It Started with a Waistband Part 3

Waistband 3

A year has passed in the lives of my family and friends since I last told you about us. I passed my accountancy exams and was offered a new role in the company and a significant pay increase. I continued my friendship with Sam who was still working for the same company and we continued to enjoy a sexual relationship too mostly in Sam's room in his shared house. I would sometimes stay the night there now. The other relationship that I was having was with my former neighbour Mark, my original waistband friend, who had just separated from his wife. Their house has been sold and Mark had bought a small flat near the college where he was a lecturer. We continued to meet, though less regularly, until one day Mark confided that he had met someone -- a new member of staff at the college - and that they had fallen head over heels in love with each other. He wanted me to meet Tim but said he thought that probably he would not be able to continue after that as they worked out their future together.

Inevitably I was disappointed but I understood that Tim was nearer to Mark's age and that it was great that he had found someone he really loved. One of the main things I was going to miss was how Mark would flaunt his waistband so that it showed above his trousers, and how, when we met, we spent a lot of time exploring each other's briefs with our shirts tucked in them. I had learned so much from Mark about gay sex too and I knew I would really miss him. it was still a bit strange to have been carrying on with Mark while at the same time Sam and I had started to become really close and spent much more time together. He had finally come out to his parents as gay and, though it had not proved easy, they had finally accepted it and had even invited me to meet them. We had also both acknowledged the real nature of our relationship to colleagues at work and apart from a very few rude comments everyone was really supportive.

Then one night I was lying in Sam's arms in his bed after we had sucked each other and he had fucked me and filled me with his cum. He suddenly turned to me and said that he needed to tell me something. I immediately feared the worst and he must have noticed and hurriedly said:

"I think I am falling in love with you"

I hesitated before answering and then he looked really worried but I assured him it was OK and said:

"I have to admit I have been having the same kind of thoughts. I've never felt like this about anyone before but as I've got closer to you I realised that this was something very special." I kissed him and held him and said:

"If this is love then it's the best thing that's ever happened to me."

He teased me that surely passing my exams was a huge success but I assured him it was very different and that I just wanted to spend even more time with him and explore our love even more. He smiled his beautiful smile and we kissed again. I had told him about Mark and he had suggested that perhaps we could both meet him and Tim. I had not introduced him to Mark before but thought that was a great idea. He also said he hoped he could keep me satisfied with my underwear fetish. He regularly tucked his shirts in his boxer briefs these days and would often allow the waistband to ride up when we were alone together or in the gay pub we went to sometimes, though neither of us had deliberately done that at work. We always started our sex sessions by undressing to just our shirts and undies and often kept them on throughout and afterwards, even if there was cum in them. I said how much I appreciated that he had done that for me and hoped he was starting to really enjoy it too.

Next time I was at home I told my parents that things were getting serious between Sam and me. They had met him of course by now and seemed genuinely to like him so they both offered words of encouragement but also suggested an element of caution before I made any 'big' decisions. I hadn't thought about big decisions at this stage but I had to suppose they were thinking about us moving in together and maybe even more. I assured them I would think long and hard before taking any big steps. We also talked about Mark. My mum was still in touch with Helen, his ex, but she didn't know about the new man in his life. I told them we were hoping to meet them and was instructed to report back when I had done so. It sounds as though they were just nosy neighbours?!!

I messaged Mark later that evening and suggested that the four of us met up. He didn't reply immediately and I wondered if I had overdone it but about an hour later the reply came in welcoming the idea and offering a couple of evenings for a get together. I messaged Sam (we'd been messaging each other more lately when we didn't meet up at work) and he thought the following Saturday night sounded good so I confirmed to Mark. I also asked Sam if I could come over next evening and he said he couldn't wait. So altogether it had been quite a productive evening.

