I'm lying on my best friend Adam's bed.
I'm naked, except for his underwear which I've pushed down to use the waistband as support for my nuts while I jack off so he can watch me.
I'm covered in my own cum. I probably came on his bed somewhere too, it was quite a release.
Oh, and he's also just realized that I've been stealing his underwear. I don't think he knows quite for how long, but I suspect he's about to find out.
"Hi." I said, trying to be as non-threatening as a sticky naked kid can be.
He's wearing his school uniform, white shirt, tie and slacks. He looks as gorgeous as ever. Not that I undress him with my eyes every time I see him, but right now he might as well be standing in front of me in a Speedo, he looks that hot.
Over one shoulder he has a small backpack, which for some reason he finally decides to set on the floor before he walks over to the bed. It's a queen bed, and I parked myself right in the middle.
He totally does not seem to be affected by the fact that I'm (mostly) naked and on his bed, sticky. The butterflies in my stomach that have been there ever since I hatched this crazy plan seem to be settling.
He does not appear to be about to kick me out.
"So, Steve," He uses my name all the time. Every time he does it, I feel like I'm called to attention, like he's pointing out the fact that he's talking to ME. I smile, I don't know what else to do. "Just how long have you been stealing my underwear? And, please, let's take these all the way off, you're totally stretching them."
So far, so good, he hasn't really said anything about my performance, but I'm not going to let actually take off the briefs myself. If I can force him into it, why not: when will I get another chance like this?
Adam quickly realizes that he's going to have to do all the work himself, so walks to the bottom of the bed. He has to kneel at my feet while he reaches out with both hands to pull his underwear off my body. He's very gentle, and seemingly almost too careful not to touch me. But he's also keeping his eyes locked on mine.
My internal voice is screaming "the plan is working! the plan is working!".
Once he's removed his underwear from me, around the bed, on my right hand side. He gets on the bed, and sits down, facing me. I decide to try and break the ice.
"Uh, how did you find out?" I ask as innocently as I can. I lean up on my elbows, I couldn't just lie there and have a conversation flat on my back, I try to get at least a little level with him.
"It occurs to me now that you've been doing this for a while, but this pair," He tosses them over and they land on my stomach, in a big patch of cum. "This pair is brand new, released this week. There's no way you just happened to have bought the same pair."
"Ah. You wore them for the first time a couple of days ago?" He nodded as I asked the obvious question. I can't decide whether to say anything about watching him jack off yet. "Well, I grabbed them from your laundry the day you wore them." It felt oddly calming to admit to my weird perversion.
He continued, "I have to know, though, when did this start?" Our conversation was so intense that I hadn't really paid any attention to the fact that he seemed to be moving closer to me. I continued to put it out of my mind as I tried to figure out what to tell him.
I answered, "Well, do you remember the first day of swim practice Junior year?" I wasn't sure if he would - it's a day I'll never forget - he looked like he wasn't sure, so I continued, "Our lockers were next to each other, and I was the new kid transferring in from another school, and, well, you weren't a total jerk to me. In fact, you were totally friendly. And we chatted as we undressed." I paused, trying to judge whether to continue. "I remember it very clearly, it was the first time I watched you take off your clothes." I think I was actually blushing at this point, but I had to keep going.
"You were in a hurry and got naked real fast. As you pulled off your boxer briefs, I realized I was wearing a very similar pair - so I waited for you to put on your swimsuit while I messed with something in my locker, I think you took it as me being a bit of a pussy and not wanting to get naked as easily." He was listening intently as I replayed this memory for both of us, "Then you walked off to go get in the pool, and I stripped and jumped into my suit and followed you."
"Huh, ok, I totally don't remember that. I mean, I remember meeting you in the first weeks of school, and I thought you were cool, and it totally seemed like you needed someone to show you the ropes, but I totally don't remember that particular day." He was smiling a little. "But you didn't answer the question..."
"Oh, yeah, that. Well, as you know, the pool team is a very close bunch of guys - the lockers don't have locks. Once you were gone, I dived into your locker, pulled out your boxers, compared them to mine, and switched them. After practice that night, I went home in your Calvins, and you went home in mine." I shrugged a kindof 'and that's it' expression, I didn't really know where this was going, but I had finally come clean.
"Ha. OK then. I had no idea I was wearing your underwear. And that particular Calvin style is one I own a lot of." He was telling me something I knew only too well.
"Yes, yes you do. So do I." I smiled the same smile again, "In different colors, but mostly..."
"White and black." He finishes my sentence for me, and smiles back. "Do I actually want to know how often you did this?"
"I don't know if you do. But seeing as it's now 'out there', you should know that I did it once or twice in the first couple of weeks, then I came up with a great system. I always brought an extra pair with me, so I'd be able to just swap for whatever color you had decided to wear that day. If we wore the same color, you got my used undies for that particular day, and if you wore a different color, you'd get the backup pair." I was still trying the smile.
Inside I'm going crazy, I can't believe I'm telling him about what a weird pervert I am.
I can't believe he hasn't beaten the shit out of me.
"Did you ever cum in any of the pairs you swapped out?" As he says that, I feel my exhausted cock twitch. He's starting to talk dirty. The voices in my head screaming to shut up are momentarily paused...
"Well, I got home, stripped down to your underwear and masturbated for an hour or so the first night." Holy shit, why was I telling him this? "And after the next swap and the next. In the end, it became so routine, I would just sleep in your used underwear, y'know, jacking myself to sleep, and then well..." I was now seriously wondering what he must be thinking. He had stopped moving closer to me, but that's because he was now within easy reach. I was so busy baring my soul that I had totally forgotten to notice.
