Date: Thu, 3 Jul 2003 14:47:17 EDT
From: TW
Subject: White Briefs after the Fire" Part 2

     I was busy cooking lunch when Hank's nephew Timmy arrived.  Being
unaware of the fire, he knocked on Hank's door and luckily we heard him.  Hank stuck
his head out of my front door and invited him in.
     "Paul, I want you to meet my nephew Timmy," he said.  "Timmy, this is my
neighbor Paul."  He went on to explain about the fire and that for the time
being he was staying with me.
     "Cool," said Timmy.
     I was stunned.  Hank had indicated that Timmy was a good looking kid,
but the sight of him took my breath away.  At fourteen, he was halfway between
man and boy, with blond hair cut in a kind of pageboy style, blue eyes, skin
that any girl would kill for and a cute kissable rosebud mouth.  Just looking at
him was enough to make any guy cream in his pants.  He was utterly delicious,
achingly beautiful, desirable in every way, except for his clothes.  Like
many of today's teenagers, his dress sense was atrocious.  He was wearing a size
XL T shirt on a size S body, and a pair of those long, baggy nylon shorts that
come down below the knee.  They looked stupid and really ugly.  On his feet
were a pair of chunky sneakers that probably cost more than a small car, their
laces untied.
     Having greeted him, I asked him if he would be so kind as to remove his
footwear, as it was a rule of the house.  He took them off and placed them by
the door, and we all sat down to eat.  Hank was wearing my briefs and nothing
else, and I was in the same pair of his boxer briefs and an apron.  We sat on
the living-room side of the breakfast bar and I passed round the burgers I'd
cooked and some napkins and we all tucked into the grub.  "Anyone for a beer?"
I asked.
      Hank nodded and Timmy said, hesitatingly, "Sure."  Hank gave me another
nod and I opened three cans and passed them around.
     "Don't tell your Mom," said Hank.
     "God, she'd freak out," said Timmy.  "I see you still like to hang out
in your undies."
     "It's the only sensible outfit on days as warm as this," he answered.
"Right, Paul?"
     "Absolutely, Hank," I replied.
     "Uncle Hank is always in his underwear, whenever I come over.  Makes me
wonder if he has any real clothes."
     I said, "Hank, you look better in your briefs than Timmy does in those
ridiculous so-called shorts.  Forgive me, Timmy, but I can't imagine why anyone
would wear those."
     "I quite agree," said Hank.  "You have such nice legs, why not let the
world see them?"
     "If I wore short shorts, I would be a laughing stock.  My buddies wouldn'
t give me the time of day."
     "But they look so ugly, flapping about like that," I said.
     "Not to mention hideous," said Hank.
     "All right, all right," said Timmy, "I'll take the fucking things off."
He stood up and dropped the offending garment to the floor and stepped out of
it.  "Happy now?"
     Happier than he knew.  Underneath, he had on a pair of white briefs.
     "Might as well lose that tent of a T shirt, too," said Hank.  Timmy
pulled it off and dropped it on the floor."
     "Now you're in the correct uniform of the day," I said with a smile.
"Isn't that much cooler?"
     "You guys are just underwear freaks," said Timmy, finishing off his
burger and draining his beer.
      Got that right, I thought, collecting the dishes and empty beer cans,
taking them into the kitchen.  I took off my apron and rejoined the guys in the
living room.
     "What's the plan for the afternoon?" asked Timmy.  It seemed there wasn'
t one.
     Hank hastily improvised.  "How about Sea World or the Zoo."  San Diego's
zoo is world famous.
     "Naah," said Timmy, "Been there, done that."
     "Well that's it, then," said Hank.  "It only leaves one possible thing
for us to do."
     "What's that?" I asked.
     "We'll just have to spend the afternoon surfing the net for porn," he
said.
     Timmy's face lit up.  "Cool," he said.
     "Do you watch porn at  home?" asked Hank.
     "My Mom has blocks on most of it, but I can get around them sometimes,"
he said with a sheepish grin.
     I collected a couple of chairs from the bedrooms and set them beside my
office chair at the computer station in my living room.  If we sat close
together, we could all see the monitor clearly.  I sat at one end, Hank in the
middle and Timmy on the other end.  Booting up the PC, I logged on and clicked on
my favorites, selection the Manpics directory.  A few more clicks and I was in
the underwear section, which has literally hundred of web pages devoted to
gay guys in their undies.  They all showed guys in different stages of undress,
often with nice big hard-ons, or with dicks poking out of the fly or the leg.
