The Voyeur 

Charlie was a good looking kid. He was your typical high school
jock. His  best friend was Jeff Adams. They were sitting on the
ground in Chuck's  driveway sweaty and hot from having played 
about 2 hours of one-on-one  basketball. Both boys had long ago
stripped off their t-shirts. Chuck's  cut off jeans were dark 
from the sweat. They stuck to his legs and irritated  the hell 
out of his balls but there didn't seem to be much he could do 
about  that. He had glanced over at Jeff who wore loose fitting
shorts and wished  he had also chosen to wear his gym shorts. 

Chuck found himself staring at Jeff's crotch. Looking up along 
his buddy's  solid legs he spotted a flash of white. Jeff's 
underwear was showing. Chuck  could see the doubled over cloth 
sown around the leg opening and a bulging  pouch filled with 
cock and balls. The sight made him realize all the more  just 
how much he got turned on by underwear and why his neighbor did
what he  did. It also made him think back to the one time last 
year when late one  night, after drinking too much and spending
too many hours talking about  "getting it" he and Jeff had 
ended up in a two man circle jerk. 

It had started out with the two of them just trying to adjust 
their swelling  cocks as they talked "about it". Pretty soon 
both boys had become aware of  eachother and without any words 
being spoken, both had pulled out their cocks and jerked off. 
They no sooner had shot their loads when the "guilts"  settled 
on each guy. Neither said anymore about it that night or since.


Chuck thought about some of the things he had done lately and 
started getting  a hard on. He could never talk to Jeff about 
his neighbor or some of the  great solitary jerk off sessions 
he had up in his bed room. Chuck knew that  Jeff would never 
understand why he had started getting his kicks from  
underwear.

"Let's call it a day, OK?" , said Chuck wiping the sweat from 
his face and  chest with his t-shirt. "I'm hot, soaked and 
tired."

"Yeah, I've had enough. I should get home to clean up and eat. 
I wanted to  catch the early bargain movie downtown. You 
interested in going?"

"Yeah. My folks are gone for the night. I'll meet you back here
in about an  hour and we'll head out."

"I don't know if I'll make it that quickly 'cause I know my mom
will make me  eat with the rest of the family."

"You could call her and tell her you're eating here. We could 
clean up and  grab a pizza before the show. We'd have plenty of
time."

"I don't know. I'm soaked. I've got to shower and change."

"So you'll wear my clothes. We're the same size."

"Sounds OK to me." said Jeff as the two boys got up and hurried
inside to make the call. Within minutes everything was set with
Jeff's Mom.

"Go ahead first." suggested Chuck. "Shower up and dress while I
take the  garbage out."

Jeff went up to Chuck's room and quickly stripped of his sweaty
clothes. He  tossed them on the floor and headed to the shower.
Chuck walked in as Jeff's  bare ass disappeared into the 
bathroom. He moved over to the pile of clothing and spotted the
white underwear laying on the top of the pile. He picked them 
up and examined them. They were hot and sweaty from Jeff and 
there were a few dark pubic hairs trapped in the cloth near the
fly. Chuck could tell that  they were Fruit of the Loom and 
when he looked at the label he could just make out a 28-30 
size. 

He stripped out of his own clothes. He was glad Jeff was in the
shower  because Chuck had on his "fancy" underwear. He never 
wore it to school  because he didn't like changing in the 
locker room when he had these colored  Calvins on. He slipped 
out of everything and waited naked.

Jeff came out with just a towel wrapped around his shoulders. 
His heavy cock  hanging softly and moving as he walked. His 
light brown hair had formed a  dark forest at the base of the 
tool.

"That feels good! Getting as shower is one of the great 
feelings!"

"Yeah, its my turn now. Hunt around and you'll find something 
to wear." said  Chuck as he moved into the bathroom for his 
shot at the shower.

Jeff opened the second draw from the bottom of Chuck's dresser 
and found the  underwear drawer. It seemed like an unwritten 
rule that all guys used that  for underwear. There was an 
assortment to choose from and Jeff seemed to  enjoy his mini 
shopping trip. Chuck's drawer had lots of both plain white  
briefs and the fancy colored kind. He spotted the Jockey name 
on some of the  neatly folded waistbands as well as Calvin 
Klein and Perry Ellis. 

Jeff never realized how many brands of men's underwear actually
had names on  them. There were some with neat lettering saying 
John Henry and others that  advertised Brut. One even said 
"Hang Ten" Jeff started to smile and thought  how there should 
be "Hang Eight" or "Hang Six" and everyone could wear just  the
"right size" underwear.

