Date: Tue, 9 Feb 2016 23:15:50 -0500 From: Chad M. Jackson Subject: Andy's Panties ANDY'S PANTIES by Chad (b/b, mast) I would die if anyone found out I did a gay thing. I know my friends would kill me. My girlfriend would kill me. My mom would kill me. HIS mom would kill me! I think you get the picture. To tell the whole story I have to go back a year, when I was 13. I was on my driveway shooting some hoops when I saw the U-Haul pull up to the vacant house next door. I picked up my basketball and watched as a lady and a kid climbed out of the truck. The lady looked around 30 with reddish brown hair. She was wearing blue jeans and a white t-shirt that showed off her slim body and nice tits. The kid looked about 10 years old with blondish red hair that covered his ears and his eyebrows. I watched for a few minutes while they carried boxes of things inside. Being the nice kid I was, I went over and said hello and offered to help. "Thank you," the lady said. "I am Denise Tremblay and this is my son, Andy." "Hey. I'm Kevin. Kevin Walters," I said back. "Well nice to meet you Kevin Walters. And yes, your help would be appreciated. You want to help Andy take his stuff to his room?" I nodded in agreement and hopped into the back of the truck along with Andy to sort out his things. That's when I noticed there was hardly any furniture. Not even a bed. "Are the movers bringing the heavy stuff?" I asked. "Naaah," Andy said. "We sold all of our old furniture. We're going to get all new stuff, aren't we Mom?" "Yes we are. It's easier to buy new furniture and have it delivered than to haul our old junk," Denise said. I found out they moved to Georgia from North Carolina. Denise was going to start a new job as a nurse next week, and Andy was going to be in 5th grade at the elementary school. I was in 8th grade at the middle school so we wouldn't see each other during the day. At one point I was helping Andy unload a box of shoes that he arranged on the floor of his closet. While he was bent over, his t-shirt raised up and I noticed something. "Dude, are you wearing panties?" I asked. He turned around without any embarrassment at all and simply said, "It's just bikini style underwear. I like them." I thought it was weird but I let it go and we continued to set up his room. For some reason I had the sudden urge to go home and take care of some business so I told them I needed to go. I had been jacking my dick for about three years, and shooting white stuff for about one. Of course I thought I was the only kid in the world who did it, so I figured I was a bit weird myself. Over the next few weeks, I noticed several trucks come by Andy's house to deliver furniture. I didn't hang out with Andy very much. After all, he was just a lowly 5th grader. He would sometimes come out and watch me shoot hoops in the front yard. I would invite him to play, but he would say, "That's okay. I will just watch you." He was kind of a sweet kid. He never had a bad thing to say about anyone. He always seemed content with himself. With his mild manners, he would be the type to draw bullies at school -- but he never seemed to be bothered by anything. On the other hand, I was constantly pushing myself to be better...at sports, at school, at finding girls! Andy always had sweets with him. His favorites were butterscotch and fireballs. Whenever he was around, he always offered me a piece of his candy. The Tremblays turned out to be good neighbors. My mom and Denise became friends. I mowed their lawn every couple of weeks in the warm months while Andy sat on the front stoop and watched me. He always brought me a bottle of cold water, and I got paid 20 bucks. Now, fast forward to the present. I'm a freshman in high school. I play soccer. My grades are decent. I had a growth spurt and I stand proudly at 5 feet, 7 inches. And I have a girlfriend, Nicole. She is thin with blonde hair and blue eyes and she is developing a nice pair of tits. I think she is hot. She is such a tease, though; it drives me crazy. At school she acts all flirty but when I try to kiss her in the hall she gently pushes me away and says, "Not here." Well where? When we go on a date (which means my mom drives me to pick her up and drops us off at the movies) she will at least let me hold her hand. Her soft warm fingers entwined in mine makes my heart flutter and my dick hard. Sometimes I think my hormones are going to set me on fire! During a movie I would sometimes reach my arm around her and she would lean into me. Wow that is hot! But if I tried to make out with her she would just smile and pull away, maybe giving me a quick peck on my cheek if I was lucky that day. Every time I got home after a date I would lock myself in my room and jack off like a madman. One Wednesday evening at dinner my mom made an announcement. "Kevin, I got a call from Denise today. She has to work a double shift Friday, so I told her Andy could hang