Date: Sun, 6 Jul 2003 19:05:45 EDT
From: TW
Subject: Daddy's White Briefs

     That's all he ever wears around the house.  Sure, he wears jeans and a
tank when he goes to work at the construction site, but as soon as he comes
home, he showers, puts on clean white briefs and a tank, and that's it.  I don't
care.
      My name's Joey, and I'd been living with my Mom since I can remember,
but last month, there was this big court thing, and I came to live with my
Dad.  I'm kinda glad, `cos Dad is a lot less strict than Mom, and there's lots
fewer rules and stuff.  He makes me do my homework, and sometimes asks me to do
chores, but I don't mind.  Other than that he doesn't ask much of me and I'
ll do anything to please him.  I love him a lot.
     I'm twelve years old.  Everyone says I look cute, and all the girls at
school try to hit up on me, but I think girls are stupid.  All my friends are
boys.  Maybe I'll like girls better when I get older, but right now, they suck!
     Lately, my voice has gone funny and there's hair growing under my arms
and round my dick.  I guess I'm entering puberty.  My dick gets stiff at any
hour of the day for no reason and sometimes it can be embarrassing.  At school, I
'm always being told to take my hand out of my pocket.  Mostly, it's there
holding down my hard-on.  About six months ago, I started jerking off.  At
first, I just had dry orgasms, but now I've started squirting semen.  It's cool.
It's a fantastic feeling when I cum, like electricity flowing up my dick,
through my balls and into my tail-bone.  Every night, before I go to sleep, I
jerk off.  The cum lands on my tummy and I just rub it in.  It dries pretty
quick.  If I jerk of during the day, when I get home from school, and at week-ends,
I stand in front of the mirror in my bedroom, in my briefs, or naked, looking
at myself.  I think I look pretty sexy.  Then the cum lands on the carpet and
I rub it in with my foot.  The carpet's starting to get a grungy spot in
front of the mirror.
     Sometimes my Dad has a hard-on too, especially in the mornings.  I'll
come into the bathroom, `cos he never locks the door, and he'll be shaving in
front of the mirror, with a big tent pole in his underpants.  He doesn't get
embarrassed when I look at him.  My eyes follow the line of the lower hem of his
briefs, how it appears from under his buttock, curves up and arches over his
hip, and disappears down towards where his dick bulges out in front.  "That's
my `morning glory'," he'll say, glancing down at it.  One time he looked at
me, with my smaller hard-on.  "You, too, huh?" and smiled.
     At times, he'll take his dick out to pee.  To me it seems huge, about
four times bigger than mine.  He slides his foreskin back to expose the head and
then tries to pee.  If he has a hard-on, it takes a while.  He pees like a
horse, there must be gallons of it. Then, when he's finished, he shakes it, then
strokes it back and forth like he's jerking off, to squeeze the last drop
out.  "I hate to get dick-drip," he says.  "No one wants yellow stains on their
underpants, hey Joey?"
     The day after I came to live with him, he took me shopping.  "Why do you
wear those ugly boxers?" he asked.
     "I dunno.  Mom always bought them.  She didn't ask me whether I liked
them or not."
     "I think you should wear briefs.  That's what grown men wear.  What do
you think?"
     "I wanna wear what you wear, Dad," I said, and he smiled.  We went to
the store, and I looked at the pictures on the packets of underpants.
     "Which kind look sexier," asked Dad.
     "Regular white briefs,"
     I was great to talk in this adult way with my Dad, and I picked out some
Hanes.  He paid for a dozen pairs.
     "I'm gonna stick to Calvin Klein," he said, "that way we'll know whose
are whose ."  I wouldn't have minded if they'd gotten mixed up in the wash
and I ended up wearing his, but his are too big for me.  The reason I know is
that sometimes when he's not home, I'll go into his underwear drawer and look
at his briefs.  I refold them carefully and put them back exactly as I found
them.  But, even better, I look in the hamper for his used underpants.  When I
find a pair, I sniff the crotch and get a nice whiff of his manly smell.  One
time I tried them on and looked in the mirror.  They looked pretty stupid,
kinda baggy, hanging off my hips, but it felt nice having my dick in the pouch
where his dick had been.
