Date: Sat, 4 Feb 2017 21:27:55 +1300 From: DD Wilson Subject: Gay Underwear This is my first story I have ever written, ( so please take it easy on me.) If you're looking for wank material, this isn't it. This is about an idea. Any one who has employed a teenage boy will know that their enthusiasm is tempered with many mistakes. The man in charge has to have a liking for the boy to compensate for the annoyance of these mistakes. It is possible, the concept of Social Darwinism could explains that mutual love between a boy and an older man has evolved so that the boy is taught what the man knows and valuable knowledge is not lost to the society. This is the theme of this story. The narrator of the story is an old man who is experiencing this relationship for the first time . (I have tried to add a little humour and a twist to the plot.) This is completely fiction. Any relations to real or dead people, is completely coincidental. If you're under age, or are offended by any type of male intimacy, or if it is illegal for you to read this material, please leave. I retain the ownership of this story. Please donate to Nifty! You may contact me at wilsonddwilsondd@gmail.com Gay Underwear As my heart is no longer working all that well, my doctor has told me that I should go for a walk every day. One of my favourite walks is along the beach at the base of a fifty foot cliff, it is only possible at low tide. Half way along the beach there is a rock that projects out into the sea. Today I was a little early and I could not get around this rock until the tide when out further so I lay down on the warm sand and dosed off. I was woken by a boys voice, "Hello, are you all right." I woke, opened my eyes and standing before me was a most beautiful boy. Or at least the bit I could see. He was six feet, slim build and fair hair with a nice pair of hairy legs. But in between he was covered in a shapeless white T shirt and huge black shorts down to his knees. "I was just waiting for the tide to go out." I replied. "I will help you to climb over. It is quite easy, I'm Andy by the way," the boy said. "I'm Fred, I might be a bit old to climb that." He positioned himself with his back to the rock. "Now stand facing me. I don't mind if you push against me." Andy instructed. I could feel my bulge pressing against his. With instructions as to where the foot and hand holds were, I climbed half way up until my bulge pressing into his face. I was sure that it was not necessary for his face to rub my bulge the way he did. He then said to rest a moment before putting both hands under my left foot and projecting me to the top. He threw his back pack up and scrambled up landing almost on top of me. We untangled ourselves and walked across to the other side and Andy found it necessary to put his arm around my shoulders to help me. I then slithered down followed by Andy. As we walked along the beach I asked about his schooling and found that he was over the age of consent and he was studying the same subjects that I had years before. He lived with his father who was a doctor specialising in something to do with how nerves control muscles and using electronics to replace damaged nerves. Andy's ambition was to get a degree in medical engineering and work in the same field but as an average student he was not sure that he would be accepted. At the end of the beach there is another place where the tide has to be low to safely pass. "I think that we better wait for the tide to go out. It will be okay in half an hour," Andy said looking at the next rock barrier. "Lets get some sun," pulling his shirt off, "will you rub sun block on my back?" Andy said grinning at me. I rubbed sun block over his back and his chest. "Thanks, that felt great." "My pleasure, I liked doing that, and will you do my back and you may as well take those huge shorts off." "I can't lie hear in my underwear." "Why not they are probably bigger than a pair of speedos." "Are you going to take your shorts off." "No I can't, I have gay underwear on, that is what it is advertised as." "What makes underwear gay." "This has a hole that you put your junk through and then a flap that covers it up. Not very stable." "Come on show me." We looked at each other for a moment and then pulled our short down. I had to hold the flap on my underpants in place to cover my boner. Andy grabbed my hand and pulled it away letting the flap slip and displaying everything. "You are different, I have not seen a cut cock hard before, can you wank the same." "I think so but I have never played with an uncut cock, can I." Andy pushed down his tiny tight underpants, and his seven inch cock escaped, sprung up and hit his stomach. We lay down on our sides Andy's left hand exploring my old junk and my right hand exploring Andy's cock and balls and moving his foreskin to find out what I had lost. "If you keep that up you know what will happen." "Good. It feel better than wanking." "I'm cumming," we both gasped at almost the same time. I shot a load further than I through my old junk would ever manage again. Andy followed by shot after shot landing on my chest and finishing dribbling into my hand. I licked my hand clean of his young spunk. Andy looked at me and said, "That's gross, what does it taste like." "Sort of fruity with salt, Nice." I collapsed, my old heart racing and pounding. I thought I must not have a heart attack. My lovely beautiful boy, my first