Lush in Lace

-Scott-

Something seemed to have changed between me and Leland since we parted that day at the Galleria.For the first time, I saw our relationship from an outsider's point of view, and seeing those two boys together made me wonder if other people saw me and Leland in the same way.

Can everyone see the way I look at him?Does he look at me that way too?

Can irrelevant people understand our emotions hidden under every swearing? BJ got it, what about Jamie?

Can onlookers see right away that we are meant to be?

I'm starting to think we're kind of like Kevin and Rodney—we're older, but we're no smarter than they are.Hearing Rylan talk about how I unwittingly protected him all those years ago meant a lot to me and made me want to be there for him forever.Not that he needs protection, he's grown into a strong, sexy, confident man.But I wanted to have a place in his life, if only as a friend.Because the past few weeks have made it clear to me that I need Leland in my life, one way or another.

The wedding night made me realize what I was running from.It doesn't matter if I'm gay or not.The only thing that was certain was that I wanted Rylan, not any other man or woman.I wish I could be that close to him again.At least, we can try to be friends, after all, that's how Jamie and BJ got along.

I felt a sudden relief that it might work to start with being friends.As hard as it will be, I'm going to try to keep my big dick in my crotch until I'm sure Leland has the same feelings for me.

Although I think about having sex with him all the time.Even after we parted ways at the Commercial Plaza that day, I went to the "Sinful Love Trail" by myself.Just to check it out, I'm not going to buy anything.I've spent a lot of time in the men's lingerie section, but that doesn't mean I'm interested, I asked the clerk about their online store, and that was just chitchat.Their 24 hour delivery service didn't impress me at all.It doesn't matter to me that I can have my own panties and lace stockings the next day.No, it doesn't matter at all...

It's been two full weeks since I've been at war with my own self.From then to now, I haven't once worn the items I bought.But today is the last day before Jamie and BJ come back, and I'd be terribly sorry for myself if I didn't hurry up and enjoy some alone time.

The radio was blaring Lippi Paul, and I was twitching my ass in the kitchen to the beat.I was shirtless, washing the last few dirty dishes in the sink, and watched out the window as the squirrels, chipmunks, and brown birds with flapping wings feasted on the bread crumbs and water I left outside. BJ's voice rang in my head, complaining about my "rodent wildlife sanctuary".But he knew these little furry animals were important to me, and he never interfered with me.

The weather is so good today that even the neighbors are taking advantage of the warmth to come out to take care of the garden before summer.The sun will be setting in a few hours, and I wave to the neighbors who pass by the window.Even in broad daylight, they never think about what I'm wearing below the waist, which I get excited about.

How shocked would the neighbors be if they saw me in my new pink lace panties and pink suspenders?Mrs. Mulholland would probably go straight to church and pray for me, as she said she often prayed for Jamie and BJ's "fall."

But it doesn't matter, anyway, I wear it for myself, not for others.No, who are you kidding?I actually wore them for Leland on the sly, at least in my fantasies, and the satin and lace were just for him to wear.In reality, I'll never admit that his little bet revealed a whole new side of me, a side I didn't even know I had.

Depend on!Picture Lelan looking at me now, making my cock throb with excitement in my panties.

I shook my head, trying to drive Leland out of the way, and waited for the next song to play before continuing to dance.After being quiet for a few seconds, I suddenly realized that something was wrong, and I immediately felt the goosebumps all over my body, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up.As if in slow motion, I turned off the faucet and turned around slowly to find Leland Madden standing in the kitchen doorway—with the radio hooked up in one hand and a large bag in the other.The look in his eyes couldn't be more obvious than desire—pure, burning, undisguised desire.

For a moment I was hardly sure if I was hallucinating, like a phantom conjured out of thin air in my mind.We all froze in place, staring at each other in silence.

Countless thoughts went into my head - why is he here?What was he thinking about?How did I not hear him come in?Why doesn't he speak?Most importantly, does he find me sexy?

These are all legitimate questions and I could have asked them out loud.But I just stood there, leaning against the sink, hoping he didn't see my weakness.Leland put things lightly on the floor, but never took his eyes off me.His open palm was clenched into a fist at his side, and his expression slowly changed from lustful surprise to hostility.

Breathe, Scott.breathe.breathe.I repeat the word in my head like a mantra as I watch Rylan walk towards me angrily.

"You look gorgeous, Lush," he whispered hoarsely, running over my revealing attire from head to nylon stockinged feet with his eyes.