I went to Sam's straight after work next day, which was quite late as I was working away from town, and he was waiting for me as ever. He looked so good in a white polo shirt and chinos with his black waistband showing in between. I made sure mine was showing -- white briefs over a navy blue shirt -- and we quickly went up to his room and kissed. He said he had some pizza we could eat but wondered if we could have some fun first. I took him in my arms and kissed him again whispering 'yes please'. With that he reached down and started to undo my belt and my suit trousers. As soon as they had fallen to the ground he started stroking my waistband following the outside right round the back then hooking his fingers inside and stroking the inside back to the front where he found my growing cock waiting. But to my delight he left the briefs on and carried on stroking the outside. One hand went down to the balls and fondled them while the other one found the base of my shaft and gently stroked all the way up to the tip where he lingered and ran his finger round as the precum started to make the briefs wet.

I knew how much he wanted to please me by doing all this and he was certainly succeeding. I also knew that I loved this guy. I moaned as he played with the tip of my wet cock and as he moved his other hand from my balls tracing my crack still over the briefs.

"Oh Sam" I said "find my hole. I need you to fuck me."

"I will soon" he said as he reached inside the front of my briefs and started playing with my cock tip. I was getting more and more excited and kissed him even more vigorously as we somehow managed to edge ourselves to the side of the bed. Then he took both hands away and helped me remove my shoes and socks and take off my trousers. Then he dropped his too and took them off to reveal his black tight briefs which I hadn't seen before. I could see how aroused he was with precum already showing through and the outline of his hard cock fully visible. I lay on the bed and watched him move on top of me and I put my legs over his shoulders. We were kissing again as he reached inside my briefs and used some lube to prepare my waiting hole. We had done this many times by now but each time it seemed to get better and I'm sure all the fun with the briefs had a lot to with it for me. He pushed inside and found the spot which made me cry out and then moan loudly.

"Try not to make too much noise, my love" he said. "Everyone is in tonight."

"Sorry" I replied "I am loving this so much, it has been really special."

He finally pulled his finger out and quickly replaced it with his lubed cock. We were obviously both excited so he didn't take long to push inside and start fucking me hard. I tried to moan quietly but it wasn't easy. I started to wank as I could tell he was getting near and we managed to come at almost the same time. I thought he was never going to stop pouring his semen inside my cunt. And my own cum shot all over my briefs which were already wet with precum. Then we lay back side by side and kissed each other before lying close together and just holding each other while we recovered. Eventually Sam said we had better clean up so we went into his shower room and made ourselves presentable. I always took spare briefs with me when I was coming to the flat and he had some boxer briefs handy too so we were able to go down to the kitchen area and heated our pizzas, saying hello to a couple of his house mates in the process. When they were cooked we took them upstairs and sat in the seats in the window and ate and talked. He asked if there was anything else he should know about Mark before he met him and I realised that I already told him quite a lot about what we used to do together. So I couldn't think of anything. My main interest was going to be meeting Tim. I gathered he was younger than Mark but not as young as me but I wondered if Mark had got him tucking his shirt in his undies and showing his waistband. Was it still as big a deal for him as it used to be?

The week went by quite quickly. I was very busy at work with the audit and didn't get to see much of Sam though we kept in touch by messaging. On the Saturday I went over to his place early so that we could walk over to the flat together. We'd decided to walk as there would hopefully be some alcohol during the evening. I was rather nervous to be honest. I had maintained these two separate relationships for some months and, although they both knew about the other, they had never met.

We arrived in good time and before we rang the bell I kissed Sam and asked if he really wanted to do this and he assured me it would be fine. So a voice from the intercom said to come up as the door opened. We went up in the lift and went straight to Mark's flat. The door was already open and he greeted us warmly, giving me a hug and Sam a handshake. He ushered us in and offered drinks. We both said we would like lager which he went to the fridge to get. Then this very hot guy came out of the bedroom, in a black t shirt and smart jeans and was introduced. I noticed Tim's t shirt was tucked in but could not see any waistband showing or on Mark either. We had decided not to show ours either.