     I like to take a bath at about the time he comes home.  This way I can
watch him as he undresses and gets in the shower.  One time he came home
dressed as usual in cut-off and a white tank, with white sox and his big
construction boots.  He dropped the cut-offs and stepped out of them.  He looked kinda
goofy in his underwear with the huge lace-up boots, and he did a kind of jig,
jumping up and clicking his heels in the air.  We were laughing.  I love to see
him undress, showing off all his big muscles and his tanned body, contrasted
against the white of his underwear.  He admires himself in the mirror before he
gets in the shower. I'm usually lying in the tub, taking it all in, and he
doesn't seem to mind.
     One time, in the tub, I had been playing with my dick and it was stiff.
I decided to see how high I could pee.  I always pee in the shower or in the
tub.  My pee was like a little fountain, about a foot or so in the air.  Just
then he burst into the bathroom, catching me in the act.  I thought he'd be
angry, but he started laughing.  "So you like to pee in the bath," he said, and
laughed again.  "So do I."  He dropped his Levi cut-offs (the very short ones,
where you can see his underpants up the leg if he sits with his knees apart),
and pulled his dick out of the fly of his white briefs.  Still chuckling, he
started to pee into the tub, then slowly turned so that the pee stream was
getting nearer and nearer to my face.  I ducked underwater, but I hadn't taken a
breath, so I had to come up for air.  His pee splashed all over my face and
head.  I submerged again, but I was laughing too, and had to come up again.
Some pee splashed into my open mouth, and he abruptly stopped.
     "I'm sorry," he said.  "I didn't mean to pee into your mouth.  I hope
it doesn't taste too bad."
     "It hardly tastes at all," I said.
     "That's because I've been chugging beer all afternoon and I've diluted
it."  He took the tooth glass, emptied the toothbrushes out of it, peed about
an inch into the bottom, and raised it to his lips.  "Cheers," he said, and
took a sip.  "You're right, it tastes pretty good."  He gulped the remainder and
swallowed it, then smacked his lips.  "Pretty nice, even though I say it
myself."
     "Dad, you're weird."
     "I just wanted to make you feel better about having my pee in your
mouth."
     "It's not a problem.  It was kinda fun, in a way."
     A couple of days later, I found him sitting in the tub and pulled out my
dick.
     "Revenge time!" I said.
     "Oh, no," he cried in mock horror.  "Please don't pee on me."
     I began to pee on his chest and shoulders, thinking he would duck
underwater, but he just sat there.  He put his head back and opened his mouth, just
in time to catch the last cupful or so.  He swallowed it.  "Mmm," he said.
"Pretty good, but not as nice as my own.  Once you start drinking beer, your pee
will taste like champagne."
      Both times we'd peed, we'd treated it like a huge joke, but I still
thought it was a little kinky.  That's one of the things I love about my Dad.
You can do anything you want and he doesn't seem to mind.
     A couple of weeks ago, I found his magazine.  He was still at work and I
was hanging out in his room, just browsing around, and I saw the corner of it
sticking out from under the mattress.  I pulled it out, sat on the bed and
opened it.  It nearly blew my mind.  It was full of pictures of guys having sex
with other guys, naked or in underwear.  There were guys jerking off, guys
sucking other guys dicks, guys fucking other guys up the ass, and several really
horny stories.  As I turned the pages, my hard-on felt like it would burst.
All the guys in the pictures were stunningly good-looking, just like my Dad.
The two pictures I liked best were of two guys with their hand down the front
of each other's underpants, and one of a big dick shooting cum on a guys face.
He seemed very happy about it.  Sitting on the edge of Dad's bed, with my own
hand down the front of my briefs, I very soon came, soaking the front of
them.  I had to lick some cum off my hand.  It didn't taste bad.  I could see why
the guy in the pic looked pleased.  I put the mag. back under the mattress and
went into the kitchen and started fixing supper.
     Later that  evening, as I was watching TV, Dad came into the living
room.
     "How did you like the magazine?" he asked.
     I guess I looked kinda red-faced.  "How did you know I read it?"
