White Briefs

"Can you feed my cat while I'm away?" asked my colleague, "and water the house plants, and. . ."

"Why don't I just move in to your place for the duration?" I asked. "It' s only two weeks, then you'll be back. I`ll take care of everything."

He was going on vacation. Just two blocks away, his house was just like mine. In those expensive sub-divisions north of San Diego, they've build big expensive dwellings on tiny lots, so they're all packed close together, only a few feet between each building. I guess the developers make more money that way. Still, it's a nice quiet neighborhood, low crime, with good schools. With my wife and fourteen year old son, I've lived there for a couple of years.

"Good idea," said my buddy. "Help yourself to what's in the fridge."

That evening, I threw some shirts and toiletries into a bag, walked over to his place, fed his cat and settled in. I used his computer to check my email, then wrote a few more pages of my latest novel. Around ten o'clock, I went upstairs to bed.

I slowly undressed, looking at myself in the mirrored closet doors. Not bad for thirty-five, I thought, standing there in my white Calvin Klein briefs and tank. Slender, with nice muscle tone, I thought I looked pretty sexy. A great catch for any young chick, or guy for that matter, though I had never been unfaithful to my wife. I rubbed my hand over the front of my briefs, remembering those days long ago, before I was married, when I would run my hand over the underpants of sexy young men every chance I got. My dick started to get stiff, and I put my hand down the waistband and gripped it firmly. I gave it a couple of strokes, contemplated jerking off, but decided to save it for the morning. I had no reason to jump out of bed early, and those long, slow morning jerk-offs are the best. I dropped my briefs to the floor, stepped out of them and pulled a clean pair up over my erect cock. I turned off the bedside lamp and climbed into bed.

I had hardly closed my eyes when I sensed that the darkened room was suddenly lit up. I opened them and saw to my dismay that the light was coming from the window of the neighboring house which was about six feet away and directly opposite my window. I hadn't thought to close the curtains.

I could see a figure, a man, in the other room. Oh, shit, I thought, he could've seen me undressing! I remembered my erection, out there for all to see, and blushed in the dark. And worse, that light was going to keep me awake, unless I got up and closed the curtains. I climbed out of bed and went over to the window and looked across. I could see my new neighbor quite clearly, but I was sure, with my light out, he couldn't see me. I waited to see what he would do. If he had seen me undressing, then in all conscience, I didn't feel too bad about peeping at him.

He was standing sideways to me, looking into what I guessed was a mirror, though I couldn't see it. He peeled off his shirt and threw it on his bed. Mmm, I thought, nice bod. Then he unbuckled is belt. This was beginning to get interesting. He slowly pulled open the front of his pants, and I caught a glimpse of white. Perfect, I thought, I love white underpants. Then he dropped his pants to the floor, revealing a pair of snug briefs with a significant bulge in the front. That's at least half an erection, I thought, as he began to fondle it, thrusting his hips forward. My God, he's putting on a show for me. Could I be this lucky?

He was about my age and height, wavy blond hair and a smooth body. He put his hand down the front of his briefs and began to stroke his cock rapidly.

This wasn't just a guy just scratching his balls absentmindedly, he was masturbating vigorously, in a lighted room with open curtains. It had to be a show he was putting on, though he gave no indication that he was aware of an audience. Then he put his thumbs into his waistband and pulled his briefs down to mid-thigh. His cock jumped out, an uncut beauty, at least an inch longer than mine, and I'm no slouch. He continued to pump it energetically, thrusting his hips forward, his head thrown back.

I was incredibly turned on, pumping my own dick inside my briefs. I contemplated putting the light on so he could see me, but maybe his idea was to pretend he didn't know I was there. I decided to leave things as they were.

Then, as he turned to face me, his briefs fell to his ankles, and at that moment he came. Standing as he was just a few inches from the window, his cum hit the glass, four, five big squirts, slowly sliding down, leaving a long, just- visible streak. Then he stepped out of his briefs, walked over to the bed and put out his light. His room was plunged into darkness and I could now see nothing. I wanted to put my light on to let him see me, but so erotic had it been, that I immediately came in my Calvins, soaking the front completely. In any case, he had cum, so now he wouldn't be all that interested in me. I pulled my hand out and licked it clean.