Some had guys sucking off other guys in and out of their underpants, all of
it delicious fodder for masturbation fantasies.
     "Cool," said Timmy, displaying his extensive vocabulary.
     As we clicked from page to page, I felt Hank's hand stroke my cock
through my underpants.  I was, of course, rock hard.  I glanced down and saw his
erection tenting his briefs, and beyond him, there was a small bulge in Timmy's
briefs.  I reached out and started to caress Hank's bulge.  Timmy looked
across and focused on all the action.
     "I always guessed you were into guys, Uncle Hank.  Don`t worry, I won`t
tell Mom."
     "Don't tell me you've never had a guy feel your dick," said Hank.
     "Well. . ." Timmy looked a little red faced.
     "Nothing wrong with a quick feel," I interjected.
     "At your age, I was jerking off some of my buddies on a regular basis,"
said Hank.
     "I was jerking off all my buddies," I added.  Timmy laughed.
     "You're a couple of pervs," He said.
     "We're a couple of sluts," said Hank.
     "Nothing nicer than having a hand on your dick," I said.
     "Unless it's a dick in your hand," said Hank.
     "Would you let a guy fuck you up the ass?" asked Timmy, looking across
at me.
     "Actually, a couple of times I've invited it, but on both occasions they
couldn't get it in.  My ass is way too tight.  I had to finish them off with
a blow job."
     "You give blow jobs?" asked Timmy, his eyes wide.
     "Any chance I get."
     "Cool," he said, but whether that indicated approval or not, wasn't
clear.
     We looked at some more pics, until they all started to blur together in
my mind, when I logged off.  "We can check some more porn later," I said.
     "What now?" asked Timmy.
     "I'm going to shave my balls," said Hank.  "Paul, do you have an
electric razor?"
     "Yes, and it has a trimmer as well."
     "Perfect."
     "Do you want any help?" I asked.
     "Certainly, especially with the hairs around my ass."
     Timmy looked at us as though we were crazy.  "You guys are really
weird."
     I went into the bathroom, picked up my razor and returned to the living
room.  Hank had moved to the couch and had removed his underpants, revealing
his big stiff dick.  Timmy looked awestruck.  "Wow, that's enormous!"
     "Yours'll be this big in a year or two," said Hank.
     "I wish.  My dick is really small."  At this I pricked my ears up.
     "How small.  Do we get to see it?" I asked.
     "No way.  Compared with you guys, mine is embarrassing."
     I took the razor, and following Hank's instructions I knelt down between
his legs and shaved his balls and upper thighs, then he lifted his legs up
and apart, with his elbows under his knees, offering his ass to me.  I carefully
shaved off what little hair there was.  Hank ran his hand over the area.
"Feels nice and smooth," he said.
     "The only way to properly check for smoothness is like this," I said,
beginning to lick him with my tongue, pushing it into his hole.
     "Ugh, gross!" said Timmy.
     "On the contrary," I said, coming up for air.  "Only this morning I
watched as Hank put a soapy finger up there and he's as clean as a whistle."
     "Jesus, that feels so good," said Hank.  "I think I'm gonna jerk off."
     "No way," I said.  "I absolutely forbid it.  In this house there's an
unbreakable rule.  No one ever jerks himself off.  He has to have someone else
do it for him."
     Timmy laughed.  "Even me?"
     "Especially you," said Hank.  "How many times a day do you pull your
pud, three, four?"
     "Not that many."
     "So you do jerk off.  I'm glad to hear it.  But more is better."
     "Everyone jerks off," I said.  "I jerked off last night, then Hank made
me cum again this morning.  That's twice, and I'm about ready for a third."
     Hank lowered his legs and pulled his briefs up, then worked his dick out
of the fly.  Still kneeling between his legs, I took hold of his dick and
stroked it slowly.  Timmy's gaze was locked on to the scene.
     "Isn't that a nice dick, Timmy," I said.  "So big and stiff."
     "I guess it's pretty.. ."  He groped for a word.
     "Pretty?"
     "Handsome, I guess," he said.  "You've got a drop of love juice on the
end, Uncle Hank."