     "You put it back under the mattress upside-down.  It's O.K. Joey, I don'
t mind.  Did you jerk off when you looked at it?"  I hesitatingly admitted
that I had.  "Which pics did you like best?"
     I told him which ones.  "But they were all pretty hot," I added.  "All
those guys were almost as handsome as you, Dad."
     "You can keep that mag and I'll buy another for myself.  I like the pics
where two guys suck each other off."
     "Yeah, that was good too.  They were all sexy."
     Just as I was going to bed, he handed my the magazine.  "Happy
jerk-offs, Joey."  My Dad is really great!  Now most of the pages are stuck together.
     Last Saturday, I was up and awake before he was.  I normally jerk off on
the mornings that I don't have to go to school, but I had to get up for a
pee, and I headed into the kitchen to drink some juice and I decided to make
coffee for Dad.  I took the mug into his bedroom and put it down on the bedside
table.  He was lying on his back, wearing his white briefs as usual, with the
sheet thrown aside, and his dick was rigid inside his underpants, with the tip
just showing under the waistband.  I sat down on the edge of the bed and leaned
forward for a closer look.  I could smell the faint aroma of his dick and my
own began to get stiff.  He sensed my presence and opened his eyes.
     "I brought you coffee, Dad."
     "Thanks.  Mmm, that smells good."  He took a sip, replaced the mug on
the bedside table, and lay back.  "Come and lie down, Joey, and give me a
cuddle."
I climbed on to the bed a lay beside him, snuggling up to his warm body.  H e
put his arm around me and gave me a hug.  "You've no idea how much I love
you," he said.  "You're the best thing that ever happened to me."
     "I love you too, Dad."  I sounded kinda rehearsed, but I meant it.
     "Every time I see you these days, you seem to have a hard on."
     "I can't help it."
     "I know, and I'm not blaming you.  I was the same at age twelve and I
had to jerk of two or three times a day to relieve the pressure."
     "I know what you mean."
     "Did you jerk off this morning?"
     "No, not yet."
     "You know, it's much nicer when someone else does it for you, especially
if it's someone you love.  Has anyone else ever jerked you off?"
     "No, Dad.  Sometimes a few of us get into groping each other, but it's
always treated as a joke.  Nobody wants to be labeled a faggot."
     "We really have to do something about that stiffy of yours," he said,
and with his free hand reached down and started to caress my cock through my
underpants.
     "These briefs are a bit stiff," he said.  "I thought you told me you hadn
't jerked off."
     "That's last night's cum."
     He laughed, and pulled the front of my briefs down so that my dick
popped out.  I lifted my hips and he pulled them halfway down to my knees.  Then he
took hold of my dick again and began to stroke it.  It felt absolutely
marvelous.
     "You have a lovely dick," he said.
     "It's not as nice as yours.  I wanna big one like you have."
     "Oh, you will, don't worry.  It'll grow, believe me."
     He leaned down so that his nose was just above the end of my dick, and
peeled back my foreskin.  To my horror, I could see a small trace of dick
cheese.  He sniffed at it.  "Ah, that smells like a real dick."
     "I'm gonna wash it when I get in the shower," I said.
     "A little cheese is O.K., just as long as you clean it occasionally.  It'
s just skin cells from the inside of your foreskin, mixed with smegma.  You
know what that is."
     "Yeah, we learned that in school."
     "Some people are turned off by it, but I quite like it.  It improves the
taste."
All the time he was jerking me off, getting faster and faster, just like I do
it myself.  "Cum for me, Joey, cum for me, there's a good boy."  The
knowledge that my own Dad was pumping my dick and obviously enjoying it was too much
for me and pretty soon I came, shooting cum all over my chest and stomach, and
lay back, gasping for breath.  His hand action became slower and slower as the
last few drops came out of my dick, then he started to lick the cum off my
body.  "I love the taste of cum," he murmured, and then licked the last drop of
the end of my dick.
     "Holy shit, that was fantastic.  Thanks, Dad, that was the best jerk-off
I've ever had."
     "You're welcome, Son.  I enjoyed it just as much as you did.  Any time
you need a little help, I'll be there for you, but whatever you do, don't tell
anyone about this.  They'll put me in jail and you in a foster home."
