Date: Fri, 7 May 2010 13:11:51 -0500
From: J. M. Vincent <shyoldguy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Y-Front Briefs

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Y-FRONT BRIEFS
(adult/teen)
BY:
shyoldguy

This was our third night sleeping in the shelter, the noises and smells
were keeping me awake. I was sleeping in my clothes that I would wear to
school again tomorrow, my thread bare tennis shoes under my pillow so no
one would steal them. I hadn't had a shower since we started staying
here. I just couldn't bring myself to even go in the filthy men's shower
room let alone stand naked in the communal showers with all those men.

All this started when my dad died two years ago when I was twelve. We had
lived in a nice house in a decent neighborhood, but then that drunk driver
changed everything. We had to move out of the house just after the funeral,
and we moved into a small apartment, but mom lost her job, and had a hard
time finding another one. We moved from one dumpy place to another until we
ended up here.

Mom had started acting funny last year, she needed to be on medication, but
we couldn't afford it. The doctors had said it was a mild form of
schizophrenia that should respond well to medication, but she can't get a
job without the medication, and can't get the medication without a job. I
didn't know what to do.

We met Max the first night we were at the shelter, he was a volunteer on
the food line, and seemed like a nice guy. It turned out he was a doctor,
and recognized what was happening to my mom. He took me aside, and said
that he might be able to help, and gave me his business card. He said if I
could get my mom to his clinic, he would see what he could do to help. I
busted my butt to get her there, and he checked her over, and gave her some
sample medications. They seemed to be helping.

On the weekend, he offered her a job as his housekeeper, and we moved into
the apartment over his garage. I had my first hot shower in over a week,
and I still felt like I smelled like the shelter. The apartment only had
one bed room, so I slept there, and mom slept on a pull out couch in the
living area. Max was super nice to us, my mom was acting more normal; she
still slept a lot, but kept his house clean, and fixed some good meals.

Max spent a lot of time with me, he said he had never had a son, and hoped
I didn't mind the attention.  He helped me with my homework and my grades
started to improve. After we had been there for a couple of weeks he took
me to the mall, and bought me some new clothes. I felt a little awkward
when he came in the dressing room with me to check how they fit, me
standing there in my ratty underpants as he handed me different size pants
to try on.

Before we left the boy's department he picked up a package of boys white
y-front briefs, and one of boxers, and took them to the register. I was a
little embarrassed when the cashier picked them up to put them in the
bag. Underwear was a personal thing; I guess I was being overly modest.

The next day when I went to school I almost felt like a normal kid. One day
when I was helping mom in the kitchen, Max said that I sure looked cute in
the new clothes, but it looked like I needed some new shoes to go with
them.

He took me to a shoe store in the mall and picked out a pair of loafers,
and a bright red pair of Ked's for me. He got down on the floor in front of
me to help me try them on; he ran his hands over my bare feet, gently
caressing them as he slipped them into the shoes.

He also let his hand travel up my calf as he held out my leg to check if
the toes were too tight. I was wearing some new shorts he had bought me and
his hand on my bare skin made me feel weird. He must have been able to look
up my pants leg, because he asked if I preferred the boxers I was wearing
over briefs. I felt a little uncomfortable, and just said "Yeah, they are
more comfortable." He just nodded his head and put my foot down.

"I don't think there is anything cuter than a boy your age in a pair of
white y-fronts, and white socks . . . and nothing else." He said. Making me
squirm as his hand traveled up my thigh. He bought a bag of white socks on
his way out of the store, a smile on his face.

I noticed after that day, that he was a little more touchy feely with me,
you know putting his arm around me when he sat next to me to help with my
homework. He would rub the back of my neck when he stood next to me talking
to mom. It made me feel uncomfortable, but I wasn't going to say anything
since he had been so nice to me and my mom.

One Saturday morning, mom had taken the station wagon Max let her drive to
go grocery shopping and I was sleeping in a little later. Max came up to
the apartment and into my room. He woke me up when he sat on the edge of
the bed. I was a little uncomfortable because all I had on was a pair of
boxers, and I had morning wood, after all I am a normal fourteen year
old. The tent was obvious under the light sheet covering my mostly naked
body.

Max looked at the protrusion, and smiled. "I get those too in the morning,
it's perfectly natural. You do know how to take care of that don't you?" I
blushed three different shades of red, and nodded my head.  I started
shooting when I was twelve, and beat off a couple of times a day, but this
was not something I was comfortable talking about.

"You know, it is more fun when someone else helps you with that don't you?"
He had a funny look on his face, and was making me nervous. I had a funny
feeling deep inside, and my weenie got even harder. I was kind of excited
by the thought of someone else's hand wrapped around my dick. I had thought
about it before, I had thought about some of the girls at school, and what
we could do alone together. I had also thought about some of the boys
too. A book I read in the library said that was normal for boys my age, but
we would out grow it. It didn't say anything about wanting an old guy like
Max to play with my weenie. Was that normal?