Mark and I had an update and then they started to ask Sam about himself and they talked for a while. I was dying to find out more about Tim and finally got the chance when there was a pause in the conversation.

"So I gather you work at the college too, Tim. Is that where you met?" I asked.

"Yes" he said "we saw each other across a crowded staff meeting and it went from there. Sounds like a bit of fiction but we knew very quickly that it was something quite special between us, and things have developed from there."

I wanted to ask about underwear but was too nervous. Fortunately Mark jumped in and said that to his surprise he found that Tim liked tight briefs though he had never tucked his shirt in before.

"But I do now" said Tim

"And so do I " said Sam and I even show my waistband sometimes too."

"Wow" said Mark. "He has got you trained!"

"No it was entirely my own decision and now I'm quite hooked" Sam replied

To my amazement Mark said

"Having established that why don't we all get rid of the jeans and just enjoy each other's underwear?"

With that he started to undo his belt and button and soon his waistband came into view as he lowered his jeans. I decided to go along with it, having done it so often with Mark in the past, and followed suit. Tim was next and then Sam followed. I noticed he couldn't seem to take his eyes off Tim's tight white briefs clearly outlining his cock. It started to get me hard of course. By the time we had all taken off our jeans, shoes and socks there were more bulges around the room. Sam was wearing black briefs and mine were grey. Mark was in white and his seemed to be the same as Tim's. I wasn't expecting to do this at least not this early in the evening, but my cock was obviously enjoying it and Sam seemed OK with it too so I tried to relax, putting my arm round him as we sat on the sofa. Tim really was very good looking and I judged him to be in his 30s. His t shirt hugged his body and suggested he had been working on his fitness.

I was wondering what would happen next when Mark said:

"Usually at this stage we start to play. How do you two feel about that? Is it too much?"

We looked at each other and Sam said to me:

"I'm up for it if you are."

I didn't answer, I just leaned over and kissed him and then put my hand on his bulge. Seeing that Mark and Tim started to make out too and in no time Mark was on his knees licking and kissing Tim's briefs. We carried on with our undie play for a while when Mark suddenly said:

"How about we spice things up a bit and swap partners? Sam, do you fancy coming over and getting to know me better?"

Sam looked at me rather nervously. I knew he'd had more experience with guys than I had and I told him it was up to him to go over to Mark if he wished. He obviously thought about it for a minute or two and then said:

"Oh fuck it, why not!"

And so he went over to Mark as Tim moved out of the way looking a bit shocked. As the other two quickly started making out and rubbing their cocks together Tim came over to me and sat beside me.

"I've never done anything like this before," he said. "Before I met Mark I'd only ever been with a very few guys. I know I'm 35 but I was very slow to accept that I was gay and that I could actually enjoy it. Then Mark kind of swept me off my feet and I've been with him ever since. I'm sorry, it's nothing personal but I'm not sure about this. Will you help me and take the lead please?"

I was so surprised to hear him say all that. I would have thought that a hot guy like that would have had people queuing up for him.

"It's OK" I said "I hadn't really been with anyone before I found Mark so I quite understand. But if you're happy for me to show you what I enjoy I'd love to get to know you a bit better."

He simply nodded and told me to go ahead so I turned and kissed him tenderly on the lips and after a few moments he put his arms round me and pulled me close. Ignoring what was going on across the room I reached down and started to stroke his briefs. I think his hard on had subsided a bit so I gave it some encouragement and he let out a little gentle moan which I hope meant I was doing OK. I could feel it growing as I ran my fingers up and down the shaft. Then I lingered on the tip and ran my finger round through the fabric, and then finally reached over and used my tongue to lick his cock and my lips to start to suck it through the briefs. Now he really was moaning but he stopped to say:

"Take it out and suck it, please."

I pulled it through the leg of his very tightfitting briefs and set to work on it. Precum was already coming from the tip and I licked and then sucked him while reaching down and rubbing my own cock through my briefs which were also getting wet. I got the feeling that he might be getting ready to cum and asked him if he was. He said it wouldn't be long but then asked if he could cum on my face.