     "It's our secret, Dad.  Trust me, I've no intention of talking about
this.  It's too fucking good."  That was the first time I'd ever used the F
word in front of him, and he let it pass.
     "You're growing up, and I need to teach you about what grown up guys do
to be nice to each other.  You can learn about girls later on."
     "Girls are a pain in the ass.  I'd rather hang with the guys."
     "Me too, Joey, me too."
     The following Monday, after school, I got into the computer.  There were
no blocks on the internet and I could surf porn to my heart's content.  But
soon I had an idea and looked in the computer's temporary internet files.  It
listed all the pages that had been visited recently, and I was able to see what
my Dad had been looking at.  I selected stuff randomly and all the web sites
were about guys in their underwear, or guys peeing on each other.  He'd also
been reading erotic stories, mostly about incest, Dads and sons getting it on
together.  The underwear sites were all pretty hot, but most of them required
an adult check password, but I could take the free tours that they offered.
This stuff was a good as the magazine and there was a lot more of it.  The best
pages showed close-ups of crotches with big stiff dicks inside white briefs,
or poking out of the leg.  There were some nice cum-shots, too, and guys in wet
briefs with their hard dicks clearly visible.  I jerked off twice in one hour
before I logged off.  My Dad seemed to like exactly what I liked.
     Tuesday evening, I was sitting on the edge of the tub, dressed as usual
in my white briefs, when Dad came home.  I could hear as he dropped his boots
in the living room, then came into the bathroom.  "Hi, Joey, busy day?"
     "The usual," I said.  "I was just gonna take a shower."
     "Let's take one together," he said, and unzipped his cut-offs.  I was
staring at him as he let them slide down his hips, revealing his white Calvin
Klein briefs.  He knew I was looking at him.  He let the shorts fall to the
floor and stepped out of them.  "Stand up, Joey, come and stand beside me.  Look
in the mirror.  Did you ever see such a sexy sight?  Two good-looking dudes
side by side in their underpants."  I could see his dick was getting stiff, just
as mine was.  "This is what I think about when I'm jerking off.  You and me in
white briefs, with big boners."  He reached down and stroked the front of my
briefs, feeling my rock hard cock.  I felt so turned on that I couldn't help
myself from reaching out and touching his bulge.  "Oh, Joey, I've gotta jerk
off right now or I'll fucking burst."
     He pulled his dick out of the leg of his underpants and peeled back his
foreskin.  The aroma of dick was overpowering.  "I jerked off at lunch time,"
He said.  "That's my cum you can smell.  I found a secluded place behind the
foreman's trailer and shot my load.  I was thinking of you, son."
     "Dad, can I ask you for a favor?"
     "Sure, anything."
     "Please. . ." I hesitated, ". . .will you let me jerk you off.  I've
wanted to do it ever since I came to live with you.  Can I, please?"
     A big smile broke out on his face.  "There's nothing I'd like more,
Joey, go ahead, my dick is all yours and you can do anything you like."
     I reached out and took hold of it.  The feeling was incredible, having
this huge rock hard dick in my hand, so firm yet so silky smooth.  I slid his
skin back and forth, noting the drop of precum that appeared at his pee-slit.
I scooped it on to my finger and licked it.
     "That's my boy.  I like the taste, too."  He placed hands on his hips
and threw his head back.  "Stroke my cock, son, stroke it, yes, just like that.
My God, that feels fantastic, just like I imagined it would be."
     "I love your dick, Dad.  I wanna jerk you off every time you need it," I
said.
     "It's a deal.  This is ten times better than when I do it myself."  He
started to breath heavily and his hips pushed back and forth countering the
slow strokes of my hand.  More and more precum came out of the end of his dick,
covering the head.  Some of it got on to my hand and I licked it off.
     "You taste sexy, Dad."
     "Jesus, I'm gonna cum," he gasped.
     "Come for me, Dad, shoot your load."  I sped up my hand action, just
like I do when I'm jerking myself off.  Faster and faster I went as he began
groaning and gasping for air.  Then I could feel the head of his dick swell up and
the first blob of cum shot out and hit me right in the face.  The second
landed on my chest and the following three or four soaked the front of my
underpants.
