Lush in Lace

-Scott-

Just to get some fancy photos, I'm now baked toasty on the outside and tender on the inside.A small recessed alcove in the gallery is lit by scalding, bright lights meant to maximize the artwork, not the perfect wedding photoshoot for a dozen burly groomsmen.

After three rounds of tossing and turning, I concluded that the wedding photographer was definitely Satan's minion.You thought she'd know how fucking hot it would be to wear nylon stockings under dress pants?But apparently not.How could she know?No one would have guessed that I was wearing lingerie under my gown, except Leland, who was standing right behind me, exuding something hotter than a sun flare.

God.I could literally feel the sweat beading under my dress jacket.As I moved uncomfortably, I heard Lelan chuckle behind me, and I clenched my cheeks in chagrin.He's been staring at my crotch and gloating all day.The wedding banquet hasn't started yet, and I already want to stop this gamble.I can't take it anymore.

To my surprise, the lace panties were not the problem, the stockings were the most torturous thing, even though I did have a hard time getting my cock in and the string at the back was rubbing my ass. .Before I bet, I didn't think I would be required to wear a layer of non-breathable nylon under my suit pants, socks, and shoes.Wearing these things together is like a sauna for my legs.

"Lylan, are you harassing my little brother?" BJ asked after noticing Liylan's smirk.

"How is this possible? He is not small anywhere in his body." Lelan teased.

His answer brought my attention back to my pussy and made me moan.

"Are you alright, Scott? You look..." BJ paused, trying to find the right adjective, "I don't know how to put it...not well?"

Now, behind me, Leland laughed outright.

I gave Leland a quick elbow to shut him up. "I'm fine, it's just too hot to stand under these lights."

As if sensing that I was going to pass out at any moment, BJ said to the photographer and the group of best men waiting to be photographed: "Guys, let's rest for a while."

More than a dozen men felt relieved and walked quickly to the bar. "Thanks." I said to BJ.

"It's okay. By the way, in order to maintain his 'masterpiece', Kirk specially arranged a small storage room with constant temperature control, just above the stairs at the end of the corridor. Why don't you go there for a while and enjoy the shade?" BJ suggestion.

The wedding reception was held in the gallery of a very good friend of BJ's - Kirk.The gallery was closed for the day, but the main hall was still packed with wedding guests.I appreciate his offer to leave me alone for a few minutes.

"Thank you." I said it again, squeezing my brother's shoulder.

***

Kirk's climate-controlled room was more like a big, dark closet, filled with paint cans, buckets, canvases, paintbrushes, clay, and covered paintings—probably what BJ called "masterpieces." "Bar.But I have nothing to complain about. This cool and quiet room is all I need right now.Of course, my penis desperately needs some breathing room too.

I kicked off my shoes and let my uncomfortably hot feet enjoy the coolness of the concrete floor.If only I could take off the stockings, I wouldn't feel so bad.With that in mind, I walked further into the room.Every step I take, I can feel the thin rope behind the panties getting stuck in the buttocks higher and higher, and the penis is also tightly strangled by the lace in the front, making it painful to rub.Which reminds me: I'm afraid I won't make it through the night, at least not with my semi-rigid big brother locked up in a lace prison.

If Rylan didn't look so good in his gowns, if he wasn't so close to me in pictures, if his cologne didn't surround me all the time, I wouldn't be in such a mess.

But no matter how uncomfortable I am, I don't intend to lose this bet.So I unzipped my trousers and thought about Leland's cock - the second time I've done it in just two days.With the pleasure of being released, a big sigh escaped from my mouth and echoed in the room.

Every groomsman had to wear white silk satin gloves, and holding one's own dick while wearing them was an extremely erotic experience.The cool, smooth touch feels like a lover kissing hot skin.I close my eyes and imagine Leland kissing me, imagining the tip of his wet tongue gliding across the head of my cock.

I looked down and lifted the long hem of my shirt to get a better view of the balls in the lace panties.I watched in fascination as the round pink stem squeezed through my gloved fingers with each stroke.To die for, but this view brought me to the verge of orgasm.I never knew my dick could be so sexy with lace on it.Is this what Leland had in mind?Is this his favorite fetish?If so, then I can quite understand him.

I continued to jerk and moaned again, not long before I came.I opened my eyes, trying to find some tissues in the dark room.At this time, an inaudible hiss came from the left, which attracted my attention.I turned my head abruptly in the direction of the voice, only to see Leland Madden standing in the room with a smug face, looking at me.

"Don't stop because of me," he said hoarsely, casting his eyes down for a quick glance at my silk-gloved cock.

"God, fuck!" I gritted my teeth and turned around immediately, covering myself with the hem of my shirt.Luckily, it was enough to cover my crotch and the hand that held my own erect cock.Since I didn't have time to take off my pants, Leland couldn't see much even standing behind me.

"What the hell are you doing here, Lelan?" I growled, embarrassed and angry, but still hard.

"I still want to ask you, Lush, but it seems clear at a glance."

"Oh God," I grumbled, moving a little further away from him.

"Need help?" he said triumphantly.

He didn't know how much these five words had affected me, and my dick was so hard that it was about to explode.

"Fuck you, Chi Chi." I cursed.

"You're cranky tonight, Rush. Why?"

"You sadist."

"Hey, you started it first."

"I do not have."

"Actually, do you have it, or do you need me to help you remember?"

