It all Started with a Waistband Ch. 02

Waistband part 2

In Part 1 I told you that I'm Graham and that I am a 23year old trainee accountant who had begun an affair with a male neighbour in his forties. We had discovered a common interest in underwear, particularly the waistbands, and my hitherto quiet life without much sex and without giving much thought to my sexuality had been turned on its head.

As I start this new story I have decided I must get out more and find out if I really am gay and still enjoying my neighbour's company and our mutual 'fetish'. I still had not come out to anyone at work. I decided to try out a pub in town which had a reputation as a gay pub just to see what happened. I thought about what to wear and decided on a buttoned shirt and jeans with a jacket -- it was late in October by this time. On several occasions during the day I started to get anxious and had almost decided not to go but after I'd had dinner I said to my parents that I was meeting one or two people from work in a pub so I set off, nervously. When I arrived outside a voice kept telling me I had to do it, so I gathered myself together and went in.

I didn't know what to expect but at a glance it looked just like any normal pub, though there were definitely more men than women there. I walked up to the bar, hopefully not looking as nervous as I felt, and ordered a lager. There were several people on their own standing at the bar and I realised that one of them was a work colleague. I didn't know him very well but we'd always exchanged pleasantries and knew each other's names. He was called Sam and as soon as he saw me he came over and said hello. Then he said:

"Is this your first time. I haven't seen you in here before."

"Yes it is", I replied, "I was curious to know what it was like. I didn't know that you were..."

"Gay, you mean. Yes I am, but heavily closeted, so I don't think anyone at work knows. What about you?"

"I have just come to terms with the fact that I might be bi or gay," I explained, "and really want to know before I come out to work colleagues."

He said that I'd probably come to the right place. We carried on chatting for a while and I found out that he'd had a few encounters with guys in here and the odd one in public toilets but he needed to pluck up courage to come out if he wanted to live the gay life to the full. He asked about my experience and I told him a little about my sessions with Mark, my neighbour, but played down the waistband and underwear elements. I didn't want to freak him out! I said again that I still wasn't really sure about what I felt or wanted and he suddenly said to follow him and he might be able to help me find out. I took a large swig of my lager and followed him through the door marked 'Toilets'. Once inside I received quite a shock. There were two guys at the urinals playing with each other's cocks and another two making out in a corner. There were several cubicles and Sam once again asked me to follow him and went into one of them.

I dutifully did so and locked the door behind me as he came up to me and started kissing me and holding my buttocks, pushing our cocks together. He asked me if it was OK and I nodded as he sat on the toilet and started to undo my jeans. I was getting hard very quickly and even more so when he started to stroke me through my briefs and then put his mouth down and sucked me through the fabric.

"Oh fuck yes" I whispered -- conscious that there was someone the other side of the wall. I moaned as he got my precum oozing through the briefs and then he pulled them down a little until my cock popped out over the waistband. It was long and wet and very hard as he started to lick around the tip which made me moan even more. He may not have been as good at this as Mark but he certainly gave me a lot of pleasure as he consumed more of my cock into his mouth. I started to push my cock in and I thought I was going to make him gag but he carried on until I felt my balls touching his face. He reached over and fondled them gently squeezing them and setting me off moaning again, as quietly as I could. But soon I knew I was getting to close to coming. I pulled my cock out and told him and he said it was fine and he wanted me to fill him mouth with my cum. So I quickly pushed back in again and he sucked more vigorously until I had to stop myself from shouting out as I shot a load of cum into his open mouth. He seemed to savour it for a moment and then started to swallow. It was a great feeling and once again I knew this was what I needed. I really was getting surer and surer that I was not bi but totally gay.

When I had pulled out finally Sam licked and sucked me clean and then stood up and kissed me. I couldn't believe this was the same guy I'd briefly spoken too by the coffee machine. But it was and it just showed you can't always tell who people really are by how they seem at first. I surprised myself by offering to return the favour and Sam asked if I was sure.

I pulled him closer and kissed him again and moved round and sat on the toilet. He turned towards me and I undid his chinos revealing a pair of black boxer briefs under his loose white t shirt. His bulge was visibly growing and I followed Sam's lead and kissed and sucked him through them. Then things went in the same sort of way as they had before and I hungrily took his cock in my mouth. It was smaller than mine (and Mark's) and I managed to let him into my throat without gagging. He was clearly enjoying it and his moans were louder than mine had been. And then, suddenly almost without warning I felt him tense up and he whispered that he was about to come. Almost immediately the first load shot in my mouth quickly followed by three or four more. I was just what I needed and I swallowed his tasty cum. When he pulled out I licked him clean and then he stood up and we kissed again.