     "I can take care of that," I said, and licked if off with my tongue.
"Mmm, tastes nice."  I half expected Timmy to say "Gross" but he kept silent.  I
continued to move my hand up and down the shaft of Hank's dick as he sat
sprawled on the couch, his legs apart, his head thrown back.
     Time for a change of pace.  I leaned forward and took the end of his
dick in my mouth.  With my lips and tongue, I played with his foreskin and glans,
letting Timmy see that a blow job was more than just sucking.  From time to
time, I would run my tongue up and down the shaft, then take him in my mouth
again and masturbate him with my lips.  I manipulated his balls out of his
underpants and licked them.  Timmy seemed fascinated.
     "What does it taste like?" he asked.
     "The best," I said.  "Here, would you like a taste?"
     "No way," he said.  "I don't suck dick.. ."
     ". . .Yet," said Hank.  "Better stop, Paul, or I'll cum right down your
throat."
     "Which would make me very happy," I said.
     "It's time we shaved your balls," said Hank to me.
     "They're pretty hairy," I said, standing up and lowering my boxer briefs
and stepping out of them.
     "Swap places," said Hank, then with the razor began to shave my pubic
area, leaving a small tuft of hair just above my dick.  He was very careful,
making sure not to knick me with the razor.  He did my upper thighs then told me
to lift my legs up.  As I had done he shaved round my ass hole, then, licking
his middle finger, pushed it inside.  It went in with difficulty.
     "Wow, you're really tight," he said.
     "That's what I've been saying.  I've always wanted to be fucked, but I
can't find a guy with a small enough dick to get it in."  Hank looked across
at Timmy.
     "No way," he said.  I lowered my legs and sat upright.
     "Lets not run before we know how to walk," said Hank.  "Have you ever
had a guy jerk you off?"
     "Well, there's John. . ."
     "Don't tell me any names, let's keep this anonymous."
     "One of my buddies, he likes to ask me to join him for a smoke in the
school bathroom, and in the stall, he gives me a hand job."
     "Lucky you.  I bet he's cute."
     "And one time he pulled his dick out so I took hold of it."
     "And that didn't feel bad,  did it?"
     "I only gave it a couple of strokes and he came all over my pants."
     "That's `cos your such a sexy guy," I said.  "If you touched my dick, I'
d probably do the same."
     "Timmy," said Hank, "Believe me, there's nothing wrong with two guys
giving each other a hand job.  Young lads do it all the time, and it's perfectly
normal.  The trick is not to get caught.  And those guys who ridicule it, and
use words like "faggot" are probably into it themselves.  I do it and Paul
does it and we're not ashamed of it."
     "Some of the guys laugh at my dick, in the shower after P.E."
     "It's the quality, not the size, that counts," I said.  "I, for one,
love small dicks.  Though I must confess, Hank has a beauty.  Your friend John
obviously likes your dick.  Would you do me a favor, Timmy, and show me.  I
would really like to see it.  Please?"
     He stood up, reached in the fly of his briefs and pulled it out.  He was
right, it wasn't very big, slender and only about four inches, still hard,
with a long foreskin which completely covered the head.  A few blond hair
escaped from the briefs.
     "Oh, Timmy," I said, "That is so beautiful!  That's one of the nicest
dicks I've ever seen."
     "I agree," said Hank.  "You've nothing to be ashamed of there.  My dick
was about that big at your age, but it grew later on.  They say that being
sucked off helps it grow."
     "Really?" said Timmy.
     "That's why they're always advertising those penis enlargement
devices," I said,  "All they do is apply negative pressure to your dick.  A blow job
does the same thing only if feels a lot nicer."
     "Do they work, those devices?" asked Timmy.
     "They wouldn't keep advertising them if they didn't," said Hank, not
entirely truthfully.  "Why don't you let Paul give your dick a suck and see how
it feels?"
     Timmy plonked himself down beside me, his still stiff dick still poking
out of the fly of his white underpants, and looked at me.  I was melting.  He
looked so adorable, suckable, and fuckable sitting there, innocent and
vulnerable.  My heart was racing and my palms were damp.  "Don't be afraid," I said,
"It doesn't hurt."  I lowered my head to his midriff and, taking his dick
gently between forefinger and thumb, kissed the folds of his foreskin, then pushed
my tongue inside so that its tip touched the end of Timmy's dick. Then, with
my lips firmly  clamped around it, I began to bob my head up and down, letting
his foreskin move up and down with the motion.  I removed my forefinger and
thumb and began to caress his smooth balls.  He leaned back and his breath
began to quicken.
