Gay Underwear Fetish


It was a cold and windy night when I stepped out of my car and into the street. I knew exactly where I was going – the local gay underwear fetish club. I’d heard about this place for some time and had been itching to check it out for myself.

The club was situated in an old warehouse and when I arrived, I could see it was packed with people dressed in various kinds of skimpy and revealing underwear. The atmosphere was alive with energy and my heart started racing as I entered the place.

I felt a bit out of place and self-conscious, but I knew that once I started talking to some of the people in the club, I’d be more at ease. After all, I was here to have some fun.

I made my way through the crowd and eventually found a spot at the bar. I took a seat and looked around, taking in everyone and everything. I noticed that there were many guys with their eyes locked on me – obviously they were interested in what I was wearing.

I looked back at them and smiled, before turning my attention to the bar. I asked the bartender what the best drink was and he recommended a cocktail called ‘The Slut’. It was made with vodka, peach schnapps, grenadine and orange juice, and it tasted amazing.

I finished my drink quickly and made my way around the club, talking to people and checking out the different fetish gear being worn. I was surprised to see some guys in full body harnesses, complete with straps and chains. Others were wearing latex catsuits with bondage masks and all kinds of other kinky toys.

It was all quite overwhelming, but I was also intrigued and aroused. I decided to stay and explore some more.

I eventually reached the back of the club and found an area filled with men in various stages of undress. There was one corner in particular that had caught my eye, and I soon found out why. A tall man was wearing a pair of tight leather briefs, and his bulge was clearly visible through the fabric.

I couldn’t take my eyes of him and so I approached, introducing myself. He told me his name was Tony and that he was a regular at the club. We began to talk, and as we did, he kept getting harder and harder. He told me about his fetish for wearing tight underwear and how it got him really aroused.

That was all the encouragement I needed, and so I leaned in and kissed him. He returned the kiss eagerly, and soon enough, our tongues were dueling in an incredibly passionate manner. He grabbed my hands and pulled me close, our bodies pressed together tightly as his hands explored my body.

He slipped his hands beneath my shirt, pushing it up and removing it altogether. His hands then travelled downwards, his fingers caressing my chest before moving downwards towards my jeans. He undid them and pulled them down, revealing my underwear.

He took a step back and examined me with a hungry look in his eyes. I returned the look, and with a smirk on his face, he began to slowly undress himself. He peeled away a piece of clothing after another until he was standing in front of me wearing nothing but a pair of tight black briefs.

My breath hitched in my throat as I took in his body – he was muscular and toned and I could barely contain myself. I stepped forward and he reciprocated in kind, pressing his body against mine. His hands ran up and down my back as we embraced and kissed, our tongues intertwining in a passionate dance.

I felt his arousal growing, and soon enough, his hands moved down and toyed with the waistband of my underwear. He pulled them down, revealing my erection, and soon enough he was stroking it. I moaned in pleasure as his fingers toyed with my length, and my breathing grew heavier and more laboured.

He then moved away, and with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he retrieved a large box from a nearby shelf. He opened it and revealed a collection of different pieces of underwear – skimpy jockstraps, briefs, boxers, thongs and more.

He then proceeded to dress me up in the underwear, taking his time as he carefully arranged each piece. By the time he was done, I felt amazing – sexy and powerful. I thanked him for his efforts and we embraced and kissed once more.

Tony then suggested that we take our fun to the bedroom and without hesitation, I followed him. We entered the bedroom and he immediately pinned me to the bed and began to kiss and lick my neck and chest. His hands were all over me and my body quivered with pleasure.

He moved his hands lower, sliding them inside my underwear and caressing my hard erection. His touch was electric and I gasped in pleasure as his fingers explored my length. His mouth soon joined his hands, and I was soon enjoying the most incredibly sensual blowjob I’d ever experienced.

He had me on the edge of orgasm and just as I was about to climax, he moved away, teasing me further. He then moved up and kissed me, pushing his tongue deep into my mouth. His hands moved down my body, cupping my buttocks and pushing me closer to him.

We continued like this for what felt like hours, each movement pushing us closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. Finally, Tony pushed me onto my back and I felt his hard cock pressing against me. He slowly entered me, each thrust pushing me further and further into pleasure.

The sensation was incredible and soon enough, my orgasm was at its peak. I cried out in pleasure as I felt the waves of pleasure ripple through my body and when I opened my eyes, Tony was smiling down at me. We shared a brief kiss before he rolled off me and we both lay in blissful silence.

For the next hour or so, we stayed in bed together, talking about our experience at the club, our fantasies and fetishes, and whatever else came to mind. Eventually, it was time to part and Tony got dressed and said goodbye.

As I drove home, I couldn’t help but feel a little bit sad. I had enjoyed our experience so much, and I felt satisfied yet craving more. I knew then that I’d be back soon to continue my journey into the world of fetish and kink.