Edited by Michelle Nylons
My mother's neighbour is an attractive woman in her early fifties named Jennifer. My mother spoke to her espousing my expertise in computer repair and software editing and recovery. The topic came up because her son was home from university for the holidays and was having some problems with a virus on his computer. Jennifer telephoned me asking if I could pop in and have a look at her son's laptop; I agreed and called in the next day after work.
I knocked on the door and Sam opened it and let me in, he said his mother was out for the evening but that she would pay me for whatever needed doing to his computer. I went up into his bedroom where the laptop was set up and started to look into the problems. Sam sat on the bed chatting to me about life at the university, girls, his friends, his likes and dislikes.
He was nineteen and in his first year and so had a lot to tell. As we chatted I checked through the files on his laptop, ran some virus scans and generally gave the machine a full health check. I jokingly asked if he had been surfing for pornographic material as this is often the most common source for viruses, his face flushed which said it all really. I laughed and told him not to worry, since most young guys did it. As I checked his internet history I was a little surprised at the sites and images he had downloaded, lots of pictures of men in tights including videos and images of gay and bisexual sex, all in tights. As I opened up some of the sites Sam looked increasingly uncomfortable and started making excuses as to why they might have been on his laptop; he claimed a roommate must have used his PC! I smiled at him and he could tell that I knew he was lying. I continued to look through the images and files and found myself getting increasingly aroused by what I saw but Sam was getting flustered and asked if I had finished as he needed to go out soon. I told him that I still needed to check some more things out but wouldn't be too long, and then I left him in his room as I went to the toilet.
As I sat on the toilet in the bathroom I noticed several pairs of his mother's tights drying on a laundry rack and, more interestingly, several pairs in the dirty laundry basket. I fished a pair of barely black tights out of the laundry basket and began to smell the crotch, the sensation of these tights and the smell made my cock rise. I reached down and began to masturbate as I smelt the tights, I rubbed them against my face and licked them all the while thinking about the images and videos I had just seen on Sam's computer. I moved the tights onto my cock, masturbating furiously with the nylon encasing my erect member. My eyes closed as I imagined another man sucking me until I exploded, hot sticky semen pulsed from my throbbing phallus and soaked Jenifer's tights. As my orgasm subsided I looked in horror at the sticky mess I had made in the smoky-black nylon, a pool of slippery semen clung to the sheer fabric of the tights. After cleaning myself up with wet wipes and toilet tissue I stuffed the sticky tights into my pocket to hide the evidence of my transgression. As I washed my hands, my eyes drifted over to the tights drying on the laundry rack. I dried my hands and stroked them, the feeling of the silky nylon caused me to become tumescent once again and my cock throbbed as I took two pairs of the tights in my hand and walked back to Sam's bedroom.
As I entered his room Sam began to ask if I was ok as I had been in the bathroom for sometime then he saw what I had in my hand. I told him that I knew he was lying about the pornography but it was ok since I had the same fetish. I dangled the two pairs of tights in front of him and asked which ones he wanted, tan or black? He just stared at them, then at me, not sure how to react but I could tell from the bulge in his jeans the anticipation of what was about to occur was really turning him on. I told him to hurry up or I would choose a pair for him; told him to relax and choose the tights he would really like to wear.
Sam selected the tan tights; I smiled and told him that it was a good choice and then threw the black pair onto his bed and began to undo my belt. I stripped off my T-shirt and dropped my jeans, unveiling the growing bulge in my boxers while Sam just stared at the tights in his hands and then up at me. I told him to hurry and put them on, not to worry, no one would know, and I am sure he will enjoy what we are about to experience.
I sat on the bed and pulled my socks off, stood up and pushed my boxer shorts down and discarded them. My erection sprang free from the restriction of my trunks and stood proud and throbbing in anticipation. Sam's eyes were wide as he stared at my cock watching me as I rolled up one leg of the black tights, putting my foot into the sheer nylon and carefully pulling the sensuous fabric up my left leg. I looked over and saw him transfixed by what I was doing. I smiled at him and encouraged him to follow suit and pull on the tan hosiery. He undid his belt and took off his T-shirt as I pulled the black tights up over my right leg then stood up to adjust them, pulling the gusset tight around my hard cock, my buttocks and waist.
I stood in front of Sam and watched as stripped naked except for his underwear. He began to roll the tights up to put them on when I pointed out that he still had his briefs on. His face flushed as he stood and stepped out of them revealing a very hard and generous cock. I watched him, stroking my own cock as he pulled the tan tights on and up over his erection. I took his hand and pulled him up off of the bed, his eyes were looking at the floor, too embarrassed to make eye contact. I began stroking his cock with my left hand and put my right hand behind him, resting it on his nylon covered buttocks. Then we looked at each other and I leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips, my hand now gently stroking his hard nylon covered cock.
