Date: Wed, 28 Jan 2004 23:46:40 GMT
From: TW
Subject: White Brief Strip Tease

     The first time I ever saw Davie, my jaw dropped.  He was a real
head-turner.  Achingly beautiful, tall, slender, longish wavy hair falling
over his ears, huge dark eyes and a kissable mouth, to me he looked
breathtaking.  He had that perfect complexion that is often seen on
pubescent girls, utterly flawless and perfectly smooth, any woman would
kill for skin like that.  And best of all, he was just fourteen years old.
     I'm not a pedophile, though I can understand how men can be sexually
attracted to children.  At fourteen, Davie was a young man, sexually
mature, but yet still with traces of the innocence and vulnerability of
childhood in his appearance and mannerisms.
     I'd been looking for a place to live, and as the rents in San Diego
are outrageous, an apartment was out of the question, so I'd answered an
ad. for a room.  The lady of the house, a thirty-something lawyer with a
house in Hillcrest, the gay area of the city, showed me into an upstairs
room of her modest house.  As I looked around, she prattled on about local
amenities, bus routes, etc., and then she looked over my shoulder and said,
"Davie, come in here."  Turning to me she said, "I'd like you to meet my
son."
    It was like being hit by a bolt of lightning.  As Davie stepped into
the room I fell instantly and hopelessly in love.  He was gorgeous.  He was
beyond attractive.  He was the loveliest thing my eyes had ever seen.  My
pulse raced as I looked at him, in his white T-shirt and jeans.  I wanted
to wrap my arms around him and kiss his rosebud mouth.  My sexual
orientation needle, which swings between girls and guys, slammed over hard
against the stop on the gay side.  The women in my life were going to have
to wait for a while.
     "Delighted to meet you," I croaked hoarsely, my throat thick with
emotion.  "I'm Tony."
     He gripped my outstretched hand, pushing my pulse rate up further.
"Davie," he said, simply and smiled.  It was like the sun coming up.
"Gotta run, catch you later."  He turned and left the room.
     I was hardly listening as his mother told me how much the rent would
be.
     "I'll take it," I said hurriedly.  "Can I move in right away?"
     "Of course.  I'll give you a key.  You can use the kitchen.  I'll
clear a shelf in the fridge for your stuff.  The washer and dryer are in
the garage.  Oh, I hope you don't mind, but you'll have to share the guest
bathroom with Davie.  I have my own en-suite bathroom."
     Did I mind?  Was she crazy?  No, I didn't mind.  Of course I didn't
mind sharing a bathroom with the sexiest person on the fucking planet.  I
was positively ecstatic.  Maybe I'd get to see him in the shower, totally
naked.  I was beginning to tremble with anticipation.
     I concluded my business with Davie's Mom, and went to get my stuff.