     "Jesus fuck, that was the best," he said.  "Christ, I'm all wiped out.
Don't stop just yet."  I slowed right down and began a squeezing action to
extract the last few drops.  "Yeah," he said, "just like that.  Oh, that's so
fucking good!"
     I stopped stroking and looked at the big drop of cum hanging off the end
of his dick.  I couldn't resist it.  I bend down and licked it off.  "Mmm," I
said.  "You taste great, Dad."  Then I rubbed in the cum that has landed on
my underpants.
     "You're a good boy, Joey.  You know how to make your Dad feel good.  You
wanna jerk yourself off now?"
     "No, I'm gonna save it for later.  Can I ask you for another favor?"
     "Anything you want, sure."
     "Next time, can I suck you off?"
     "I can't think of anything I'd like better, except perhaps me sucking
you off.  We can do it to each other.  Undress me and we'll jump in the
shower."
     Undressing him was one of my jerk-off fantasies and my dick remained
rock hard as I pulled his tank off over his head, then popped his softening dick
back inside his briefs and slid them down his legs.  As a knelt down to take
his sox off, his big swinging dick hit me in the face, and I gave it a quick
kiss.  "I'm in love with your dick, Dad," I said.
     "So I see."  He pulled my briefs down and tossed them into the hamper.
We stepped into the shower and he turned the water on and adjusted the
temperature.  I began to soap him all over, his chest, arms, back and butt, and then
I started on his cock and balls.  He leaned back against the shower wall and
closed his eyes.  "Wash it thoroughly, son, and don't forget my ass.  Get your
finger nice an soapy and push it up there.  That's the best defense against
skid-marks."  I did as he suggested, and thought I detected a slight rise in the
angle of his dick.  Then I soaped his legs and feet, and stood up.
     "My turn," he said, taking the soap.  He lathered me much as I had done
him and when he reached my cock, he gave it a quick wash, then dropped the
soap and fell to his knees, taking my stif cock in his mouth.
     The feeling was indescribable.  As his tongue probed inside my foreskin,
it was as though I was getting an electric shock.  The feeling ran down my
dick, back to my ass and up my spine.  I was standing rigid, my hands on his
head, my breath coming in pants, my knees trembling.  Then he began to move his
head back and forth, jerking me off with his lips, and I couldn't hold it any
longer.  I felt a wave of cum travel up my dick and as the head swelled and
throbbed, I shots my load straight into his mouth.  He continued to milk me with
his lips, grunting with pleasure, while his hands stroked my butt.  Finally,
he came up for air.
     "Mmm, you've no idea how delicious your cum tastes," he said. "Next time
you can do me."
     After an evening of television, Dad said, "Let's go to bed."  I had been
waiting impatiently all evening for this moment and I jumped to my feet.  In
the bathroom, we both stood in front of the big mirror, brushing our teeth.
Our clean white briefs didn't conceal the big erections we both sported.
     "Can I sleep with you in your bed tonight, please, Dad?"
     "Sure, every night, if you like."
     We climbed into his big bed and I placed one of the pillows by his feet.
 Dad laughed.  "I see you wanna do a 69," he said.  "Where did you learn
about that?"
     "I saw some pics in that mag of guys sucking each other off.  It looked
so sexy that I came right on the page."  I lay down beside him with my head at
his feet.  "Don't put the light out, I wanna see what I'm doing.  I love
looking at you in your briefs real close up."
     "Me, too.  It's a pity we can't video tape this.  Maybe tomorrow, we'll
go out and by a camcorder and make our own personal porno movies."
     "Yeah, right on.  I'm gonna be a movie star!"
     There was Dad's cock, just and inch or so in front of my eyes, thrusting
upwards inside his underpants, waiting for me to suck it off.  I pull down
his waistband at the front and it sprang up, already wet at the tip.  As he
lifted his hips I pulled the underpants down to just below his balls.  This was
the moment, the most exciting moment of my life so far.  I gazed adoringly at
his steel-like member, as it moved slightly in time with his pulse.  I took it
in one hand and began to fondle his huge balls with the other.  "I wanna suck
it so bad, Dad,"
     "Take your time, son.  I know I'm gonna love this.  Do you mind if I cum
in your mouth?"