out with you Friday night." "Wait a minute," I said. "Does that mean I am babysitting Friday night?" "It's not babysitting, sweety," she said. "It's just a sleepover." "I wanted to go out with Nicole Friday night," I complained. "I don't want a sleepover with some little kid." "He's eleven. It wasn't that long ago that YOU were eleven," she said. "And you can go to the movies with Nicole Saturday night." "But, Mom..." Finally my dad spoke. "Just do Denise this favor, son. She has been good to you since they moved in. And Andy is a nice kid." I couldn't argue with that. Denise was always good about hiring me to do yard work. She even complimented me on my athletic ability when I was shooting hoops in the driveway. And Andy...yeah he was an OK kid. Even though he was too young to really hang out with, there was really nothing about him to complain about. Then the kicker. "Oh, and you need to go by his school and walk him home if you don't mind," Mom said. "What?" "It's just a little out of your way. Denise usually picks him up but since she's working..." I just sighed. "Okay." Friday came and it was just another boring day at school. I asked Nicole about Saturday night but she said she had family plans this weekend so we wouldn't be seeing each other. Unfortunately, she was overheard by Bruce, the resident asshole. "Hey Kevin...not getting any this weekend?" he shouted and laughed. "Yeah, just like every day for you!" I said back at him. After school I loaded my crap in my backpack and trudged the two blocks over to the elementary school. The little kids got out of school earlier than the high school, so Andy was sitting out front waiting for me, head in his hands. "Hi Kevin!" he yelled and ran toward me. "Hey dude," I said. "Come on, let's head home." Sitting beside him was a huge duffel bag that was nearly as big as him. From the way he struggled to carry it, I would guess it weighed almost as much as him. When we finally reached my house, I was surprised to see that my mom was home from work early. She made us a quick snack, then I went up to my room to change out of my jeans and into some basketball shorts. "Want to shoot some hoops?" I asked Andy when I came back downstairs. "No, I'll just watch you," he said. "How come you never want to play?" He looked at me a second then answered sincerely, "I'm no good at playing. But I have just as much fun watching." So until dinnertime we were outside in the warm sun. I worked up quite a sweat, and the ends of Andy's hair were damp with perspiration. Dad got home and we enjoyed a meal of homemade lasagne, salad, and garlic bread. It was delicious and everyone was stuffed. When the dishes were put in the dishwasher we all sat in the living room and watched baseball on the big screen till about 10:30. "Okay boys, I think we're going to hit the sack. Take Andy up to your room, Kevin," my dad said. "But Dad, it's Friday. And it's still early," I protested. "You didn't put in a 50-hour week at work," my dad said. "You can watch TV in your room, but keep the volume down, alright?" "Yeah, okay," I said. "Goodnight." Mom and Dad each gave me a quick hug and a kiss on the forehead. Even Andy got a hug from Mom. I helped him carry his big bag up the stairs. Once in my room he pulled out a sleeping back, a small pillow, and a toothbrush. I left him to sort out his gear while I hit the shower. After washing away the day's sweat, I toweled off and slipped on some clean boxers and a floppy t-shirt to sleep in, then returned to my room to find Andy looking a little troubled. "I forgot my pajamas," he whined. "No worries. I'll loan you a shirt to sleep in. I don't wear pajamas anymore," I said. I pulled out a white v-neck t-shirt and tossed it to him. He smiled, since he would be dressing for bed like a big boy now. "After you take a shower you wanna watch some Netflix for a while?" I asked him. "I usually take a bath, not a shower." "Okay, whatever." "You got any bubblebath?" he asked. "Bubblebath? Seriously?" He nodded his head, smiling. Maybe he wasn't acting like a big boy after all. I dug into the cabinet under the sink and found a quarter-full bottle that had been there since I was 8 years old. I turned the water on in the tub and added a couple of big squirts of the bubbles. "Okay, little man, knock yourself out," I told him. I left him in the bathroom and went back to lie on the bed. I picked up the remote and tried to find something worth watching. I could vaguely hear the water running and then some splashing around in the tub. About a half-hour later, I hear water going down the drain and soon afterward Andy appeared in my room. My floppy shirt was even floppier on him, hanging down almost to his knees. It almost looked like he was wearing a nightgown. He had a towel around his head, vigorously trying to dry his hair. He took the towel off and shook his head like a wet dog, sending water droplets everywhere, including