t/t underwear fetish Changin Room by Chuck Root cr_nj@hotmail.com
My senior year at school was coming to an end and I had no regrets. My grades were good. I had been accepted to the local two year community college and I had a part time job that would become full time during the summer. There I was, Richard Bauman (my friends called me Rick) with the world by the balls and whose only problem was trying to stay awake during my senior history class. It helped that Rob Anderson was seated infront of me. He was a super nice guy. Rob went out for several sports and was one of the more popular guys in school. The great thing was that he never let it go to his head. He was nice to everyone.
I had this thing about Rob that I'd never tell anyone. I liked looking at him. He had everything right. His smile, his face, his great bod, even the way he smelled. In history class when he sat infront of me, I could watch his back. Even that appealed to me. It tapered from his solid shoulders to a narrow waist. I dreamed about him when I jerked off and tried to imagine what he looked like when he was naked. I tried to figure if he was circumcised or not. I knew that he "hung left" because when he wore his jeans I could see the solid tube of his dick bulging off to that left side. This whole thing confused me because I didn't think of myself as "queer" or anything. Rob was the only guy I felt this way about.
Rob usually wore a t-shirt or polo shirt with his jeans. The great thing about sitting behind him in history class was that when he leaned forward in his seat, the bottom of his shirt would ride up and I could get a small peak of warm looking flesh just above his waist. After a whole school year of watching him I learned some interesting things.
Rob wore all different brands of underwear. I first started to notice one day when I looked at his back and saw the waistband of his undershorts sticking out above his jeans. I knew that the brand was Fruit of the Loom because there was one thin blue and one thin yellow stripe running around the top edge of the elastic on his shorts. My Mom bought the same brand for me all the time and I recognized the design. I could tell that these were a little big because there was also a slight fold of cotton from the seat of the briefs that also stuck up above the waistband.
I spent the rest of the day thinking about that little peek at Rob's private life. It was great! I knew what kind of underpants he wore and in fact they were the same as mine. I got home and couldn't wait to undress and stand infront of a mirror. I imagined that the body looking at me was Rob. I rubbed my cock and massaged my balls until I shot my load in my shorts.
The next day Rob no sooner sat down then I started looking again. Sure enough, his t-shirt pulled up as he leaned forward onto the desk and his underwear showed. They weren't Fruit of the Loom today. I could see thin dashes of navy blue and the words JOCKEY repeated over and over on the waistband. Between each word there was an upside down "Y" and from changing in gym class I knew that this was because of the way the fly on Jockey underwear was made. I didn't think much about the different brand. Lots of guys don't always wear the same brand. It depends on whether they buy their own clothes or if their Mom goes shopping for them. The only thing that I wished for that day was that I could also get some Jockeys now that I knew that Rob wore them.
Over the next few weeks I kept up my "brief inspection". It seemed like Rob never wore the same brand of underwear twice in a row. He wore white Jockeys, colored Jockeys, Fruit of the Loom, Hanes, Penneys and even Calvin Klein. Sometimes a plaid pair of boxers showed. The whole situation interested me and at the same time frustrated me. There was even one day it looked like he had nothing on because nothing showed above his jeans. I found out that I was wrong about no underwear when I was coming back from the board. I was able to look down at Rob and could just see a navy blue pair of shorts below his jeans waist. He must have had on a fancy pair of bikini briefs that sat lower on his hips.
It was toward this end of year that I started my part time job. I was junior clerk at the local department store. I guess that was the fancy way of saying that I was a "go-for". Most of my time was spent in the Men's Wear Department. I stocked and cleaned up and every so often when things were really busy I'd wait on customers. My supervisor was only a few years older than me. He was easy to work for and always treated me fairly. I thought he might be gay but he never came on to me or anything like that.
We had been working one slow Saturday morning and were in the process of straightening out the small office near the dressing rooms. Art, my boss, stuck his head around the corner a bit excited.
"Hey Rick. One of my favorite customers just came in. Go into the security area and watch this. He's great."
"Why? What's up?"
"Just do it. You'll get a real kick out of him. He always takes lots of clothes into the dressing room, and tries it all on but he hardly ever buys anything."
"OK." I answered. "But why waste the time if he never buys anything?"