                                           * * *

     I'm a writer, making a thin living from articles on a variety of
subjects, so my first task was to organize a phone line for my computer.
Then I hauled my stuff, mostly books, some electronics, a few clothes and a
big bag of white underwear, over from my old place.  By evening I was all
moved in, cozy as a bed-bug, and I stepped out of my room, and turned left.
At the end of the landing was the bathroom and behind me, at the other end,
an open door.  I walked to it and peeped in.  There was Davy, absorbed in
his computer.
     "Hi," I said.  "Just looking around.  I guess this is your room."  Not
the smartest opening line, but I was somewhat distracted by a powerful
surge of lust.
     "Yeah," he said.  "Come in.  Excuse the mess."
     "What mess?" I asked, diplomatically.  "Looks fine to me.  Homework?"
     "Yeah.  I hate math."
     "Not my subject either.  But if you need any help with English or
History, just ask.  I'd be happy to help."
     "Thanks," he said.  "I will."
     Not being able to think of an excuse to stay, I said, "Goodnight," and
stepped out and thus ended our first conversation.
     Not very exciting, you may think, but over the next few days things
began to change.
     I monitored his Mom's movements and learned that she worked six days a
week, seldom coming home before seven or eight in the evening.  Sundays she
spent all day with Davie, which I didn't begrudge her, after all, he still
needed some parenting.
     I decided to make it a policy to never close the door to my room
unless I was actually sleeping, and as is my habit, I hung out all day in
my underwear, white briefs and a white tank.  I planned to keep an ear open
for Davie and try to be coming in or out of the bathroom just as he came up
the stairs.  I wanted to get him used to seeing me partially undressed.
Each morning, he was up and off to school before I woke up, but each
afternoon, he'd come home and take a shower.  He never locked the bathroom
door.  On the first day, he came out dressed in just a towel, walked past
the open door of my room, looked in and said "Hi," and then went into his
own room.
     I was breathless.  The towel, looking as though it might fall at any
minute covered his hips and thighs, but the rest of his body was
magnificent.  Not a hair in sight, except for small tufts under his arms,
lightly tanned, beaded with moisture from the shower, he nearly knocked me
out.  I immediately shut my door and jerked off, coming in about half a
minute.  Thus relieved, I was able to get back to work.
     The next day, I planned it a little better.  When I heard him come in
the front door, I slipped into the bathroom, leaving the door open.  I
stood in front of the mirror, shaving with my electric razor as he came in.
     "Hi, Tony," he said.
     "You caught me in my undies," I said, grinning at him.
     "Hey, no sweat," he said.  "Undies are cool."
     Actually, undies are HOT, but I didn't correct him.
     "If you need to use the bathroom, I'll be through in a minute," I
said.
     "No problem, there's room for two.  I gotta pee."
     He stepped up to the toilet bowl, unzipped his pants and pulled his
dick out.  I tried to glance, surreptitiously at it, as I didn't want to
get caught cock-watching.  It was, of course, smaller than mine, though not
by much, hard to judge it's length in its soft condition.  He glanced at me
and I looked away, trying to see him in the mirror, but the angle was
wrong.  I finished shaving, blew the hairs out of my razor and put it on
the shelf.  I tried desperately to think of an excuse to stay, but failed.
It would have been embarrassing to have just stood there, so I left.
     A minute later I was back.
     "I left my watch on the sink," I said.  Davie was standing there,
having undressed in the interim, naked, for all to see.  Actually just for
me to see, but I wasn't complaining.  His clothes and underwear were
scattered around him on the floor.  With delight, I saw that his underpants
were white briefs, just like mine, but smaller.  He didn't appear at all
shy, not turning away or trying to hide his genitals.  He just stood there
as I fumbled with my watch strap, taking a long as I could, actually
dropping the watch at one point, anything to delay my departure.  The
fumbling was not all an act, my hands were shaking as my heart rate peaked.
I was able to take a longer look at his dick, its long foreskin completely
covering the head, and his little tuft of dark pubic hair at its base.  His
hairless balls hung low in the warmth of the room.  When I couldn't fake it
any longer, I left.
     The next afternoon, when he came home, I was already in the shower.
I'd watched for him as he came down the street and timed it so that when he
came into the bathroom, I was all lathered up.
     "Hi, Tony," he said, as he stood at the toilet.  He unzipped his pants
and let them fall.
     "Hi, I'll be out in a minute, then it's all yours," I said.
     "No rush, take your time," he replied, stepping out of his pants and
pulling his cock out of the fly of his white briefs.  Through the
condensation on the glass walls and door of the shower I could see him
clearly, his stream of piss splashing into the bowl.  I tried to see what
brand of underpants he was wearing but his shirt covered the waistband of
his briefs.  I was getting excited and my dick was responding accordingly,
raising itself to half-mast.  There was no way to hide it.  As I started to
soap it, Davie stuffed his dick back into his underpants and turned to look
at me.  There I was, washing my dick with a masturbatory motion, as it grew
stiffer.  He smiled and turned to the mirror, looking closely at himself,
searching for non-existent zits.  I took the opportunity to rinse off and
step out of the shower.  Just before I could cover myself with a towel, he
turned and caught me completely exposed, with a full hard on.
     "Wow, that's some dick," he said, grinning.
     "I think it must be the hot water," I said.
     "I think you washed it too fast and too long," he replied.
     I could only laugh.  Once again, the only appropriate thing to do was
to leave.  I didn't want to push things too fast with this boy.  If I came
on too strong and frightened him off, he might start telling tales, and I
could end up in jail.

