Date: Mon, 26 May 2003 20:31:53 EDT
From: TW
Subject: White Briefs in the Snow: Part one.

     My flight from El Paso to Santa Fe had been cancelled.  It seemed that
the whole of western half of the USA was being covered in snow, and very few
flights were leaving the airport.  I decided that, rather than stay overnight, I'
d catch a Greyhound bus which would get me to Santa Fe around midnight.
     It was a close thing.  I was the last passenger to board, in fact I'd
had to run to catch the bus and the only seat available was right at the back.
I sat down next to a guy about my own age, but didn't take much notice of him.
 The bus pulled out of the bus-station and was soon on I-10, heading west
through the falling snow, and by the time we'd reached Las Cruces, and forked on
to I-25, heading north, I was asleep.
     I awoke about two hours later and looked out of the window.  I could see
nothing but white, with occasional brief glare of the headlights of cars
coming the other way.  We seemed to be traveling very slowly, about 30 m.p.h.  I
turned to the guy next to me.
     "Where are we?"
     "We should have reached Socorro by now, but the snow has slowed us down.
 I guess they haven't had time to get the ploughs out yet."  He had a
pleasant voice and quite an attractive face, with a few strands of blond hair falling
down over his forehead.  I couldn't see much more of him, because like me, he
was wearing a bulky parka.
     The bus was going slower and slower, and after about 30 minutes, we
pulled into the Greyhound stop in Socorro.  It was just an office in a side street
of the small city, with no facilities, no toilet, no restaurant, nothing.
The driver got on the P.A.
     "Passengers for Albuquerque and beyond, please sit tight.  I'm going to
find out whether we'll be proceeding."
     He returned to the bus a couple of minutes later and announced, "The
interstate is about to be shut down, so we're stuck here for the night.  This bus
will take you to a motel, where you'll be accommodated at our expense.
Hopefully, they'll have the freeway open by tomorrow."
     Five minutes later, we pulled into the forecourt of a motel, where all
the passengers disembarked and formed a line at the check-in counter.  I was a
pretty long line, trailing out into the forecourt, and I and my companion were
at the end of it. It took us about twenty minutes to reach the counter, by
which time we were freezing.
     "Only one room available," said the clerk.  I'm afraid you guys'll have
to share."
     "Fine by me," said my fellow traveler.
     "No problem," I said, and we signed in.
     "No. 215, out of the door, turn left and keep going."
     A minute later we and our bags were in the room.  The first thing I did
was to turn the heat up as high as it would go, which produced a good flow of
surprisingly hot air.  We placed our suitcases on the stands at the end of
each bed and took off our parkas.  We introduced ourselves.
     "I'm Tony," I said, holding out my hand.
     "Brett," he said, giving my hand a firm grip.  Now that I could see him
clearly, unencumbered by bulky clothes, I realized that he was quite an
attractive man.  This night could hold possibilities and I began to cheer up.  I
pulled of my sweater and slipped out of my shoes.  This left me in a pair of tan
slacks and a white shirt.  Brett gave me an appraising look, a flicker of
interest showing in his eyes.  My "gaydar" alarm started pinging, and I returned
his look as he shrugged of his jacket and kicked his own shoes off.
     "I'm still chilled," he said, "even thought that heater is doing a great
job."
     "Me too, I said.  "I'm gonna take a hot shower,. Quickest way to warm
up."
     "Great idea, then let's go out and get something to eat.  I'm
starving!"
     I unfastened the top of my pants and slowly pulled my zipper down,
watching for his reaction.  I opened the flaps of the pants, revealing an expanse
of white cotton, the front of my Hanes briefs.  He didn't take his eyes off me.
 I let the pants fall and stepped out of them.  Taking my time, I unbuttoned
my white shirt, from the bottom up, and let it fall open, to show my white
tank underneath.  Then I sat on my bed and slowly pulled my socks off.  He didn't
move, didn't say anything, just watched me with focused attention.  I love
being watched as I undress, and I was beginning to get a slight hard on.  I didn'
t care, there was no reason to hide it.  If my new friend didn't like it he
could always look away.  I flopped back to lie flat on the bed, with my legs
hanging over the edge, my shirt wide open, a nice vulnerable and inviting
position.
     "Fuck," I said, "I'm glad to get out of those clothes."
     Seeming to take my hint, he unzipped his pants, revealing the top of his
white underpants, with the name "Calvin Klein" running around the waistband.
     "Ah, Calvins," I said, "The `Rolls-Royce` of underwear!"