He started to gently run his hand over my hairless chest, stopping at my
nipples long enough to lightly pinch them. My balls started to throb. He
moved his hand down and under the sheet. His fingers tenderly touched my
dick head through the soft cotton of my boxers. I wanted to tell him to
stop, but it did feel good, and he had done so many nice things for us
. . .

His long thin fingers slipped through the opening in the front of my
boxers, and his skin touched my skin. His fingers were so warm and soft as
they firmly wrapped around my now throbbing shaft. I gasped as the sensual
feeling charged through my body. "You like that don't you Danny?" he said
as more of a statement than a question. I wanted to say no; stop, but that
would have been a lie. I did want it, but I was still so scared.

He pulled the sheet down exposing my proud stiff boy cock sticking out of
the front of the boxers he had bought me, and I knew I could never say no
to him. He leaned in, his lips tenderly touching the head of my dick. He
kissed it, ever so gently, just a brush of his wet, warm lips. His lips
parted and his hot moist tongue licked my pee slit. I could feel my balls
start to draw up. "Oh Max, I'm going to cum . . ."

His mouth opened wide, as my white hot boy seed shot out of my slit with
more force than I have ever felt. I lunged forward with my hips, plunging
my boy cock into his mouth, his lips sealed over it, and he started sucking
my spunk out of my balls. "Oh . . .  Max, . . . AAAAaaaa" The biggest load
of my young life filled his mouth.

When I was done, and the last quiver of my dick signaled that it was
starting to get soft, Max pulled off. He used his tongue to clean my boy
cock, and he slipped it back into my boxers. "Go back to sleep Danny, and
don't tell anyone about this. I would hate for you and your mom to end up
back in that shelter."

He didn't need to warn me, I knew what would happen if anyone ever found
out. Not only would we end up living in hell, but I would die of
embarrassment if anyone knew that I enjoyed feeding my dick to an old guy
like Max.

After he left, I just lay there. What have I done . . . I should be upset,
crying, something. I mean, I have just been molested. I wasn't supposed to
enjoy it, but I did. My only real regret was that I didn't get to suck him
off. I wanted to see his big man-sized tool, feel it throb in my mouth;
taste his hot cum as he face fucked me, his hand holding my hair.

I got out of bed, and went into the small bathroom. I stepped out of my
boxers, leaving them in a pile on the floor where they fell. I adjusted the
water, and stepped into the cascading spray. The feel of the gentle fingers
of water trickling over my soft almost hairless body got my cock hard
again.

My balls were relaxed in the warm water and bounced from side to side as my
hand tightened around my shaft, and started that motion that every boy
knows. I replayed in my mind how it felt in Max's mouth, how warm, and
tight, how I enjoyed seeing his face as he devoured my cock . . . and as
only a teen boy can . . . I shot another load. My boy spunk splattered all
over the plastic shower wall, and then dribbled down my hand, off my balls,
and then disappeared down the drain.

A few days latter, Max was helping me with my homework after dinner. We
were alone in his house, and Mom had gone back to our apartment to sleep. I
had been wondering when he would do something with me again. I had sort of
been looking forward to it, but he hadn't done anything more than the light
touches he had done before. So . . . I decided to take the lead, the
waiting was getting too much for me.

I excused myself from the table, and went into the bathroom. I pulled off
my shirt and jeans, kicking off the Ked's he had bought me, and looked at
my body in the mirror. All I had on were white y-front briefs, and those
white socks he liked. My cock was hard just thinking about pleasing him
this way. Maybe this time I could please him in other ways too.

I walked back into the kitchen, and he looked up. His eyes lit up, and he
smiled showing his big white teeth. "Well don't you look cute." He said
holding his hand out to me. I walked over and he put his hand on the back
of my head and pulled my mouth to his. His lips were warm and moist, his
tongue flicked on mine. I parted them for him and let him probe the dark
wet recesses of my mouth. His hand slid down my back on onto my cotton
covered butt. He caressed each cheek, gently squeezing my tight round
globes.

He moved his mouth to my neck, and gently bit me. His hand went under the
leg on the tight briefs, and his fingers probed that sensitive area between
my hole and balls. I moaned. "You are so cute, and feel so nice" he mumbled
into my neck.

He pulled back from me and in one motion he picked me up and sat my butt
onto the kitchen table. He placed his hand in the middle of my naked chest,
and pushed me onto my back. He lifted my legs, and pulled aside the crotch
of my little boy briefs, and exposed my tight little boy hole. He didn't
hold back, but plunged his mouth into my crack, his tongue licking and
probing my poop hole.

I had never even thought of someone doing something like that to me, but
the sensation was wonderful. I couldn't believe how good it felt. My cock
was so hard that it almost hurt; it throbbed in its tight white
cocoon. Max's hands caressed my body, my chest, my thighs, down my legs. He
massaged my tight little balls, and when his tongue pressed into my boy
pussy, I couldn't hold back . . . I shot my load in the white cotton
briefs.