There were white underwear with stripes on the waistband and 
some with just  plain white elastic. Some of the colored ones 
had no elastic at all. Tucked off in one corner were a few jock
straps. 

He could hear the shower turn off and figured that Chuck would 
be out in a  moment. Without taking too much more time Jeff 
chose a pair of plain white  Calvin Klein to put on. They felt 
great as he pulled them up and adjusted his balls and cock. 
They fit just right. There wasn't any of that loose cheap  feel
his own underwear always had. The cloth pulled tightly over the
curve of his rear end and sat lower on his waist. He couldn't 
explain it but he felt a little excited standing there in 
Chuck's underwear, especially these  Calvin's. He felt like the
model in the Calvin Klein magazine ad that lay on  the bright 
desert background wearing only his briefs.

He grabbed a pair of 501 jeans out of Chuck's closet and pulled
them on just  as Chuck came out of the bathroom.

"You're right. A shower feels great."

"Yea!" Jeff answered, feeling a little embarassed about his 
thoughts. He  wondered what underwear Chuck himself would 
choose.

"I grabbed these 501's Chuck. I hope you don't mind."

"No. Go ahead. Any of the shirts is OK too." Chuck had toweled 
off and was  standing at his own dresser. "Whose underwear do 
you have on?"

"What? I mean...yours of course."

"I know that but whose brand?"

"Just plain ones. Not your fancy kind."

"Yeah but what brand?"

"Calvin's."

"They're great. You'll like them." Turning back to the drawer 
Chuck picked  out a pair for himself. "I think I'll wear Old 
John Henry tonight." as he  shook out a pair of white, fly 
front, lo-rise shorts. "Or maybe these Calvins just like the 
ones you have on." he said as he put the first briefs back in  
the drawer and took out a second pair.

"I never knew there were so many brands." said Jeff.

"Neither did I." Chuck answered as he stepped into his briefs.

"How come you have so many?"

"It's a long story and I don't know if you'd believe me. 
Besides, I might get embarassed." Chuck had reached in and was 
adjusting his balls and cock off to the left of the white 
cotton pouch.

"What do you mean?"

"Well you remember that night you and I got drunk and 
....well...jerked off?" Chuck continued as he walked to the 
closet showing  Jeff his bubble butt.

Chuck's last comment made Jeff start to blush.

"Yeah...well..we were drunk."

"I know but that doesn't mean I don't jerk off. Everyone does. 
Right?"

"No. I mean I guess they do."

"Don't hand me any of this THEY stuff. I know you must." Chuck 
teased as he pulled on his 501's and began buttoning the fly.

"Yeah well...That still doesn't tell me anything about all the 
different  underwear you have."

"Look. If you promise not to laugh or tell anyone I'll tell you
all about  it."

"You're on."

"Well..when I jerk off, I usually lay on my bed. When I come I 
usually shoot  into a towel or some underwear so I don't make a
mess." 

Jeff was a little embarassed listening to his best friend make 

this  confession. He also wanted to hear more and figured he 
would make Chuck more  comfortable if he told some of his 
secrets too. "I usually do it in the  shower. Sometimes my Mom 
yells because I'm in there so long."

"Wait now. This gets better. See if you sit on my bed you can 
look out my  window. I never thought about it because I'm on 
the second floor and there's  nothing over there except my 
neighbor's attic. One night I'm laying here  stroking away and 
realized that my neighbor was over there watching. I got  real 
paranoid and turned of all my light."

"No shit. What happened?"

"I closed up the blinds and went to sleep without finishing 
myself off. All I  could think about is that this guy was 
probably watching forever."

"Jeese. I almost got caught once but that was only my folks."

"Well the next day I'm coming home and there he is working on 
his front lawn.  He smiled and said ' Don't be upset. If you 
look behind my garage I'll leave  you something to fill up.'"

"That's all?"

"Yeah that's all. That night I go behind his garage and there's
this little  paper bag. I open it up and there are a pair of 
Jockey underwear. You know,  plain white Jockey with the fly 
that's different. There size 28 which is my  size and there is 
a note that says 'Try these tonight and let me know if you  
like them' . There's also a five dollar bill."

"What did you do?"

"What do you think? I went upstairs and without turning any 
lights on I strip down and put on these Jockeys. There already 
washed and all so they fit  tight. They were real comfortable. 
I figured 'what the hell' and went over  to my bed. I turned on
just the little lamp and started rubbing myself. I  got a rod 
up with the underwear on yet and before I knew it I was 
shooting my  load all into them. I never got to take them off. 
I just came with them on  and it all got soaked up into them."

