Date: Sat, 22 Jul 2006 13:31:52 -0500 From: undie tales Subject: Tyler's Underwear This short story is mainly for guys who have a boys underwear fetish. ------------------------------------------- Boys, Their Body Parts, and Their Underwear ------------------------------------------- I admire young boys. The combination of their carefree personalities and their active, youthful bodies is a thing of beauty. Perhaps the most interesting parts of a boy's body are the tender morsels that are hidden away inside his underwear: Two eggs... A pouch... A tube... A mushroom... Two mounds... A crevice... A hole... For numerous reasons I never have, and never will have, direct sexual contact with a boy. However, I have had a few intimate encounters with freshly worn pairs of boys underwear. This story is about one such encounter. --------------------- My Son's Friend Tyler --------------------- I have a 12 year old son named John. Out of all his friends, I'd have to say that Tyler is my favorite. He's a 12 year old, awesomely cute and friendly kid. Tyler has dark blonde hair and green eyes. I'd say he's about 5'2" tall and weighs maybe 100 lbs. Tyler is a bit more physically mature than my son. In fact, recent subtle changes in his outward appearance suggest that he's currently experiencing the earlier stages of puberty. My mind races when I try to imagine how puberty is affecting Tyler's young cock. Is pubic hair starting to sprout above it? At what rate is the general size of his testicles and penis increasing? Tyler is probably marveling at the recent changes that are taking place in what used to be his little boy weenie. How often does Tyler get erections? Does he ever play with it? Can his developing cock squirt even a small amount of cum yet? I'll never know the answers to these questions. But what I do know is that all of this activity is secretly taking place inside the cute, 12 year old boy's underwear. ------------- The Sleepover ------------- Tyler and my son often sleep over at each other's houses. Last weekend John asked if Tyler could spend the night at our house. The answer was "yes". So, at around 10:00 AM on Saturday morning Tyler's mom dropped him off. I agreed to drive Tyler home at around 5:00 PM the next day. Tyler and John spent the day doing the kinds of things 12 year old boys do on a sunny summer day. Exploring the woods by our house. Playing video games. Playing whiffle ball in the back yard. That night they slept in sleeping bags on the floor of our family room. The next day my wife took them to go swimming at the local pool. Before leaving for the pool, the two boys went into John's bedroom to change into their bathing suits. I was wondering if they curiously peeked at each other's weenies as they changed. Then my wife and the two boys got in the car and drove off. Let's summarize the situation: Tyler's wearing his bathing suit, so his freshly worn underwear must be somewhere in John's room. I'll be all alone in the house for several hours. What would you do in a situation like this? Since you're reading this story, you'd probably do the exact same thing I did. I excitedly entered my son's bedroom, knowing that the treasure I was seeking was hidden somewhere inside. There were two small piles of clothes lying next to John's bed. One pile contained my son's shorts. And the other pile included the tan shorts that Tyler was wearing. I knew them well, because it was impossible not to notice how they hugged his cute, bubbly butt. ----------------- Tyler's Underwear ----------------- I pushed the tan shorts aside to see if what I was looking for was hiding underneath them. There they were -- Tyler's underwear! One of the questions I had was now answered: Tyler wore boxer briefs. The waistband was gray with the words "Fruit of the Loom" printed around the waist five times in black. At a distance the boxer briefs looked blue. But upon closer inspection, I saw that the material consisted of thin, alternating, blue and grey, horizontal stripes. The white tag on the inside of the waistband identified them as being a boys size large. I have to say that they were pretty cool looking undies. I excitedly picked up Tyler's underwear and looked inside. I didn't see any skid marks or other stains. Maybe if the material was white instead of dark colored, I could have seen some spots on the pouch. Most boys have a drop of pee left on the tip of their dick after they're done peeing. And then that drop ends up being absorbed by the pouch of their undies, leaving a small stain. I looked at the pouch and tried to imagine the tender sex organ that it was cupping just minutes earlier. At the moment all that remained was the ghost of Tyler's genitals. I wanted to smell them. I brought the inside of the pouch up to my nose and sniffed in deeply. Mmmmm. It was probably the most wonderful scent I ever smelled in my life. Tyler had been wearing these underwear since he arrived at my house, which means he had them on for at least a full day. The pouch radiated the deep, rich odor of boy genitals. I could smell Tyler's sweaty, dangling balls. I imagined them bouncing around as he was running around outside, playing with my son. I could smell Tyler's horny, 12 year old cock. How many boners did he get since he put on this pair of underwear? Maybe he had a morning boner when I woke him and John up for breakfast. When he got out of his sleeping bag, he felt confident that no one would notice his stiffie, because it was hidden behind his shorts and undies. I imagined Tyler's dick slowly growing right where my nose was. I wanted to smell all of Tyler, so I moved my nose towards the seat of Tyler's boxer briefs. I sniffed in and smelled a different type of odor. It smelled like boy butt. The material I was smelling had been caressing Tyler's ass cheeks. And some of it might have even snuck inside his crack and rubbed against his butt hole. I turned my attention back to the pouch. I wanted to taste Tyler's dick. So, I stuck my tongue out and licked the place where Tyler's cock and balls were nestled over the previous 24 hours. I put the inside of the pouch in my mouth and sucked out all of the delicious boy flavor that it contained.... After I was done intimately exploring every square inch of Tyler's boxer briefs, I put them back where I found them. A few hours later they returned from the pool and Tyler changed back into his undies and tan shorts. At 5:00 I drove Tyler home and made sure to let him know that he could visit our house anytime he wanted to. Send me an e-mail (undietales@hotmail.com) if you want to discuss underwear and the boys who wear them.