Date: Sun, 29 Jun 2003 23:14:29 EDT
From: TW
Subject: White briefs afterWhite Briefs after the Fire: Part 1

     It was the sirens that woke me.  The deafening noise and the strobe of
red and blue lights told me that something was wrong.  I jumped out of bed and
looked through the curtains, but I couldn't see anything.  I went out into the
living room and opened the front door of the apartment.  There was a group of
firemen outside the door of the next unit, and nearby was my neighbor Hank,
standing alone in just his white briefs, looking scared.  I ducked back inside,
grabbed a towel from the bathroom, put it round my waist to cover my own
briefs, and stepped outside.
     "Jesus, what happened?" I asked.
     "The fucking kitchen's on fire," said Hank.
     "Are your O.K?"
     "Yeah, just a bit freaked out."  He looked it.  He was sweating in the
cool night and his hair was all over the place.  "I'd put the coffee maker on a
timer before I went to bed.  I think it was faulty.  The smoke alarm woke me.
 The whole place was full of smoke and I could see a glow from the kitchen.
I didn't bother to try to put it out, just grabbed my cell phone, ran out and
called 911."
     At that moment, a fireman came out of Hank's apartment.
     "All clear here, it's out," he called to his colleagues.  "Belay those
hoses, we'll be out of here shortly."
     Later, after they'd left, we surveyed the damage.  Some of the upper
kitchen cabinets were charred, the counter-top ruined and the translucent
dropped-ceiling panels had melted.  But the worst thing was that the whole interior
had a film of black soot over it.  That, and the smell.
    "I'll have to find a motel," said Hank.
    "Forget that.  I have a spare bedroom and you can stay with me until this
is fit for habitation again.  It may take a few days, this being a holiday
weekend.  Just leave this to the management, they`ll have professionals clean it
all up."  He gave me a grateful look.
     "Sorry to put you out."
     I wasn't too upset.  Yes, my sleep had been interrupted, but it had
given me the opportunity to see Hank dressed only in his white Calvin Klein boxer
briefs, and even though they had black smudges on them, he still looked pretty
tasty to me.  I'd been eying him for a couple of months now, having caught
glimpses of him in his undies through his living room window, but this was my
first unobstructed view.  He was sexier than he knew.
     I could see he was trembling slightly.  "What you need right now is a
large Scotch," I said, taking him by the arm and leading him into my apartment.
I sat him down on a stool at the breakfast bar and poured him a generous
drink, and a slightly smaller one for myself.  I sat down on the stool next to
him, sipping my drink, with my legs apart, allowing him a view of my white briefs
up my towel, if he chose to look.
     He chose.
     He took a couple of pulls at his drink.  "I feel better now.  Shit, I
was scared there for a while.  I thought the whole fucking place was gonna go
up."
     "You should take a shower and get a good night's sleep.  And we need to
soak your underpants so they don't stain permanently."
     He looked down at his boxer briefs.  "I'd better go next door and get
some stuff to wear."
     "Leave it until the morning.  I can lend you a pair of mine, if you're
O.K. about wearing another guy's undies.  What's your waist size?  I think you'
re a 32, like me."
     "Yeah," he said, "32 and thanks, I don't mind at all."
     I went into my bedroom, dropped the towel from round my waist, took a
pair of clean Calvin Klein briefs from my dresser drawer, and came back into the
kitchen.  "Put these on after your shower," I said.  "The bathroom's through
here."  I followed him into the bathroom, keeping the conversation going, so
as to justify my being in there.  He stepped out of his boxer briefs and looked
at himself in the mirror.
     "I'm a mess," he said, surveying himself.  I joined him in his appraisal
of his slender body, with its hairless chest and well proportioned limbs.  To
my delight, he had a gorgeous dick, bigger than mine, with a nice long
foreskin which reached well beyond the cock-head.  It swung gently as he moved.
After a few seconds he slid the shower curtain aside, stepped in, turned on the
water and began to soap himself down.  When I'd moved in to this apartment I'd
wisely bought a transparent curtain in the faint hope that one day I would be
looking at another guy through it, and here he was, my fantasy coming true.
I kept up the conversation, talking about trivia, just to give me a reason to
stay there watching him.  It didn't seem to perturb him as he soaped his body,
carefully washing the crack of his ass, lathering his balls and dick, washing
the latter with a masturbatory motion.  Was it my imagination, or was he
taking a little longer than necessary with his dick?  Eventually, he rinsed off
and stepped out, his dick just a hair bigger than before he showered.  I handed
him a clean towel, which he used to dry his hair, enveloping his whole head in
it, so I was able to look at his dick without his being aware of my gaze.