"Was he there watching?"

"I guess so. Anyway, I put just the underwear back in the bag 
and the next  morning on my way out I leave them behind his 
garage right where I found them.  I checked later and they're 
gone, so I figured he took them."

"You're kidding!"

"No. I wouldn't fool about this. Anyway...I start checking 
every so often.  A few days later there's a bag behind the 
garage again. I take it in and  there's more underwear in it. 
This time there's a note that says ' Try  sleeping in these 
tonight. They're just right for a hot summer night'. I  pull 
them out of the bag and check 'em out. They're white and have a
fly and  all just like my regular ones but they're cut lower 
and a little tighter."

"Yeah."

"Well I do what the note says. I strip down that night and wear
just these  briefs. Anyway I go ahead and lay down on the bed 
with just the little light on and before I know it I'm getting 
a hard on just thinking that the neighbor  is watching me. I 
try to make believe that I was asleep but I end up with  this 
big boner sticking out the top of the underwear. I couldn't 
help it. I  just had to take care of myself. I pushed the 
underwear down just a little  and started jerking off. I shot 
all over me and the bed and all but I took  off the shorts and 
cleaned up with them. The next morning I left them behind  the 
garage and they were gone in an hour."

"Is that guy watching right now?" Jeff asked.

"No he gets home about 6."

"Was he watching the night we...you know?"

"I don't know. Maybe."

"Jeese."

"This whole thing keeps going on. One day there is a pair of 
plain white  Hanes and a pair of colored Hanes in the bag. The 
guy put a five dollar bill  in with them and a note that 
says,'why not wear the ones you like and some  nice loose gym 
shorts. Come on over and talk'"

"You didn't go over did you?"

"I sure did. I went upstairs and tried on both kinds. They were
tight  fitting but the colored Hanes made me feel faggy so I 
put on the white ones  and some gym shorts and went over. The 
whole time the guy is talking he kept  watching my crotch. I 
sat on the ground in front of him and sort of let him  get a 
good view up my leg and ...well..."

"Yeah." prompted Jeff. He realized he was getting turned on by 
Chuck talking. His cock had started to fill with warmth and 
excitement. 

"Nothing really happened. We just talked. At one point he asked
me to stand  up and when I was standing he came over and 
started to reach for the waistband of the gym shorts. I figured
'this is it' but all he did was pull them down  enough so that 
the waistband on the underwear showed. He kept telling me how  
sharp I looked. After a while I had such a fuckin' hard on I 
had to leave or  sit there and shoot my load."

"So!"

"So, I left. I went home and jerked off. I went up to my room 
and turned the light on and laid there and jerked off."

"I can't believe it."

"I told you you wouldn't. Anyway. One Saturday he even takes me
shopping. We went to about five different stores in the mall 
and the only thing we bought  was underwear for me. He acted 
like he was my Dad and we would go in and go  to the men's 
department and shop for briefs. In the one store we asked the  
clerk all sorts of questions about the fancy colored briefs and
ended up  buying the ones that the clerk said he wore. They are
comfortable."

Jeff was trying to move enough to hide his growing cock.

"Later that night." Chuck continued, I went up to my room and 
tried all the  different kinds of underwear on. I stood by my 
mirror and opened each  package. I took out a pair and put them
on and smoothed them out and modeled  them knowing the whole 
time that he was over there watching."

Both Jeff and Chuck were now at the point where neither could 
hide their  cocks. 

"Looks like we're sort of in the same situation as that night 
we drank too  much."

"I think so." Jeff answered. "What time is it?"

"About 6:00."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. He'll be home any minute now."

"Jeese."

"You want to do it?"

"Do what?"

"Don't bull shit me. Let's both give him a show tonight."

"What should I do?"

"Just do what feels good. I'll sort of show you."

"Sounds real good to me. "agreed Jeff. 

"Just do what I say. Let's get over by my window. I'm going to 
sit in that  chair and help you get started. It's just about 
time."

Chuck sat in his desk chair with just his Levis and underpants 
on. He looked  toward his buddy Jeff who stood there in the 
same clothing almost like his  twin.

"Just stand there and start rubbing hour hand over the fly of 
your jeans. Get that cock of yours hard. If it bothers you to 
have me here you can close your  eyes. I'm going to do the same
thing anyway. " 

Jeff's long thin fingers curved over the bulge in his crotch. 
They adjusted  and pressed. Chuck did the same sitting and 
watching. Both boys knew the  neighbor was there. They could 
feel it.

