Bumpy's Magic Underpants
Jogging up the hill on that last block before my house, I heard someone call my name.
"Tony!" I looked around but didn't see anyone.
"Up here!" My neighbor across the street from my house was standing on his roof.
"Hi, Bumpy, what's up?"
"I'm stranded up here. The ladder slipped. Can you put it back up for me?" I walked over on to his lawn, picked up the ladder and propped it up so that he could climb down. "I though I was gonna be up there all fuckin' day. Thanks, Bro." I watched him as he carefully made his way down. Bumpy is a handsome black dude, mid thirties, with a nice head of hair, having eschewed that shave headed thuggish look that so many guys sport these days. I've known him for a while, and always wondered if he were gay. Hard to tell. He worked downtown, a partner in a big law firm, and his name is derived from his intitials, B.M.P. As he neared the bottom of the ladder, my eyes lit up. He was wearing a white tank top, which I think always looks sexy on a black guy, and cargo shorts. Above the top of his shorts, I could see about three inches of exposed underpants. The waistband was white, but below they were a color I can only describe as hot pink. For some reason I found this to be quite erotic. I, too, was wearing a white tank, with a pair of pale blue nylon jogging shorts concealing my tighty whities, and white socks and sneakers.
Bumpy reached the ground and wiped his hands down his cargo shorts, inadvertently lowering them even farther. He said, "It was pretty fuckin' hot up there. I need a beer and you look like you could use one too. Come on in and let's cool off." We stepped inside and went into his kitchen. I sat on a stool at the breakfast bar as he got two beers from the fridge and handed one to me. I popped it open, and unlaced my sneakers.
"My feet get hotter than the rest of me," I said, and Bumpy unlaced his work boots, dropping them on the floor. I lifted up one leg and put my heel on the top rung of the stool. With my knees apart, I knew that he could get a nice view of the edges of my white briefs up the leg of my shorts and I could see him looking at me appreciatively. My gaydar began to ping. We chugged our beers and Bumpy said, "Drink up, there's plenty more."
"I hope you don't think I'm being too personal, Bumpy, but I can't help noticing the color of your underpants. I don't think I've ever seen that shade before." He grinned at me.
"Pretty fuckin' hot, right?" He tugged the waist of his shorts down even more, exposing a sea of pink.
"Where did you buy them? I'd like to get a pair for myself."
"I got them in a thrift store. They were hanging on a rack with a bunch of white briefs and some plaid boxers. Cost me all of a dollar."
"Just the one pair, huh?"
"Yeah. Pity there weren't more." He looked down at them. "I've never seen underwear in a color like this before."
"That's gotta be the sexiest shade I've ever seen. Are they briefs or boxers?"
"Here, I'll show you." He started to unzip his cargo shorts.
"You don't have to get undressed," I said, secretly hoping that he would.
"No problem, I've gotta take a shower anyway." He stood, the shorts fell to the floor and he stepped out of them. He lifted his arms and did a pirouette. "Dah-dah," he sang, showing himself off. My jaw dropped. In addition to the white waistband the edges of the legs had white trim. They were boxer-briefs, with a very short leg and no fly, just a little bit baggy, perhaps "trunks" would describe them better. The color which had so excited me was a subtle pink, with just a touch of mauve, a very feminine shade not usually associated with mens' apparel. It set my pulse racing. Up until then I had believed that the sexiest color for underpants was white, but suddenly my underwear fetish world was developing wider horizons. I gazed at them, hungrily.
"They look so fuckin' hot," I said. "I gotta get me a pair."
"They'd look pretty good on you," he said, looking at my jogging shorts.
"Absolutely. You wanna try them on?" He was grinning. "They were clean on this morning and I promise you there's no skid marks."