"Of course you can -- I'd really like that, especially if you help me taste it afterwards." I told him.

"That's what I was hoping for" he replied.

I started to wank him then, knowing it would not be long, fondling his balls with my other hand. In no time he called out:

"Yes, yes I'm going to shoot"

With that his cum started spurting from his sloppy cock all over my face. I closed my eyes but could feel it dripping down. As soon as he had finished I licked his cock clean and he came down on my face and licked off as much of his cum as he could. It was only then that we looked over at Mark and Sam who, to my amazement, were eagerly watching us.

"That was great," said Mark, "I knew you'd like each other."

"Not too much, though" said Sam with a grin.

The I looked at Tim, wondering how he felt now about the whole thing. He said:

"Thank you so much, Graham. I thought I wouldn't be able to do anything, but you made it so easy for me.

"So what did you two get up to?" I asked the others.

"Oh this and that," said Mark.

I decided to leave it at that knowing quite a lot about the sort of things they both liked. I was sure Sam would tell me later.

Then Mark said it was time for another drink and he went off into the kitchen still in his briefs looking rather damper than earlier. Tim followed his out offering to help. We all still had our shirts tucked in though Sam's were not as neat as the rest of us. After a while he realised and made a point of putting that right. He came and sat back with me and gave me a lovely kiss, saying that he hoped I'd had a good time and that I certainly looked as though I had. We sat cuddling each other till the drinks came in and then we call talked about a variety of things. Mark said that Tim had agreed to move in with him. He had been travelling daily from a village a few miles away. I said that we hadn't got as far as that, although I did stay at Sam's quite often now. We knew that this was probably not allowed in the tenancy agreement but the other housemates seemed happy with it.

Eventually we decided it was time to go. We thanked them for the evening and promised to keep in touch. Then we walked back to Sam's. He asked me to stay the night and I said I would. I didn't say at that stage that I wanted more details of what he and Mark had been doing. When we got in we just stripped off our trousers, shoes and socks as usual flopped on to the bed. I kissed Sam and then he said he wanted to ask me something. I had thought it was going to be me doing the asking but I told him to fire away. He said:

"You know you were talking about staying here a lot. I wondered if we could sort it out once and for all by getting married" There was a pause and then he looked at me and said

"I love you so much. Will you marry me, Graham?"

I sat there in stunned silence. It was the last thing I was expecting. Sam looked at me and said:

"You don't have to decide now. I know I've just thrown it at you"

"I do want to decide now. I love you too, Sam, and I would love to be your husband."

With that we just fell into each other's arms and kissed. Then we lay back, as though we were just recovering from a bout of sex, and were quiet for a few minutes before he said:

"We can wait to talk about all the practicalities, I guess, except about telling the parents and everyone else. Do you think they'll reckon we're moving too quickly?"

"But we haven't even talked about a date, have we?" I said. "Perhaps we should think about that before we say anything."

Sam agreed and we realised the whole issue of where we would live needed thinking about too. So we decided to have our own thoughts about all that and talk again when we met up early the next week. I said I would go on home now and probably sleep in the next day. So we got up and got dressed and as I was about to leave he opened the door of his little fridge and said:

"We could save this for next time then" and he produced a bottle of bubbly. I went over and kissed him again saying:

"You are amazing. How long have you been planning it?"

"I've been building up to it all week, but I was so scared you'd say no." he said.

We arranged to meet on Tuesday evening as I was away again on Monday so we could do justice to the fizz. Then we kissed yet again and I slipped away. As soon as I got home I messaged him and said how much I loved him and I couldn't wait till Tuesday and then fell into bed and slept well into Sunday morning. When I woke I saw there was a message from him saying that perhaps we could go and look at rings next weekend, if I wanted one. I was so happy and desperate to tell my folks but stuck by the agreement and just had a quiet day mostly in my bedroom. I'd got used to the absence of Mark from the garden but I still glanced over occasionally. It seems to be mainly a woman that was doing her best to keep things tidy. I hadn't met the new people yet, being rather busy in the evenings and weekends these days!