I don't know why he was angry, but I remained silent, still stunned by his sudden visit.

"I wonder how long you've been hiding it from me?" he said, gesturing up and down at me.

"Hiding it to you?"

He narrowed his eyes. "How long have you been gay, Rush?" he asked sharply. "Since high school? So you always act like an asshole? Is it too hard for the big guy to stay in the closet?" He speculated angrily.

"You think...? I'm not... oh my god." I stammered angrily, suddenly realizing what my current appearance meant to Lelan.I was instantly embarrassed.I didn't know what to say to him, except that I definitely couldn't be here in pink lace talking to him.I turned around and wanted to leave, but Lelan put his broad and firm palm on my chest and stopped me.

"Don't even think about it, Lesh." He said, blocking my way with his body.

Depend on!

He looked furious.

"How many men have you had?" He gritted his teeth angrily.

I just shook my head.

"Then how many men have you slept with?"

"No, never, not a single one," I answered tremblingly.

He obviously didn't believe me. "Don't talk to me, Lush. First the plug, now the panties. If your dick isn't for fucking, then your ass is for fucking? Who is that?" he demanded .

At this moment, I suddenly didn't want to lie anymore.I could say something high-sounding, make up a poor excuse, or even just push him away, but I don't want to lie to him or myself anymore.

"You." I whispered, so softly that I thought he wouldn't hear.

But he heard it.

Leland stepped back so he could look me in the eye.He looked straight into my eyes, as if he wanted to stare at me, but this time I didn't run away.

"That night on the patio, I...felt fine, but I was confused," I said, twitching my fingers uneasily. "And then you asked for it back. I wanted mine. So I bought it, there's no one else, I don't want anyone else. You don't even like me, but—" I cut off, I think Leland may not have understood my fragmented explanation.

He looked at me from top to bottom again, his eyes glued to my lace-covered crotch. "My dick kind of likes you, Lush. Always, especially when you're dressed like this," Rylan replied, sounding less annoyed. "Do you really think I'll believe it?"

I think I'm going to be angry too, I showed him my heart, but he didn't believe me.I also have self-esteem, and I don't want to give in anymore.

"I don't care if you believe it or not, Squeak." I lied again, trying to get past him again, but his palm was still firmly pressed against my chest.

"You mean you want to try yourself? Right?"

"No, it's not." I answered honestly.

I never took Leland as a test.I've been in a relationship with him for far too long and for too long to be sure what it would be like to actually have a sexual relationship with him, but I want to give it a try.

"I've never been with a man," I said, knowing I wasn't answering his question, but I couldn't think of a better answer to express my longing and anxiety.

Leland looked at me intently again, carefully weighing whether I was telling the truth. "But you want to be with me?" he pressed.

I bit my lip and nodded.

Lelan's nerves that had been tense since he entered the door seemed to have finally relaxed a little. He was still a little hesitant and didn't fully believe what I said.But he didn't frown anymore, nor did he keep a straight face.

"Did you know I'm coming today to bring wedding presents?" he asked.

"do not know."

"So you're wearing this beautiful pink lace lingerie for...?" he deliberately asked only halfway.

I think Leland deserves an answer, but unfortunately I can't, at least I'm not ready to tell him.I shrugged my shoulders and said nothing, feeling my face was hot from embarrassment.

Somehow, my reaction seemed to play into Leland's favor.Leland raised the corners of his mouth and smiled slyly.He took a few steps closer to me, and his index finger slid along my bumpy muscles from my chest to my lower abdomen.His touch was as light as a feather, but it just ignited the desire factor in my blood, making my body burn from the inside out.

"Do you know how many times I've dreamed of you like this?" Leland whispered almost reverently in my ear.

I shake my head.As soon as he touched me, my mind froze.

He touched every hollow, every inch of the contour of my belly, getting lower and lower. "Hundreds of times, no, thousands of times." He corrected his answer.

He looked at me deeply, and slowly knelt down while staring at me.I shuddered and closed my eyes, anticipating what would happen next.I couldn't watch Leland kneel at my feet anymore, or maybe cum on the lace panties before he even started.

I didn't dare to look down at him until I heard him take a deep breath.His nose sniffed at me through a thin layer of cloth, almost touching my penis.His pupils were dyed with strong desire, and his tongue licked the plump lips, as if he couldn't wait to taste me.

My goodness!