I laughed. "Hell, why not?" I watched as he stood and slid them down over his hips, down his legs and stepped out of them. His black cock hung down below the bottom of his white tank, his dark skin contrasting with the white cotton. I couldn't wait to see what his cock looked like when it was hard. He handed me the underpants and I placed them on the breakfast bar as I slid my own shorts down and then my briefs, taking my sweet time so he could get a good look at me. My dick was beginning to get a little bit stiff. I picked up the pink underpants, resisted a temptation to sniff them and slowly pulled them up my legs and hips, tucking my tank inside. "How do I look?"
"Come with me," he said and grabbed my hand. I followed him into his bedroom and stood in front of the full length mirror attached to the closet door. I looked stunning! The color mesmerized me. I pushed my hand down the front and adjusted my stiffening cock so that it was vertical.
"Holy shit!" I said. "I'm fuckin' gorgeous! I'm getting hard looking at myself!"
"You do look pretty hot, Tony. Those underpants would look good on anyone." I looked at him in the mirror, naked except for his white tank, his dick a shade bigger than it had been, still hanging down, but starting to get hard. Something was obviously going to happen. I couldn't wait to touch it. "I have a whole drawer full of different colors and styles," he said. "You wanna browse through them?" I was in heaven, wearing this sexy dude's undies and invited to search through his collection.
"Sure," I said. He opened the dresser drawer and I could see it was filled with dozens of pairs of underpants, all sorts of colors.
"Take and look through that lot. Pick out something for me to wear. I'm gonna try to find my camera." He went out and I started eagerly looking at his intimate garments. There were briefs, boxers, bikinis, trunks, mostly in bright colors, pastels or white. I took several pairs out and held them up to get a good look at them. I sniffed at several, but all I got was a clean laundry smell. Eventual, down at the bottom of the drawer in one corner, I spotted a bright turquoise color. Pulling them out I saw that they were a pair of panties. Made of see-through nylon, they were like short boxers with lace round the legs and a tiny bow on the front. Bumpy came back into the room, still dressed in just his white tank, his dick now almost hard, with a camera in his hand, which he placed on the dresser. I held up the panties. "Oops," he said with a grin. "I'm busted."
I laughed. "Don't be embarrassed, all guys like to wear panties now and again. I have several pairs myself."
"You fuckin' pervert. You're just as bad as I am. I can just picture you hanging out in your back yard wearing panties."
"Pale blue, nylon, full cut with lace panels on the side," I said.
"Gimme a call next time you're out there, so I can look over the fence," he said with a grin.
"So you're a peeping Tom?"
"Would you mind?"
"Not at all. I love being looked at."
He indicated the turquoise panties. "So you want me to wear these?" .
"You asked me to pick them out. Now you have to wear them." He grinned, reached out and took them. I stared at him as he put them on. They concealed nothing. His beautiful dick was clearly visible through the thin nylon. He stepped up to the mirrored doors of his closet and looked at himself.
"You look even sexier than I do," I said and stepped up beside him. He put his arm round my shoulder and I put mine round his waist. "Did you ever see two hotter guys?" I said, sliding my hand down to his butt.
"Never! I gotta get a picture of this." He set up the camera on the dresser and we stood side by side again, our hips touching, arms around each other and waited for the flash to go off. By now his cock was as stiff as mine. Then we turned to face each other. We both knew that something was going to happen between us, but I wanted to stretch out the seduction for as long as I could. He reached out to fondle my basket, but I seized his wrist. "Hold on a minute," I said. His face fell. "If you touch my cock, I imagine you'll want to suck it, and then I'll want to suck yours and then you'll cum all over my face or in my mouth, and that would be wonderful, but then it would be all over, finished. In twenty minutes I'd be out of here. I'm having too much fun just looking at you, you sexy fucker, and I can`t take my eyes off your big nigga dick. How about we decide not to touch each other's cocks and see how long we can hold out?"
"Jesus! I don't know how long I can last. To be so near you in those pink underpants and not be allowed to touch you? It's driving me crazy!"
"But it'll be an experience you'll never forget, right?"