When we met on Tuesday evening we had a really good discussion about some of the practicalities. We decided that we would like to get married in the following August or September, about 10 months away. It seemed a long time but it would enable us to do something about where we might live and of course how much we could afford. We then said we wanted to tell people as soon as possible, with family first and then work colleagues and other friends. During all that we drank the fizz and so by the time we'd finished we were rather drunk and ready for a good fuck. We'd already taken our trousers off so we lay on the bed and sucked each other in a 69 before stopping in time for Sam to lube my hole, then finger me before putting his cock inside. We were so ready for it that he didn't take long to start thrusting in and out as I slowed down from wanking so that I didn't cum too soon. It felt just as good as ever and as soon as Sam indicated he was ready to shoot I speeded up my wanking and very quickly spurted on both our briefs. He then moaned out loudly that he was going to come and I could feel the semen filling my cunt. It was one of our quickest fucks but we were so happy and inebriated that it didn't matter. We just lay back as usual kissing and holding each other till it was time to shower and get some sleep.

We went together to see both sets of parents and told them the news, (and the timings!) and they genuinely seemed really pleased. The same happened at work and also when I messaged a few other people, including Mark. So life then carried on much the same but with us both sporting rings. I was in town one Saturday morning and I bumped into Tim. He immediately gave me a hug and congratulated me and then asked if I had time for a coffee. It was good to see him so we went into Costa and found a fairly quiet corner and chatted about all sorts of things. Then he said:

"I still really appreciate how you listened and supported me that night we first met. I love Mark dearly and wouldn't want to be with anyone else but I feel I can be so open with you and talk about things he probably wouldn't want to spend time on. He's such a live wire, always on the move or thinking of the next thing to do. I sometimes wonder if he realises how different all this is for me and how I'm not always ready rush headlong into things. I know how important the underwear fetish is to him, and I guess to you too, but it really doesn't do anything for me. I like wearing briefs and feel good in them but that's all. And as for the tucking, I'm sure Mark thinks I will soon feel like he does about it but I'm not sure about that. I'll just do it to please him. I feel really disloyal talking about him like this but I know that you know him and understand what I mean."

I wasn't sure how to respond at first but I was pleased he had been able to talk about his feelings in confidence. In the end I told him that and said that I knew what he meant though my relationship with Mark had mainly been about underwear and sex and occasionally about management theory! And I added that I thought he looked really hot with his t shirt tucked in his briefs when we played! But nevertheless I felt sure they were a good match for each other and so I suggested to him:

"I think you need to sit down with him and ask him to indulge you for a few minutes while you get something off your chest. He clearly loves you very much and I'm sure he would be OK with that. Then let him hear what you have been feeling while reassuring him of your love. It might take him aback at first but he really needs to hear it if your relationship is going to succeed. If you tell him in the same way that you have told me, he can't possibly be anything but supportive."

"I hear what you say and I will try and do that. It really helps to have been able to say it all to you but of course he doesn't need to know that bit!"

By this time we had finished our coffee and he said he had better be getting off to the gym. So we had another hug and he gave me a tender kiss on the cheek as we parted. I really liked him and was sure they would work things out. I wondered if he might update me when he'd talked to Mark and after a few days of silence I thought perhaps I should check on him. But then a message arrived to say that they had had a really good chat and Mark was totally shocked by what he'd heard but determined to put things right. He acknowledged that part of his character that had caused the problems and gave Tim permission to ask him to slow down or whatever he wanted. Tim said he hadn't specifically mentioned the underwear issue but was sure an opportunity would come if he didn't get caught by the tucking bug in the meantime!

Altogether a good outcome which suggests to me that it is time to leave these characters to their exciting futures. I hope you've enjoyed the journey with them. Do continue to give me feedback.