Date: Mon, 5 May 2003 16:21:01 EDT
From: Steward1967@aol.com
Subject: His Brother's Underwear III

     The idea was simple.  We had the house to ourselves one night (a rare
occurance) and I had planned an erotic encounter with my lover.  He always
came home at quarter after six and I planned on being in the shower when he
walked in the door and coming out of the bathroom wearing a pair of his
brother's boxer briefs.  I wasn't sure what was going to happen next but
just the thought of the possibilities got me worked up.  I could barely
keep my erection down all day but I fought the urge to masturbate because I
wanted to give everything I could to my lover.  There was a strangeness to
the whole experience with his brohter's underwear that I couldn't quite put
my finger on but I was enjoying it and that was all that mattered.  And now
I knew that on some level he was enjoying it as well and that made it all
the more exciting.

     At six o clock that night I pulled a clean pair of his brother's
underwear from my drawer and brought them down to the bathroom.  I jumped
in the shower and began washing, trying not to get hard but failing
miserably.  I wanted to come out of the bathroom with the outline of my
soft cock pushing through the pouch of the briefs so that my lover could
see what I looked like in them.  I wanted him to make me hard looking at
the bulge in his brother's underwear.  For whatever reason, this was an
important part of the plan.  I showered for a few minutes thinking of
decidedly unsexy things.  After a few moments I was able to control myself
and was only about half hard.

     As I turned the shower off I heard my lover's car pull into the
driveway.  I decided to wait a few minutes for him to get into the house
and get settled.  I brushed my teeth, put on some cologne and finally
slipped the black boxer briefs around my waist.  The feel of those briefs
against my cock always gave me an instant hard-on so I had to wait a moment
or two for my cock to go down before exiting the bathroom and welcoming my
lover home.  When the moment was right, I opened the bathroom door and
walked down the hallway into the living room.

    I was standing there in the boxer briefs, my soft cock bulging slightly
against the soft cotton fabric, the head of my cock outlined by the black
ribbed material, staring directly into the face of my lover's brother.  He
was sitting on the couch on the opposite side of the room.  I hadn't
expected him at all.  He had supposedly had a date that night and was going
to be out.  I was horrified.  Here I was, half naked, half hard and wearing
his underwear.  I was speechless.

     He looked me up and down and got up from the couch.  "Are you all done
in there?  My hot water tank busted and I need to take a shower before I go
out."

     "Yeah," I managed, trying to read him.  Did he recognize his
underwear?  Did he mind me being half naked in front of him?  What was he
thinking?

     "I'm sorry, I won't be long," he said.  I can see you guys have
something planned.

     I laughed.  "Not really."

     "Well anyway," he said, walking toward the bathroom.  "I'll be out in
a second."
     He started taking his shirt off as we walked down the hall.  He was
built a lot like my lover.  His chest was slightly hairy, well muscled but
not overbuilt.  Something about being in his underwear and seeing him with
his shirt off, undressing in front of me made my cock stir in the briefs.
He closed the bathroom door and I could hear the water running in the
shower.  I thought about him standing in there naked, the water running
down his body as he soaped up his cock and balls.  I could feel my cock
getting harder but fought it.  If he saw me standing there hard I didn't
know how he would react.

     Just then the phone rang.  It was my lover.  My cock instantly became
soft with guilt.  He told me that he was going to be a few minutes late
because he had to stop at the store.  I didn't tell him that his brother
was there in the shower.  I don't know if I thought that he'd think that
something was going on between us or whether I secretly wanted something to
happen between us but I decided to keep the information to myself.  As I
said goodbye, his brother emerged from the bathroom wearing a towel.  I
absent mindedly hung up the phone and turned my attention to the half naked
man standing in front of me.

     He walked past me toward the basement door.  "Gotta get my clothes,"
he mumbled.  I could smell his clean body and feel the heat of the shower
rising from his skin.  My balls were heavy, resting against the fabric of
his underwear and my cock once again began to swell with desire.  As he
walked down the stairs I adjusted myself in the briefs so my cock wouldn't
be so noticeable but touching myself only made it worse.  I wanted to
follow him downstairs so badly, to watch him take his towel off and slip
his boxer briefs up across his cock.  I wanted to see how he filled them
out.  I wanted to see the outline of his cock against the fabric.