     "Doesn't that feel nice?" said Hank.
     Timmy just groaned and I gave a grunt of agreement.  I was in heaven.
Never in my life had I had any kind of sex with a boy as beautiful as Timmy.
The last time I sucked off a 14 year-old, I was 14 myself, and the guy was
nothing like Timmy.  He was lifting his narrow hips to meet my downward head
movements and starting to let out little gasps of pleasure.  My head was swimming
with lust.  I wanted to spend the rest of my life with Timmy's dick in my
mouth, having my face fucked by an angel in white briefs.
     Hank dropped to his knees in front of me, picked up my boxer briefs from
where I had dropped them and pulled them up on me to mid-thigh.  I lifted my
hips and he pulled them all the way up over my dick, snapping the elastic
round my waist.  Then the reached in the fly and pulled out my dick.
     "Let's make Paul look nice and sexy, and feel nice, as well."  He took
my dick in his mouth and began to give it the same kind of treatment that I had
given his, kissing and licking the head, making love to it, sucking and
nibbling at it.  "That's what friends do for each other," he said, between sucks.
     What could be better?  A beautiful small dick, for which I had plans, in
my mouth, and my handsome friend's mouth round my dick.  With my free hand, I
reached out and by stretching,  just managed to reach Hank's cock, standing
out free from the white briefs still round his thighs. The combination of a
dick in my mouth and one in my hand was enough to send me over the top, and I let
out a groan as my cum traveled the length of my dick and spurted into Hank's
mouth.  Hank sucked furiously and milked me with his hand, making appreciative
humming noises as his mouth filled.  I kept my mouth on Timmy's dick until my
orgasm had completely subsided.  I felt that I could go on sucking his dick
even though I had just cum, but I knew that Hank would want to take over.
     I pulled my dick from Hank's mouth as he looked up at Timmy and parted
his lips, revealing a mouth full of white cream.  Rather than be grossed out,
Timmy just whispered a breathless, "Cool!"  Then Hank closed his mouth and made
a very visible swallowing motion, then smacked his lips.  I released Timmy's
dick and  lay back on the couch, trying to get my breath, as Hank fell to his
knees between Timmy's legs to continue where I had left off.  Being just as
much a skilled and devoted cocksucker as I was, he soon brought Timmy to a
climax, earning his second mouthful of cum in just a few minutes.  Timmy was
audibly gasping as he came, muttering, "Fuck, fuck, fuck." Then Hank stood and
leaned over me, pressing his lips to mine, then opening his mouth to let me taste
the sweet juice of his nephew.  Timmy's cum was pure ambrosia, thrilling me
even though I had just cum.
     "How was it?" I asked Timmy.
     "Fuckin' cool," he said, with enthusiasm.  His vocabulary was expanding.
     "Do you want me to take care of you?" I asked Hank.
     "No, I want to save it.  I want to stay horny so I can suck you both off
again as soon as you recover."
     "Let's shower, Timmy," I said, and led him into the bathroom, where I
knelt down and slowly pulled his underpants down.  Even when soft, his dick was
still exquisitely beautiful, a tiny finger sized organ, waiting to be
stimulated.  A small patch of blond fuzz surrounded the base, but otherwise he was
hairless.  I dropped my own boxer briefs and stepped out of them.  I squeezed a
final drop of cum from my dick and licked it off my finger.  Timmy looked on,
with a smile.  In the shower, I soaped him all over, washing his soft dick, but
without retracting his foreskin.  I wanted his dick to taste like a dick
should when I sucked him off later, as I was surely going to do.  Even though I
was not sexually aroused, and wouldn't be for some minutes, it was still a
gratifying experience to be able to caress his whole body with my soapy hands.
"Please soap my back," I asked, and he willingly complied, lathering not only my
back, but my arms and chest, then my butt and legs and finally, my cock and
balls.  I could feel the stirring of my sexual desire beginning again, and as he
ran his soapy hands over my balls, I looked  down and saw his dick beginning
to rise.
     Bingo, I thought.  He's mine!
