Date: Thu, 6 Sep 2012 15:26:50 +0100 From: Toby Craddock Subject: Joe and other boys in tighty whities - Part 1 Joe and other boys in their tighty whities -- Part 1 (Usual disclaimers) In September I moved from the 'big apple' to a small town in the mid west. I had not been there long before I noticed the boys. There were 4 or 5 of them - aged between 13 and 15 - and they were often to be seen after school riding or skate boarding round our local Walmart's car park. Let me say straight away that I have always been attracted to boys, even as a pre-teen. By the time I was 12 I had also picked up a fetish for the white briefs we all used to wear. Then, once I had discovered masturbation I did my best to seduce other boys at my school who I felt would not spill the beans later on. At uni and in my 20s I did the rounds of girl friends and, although I enjoyed sex with some of them, I still maintained an attraction to young teenage boys. Pretty soon I identified Joe as my sort of boy. He was slim, quite ordinary looking but not bad looking either. He had that look about him that said, 'I masturbate a lot -- do you want to masturbate with me?' I liked the way he dressed too. More often than not he would be wearing a white tank top (singlet) and close fitting jeans. Better still, the elastic waistband of his white briefs was nearly always visible with FRUIT OF THE LOOM embossed all round it. It was easy to imagine just how sexy he would look when stripped to his briefs, and before long he was featuring in my nightly masturbation fantasies. There was another boy I liked too. He was Ray, Joe's friend. Well usually they seemed to be friends, but now and again I could sense they had had a rift. Ray was a little taller than Joe. He always wore glasses and again I could see white briefs (Hanes) peaking above his jeans. I was as sure as I could be that Joe and Ray masturbated together, and in my nightly fantasies I used to imagine them having sex together in their white briefs. I started visiting Walmart in the early evening on a daily basis and always parked my car near to where the boys were hanging out. Inevitably they got to recognize me and we were soon exchanging 'hi' with each other. Now and again Joe would be one his own and I made it my business to find out as much as I could about him. I had thought he was 13, but in fact he was 14. He always looked tired because, he told, me he worked in the local restaurant washing dishes until late. Yes, Ray was a sort of friend but he often couldn't be bothered with him. Ray was also 14. After Joe and I had chatted a few times I plucked up courage and told him I liked his white tank tops. He simply shrugged. Then he asked me why I was always at the super-market. 'To buy a few cans of beer' I replied, 'when you live alone it's good to have few beers in the evening'. 'You live alone?' he asked, 'where?' I told him my address - it was only a few streets away and I knew he could easily cycle to my house if he wanted to. Although he would always chat with me Joe didn't smile all that much. It was easy to see why as he had told me his father was abusive to both his mother and himself. He worked all the hours he could to earn money with which he used to pay off his father's debts. How awful, but a hazy plan was beginning to formulate in my brain. As the autumn drew on it was often dark when Joe and I met in the car park before he left to do his shift in the diner. One evening he was showing more of his brief's waistband than usual, so gently I ran the tips of my left hand fingers round it. 'Nice briefs' I commented. Joe shrugged, 'lots of boys wear white briefs' he said. 'Do you always wear white?' I asked. He nodded. 'Does Ray wear white ones?' I asked, knowing full well he did. 'Probably' was the short reply. I changed the subject as asked 'what time do you finish at the diner? 'Not usually before 10' was the answer. I suggested that if he ever finished earlier he would be welcome to pop in to say hello, and with that he went off to work. I was quite pleased the way the conversation had developed. I had let Joe know I liked his briefs, and he would have guessed that liking briefs was a sexual interested. Also I had sown the seeds in his brain that I would like him to visit me. During the following few chats I always made sure he noticed me ogling at his waistband, and soon the opportunity arose to take the matter further and put my plan into action. One evening I found him alone and looking even more tired and fed up than usual. 'You're not looking forward to going to work are you? I said. He shook his head wearily. 'How much do they pay you?' '$5 an hour' was the reply. This was the chance I had rehearsed many times over the previous few weeks. 'Joe' I whispered. 'why don't you let your nice white briefs earn some money for you instead?' Now this was a risky thing to say. Joe could -- just possibly could - have thrown a tantrum at this point, but I guessed the balance of probability was that his reaction would be more reasoned. I was right. He started at the ground for a few seconds and then said 'How?' 'Ok' I replied, ' you could leave the diner at 9 instead of 10, come to my house for an hour and pose for me in your nice white briefs. I would give you $10 just for doing that'. Joe quickly worked out that he would be $5 in profit and not have to wash dishes for the last hour. Then his suspicions were aroused -- 'what else would I have to do?' he said rather aggressively. 'Anything you wanted to' I replied, 'but the deal is if you pose for me in your white briefs for an hour I will give you $10. Simply that and nothing more'. This was quite a lot for Joe to think about, so he went off to work and left me wondering whether I had done the right thing. The thought of having his drunken, abusive father at my front door was not a pleasant prospect at all! Over the next few days I went to the super-market as usual but Joe there were always other boys hanging around with Joe so I couldn't further our discussions. But I didn't have long to wait, as not many days later there was a knock on my door just after 9.00 pm and there he was. He looked really nervous, naturally, and to tell the truth so was I. 'D'you want to try it it?' I asked. 'Yes' was all he said. I suggested to him that he should undress upstairs in my bathroom. Should anybody come to the house (very unlikely) he should go straight upstairs, get dressed and then flush the toilet. 'And look' I said, 'if you feel at all uncomfortable at any time just get dressed and go home'. With that reassurance he disappeared upstairs to undress for me. When, a couple of minutes later, he came downstairs in just his underwear I realized he was indeed the boy of my dreams. A lovely slim waist, and so sexy white Fruit of the Loom briefs. Close fitting yes, but not too tight. Soft, snow white cotton and a sexy elastic waistband -- perfection personified. 'Oh Joe, I knew you'd look fantastic in your briefs -- they're so sexy!' He was avoiding my gaze, but I was looking at the outline of his clearly visible penis - it was tumescent. I was beginning to think that sex with a perfect boy partner was only minutes away but I was mistaken. Perhaps concerned about his penis stiffening, Joe suddenly blurted out that he didn't want to go on, and would be going home. When he was dressed and ready to leave I gave him the $10. 'But I didn't stay an hour' he said. 'No' I replied, ' but you had the courage to come here, and you had even more courage to undress for me. I think you deserve everything I promised you'. 'Thanks' he said, rather meekly, and with that he rode off to go home. I was slightly, but not too, disappointed as I had expected something of the sort on the first occasion, but what a lovely wank I had when I went to bed later that night! Not entirely sure why, but I kept out of Joe's way for week, going to the super-market during school times rather than I the evening. When I eventually decided I needed to face him again I parked in my usual spot and was quite relieved to see there were a number of the other boys there. However he rode straight across to me and said quite cheerfully 'Hi, were've you been?' I mumbled something about a vacation, but he went on in a quiet voice this time, 'would it be ok to come round this evening?' 'I'd love that Joe' I replied in an equally quiet voice, my spirits rising considerably, 'Just don't let anyone see you, ok?' He nodded, obviously understanding the full implication of what I had said. It was only 6.45 pm, and the wait to 9.00 pm was going to seem interminable! End of part 1. The second, and final part, soon. Nice positive, friendly emails would be welcome!