     Unexpectedly, he came back up the stairs still wrapped in a towel.  "I
have to fluff up some clothes in the dryer," he said.  "It'll just be a few
minutes."

     "Cool," I said, nervously.  My cock was fluctuating between hard and
soft moment by moment.  I wasn't sure whether to be turned on or feel
guilty.  It was a strange sensation but extremely exciting.  He walked back
to the couch and plopped himself down.  The opening in his towel gave me a
view halfway up his hairy thigh but obscured the view of his cock.  I sat
down on the chair across from his to perhaps get a better look but he was
situated in such a way that I could barely see a bulge in his towel.

     "I should put some clothes on," I said not knowing what to say.

     "I hope I didn't ruin anything," he said.

     "Not at all," I said.  "I just needed to take a shower."

     "I have underwear just like that," he said.  "I like it."

     I had to be blushing.  "Really?" I sputtered.  "Yeah, I like it too."

         He smiled.  There was an awkward silence.  "Where's my brother?"
he asked.

     "He just called," I said.  "He's going to be a few minutes late."

      "Well I guess I'm not ruining anything then," he laughed.  He
adjusted his legs and the opening in his towel began to reveal more of his
upper thigh almost enough to see the darkness of his crotch.

     I began to feel myself getting hard again.  "Really, we didn't have
anything planned," I said, trying to change the subject.

     "When I lived with you guys I always was afraid that I'd walk in on
you having sex or something."  He admitted boldly.

     "We were pretty careful about that," I said, letting my eyes wander
again to the opening in his towel then back to his face.

     "I'm just kidding," he said, blushing.  "I could care less, really.  I
mean you guys do what you do and I do what I do.  There's no difference."

     "Well, there's a little difference," I laughed.

     He laughed too, then adjusted himself on the couch again.  His cock
shifted underneath his towel so that I could see the soft shaft and head of
his cock resting against his upper thigh.  I wasn't sure if he knew I could
see it or if he was unaware that he was exposing himself to me. I didn't
care.  I was glad that I was getting the opportunity to see his beautiful
cock.  It looked just like my lover's cock ^Ö short and thick with a
beautifully chiseled cockhead that just begged to be licked.  I had
adjusted myself on the couch so that my own erect cock was not so obvious
but I could feel the head of my cock traveling down the leg of the boxer
briefs.  Surely, I thought, it would poke through the leghole at some
point.

     There was another awkward silence.  "I was with a guy once," he said,
quietly.

     "Really?" I asked, almost too eagerly.

     "We just jacked together," he said.  "We didn't even touch each other
but it was interesting."

     "I'll bet," I drooled.  "Who was it?"

     "Just some guy."  He looked embarrassed.  "Growing up."

     I could still see his cock resting against his leg.  He wasn't getting
hard himself but my cock was pushing against his briefs like it was
reaching toward him.

     "I'd better get my clothes," he said.  "Got a date."

     As he said that I could hear the door open and my lover walked into
the room.  He looked at me, sitting on the chair in his brother's underwear
and at his brother, sitting across from me, his towel opened just enough so
that his cock was visible resting against his leg.  I couldn't imagine what
he was thinking.  "What's up?" he said, apparently talking to both of us.

     "I think he is," his brother said pointing over to me.  "He's had a
hard on since I got here.  Watch out tonight!"

     I was mortified but I laughed.

     My lover sighed.  "He's always like that," he said.  "That's the
problem with two men being together.  One of them is always horny."  I was
relieved that my lover took his brother's statement with humor.  I didn't
sense any jealousy whatsoever.  I watched as my lover turned his attention
to his brother and could see his eyes roam across his sibling's body
finally resting his gaze on his brother's crotch.  "What are you up to?" he
asked his brother, finally looking him in the eye.

     "My hot water tank broke," he said.  "I had to take a shower before my
date."  He once again shifted himself on the couch.  This time his cock and
balls were plainly visible to both me and my lover.  It seemed a little
thicker than it had before though it could be that I just got a better look
at it.  Either way, it was a beautiful sight.

     My lover looked at me as I was staring as his brother's cock. I caught
his gaze and smiled.  "I'm gonna go change," he said.  "Be right back."  He
went upstairs and I was once again alone with his brother.