on me! "Dude, you're getting me all wet!" I said. "Oh, sorry," he said, then plopped down on his sleeping bag. We tried to watch some TV for a while, but Andy kept twisting around in his sleeping bag and making grunting sounds. "Are you okay down there?" I asked. "It's hard to get comfortable on the floor. I had to sleep on the floor for a week after we first moved in until I got a bed," he said. My friends used to sleep in my double bed when we had sleepovers, so I thought nothing of inviting Andy to join me. Excitedly he bounded over me and landed on his stomach on my bed, to my right side between me and the wall. As he did, his shirt flew up and I saw them. He was wearing blue silk bikini underwear. I still thought they looked like panties! "I've really never had a sleepover before," he said. "Yeah, uh, really?" I stumbled to say. I couldn't take my eyes off his underwear. When he buried his face in the pillow, all I could see was his long hair, his shirt pulled halfway up, and his silk- covered butt. Wow, it almost looked like a girl was lying beside me! "What is it?" he asked. He had caught me looking at him. "I was just wondering...why do you wear that kind of underwear?" "I like the way it feels on my skin. Boxer shorts are scratchy and when they get bunched up it kinda pinches my nutsack," he explained. I have to admit there was some truth to that. He rubbed his butt with the back of his right hand. "Here, feel it," he said. "Uh, what?" "Feel how soft the material is." I cautiously reached over and pinched a bit of the fabric, and rubbed it between my thumb and index finger. He was right. It was really soft. "Rub my back?" he asked. "What?" "My mom rubs my back sometimes at bedtime. It helps me get to sleep," he said. "Please?" "Okay," I said. I reached over and rubbed up and down his back over his t-shirt a few times, with no real conviction to it. "That's not the way," he complained. "Here, let me show you how." He pushed me until I rolled over on my stomach, then sat himself down right on my butt. He slid his hands under my shirt all the way up to my shoulders and started kneading my muscles. What the hell? He slowly, gently slid his hands down my back and then up again. His hands were soft and so warm. I closed my eyes and surrendered myself to his touches. If it was only Nicole doing this. Oh yes, she could make me feel so good. Then suddenly he stopped. He got off me and scooted over to his side of the bed, leaning against the wall. "Did you like that?" he asked. "Dude. I have to admit, you know how to give a great backrub," I said. I rolled over onto my back, and he started giggling, putting one hand over his mouth. "What's so funny?" "You've got a boner!" he said. Sure enough, I had a little tent going in my plaid boxers. And to bring attention to that fact Andy reached over and gave my dick a little squeeze, laughing the whole time. Holy shit! I felt a sudden surge of electricity shoot from my dick to every other part of my body. No one had ever touched me there before, and the shock to my system had me instantly on the verge of orgasm. All my muscles tensed and I sat upright. "Don't do that!" I said, and he took his hand away, smiling ear-to- ear. "You've gotta to do my back now," he demanded. He rolled over on his stomach and I dutifully straddled his thighs, just below his butt. I placed my hands over his shirt on the center of his back and tentatively started rubbing. "Hold on," he said, and quickly pulled his shirt up, over his head, and off. "Okay, I'm ready." Obviously he wanted skin-to-skin contact. I stared down at his naked back, his long hair touching his shoulders, and those tight silky underwear covering two shapely globes. From this viewpoint anyone could mistake him for a girl. A little nervously I lightly moved my fingertips over his unblemished skin. It felt smooth and very warm. I put my thumbs together at the base of his spine, and slowly applied some pressure all the way up his backbone. He let out a little sigh. Apparently I was doing it right. Starting again just above the elastic waistline of this panties I lay my thumbs together on this spine, then radiated out toward his ribs. Then back together a little higher, and spread the thumbs out again. I'm not sure where I learned this trick -- probably saw it on TV, but Andy seemed to like it. I swiped his hair away from his lightly freckled shoulders and began to knead the muscles. I leaned forward to get in a better position to reach his neck and shoulders, and when I did I suddenly felt the tip of my still-hard dick make contact with his butt. Once again electricity shot through my body from the tip of my penis. I pulled back immediately for fear something would happen. There was no way he didn't feel my hardness poking him on the ass. "That feels good how you're doing my shoulders," Andy said. "It's so relaxing." I continued rubbing his shoulders the way