     "And they cost about as much, too," he grinned, letting his pants fall
to his ankles, then swiftly pulled his T-shirt over his head.  Holy shit, I
thought, this guy is fucking gorgeous.  If nothing else happens tonight, at least
I'll have a good wank over this vision of loveliness.  His body was nearly
hairless, not overly muscular, but slender and clearly fit.  He tossed the
T-shirt aside and sat down on his bed to pull his socks off.  Then he look up at me
again.  My turn to make a move.
     I stood up.  Now, my hips were directly in front of his face, about two
feet away, perfectly positioned.  I hooked my thumbs into my waistband and,
without hurrying, pulled them down to mid-thigh.  My half-hard cock, welcoming
the freedom, pulsed gently in time with my heartbeat, which was beginning to
speed up.  Leaving my briefs at half-mast, I faked a sneeze, then, seeming to
forget about the briefs, I lifted my tank up over my face.  Faking another
sneeze, I allowed him a  few seconds to inspect me with my face covered, so that he
could stare all he liked.  I could, in fact, see him perfectly clearly
through the thin white cotton and he was gazing at my cock with obvious yearning.
Not wanting to overplay my hand, I pulled my tank off and dropped it on the
bed.  Then I sat down, lay back on the bed, lifted my legs and pulled the briefs
off.  This gave him a nice inviting view of my anus, which I hoped would give
him some ideas.  I lowered my legs and stayed, lying prone on the bed, with my
cock still partially hard.  Without uttering a word, I had managed to
communicate to him that I was his for the taking.
     He stood up, and still looking directly at me, slowly pulled his Calvins
down his thighs.  A beautiful uncut six inch cock came into sight, hanging
down, but certainly not completely flaccid.  I let out an audible sigh.  He let
the briefs fall and stepped out of them.
     "You go first," he said.  Did he mean that he wanted me to shower first,
or suck him off first?  I was in no hurry, in fact, this tantalizing double
strip was going to be an exciting memory for me, the fodder for many future
masturbation fantasies.
     "Thanks," I said, and walked into the bathroom, leaving the door open
behind me, another hint that I hoped he would take.
     In the shower, I ran the water as hot as I could stand it, soaped all
over, especially my dick and butt-crack.  Through the glass door of the shower,
I could see him watching me, so I took plenty of time stroking my soapy dick,
then pulled the foreskin all the way back to rinse it.  I wanted it to taste
nice and clean for him.  I pushed a soapy finger up my ass, in case he wanted
to put his tongue, or anything else for that matter, up it.
     Finally, I rinsed off, shut off the water, opened the shower door and
stepped out.  He was standing there, naked, a comb and toothbrush in his hand
and now his cock was at least half hard, almost horizontal.  I could barely
prevent myself from grabbing hold of it, but this little exhibitionist dance we
were doing was too exciting for me to want to rush it.
     "It's all yours," I said, brushing his arm as I passed him.  An electric
thrill ran through me at this slight contact.
     "Are you warmer now," he asked as the stepped into the shower.
     "Oh, yes, I'm actually quite hot!"
     I could hear his chuckle over the sound of the shower spray.  I stood by
the vanity, looking at myself in the mirror, and throwing the occasional
glance at him as I dried myself off, giving my dick a vigorous rub.  I was almost
totally erect, now.
     Like me, he was putting on quite a show in the shower, taking a lot of
time soaping his intimate parts, and when he stepped out, his dick was nearly
as hard as mine was.  There was no longer any doubt about how this evening was
going to turn out.  We wanted each other and we both knew it.  But, clearly,
he didn't want to rush things either.  He came and stood beside me at the
vanity and combed his wet hair.  Then he squeezed some toothpaste on to his brush
and started cleaning his teeth.  There we were, side by side, two naked hunks,
dicks half hard, admiring each other in the mirror.
     I stood there, doing nothing but stare at him, until it became almost
embarrassing, then I turned and walked back into the room.  A few seconds later
he followed me.  In any other similar situation, this would have been the time
for us to fall into each others arms and get into some heavy duty sex, but he'
d said that he wanted to go out to eat, which would give us both the
opportunity to get dressed, then undressed again, making this pre-seduction period
last a long, tantalizing time.
     And so we did.  Watching him dress was nearly as exciting as watching
him undress.  When he pulled a fresh pair of Calvins up to mid thigh, then left
them there while he put a clean T-shirt, I felt like I was going to cum there
and then.  I made my own reverse-strip as provocative as I could, leaving my
now hard cock exposed until the last possible minute, finally pulling my Hanes
up to cover it.  Goodbye, my friend, I thought, you'll soon be out in the
fresh air again.
