Date: Sun, 26 Sep 2010 16:46:32 +0100 From: Toby Craddock Subject: Joe the King Part 2 Those of you who, like me, like the sight of young teenage boys in white briefs will have no doubt drooled over the film 'Joe the King'. It is all about a 14 year old boy from a difficult family background who, at the end of the film, is sent away for 12 months to a detention centre for breaking and entering. Often during the course of the film we often see Joe wearing jeans and a white tank top (singlet), often the elastic waistband of his white 'Fruit of the Loom' briefs is showing above his jeans, and equally often we see him stripped just to his briefs. On a couple of occasions we also see his 15 year old brother just in his white briefs too. This is without a doubt the best film I know for lovers of young teenage boys in white undies -- don't tell me the director doesn't have a similar fetish! Joe took to petty crime to steal money with which he could pay off the debts run up all over town by his drunken abusive father, and hence he got into trouble with the law. In the film, Joe is played by young Noah Fliess. Noah displays to perfection the intense sexuality that is just brimming beneath the surface of many boys as they go through puberty. There are at least two scenes in the film when we can clearly see an erection under his briefs. On both occasions he is in his tank top and briefs. In the first scene he is trying to persuade his brother to sleep with him, and later on in the film he goes to the front door to let in the policeman who has come to arrest him. My story provides an alternative scenario whereby Joe earns money but does not have to resort to stealing it. In Part 1 I described how I first met Joe and persuaded him to visit me after his dish- washing shift in the diner was over. He had come once, stripped to his underwear but had taken fright and backed off. I was now eagerly awaiting his second visit and hoping for something better. So; Joe the King, an alternative scenario Part 2 He arrived shortly after 9 and gave me a lovely smile - I think we both sensed sex was going to be on the agenda that evening. After I had locked the door I said 'Let's do it upstairs. Undress in the bathroom and then come into my bedroom'. I stripped off to my white CKs and put on my dressing gown. When he came to me I put hands round his briefs and gently felt his bottom. I then kissed the front of his briefs all over and felt his penis stiffen through the soft white cotton. I started to fondle the tent it had caused but suggested to him he should remove his tank top and then bring his penis out of the front opening for me to play with. At last -- Joe's stiff penis was all mine. Well over 5", circumcised and all mine. Mine to wank, mine to kiss and mine to suck. I played with it what seemed an age but was probably only about 10 minutes when I asked him to turn round and bend over the bed. The sight of his white briefs now tightly stretched over his cute bubble butt was just so sexy. I removed my dressing gown and brought my own penis out from my CKs. I rubbed it all over his briefs -- first behind and then on the front and then we rubbed ourselves together - his penis onto mine. After a few minutes of bliss he knelt down in front of me, pulled down my briefs and ...took me straight into his mouth! He held my shaft with one hand and squeezed my testicles with the other, all the time sucking me all the way to his throat. OMG...he knew exactly what to do...was this the result of boy on boy sex with Ray I wondered? 'Joe, you'd better stop or I'll cum' I whispered. He took absolutely no notice. 'Joe!' I said more urgently, 'you're making me cum'. 'Joe darling, please stop!' But he didn't stop, and a sure as day follows night squirt after squirt of my spunk went deep into his mouth; some to be swallowed and some to be ejected round the corners of his lips. Heavenly bliss, to be sucked off by a boy you fancy so much. When I could take it no more he sat on the bed and grinned at me -- he was so satisfied with himself at having controlled my ejaculation. 'It's my turn to do it you now' I said as he lay on the bed with his legs spread wide open. I did my very best to make it brilliant, and in no time it was his spunk that was squirting into my mouth. He arched his back as he squirted, letting out gasps of sheer delight. We didn't hurry to get dressed, and he let me cuddle him on the bed first until some energy returned to him. Another $10, but this time really good value for money. Where on earth, I wondered, had he learned to do this? And so it was I began to have twice or thrice weekly sex sessions with the most perfect sex partner I could imagine. I paid him $10 every time and soon began calling him 'my boy prostitute'. I actually found it exciting that he took money in return for sex, and he seemed to like me thinking of him as a boy prostitute. The entire arrangement suited him well; he got and extra $5 each time compared to working at the diner, he left there an hour earlier and on top of all that the time he spent with me was a lot more congenial. Some times he sucked me off, sometimes he just wanked me and sometimes I made myself cum onto his delightful pink ring. Most times he kept his briefs on, but sometimes I lowered them just over his bottom onto the tops of his thighs to provide better access to his private parts. I had asked him if he could leave a pair of his briefs with me after we had had sex one night, but he said he only had 4 pairs left -- some of the others had been thrown out by his mother. The next day we popped into Walmart (where his mother had bought the original briefs) and soon found the boys' underwear. There were both Hanes and Fruit of the Loom white briefs on display so I bought him a 6-pack of the latter size 14. They were absolutely identical to the ones he was already wearing. Joe told me his mother would probably not notice he had new briefs but, if she did, she wouldn't be in the least bit interested in where they had come from. After that, he let me have a couple of his older briefs to keep under my pillow for 'blotting paper' use! He had once asked me it was that turned me on about boys wearing white briefs, and I explained that his Fruit of the Loom briefs were very similar to those I had worn myself as a boy when I was going through puberty and enjoying sexual liaisons with other boys. One morning he surprised me by an early morning visit before school. He looked troubled. 