He Wore Lingerie To Work
By Lacie
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They weren't gay, kissing and making out was not part of the agreement. Instead, they continued to talk for a few moments before one finally volunteered to undress a little to make the situation lighter. As if it was a fantasy, he removed his clothes so his now real friend could watch him go from masculine guy to panty wearer. For the first time in his life, his secret was out; here he stood in a pair of panties, garter, stockings and cami top. His friend smiled and commented that he had no idea that he was wearing - it was amazing. Their cocks both swelled right away, lust was taking over.
The other was quick to follow and soon they stood facing one another, two men in almost matching lingerie. Following a long pause where they looked at each other, the two embraced. The feel of man on man, covered in sheer lingerie was amazing. The heat of a body that was strong, yet dressed femme was a rush. The awkward feel of a hard cock pressing back was a first for both. They breathed deep as they turned and hugged, each resting a chin on the other's shoulder. Bodies held close and panties now rubbing together as two gave into the feelings they had hidden for so long.
Instinct took over, hands rubbed down and around, grabbing behinds in panties. Legs rubbed, although now it was legs that both wore hose, causing an exciting friction. Small gasps and moans began to rise as they felt new pleasure. Both men started moving together, grinding on each other in a slow sexual motion.
One kissed the other's shoulder. The tingle moved like a shock wave through the other. Both men kissed the other's shoulders - not out of bounds by what they had discussed prior to meeting - kissing on the lips was not going to happen unless something was changed.
After what seemed like an eternity, one broke the embrace and faced his new friend. His hands on the others hips, he asked if he could touch him. A smile was all he needed in response as his hands rubbed the front of the others panties. Groaning, he closed his eyes as he felt a strong male hand feel his cock. Rub it. Caress it. Squeeze it. Both men felt hotter from this fondling.
His cock was so hard and all of these sensations made him want more. Being felt up by a stranger was not on his mind, getting off was. His new friend could sense this as well - and passion overtook any caution that had occupied them to this point. Silently, he slid to his knees, as if on automatic pilot his body assumed the role of pleasure giver.
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