I turned my head and stared at him. "I just need a little privacy and a little space to breathe. These instruments of torture you have chosen make my blood run dry."

Not all of what I said was true.If it weren't for the fact that I have a giant cock and it's still hard, these panties would have suited me fine.

"So, are you actually wearing it? I've been thinking about it all day," he said.

In order to keep our brothers from being next to each other before the wedding, as chief best man, we both stood next to the groom throughout the ceremony and took pictures of the wedding reception.Until now, Leland and I have had time to speak in private.

I retorted, "That's 1000 yuan, you know I will definitely wear it, Zhizhi."

"Let me see." He motioned for me to turn around.

"Fuck, don't even think about it!"

"If I can't see it with my own eyes, how do I know if you lied to me?"

How could he not know that I did my part in this transaction, he saw me squirm and squirm all afternoon.

"Oh, I see. You're afraid I'll find out that the rumors from high school about 'Lush has a giant dick' are all fake, aren't you?" he jabbed at me.

"You fucking know what I'm wearing, Lelan," I replied, getting more and more agitated.My cock was still hard and I couldn't tuck it back into my pants, and there was no way I'd be going soft anytime soon with Leland behind me.

"Are you trying to give up, Lush? In my opinion, you have only two choices now, either you show me what treasure you have hidden there, or you just zip up and owe me 1000 yuan. But whatever No matter what you choose, you have to hurry up, you only have about 5 minutes, or your brother should send a search and rescue team up. He is probably already wondering why I haven't gone back."

Leland had me cornered, and his teasing tone made it clear he knew what he was doing.But for me, there wasn't much choice.I was willing to take this silly bet with him, and it would make sense to see if I kept my promise before he paid a large sum of money.But that doesn't make me feel free to show my cock to Leland

Not that my size was anything to hide, the high school rumors were true—all of them—and the thought of proving it to Leland gave me a little excitement.But showing off on purpose is not the same as walking around naked in front of a bunch of guys in the locker room after a football game.On the one hand, I don't care about athletes in the locker room, and on the other hand, I wasn't looking to be seen in lace panties with an erection.

Sadly, I don't have the confidence to refuse him, the price is too high.I was so cruel, I tried to pull the thin lace cloth to cover the cock as much as I could, and slowly turned to face Lelan.Because I was still stiff, the glans poked out of my panties.I couldn't see Lelan's expression clearly, but I could feel his eyes glued to my crotch.I took a deep breath and lifted the hem of my shirt so he could get a better view of the view he had paid 1000 yuan to enjoy.

I seem to hear Leland's gasps and his suddenly ragged breathing.But it could also be my own imagination, especially if my own heart beats like a drum in my ear.

A few seconds was enough for Leland to see that I had kept our promise.So, when he checked and made no sarcastic comments, I dropped the hem.As long as his curiosity is satisfied, I'm sure it's time for him to go.

But Leland stretched out his index finger, pointed down and drew a circle. "Turn around," he ordered.

"Beautiful thought. I'm not going to show you my ass, pervert." I replied, shocked by his request.

"Then how do I know you haven't changed my boys panties to something else conservative?" Leland asked.

"'Pants'?"

"Men's panties," he explained.

I shook my head, not even wanting to ask if there was such a word, but it would explain why the panties he gave me were much bigger than normal. "How the hell would I know where to find men's panties?" I retorted.

"I don't know? Maybe there is a magical place called 'Internet', and you seem to be very familiar with it? Don't try to fool me, Lush."

"I fucking hate you," I complained, before turning my back on him.I slowly took off my trousers, and the cold air brushed my bare bottom.I mentally said "Mississippi" five times, then put on my pants.

"Satisfied?" I asked him.

"Satisfied like a fat man eating a buffet." He muttered, but his fists were clenched tightly, and his face was not happy at all. "Okay, zip up, let's go out."

how is this possible.

My cock was still hard as a rock and seemed to get even harder after showing it to Leland.Let me just zip it up like this, and I will have to tear my pants later.

"I, I can't help it." I murmured.

"You'd better pull it on," he warned, "there's a bunch of gay guys out there, eager to get in any minute. Unless, in your heart, you want them in, Lush?"

"Fuck you, of course not! Don't worry, you go downstairs and I'll be back in a moment, okay?" I said, hoping to convince him.

"No, we have to go down now."

"Fuck you, squeak! I'm too hard to wear my pants." I admitted in embarrassment and frustration. "Either you give me some privacy, or don't fucking try to finish taking pictures today."

My words made him speechless, his eyes swept up and down my body.After glancing around for a few seconds, he grabbed the doorknob and glanced down the hall after he had calmed down from the shock. "You've got three minutes, Lush. Get it done quickly," he suggested, taking one last look at me before turning and going out to close the door.

I thought he wouldn't let me go and couldn't help but thank him for giving me a reprieve.Luckily, the way Leland looked at me was enough for me to end this.In less than 2 minutes, I finished my work neatly and regained my composure.

When I came out of the little room, I saw Leland outside guarding the door.

"Are you okay?" I asked, wondering why he looked a little annoyed.

"It couldn't be better. Let's go back," he murmured, and headed muffled down the corridor ahead of me.

While I felt cooler, freer, and more relaxed after the pantry episode, I still had to get through the rest of the wedding to win the gamble.

It's going to be horribly long tonight.I thought as I followed Rylan, feeling the thong again in my ass slit again.