I sat nervously in my hotel room, a large glass of single malt Scotch whisky in my hand. I stared at the selection of tights I had earlier laid out on the bed, wondering which Tom would prefer.
Tom was 19 and lived locally to me but we had never met in person, we had begun chatting in an internet chat room and found similar interests in a fetish for tights. We both considered ourselves average heterosexual guys, I am 36 and married, Tom has a girlfriend, but when we discussed our passion for the silky nylon hose we both agreed that seeing another guy dressed was as erotic as our female partners.
I looked on my phone and checked the time, only fifteen minutes to go. I flicked through a couple of recent pictures Tom; we had both sent each other our favourite shots of our erect manhood encased in silky nylon tights. Tom's looked so large and I couldn't wait to see it close up for real. We had never shared full pictures and neither of us knew what the other looked like, we agreed that this should be discovered in person and served to heighten the tension.
I decided on a pair of sheer tan tights, simple but I knew Tom had expressed a preference for that particular shade. I undid my tie, unbuttoned my shirt and removed them, throwing them onto the leather chair. I continued to undress, sitting on the bed to remove my socks before unbuckling my belt and unbuttoning my trousers, allowing them to fall to the floor. I slid my boxer shorts down my thighs, releasing my growing manhood and then picked up the soft silky hose.
I sat on the edge of the bed and slipped my left foot into one rolled up leg before repeating with the right foot and then standing and watching in the mirror as I carefully worked the sensuous material up my thighs and over my fully formed erection.
I was just adjusting the waistband when there was a knock at the hotel door, quickly I grabbed a robe and walked nervously to the door and opened it slowly.
"You're earl..." was all I could manage as I stared at the muscular figure of my step son.
"You're James?" He almost screamed in panic, glancing down at my nylon clad legs covered only by the hotel robe.
"Quick, come in," I replied quickly, glancing up the hallway.
Tom entered quickly and I closed the door.
"I think we have a lot to talk about," I stammered, thinking back to the erotic conversations I had shared with this "stranger".
"Erm, I guess," replied Tom weakly.
"Sit down Tom," I said and I poured him a large whisky, he gulped a large measure on receipt of the glass.
I sat in the chair opposite, adjusting the robe to try and cover my modesty, suddenly extremely self aware.
"What are we going to do about this...situation?" I queried.
Tom just stared at the floor, and then looked at me, "I don't know," was all he could offer.
I noticed him staring at my legs before becoming aware of what he was doing and looking away.
"Look," I said, "It seems clear to me that this cannot possibly get anymore uncomfortable, especially given the photo's we have shared and the conversations we have had,"
Tom nodded.
"Do you still want to see my cock for real?" I asked and gulped down a very large measure of whisky, unable to believe what I had just said.
Tom looked equally shocked.
"Erm, yeah, I guess...I suppose it cannot get anymore awkward," he reasoned.
I slipped off my robe; my heart was pounding as my soft member began to swell once more. Tom's eyes didn't waver as I began touching and stroking myself.
"Now your turn," I said with a smile, beginning to relax due to the alcohol.
Tom slipped off his shoes revealing black nylon clad feet then stood up and took off his T-shirt, revealing a young muscular frame. Slowly he unbuttoned his jeans before allowing them to fall to the floor unveiling a huge nylon tent.
"Oh fuck," I said under my breath as Tom began to massage and jerk himself through the nylon.
We stood watching each other as we continued to play with our erect bulges, only our breathing could be heard as we silently admired each other. We had discussed this many times and had agreed that all we wanted was to watch, no touching but as I stared at his enormous manhood encased in the silky nylon, I wanted more!
"Can I touch you?" I said almost in a whisper.
Tom looked up, eyes wide.
"I thought we agreed no touching!" he replied pointedly.
"I know we did but I want more, but only if you do too," I pleaded.
Tom silently considered my proposal as he wrestled with the implications before silently nodding his head.
I walked forward and took his encased member in my hand, working him gently with my fingers. Tom looked up to the ceiling and closed his eyes.
"Fuck that feels good," he said, his breathing quickening.
I knelt in front of him and before he realised what was happening I took his nylon tip into my mouth.
"Whoa, what the fuck...oh shit," his hands rested on my head, resisting me gently at first.
I ignored his gentle protest and took him deeper, his resistance falling away as I began to greedily suck him deeper and harder.
Tom relaxed completely enjoying a sensation that he had fantasised about for so many years as I sucked him, removing him from my mouth and kissing down the nylon shaft, teasing his testicles with my tongue before sucking him deep once more.
"Oh god that feels so good," he panted.
Feeling pleased with myself at the pleasure I was giving the young man I continued to take him deeper until I could take no more, I slid his long nylon shaft in and out of my mouth, the soaking nylon slipping past my lips as with each withdrawal I flicked my tongue over the tip before sucking deep once more.
"Whoa, shit stop, STOP!" Tom suddenly shouted in panic.
It was too late, his huge erection pulsed and erupted in my mouth as his salty seed flowed through the nylon and filled my mouth. I found that the experience wasn't altogether unpleasant and I felt that having caused the young man to lose control that it was only fair that I should finish the task in hand as I gratefully swallowed his offering.
After the initial explosion had subsided I pulled his tights down exposing his sticky softening manhood which I took deep inside my mouth once again, cleaning him with my tongue before removing him from my mouth and looking up at Tom's shocked expression.
I smiled up with semen still shining on my lips, "I take it you enjoyed that?" I queried.
Tom's cheeks flushed, his embarrassment fully apparent.
"I, I, I'm not gay," he stammered.
"Neither am I, I'm married to your mother for Christ's sake!" I retorted.
"But you sucked me so well, it was like you had been doing it for years," he remarked.