Holy fucking shit, I thought, that was amazing. Maybe he'll do a morning show tomorrow. If not, I'll be waiting tomorrow evening.

I slept like a log.

The next morning was a disappointment. I spent two hours sitting on the end of my bed looking into his window, but I guess he'd already gotten up and left. Finally, I gave up and jerked off into my underpants. Lunch time came, with no sign of him, so I jerked off again. As the day wore on, I became more and more excited at the prospect of seeing another strip-tease. At about nine-thirty, I had an idea, picked up my cell phone and called home. My son answered.

"Can you come over here? There's something I want you to see."

"What?"

"I'll tell you when you get here. And bring me some clean underpants. I 'm all out."

Five minutes later, the doorbell rang and I went down to let him in.

"How come you suddenly need more underwear?" he asked.

"'Cos I've been jerking off all day, and these are getting kinda stiff with cum."

He wasn't shocked or offended. The previous month, he'd caught me jerking off in the shower, or to be more accurate, I'd caught him peeping through the bathroom door just as I shot my load. I'd jerked the door open and nabbed him red-handed. He was cringing with embarrassment. "Don't feel bad," I'd said. "Everyone jerks off. How old are you now - fourteen? I know you jerk off, probably two or three times a day. I did at your age." He sheepishly admitted that twice a day was about average. "It's nice to know I have a normal kid. Just don't tell your Mom." Since then, I'd caught a glimpses of him through his bedroom door, lying on his bed, pumping his dick furiously. It was always quite a turn on. One time I walked into the bathroom to find him sitting on the john wanking away with his eyes closed. "'Scuse me," I said, "Please carry on." And I backed out of the door. Our mutual "secret" had brought us closer together and our conversation about jerking off was now nothing out of the ordinary for us.

Now, at my buddy`s house, he handed me a bag of clean underwear. "What' s the big event?" he asked.

"Come upstairs and I'll explain."

In the bedroom, I pointed out the house next door, with its window just feet away. I explained what had happened the previous night, how I had undressed with the curtains open and a hard on, and how the guy next door had done a strip-tease and jerked off.

"Holy shit," said my son. "You mean he actually jerked off on to the window, right there while you were watching?"

"Yes, but this light was out so he couldn't see me, but I'm pretty certain he knew I was watching. He has to be some kind of exhibitionist."

"Your a fine one to talk, Dad. You don't care who sees you jerking off."

"Right, except for your Mom. She wouldn't understand."

"So what's your plan?"

"How about we sit here and wait for him with our light on. That way, when he arrives hell know were here and when his light goes on, we'll put this light out and see if he puts on a show. Meanwhile, I'm gonna strip down to my Calvins, just to give him a hint." I took off my shirt and dropped my pants, feeling my son's gaze upon me. I took a pair of clean underpants from the bag, dropped my own and stepped out of them. With my toe, I flicked the dirty ones up on to the bed where my son was sitting. He picked them up.

"Jesus," he said, "These are as stiff as a board. How many times did you cum in them."

"Three, I think. Give them a sniff."

"You fuckin' perv," he said with a grin. After our little talk about jerking off, he'd started using the F word in my presence. I guess it made him feel grown up. I didn't mind.

"Go ahead, I always sniff my briefs."

He held them up to his nose and inhaled. "Not bad," he said, then looked at my dick, which was beginning to rise. "I can see Mr. Happy is in the mood."

"You like my dick?" I asked.

"Sure," he said. "It's certainly big enough."

"Yours will be this big in a year or two," I said, giving it a stroke.

"How do you know it isn't already?"

"Oh, I keep an eye on things." I gave him a conspiratorial smile. I pulled on the clean underpants and turned towards the window and just at that moment, the light next door went on. There was the same guy, dressed in a shirt and slacks. He glanced briefly in our direction, then looked away. I stepped over to the switch and killed our light.

"He can't see us now," I said. "Step up here to the window and we'll get a nice view. Let's see what he does."

His performance this evening was much better than the previous night. He took his time, first dropping his pants, then looking into the mirror, combing his hair for a long time. Slowly unbuttoning his shirt, he let it fall, revealing his body, dressed only in white briefs.