"We can try," he said. "But don't be surprised if I break down and start sucking you off. You've no idea how much you're turning me on." We sate down on the bed.
"Tell me about your first dick," I said.
"It was my dad. I was about twelve when he started fondling me and sucking me off. It wasn't long before I asked him if I could suck him off and pretty soon he was fucking me. It would hurt a bit at first, but I soon got used to it. I loved the taste of his cum and the feel of his dick inside me. I've loved dicks ever since. But it ended in disaster."
"One day, when I was about sixteen, we had a blazing argument. I wanted to go to computer camp and he wouldn't let me, so I threatened to tell people that he'd been molesting me. It was a cruel and stupid thing to do, even though I didn't really mean it. It scared the shit out of him and after that, he never touched me again, never even talked about it. It caused a huge gulf between us that I've never been able to bridge. If he were here today, I'd be on my knees begging forgiveness and, hopefully, sucking his big dick, and hoping he'd fuck me up the ass."
"Do you think he made you gay?"
"Actually, I'm bi. I was married and have a son. If he did, I'm not sorry. Tell me about your first experience."
"He was my P.E. teacher, a black guy. I was fourteen. He made me suck him off."
"Did it gross you out?"
"Hell, no. I loved it. I loved the sense of power it gave me. I could drive him crazy. He'd cum on my face or in my mouth and I got to enjoy the taste of it. We never got caught. It turned me into a fuckin' slut."
"Let me look at your cock again," he said, and I lifted my hips and slid the amazing pink underpants down to mid thigh and lay back down on the bed, my cock rigid and vertical. Lying there, totally exposed, displaying my equipment to a beautiful black dude was getting me almost too aroused to bear. A bead of precum appeared at the end of my dick and I scooped it off with my finger. "Let me taste that," he said, grabbing my hand and bringing my finger to his mouth. He sucked on it hungrily. "Mmm, tasty. I can't wait to taste your cum." He leaned over me, his face just inches above my cock. I peeled back my foreskin and let him inhale the aroma of hot, hard cock. My pulse was racing. He placed on hand on my inner thigh and slowly slid it up, his finger probing my ass.
"Let's get in the shower and you can finger-fuck me there," I said, and as he stood up, I pulled his panties down. Close up, his cock, which must have been close to eight inches, was now rigid, the veins along the bottom swollen, his big balls hanging down. "And I need to take a piss."
"How about giving me a golden shower," he asked as we walked to the bathroom, the pink underpants still round my thighs.
"So you like golden showers too? Oh, fuck, this is gonna be great. I love piss play." In the bathroom, I took his tank top off and gazed at his naked body. We paused as I looked at him, drinking in the sight of his magnificent cock, burning the image into my brain, to be used for later jerk-off fantasies. He pulled my tank over my head and knelt down to slide the underpants off me. His mouth was too close to my hard cock and I gently pushed him back. We stepped into the shower stall and he dropped to his knees, his head back and said, "Hose me down, Tony. Piss all over me. I wanna be your fuckin' toilet."
"You slut," I said with a grin. "You fucking dirty whore."
"Oh yeah, I love that verbal abuse. Call me anything you like." I relaxed my bladder, and waited. It's difficult but not impossible to piss through a hard on and it took a few seconds for the flow to start. Then a strong stream of piss hit him in the face and he opened his mouth and let it fill. Then he closed his mouth and swallowed. I sprayed his chest and then directed the stream down until I was pissing on his cock. "That tasted great. More please!"
I pissed into his open mouth again, saying, "You fucking piss-drinking faggot! You dirty bitch! You slutty, nigga, cock-loving pervert!" My piss filled his mouth again. He swallowed a second time as my stream slowed to a stop.