he liked, being careful to avoid touching his butt with my dick again. Then he really surprised me by raising his butt off the bed, just enough to meet my hardness. I couldn't help myself this time. I gently pushed into him. It felt great. I pushed again. The feeling was so intense, I closed my eyes and started trembling. After a moment, he said softly, "You can do it if you want." Did I hear him right? There was no mistaking what I was doing, and he obviously didn't mind. I wrestled the idea around in my head. I knew what I was doing was wrong -- I mean, it was so gay. But oh man, did it feel great. If only Nicole would let me do this to her. I thrust again slowly. Andy relaxed under me, laying flat on the bed again. Gripping his shoulders, I pushed my dick into his silk- covered ass again and again. The feeling started to build, and I knew I was getting close to shooting. Suddenly I stopped and whipped off my t-shirt. My chest was shiny with a thin sheen of sweat. I looked down at those lovely panties, and couldn't help giving his butt cheeks a gentle squeeze. This could be Nicole's ass. I reached down and pulled my dick through the fly in my boxers. I leaned forward until my bare chest lay against his back. My dick slid against the smooth cloth right in the crack of his butt. I began a slow humping motion, moving around slightly until I found the sweet spot. I picked up speed, full throttle to my impending climax. "Oh shit, oh shit!" I hissed. Then it hit me. I pumped five good squirts, soaking his underwear and leaving white streaks of jizz all the way up his back. Panting like a dog, I rolled off of him and onto my back as I came back down to Earth. "Was that sperm?" Andy asked. I looked at him, then the guilt hit me. What had I done? I used my little friend for sex, and left him coated with my juice. "Yeah," I managed to say. "We learned about it in health class, but I never actually saw any before," he said. "Let me clean it up," I said. I got up and grabbed a handful of tissues from across the room. My deflating dick was still poking out the fly of my boxers, so I slipped it back in. When I got back to the bed, Andy was trying his hardest to look over his shoulder at the cooling liquid over his back side. I used a few tissues to dry his back. I tried my best to gather up some of the semen that was soaking into his underwear, but it was pretty saturated. "Sorry about this," I said. "Your underwear is still kinda wet." "No problem," he said with a smile. "I got another pair." I got up and carried the damp tissues to the bathroom and flushed them down the toilet. When I came back into the room, I got another shock. His underwear had been discarded onto the floor, and his right hand was flogging his little dick for all it was worth. His pubic area was basically bald except for some short blond downy hairs. The head of his penis was covered with an extra layer of skin. Then it hit me -- he was uncircumcised. Andy encircled his little three-inch joystick with his thumb and index finger, and he was jerking that extra flap of skin up and down fast enough to churn butter. His eyes were closed tightly as he worked himself speedily towards his ultimate goal. His hand almost became a blur, he was jerking so fast. He breathed in, filling his lungs with air, and held his breath. Then all at once, his ass raised off the bed, his toes curled, and all the air burst out of his lungs with a swoosh. His whole body shook as he experienced his orgasm. When it was over his muscles went limp again and he relaxed on the bed again as his breathing got back to normal. It was quite a bizarre sight -- a naked Andy lying on my bed. "Oh man!" he exclaimed. "That was the best tickle I've had ever! And I got nothing to clean up!" Yeah, I remember when I had dry cums. Andy got up and put on his t-shirt and a fresh pair of underwear from his overnight bag. He bounced back onto his side of the bed and I got in beside him. "Ready to go to sleep?" I asked. "Yeah," he said. "I'm tired now." I turned off the light and fell back on my pillow. In the dark, my eyes were wide open. What had I just done? What gay thing had I done? What if my friends found out? What if my parents found out? What if Nicole found out? "Andy?" I whispered. "Yeah?" "You're not going to tell anyone about...what we did?" I asked. "Of course not. It's nobody's business," he said. "But I want to know something." "What?" Andy rolled over on his left side and faced me. "What does it feel like when your sperm comes out?" he asked. "It's the best thing you've ever felt in your life. Even better than when I used to cum dry like you." That answer seemed to satisfy him. He rolled over on his back and sighed. The room was silent except for our gentle breathing. I closed my eyes and started to drift off to sleep. "Kevin?" he whispered. "Yeah?" "Next time I get to see your sperm shoot out, alright?" Wait, what? Next time?