Date: Fri, 21 Mar 2003 00:30:30 EST
From: TW
Subject: Uncut in White Briefs

     I love underwear.  Specifically men's underwear, and the men inside
them.  Any kind of underwear will do, but briefs are best of all, and they
should always be white.  Boxers are O.K., what they lack in sexiness, they
make up for in accessibility.  No problem reaching into a guys boxers, plenty
of room for my hand and his big hard-on.  Boxer briefs aren't bad, but you
can't pull a guy's cock out of the leg.  So it's briefs for me, regular
briefs and low-rise briefs.
     I like to refer to them as 'underpants', which I feel is the sexiest
word in the English language, perhaps because that's what they were called
when I was growing up.  Maybe that was when it all started, at my all-boys
private school, in the gym changing room, all those little boys revealing
their underpants as they changed into their sports gear.  I used to sneak
glances at them, their undies and their dicks and later, with some of the
sexier boys, I had opportunities to fondle and wank them.
     My obsession was re-inforced as, much older, in the armed forces, I
watched my fellow servicemen dressing and undressing, and I got to wank a few
of those, too, and later even got to suck a dick or two.  There was one
particular guy, Johnny, who always wore immaculate white Y fronts, and I
fantasized about him for months until one day he actually hit up on me.  We
found a secluded place, no easy task in the military, and he tried to stick
his dick up my willing ass.  He was too inexperienced to know about lube and
I was to dumb to know about relaxing my sphincter, so he couldn't get it in.
I did finish him off by hand, though.  He had a lovely slim dick with a long
foreskin,  which I eventually got to suck, but, alas, he later had to get
circumsized for medical reasons, and the sight of his mutilated dick turned
me off.
     So here I am, in middle age, a total underwear freak.  I surf the net
daily for pics of guys in briefs.  I absulutely adore any kind of white
brief.  I love Calvins, I love Hanes, I love Fruit of the Loom.  I love
Jockey, I love Stafford, I love Tommy's.  I own dozens of pairs of briefs,
regular and low rise, and, at home alone, the only things I wear are briefs
and a singlet, and maybe white socks.  During the day, it's regular briefs,
calvins being my favorite, and at night to sleep in, I usually wear a pair of
Alfani low rise, which have a single-layer panel in the front, to show the
outline of my cock, and which are loose and comfortable, so that I can wank
in them.  Once in a while, I'll sleep in a pair of white panties.
     When I bought a computer and started to surf the net, the first thing I
looked for was gay porn, with  emphasis on guys in underpants.  Before long I
discovered a website called "underwear4men.com" which had a chat room.  Never
having chatted on line before, I was nervous as I logged on, using the name
"Uncut in White Briefs".  Being totally in the closet, I had never before
talked about my obsession to anyone, so at first I was hesitant, but the
moment I was asked the question, "what are you wearing?", the floodgates
burst.  "White Calvin briefs, with a white singlet," I responded and went on
to describe what I had been fantasizing about for years, how I wanted to
undress a guy, slowly and lasciviously, pulling down his underpants with my
teeth and sucking him off, swallowing his come, and even taking a sip of his
piss.  I revelled in disclosing my kinkiest urges, feeling intense pleasure
at painting myself as an utter slut.  It was a catharsis, better than talking
to a shrink, and a lot cheaper.  Over the next few weeks, I talked to guys
who liked to swap underwear, and would always eagerly offer to send them a
pair of mine.  They would often request cum stained briefs, and I was able to
oblige, wanking off into a pair of Hanes, and promptly putting them into a
ziploc bag and mailing them off.  I would receive a pair in exchange, often
with cum stains that I swould sniff deeply.  And so my underpant collection
began to take on more variety.  Now I could wear a different brand every day
for two weeks or more, without repeating.
     I also liked to buy underpants at thrift stores.  Yes, they do have
second-hand briefs and boxers, and it gives me a great thrill to wear a pair
that I know have graced the loins of another guy.
     Underwear4men is a nationwide chat room, usually with about ten to
twenty participants at any one time, which, given the size of the U.S. is not
 a lot.  We undies-freaks seem to be a rare bunch.  But one day I was lucky
enough to chat with a guy who lived in San Diego, my home town, and we
arranged to meet up at my place.  He emailed me a pic.  He was a good looking
dude, 30 years old and into thongs, on which I'm not overly keen.  But
beggers can't be choosers and as my last gay encounter had been years
previously, I was pretty excited, and flattered that a much younger guy would
want to have sex with me.