"Fuckin' great," he said with a grin. "You sure now how to give a nigga a good time. You wanna taste mine?" I dropped to my knees as he stood up and pointed his big black dick at my face. Then a jet of hot piss hit my chin and I immediately opened my mouth and let it fill. The taste was slightly acrid, but I knew that given a few more beers, it would taste just fine. I swallowed and then took another three mouthfuls before he dried up. Piss was running out of my mouth and down my chest. I rubbed it into my skin with my hands.
"Like champagne," I said, standing up, and turning the water on. "Now I want you to soap me all over and finger fuck me." The feel of his hands on my body as he lathered me almost drove me over the top. He soaped everywhere, except my cock and balls and then, on his knees in front of me with a hand between my legs, slid first one soapy finger, then two up my ass. "All the way, Bumpy. Try three fingers. Yeah, that feels great, push in as hard as you can." Being finger fucked is nice, but nowhere near as satisfying as a cock. He tried a fourth finger, but it just wouldn't go in. I leaned forward, bracing myself against the shower wall, my legs apart, my cock almost brushing his face as he worked his fingers in and out of me. "Fuck me, you big nigga fucker!" I murmured. "I can't wait for your cock."
"My turn now," he said, and I soaped him as he had soaped me and managed to push four fingers up his ass as he bent down for me. "Oh, yeah, Tony, fuck my nigga ass. Use me! Abuse me! Ram your whole fucking hand up there. My ass is all yours, do whatever you like to me!" I tried to get my thumb in so that I could fist him, but it just wouldn't go, but the rest of my hand was firmly inside him, pumping in and out as he groaned with pleasure. "Harder! Harder! Hurt me! Rape me, you sexy, honky bastard. I'm your slave." He was breathing so fast, I thought he might cum right there and then, so I pulled my hand out.
"More later," I said, rinsing my hand off.
"Jesus, that was awesome. Your dick up there will send me to heaven."
"Patience," I said. Let's get you dressed in something sexy." Back in the bedroom, he opened his undies drawer again, pulled out a clean white tank, and put it on. "I think I like you best just like that," I said. "Although your underpants get me excited, I don't want to hide that wonderful big nigga dick of yours. I could look at it all day, and I know you like showing it off, don't you?"
"I do, and I like looking at yours. Let's find you something to wear."
"I want those pink underpants," I said. "There can't be anything sexier, you have to admit."
"It's a pity they don't have a fly, so your cock could hang out. Ah, well, let's put them back on you." He held them open and I stepped into them and he pulled them up. "Sweet!" he said, looking at me. "Let's get some more beer." Via the kitchen, we went back to the living room, where we leaned back side by side on the couch, our cocks pointing at the ceiling, my arm round his shoulders, my other hand on his inner thigh, stroking it gently.
"Tell me how did you come to be so obsessed with underpants?" he asked me.
"It all goes back to when I was a schoolboy and I'd look at the guys changing for sports. Back then, the sight of a boy's underwear was more exciting than seeing his cock. I was about twelve and I'd just started jerking off, always to images of sexy young boys in their undies. And the teacher who first fucked me looked pretty gorgeous in his white briefs. I've often hooked up with guys on the internet who are into underwear and every now and again, I've struck gold, like I have with you. I think I'm in love with your cock."
"I thought it was my underpants you were in love with."
"That goes without saying. But they're no good without a guy inside them, preferably a guy with a big, black, nigga dick!"
He laughed. "Later, we`ll take a look at some of the pictures and videos I have on my computer, lots of lovely guys in their briefs and boxers. I have a lot of jerk-off material to watch." Then turned to me, put his arm round my waist, pulled me towards him and kissed me on the lips. As his tongue slid into my mouth, I was on the point of cumming, my cock rigid, my heart pounding. After a few seconds, I had to break away. "You nearly made me cum," I said.
"You'd have made a mess in my underpants, you naughty boy! Then I guess I would've sucked your cum out of them. I bet it tastes fabulous."
I glanced over to a framed photograph standing on the end table beside the couch. "Who's the girl?" I asked.