     We stepped out of the shower, toweled off and re-joined Hank in the
living room, carrying our underwear with us.  Hank had pulled his underpants up
over his dick, but was still sporting a huge erection.  The sight of him in my
white briefs, still with cum stains on the front, was enough to start my dick
to swell in my boxer briefs.
     "You two guys recovered yet?" he asked.
     Naked, our cocks at half mast, no answer was necessary.
     Hank  took Timmy's briefs from him and held them up to his nose, giving
them an appreciative sniff.  "Mmm," he said.  "Nice!"  He passed them to me
and I likewise sampled their aroma.  It put the final touches to my erection.
     "Hank," I said, "I don't wish to seem selfish, but I really need to get
fucked."  Timmy turned and looked at me.  I added,  "I need a dick up my ass,
so bad."
     "I'd be delighted to fuck you, Paul, but you know my dick is far too big
to fit."
     "I know," I said.  "Timmy, you're gonna have to help me out here."
     "What do I have to do?"
     "Just lie on your back on the couch and we'll take care of everything,"
I said.
     "Cool," he said, and lay down.  I nipped into my bedroom and came back
with a tube of lube, handing it to Hank, who squeezed some on to his hand and
started to coat Timmy's dick with it.  In a few seconds, Timmy was as hard as a
rock, four inches of rigid tool, ready for anything.  He was smiling at me in
an inviting way.
     "Lube my ass," I said to Hank, who inserted a lube coated finger up me.
     "Here we go, Timmy," I said, straddling him.  "Just relax and let me do
the work."
     I lowered myself until the tip of his dick was pushing firmly against my
hole.  It felt so exciting, knowing I was about to be fucked for the first
time in my life by a gorgeous teenage boy, virgin fucking virgin.  Taking a deep
breath, I let my weight fall on to his dick and felt it slip in.  I expected
it to hurt, but his dick was so slender that it just felt perfectly good,
filling me nicely, stretching me just a little, filling me without any discomfort.
 I clamped my ass and rose an inch or so, then relaxed and sank back down
again.  I did this four or five times until his dick was fully inserted and I was
sitting on his pubic bone.  "Fuck me, Timmy," I said hoarsely, "Fuck me, fuck
me hard!"  He started to buck his hips up and down, so I kept my body still
and let him do the fucking.  His face was screwed up with lust and passion.
"Your dick feels so good inside me," I said.  "I love being fucked by you."
      Without being prompted, Timmy took hold of my dick, grasping it firmly
and stroking it up and down.  Never in my life had I been so turn on, being
fucked and masturbated by a young god of incomparable sexiness.
     Hank put one of his knees up on the couch above Timmy's head, keeping
his other foot on the floor.  With his dick still poking out of his fly, he
brought it in close proximity to Timmy's face.  I half expected him to flinch, or
turn away, but he looked at Hank's cock hungrily.  Hank slowly lowered himself
so that his dick came closer and closer to Timmy's mouth, then Timmy leaned
up to take it in his mouth.  Hank threw his head back and let out a deep sigh.
"Jesus, Timmy, that feels so good," he said, as Timmy began to suck on it.
"This is what men do, pleasing each other.  You're really growing up, Timmy."
     The sight of Timmy sucking off his uncle, coupled with the thrill of his
dick up my ass and the ministrations of his hand still slowly stroking my
dick, was too much for me, and I shot a surprisingly big load of cum, the first
jet hitting his face and the remainder landing on his chest and stomach.  I
guess the sight of my cum splattering on Timmy sent Hank over the top, because he
shouted, "Shit! I`m gonna cum."  At the same time, I felt Timmy's dick begin
to pulse as he shot his load into my willing ass.  Timmy took his hand off my
dick and grasped Hank's and began milking it.  He was taking Hank's cum in
his mouth and loving every drop.
     "Don't swallow, Timmy," I called.  "I wanna taste his cum."  As Hank
pulled his dick from Timmy's mouth, I fell forward, lying on top of Timmy, and
pressed my lips to his.  With his tongue, he pushed a glob of cum into my mouth,
a tasty creamy delight.  Then I rolled of Timmy and fell sideways on to the
floor, lying on my back, gasping for air.
     "Cool," said Timmy. "Can we do this again later?"
     "Can you handle three times a day?" asked Hank.
     "No problem," said Timmy.
     But could Hank and I?