We decided it was time to go back into to the pub. I went out first and as I opened the door a voice from the next cubicle said:

"That sounded great. Hope you enjoyed it!" We looked at each other in amazement and Sam said:

"We certainly did."

There was no one at the basins or the urinals when I went out so I had a piss and then washed my hands. By this time Sam had come out too and he did the same before we left. Then we got some more drinks and then found a table in a corner and started talking about what had happened.

"That was so good, Sam. I never imagined when I came tonight that I'd be having such a great time and that it would be with you!"

"I certainly wasn't expecting to see you here, and you made it really good for me too." He replied. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course" I said "Fire away". There was a pause. and I was wondering what he wanted to ask. But somehow I felt really comfortable with Sam and was ready for anything, except this!!

"Do you always wear briefs?" was the question. I was a bit shocked and really pleased he had asked about underwear and replied

"Most of the time. But I have got one or two pairs of boxer briefs like yours. Do you wear those all the time?

"Yes," he said "But I do have some briefs in my drawer that I used to wear when I did athletics. But do you always tuck your shirt in yours?"

" I used to do it when I was younger but hardly anyone I knew did it then so I stopped. I have to admit that it was Mark that got me back into it and I really like it now."

"It certainly looks quite sexy, and I really enjoyed sucking through the briefs." He replied. "Most guys just want to get their underwear down at the beginning to get straight to the cocks."

We carried on chatting about this for a while and he got me hard again under the table, especially when he said he'd have to try it himself. I hoped my bulge wasn't too obvious when we finally decided it was time to leave. Sam stood up and lifted me up and kissed me again and I asked quickly if we could meet again. We exchanged numbers and he assured me he would suggest something within the next week. I certainly hoped so, but then I remembered Mark and thought he must be due to be in touch again. Where was all this going???

Sam messaged next day to ask if I'd be willing to go round to his house. It was a shared house with three others in it. He had his own room but they had a communal living room and kitchen. I was so keen to see him again I immediately said that it would be fine and we agreed to meet on Saturday evening when he was fairly sure at least two of the others would be out anyway. I finally heard from Mark on the day before I was going to Sam's. He apologised for the delay in getting in touch saying that things had been a bit traumatic at home. He would fill me in when I saw him, and suggested Monday evening. I responded that I was sorry to hear about the trauma and would be pleased to come on round on Monday. I was curious to know what had happened and so went downstairs to see if my mum knew anything. She said:

"It seems that Mark and Helen are going to split up. They have apparently been having problems for some time and recently Mark told here that he was bisexual and had been meeting with men recently. She saw that as the final straw and told him she thought they shouldn't go on."

"Oh dear," I said. And then I suddenly found some courage from somewhere and carried on "I did know that he was bisexual because I was one of the men he's been meeting! I had been waiting to find the right time to tell you."

"I'm a bit surprised about you and Mark" she said "but be assured that it's fine by me and I'll do whatever you need to support you."

"Thanks mum, I really appreciate that. Do you think dad will feel the same?"

She told me she was sure he would be OK with it and anyway I was 23 years old and I should be able to live my life the way I wanted by now. I said that I would tell him when he came home. And mum was right. It took dad a little longer to take it in but then he said that he was pleased I told him and he had been hoping I might find new friends and get out a bit more. He'd been a bit worried about me spending so much time alone in my room. Later when we were all eating we talked more about it and I told them a bit more how I had begun to have these feelings and how, to my surprise, Mark had said he would help. I held back from mentioning the underwear issue again though. I also mentioned Sam and this time they were more pleased that I'd met someone my own age.

So far so good! I was looking forward to seeing Sam again and had been thinking carefully about what to wear. It's strange that only a few weeks ago I just wore whatever came up first in my drawer or wardrobe and now I really think about it. I decided to wear a pale blue polo shirt and jeans -- shirt tucked into my briefs of course. I also thought about showing my waistband. I only really did that when I was with Mark and waving to him from my bedroom window. But Sam had shown some interest in tucking so I decided I would just show a small amount and see how he reacted. I set off in good time feeling quite excited and a bit horny too. As a result I was there early so able to look around the area. It was a road of fairly large detached houses and Sam's was double fronted and looked quite impressive. I was lingering on the doorstep because it still wasn't time when the door open and there was Sam.