He laughed. "That's no girl. He's my son." With the boy's hair down to his shoulders it was an easy mistake to make. "He refuses to get his hair cut. That picture was taken two years ago, when he was twelve. His mom is white, which is why he`s much paler then I am. Cute, isn't he?"
"He's a darling. Does he wear pink underpants, too?"
He laughed again. "No, he usually wears white briefs or trunks."
"Is he as obsessed with underwear as you are, Bumpy?"
"Hard to tell. We do hang out at home in our undies, most of the time, but that's mostly `cos it's so fuckin' hot in the summer." I had a mental vision of Bumpy in his pink underpants and his son in white trunks. What a pair they would make.
"Is he bi, like you?"
"Who knows? He does know I`m bi though, and it doesn`t bother him He probably is, as he's never had a girlfriend and spends lots of time over at his buddies' houses. Who knows what they get up to? I kinda hope he grows up to be gay, `cos I've has a lot more fun with guys than I ever had with girls."
"Me, too." I hesitated, then said, "Have you ever thought about. . .you know, like you did with your dad?"
"Of course I've thought about it. How couldn't I? I can get hard just looking at my boy and when I see him in his underpants, I have to go into the bathroom and jerk off. But I've never touched him."
"Because it would freak him out?"
"No, I get the sense that it wouldn't. But I don't want a situation like I had with my dad, which destroyed our relationship, and I wanna stay out of jail. But I won't say I've never been tempted."
I looked down at Bumpy's body, naked from the waist down, his cock still rigid, a bead of precum on the end. I was pretty close to the edge. I leaned over and kissed him, my tongue probing deeply, my fingers tweaking his nipples. He was trembling. He pushed me back, then rose and straddled me, his knees either side of my hips, his cock just inches from my face. I ran my hands up the back of his thighs and caressed his butt, my finger tips brushing his hole. His hands held my face, and I thought he was going to kiss me when suddenly he stiffened, threw his head back and a huge blob of cum hit me on the forehead. His hand went down behind him and grasped my cock through the pink cotton as a second cum shot hit my cheek. He groaned as I grabbed his dick and put it in my mouth, feeling it pulse as he shot more cum. As I gave his cock about a dozen milking strokes, my own orgasm erupted, and I could feel my cum pumping out, soaking his underpants. For long seconds, we stayed like that, his cock in my mouth, his hand on the front of the soaking wet trunks, as I breathed hard through my nose, starved for oxygen. Then he climbed off me and stood, looking down at my midriff, my cum soaking though the pink cotton. Then he sat back down and I turned to face him, my smiling cum-filled mouth open, his jism dripping down my face, then swallowed it all.
When he'd regained his breath, he said, "Jesus, I've never cum with hands off before. You must have me bewitched, you sexy fucker. That was the most intense orgasm I`ve ever had." I wiped what remained of his cum off my face with my hand, and licked it.
"Don't wanna waste it," I said. "It tastes too good." I looked down at my softening dick inside the pink underpants. Even though I was sexually drained, they still had a strange fascination for me, and I stood and turned to face him.
"You really like those, don't you?" said Bumpy. "Why don't you keep them, my gift to you."
I felt a sudden warm glow of gratitude and affection for Bumpy. This was really exciting. His incredible underpants were now mine and I could wear them whenever I wanted to. I could look in the mirror at myself and jerk of several times a day. "You want me to put them in the washer?" he asked.
"I don't mind a cum stain, in fact, as soon as I feel horny again, I'll quite enjoy wearing them with a nice big stain. I'm gonna go home, get some lunch and take a nap," I said. "Come on over whenever you want to. The front door will be open, so just walk right in. You'll probably find me in the bedroom, face down, in which case just pull my underpants down and fuck me up the ass with your big, black, nigga dick." I pulled on my jogging shorts and looked down at myself. The legs of the underpants showed below the shorts. It looked kina gay, but what the hell. All I had to do was cross the street and I'd be home. I kissed Bumpy on the cheek. "Thanks, lover. That was incredible. Come over soon, O.K.?"