     "That's just what I've been longing for, for days now."  With that I
lowered my head towards his cock and inhaled the sexy aroma of his dick.  Then I
gently kissed the tip.  "I love you, Mr. Dick.  I'm gonna suck you and I want
you to shoot your biggest load ever right into my mouth.  Then I'm gonna
swallow it."
     "Jesus, Joey, I'm gonna cum just from listening to you.  Go ahead, suck
me off, please!"
     I took it in my mouth and thrust my tongue under his foreskin, fondling
his balls all the time.  I could feel him trembling as I began to move my lips
up and down the shaft, careful to keep my teeth from touching him.  I could
only get about one quarter of its length into my mouth before its tip hit the
back of my throat.  I suppressed the urge to gag and backed off a little.  I
was learning as I went.
     "I would suck you off too, Joey, but the instant I put your lovely cock
in my mouth, I'll be so turned on that I'll cum.  I wanna make this last."
     I took my time, applying a little suction, now and then, sometimes just
licking the head or the shaft.  Then I went down and started licking his
balls, taking them into my mouth one at a time as my hand continued to stroke his
dick.  Some instinct urged me to go lower, between his legs, and I licked the
area behind his balls, immersed in the exciting smell of his crotch.  There was
his hole, right in front of my nose, begging to be entered, and I licked
around it with my tongue.
     "Oh, yes!" he almost shouted.  "Tongue my ass.  Oh, I love that!  Stick
your tongue right in as far as it will go."  I was happy to do as he said.
"Shove it in, Joey, and one day soon you'll be shoving your dick in there.  I
wanna be fucked by my own son.  Fuck, this is awesome."
     His words excited me more than I can say.  The thought of me fucking my
Dad, and perhaps even the possibility that one day he might fuck me, caused me
to shove my own crotch into his face and he grasped my dick through the
cotton of my underpants.
     I came up for air and went back to sucking his dick.  It was soaked with
precum, tasty and aromatic, and I was loving every minute of it.  Now he was
thrusting his hips and his dick was going all the way to my throat.  I didn't
care, I wanted him to fuck my face, to shoot his wad into me, to taste that
same seed that made me.
     His body began to shudder as he let out little whimpers and cries.  I
could feel the head of his dick swelling as he began to call out.  "Joey, my
lovely little slut, I'm cumming, I'm cumming now!"
     Then came the familiar strong pulses of his dick and I drew back until
just my lips enclosed the head of his dick.  My hand started to milk him just
as the first shot of cum hit my tonsils.  My whole mouth filled with cum, there
must had been almost half a cup-full, some of it leaking down my chin.  I
refrained from swallowing, and kept my mouth in place until he had stopped
cumming.  I milked the last drops, and kept stroking until he said, "O.K., Joey, I'm
empty."
     I reversed my body so that I was now lying beside him, head to head.  I
opened my smiling mouth to show him it was still full of cum.  "Can I kiss
you?" he asked?
     "Mmmm," I said, nodding, and he pressed his open mouth to mine, his
tongue probing, tasting what had just come out of his cock.  Then we both
swallowed.  His hand went down the front of my underpants, grasped my dick, and with a
few swift strokes, brought me to a climax.  I squirted my cum into my briefs
and on to his hand, which I brought to his mouth and licked some of it off.
Offering his hand to me, he let me clean the last drop of my own cum off it.
Then I reached down and pulled his briefs up over his dick.
     I lay back, utterly satisfied and more happy than I'd ever been before.
My Dad loved me just as much as I loved him, and we were able to show our
love to each other.  "You called my your `lovely little slut'"
     "I'm sorry, Joey, I didn't mean to insult you."
     "No, no, Dad, I love being your slut.  I wanna be your sex slave and do
anything you want me to.  Call me a slut anytime you like, I love it."
     "O.K.," he said,  "Let's go to sleep."
     "Can we do it again in the morning?" I asked.
     "Yes, tomorrow, and every morning and every night."
     I took one last look at him in his white Calvin Klein briefs, a sexier
sight I couldn't imagine.  Then I turned out the light.