"I saw you from the window," he said "come on in. There's only one of my housemates in so come and have a look round the house."

I went in and gave him a friendly hug as we went into the large living room/kitchen on the left hand side which went the whole length of the house. He said that the room on the other side was Tom's, his house mate and he had the one above it on the upper floor. Then he suggested we might go up and see it. When we got up the stairs he explained that the girls who shared the house had the two rooms on the left and shared a bathroom, He and Tom had ensuite shower and toilet. We went into his room which was large and nicely furnished, with chairs and tables at one end by the big window, the bed in the middle and the ensuite the other end. He shut and locked the door, just in case he said, and we stood there looking at each other. I'm learning that the language is 'checking each other out!' He had a dark blue buttoned shirt on which was slil fitting and it was tucked into his equally slim fitting jeans. He looked great and I couldn't wait to get the jeans off! But before I could do anything else he said:

"Did you know your underwear waistband was showing?"

"Oh it does sometimes ride up, sorry."

"Well actually I think it looks quite good" he said to my surprise. And he added to the surprise by undoing his jeans and letting them drop to the floor. He was wearing a pair of black briefs with his shirt tucked in and I could immediately see how hard he was inside them.

"Does that look OK?" he asked

"It looks great" I quickly replied and then I pulled him towards me and kissed him on the lips. He kissed me back and then told me how much he'd been looking forward to the evening. I told him I felt the same and with that he reached down and undid my jeans letting them drop to the floor too. He looked at my briefs and then reached out and stroked the waistband. I dared to wonder if I had found another convert! Then he said:

"Let's take some more stuff off and get on the bed". So we removed our shoes and socks and jeans and quickly walked to the double bed and lay down together. He told me it was the first time he had had another guy in the room with him which made it all the more special. We kissed again and then he asked tentatively if I'd ever been fucked. I admitted that Mark had fucked me, but he was the only one. I said that I had really enjoyed it and would love him to fuck me. But I added that I would like us to keep our briefs on if that was OK with him. He said that it was fine and immediately pulled his cock out of the leg. I reached down and began to stroke it as we kissed again and then I asked him how he wanted me.

"On your back, please, so that I can see you."

I lay down on my back and moved my legs up as he got into position on top. He pulled my briefs to the side and then started to find my hole with his finger, tenderly at first. I moaned with pleasure and he pushed the finger past the ring and further in.

"Oh yes, fuck my tight hole, Sam" I said. I was starting to get used to the language now and realised it helped make it all the more exciting. Having massaged my prostate he pulled his finger out and moved his cock to the entrance. As he started to push in I shouted out and continued to moan loudly and squeeze him as he worked his way further in. We kissed again as he built up his speed and fucked me harder. It was so good.

"You have a beautiful cunt" he said. I had wondered if he might use that word. I really liked hearing it and I replied

"And you have a wonderful cock. Fill my cunt with it, baby".

After a while of sublime fucking we were both moaning until he suddenly said

"Fuck I'm going to come very soon"

"Go for it, breed my cunt with your seed."

I could feel him tensing inside me and reached down and squeezed his balls gently as there was an explosion inside me. I think he must have shot at least five loads of cum and it felt so good. We kissed again while his cock and cum were still inside me and then he gently pulled out. I sat up and leaned over to take his cock in my mouth and clean it.

"That feels so good, a great end to a great fuck" he said as I moved over to kiss him again. Then we just lay down in each other's arms. After a few minutes he asked what I'd like to do next. I told him I'd love to just lie here in our shirts and briefs and talk for a while. He asked what I wanted to talk about and I said:

"I understand that you are not ready to come out at work, and I haven't done that either even though I have to my parents. So I just wondered if we could be friends when I was in the office and do things like meet up for lunch sometimes and maybe leave together at the end of the day." I went on to explain that I'd never had many friends and I knew people thought of me as a bit of a loner. He said that he'd often felt like that too although he did go out occasionally with the people he worked with. He then said he would really like to be my friend and gave me a hug and a different sort of kiss. But he asked if we could still have sex and I assured him that I certainly didn't want to stop that.