I walked out of his house and down his driveway. A young guy was coming towards me up the street, and I paused to let him pass in front of me. He stared at me, at my shorts and exposed underwear, his eyes big. He paused for a moment as though he was going to say something, then continued walking. I slowly crossed the street, taking my sweet time. So what if I looked gay? A little attention was not a bad thing. I was proud of my new underpants, proud to be wearing them while they were soaked with cum, and part of me wanted the whole world to see them.
* * *
I was awake when Bumpy came over. I was lying on my back on my bed, still wearing the pink underpants and nothing else. The cum had dried. My cock was about half hard as I relived the events of the morning. Sexually, I had fully recovered and swam in the warm glow of anticipation of all the pervy sex that he and I were going to enjoy. I heard him come in the house, and called, "I'm in here." He came into the bedroom, wearing his usual white tank and cargo shorts, pale green underwear showing above the waist. "I've brought my son to meet you. Don`t bother to dress, he`s used to guys in their undies." I jumped up, delighted that I was about to meet his sexy boy. We went out into the living room, where his son stood, dressed in a white Tee and long white nylon basketball shorts, which came down to just above his knees. I'm going to be real glad when short shorts come back into fashion. "Meet Junior. This is Tony," Bumpy said, and I shook the boy's hand firmly. His long wavy hair was pulled back into a pony tail, and with his feminine features, all he needed was bangs to make him look exactly like a girl.
"Are you my dad's new boyfriend?" he asked.
"I guess you could say that," I said.
"You're better looking than the last guy," he said.
"Don't ask," said Bumpy. They sat down on the couch as I went to the kitchen and came back with a couple of beers and a coke. "Drink up, guys."
"Are those my dad's underpants you're wearing?" asked Junior, his eyes big. I looked down at them. The cum stains were barely visible. I crossed my legs to hide my stiffening cock.
"Yeah, he gave them to me this morning," I said, with a straight face, as though guys swapped underpants on a regular basis.
"Aw, shit, Dad! You gave them away? I kinda liked those. You looked pretty good in them."
"Tony looks good in them, don't you think?"
"I guess," he said.
"Did you ever try them on, when your dad wasn't around?" I asked. Junior paused, perhaps blushing, but his skin was too dark to tell.
Bumpy laughed. "I bet you did, son. It's O.K., I don't mind. They're kinda irresistible, aren't they? You can help yourself to anything in my underwear drawer any time you like."
"They're all a bit too big."
"We could all go shopping later," I said. "We can buy you any kind of underwear you like, boxers, briefs, cotton, silk, anything."
"Panties?" asked Bumpy, grinning.
Junior's eyes went big as he looked at his dad. "You wear panties?" he asked, with amazement.
"Sure he does," I said. "So do it. All guys wear panties now and again."
Junior laughed. "You're a couple of perverts."
"Got that right," said Bumpy.
"What do young boys wear underneath, these days," I asked.
"Mostly plaid boxers," said Junior, "but they're ugly. I prefer briefs or trunks."
"I think we agree, don't we, Bumpy. I'll bet you look cute in your undies, Junior," I said. "Any of the guys at your school hit up on you, like try to grope you and stuff?"
"Sure," he said. "Doesn't bother me."
"My son knows when to say `no'. Of course, Junior, you might not wanna say `no', in which case, lie back and enjoy it. Just don't get caught." Junior gave an uneasy laugh, but said nothing. Bumpy added, "I like to be groped, don't I, Tony?"
"You like it a lot," I said, with a big grin.
"Have any of the teachers tried to hit up on you?" asked Bumpy.
Junior hesitated. "I promised never to tell anyone," he said.
"You don't have to give us any names," said his dad. "As long as you weren't offended, I don't have a problem with it. You're almost a man, now and you can make your own decisions."