When he lowered towel, he could see that I was staring at him, making no attempt
to disguise my interest, and apparently it didn't bother him.  He picked up
the briefs I had given him and stepped into them, pulling them up to the top of
his thighs, so that his dick hung out over the top of the waistband.  "I
think these will fit," he said, looking at himself in the mirror.  He pulled them
all the way on, tucking his dick inside.  "Yes," he said. "Just as I like `em,
not too tight."
     At this point, I was desperately trying to control my own erection,
which was causing my own briefs to bulge in an obvious way.  Although he could
clearly see this in the mirror, he didn't comment.  I picked up his boxer briefs
and we went back into the kitchen, where I ran a bowl of water and dropped
them in with some laundry detergent.  I'd hoped to be able to sniff them, but he
didn't give me a chance.  We finished our drinks.  "Bed time," I said.
     "I really appreciate this.  I'd have been miserable in a motel."
     "No problem, my pleasure.  Yours is the room on the right, "  I watched
his firm butt as he walked into his room.  I washed out his briefs, rinsed
them and hung them over the shower-curtain rail.  There was something sexy,
intimate about washing another guy's underwear.  Then I went into my own room, got
into bed, put my hand down the front of my briefs, and jerked off, thinking
about Hank in his boxer briefs, cumming almost immediately, soaking the front of
my underpants.  I licked my hand clean, then put my head under the sheet and
inhaled deeply.  I love the smell of fresh cum, even after I've just shot my
load.  I was soon fast asleep.
     I awoke, with my usual hard on, my "Morning Glory" I call it, to the
sound of the toilet being flushed and then the shower running.  I jumped out of
bed, eager to get another sight of his exquisite body.  He'd left the bathroom
door open, another indication that he wasn't overly concerned with privacy.
"I hope you don't mind," I said.  "I gotta pee."
     "By my guest."  As I stood there, my dick sticking out of the fly of my
briefs, trying to pee through my erection, I could see him looking at it.  He
had taken off my briefs and left them on the vanity top.  When he turned away
momentarily, I picked them up and gave them a quick sniff.  They had that
clean laundry smell, with a faint aroma of something that might have been his cum.
 I thought I detected a slight stiffness in the cotton, though it was
difficult to tell.  I dropped them back on to the vanity.  Although my underpants
were stiff with last night's cum, the stain was not easy to see on the white
cotton, but if he were able to detect it, so much the better.  I turned my body
slightly to give him an unobstructed view.  I hoped he would get the hint.  Just
like the night before, he soaped his dick thoroughly and when he washed the
crack of his ass, he was clearly inserting a finger up his hole.  I finally
managed to pee, though my dick stayed perfectly stiff.  When I'd finished, it
tucked it, with difficulty, back into my underpants.  He stepped out of the
shower and pulled my briefs back on.  He looked at my bulge without comment.
     "How do you like your eggs?" I said.  "I'm gonna cook breakfast.  I like
to eat first, then crap, then shower.  That's the best way to avoid skid
marks."
     He laughed.  "Good thinking," he said, "but I've crapped already."
     A few minutes later, we were seated at the breakfast bar, eating bacon
and eggs and drinking coffee, sneaking glances at each other.  By now my
morning glory had subsided to manageable proportions.
     "In weather like this," I said.  "I always hang out in just my undies.
The only time I put clothes on is when I go out.  Speaking of which, I plan to
jog for a couple of miles.  Wanna join me?"
     "Sure, just gimme a minute.  I gotta go next door and get some clothes."
     He opened the apartment door, peered out, and seeing that the coast was
clear, stepped out, still clad only in my briefs.  Obviously he didn't mind
being seen in just underwear.  In three minutes he was back, dressed just the
same, with a black garbage bag full of stuff.  I followed him into his bedroom.
"The dresser's empty," I said.  "Put your stuff in the drawers."
     As he put his stuff away, I noted that his underpants were all white
boxer briefs.  "When boxer briefs first came out," I said, "I didn't really like
them.  I thought they were ugly.  But they're beginning to grow on me now, as
long as the legs are not too long.  I'll have to run down to Walmart and buy a
few pairs, and see how they look on me."
     "Why bother?  You can have some of these, if you don't mind used undies.
 I have plenty of them."
     "If you can wear mine, then I can wear yours," I said.
     "Why don't we swap say, three pairs.  I need some regular briefs to wear
under my jogging shorts."  From the bag, he produced a pair of red nylon
running shorts and pulled them on.  "I'll change back into boxer briefs after we'
ve run."  Then he put on white socks and sneakers.  I went into my own room
and got dressed for running, leaving my cum-stained briefs on.
     An hour later, we were back, hot, sweaty and breathless.  "First things
first," I said, heading for the fridge.  I took out a couple of cold beers.