boy, my boy, I could not let him think that his beauty and my lust had killed me. He must not have to live with that for the rest of his life. My pray was answered, my heart returned to normal. I looked into Andy's eyes, "Thank you, you have made an old man very happy." Andy leaned over and gave me a quick kiss and said, "You have made a young man very happy." We climbed around the last rock and just before the track led up to the cliff top there was a little private spot where we could not be seen. I pulled him to me, he pulled away with surprise and then wrapped his arm around me and kissed me. A short climb and we were back at my car. "I will give you my e-mail address, we may be able to meet again but if we don't, remember you are my beautiful boy and I will do anything to help you from school work to fun stuff." Andy took the paper and just said, "See you latter," and walked off down the road. * * * * * * * * I some how managed to drive home without hitting anything. I was not thinking of anything but my beautiful boy and the feel of his boner in my hand and his hand gently moving on mine I pulled into the garage and put my hand down to give myself a little squeeze and I came again. At my age, creaming my pants, I thought it impossible. That evening Andy sent me an e-mail. It just said, "That was awesome." The next day we arranged to meet at the same place but an hour latter. I saw Andy with another boy at the car park and we both pretended that we did not know each other. I walked down the beach and waited but he did not come. That evening Andy sent me an e-mail. It just said, "Sorry I was with a friend," with a photo attached, a photo of my beautiful boy at full mast. I had to reply that he should not sends information of that nature to people that he did not know but he could trust me to keep it safe and that the information would be very useful and had already proved its value. Andy replied asking for a photo but I refused and that did not please him and I had to wait for three weeks for another e-mail. Hi My beautiful old wanking Buddy, You said if I needed any help of any sort. I need help badly with my physics. The teacher is only re-leaving until they find a new one. He is old. You look young and sexy compared with him. This last week I have not understood one word of electrical theory. Is this stuff you know. Your beautiful Boy Andy. Hi My beautiful boy, I know the trouble you are having. An old teacher is probably teaching you the way he was taught. I can remember a lecture taught like that, and I could not understand. I can teach you the modern way. It is actually very easy E-mail me anything you have and with skype we can sort it. If that does not work we will have to find some where to meet. Your old Buddy. A few hours of preparation for me and a few hours on skype and Andy had a good understanding. His next e-mail made me very happy. Hi My beautiful genius old Buddy. Got the assignment back. I got 100%. No one else got over 50%. The teacher even copied my work and gave it to the class. I would like to give you a blow job to say thank you. Or two. Your Beautiful Boy Andy. Hi Andy, my very cleaver boy, that made me so very happy Your old Buddy Fred. A few days latter I received his next e-mail. Hi My sexy genius old Buddy, I have a different sort of a problem. I real hope you don't mind my asking you. I have a boy friend, Bruce, that I have known for ages. I real have the hots for him, after what we did, all I want is to do the same with him and more. But I am scared to tell him as I may lose my best friend. Help Your special boy Andy. Hi Andy, that is easy. Find some suitable porn watch it together and be brave and have a wank with him watching and see what develops. Your old Buddy Fred. Hi My sexy genius old Buddy, I can't do that. My dad has installed spy ware on my computer and he will know any porn site I try to look at and it will be blocked. I am sure that E-mail is okay he can't read them. Any other ideas. Your special Boy Andy. Hi Andy, How about gay underpants. It worked for us. I found a shop in China that has an interesting range. Don't consider anything effeminate. Let your friend see you and bring the conversation around to discussing it. That covers the right part of the body. I will buy it for you if you need me too. Your old Buddy Fred. Hi My beautiful sexy genius ( not so ) old Buddy, It worked. My cock is sore, and Bruce says he blew his balls out. I love you. Your special boy Andy. ........................ Andy and Bruce came out from the last class of the day. "Bruce, come back to my place and we can write up that lesson together. I have to pick up a package at the Post Office on the way home. Is that okay," said Andy They rode together to the shops and Andy run in and collected his package and ran back to his bike. "What have you brought that you are excited about," Bruce asked and grabbed the package and looked at the label. "The sexy underwear company, sound like you are buying lacy underwear, you into wearing girlie underwear?" "No its not," Andy said with annoyance, "If you must know it is gay underwear." "What is gay underwear, I will have to see this. Are you gay?" "Yes, I suppose that you hate me now," and a tear run down Andy face. Bruce wiped the tear away with his finger, " Don't cry, I'm gay. I have had the hots for you for ever. You never made a move. I thought you were super straight. Quick, I'm hard, lets