"That's good Jeff. Now just unbutton the fly real slow." Chuck 
watched as  Jeff followed his commands. He saw the bright white
of the underwear show  above the dark blue denim. He couldn't 
explain it. He knew it would be his  own Calvin's right from 
his own dresser that were showing but when the gray  letters 
were exposed on the elastic, his own cock get even harder.

Jeff had the fly on the jeans unbuttoned all the way. The 
underwear stretched where his cock pressed into the soft white 
cotton. His one hand cupped his  balls that filled the pouch 
and his other hand rubbed up and down the swollen  tube that 
pointed up toward his left. Chuck sat watching. He had a solid 
bulge of a hard on but he hadn't started to strip. 

"That's it Jeff. Now take your Levis off. Let's see you just in
underpants.  Do it man." urged Chuck.

Jeff stepped out of the jeans and stood upright facing his 
friend and the  window to the neighbor's house. His adult sized
feet anchored him to the  floor. Solid young boy's legs 
stretched up to the bright white of the  underwear. A little 
fine soft hair covered the muscled calves and thighs. His head 
was tilted back and he closed his eyes. His chest rose in deep 
breaths  as he continued to feel his erect cock that was still 
hidden behind the soft  cotton. There was just a hint of downy 
boy hair between the nipples on his  muscled upper body. His 
stomach was flat and his waist was so solid. The  elastic 
waistband on the Calvin's stretched firmly across the sun 
tanned  flesh. The swollen cock had pulled the elastic down 
into a gentle "U" shape  before the cloth pushed into a tent of
excitement. 

"Oh that's great Jeff. Feel that cock and hold those balls of 
yours," Chuck directed.  His right hand reached through 
the fly of the briefs and his left hand slipped under the 
elastic at the leg openning. He tried to push his erect cock 
through the fly and couldn't. Pausing for a  moment he changed 
tactics and pulled the briefs off to one side of his cock  and 
balls letting them go free. The leg opening stretched beyond 
capacity  and pulled the cloth tightly up his young ass crack. 

"No man. Not that way." Chuck leaned forward and roughly 
grabbed the  waistband of the stretched briefs. He pulled out 
and down forcing the cloth  to free his friend's cock. He 
released it only after getting it part way down Jeff's thighs. 
They snapped back just below Jeff's balls. The cloth pushed  up
forcing his balls tightly up against the bottom of his cock.

Chuck started to unbutton the fly on his own jeans. He slipped 
them down his  legs and commanded Jeff, "Give me a hand with 
these." as he sat, lifting his  legs towards his buddy.

Jeff grabbed the jeans that were already part way down Chuck's 
legs and  stripped them off. Chuck reached with his curled toes
and pressed against  Jeff's belly. He moved down feeling his 
friends pubic hair and solid cock.  His toes stopped near the 
partially lowered underpants and grabbed. He  pulled, forcing 
Jeff to move closer.

"Come on and help me get these off." Chuck ordered as he rubbed
his hands  lightly over his own Calvins. He pulled Jeff toward 
him still using his toes. When Jeff was within arms length 
Chuck let his foot move down between Jeff's  own legs and feet.
Jeff stradled Chuck. His cock pointed at his buddy's  face. He 
lowered himself until his balls rested on Chucks ankles with 
only  his partially stripped off underwear between them. 
Chuck's toes curled back  between his buns and held him close. 
He leaned forward and reached for  Chuck's briefs and forced 
his own erect cock against Chuck's shins. He felt  like a puppy
dog, humping his master's leg in sexual frustration.

"That feels good Jeff. I can feel your cock laying just right. 
Now let's get my underwear off."

Jeff started to reach for Chuck's briefs when he was ordered to
stop.

"Not that way. Use your teeth."

Jeff was still astride Chuck's legs. His hardon between Chuck's
shins and his arms wrapped around Chuck's thighs. His face 
rested on Chuck's lap, the soft  cotton of Chuck's briefs warm 
against his cheek. He raised his head to  follow Chuck's order 
and slowly rubbed his erect cock against Chuck's legs.  His 
nose filled with the musky odor of Chuck's cock and balls, 
still hidden  behind the fly of the underpants. The letters on 
the waistband were so close, his eyes couldn't focus on them. 
He buried his face into the warmth of Chuck  and gripped the 
waistband with his teeth. The soft downy hair on Chuck's  belly
almost tickled his nose.