Trembling, he rubbed the delicate silk on my ankle, stroked my calf, slid over my knee and continued up, gently massaging my thigh, stroking the lace edge on my leg.His hand was close to touching my erection and I held my breath, desperately wanting Lelan to feel the hard, aching shaft.But he stopped, holding his thighs with his hands, raised his head and rubbed his rough chin against my crotch back and forth.

Terrible!The rough texture of Ryland's beard stimulated my most vulnerable parts, and I had never felt such a rush of lust.I couldn't help moaning from my throat.

At the moan, Leland raised his eyes to look at me. "Say you are hard for me." His voice was pleading, and he finally covered my hard with his hands.

My mind went blank, and I could only let out a suppressed moan.I felt him touch the elastic of my panties and toss them aside, exposing my arousal to his eyes.

"I'm dreaming, aren't I?" he murmured reverently. "I must be fucking dreaming," he said harshly again, before licking the pole from bottom to top with the tip of his tongue.

I bit my lip sorely.

"This is the best dream I've ever had." He murmured to himself again, then he opened his mouth to enclose the entire tip of my cock, and closed his eyes satisfied.

I'm holding on to the counter like hell, or I'm going to uncontrollably pull his hair and fuck him inside his warm, wet, incomparable mouth.

"Oh fuck!" I couldn't help but sigh as he groped his way to my perineum and fondled it provocatively, wrapping his tongue around my cock and swirling it around.God, he's such a good sucker.Very good!

"Lylan." I called him softly, trying to slow down my orgasm.Panting heavily, I kept twisting my butt, completely lost in Leland's mouth.

"No - oh my god, I'm about to cum." I moaned, not wanting him to stop and surrendering now.

"Cum to me," Leland said vaguely with his cock in his mouth, "don't hold back, I've been waiting for a long time," as if seeing through my thoughts.

His encouragement broke my last line of defense.This short moment in reality is more beautiful than all my fantasies combined. No matter how hard I try, I can't bear it anymore.

I shot straight into Leland's thirsty mouth and he swallowed it all greedily.He quickly moved the tip of his tongue to suck the glans tightly, not wanting to let go of any drop of semen.I felt like I was dying, cursing and panting, my legs and penis jerking and twitching uncontrollably.

"Fuck, that's enough. Oh fuck! I can't take it," I begged, still sucking my sensitive cock dry with his skilled tongue.

Leland finally let go of my begging for mercy, but when I gradually calmed down from the orgasm, he kept stroking my thighs, buttocks, belly, wherever he could touch.When I finally woke up again and saw Lelan picking up the men's panties, his eyes were still burning with desire. "Is there any more upstairs?" He asked me as he shook his underwear, which was poorly made of fabric.

I nodded.

"Go get another one," he demanded.

"Lylan, I'm not—"

"Just for me, okay?" He begged pitifully, and I didn't even have the last bit of hesitation left.

I nodded again, "Are you coming?" Seeing that he didn't follow, I asked a little embarrassed.

"I'll be there in a moment." He nodded and replied stiffly.His crotch propped up an obvious little tent.

I went upstairs alone, completely forgetting my previous decision to start with friends.But now the raw rice has been cooked.I couldn't breathe because I was clamoring for Leland with all my heart and soul, but I couldn't pass up this opportunity.

I chose my favorite pair from my new collection of trousers—red lace low-slung boxers, paired with a pair of black fishnet socks.I imagined how Leland would react when he saw me wearing it, and every pair of panties I bought back carried such an imagination.I desperately want him to desire me, want him to submit to me.It’s weird how I don’t feel weak or feminine in these delicate lingerie, but sexy, powerful, and superior.

But I was still full of confusion and anxiety, like ten thousand butterflies flapping their wings in my heart.I couldn't help wanting to know: was Leland only interested in me, or would any guy get hard if he wore sexy panties?I hope I'm special, I don't want to think about how Leland still feels about other men, at least at this moment he belongs to me, that's enough.

Just as I was making up my mind, Leland walked into my tiny bedroom and closed the door behind me.His hungry eyes are the best aphrodisiac.

"How about this one?" I turned slowly so that he could admire my lace-covered ass without any blind spots.

He let out a low growl from his throat, which made me water with excitement.

"Go to bed, Lush," he ordered.

I followed his instructions immediately, the sheer lust in his eyes made the hairs on my hair turn.