     He turned out to be as sexy as his picture, and once he was inside my
apartment, I lost no time in unzipping his pants and letting them fall.
Underneath, for my benefit, he had on a pair of skimpy white briefs, with a
nice hard-on inside.  I caressed it through the cotton, then pulled it out of
his fly.  This was the first dick I had touched in ages and it felt so good,
warm and hard in my hand.  I knelt down and took it in my mouth.  I was in
heaven, this was where I belonged, on my knees, sucking a man's dick which
poked out of his white underpants.
     I undressed him completely and he undressed me and then he proceeded to
model half a dozen thongs for me, inviting me to try them on, commenting on
how sexy I, an older man, looked.  After some more mutual cock sucking, I
finished him off with a brisk hand job, and he shot a great load of cum all
over his chest and stomach.
     We talked about the chat room and he asked me if I ever logged on to
"gay.com".  He recommended it as a great room that was full of guys looking
to hook up.  After he had cleaned up and left, I felt kind of empty, even
though I had not cum, and I started to worry about AIDS.  As it turned out,
he must have been negative, because I'm healthy to this day, and recently
started donating blood, so I know I'm in good shape.
     The next day, feeling horny again, I logged on to "gay.com" and
discovered it was exactly what I was looking for.  There were local rooms for
San Diego, even a West coast room for underwear fanatics, though the latter
was almost always empty, and a "wet and messy" room for raunchy guys, in
which I spent some time.  My handle of "Uncut in White Briefs" drew a lot of
attention, and I began to be aware that there are a lot of guys who really
like foreskins on their partners.
     Over the next few months, I managed to hook up with several men, no mean
feat for a guy of my age, in my fifties.  One guy in particular loved my long
foreskin, though he wasn't into underwear.  I went to his place and after
giving me a lengthy and creative blow job he asked me to step into the
shower, then proceeded to piss on my chest.  I loved the feel of warm piss
running down my body, and the sight of his dick, three inches in front of my
face, was too much for me to resist, so I took it in my mouth while he was
still pissing.  Most of the piss ran out and down my chin, but I took a
couple of swallows.  It wasn't bad, with a mild taste that for some reason
reminded me of wheat.
     A couple of weeks later, we met up again, and this time, in the shower,
he pushed his dick hard up against my asshole, and started to piss.  It felt
fabulous, the stream of piss hitting my puckered hole and running down my
legs.  I thought that one day I would like to try a piss enema.
     For a while I became something of a piss slut, but inevitably, my
interest slowly came back to underpants.  One afternoon, logged on to the
"gay.com" San Diego chat room, under my customary handle of Uncut in White
Briefs, and with a line in my bio which said "Obsessed with underwear, also
into W.S.",  I was addressed by a guy who called himself simply "Joe".  His
opening remark was, "Never have I been so turned on by so few words!"  I
immediatly replied, asking if he were an underwear freak too.  He responded
that there was nothing he liked better than a pair of white briefs with an
uncut dick inside, and to top it all off, he was into watersports too.  It
seemed I had struck gold.
     We couldn't exchange pics, because neither of us had the right
equipment, electronic equipment, that is.  But he described himself as a
slim guy in his mid forties, with a six inch uncut dick, wearing FTL's,
(that's Fruit of the Loom), and he was not put off by the fact that I was
somewhat older.  Exchanging waist sizes established that neither of us was a
fatty.
     Any slim guy in his forties with an uncut dick in white briefs was gonna
be fine with me, so we made arrangements for me to come over to his place in
Hillcrest at 6 p.m. that same evening.  I took an enema (you never know your
luck) and a shower, dressed in my favorite Calvins and white singlet, pulled
on white socks, a polo shirt and a pair of skimpy blue nylon jogging shorts,
and laced up my white sneakers.  I put about six different pairs of
underpants, some condoms and a tube of lube in a grocery bag, grabbed a six
pack of beer from the fridge and headed out.
     Since chatting with Joe earlier, I had been drinking beer pretty
steadily, until I was pissing frequently.  From time to time I'd been taking
sips of my own piss from a glass, so as I drove over to Joe's place, I knew
my piss was dilute enough to taste quite pleasant.  Upon arrival, as I
knocked on the door of his apartment, I was aware that my bladder was getting
full.