     Eventually, fully dressed, we headed out into the falling snow.  An hour
later, well fed,  with a couple of beers inside us and carrying a six pack,
we were back.  We were both cold and wet from the knees down.  In our absence,
with the heater still on full, the room was now almost uncomfortably hot, but
neither of us made any move to turn it down.  What better excuse could we have
to take our clothes off?
     Brett took a couple of cans of beer from the pack and popped them open,
handing one to me.  We each took a pull, then divested ourselves of our outer
clothing and shoes, then looked at each other.  This, I guessed, was the
moment.  He broke the ice.
     "Tony, can I undress you?"
     I pretended to appear reluctant.  "On one condition," I said.
     "What's that?"
     I paused.  "That you let me undress you.  Let's do it simultaneously,
one garment at a time."
     A look of pure happiness spread across his face.  "Wow," he said, "I'm
so fucking horny.  You've really turned me on.  When you stripped earlier, I
had a hard time keeping myself from grabbing you and seriously molesting you."
     I stepped up to him, put my arms around him and whispered in his ear,
"Now you can molest me all you like.  Tonight I'm your cocksucking, faggot slut,
your own personal whore.  Anything goes, Brett, and I mean anything!"
     He put his hand on the back of my head, pulling me towards him and
touching his lips to mine.  My mouth reflexively opened and he put his tongue in,
swirling it around my mouth.  I became instantly rock-hard, and I could feel
his erection through our pants, pressing against mine.
     "Just one thing," he said, breaking the kiss.  "In situations like this,
I sometimes get carried away and say things I don't mean."
     "Like what?"
     "I might blurt out that I love you.  Please don't be chased away by it."
     "Telling me you love me will only make things hotter, and I won't take
it as a life-time commitment.  I'll be flattered, and aroused, and I might even
say the same thing to you.  Brett, you're the sexiest guy I've seen in
years, but now it's time to get out of these wet pants.  You wanna go first?"
     I released him and he dropped to his knees, unbuckling my belt as he
went.  Unzipping my pants, he put his hand inside and began to feel around, not
just my basket, but all over the front of my underpants, feeling the smooth
cotton texture.  It was so erotic, as I began to be aware that he was just as
attracted by underwear as I was.  Then he unclipped the waist of my pants, and
opened up the flaps, leaning back to take a good look.  There was an expression
of deep lust on his face.  Leaning forward again, he kissed the front of my
briefs, right where the tip of my hard cock was covered by white cotton.
     "I want to wear these, later," he said, "perhaps when they have your cum
stains on them."
     "Or your cum stains.  I think that in a while, there's going to be cum
all over the place."
    "Like in my mouth?"
     "Sure, or in mine, or up my ass, or all over my face.  As I said,
anything goes."
     He gave my pants a tug, allowing them to fall to the floor and I stepped
out of them.  He pressed his face to my bulge, then nibbled at the swollen
end of my cock, making the cotton wet and translucent.  I closed my eyes and
threw my head back, thrusting my hips forward into his face, groaning with
pleasure.  For a minute or two, he paid homage to my package with his tongue, teeth,
lips and hands, worshiping at the shrine of my brief-encased cock, until I
grasped him by the upper arms and raised him to his feet.
     "My turn now."  Like he had done, I knelt down and opened his pants,
seeing again that Calvin Klein name on his waistband.  That sight itself, with
its associations was a turn on.  I put my hands on his hips, pushing the pants
down a little, then slid them round to his buttocks.  His briefs were, like
mine, a little loose, probably for the sake of comfort, and I could put my hands
up the legs at the back and caress his ass cheeks.  He, too, pushed his hips
forward into my face, with his firm erection tenting his underpants, a wet spot
of precum at the apex.  My mouth met his cock and my teeth nibbled on its
head, while my tongue tasted the moist area, making it even wetter.  I
deliberately slobbered as much saliva as I could on to his Calvins, to make them as wet
as possible.  I wanted to be able to see his cock through translucent wet
cotton.
     "Oh, fuck, Tony," he groaned, "You're driving me crazy!"
     I pulled his pants down to his ankles and let him step out of them.
"Let me get your socks while I'm down here," I said, and removed both of them,
giving the tops of his feet a couple of kisses.  Then I stood up, and he put his
arms around me, kissing me passionately, our tongues probing each other
deeply, our hard cocks pressed against each other.  After half a minute or so, I
broke away and said, "Let's take a breather."
     "Is anything wrong?" he asked.
     "Absolutely not, in fact I'm so fucking horny, I could cum in a
heartbeat.  I just want to cool down a bit so we can make it last.  I don't want to
disappoint you by cumming too soon."
