Date: Fri, 13 Apr 2007 07:22:29 -0700 (PDT) From: doned88 Subject: White Boxers Kelly wore white boxers. You know the kind, they're baggy white but you can see through them a bit. Ever since we were in Junior High, I remember Kelly wearing them. I thought it funny since they were obviously too big for him. They barely clung to his waist. But everybody liked Kelly so nobody made fun of him. My eyes wandered around the gym class locker room of course. Not only because we were all comparing dicks, balls and bodies but because I was gay. I knew I was gay then, maybe even before when my cousin and I played doctor. But all kids did that. The only difference between me and other kids was my cousin was also male. And as we "fumbled about" our boy dicks hardened and we thought that was even more fun. He even tried once to stick it in me and suceeded. We both thought it gross but it only made my boy dick harder if possible. We played with each other often just to see how big and hard our dicks would get. We used out fingers, hands, lips and tongue on each other...69ing while fingering each other's butts. Of course we didn't know what to do since orgams just weren't happening. So bathroom games involved pissing on each other. We thought that funny, not as gross as him sticking his pecker in me. Anyway, Kelly was cute I thought. He had hair around his cock and balls like all the rest of us but seemed to have more. I never saw him erect in the locker room but wanted to. And I thought of him doing things to me like my cousin did years before. When he walked around his fly would be slightly opened as if it couldn't contain his dick and balls. And you would see the tip of his cock peeking at the opening like a cuckoo coming out of a clock. I wanted to reach for it, kiss it, suck it. But what was weird was the sight of him in his boxers got me more excited then seeing him naked. He'd bend over and the white translucent cloth defined his ass and thighs. When he got out of the shower and dried off, he'd put on the boxers and they would dampen from his not totally dry skin. My gut churned seeing his wet skin through the white cloth. I wanted to reach, tough, kneel and suck it out of his boxers into the warm depths of my hungry mouth. Kelly seemed to know I was watching him. He would smile at me now and then. But perhaps he did that to others who were looking. Hell, we all looked. Our eyes were as hungry as our undefined sexual appetites. My first orgasm was watching Kelly although he didn't know it. I was visiting Morrie Clamp and he played a video from a skinny dipping party he said had happened during the summer. I watched the guys I knew and some I didn't get bareass and run into the water. Then I saw one guy not naked but wearing white boxer shorts. It was Kelly. And he ran into the water with everyone else. The camera got closer as a group were coming out and one of them was Kelly. His white boxers clung to his legs, his crotch and butt as he played with the naked others. My churning gut coulndn't contain itself and I shot something in my own shorts. I excused myself and went to the bathroom. Morrie laughed saying I would jack off there I didn't need to go to the bathroom. I told him "fuck off" or some other manly retort. But in the bathroom I looked fearing I had pissed on myself and something was wrong with me. But instead the thick clear liquid was dripping off the tip of my dick. I had finally cum and knew I was a man. That visual, the one of Kelly with his wet boxers stayedin my mind. Whenever I saw him in the locker room after that, my mind substituted his dry shorts with the wet ones I had seen on the video. I'd jack off repeatedly over the following months and years with that visual in my mind. And I cried when he and his family moved away. But the image of him stayed with me enabling me to jack my erection as often as I needed. My cousin and I got together the summer after Kelly moved away. We were still horny and shared masturbation together as we had since we were both able to. He decided he wanted to fuck me as he remembered trying to do years ago. He begged me and I pretended to be relunctant. Then I asked him if he had a pair of white boxer shorts. He looked puzzled before leaving the room. He came back wearing his older brother's boxers. They were a bit big for him, barely clinging to his waist. That aroused me more as that's exactly how Kelly wore his. He fucked me with his erection sticking out of his boxer shorts. And I had him fuck me as many times as possible in every position I could think of. My cousin was thrilled I liked it so much. And in my mind his cock was Kelly's, his boxer shorts were Kelly's and his orgasms inside me were Kelly's too. I took the white boxer shorts home. I wore them throughout my high school years. And I wear white boxer shorts now as well. And someday I'll try to find Kelly and see if he's still wearing them as well.