go to your place and fix it." ........................... Hi My genius (not so) old Buddy, Dad found out that I am gay, He was good about it. But I did not like how he grinned when he told me that he came home and found Bruce and me hard at it. ( His words.) He went out and came back making a lot of noise. Your special boy Andy. I spent my days during the rest of the school year preparing and relearning so I could tutor my special Boy. We skyped each other , every day, sometimes Bruce joined us. They were both good student and happy as boyfriends. Andy was now in the top two in his class. When the final exams arrived he e-mailed me after each exam and he was always happy with the exam. *************** After the last exam there was silence from Andy. No e-mail and no skype. The results came and still silence. A week later, silence. I thought that he should be a little grateful for the work I had done tutoring him even if I had enjoyed doing it. Then I was just annoyed at the ungrateful boy. Then it changed to self doubt, was I a silly old man who had taught him a lot of silly out of date stuff and caused him to fail. It was two weeks after the results came out I received an e-mail. Hi Fred, I would like to thank you. Can you meet me at the seat between the back of the police station and the beach tomorrow at 12.00 Andy. I knew where the seat was. He could have said, the seat outside the men's public toilet. Was that his idea of saying thank you – a quick wank in a public toilet next to the police station. I felt I should refuse but instead replied that I will be there. I arrived early and sat where he told me to wait with a view of the entrance to the toilets. There was a surprising number of hot twinks that needed to pee and some looked at me and I could read on there faces what they were thinking. "Dirty old man perving at the boys using the toilet," but there was one that smiled at me and I think that he must have liked dirty old men. Exactly on time, Andy arrived. It was the first time I had seen him dressed up. He was wearing a T shirt that showed off his nice slim body and black skinny jeans that were propped out in just the right places. He was hot. "Hi, come, I am going to buy you lunch," Andy said turning and walking briskly off in the direction of a restaurant. It was not until he stopped at a table that I was able to catch up and ask, "How are your exam results?" "Good, I won a scholarship." I could not stop myself, I hugged him and kissed his forehead and said, "My beautiful genius boy, I am so happy," I even shed a few tear of joy. Andy pushed me away, turned bright red and gave me a look of hatred and turned and said, "This is my father, dad this is Fred." "Oh shit," I said as I turned to face his father and shake his hand. His father was an older copy of Andy. "Call me John, is it okay if I call you Fred." It was not the most enjoyable lunch. Andy's father was the perfect host and maintained the conversation. Andy hardly said one word and looked as if the world had ended. I was all the time thinking what does he know. Does he think that I seduced his son and turned him gay. It was not until we stood up to leave that John said, "There is a certain matter of some e-mails you sent my son that I would like to discuss with you. Could you come home so that we can have a private conversation." John took us home in his car and we sat in his lounge with a beer each. Andy's father started by telling me that about three months ago the school had told him that Andy was no longer an average student and may be their top student. His teacher were surprised at his remarkable improvement. He had asked Andy and he said that he had an internet friend who was helping him but was vague about who the friend was. He decided to see if his e-mail would explain who this mysterious friend was. He found some suspicious e-mail but did nothing that could jeopardize Andy's success. After the exams he decided to find the truth from Andy. John started the interrogation, "I have read the e-mail you have sent to my son. I understand from your e-mail that you have had sex with my son, how did you meet, what did you do and how often do you have sex and where?" "Sir! I will answer all your question truthfully but there is no need to subject your son to this embarrassment. Would you please permit him to leave the room." " Yes, that is fair." "We met on the beach below here and Andy helped me to climb that rock that blocks the beach. His behaviour suggested that he was interested in gay sex. When we had to wait for the tide we lay in the sun and I suggested he remove his huge black short and he suggested that I remove mine. My underwear was inadequate to conceal that I was erect and circumcised. We then investigating the nature of our circumcised and un-circumcised state which result in mutual masturbation to organism. That is our only sexual contact. Today was the second time we have met in person. We never had internet sex. I hope that answers your question ?" "Am I to believe that you did all the tutoring for nothing?" "Yes, I did it for fun and to give some meaning to my life. I like your son. In case you have not noticed you have a very nice boy." "Did you expect thank you sex?" "No, but a hug and a thank you would have been nice. I await your verdict." Andy came in. He had been listing at the door. " I have something to say. What he said is true, It was not Fred's