"Well, there was this one guy. . ." We leaned forward, attentively. "It was after last period and he asked me to stay behind while he discussed . . .well, anyway, I was standing beside him as he sat at his desk, like this." He stood and came to stand beside where I was sitting. "He put his hand on the inside of my knee." Bumpy was grinning.
"Like this?" I asked placing my hand on the inside of his thigh.
"Yeah, and then he slid it up my leg." I looked a Bumpy who still had a smile on his face.
"Like this?" I moved my hand half way up his thigh. There was plenty of room in his baggy shorts.
"Yeah, but higher." Bumpy's grin grew bigger.
"All the way up?" I saw Bumpy nod at me, and my hand went all the way to the top of Juniors thigh. I could just feel the edge of the short leg of his trunks.
"Yeah, then he stroked my butt."
"Like this?" My hand went on to his butt cheek and caressed it. "What did you do then?"
"I just pressed my hip against his shoulder." My cock was getting stiffer as he leaned into me. "And then he groped my package." Bumpy's cargo shorts couldn't hide the erection he was sporting. I moved my hand between Junior's legs and gripped his basket. My cock was now like an iron bar. I began to fondle him, loving the smoothness of his cotton underpants, and the feel of his stiffening cock. Bumpy unzipped his shorts and put his hand inside, stroking himself. "Are you O.K. with this, son?"
Junior just grinned. "I don't mind. Tony's cool," he said.
"This is turning me on," said Bumpy.
"I think you two guys are overdressed," I said.
"I agree," said Bumpy, standing up and letting his cargo shorts fall to the floor. His big cock tented his light green boxers. "You wanna take those shorts off, son?" Without waiting for Junior to reply, I took my hand from his cotch and pulled the shorts down to his ankles, letting him step out of them, revealing a pair of blinding white cotton trunks.
I gasped. "My God, you're exquisite!" I said.
"Isn't he?" agreed Bumpy. Junior smiled, took off his Tee and stood back as we admired his slender hairless body, his lovely light brown skin glowing, his erection showing.
"He's gotta be the sexiest guy in the world, with the possible exception of you, Bumpy. I can hardly keep my hands off him."
"Do you want Tony to keep his hands off you, son?"
"You can do what you like, as long as I get to try on those underpants," he said, looking at me.
"If I take `em off, you'll see my stiff dick," I said.
"Oh, how embarrassing!" said Bumpy in mock horror.
"I've seen stiff dicks before," said Junior.
"He's seen mine, plenty of times," said Bumpy.
"You're always showing it off, Dad."
"It's a great dick, isn't it?" I said.
"Fuckin' awesome," said Junior.
"In that case . . ." Bumpy pulled his boxers down, stepped out of them, placed his hands on his hips and thrust his loins forward. "Dah-dah!" he sang. "Look at my big nigga dick." Junior laughed as I reached for his trunks and slid them down his thighs. His brown cock, about five inches with a generous foreskin, was fully erect. I couldn't wait to get it in my mouth, but I didn't want to push my luck. He reached out for me, hooked his thumbs in the waistband of my underpants and pulled them down. My cock sprang out, not as big as Bumpy's, but impressive, nevertheless. He let the underwear fall to the floor. Now we were all naked, except for Bumpy's white tank. I picked up the pink underpants, held them open for Junior to step into, them pulled them up over his hips. They were a little too baggy, but he still looked incredibly sexy.
"Wow, Son, no wonder your teachers grope you. You look beautiful."
"Are these cum stains, on the front?" he said, looking down at himself.
"Fresh today," said Bumpy. "You don't have a problem with that, do you?"
"I guess not," he said. "Yours or Tony"s"
"Tony's, courtesy of my hand. Plenty more where that came from."