Max moved his mouth to the wet bulge in the front of my briefs, and sucked
my boy seed out of the material. My heart was beating a hundred miles an
hour, and I was having a hard time catching my breath. My boy cock was so
sensitive, and his mouth moving around on it was still driving me crazy.

I pushed his face away, and sat up. My hands went to his belt and I
unclipped it in one easy motion. I unsnapped the front of his pants and
lowered his zipper. Max just stood there and let me do it. As his pants
fell to his knees, it exposed a pair of white cotton y- fronts like I was
wearing. He was right; they were sexy to look at.

His cock was hard and leaking, there was a wet spot on the front of the
soft white fabric. I knew he wanted me, but he didn't take the first
move. I slid off the table, and took his briefs by the waist band, pulling
them out and down exposing his huge dripping pole. I slid them down his
hairy legs until they met his pants at his knees. He sat down in one of the
kitchen chairs spreading his legs and moving his pants and underwear to his
feet.

I crawled between his knees, his large cock inches from my face. It was
long, very long, and thin with a large cap. The shaft was dark and filled
with bulging veins, the cap a light pink, and damp with pre-cum. There was
a heady, musky smell that was all man, not a bad smell, one that exuded
sex, and maybe a little need. He needed me.

That thought turned me on more than anything else, being needed. I stuck
out my tongue and lapped one of his low hanging hairy balls. I took his man
egg into my mouth and swirled my tongue around tasting his flesh. I could
feel his ball swell in my mouth. He liked this.  I slid my tongue up his
hot throbbing shaft, twirling it around his shiny cap.  He moaned and put
both of his hands on the back of my head.

His rod slid deeper into my mouth, I started sucking, tasting his pre-cum
as it leaked onto my tongue. I had never tasted cum before; I had never
even tasted my own cum. Until Max touched me the other day, I was a total
virgin, and now . . . I was in cum soaked white briefs and socks between a
man's legs, sucking his rock hard cock like I had been doing it all my
life. More than that . . . I was loving it.

I loved the way it made me feel, I loved giving Max something he wanted in
return for all he had done for me and mom. I loved the dirty, slightly
guilty feeling in my gut. I loved the power I had over this man, and the
feeling of being needed. I loved the taste of his thin clear pre-cum as it
filled my mouth. I just loved it all, and my cocklet had gotten hard again
to prove it.

Max started moaning, and his hips started undulating, slowly at first, and
then faster and faster. He was pushing his hot, swelling rod deeper into my
mouth; he started grunting and entwined his fingers in my long blond
hair. And then . . . he got very still, and very quiet. With one long
grunt, he unloaded his seed in my mouth, shot after shot, his cock jerking
with each squirt. "Oh Danny, so sweet, such a sweet young boy . . . ."

Words I loved hearing. He let go of the back of my head, his hands dropping
to his sides, his head tilted back his contented face pointed to the
ceiling, his deep dark eyes closed, and a smile on his face. I know he
enjoyed it.

I didn't want it to be over, I wanted more. I climbed into his lap, my
front to his front, a leg on each side of his hips, my feet hanging out the
back of the chair. I wiggled my cotton covered butt on his half hard cock;
he moaned and wrapped his arms around me pulling close. I could smell his
cologne, and his intoxicating man smell. My cock was rock hard and rubbing
the tight muscles of his stomach.

His hand moved down and pulled aside the white cotton briefs, his now hard
cock cradled in my tight youthful crack. I started rocking my hips, his
long thin rod sliding up and down my ass, brushing that very sensitive poop
hole. It was still wet with my saliva, and his cum, so when he pressed
against my little boy pussy, it opened and his cap slipped in.  I was
expecting pain, but all I felt was pleasure. I rocked my hips in time with
his thrusts, and his long thin man tool slid deeper inside me.

"Do you like it Max, is this what you wanted?" I whispered in his ear.

"Oh, fuck Danny, yes . . . yes, I have dreamt about this for so long. Do
you like it Danny; do you like my cock inside you?" His voice was thick
with passion.

"Yes, oh yes, I never knew it could feel like this. Fuck me, do it harder."
And he did

My throbbing cock rubbing the inside of the cotton briefs could not take
much more. It took a while for him to hit his second load, he is way past
fourteen, but it must have been very powerful for him, he yelled out when
he filled my insides with his cum. My nut busted a second time, coating the
white briefs with my seed and wetting the hair on his stomach.

"Thank you Max, thank you for everything." I whispered into his ear.

EPILOGUE

 I moved out of the apartment and into a guest room in the main house, Max
convinced mom to make him my guardian. It really did make sense to all of
us. When mom died two years later, he hired another housekeeper. She was an
elderly lady that was raising her ten year old son. He sure looks cute in
those y-front briefs and white socks that I bought him.

Well, what do you think? I love hearing from you guys. Am I getting any
better writing stories about little boys? shyoldguy@hotmail.com