"No," He shook his head and smiled at me, "Did you ever cum in them at school and then swap with me so I'd go home wearing your used, cum-stained pair?" He didn't seem mad, it's almost like he knew.
I swallowed hard and looked as bravely as I could into his eyes. My voice didn't come out as steady, though, "Yes." I looked down, realizing that I was almost fully hard again.
He reached over to my chin and with his thumb and fore finger made me look up at him. "That is so fucking hot."
Then he kissed me fully on the lips.
It felt like forever. I was paralyzed and tingly, it's not like we even used our tongues, but man oh man it felt good.
He backed off from my face a little and said "Until today, I never had any idea about the switching. Occasionally I'd come home, and when I was getting undressed, I'd wonder if I'd just picked up a pair out of the wrong basket in the morning - I like to use my briefs as cum rags, it makes everything so simple. I guess if you'd have found..." He trailed off as he realized I was smiling a devious smile. "Oh. And by the way, knowing I'd worn cum-stained underwear all day was super hot." The devious smile made him look so cute I wanted to eat him.
"Yeah, once we became good enough friends for you to invite me into your bedroom, all bets were off. I had full access to your fresh and used skivvies. And I think there are some pairs you preferred to use as a rag more often than not." Now we both had the knowing, dirty smiles, I continued, "I'd borrow a pair, cum in them a bunch of times, then put them back where I found them, and then find that you'd still use the same pair. Fuck! I sound like such a pervert." I almost hung my head again, but he was shaking his.
"Like I said, too fucking hot. And if you're a pervert, I'm a pervert. But I guess you know that by the volume and assortment in my underwear collection." Smiling again, his eyes locked on my eyes, but his hand brushing my right hip.
I tried so hard not to leap out of my skin.
His hand then brushed the top of my right thigh. His eyes still locked on mine.
I'm quite clear without looking, or breathing, that his hand is working its way to my cock.
"Yeah, you've got a pretty awesome collection. The fact that we are both almost the exact same size has made it easy for me to browse and enjoy." I let out a sharp breath, his hand has now found its target. He wraps it around my cock.
"I think you're just going to have to give me a show sometime. I'm curious to see how you look in my underwear, especially now I know you're just as familiar with The Collection as I am." As he's talking, he maintains eye contact.
When he's done, he turns away and slides my cock into his mouth.
Which is strange because all I can think about is that he's just as much of an underwear pervert as I am.
Then I'm amazed at the sensation of his warm, wet lips on the tip of my cock.
His hand is gripping me firmly enough that I'm pretty sure I'll come in seconds.
I gasp.
He slowly slides me into his head, and seems to be working my cock down his throat. I can feel his nose in my pubic hair as he breathes in and out against the base of my cock.
I have never felt something quite as fantastic as this. His mouth feels so wet and warm. He swallows a little, which sends shivers all over my body as his mouth and throat change shape against me.
Then he starts to slowly rock back and forth, almost letting me leave his mouth, almost letting me slide out, but then takes me almost all the way back in. Then he goes all the way out, and I feel his lips against the head of my cock and it feels amazing. Then his tongue flicks at the tip of my cock.
I moan loudly.
His hand starts to move down the shaft of my cock, I'm anticipating he's going to play with my balls. I'm so in heaven right now.
And then we both hear the door open downstairs, followed by his mother's voice.
His mouth is off me faster than anything I could imagine. He looks me in the face and says, "Go into the bathroom, get dressed." Then kisses me on the lips. It all happens in what feels like long drawn out minutes, but couldn't have been more than a few seconds.
He flies across the room to the top of the stairs to stall his mom.
I can hear my heartbeat, I'm shaking with fear of discovery.
I had planned a fast escape, just in case it would be necessary. I grab the neatly folded pile of my clothes and run for the bathroom as quietly as I can. My rock hard cock bounces as I move. My cock is slippery with Adam's spit, and super super hard. The fear of getting caught doesn't appear to affect my libido at all. I close the bathroom door as quietly as I can, and take a long deep breath. Looking down, I see his underwear stuck to my stomach. I use them to wipe any visible cum off my body, then try to get dressed, and listen to the conversation going on on the other side of the door.
From what I can tell, somebody is here to see Adam, and his Mom is going to send them up. Adam doesn't try to stall any further, now that I'm no longer naked on his bed, there isn't really an issue.
My heart stops as I remember that the TV is paused on Brian's thrusting into Justin. I really hope Adam realizes before whoever it is comes up the stairs.
I reach into his laundry basket and root around, looking for the dirtiest pair I can find. My hands come across a nice grey pair of boxer briefs that are wadded up and stiff with cum. I straighten them out, and slip them on.
And my cock just gets harder. For a second I don't know what to do. Then I feel stupid. I slide off the cum rag boxers and search for something a little tighter. I'm pretty sure he's got some compression shorts or a briefer brief in there somewhere. Sure enough, I find a used pair of Underarmour shorts, and slide them on. I'm able to tuck my cock under the thick elasticated waistband so it doesn't stick out so much. It's not comfortable, but it'll do.
I put my school shirt back on, and then slip into my slacks. Sitting on the toilet to put my socks back on, I hear more voices through the door. Once I think I'm presentable, I flush the toilet, wash my hands and innocently walk back out into his bedroom.
That's when I meet Sarah, Adam's girlfriend. She's apparently come over after her volleyball game to hang out with him. I try really, really hard to keep the massive sexual frustration and disappointment off of my face. Then I feel my cock just shrink right back down.