     "The sooner you cum, the sooner I can start working on you again," he
chuckled.  "But I know what you mean."
     We sat on our respective beds, looking at each other, drinking not only
our beer, but also drinking in the sight of each other in our underpants.
This was a vision that I wanted to burn into my memory, the sight of this
beautiful man in a T-shirt and white Calvin briefs, which gave me an idea.
     "I have a camcorder," I said.  "How would you feel about being
video-taped."
     His face lit up.  "Oh yeah, that would be perfect.  I love to show off
in front of a camera."  I dug into my suitcase and found the camcrder, with its
AC power lead, set it up on the dresser pointing at his bed and pressed the
"record" button.
     "Show time," he said, "Come and sit beside me."
      Being careful not to come between the camera and me, he started to
unbutton my shirt, from the bottom up.  He slid the shirt off my shoulders and let
it fall, leaving me in my tank, briefs and wet socks.  "You have more
garments on than I have," he said, "Let me get those socks."  I had been so carried
away that I had forgotten the discomfort of cold feet, and as he pulled the
socks off and started to rub my feet, I felt a rush of affection that was more
than just raw lust.  As he rubbed, I reached down and pulled up the bottom of
the T-shirt so that I could run my hands over his nipples.  I could feel them
getting hard under my touch.  I pulled the shirt off over his head, and he stood
up, wearing just his briefs, and pulled my face into his crotch.  I tongued
at his balls and cock and with one of my hands between his legs, fingered his
butt-hole.  He wriggled his body, clearly enjoying my finger.  Then he pushed
me back so I was lying across the bed and dropped to his knees.  I was once
again in that vulnerable position, ready for anything.  He reached in through the
fly of my Hanes and, with some difficulty, managed to get my cock out.  It
sprang free, its end wet with precum.
     "This is the moment I've been waiting for," he said, and lowered his
mouth over the end of my cock.  Holding my foreskin forward with his hand round
my shaft, he ran his tongue underneath the skin, over the glans.  The feeling
was so intense, it was close to pain.  I groaned and shuddered with ecstasy.
     "Jesus, you'd better stop, or I'll cum right now."
     "Why not?" he mumbled, his words distorted by a mouthful of cock.
     "Because I haven't yet sucked you off yet."
     He released my red, throbbing cock and looked at me.  "I'm pretty close
to cumming myself.  Sucking your cock is incredibly exciting, my briefs are
getting soaked."
     "Then let me have a taste of them," I said, pulling him up on to the bed
and maneuvering into the 69 position.  Indeed, his underpants were a lot
wetter than when my mouth had last been there, and I sucked at the cotton, trying
to get as much of the precum from them as possible.
     "Are you going to take my briefs off?" he asked
     "Not yet," I said.  "You look too fucking sexy in them.  But I'm going
to pull them down to mid-thigh so I can get at your cock and balls."
     First, I pulled the waistband elastic out and let it snap back.  It's a
very sexy sound, the snapping of underwear elastic.  I guess I've been
conditioned.
     Then, with my teeth, I pulled them down, first one side, over his hips
then switching to the other side, pulling them down until only his erect cock
prevented them from sliding farther.  I shifted my grip, biting the elastic at
mid-front, and lifted it out and down, exposing that beautiful cock that I'd
admired earlier.  Close up it was even more lovely, perfectly straight and
smooth, with a nice big, loose foreskin for me to play with.  Moving farther down,
I pulled the briefs past his balls to mid-thigh, then moved back to take a
look.  There's something about a guy with his underpants part way down.  It has
a very lewd appearance, a suggestion that he is deliberately exposing his
private parts for your enjoyment.  I moved aside, to let the camera get a good
shot.
     Meanwhile his hand had been stroking my dick, while his tongue lapped at
the precum that was being exuded in a near continuous flow.  It was too much.
 I knew if he didn't stop, I would blast a shot of cum right into his mouth.
I wanted to save it for later.
     "Let's take a break," I said, "I need to pee."
     "Can I watch you?"
     "I've told you, you can do anything you like."
     "Well, I've always had this thing. . ." He hesitated.
     "Go on, nothing's gonna shock me."
     "I like to see guys taking a piss.  You're gonna think I'm weird, but
sometimes I fantasize about being peed on."
     "That's not weird," I said, "Being peed on is a major part of
watersports, one of the more common fetishes.  Lot's of guys love to be peed on, and I
count myself among them."
     "Do you mean I could pee on you?"
     "I thought you'd never ask."
     "Even while you're wearing your underpants?"
     "Especially while I'm wearing underpants.  Let's get into the shower."
     "Hang on, I want to re-position the camcorder."