"Damn, you look so good," he growled, scrambling to throw his clothes on the floor.After he was completely naked, he stood by the bed and asked, "I'm used to being the active side. Are you okay, Lush?"

I could hardly understand every word he said and was mesmerized by his near-perfect naked body just a few steps away from me and his thick, long, horny cock.

"No, no." I replied dully.His words made me more irritable, and I had a tendency to be hard again after ejaculation.

"Show me, Scott. Fuck yourself hard."

I was about to pull down the lace to release the stem when Lelan stopped me. "Don't! Don't take it off. I want to see you grow under this beautiful crimson fabric."

I reached down with both hands, one held the balls and rubbed them through the panties, and the other stroked the penis back and forth. After a few touches, I was completely hard.I closed my eyes and imagined that instead of standing at the end of the bed looking at me, Leland was touching me.

"Look at me," his commanding voice pulled me from fantasy to reality, "don't take your eyes away."

He slowly climbed onto the bed and crawled towards me, and I spread my legs and let him rest between my legs.His mouth faltered around my constantly moving hand, Leland licked me through the lace every time I licked, but his eyes were always intertwined with mine.As if it wasn't enough, he also started to move.Wrap my scrotum with one hand, and stretch it back with the other.

I immediately became nervous, and I couldn't help but stop the movement of my hands. Lelan raised his head to observe my reaction, and after a few seconds, he showed clear eyes.

"We're going to do a lot tonight, Lush. But I'm not going to put a dick in you, okay?" Leland reassured me, pinching my ass hard, fingers slowly through the lace Rub. "It's your first time, so you don't need to do a full set, at least not without any preparation."

Disappointment must have been written all over my face.

"Fuck, don't look at me like that, Scout," he begged angrily. "God, you're the only one who can make me angry and hard all at once, you know? Do you know how much I fucking want to be your first man?"

"do not know."

"It's true, I will be your first man, but not tonight," he swore.

"I can. I, I mean..." Damn!How the hell do you tell a guy you want to fuck his ass?I don't know, but luckily I don't have to take the pains to tell him.

Lelan shook his head helplessly, and said with a smile: "You probably don't believe it, but I've thought about it for a long time. I'm not ready yet. I didn't have any other expectations when I came here today. I thought I would quarrel with you again." Fuck and fuck your balls, Lush. I'm going to go home and think about you in lace, and I've done it like that countless times since the wedding night."

"Really?" I asked him incredulously, and I was so excited by his confession.

Leland snorted. "Really, I'm not kidding you, Lush," he insisted, not believing me, "You'd be an idiot if you thought I didn't want you to fuck my ass. I'd love to have you over me , anytime, anywhere. But it’s not good for us to move too fast, okay?”

I don't want to over-speculate what he means, but there's something I need to know... "You usually let other men—?"

"Fuck me?" he asked back. "No, but I want you to fuck me. Fucking thought, Lush. I really, really, really want to fuck your little hole too," he said, slipping his hands into the lace like Emphatically poked my back hole. "You don't know how much I miss it."

"No, I know." I retorted softly, startling him.

"Fuck, stop teasing, I can't take it anymore."

"Sorry." I apologize awkwardly.

"Don't say I'm sorry. I always knew it would be crazy sweet to be with you," he admitted with a smile.Leland ripped off my panties and threw them on top of his pile of clothes, but left my socks on.He sat back on his heels and sat contentedly looking at my lust and long legs in fishnet stockings for a long time.

After a while like this, I finally couldn't help mustering the courage to break the silence. "Can I touch you, Lelan?" I asked cautiously.

Almost immediately he replied, "Oh, sure. You can touch me, lick me, finger fuck me, you can do anything to me, Scott."

I want to do all these things to him, but I want to kiss him on the lips even more urgently.So when I raised my hand to hold his head and pressed it down, I was not surprised to see his surprised expression.

The moment we touched each other's lips, Leland didn't push back, or even respond.He seemed to freeze, letting me rub his lips, tease him, taste him until he trembled with longing.He parted his lips, entangled his tongue in my mouth, and moaned more eagerly to attack the city in my mouth.

I yelled loudly, fingers in his hair and gripped the back of his head tightly, my other hand groping for his big dick.His cock was thick, long and smooth, and the circumcised dark purple cock was slowly oozing precum, which surprised and delighted me.I've never made a man dick with excitement - hell, I shouldn't have ever made a man hard.Masturbating him is so different from masturbating yourself, and not just because of the different positions.His skin was hotter than mine, and my palms almost melted.Touching another man's penis is weird, but incredibly erotic.I listened carefully to Leland's groans, and fucked harder and faster with each rise and fall.