"It's not that he never buys anything, It's just that he usually gets some underwear. Just watch. You'll see."
I went to the security area which was a tiny room directly behind the big mirror in the dressing room. The mirror was the kind that allowed you to see through from the back if the light in front was bright and the light behind was low. I took a seat in the one chair that was squeezed into the closet sized room and waited.
My boss, Art, was the first to come into the dressing area. His arms were filled with several pairs of pants and some shirts. Right behind him was the customer who also carried several items on hangers. I nearly fell off the chair. The customer was Rob Anderson. He was dressed in his usual jeans and T-shirt. He walked toward the changing booth just off to my right. There was a curtain on the booth but Rob didn't bother pulling it closed. He didn't even seem to expect Art to leave. He very casually began undressing.
"Let me try that blue sweat top first. OK?" said Rob as he lifted his arms and pulled his T-shirt up and off over his head.
His chest was solid. The nipples were dark and small. There was hardly any hair between them but as I looked down along his stomach I could see a faint line of downy hair that started right at his navel and ran down to his jeans. I could tell from where I sat that Rob had chosen to wear Hanes today. As he finished pulling his shirt off his head and arms I saw that he also had a light cover of hair under his arms.
One shirt after another was tried on. Art stood there holding clothes and watching as Rob rejected each one. When the last shirt was rejected, Rob took it off and bent over. He unlaced and removed his sneakers and started to take off his jeans. He still had no shirt on and as he unbuttoned, unzipped and stepped out of his jeans he was left standing there in only his underpants. There was no looseness to these white cotton briefs. His cock and balls filled the double layers of cotton that formed the pouch and their weight seemed to pull the waistband into a shallow "U" shape. The bright white elastic waistband with its HANES ------------ HANES -------- words and lines sat low on his hips.
"Let me try on those brown slacks first."
"They're a very nice choice." said Art as he handed the slacks to Rob.
He stepped into them. His balls and cock pushed to one side and then the other behind the cloth of his briefs as his legs moved. Leaning over had stretched the cloth tightly across his buns. Solid legs emerged from the leg openings on his underwear and anchored him to the ground.
"What do you think? " Rob asked as he pulled the pants up, reached to "adjust" himself, button the waist and zip the fly.
Art reached and began checking the fit. "They seem a little loose in the waist." He smoothed the trousers and pulled them up slightly letting them then drop back into place. His fingers reached inside the waist of the pants and ran back and forth pulling them away from Rob's tight stomach. He reached for the cuffs and pulled down then slid his hand up the inseam, stopping only when his hand was buried deeply in Rob's crotch.
"Let's try to get a better fitting pair. "
Rob began undressing. When he was again standing there in just his shorts Art approached and pulled his measuring tape from where it rested across his shoulders. He wrapped the tape around Rob's waist just inches above the Hanes waistband. Snugging it he looked up at Rob.
"Is that where you usually wear your trousers?"
"Ahh. Yes. That's fine."
It was obvious from where I sat that both men were getting excited. Each had a warm flush and Rob's cock had started to swell and press harder against the cloth. Art knelt and pressed the end of the tape firmly up into the pouch of Rob's last piece of clothing.
"Can you help me get a more accurate measurement here?"
"Ah yeah. Sure. " Rob replied as he reached for his own bulge and lifted it aside. His cock was now erect and trying to press its way out of the waistband of the briefs. The tight elastic prevented its escape. I could see Rob slowly squeeze his meat.
"I think I see the problem." said Art as he reached up and pushed Rob's hand aside. He placed his own hand on Rob's tented shorts. I couldn't believe it. Art was jerking Rob off right there in the dressing room.
Rob leaned back against the wall of the cubicle and slid down onto the seat. Art continued rubbing Rob's erect teen cock that was still hidden behind his Hanes. Rob's eyes were closed and his head tilted back. His stomach muscles tightened and relaxed in time with Arts strokes. It didn't take any genius to see Rob was ready to cum. His cock oozed enough precum juices to form a dark spot about an inch across. The spot quickly grew in size when Art's final strokes brought Robbie off right there.
"Ohhhh. Jeessse."
"Oh my. Sir I seem to have caused a problem here." said Art as he pulled his hand away from Rob's jism soaked shorts. "You'd better let me take care of this."
