Being wanked in a mens’ outfitters

Submitted by Brightonwanker

Have been a huge fan of this site for years now – the experience stories always get me hard and dripping! So I thought I would finally share my love of wanking and an experience that happened to me.

I’m proud to say I am a massive wanker – you could say I am a ‘wankosexual’! At the age of fifty I still need to knock one out at least once a day. In my twenties, I could bash myself silly! I would get a hard-on at the drop of a hat and leak so much precum it used to be embarrassing! I’m also a big fan of wanking with other blokes/lads. Sex is wonderful but there is nothing like having a good wank with another bloke and watching the spunk fly! Love playing with spunk as well – love getting spunked on my hairy chest, on my cock or on my bollocks. Love it being rubbed all over me and love its taste – both my own jizz and other lad’s.

We all wank, all love playing with our cocks so what’s the problem in sharing that with a mate and enjoying each other’s pleasure and each other’s cocks and cum? Just enjoy the cock and spunk fun!

I’ve had quite a few experiences- from my first cock-to-cock with an older man when I was in my early twenties to having a lovely, relaxing, sun-kissed wank with another bloke on a beach in Greece (something about sunlight that makes your cock tingle like nothing else). Also, had my fair share of fun in clubs having group wanks.

This story though relates to my life in London. I worked just on the edge of the City and at lunch would have a run. My route would see me passing a smart men’s’ outfitters – suits, legal gowns etc.

One day I saw they were having a sale that included a French brand of underwear. I’ve got a thing about good underpants. I’ve been told I’ve got a good cock, nice and thick shaft, big meaty bellend and big pair of bollocks (guess that’s why I used to make so much precum!) Though I was hot and sweaty from run I decided to pop in and get a couple of pairs so that I could show off my bulge to its best advantage. Before I could pay, the manager asked if I wanted to try them on. I thought this a bit strange and explained that I was too sweaty to do that as I had been running.

A few weeks later, I saw that they had a new range of pants in the shop window and again, being vain and into pants, I went in to buy some. This time I got chatting to the manager (let’s call him Dave). Again, he asked if I wanted to try the pants on. But instead of saying no I thought ‘ok – let’s see what happens’. I went into the changing room took off my shoes and dropped my trousers and pants and put the new skivies on. Sure enough, the taut fabric showed off my package nicely – you could see the outline of my heavy balls and the prominent ridge of my helmet. My cock was starting to swell as I looked myself over in the changing room mirror when I heard the curtain being drawn and there was Dave: ‘Let’s have a look then!’

I was facing a mirror and I could see Dave standing close behind me in the reflection. ‘No! That’s not how you should wear them – your package is all wrong. Right, I’m going to have to sort this out for you. I’m going in!’ And before I could think he had reach round behind me and I could feel his hand on my cock and balls rearranging them! ‘Let’s have a proper look then – ah that’s much better’, said Dave pleased with his arranging skills.

Course, I was beginning to get hard – which was quite easy to see in the reflection of the full-length mirror. ‘Wait there’, said Dave, ’I’ve got another pair I want you to try on’. He came back to the changing room with a very small pair of black briefs. ‘Put these on and let’s have a good look’. I could barely get my big bollocks stuffed in the pouch and by this time, due to all the attention both physical and verbal my cock was getting, I getting a right a full hard-on so it was a struggle getting my shaft into the briefs.

I could see in the reflection that Dave was enjoying the view – his hand was rubbing his bulge through his trousers. He reached round again and I felt him start playing with my balls, expertly rolling my two spunk-filled, meaty orbs.

His hand moved towards my shaft and he pulled it from the briefs, his thumb rubbing around my piss slit where a drop of precum had started to form. In the mirror I could see that with his other hand he was unzipping his trousers and getting his cock out. Although he was taller than me, his cock was quite slender and pale – he slowly pulled back his hood to expose his red bellend.

I watched in the changing room mirror as he started to wank himself with one hand and wank my knob with the other. I Loved seeing my own cock, mine had a thicker, darker shaft , with a meaty, flared exposed helmet as his hand pumped up and down the veiny length. Dribbles of precum were lubricating my cock and I lifted my shirt to expose my chest and started playing with my nips. That just made my cock even harder and I watched in the reflection as my balls swelled and tightened with the spunk they were churning up.

I knew that I wouldn’t last long. I was getting just as excited by feeling another blokes hand expertly wanking me as I was by seeing the reflection of myself whilst being wanked and seeing how much Dave was enjoying himself whilst tossing me off.

A few more pumps of Dave’s hand and I felt the spunk rise, my bellend became even more swollen as the lips of my piss slit parted to let the sweet jizz start pumping out in hot white ropes.

At the same time, Dave started spunking too and I could see him wanking his hood frantically back and forth over his bellend. As I was cumming, Dave tried to pull the pouch of the briefs over my knob to catch my spunk. I spurted some jizz into the pants but the rest of my spunk shot out and landed in milky puddles on the carpeted floor and I could see in the reflection of the mirror that Dave was shooting ropes of cum onto the floor as well.

I have to say that that was a fucking sweet wank; I watched my reflection in the changing room mirror standing there in spunk- soaked pants as my knob began to grow soft.

Dave got some tissues to clean up – though the shop must have smelled of spunk and sweat! I took the spunky pants off to hand back but Dave said I should keep them – free of charge.

I’ve got them on now as I’ve been writing this story for you lads and remembering my changing-room wank with Dave has given me a right old hard-on! My hand keeps leaving the keyboard to play with my sensitive, erect nipples and to rub the straining, bulging pouch of my pants, where I can already see my precum soaking through the fabric…

Happy wanking lads!

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