     One of the less exciting things about these chat-room encounters is that
one's partner seldom turns out to be as attractive as one's fantasy has
painted him.  My heart was in my mouth as the door opened, and to my relief,
I saw that Joe was not only slim and good looking, but he was dressed
perfectly, namely in a white singlet and white FTL's.  I was trembling with
excitment as we introduced ourselves, shaking hands, and with an engaging
smile he invited me in, and asked me to sit down.  "I'll get you a beer," he
said, heading towards the kitchen.  It seemed he was having difficulty taking
his eyes off me, because he bumped into the doorframe.  I certainly couldn't
take my eyes off him.  Seconds later he was back, handed me a can of beer and
sat down in the chair opposite me.
     "You're everything I hoped you would be," I said.  "I'm gonna have a
hard time keeping my hands off you."
     "Good," he said, "because I want your hands on me, and I want my hands
on you.  You're a very hansome guy."
     I now pulled a move I had planned in advance.  I lifted my left thigh up
to my chest in order to reach my foot and began to unlace my sneaker.  This,
of course, exposed a significant area of white underpants, and I could see
his gaze riveted on my crotch.  His breathing quicked, so I took my time,
fumbling with the lace.  Finally I pulled the sneaker off and dropped it,
then did the same with the other one, giving him a slightly different, but
equally arousing view.  Then I sat back with my legs apart and took a pull on
my beer.
     "Did you like that?" I asked.
     "Jesus!  That was fantastic.  I've gotta buy a camera and take some pics
of you."
     "A great idea.  We could go halves on it, and take pics of each other.
You're a pretty sexy dude, especially dressed like that."  I was going to
miss taking off his pants and shirt, but I figured there would be pleanty of
opportunies to do that on another day.
     He rose from his chair and came and knelt between my spread legs.
Looking up at me, he ran his hands up the outside of my thighs, under my
loose, skimpy shorts, and caressed my cotton covered hips.
     "Can I pull these shorts off?" he asked.
     "Only with your teeth."
     He smiled, kissed the front of my bulge then gripped the narrow crotch
of the shorts in his teeth, and as I lifted my hips, he pulled them down.
     "Oh, my God! You look fabulous.  Look at that stiff dick.  I can't wait
to suck it!"
     "Slow down," I said, "It's my turn to have fun.  Please, would you stand
up?"
     Upright, his basket was a few inches in fronf of my face.  I put my
hands round his hips and slid them round to his buttocks and pulled him
towards me.  With my teeth, I gently bit on the end of the dick that was
tenting his briefs.  Then I kissed it on the end and then several times down
the shaft.  The wet spot on his briefs was not my saliva, I knew.  "I need to
pee," I said.
     "So do I," he replied.  "Shall we get into the shower?"  I threw off my
shirt and got rid of my socks and as we stepped into the tub, I caught a
glimpse of us both in the mirror, two guys in white briefs and singlets, both
with hard-ons.  What a beautiful sight!  We stood in the shower, face to
face.  I pulled my dick out of the right-hand leg of my underpants, and
pulled out the left leg of his briefs and put my dick up inside.  "You do the
same, please," I asked and he put his dick up the leg of my briefs.  We put
our arms around each other and I said, "Let it go."
     The feeling of hot piss running down my stomach and legs was
unbelievable, his and mine mixed together as we pissed into each other's
underpants.  I was incredibly turned on, my cock as rigid as a length of
re-bar.  His lips brushed mine and I returned the kiss, tonguing him deeply.
     "Save some pee," he whispered, "I want to taste it."
     "Me, too."  We stood for what seemed like minutes, our underwear soaked
in each other's piss, locked in an embrace, kissing with frantic fervour.
Then we broke apart and he knelt down.  He sucked at my cock through the
saturated cotton, sucking the piss out of them, while he fondled my balls.
Then he pulled my waisband out and peeped inside.
     "Oh, my God!" he gasped, as he saw my rigid dick.  "It's beautiful.
I've never seen a dick as nice as this.  I just have to suck it."  He took
the head in his lips, then pulled my underpants down to mid-thigh, and began
to stroke my shaft.  He held my foreskin forward while he ran his tongue
under it, around the glans.  I arched my back in ecstacy, close to cumming.
"Let he have it," he groaned and I relaxed and let the last of the contents
of my bladder slowly trickle out.  He swallowed eagerly, and sucked the final
drops until I was dry.  He looked up and smiled.  "It tastes like Champagne,"
he said.
     "My turn."  I pulled him to his feet and knelt down, and did for him
what he had just done for me.  Sucking what drops of piss I could from the
white cotton, I swallowed, and then pulled his dick out of his sopping fly.