"He looks pretty sexy, doesn't he?" I don't know why I was whispering, there was no way the guy could hear us.

"You're right," said my son. "Look how he's stroking his bulge. He must have a huge dick in there." I could hear the excitement in his voice. It was thrilling to know that he was enjoying the show just as much as I was. My hand was down the front of my underpants, slowly stroking my hard dick. I saw my son glance down at me. "You're getting off on this, aren't you?"

"You bet," I said. "How about you?" I reached down with my free hand and felt his dick through his pants. It was rock hard. I expected him to pull away from me, but he didn't. I gave it a couple of squeezes and let go.

Our performer now had his hand inside his briefs. We were close enough for me to see that they were Hanes, a brand I often wear myself. He was slowly pumping his cock, still facing sideways, looking in the mirror. His free hand was stroking his chest and pinching his nipples.

"Jesus, he's really jerking off," said my son.

"I hope you're enjoying the show. I know how you like to watch guys."

"Aw, Dad," he said, reproachfully.

"Relax. Obviously I like to watch guys too. There's nothing wrong with appreciating a good looking guy in his undies. It's not like we're gay or anything."

"I'm glad about that," he said. "I was beginning to worry about you for a while there."

"All guys like to fool around with each other once in a while. When I was your age, I was jerking off half the guys in my class. We used to go into the bathroom for a smoke, two to a stall, and I always had a handful of cock. Nothing wrong with that, all teenagers do it."

In the other window, the guy had pulled his waistband down under his balls and was stroking a lot faster.

"Look at that dick, it's bigger than yours, Dad." My son was now stroking his own dick through his pants.

"You should know," I said.

He laughed. "I wanna have a dick like that."

"Patience, you will, believe me."

Next door, the guy pulled his underpants down to mid thigh, and milked his dick with a tight squeeze. With his finger, he scooped precum from the end and lifted it up to his mouth.

"He likes the taste of his own dick," said my son.

"So do I. Don't you?" He didn't deny it.

I expected the guy to masturbate to a climax, but after a few minutes, during which he fondled his balls, fingered his own ass, pulled his foreskin all the way back to reveal his glans and tasted more of his precum, he abruptly walked over to the bed and switched the bedside lamp off. His room was suddenly dark.

"Shit!" said my son. "Show's over." There was genuine regret in his voice.

"Wrong," I said, "it's only just beginning."

I walked over to the door and switched the overhead light on. It was bright, I was glad to see. The guy was gonna get a show that would more than rival his.

"Are you gonna jerk off for him?" asked my son eagerly.

"That and more. I'm just as much of an exhibitionist as he is, and I'm in a really slutty mood. I've always wanted to do this." Standing sideways to the window, as my new friend had, I pulled my tank over my head and dropped it. I stood with my hands on my hips, my stiff dick tenting my underpants, admiring myself in the mirrored closet doors.

"Whatdaya think?" I asked.

"Pretty hot," said my son.

I put my hand down the front of my briefs and began to fondle myself. I turned a full one-eighty to face my son, who was now sitting on the end of the bed. "You get to look too," I said. He smiled.

"Jesus, I love this," I said. "Knowing that he's there in the dark, probably pumping his dick like crazy, getting himself all aroused over the sight of my body. It's really turning me on." I was now stroking my dick, steadily. I allowed the waistband of my Calvins to slip down into the space between my first and second knuckles so that on the down-stroke, the tip of my dick would appear briefly, then disappear on the up-stroke. My son never took his eyes off me. He started to stroke his own dick through his pants. I let the waistband slip farther down to below my second knuckle, exposing more of my dick on each stroke. "God, I'm so fucking horny," I groaned. "I'd better slow down or I'll cum too soon."

"Don't you wanna cum for him, Dad?"

"Oh, there's lots more to come," I said, pointing to the bedside table. "Pass me those butt plugs and the lube." My son's eyes went wide. "You stick these up your butt?" He passed them to me. "Dad, you're more of a perv than I thought."

"They're not as exciting as a dick, but they'll do for now," I said. I turned to face the window and slowly pulled my underpants down to my knees, then sat on the end of the bed. "Here," I said, putting some lube on the smaller of the plugs. "Do me a favor and insert this." I fell back and pulled my knees up to my chin.