'Any chance you could give me $15 -- I need it urgently'. 'I'll do anything to please you later'. I didn't ask him what he needed the money for, as I knew it would be a genuine need, but I gave him the money and then whispered to him what I wanted him to do in return. He smiled and nodded in complete agreement, so we went upstairs and stripped off. He removed his briefs, wrapped them carefully round the head of my penis and proceeded to de-spunk me. Quite quickly I squirted my cum into his briefs, and when I was satisfied he had squeezed the very last drop out of me I watched him put the soaking briefs back on again. The agreement was he had to wear the cum drenched briefs all day, and then return in the evening to be sucked off. I just was not able to imagine a sexier boy than Joe. By this time I felt I could bring up the topic of his friend Ray who was also 14 and who I also fancied. One night when I was starting to masturbate him I asked him if he and Ray ever did it together. He told me they had started fooling round together when they were 11, and by the time they were 13 and had found out how to cum they were doing it most days after school. This lasted almost a year but they were no longer doing it now. 'Is that how you learned about sucking cock?' I asked. He nodded. I then told him that I had often had fantasies when I imagined watching him and Ray having sex together, and I wondered whether he felt like asking Ray to come to my house to do it in front of me some time. He just laughed and said 'no way!' -- apparently his days of having sex with Ray were well and truly over. I have mentioned this because of an incident in the car park not long after. I had gone to do my weekend shopping early one Saturday morning when I saw Ray riding round on his bike alone. He rode up to me as I parked the car and said 'So you like boys who wear white briefs then'. God...what do I say now? I just grinned and said 'I like your Hanes' pointing at the white Hanes waistband peeping above his jeans, 'Where did your Mum get them from?' 'There' he said, pointing to Walmart. He went on in a whisper now, 'Would you like me to suck your cock sometime?' I was inwardly shaking, but I kept my cool. 'Ray!' I said in my sternest voice, 'you are far too young to know how to suck cock!' But Ray wasn't going to be put off...he came up to the car door, opened his jeans and showed me the massive tent sticking up within his white briefs. 'You'd better get in the car quickly before anyone sees you' I gasped and, once he was in, I drove off the road at the back of the old golf course. This was an area popular with the local rent boys, and I knew it would be quiet on a Saturday morning. His white tented briefs had seduced me, and I said 'Look, just this once, ok? 'Ok' he replied, and so we did it. After he had sucked me off I took his lovely boy cock into my mouth, determined to make the most of the opportunity. I took all his spunk into my mouth and swallowed every drop -- it was after all going to be the only time. On the drive back into town he must have felt the usual 'after sex guilt' coming on because he suddenly said 'Promise you won't tell Joe or anyone?' I promised him my lips would be sealed provided he never asked me again for sex. In the days and weeks after I often wondered about going back to Ray, as I now knew he was very much into gay sex. I had always fancied him and, furthermore, he had been an exciting partner. In the end I came to the reluctant conclusion not to, and I began to feel ashamed for contemplating cheating on my lovely boy prostitute. I wondered how it was that Ray knew of my fetish for boys in white briefs and, putting two and two together, I concluded that Joe must have told him I had asked whether he wore white briefs. Ray must have then guessed I was might well be interested in having sex with him. I only hoped Joe hadn't told him anything else By the time Joe was approaching his 16th birthday the frequency of our sex sessions had declined to once a week, if that. One day he coyly mentioned to me there was a girl at school he rather liked and they had started going out together. It was inevitable that sex with him would be coming to an end so, to make it easier for him, I suggested we should have a trial period of 3 months when we didn't do it at all. He was obviously relieved I was prepared to make the break, and although he popped in every now and then with his new girl friend we never had sex together again. His home life had got much better as his mother had finally thrown out his abusive father and Joe no longer felt the need to work at the diner. I started thinking about going back to Ray again, but the opportunity to move to another job in another town came up and I went. I reflected that I had enjoyed fantastic sex with Joe for over a year and a half. He had always satisfied me in every sexual way I had requested, and he had also satisfied my 'boys in white briefs' fetish. I had been just so lucky!