"Not too early for you?"
     "Not at all.  It's Saturday, and after last night`s drama, I feel like
getting buzzed."  We sat at the breakfast bar in our nylon shorts and white
cotton tank tops.  His legs were apart and I could see the edge of his briefs,
and about an inch of exposed waistband with the Calvin Klein name running round
it.  It was a most erotic sight, in a way better than if he had been wearing
no shorts at all.  I opened my own legs, hoping his view was as exciting as
mine.  I lifted one leg and placed my foot on the upper rung of the stool.  That
should give him a nice expanse of white cotton to see, I thought.  He was
gazing unashamedly at my crotch, and I at his.  I knew that sooner or later, we
would get into it, touching and fondling each other, perhaps even more, but I
wanted to postpone the moment, playing this pretend game, while at the same
time being blatantly and sluttishly exhibitionistic.  We downed a couple of beers
each and then I opened a two more.
     "Time for a shower," I said, standing up and dropping my blue shorts to
the floor.  I stepped out of them, and did a pirouette, dressed in sneakers,
white socks and sweaty cum-stained underwear.
     "Cute," he said.
     He lifted up his sneaker to unlace it, giving me a superb view of his
white bulge up the leg of his red shorts, then did the same with the other
sneaker, giving me a slightly different view.  Then he stood up and let his shorts
fall to the floor.  I went ahead of him into the bathroom, took off my
sneakers and socks and stepped into the shower.  "I need a pee," I announced, and
with my fingers interlaced behind my neck and my hips thrust forward, I let it
go, my hot piss soaking the front of my Calvins and running down my legs.
     "You're obviously into watersports," he said.  "I guess you wanna be
hosed down."
     "I thought you'd never ask."
     Taking off his socks, he stepped into the shower, took his half-hard
dick out of his fly and let his pee shoot in a high arc, soaking my tank, and
adding to the wetness of my briefs.  I turned around and let him hose my back,
then I bent down invitingly.  He stepped up close and put the head of his dick
up the crack of my ass, his pee still flowing.  The feel of hot piss on my ass
was electrifying.  I turned around to face him, my dick rock hard, clearly
visible through the wet cotton.  He was staring at it, clearly aroused.  "Fuck,"
he said, "You look hot!  Keep drinking that beer and when you're full, you can
hose me down."
     "Not as hot as you.  I've been looking at you ever since I saw you
outside last night in your boxer briefs," I said.  "That's why my dick`s so
stiff."
     "I noticed you were looking.  It was turning me on."
     "Especially at your dick.  It's beautiful."  I dropped to my knees and
pulled his briefs down to his ankles.  He stepped out of them and pulled his
tank over his head.  I turned the water on, and let him take my underwear off.
We still had not touched each other's dicks, clearly reveling in the
postponement of the pleasure we knew we were going to enjoy.  We stood face to face,
the tips of our rigid dicks brushing against each other.  I reached for the
soap, and began to lather his chest, his arms, his back, butt, legs, everything
except his private parts.  I poured some shampoo on to my hand and shampooed his
hair, as he took the soap and began to soap me all over, avoiding, as I had,
my erogenous zones, and finished by shampooing my hair.
     The moment could not be put off any longer.  I took the soap and worked
up a good lather in my hands.  Standing beside his left hip, I soaped his ass
with my right hand, inserting the middle finger as far as it would go.  With
my left hand, I first soaped his balls, then, the moment I'd been waiting for.
      I took hold of his dick.  The thrill of actually touching it made my
knees weak.  I washed it carefully, peeling back his foreskin and soaping it all
over.  I took my time, enjoying his hardness, its length and thickness.  This
was a dick which was way too big to fit up my tight ass.  A finger is about
as much as I can take.
     "I have a confession to make," I said.  "Last night, after we went to
bed, I was thinking about you, about how you looked in your underpants standing
out there for all to see, and I jerked off.  It was one of the best wanks I've
ever had and I shot a big load into my briefs."  I kissed him gently on the
neck.
     "I thought so.  I could see the stain while you were taking a piss
earlier."  He brushed his lips with mine, tantalizingly.  After a few seconds, he
pulled away from me.
     "I don't wanna cum yet," he said.  "My turn now."  Taking the soap, he
dropped to his knees, reached between my legs and began to soap my asshole.
He, too, pushed his finger in.  It was a tight fit.  With his other hand he
washed my balls, then started to stroke my dick from the base out to the end, one
way only, keeping my foreskin forward over the head of my dick.  It was like
being half jerked off.
     "Are you gonna wash under my foreskin?" I asked.
     "Not yet.  I'm gonna rinse you off and clean under your foreskin with my
tongue."
     "You delicious fucking pervert," I said, with a grin.