     Getting up, with his Calvins still at mid thigh, he placed a chair just
outside the bathroom door and put the still running camera on it.  We stepped
inside, leaving the shower door open.
     "Damn, I'm so excited," he said.  "Who goes first?"
     "You do," I said, kneeling down in front of him.  "Hose me down."
     He stood there with his erect cock in his hand, pointing it at my chest,
but nothing came out.
     "It's difficult to piss with a hard on," I said, "Let me help you."  I
licked my middle finger and reaching between his legs, pushed gently at the
entrance of his ass until it went in.  "Just relax," I said, and now that he was
distracted from the problem of how to pee, the golden liquid began to flow.
As it hit my chest, I grasped his shaft to directed the stream where it wanted
it.  First my shoulders, then my chest again, then down to my Hanes, adding to
the precum already there, and finally, and the flow began to slacken, into my
opened mouth.  Just as my mouth was almost full, the flow stopped.  I
swallowed most of it, but left a small amount in my mouth.
     "What does it taste like?" he asked.
     Not speaking, I rose to my feet pulled his head to mine and kissed him.
As he opened his mouth, I let the small amount of remaining pee flow into it.
     "There," I said, breaking away.  "Now you know."
     "Tony, you devil" he smiled, "There's no end to your depravity.
Actually, it wasn't at all bad.  I expected it to be more acidic."
     "That's because we've been drinking beer.  Dilute pee is much nicer
than early morning strong stuff."
     "You sound like a connoisseur."
     "I've had my share.  Would you like to taste mine?"
     Without a word, he dropped to his knees, and gripped my still erect dick
that was sticking out of the fly of my Hanes.
     "Here we go,"  I said, and relaxed my sphincter.  Having had experience
of peeing through a stiff dick, we didn't have to wait.  A healthy stream of
pale pee splashed his face, and he adjusted my cock so that I was pissing on
his dick.  His briefs were still down at mid-thigh.
     "My God, this is fantastic.  I love it."  He let the stream play all
over his cock and balls, until, just before my bladder was empty, I shut off the
tap.
     "I didn't get to taste any," he said.
     "Then put my cock in your mouth."
     As his lips enclosed the head of my cock, I relaxed again and released a
slow, gently flow.  I half expected him to take a sip and then bail out, but
he swallowed, then swallowed again until I was completely empty.
     Coming up for air, he said, "That was so fucking erotic.  I've been
fantasizing about that for years, but I never thought it would taste so good.
Lets go drink another beer or six, and do this again."
     I felt proud that I had a convert to my secret fetish.  "Stand up," I
said, "Let the camera get a look a two pee-soaked underwear lovers."  We posed
for the camera, each fondling the others piss soaked cock, licking the piss off
our hands, kissing and grinding our cocks together, until finally, we turned
on the hot water and rinsed ourselves off.  I tucked my dick back into my
Hanes and pulled his Calvins back up to cover him.  Now the camera could see us in
soaking wet briefs, our still hard cocks clearly visible.  This was going to
be one helluva video.
     We toweled of and removed our underwear, draping it over the back of
another chair in front of the heater to dry.  Brett reached for a fresh pair of
Calvins.
     "No," I said, "put these on."  I handed him a fresh pair of my Hanes.
"And pass me those.  I haven't worn Calvins in ages.  I love to wear another guy
's underpants."
     "This is another first for me.  What happens if I cum in your briefs?"
     "That's exactly what I want.  To later be wearing a pair of unwashed
briefs that you've cum in, well, I can't tell you how sexy that would feel."
     "Tony, you're so inventive.  Can I make you cum now?"
     "It won't be difficult," I said.  "Let's lie down on your bed again."
     We lay head to tail, mouthing each others baskets, fondling balls,
fingering asses, and it didn't take long.  Brett was the first to cum, and I could
feel his body bucking and his glans swelling moments before he came.  I had my
mouth ready over the cotton that covered his cock and as he exploded, his
creamy juice was quickly sucked up by my eager mouth.  He tasted slightly salty,
but not bitter, and I swallowed all I could get.
     It sent me over the top, and I blasted into the Calvins and Brett
followed my lead, sucking up as much cum as he could, his fingers digging into my
buttocks.
     "God, I love you," he said.
     "Me too," I replied.
     We lay back, side by side on his bed, now our bed, his head resting on
my shoulder, letting our cum dry in each other's underpants.
     "That was absolutely unbelievable," he said.  "How long will it take you
to get horny again?"
     "With a guy like you, I'd say about fifteen minutes.  Go turn the
camcorder off, drink your beer and open another.  The night is yet young."

To be continued.