     He stood up and re-wrapped is towel so that I could get a quick
glimpse of his full cock, balls and thick black bush of pubic hair.  "I'll
be back," he said, going toward the basement.

     My lover came back downstairs wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt.  He
waked over and put his hand on the bulge in his brother's briefs and
squeezed my cock.  "Show off," he chided.

     I could hear his brother coming back up the stairs and my lover
released my cock and sat down on the couch.  His brother entered the room
wearing boxer briefs and carrying his shirt and pants.  "See," he said,
pointing at his waist, "I have the same underwear.  Stand up," he said.

     I stood up and he walked toward me.  My cock was half hard at this
point but still visibly aroused.  He stood in front of me, the bulge in his
own briefs perfectly outlining his beautiful cock.  He grabbed the
waistline of my briefs in his hand and read the lettering.  "It's even the
same brand," he said, running his fingers along the waistband then snapping
it back into place.

     Our cocks were only a few inches apart.  I fought every instinct to
step forward and rub my cock against his.  From across the room I could see
my lover's cock get hard underneath his sweatpants.  He gently tugged on it
while he watched his brother and I standing there in our underwear, his
brother's hand almost touching my cock.

     "Careful what you touch over there," my lover scolded.

     His brother turned around to face him.  "Jealous?" he asked.

     "Not really," my lover said.  "Just wanted you to know that once he
starts he doesn't stop."

     I laughed a nervous laugh.  His brother turned back toward me and
smiled.  "Well if I was ever going to do it with a guy," he said, "it'd be
you."

     I smiled.  I didn't know what to say.

     "And you don't have to return the underwear.  I'm flattered.  They
look better on you anyway."  He ran his fingertips across the bulge in my
briefs.  "I think you're bigger than me though."

     He pulled again at the waistband of the briefs, this time pulling them
down so that my cock popped out from behind the constricting fabric.  "Oh,
yeah," he said, "much bigger."

     I stood there with my cock pointing straight toward him.  I looked
over at my lover who was, by now, already rubbing his own cock through his
sweatpants.

     His brother regarded my cock with admiration.  "Bigger than we are,"
he said to my lover.

     My lover was mesmerized by the scene in front of him.  "I know," he
said.

     I pulled at the waistband of his brother's briefs, exposing his half
hard cock.  "You guys could be twins below the waist," I said.  My lover
pulled his cock out of his sweatpants and began stroking it.  I got down on
my knees and took his brother's cock in my mouth.  Gently, he pumped his
dick in and out of my mouth and I sucked it greedily.  I watched as my
lover jacked himself off watching me suck his brother's cock and I stroked
my own cock slowly, not wanting to cum too soon.

     I pulled his boxer briefs down to the floor and began sucking on his
balls, then let my tongue trail underneath his balls to his tight hole.  It
was amazing how much he even tasted like my lover.  I let my tongue circle
his hole for a minute, then made my way back to his cock.  By now he was
hard and dripping pre-cum and I lapped it up with pleasure.

     He thrust his cock deep into my mouth until it hit the back of my
throat.  "You like it?" he asked.

     I moaned.

     My lover echoed my moan and soon his cock erupted with cum.

     His brother was not far behind.  As he pushed his cock to the back of
my throat I felt him shudder and then felt his warm cum running down my
throat.  He pulled his cock out of my mouth and shot more cum on my lips
which I hungrily licked off.  My lover was still watching eagerly, not
wanting to miss a thing.  I kissed his brother's cock while I jacked myself
enjoying the moment with intensity.

     As I came, my lover's brother gently pushed his now soft cock back
into my mouth.  I let it rest against my tongue as though I was trying to
memorize it's flavor, knowing that this would never happen again.  I shot
my load onto his briefs that were laying on the floor around his ankles.
He gently pulled his cock from my mouth, grabbed his pants and shirt,
leaving the cum stained underwear on the floor, and went into the bathroom.
My lover placed his cock back into his sweatpants and I sat back down in
the chair, my softening cock still sticking out of the briefs.

     When his brother emerged from the bathroom he acted as though nothing
had happened.  "Good night, guys," he said.

     "Good night," we both said quietly.

     He looked at the cum stained underwear on the floor and then back at
me.  "You can keep those too," he said.  "I have a pair of yours at home."