"Don't worry about it." Rob answered.
"No. I insist. The store will replace these. It's all my fault."
Art began reaching for Rob's wet briefs. Both their hands reached the waistband at the same time. They helped each other slid that one pair of underpants down and off. Rob stood back up. He was buck naked and hanging heavily, his cock still partially erect. Art again reached for Rob and using the soiled shorts he gently wiped the exhausted cock and balls dry. Standing, he walked away not even trying to hide his own hard on that pressed against his pants.
Rob sat quietly and after a few moments he reached for the curtain of the dressing booth and pulled it closed. My own cock was hard and oozing. I left the security room and quietly made my way to the office. Art stood there with his trousers down and his cock in hand. He was jerking off wildly. Robs already cum filled shorts were laid out on the desk infront of Art, ready to catch his load. He heard me come in and looked over without missing a stroke.
"Now you know why I like this customer."
"Yeah, I sure do."
"You aren't going to tell the store manager are you?"
"No but I would like to take the customer his new briefs."
"Sure. Grab a pack of anything with a 28" waist. "
I went to the underwear portion of the department and quickly eyed the display. I picked up a package of our own store brand underwear. There were three briefs in the pack. It was a Lo-Rise style in good white cotton. The waistband had a single thin black band near the top edge and a gold band below it. I had never seen anything similar sticking up above Rob's jeans. I took them into the dressing room.
When I reached the dressing booth the curtain was still closed. I could see Rob's bare feet and legs below the drape. I opened it part way.
"My boss asked me to bring these to you."
Rob looked up and for an instant he was startled.
"Oh jeese !! Uh, well Hi Rick."
He was trying to cover his nakedness with his hands and arms.
"I hope these are O.K." I continued. "I don't ever recall seeing you wear this brand before."
"How do you know?"
"You sit infront of me in History. I can always tell what you wear by watching when you lean forward."
My own cock had started to swell.
"You mean you look at my underwear?"
"Sure, whatever I can see of it. How about you try these on for fit?" I popped open the package and shook one of the briefs open. I held it up and offered it to Rob.
He seemed less upset and embarassed. Standing up he no longer tried to hide his cock. He took the briefs and stepped into them. Pulling them up, he settled his balls and heavy meat into the pouch. They fit loose because they were brand new and unwashed. I reached forward and slid my finger behind the waist band. I pulled forward slightly and ran my finger back and forth.
"Yeah they're a little loose but I think they'll be fine after a washing." My free hand moved to his bulging pouch. At the same time Rob's hand moved to my own erect cock that was trapped in my jeans. We stood for a moment and then began rubbing each other. There were no words spoken. Our hands rubbed and squeezed, each of us knowing what would make the other of us feel good. I came first. My sticky load wetting my cock and balls as it spurted out, still trapped in my pants. Rob shot seconds later. His cum soaked the thin cotton on the new unwashed briefs and turned them almost transparant.
"Oh! Wow!"
"Yeah, yeah!"
"It's a good thing you brought a whole package of these back here." said Rob as he stripped of the cum soaked briefs for a second time that day. He took one of the remaining pair of underpants and began putting them on.
I stood there unable to move.
"You'd better use this last pair unless you like being wet and sticky for the rest of the day."
I followed Rob's lead. I quickly unbuttoned and unzipped my slacks and stripped them off. My own Fruit of the Looms were soaked. I pushed them down my legs and off only to pick them up and clean myself. Dropping them to the floor I put on the last pair of store brand briefs. We were now both naked except for the underpants. Our cocks were still heavy with teenage excitement. My Fruit of the Looms laid on the floor next to Rob's wet store brand shorts. Rob bent over and pick them both up.
"You look pretty sharp in these Rick."
"You do too Rob."
"They'll fit and feel even better after one good washing."
"I'll bet."
"Are you going to keep my underwear?" I asked as Rob stood there still holding both pairs of wet briefs.
"If you don't mind."
"No. It's OK. How about we make it an even trade?"
"Great." he answered; handing me the pair he had worn. "I've got an idea Rick. Let's pick some day next week and both wear these new ones to school the same day."
"Yeah, O.K."
"And then after school how about the two of us go do some clothes shopping. I know this great store just a few minutes from school."
THE END