                                        * * *

     Things went on like this for a week or so, and our "accidental"
encounters became longer and more frequent.  He would sometimes stop by my
room to ask what I was writing about, and glance, with what I hoped was an
appreciative look, at me in my underwear.  I would cross my legs, to hide
my erection.  A couple of times I helped him with his homework.  I began to
catch the occasional glimpse of him coming and going in his briefs, Calvin
Kleins, one of my favorite brands.  It was extremely frustrating to see him
like this and not be able to hold him in my arms, tell him how much I love
him, and suck his dick.  I was jerking off several times each day, just to
stay sane.
     Then, one Saturday morning, he came into my room.  He was fully
dressed in shirt and pants, but no shoes.  White socks covered his feet.  I
was sitting on my bed, jotting down some notes for an article.
     "I'm having a problem logging on to AOL," he said.  "I don't know
whether it's my computer or the ISP."
     "Mine seems to be O.K.  Take a look."  The instant the words left my
mouth, I realized that I was logged on to a porn site.  I'd been reviewing
some of my favorite white brief pics on a site called "Underwear4men", and
the last pic. was a close up of a guy in briefs with a nice big uncut dick
poking out of the fly.  Oh, shit!  Now he was going to see it.  I held my
breath.  He gazed at the screen as a few seconds ticked by.
     "Wow, that's hot!" he said.
     I heaved a sigh of relief.  "Glad you like it."
     "Any more like this?"
     "Just click the back button for the thumbnails, and take your pick, if
you'll pardon the pun."
     I sat there as he clicked away.  He was riveted to the screen.  I
didn't want to look over his shoulder and distract him in any way.  For
several minutes he cruised the site until he finally sat back, looked at me
with a grin and said, "Now we know what turns you on." I had the decency to
blush.  "I didn't know you were gay."  Then he added, hurriedly, "Like,
that's not a problem.  I'm O.K. about gays."
      "Yeah, I gotta confess, I'm an underpants freak.  I love to see guys
in their briefs, but I like girls too.  I`m bisexual, I like a bit of
everything."
     "I never realized they had stuff like this on the net."
     "Don't you surf for porn?"
     "Nah.  My Mom has this parental control thing on my computer."
     "Well, anytime you want to, just come in here and surf whatever you
like.  We don`t have to tell your Mom."
     "I think I kinda like underwear too."
     "Then click on my `favorites' and you'll see a whole list of sites
devoted to underwear.  You can even go into chat-rooms that specialize in
undies, and talk to guys like me."
     "It would be a lot easier just to talk to you," he said, looking right
at me.
     I had reached a breakthrough.  By looking at porn on my computer, he
had committed an illicit act, and we were now co-conspirators.  I knew he
wouldn't be able to talk to anyone about us without confessing to his
"crime".

                                            * * *

     Over the next few days, he spent many hours in my room, looking at
porn on my computer.  I found out that, like me, he loved pics of guys in
their underpants, and also guys sucking off other guys.  He'd also
discovered sites devoted to uncut dicks, spending hours staring at
close-ups of foreskins.  We still had our encounters in the bathroom, and I
took the opportunity to show myself off partially or completely naked as
often as I could.  The fact that I had a hard-on most of the time didn't
bother him at all.  Sometimes, in my room, he'd be in his underwear, and I
could see his erection in his briefs as he surfed the net, but at other
times he'd be fully dressed, to my disappointment.  I searched my mind for
a way to come on to him, so that I could fondle and suck that perfect cock,
but my courage failed me.
     Then one afternoon, as I was sitting on my bed, researching for an
article, he came into my room.
     "Tony," he said.  "I'm feeling horny."  Big surprise, he was a
teenager, wasn't he?  He continued, "Sit there, don't move, I wanna do
something for you."
     He started to hum and sway his hips, then he unfastened the top of his
pants and slowly pulled the zipper down.  Then he pivoted, showing me his
butt as his pants began to drop, revealing his shirt-tail, and just below
it, the edge of his white briefs.  When his pants reached the floor, he
bent down to pick them up, revealing even more of his underpants.  Then he
turned to face me again, threw the pants aside and began to unbutton his
shirt from the bottom up.  Slowly, one button at a time, the front of his
shirt parted, revealing his Calvins, fitting snugly with the bulge of a
full erection in the front.  His humming changed to a "Dah-dah" melody and
I recognized the tune.  It was "The Stripper."
     By this time, I too, was fully erect, stroking my hard cock through my
briefs.  A wet spot of precum appeared.  Davie finished unbuttoning his
shirt and slid it down off his shoulders until it was hanging from his
elbows.  He did a little dance, thrusting his hips out lasciviously,
grinning all the time.  Finally, he threw the shirt aside, sat in a chair
and pulled his socks off, one at a time.  With his legs apart and one knee
up in the air, I could see the stretch of white cotton covering his anal
orifice.  I longed to put my tongue in there.  Then he stood up, and
swaying once more, pulled his white tank out of his briefs, slowly exposing
his midriff, then his chest with its exciting nipples, and then pulled it
over his head and threw it on the chair.  Now, in just his briefs, with one
hand down the front playing with his cock and the other tweaking a nipple,
he said, "You like this, don't you, Tony?"
      "Jesus," I croaked, "I think I'm gonna cum!"  I now had my hand down
the front of my own underpants, pumping my dick furiously.
     Davie turned away and slid the waistband of his briefs down under his
buttocks.  Then, swinging his hips from side to side, he gradually lowered
the underpants down his thighs, past his knees and let them drop to he
floor.  Bending over, he parted his cheeks, giving me a perfect view of his
rosebud hole.  Then he straightened up, pivoted around to face me, and
stood there, legs apart, hand laced behind his neck, hips thrust forward,
with his rock hard dick in full view pointing right at me.  Smaller than
mine by about an inch, it was perfectly proportioned, the head still
covered by his ample foreskin, his hairless balls below.
     "Dah-dah!" he ended the song, a big grin on his face.
     I was about to lunge forward and grab his exquisite cock, but my
orgasm exploded, shooting a huge load of cum into my underpants, all over
my fist and my stomach.
     "Fuck!" I said, falling back on to the bed.  "I just came!"
     "That's what I wanted," he said, gathered up his clothes and left the
room.