I detected a certain eagerness as my son took the plug and placed the tip against my hole. "Go ahead and push," I said, then felt it go in. Having my son push it in felt much nicer than when I do it myself. "Now push it in and out like you're fucking me."

"What does it feel like?" he asked.

"There's no way to describe it. You'll have to try it for yourself." He didn't appear to be reluctant. "Now take it out and put the big one in." I knew that the other plug was exactly the same circumference as my dick, having measured it. I knew it would hurt going in, but I wanted to put on this show for the neighbor, and more importantly, my son. He pushed hard and eventually, painfully, it slid in.

"So you like having a dick up your ass?"

"To be honest, I've never had one, but I like to fantasize about it." My dick, which I had been stroking had now gone soft.

"I think he's seen enough. Take it out." My son removed it and placed both plugs in a tissue on the bedside table. I lowered my legs and with my hand rapidly brought my dick up to full stiffness. I lay there for a while, reveling in the fact that I was jerking off in front of a stranger and my son, who continued to stroke the bulge in his pants. After a while I sat up.

"Why don't we give him a real show?" I suggested.

"What do you mean?"

"Let's make out that we're a couple of utterly perverted faggots, and pretend that we're really getting it on together. It's gonna drive him really nuts."

"You want me to jerk off too?"

"Better than that. Step over here." I swung sideways so that I was now sitting on the edge of the bed, side on to the window. As my son stepped up to me, I reached out and started to unbuckle his belt.

"I can do it, Dad," he said.

"Yes, but it looks better if I do it." I opened the catch at the top of his pants and slowly pulled his zipper down. I reached inside and cupped his basket in my hand. He was rock hard, his beautiful uncut cock straining to escape from his white briefs. I slid his pants down over his hips and let them fall. As I gazed adoringly at his treasure concealed in his Calvins, he pulled his T shirt over his head. "Son, you're a sexy son of a bitch. You look even hotter than that guy next door." He smiled at me.

"I've always thought that you're pretty hot too."

My heart was pounding. Here I was, naked except for my underpants round my knees, in front of a perfect stranger and my son, utterly filled with lust, aroused beyond reason by the sight of his bulging underpants. I leaned forward and kissed the end of his dick, while my hands roved over his hips and buttocks.

"Have you ever had a guy jerk you off?" I asked.

"Er. . ."

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"No, it's O.K. There's a buddy of mine at school. He likes to feel me up now and again."

"Nice, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Do you ever fantasize about him, while you jerk off?"

"Dad, come on. Enough already."

"But you've never been sucked off, right?"

"No."

"No time like the present." I pulled his briefs down below his balls and gazed at his rigid cock. It was about an inch shorter than mine, beautifully formed with a large loose foreskin. I took hold of it and slowly skinned it back. "That's so beautiful," I said. "It's absolutely perfect. I like it better than I like my own, and you know how much I like my cock." He grinned.

I rolled the skin forward until his glans was covered and took the tip in my mouth. I heard him gasp. I suddenly realized that I had been wanting to suck off my son for a long time, but I had repressed the desire. Now that his cock was actually in my mouth, and he was not resisting, I felt as though I was about to cum any second, even though I was not touching myself. Glancing sideways, I caught sight of us both in the mirror, father and son, underpants at half mast, me sucking his dick. It was a sight I never want to forget. He placed his hands behind his neck and thrust his hips forward, slowly fucking my face. Each time his cock withdrew, I was able to lick the end with my tongue, and then it would push back into my throat. I fondled his beautiful balls in one hand, and reached between his legs with the other and fingered his asshole.

"Fuck, Dad, that's so fucking good. How does it taste?"

"More delicious than you can imagine," I said, coming up for air.

"I've never sucked a dick."

"You'll love it, I guarantee." Once more, I wrapped my lips around his dick, masturbating him with my lips. This was the most intense sex I had ever had in my life, magnified by the knowledge that we were being watched. Holding his foreskin forward, I ran my tongue underneath and swirled it around. My son was groaning.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he muttered, his breath coming in gasps.

I leaned back, allowing his dick to escape. "I want you to cum in my mouth."