Here was the moment I had been anticipating all afternoon.  His beautiful
uncut dick was finally in view.  It was very like my own, nice and straight
with a generous foreskin.  I took it in my hand and placed the tip between my
lips, where it belonged, the I pulled at his hips so that it sank to the
hilt, deep in my throat.  Pulling back a little, I looked up at him and said,
"Hmmm."  He knew what I wanted, and a stream of warm piss hit the back of my
throat.  I could taste it, mild and not at all acidic.  I swallowed, hoping
he had plenty left, but after a couple of swallows, he ran dry.  I milked the
last drops, and let them stay in my mouth, to savour the taste.
     He pulled out of my mouth, saying, "I don't want to cum yet.  Lets get
clean and start again."  We stepped aside as he turned on the shower,
adjusted the temperature, and then we stood under the flow, letting the hot
water rinse our bodies and underwear.  Then I pulled his singlet up an began
to kiss his nipples.  He groaned.  "That's wonderful, you sexy hunk."  I
pulled the singlet over his head and pulled his underpants down until they
dropped round his ankles.  I stood back and admired his naked body, mostly
hairless, with his nice six inch boner pointing skywards.  He stepped out of
the briefs and helped me out of my wet underwear, running his hands all over
cock and balls.  Then taking the soap, he started to lather me all over,
starting on my back, then arms and chest, then butt and legs, and finally the
crack of my ass and my genitals.
     "Put a soapy finger up my ass,"  I begged him, and I relaxed and let it
sink in as far as it woud go.
     "You have a really tight ass," he said.  "I don't think you've been
fucked lately."
     "I've never been fucked," I said, "but I'd love it if you were to bust
my cherry.  I know it's tight and lately I've been sticking things up it to
try to expand it a little.  I started with carrots, which have a nice taper,
then tried zucchini, and next it's gonna be a cucumber."
     "Next, it might be my dick."
     I laughed.  "I hope so.  I'm feeling extremely slutty tonight. You can
do anything you like with me."
     "Me too," he said, "I'm all yours.  Fuck, suck, piss, whatever."
     He finished soaping me, and I took the bar of soap and started on him,
leaving his cock and balls for last.  He, too, liked a finger up his ass, and
asked me to stick a second one up there, which fitted in quite easily.
Throughout, his cock remained as stiff as a ramrod.
     Eventually, we both rinsed off, and towelled each other dry.
     "I want to look in your underwear drawer," I said.
     "Be my guest," he replied and let me to the dresser in the bedroom.
Pulling open the top drawer, he invited me to look inside.  He had a mixed
pile of FTL's, Hanes and Jockey briefs, all immaculately white, and some
white boxers that he said he sometimes used for sleeping in.  There was also
a pile of white singlets.  I selected a pair of Jockeys and pulled them on.
     "What did you bring for me?" he asked, so fetching the grocery bag from
his living room, I emptied it out on to the bed.  He selected a pair of
Calvins and put them on.  We stood and looked at each other, dressed in each
other's underpants.  I was practically cumming right there and then without
even touching myself.  Then he grabbed me round the waist and we both fell on
to the bed, our arms around each other, our mouths locked in a kiss.
     After a minute of grinding our hips together, I broke free and turned
around so that we were head to tail, and reached for his cock, pulling it out
of the fly of the Calvins.  The end of it was soaked with pre-cum which I
eagerly licked off.  The taste was wonderful.  I could feel his lips on my
cock and his hand caressing my balls.
     "Don't pump my cock, I'm too close to cumming," I said.  Just use your
lips and make it last."
     "Put your finger up my ass, please," he begged and I was happy to
comply.
     We sucked each other for a long time, finally pulling each other's
underpants off completely.  We continued running our tongues up and down each
other's cocks, licking and sucking balls, and then my slutty nature took over
and I had to tongue his ass.  I slid further down and touched his puckered
hole with my tongue, trying to push it in.  He did the same for me and it
felt so good.  I knew that sooner or later I would get him to fuck me, to
take my virginity.  I didn't care if it was going to hurt, I wanted him
inside me.
     Suddenly, he groaned.  "I'm gonna cum!"  I quickly abandoned his ass and
clamped my lips around his cock and began to stroke the shaft with my hand.
I felt he head swell up and then it pulsed as a jet of cum filled my mouth.
It tasted so creamy.  I loved it!  I pumped some more, then started a milking
action to squeeze the last drops of cum on to my tongue.  Finally, I had to
come up for air.
     "Yummy, yummy," I said, "that was the best drink I've ever had.  I want
a lot more of that."
     "You liked the taste?" he asked.