"Come into my bedroom and look at yourself in the mirror," I said, taking Junior's hand. His touch sent an electric shock through me. In front of the mirror, we all gazed at Junior, and baggy though they were, the underpants made him look so innocent, but lewd and sexy all at the same time. I put my hands on his shoulders and whispered in his ear, "I could look at you all day, you little angel."
"More than that, Tony," said Bumpy. "You want to fondle him, don't you." The big smile on his face told me that Bumpy wasn't going to object to my touching his son.
"Would you mind, Bumpy?"
"It would make me cum in my pants, if I were wearing pants, just watching you two."
"How about you, Junior?" I asked. "Would you like me to stroke your cock and suck you off, and let you fuck me up the ass?" He didn't reply, just leaned back into me and closed his eyes. Staring at the image in the mirror, I put one arm round his waist and with the other, caressed his basket. The pink cotton was slightly stiff with my cum, but his dick felt marvelous, rock hard and pulsing. I slid my hand inside the underpants and began to stroke his lovely little cock. I could see Bumpy stroking his own dick, a look of ecstasy on his face. "Cum for me, sweetheart," I murmured to Junior. "Your daddy wants to watch you cum." I dropped to my knees, spun him round and pressed my mouth against his bulge. my mouth. His little body was rigid, as my hands caressed his buttocks In only a few seconds, I felt his cock pulse as he shot his load into the pink cotton, his fresh cum adding to the stains of mine.
"Fucking hell!" said Bumpy. "That was awesome. I've never seen anyone cum so fast."
"It's the underpants," I said. "They have some kind of magic quality."
I pulled them off Junior, and when he'd got his breath back I invited him to jump in the shower. Then I pulled Bumpy into my bedroom, and pulled the underpants up his legs and covered his cock and pushed him back until he fell on the bed. Sitting beside him, I put one hand down inside the pink cotton and gripped his iron hard cock. "I don't know why, but the sight of you fondling my son got me incredibly turned on. I came close to cumming hands-off again."
"Probably because you want to do it yourself," I said. "I have a feeling he would welcome it." We stayed silent for a moment and I guess Bumpy was thinking about what he would like to do to his son, because I felt his dick swell up, then pulse as he shot half a dozen big squirts of cum into the underpants. The whole front of them was now soaking wet. He lay there, gasping as I pull them down to mid thigh and sucked his dick clean and them I pulled them off him and put them on myself. I could feel the wetness against my dick and abdomen. I rubbed it with my hand, then sniffed at it, the aroma of the cum of two beautiful guys making my head spin.
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After they left, I wore the pink boxers for the rest of the day and the cum dried and stiffened. Late in the evening, I added another load of my cum to them. Before I went to sleep, I washed them out with a gentle detergent and hung them up to dry. I didn't want to tumble dry them in case the heat made them shrink. In the morning, I put them on again.
Next morning, I wanted to carry out an experiment, so I went to the municipal swimming pool and hung out in the mens' changing room. Changing cubicles lined the walls of the long narrow room, and I waited outside the door of the last one, dressed in just my pink underpants, my clothes on a hook inside the cubicle. Within twenty minutes, three guys had come up to me and asked me about my underwear. Two of them fondled me, and the other clearly wanted to. A fourth guy came in, stared at me, walked up to me, pulled me into the cubicle, groped my cock, then pulled it out of the leg and sucked me off. I came in his mouth.
"I've never done that before," he said, looking embarrassed. I'm not gay. There's something about those pink boxers. I couldn't help myself."
"I know," I said. "They're magic. They bewitched you." After he left, I got dressed in my white tank and tan shorts, making sure that a couple of inches of pink were showing at my waist, and walked home. Every guy I passed stared at me.
When I got home I found that Bumpy had emailed me the pic of us standing together in front of the mirror. I used my camera to take a dozen or more shots of myself in the fabulous underpants, some with a tank top, some topless. I posted them all on the internet, on a free picture hosting site and included my email address. By the following morning, I had received 143 emails, several of them from my own home town. I was going to be busy.
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