We kissed hard.Leland reached out to feel my cock too, his belly pressed against me so the two cocks rubbed against each other too.

"Oh fuck! Fuck!" I groaned, feeling like I was about to cum again.

Leland let me go. "Turn around," he ordered.

"But you said—"

"I'll just look at you, or taste you," he told me, his voice trembling with lust.

"Oh my God."

I rolled over and lay down, and Lelan looked at me and tasted me as promised.He parted my buttocks and greedily looked at the scene in front of him, then slowly peeled off the stockings, and moved up inch by inch along the stroked place, pinching and biting my skin.He kept rubbing my firm, round buttocks, as if he was reluctant to let go. I don’t know how long it took before I finally felt his soft tongue licking from the lower right side of the pouch to the coccyx, leaving a wet trail all the way. trace.

My goodness!

This feeling is too strange, but also too horny.He licked and sucked repeatedly until I writhed impatiently, yelled shamelessly, and leaked a lot of pre-cum before letting me go.

"Do you have lube?" he asked me, panting.

I rolled over again, lying on my back on the bed, anxiously reaching for the lube in the nightstand, hoping he would change his mind and fuck me.

Lylan sat between my legs and squeezed a big lump of lube on my cock.He started licking me again, watching my thick, smooth cock squeeze through his sticky fingers. "Fuck, it's porn, Lush." ​​He growled under his breath.

I concentrated my mind, trying to hold on to the essence in the bursts of numbness.

"Don't come." Lelan muttered in a low voice as he quickened his hand movements, and I couldn't hold it any longer. "Don't shoot yet," he ordered.

I clenched my cheeks and endured desperately, but I was able to hold back.

Lelan continued to move unhurriedly, moved to the position of my lower abdomen while soothing me, and sat across from me with his legs apart, his butt clinging to my hot body.

"Oh fuck!" he cursed, rubbing the head of my cock with his backhand and aiming at his asshole.

I felt unspeakably good, desperate to penetrate him, to feel his tightness.I gripped the sheets tightly and waited for Leland to lead me.

"Tell me, Rush. Admit to me that you tried to masturbate like me." He moaned, grinding his hips against the head of my cock.

"Yeah, oh shit, that's right." I moaned unbearably.

"Tell me you ever cum all over yourself thinking I'd fuck your ass," he ordered.

oh my god.His words were too explicit. "Yes, fuck! Leland, I want to come." I begged.

"Cum. Cum on my ass." He seduced me.

But I don't want to release alone - I want him with me.I let go of my grip on the sheets, took his cock and began to fuck him hard, screaming and cum on his soft folds.

In the next second, Lelan let out a muffled groan on my hand.The viscous liquid splashed on my chest, warm and thick, and it was too dark.I felt strength in my chest, and I felt incredibly attractive because I only had to rub it a few times before Leland surrendered.

But soon, after the unprecedented climax, an uncomfortable silence strikes, making people panic.We haven't dealt with it for so long that we don't know how to sustain a deep, conflicted, all-consuming relationship.At least I don't know.

Before it was too late, Leland had already crawled out of bed and headed to the bathroom, leaving me alone to think about it—what now?

He left in less than a minute and came back with a wet towel so that I could clean up the dirt on my body.

He waited quietly for me to clean up before throwing the towel aside.He didn't get dressed, didn't rush away as I feared, but went back to bed beside me.

"Not bad for your first gay experience, Lush?" He teased, but I could hear the lack of confidence in his voice.

I want to tell him that it's really wonderful, but I'm torn.Does what we just did prove I'm gay?I don't think so, and it's true that I'm not ready to be gay.

Even the embarrassment on my face was noticed by Lelan.

"That—I, uh..."

"Forget it, Lesh. We'll talk about it later," he interrupted me with a frown and gritted teeth. "Let's rest for a while." He muttered dissatisfiedly, turning his back to face the wall.

I felt like something was broken between us, it was like being punched in the stomach.But I didn't say a word of comfort to him, I didn't know what to say to make the situation not so bad.I just turned my back to the door like Leland and closed my eyes.

He's right, we're in such high spirits right now that it's inappropriate to discuss the future.Maybe tomorrow morning, when our heads are clear, we can decide how to proceed.