     "Oh, yes, I loved it.  My first taste of cum in years."
     "But not the last, I can assure you," he said.  "Give me half an hour or
so and I'll be horny again.  Do you want me to finish you off?  I still like
to play, even after I've cum."
     "Let's take a break, I want you to be full of lust when you next touch
me."
     We went back into the living room and drained the beers that we had
hardly touched.  Joe opened two new cans and was about to pour one into a
glass, when I stopped him.  Taking the glass, I half filled it with piss,
then said,  "Top it off with beer."  He filled the glass and handed it to me.
 I took a big gulp.  "Here, try it," I said.  He took a tentative taste then
several large gulps.
       "Mmmm, that's good," he said, "that's what beer should always taste
like."  He pissed into the other glass and handed it to me, and I filled it
up with beer and sat beside him on the couch.
     For a few minutes, we talked, filling each other in on the details of
our lives, and then Joe went into the kitchen and made a couple of
sandwiches.  I hadn't realized how hungry I was.  My hunger for cock and cum
and my thirst for piss had eclipsed my more mundane appetites.  We ate the
sandwiches and drank some more piss flavored beer, and then I reached over
and felt Joe's cock.  It immediately stiffened in my hand.  I pulled it out
of the leg of his briefs, actually my briefs, but by now they were my gift to
him.  I leaned down and kissed and licked his cock, his precum already oozing
out of the end.
     "I want to get your cock really stiff," I said, "so that I can sit on
it."
     "Shouldn't be too difficult, it's more than half way there already."
     I began to suck on it in earnest, and he reached under my chest and took
hold of my cock, stroking it through the underpants.  I was totally rigid,
never having really lost my erection since coming into his apartment.
     "Stand up," he said, and as I complied, he pulled the briefs down to
mid-thigh.  Then he lay on his back along the length of the couch, with his
cock standing up vertically.  I reached for a condom, rolled it on him, then
with the lube I coated his dick liberally.  I was trembling with excitement,
seeing this gorgeous creature wearing my undies, lying there with his stiff
cock ready to impale me.  My own dick was leaking copiously.  I knelt with my
knees either side of his chest so that my briefs stretched across his
stomach.  Taking hold of his dick I guided it to the entrance of my ass and
started to lower myself on to it.  It was reluctant to enter and as I applied
more downward pressure, it began to hurt, but I didn't care.  I needed to be
fucked.  I wanted the full length up my ass, deep in my bowels, so the pain
was incidental.
I lowered some more, and suddenly, with a sharp, burning sensation, the head
of his cock was past my sphincter, actually inside me.  I was being fucked by
a beautiful man and it was wonderful.  I began to lift and lower my body
slowly. allowing his cock to penetrate a little more each time.  The pain
began to recede. I was glad I had used the vegetables to loosen myself up.
Carrots were good but this was terrific.
     "I'm your whore," I said, "your own personal slut.  Fuck me, shove it
all the way in. Fuck me deep, all the way."
     Soon he was in all the way, his pubic bone hard up against my cheeks.
It was a blissful sensation of fullness and I knew at that moments that I was
as addicted to being fucked as I was obsessed with underpants.  From now on,
every gay encounter would find me begging for a cock up my ass.
     Joe had not been idle, his hand was stroking my cock with a lovely
gentle motion, and though I'd briefly lost my hard-on when he first entered
me, it was now stiff as a flag pole again.  I felt myself reaching my climax.
     Lifting my weight from Joe's hips, I said, "Fuck me, Joe, ram it in me."
 He began to thrust his hips, sliding his cock in up to the hilt, then out
again almost completely, then back in again.  I had never been so sexually
aroused.  With my head flung back and my eyes closed, I was gasping for
breath, my pulse racing.  Then without warning, my cock erupted with a
veritable fountain of cum, splashing on to my briefs, on to Joe's chest and
face.  With his mouth open, he managed to catch some on the fly.
     I collapsed on to his chest and lay there panting.  I left his dick
inside me, still hard, still filling me up, as my heart slowed down.  Then I
looked him in the face.
     "I think I've fallen in love with your dick," I said.
     "I think I'm falling in love with you," he replied.
     I rolled off him, peeled off the cum soaked briefs, and handed them to
him.  He held them up to his nose and inhaled deeply.
     "I love the smell of fresh cum," he said, "and the taste, too."
     I went into the bedroom and picked half a dozen pairs of underpants from
his drawer.  Returning to the living room, I handed the grocery bag full of
mine, to Joe.
     "Now that's what I call swapping undies," he said.

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