"Anything, Dad. I'll do anything you want me to."

I let go of his dick and lay back on the bed. "Anything?"

"Right now, I'm so fucking horny, I don't care what I do."

"You wanna touch my dick?"

"I thought you'd never ask." He sat down beside me, on the side away from the window, so as not to obscure the view. He reached out and took hold of my rock hard cock, and began to stroke it. "I have a confession to make. You didn't ask if I'd ever jerked anyone off. Well I have. That guy who feels me up - I give him a hand job regularly. I think I may be gay."

"Forget about labels. Most guys are bi-sexual and there's plenty of time for girls later. That feels so good, son. Don't stop." For a fourteen-year-old, he gave a pretty good hand job, varying his touch and speed, changing hands from time to time. It was blowing my mind, having my adorable son jerk me off in front of an audience.

"Look," he said, "It's all wet at the end."

"That's my precum," I said, lifting a fingerful to my mouth. "Mmm, delicious."

"I thought I was the only guy who liked to taste his own dick juice."

"No, everyone does it."

"Can I taste yours?"

"Of course you can."

He bent his head and gave the end of my dick a gentle lick. "It hardly tastes of anything. Does cum taste the same?"

"Pretty much, but I'm not sure you're ready to taste my cum yet. Plenty of time for that later, anyway, I want to taste yours tonight." Before I'd finished speaking, he'd lowered his head onto my dick and began sucking it. I was so close to cumming that I put my hands on his head and lifted him off. He looked at me and smiled.

"I guess I'm a cocksucker," he said.

"Just like your Dad. Come here."

I rolled him on to his back and pulled his underpants farther down his thighs. He lay there, utterly vulnerable, his gorgeous dick pointing vertically, waiting for my eager mouth. The aroma from his dick filled my nostrils as my head came down and my mouth engulfed him. I bobbed my head rapidly, gripping the base of his dick and milking it with my hand.

"Fuck, shit, I'm gonna cum," he yelled and I felt his dick begin to pulse. For a young boy, he sure produced a generous amount of cum, shooting it in big spurts on to my tongue and down my throat. I swallowed every drop, then came up for air.

"Did you enjoy that?" I asked.

"Enjoy? It was fucking fantastic. I loved cumming in your mouth. Next time I want you to cum in mine."

I was in heaven. My teenage son wanted to suck me off. It was unbelievable. All my repressed desires rushed to the surface and I knew I was gonna cum in about five seconds. I jumped to my feet and ran over to the window, hampered by the briefs round my knees. Just in time, as I got there the first jet of cum hit the glass, followed by half a dozen more. I stood there, furiously jerking my cock, panting knowing that my hidden audience was taking it all in. I put my finger into the blob of cum that was tricking down the window, and with it, I wrote "8 a.m." backwards on the pane. I hoped he'd get the message.

I turned and came back to the bed, where my son lay on his back, his underpants still at half mast. "I didn't get to see you cum," he said, "You had your back to me."

"There'll be plenty of time for that. I wanted to return the favor to our neighbor."

I lay down beside my son, who took hold of my dick again. He squeezed it tightly and slowly slid his hand up it towards the tip. A last big drop of cum came out of the end. He leaned over and took it on to his tongue. Then, with a grin, he swallowed it.

"So how does it taste?" I asked.

"Fucking fabulous!" he said. "I want a lot more of that."

"I'm gonna call your Mom and tell her you're staying here tonight. O.K.?"

"Sure. Do you think he'll do another strip-tease in the morning?"

"Count on it!"

"I can hardly wait," he said, pulling his underpants up. Following suit, I started to pull mine up, but he interrupted me. "Take those off. Put the stiff ones on. I like you better in those."

"They're gonna be a lot stiffer by tomorrow," I said.

"Count on it!"

We climbed into bed and I put out the light. It was dark for a few seconds, then the light next door came on. We sat up in bed and looked, as the neighbor stood in his white Hanes, dick out of the fly, jerking his dick furiously. Once again, he fired half a dozen jets of cum on to the window pane, then abruptly turned and switched the light off.

"I guess he was watching after all," I said.

"I'm so glad," said my sexy, lust-crazed son.

To be continued.