He suggested that we get a drink -- he'd got lagers in his mini fridge -- and so we got up and went to sit in the window. But he hurriedly drew the curtains when he remembered we had no trousers on! We got the drinks and carried on chatting about all sorts of things. Then he said:

"Can I ask about your friend Mark? Is that likely to be an ongoing thing?" He assured me he didn't mind if it was. He said we should be able to lead our own lives and I told him Mark had had a few marital issues and I was seeing him on Monday to see how he was. I didn't know what it all meant for our relationship. We carried on talking for quite a while and by the time I was ready to go I concluded that I had found both a good friend and a lover (if that's the right word!). I was due to be in the office quite a lot the next week -- just two weeks from my exams now -- and so we agreed to meet up for lunch and I said I would let him know how things had gone with Mark.

Revision took up most of Sunday and after work on Monday I was ready for some time with Mark that evening. I didn't know whether I should say that I heard about the marriage split but that was quickly sorted when he said

"You've probably heard by now that Helen and I are splitting up."

I told him that my mum had told me and said how sorry I was. He asked if she had told me anything more about it and so I said that Helen had mentioned you were bisexual and had been meeting men recently. I then explained to her, as a result of that, that I had been one of the men you had been seeing. He was rather taken aback and I said I was sorry about it but I had only recently come out to my parents and we had agreed that there would be no more secrets. He said he understood and then took me in his arms and started to kiss me and almost immediately undid my trousers.

"She was right to tell people about that because I have become more and more interested in gay sex recently and you are a very special part of that."

"Well thank you, but why me especially?" I replied as he started to stroke my bulging briefs.

"Because you are the only one who shares my waistband and underwear fetish. Noone else seems interested at all."

Of course I understood that, but I debated whether I should tell him about Sam. I decided to be honest about it and said that I had a new friend who has shown quite an interest in the fetish, to my amazement. He asked if we had sex and I told him we did and that he was also worked for the same company. To my surprise he said that that was great and then suggested an underwear threesome!! I think he was partly joking but it made me think! I liked both of these guys and enjoyed spending time with them both as well as sex. In the end I just laughed and we left it at that. He was still stroking me briefs and I leant over and undid his trousers so that I could do the same for him as we kissed again. After a while he said that he really wanted to fuck me if I was up for it. I assured him that I was and asked him where he wanted to do it.

"How about you bend over the chair and I come from behind this time?"

"That's fine for me," I said and got into position. I had become used to lying on my back but I looked forward to being taken from behind and was sure it would feel good so I looked forward to it as he started to ease his finger into my hole, pushing my briefs to the side. He explored every inch inside and rubbed my prostate which started me moaning. Then I felt him take his finger out and he told me he was very hard and precum was running down his cock and asked if I was ready.

"Oh yes, fuck me Mark, push that cock in my hole." I shouted and he followed up with a quicker entry than usual. I realised I was becoming used to it when I urged him to fuck me harder, which he did.

"I love fucking you, Graham. I can feel those briefs as I move round the waistband to reach your cock" He proceeded to grab my throbbing member and wank me at the same time as fucking my cunt. I asked if he was ready to cum and he said it wouldn't be long and he wanted me to cum at the same time. He kept fucking and wanking me until I shouted out:

"Fuck, Mark, I'm going to shoot."

He just carried on and let me come in my briefs while he started to come in my hole. Soon I could feel his cum dripping back out of the hole and running down my leg while mine was soaking my briefs. He finally stopped and pulled his sticky cock out. Then he turned me round and kissed me holding me close so that some of semen from both of us got on to his briefs too. He was very strong and dominant, so different from Sam, but I found I liked that and was ready to submit to whatever he wanted. After a few minutes he suggested that a shower and change of underwear would be sensible and we moved upstairs and showered together. Despite both getting hard we soaped each other and cuddled but finished off without any more sex. Then we dried off and he produced some boxer briefs from his drawer and asked if I'd like to try them for a change. I said I would and I got dressed and carefully tucked my shirt in them before putting on my trousers. I wondered if they would show the waistband more easily but it was fine when I looked. But then I did pull it up as I noticed Mark had his showing as usual!

We chatted a bit more about the future and he said that Helen had moved over to her mother's temporarily but it seemed likely they would need to sell up if they were both wanting to own a place of their own. He said he'd be sorry to leave this house but he was sure he would find somewhere locally. I told him I would really miss him as a neighbour especially as he kept the garden so well and I loved seeing him in it.

When I got home I thought again how lucky I was to have found both Sam and Mark. I wanted to hang on to them both as long as possible. But who knows what will happen?