                                               * * *

     I lay there, trying to recover my breath.  I was astonished and
delighted.  Davie had come on to me!  The sight of him stripping and
deliberately exposing himself to me was going to be my favorite
masturbatory fantasy of all time.  He'd obviously enjoyed showing himself
off, as evidenced by his hard-on.  The front of my underpants was
completely soaked with my precum and cum.  My fist, still clutching my
cock, was dripping with cum.  For about ten minutes, I lay there,
congratulating myself on my good fortune and imagining how further episodes
might unfold.  I felt my dick begin to stir, so I got up, put a T shirt
over my tank, pulled a pair of nylon jogging shorts over my wet briefs,
donned some white socks and headed for Davie's room.
     His door was open so I looked in.  He was lying on his bed, eyes
closed, hand down the front of his briefs, slowly stroking himself.  He
opened his eyes, saw me and smiled.  "Come on in," he said.
     "Did you jerk off?" I asked.
     "No, I wanted to save it for later."
     "So you're still horny? Excellent, `cos I wanna do something for you."
     "Let me guess.  You're gonna strip for me."
     "Would you like that?"
     "Oh, you bet!"
     I pulled up a chair and sat down to pull off my socks.  This gave him
a nice view up the legs of my skimpy shorts of my white briefs.  I took my
time and his gaze was riveted on my crotch the whole while.  Then I stood
up and looked down at my shorts.  Some of the cum had soaked through,
creating a dark wet patch on the front.  I pulled out the front of the
waistband of my shorts and a waft of warm air rose from the heat of my
body, smelling of dick and fresh cum.  I inhaled it appreciatively, then I
lazily took off my T-shirt and dropped it on the floor.  Hooking my thumbs
into the waistband of my shorts, I slowly slid them down over my hips and
thighs, until they fell of their own accord to the floor.  I straightened
up, put my hands on my hips and thrust my lower body forward.
     "See how wet my underpants are?" I said.  "That's all your fault.  You
made me cum the biggest load of my life."
     "Any time," he said, staring at my tented briefs.  "I see you like to
show off too."
     "Sure," I said.  "I love being looked at while I'm undressing."
     Then I turned away from him and pulled the back of my briefs down
under my buttocks.  Bending forward, I licked my middle finger and pushed
it into my ass, working it back and forth till it went all the way in.
"Oh, that feels good," I said.  "I just wish it were a dick."
     "You like it up the ass?" he asked.
     "Only if it's a nice small dick.  Big ones hurt too much."
     "You ever fucked a guy?"
     "Sure, but don't worry, I'm not gonna fuck you just yet.  You have to
be ready for it."  I turned to face him again, my briefs stretched across
the front of my hips, barely covering my rigid cock, which was lying
horizontally to one side.  I gripped it through the cotton and gave it a
couple of strokes.  "You wanna see my cock, Davie?"
     "Oh, yes, please.  Show it to me."
     I pumped it some more, teasing him, delaying the moment.  Then I
slowly pulled my underpants down, bending my cock downwards with them,
revealing first the base, then the shaft, until it finally sprang free,
popping up and hitting my belly.  I took hold of it, thrust my hips
forwards and pulled my foreskin all the way back.
     "It's all yours, kid," I said.  I let my wet underpants fall to the
floor, flicked them up with my toe and caught them, then I tossed them to
Davie who grabbed them in mid-air, bringing them to his face and sniffing
deeply.
     "You smell good," he said, staring at me as I masturbated in front of
him, then he leaned back on the pillows, lifted his hips, pulled his own
briefs down to mid-thigh, and started stroking his exquisite dick.
     I just couldn't resist it.  I jumped forward, dropped to my knees
beside the bed, pushed his hand away from his dick and took it in my own.
Slowly, I lowered my head until my lips engulfed the head of his cock.
     At last, I was in heaven.

                                 The End

Here is a list and where to find them:
"White Briefs" series;  Gay male, encounters, Oct 14
"My Teenage Angel";   Gay male, adult/youth, Sept 6
"Old Enough to Drink?"  Gay male, adult/youth, Oct 31
"My Wife and the Neighbor"; Bisexual, encounters, Oct 25
"Three Way Piss Party"; Bisexual, urination, Sept 1
"Yellow Hanky"; Gay male, urination, Sept 2
"Hard on the Wind"; Gay male, adult/youth, Dec 8

Tony.