     "Turn the water off," he said.  As soon as all the soap had rinsed of
both of us, I reached for the tap and closed it and as the water stopped
flowing, he rolled back my foreskin, holding my dick right underneath his nose.  He
inhaled deeply and sighed.  "Mmm, I love the smell of old cum underneath a
foreskin.  It's that special dick aroma, nothing quite like it in the world.  It
turns me on."  Then he took the end of my dick in his mouth, and, as promised,
cleaned it thoroughly.  I was right on the edge myself, my legs shaking with
excitement, my heart pounding in my chest.  Hank clearly sensed what was
happening and took his lips off my dick.
     "Wanna cum?" he asked.
     "Hell, no.  I haven't sucked you yet, and furthermore, I haven't tried
on your underpants.  I've been waiting since last night to do that.  Let's
dry off and go and have some underwear fun."
     "You're my kinda guy," he said.  "It's great that we both feel the same
way about underwear.  I've been obsessed ever since I was a boy."
     In his bedroom, he opened the underwear drawer and took out a pair of
his boxer briefs.  He dropped to his knees and held them for me to step into.
Then he very slowly pulled them up my legs, to just below my balls.
     "Goodbye, dick," he said, giving it a kiss.  He pulled the underpants up
over my steel hard dick and gave the waistband a snap.  "Don't you like the
sound of underwear elastic snapping?" he said.  "It's the sexiest sound there
is."  I'd never thought about it, but he was right.  He stood up and stepped
back.  "Fuck me, but you're gorgeous."  I turned to the full length mirror
behind the door.  He was right, I had to admit, I did look pretty hot, my erection
pushing out the front of the white cotton in a lewd looking way.  I turned
sideways, admiring myself.
     "I could jerk myself off just looking in the mirror," I said.
     "I frequently do," he laughed.
     "Don't go away."  I went into my own room and got a pair of my briefs
for him.  Returning, I knelt down and invited him to step into them, pulling
them up to mid thigh.  I leaned back and gazed at him.  "Now there's a sight that'
s hard to beat," I said.  "Underpants at half mast and a beautiful big stiff
dick, just inches from my lips!"  Leaning forward, I engulfed his dick in my
mouth, taking it in as far as I could, right back into my throat.  With one
hand I fondled his balls while the other hand stroked the base of his shaft.  His
dick was long enough to accommodate my hand and the full depth of my mouth.
Pulling back a little, I did some creative stimulation with my tongue, sliding
it under his foreskin and around the head.  I could feel him shuddering with
pleasure.  He groaned.
     "I'm gonna cum," he whispered.
     "Not yet," I said.  I stood up, pulling the briefs up over his dick,
then thrusting my hand down inside the waistband, grasping his member.  "Cum in
my briefs," I said, "and I wanna cum in yours."  He pushed his hand down inside
the boxer briefs and gripped me firmly, and we began jerking each other off.
With his head thrown back, he was groaning, his hips jerking, clearly on the
edge.  I was staring at the front of his briefs, waiting for them to get wet.
Then I felt the head of his dick swell up, and as it began to throb and the
first shot of cum soaked the cotton, I felt my own orgasm begin.  I had timed it
perfectly.  With small cries of ecstasy, we both emptied our loads into our
underpants.  We continued to milk each other's dicks until we were entirely
spent, then looked at each other and grinned.
     "You've just made one of my dreams come true," he said.  "I've always
wanted to cum in another guy's underpants.  I'm gonna keep this pair unwashed
for a while."  The front of his briefs was soaking wet, as were mine.
     "I'm gonna keep these boxer briefs on and keep cumming into them until
they stand up on their own," I replied.
     "Normally, I shower after I cum, but not today.  I like the smell too
much."  He was right about that, the room was filled with the odor of fresh cum.
 We licked our hands clean of each others cum.  "Mmm, tasty," he said.
     We retuned to the kitchen and finished the two opened beers.
     "Let's get our bladders full, for some pee-play later."
     I opened two more.
     "Oops,"  said Hank, I'd forgotten, my nephew's coming over to see me
this afternoon."
     "Well, he's welcome to hang out here, if he doesn't mind two guys
oggling each other in their underwear."
     "Oh, he won't mind that.  He sees me in my underpants all the time.  He'
s pretty cute."
     "How old is he?"
     "Fourteen.  You should see him in his undies.  It'll blow your mind."
     "Don't tell me you and he . . .?"
     "I wish," he said.  "If I thought I could get away with it, I'd suck his
dick until it came off its hinge.  How do you feel about young guys?"
     "Given a chance, I'd suck off every schoolboy in the county."
     He laughed.  "Gotta be careful, though.  We don't wanna end up in jail."

To be continued.