My Ultra-Smooth Lover – A Steamy and Sensual Gay Sex Story
A gay sex story: My Ultra Smooth Lover
I can’t remember how long I’ve loved women’s panties, but I can’t remember not loving them. My wife tolerates it on the surface, but I know she gets a thrill as well when I order something new through the mail, and wear them to bed, rubbing them onto her pussy. Sometimes I think she would really like a woman – she protests too much!
OK, I admit I’ve always been a bit sad – I’ve had many gay fantasies and never made any real moves to fulfil them. Last year was a bit different, however, and changed my life.
I was scrolling through one of the panties web sites, enjoying the pics of bulging cocks and balls, beneath the sensuous lace and silk of amazing panties. Sometimes it’s the contrast of really girly stuff with a guy’s hard, hairy, body which turns me on, but sometimes a soft guy, who is absolutely bursting out of his nylon seethrough stuff, has my cock hard in seconds.
Most guys on these sites love the thrill of exposing themselves on the net, so I was intrigued by one guy’s entry, under the name ‘shyboy’, which had no pic. I opened it up and he described himself in eloquent detail. He loved anything really soft to the touch, but also the firm contours of men and women. He was into art and music and frequently went to concerts and galleries, all things that appealed to me, but it seemed that he had never been in a relationship, and that was sad.
I noticed that he lived in the same area as myself and something about the way he wrote made me want to find out more. I didn’t usually do this, but I paid the premium so that I could contact him, and fired off an email with a pic of me, from shoulders down, sitting with a satin top and lace panties.
I asked him for a name to use, and told himself a bit about me. I also asked for a pic, if he had one, and said that I often went to the city art gallery in my lunch hour. I suggested we could meet there if he was interested. I used my own name, Mark.
The next day my phone dinged to tell me there was mail. It was from my ‘shyboy’. “Hi Mark,” he opened. “My name’s Darren. I don’t have many pics, but I’ve attached one from a few months ago, of me in my garden.”
I stared at the pic and was certainly surprised. It showed a young man sitting cross legged under a tree on his own. He was wearing a very loose fitting shirt, a bit like the things artists wear, and floppy trousers. He also had a wide brimmed hat on, so his face was in shade, but I could see he was smiling. There was nothing to show that this guy was into panties at all, but, interestingly, his wrist was resting on his lap, and I thought I could make out some other material just showing underneath his cuff.
He said he would be quite interested in meeting, maybe after we had exchanged a few more emails. We agreed to text so that we could speed up the chat.
I sent one straight away, “Hi Darren, I like your garden. Looks like a good place to chill out! Have you been in this site for a while?”
He texted back “Yeah its great in summer. I haven’t been on it for too long but its pretty good. I loved you in your satin. I haven’t got much lingerie, unfortunately as I have to be careful what I wear. Anything not from natural materials tends to bring me out in a rash!”
“Oh that’s too bad,” I said, “Still I suppose there’s quite a lot in cotton and silk. I’d love to see you in panties if you could send me a pic.”
“OK” he texted, and almost immediately an email arrived with a pic. He was lying on his bed in pink silk. He was amazing. His skin was pure white, like a woman, with pink lipstick and a blond wig.
“Wow, Darren,” I replied, “you’re very beautiful. You certainly hide your light!”
“Mmh yes, its just that I don’t just want sex from a guy! But I like you Mark and would like to meet you.”
Pretty soon we agreed to meet up one lunch hour at the art gallery. I took more care than usual with my appearance and put some expensive scent on. As I approached the gallery I saw Darren. He was leaning against a pillar looking very casual, again with loose clothing, but this time without a hat. His hair was blond and long without being shoulder length. I walked up and offered my hand, but he raised up a hand to stop me.
“Hi Mark,” he said. “I’m sorry, but as I told you, I have to be very careful with my skin. Even if you’ve recently washed your hands with the wrong type of soap, it can affect me. Having said that, it doesn’t seem to affect my face!” So saying, he hugged me and kissed my cheek. I returned his kiss and we stood smiling at each other for a few minutes.
He suggested we spend a while in the gallery and then have a coffee. I agreed and we soon found that we shared a similar taste in art, not ruling anything out.
Over coffee we learned quite a lot about each other, not least about our taste in lingerie. He asked me if I could send him more pics of myself in panties and I said I would, but also said that we should meet and show each other ourselves in our outfits. He agreed, and invited me to his place the following week.
Darren lived alone in what had been his parents’ house in the suburbs. They had passed away some years ago, and I had the impression that he had lived quite a lonely life since then.
I had told him that I was married, and he didn’t seem to mind, so long as our friendship didn’t hurt my wife. I told him I would tell her when the time was right. In the meantime, I packed my sexiest lingerie, and went to his place on Saturday morning.
He opened the door, and I was slightly surprised to see that he was once again dressed in the same casual gear that I had seen him in already.
He invited me into the living room, which was tastefully decorated, and had a huge cream leather suite. We sat on the sofa and he brought a small table, two glasses and a bottle of good white wine. “I hope you like this,” he said. “I don’t drink very often, but I like this.”
I sipped mine and agreed it was nice. He leaned back on the sofa, clearly thinking about what he was going to say. “Mark,” he began,”I don’t think you will have met anybody quite like me before, so I need to explain a few things. You already know that I have a problem wearing certain materials. I also have a related condition. I don’t have a hair on my body.”
He waited til this had sunk in, and I could see that he was assessing my reaction. Its fair to say I was a little stuck for words. “But your hair?” I said, pointing at his head.
“Ah, that,” he went on. “Good isn’t it?” He reached up and removed his wig.
“Wow,” I said stupidly, “that is good.” I looked at his head and thought it seemed quite nice and shiny.
He went on, pulling his sleeve up to show me a white hairless arm, completely smooth, “See, nothing”
I put my hand on his arm. It was smooth and warm. “That’s nice,” I said, “Can I see all of you?”
He stood up and began to take his shirt off. He was quite slender and his pale skin made his lips appear pinker than they were. I looked on, interested, but also more and more attracted to him. He had been wearing a see through chemise underneath his shirt, to protect his skin, and when he removed his trousers there was similar underwear covering his completely hairless cock and balls. “Would you like to see me?” I asked.