fault. That day I woke up horny. I put on the smallest shorts I have and a long T shirt and went down to the beach to try to pick up any half decent looking man. The only man there was Kevin, that physiotherapist that you car pooled with. He was out walking his mother's dog. I lifted up the T shirt and it was obvious what I wanted. He said that he was gay but did not like twinks only older guys. He told me not to be so stupid and go home and put on some decent clothing. That is why I had on those big black shorts. But I was still horny." Silence. John broke the silence, "This is a bit too close to home. Andy I think it is time to tell you about me, my tutor and your mother but I want to clear my head first. I am going for a walk, and Andy while I am out thank your old wanking buddy properly." "What does that mean. Is he telling me to give you a blow job." "I don't know. Maybe he is telling you, to let me give you a blow job." "He stopped me from e-mailing you. Said that I could say goodbye to University if I did not do what he said. I didn't have Bruce either, he's staying with his grandparents." I moved over and sat beside him and gave him a hug and some how we ended up lying on the sofa wrapped in each others arms and crying. It was the stress of the last hour. When John returned we didn't move. He called from the kitchen, "Would you like some coffee," and came in with three mug of coffee. Andy and I sat close together and sipped our coffee. John said, "This is going to be hard. I have never told anyone. Andy you should know and Fred I will tell you too." "When I was your age Andy, I also had an old tutor. He was a retired teacher, he must have been an exceptional teacher. He changed me into a top class student. I have him to thank for where I am today. He was not like you Fred. He did not do it for love he did it for lust. Sex! I went to his place four time a week and each time it was the same He called it cleaning my mind. He would suck me off and then talk about day to day stuff followed by an hour of intense teaching and then he called it getting me ready for bed, he would suck me off again. He never once let me touch him or see if he was hard." "At University I met your mother and we tried sex. It was not good. It was not as good as a wank. Don't go all embarrassed Andy, Fathers wank too. I blamed my tutor and I went around to his place and abused him using every fowl word I knew. I probably invented some. That night I had sex with your mother. Hot uncontrolled passionate sex. Andy you are the result. We got married but the passionate sex never happened again. I realised, and she somehow knew that I was gay. That is why we divorced. But I am gay with a difference, I never see any real man or boy that excites me. There has only been one man that has given me the slightest thrill and he is Kevin who you tried to pick up." "Hell, I can't take all this," Andy said with a blank look on his face. "I have two regrets. I should have explained it all to your mother and we may have made a go of it. She is a good person. And I should have apologise to my tutor. I tried. I went to his house but he had moved." " I might be able to find him if he is still alive. I am quite good with that sort of thing." " Fred I want to take you out for a proper meal, Not like today. Next Saturday night?" ************** On Saturday morning the door bell rang. It was Andy. He was very upset, He rushed at me and wrapped his arm around me. He could hardly speak. "My father told me to get out of the house and never come back." "What happened, what did you do?" "I invited Kevin the physiotherapist guy that Dad likes to the house. I told him to look his best, he was wearing a pink shirt and white skinny jeans with a nice bulge, he did look hot, too hot for dad!" "That was not wise." "Dad yelled that he was not having his son acting as match maker and to get out and never come back and he pushed me out the door. He did not throw Kevin out straight away..... Kevin may talk some sense into him." "We will give him a few hour to cool down and then go and see him. At the worst you can stay here for a few days until he settles down." "You don't thing that he meant it." "I am sure that he does not." In the afternoon we went back to Andy's home. The door was not locked and we went into the lounge. There was clothing scattered everywhere and there was some noisy activity going on in the bedroom. Andy whispered to me, "Dad is banging Kelvin's ass." "How do you know that he is the banger not the bangee." "I can tell by his voice. We had better get out of here." "You leave a note saying you are with me and put that on top," I said picking up a triangle edged in lace with some elastic attached. "What is that, Oh I see that not just gay underwear. That's kinky gay underwear." There was nothing to do but exit quietly and go home and await developments. Andy said laughing, "I wonder if Kevin's mum washes his underpants. He could not hide that he was gay if she does." Just as I was starting a meal for Andy the door bell rang. I opened the door to two men in suits, an older woman and a well dressed boy. My first thought was selling religion. I can do without that today. "Can we come in," I realised it was Andy's father. "May I introduce you to Kevin my partner and Kevin's mother and Bruce. I have booked a table at a good restaurant. I would like all of you to join Kevin and me for our celebration!" The end.