It was the sirens that woke me. The deafening noise and the strobe of red and blue lights told me that something was wrong. I jumped out of bed and looked through the curtains, but I couldn't see anything. I went out into the living room and opened the front door of the apartment. There was a group of firemen outside the door of the next unit, and nearby was my neighbor Hank, standing alone in just his white briefs, looking scared. I ducked back inside, grabbed a towel from the bathroom, put it round my waist to cover my own briefs, and stepped outside.
"Jesus, what happened?" I asked.
"The fucking kitchen's on fire," said Hank.
"Are your O.K?"
"Yeah, just a bit freaked out." He looked it. He was sweating in the cool night and his hair was all over the place. "I'd put the coffee maker on a timer before I went to bed. I think it was faulty. The smoke alarm woke me.
The whole place was full of smoke and I could see a glow from the kitchen. I didn't bother to try to put it out, just grabbed my cell phone, ran out and called 911."
At that moment, a fireman came out of Hank's apartment.
"All clear here, it's out," he called to his colleagues. "Belay those hoses, we'll be out of here shortly."
Later, after they'd left, we surveyed the damage. Some of the upper kitchen cabinets were charred, the counter-top ruined and the translucent dropped-ceiling panels had melted. But the worst thing was that the whole interior had a film of black soot over it. That, and the smell.
"I'll have to find a motel," said Hank.
"Forget that. I have a spare bedroom and you can stay with me until this is fit for habitation again. It may take a few days, this being a holiday weekend. Just leave this to the management, they`ll have professionals clean it all up." He gave me a grateful look.
"Sorry to put you out."
I wasn't too upset. Yes, my sleep had been interrupted, but it had given me the opportunity to see Hank dressed only in his white Calvin Klein boxer briefs, and even though they had black smudges on them, he still looked pretty tasty to me. I'd been eying him for a couple of months now, having caught glimpses of him in his undies through his living room window, but this was my first unobstructed view. He was sexier than he knew.
I could see he was trembling slightly. "What you need right now is a large Scotch," I said, taking him by the arm and leading him into my apartment. I sat him down on a stool at the breakfast bar and poured him a generous drink, and a slightly smaller one for myself. I sat down on the stool next to him, sipping my drink, with my legs apart, allowing him a view of my white briefs up my towel, if he chose to look.
He chose.
He took a couple of pulls at his drink. "I feel better now. Shit, I was scared there for a while. I thought the whole fucking place was gonna go up."
"You should take a shower and get a good night's sleep. And we need to soak your underpants so they don't stain permanently."
He looked down at his boxer briefs. "I'd better go next door and get some stuff to wear."
"Leave it until the morning. I can lend you a pair of mine, if you're O.K. about wearing another guy's undies. What's your waist size? I think you' re a 32, like me."
"Yeah," he said, "32 and thanks, I don't mind at all."
I went into my bedroom, dropped the towel from round my waist, took a pair of clean Calvin Klein briefs from my dresser drawer, and came back into the kitchen. "Put these on after your shower," I said. "The bathroom's through here." I followed him into the bathroom, keeping the conversation going, so as to justify my being in there. He stepped out of his boxer briefs and looked at himself in the mirror.
"I'm a mess," he said, surveying himself. I joined him in his appraisal of his slender body, with its hairless chest and well proportioned limbs. To my delight, he had a gorgeous dick, bigger than mine, with a nice long foreskin which reached well beyond the cock-head. It swung gently as he moved. After a few seconds he slid the shower curtain aside, stepped in, turned on the water and began to soap himself down. When I'd moved in to this apartment I'd wisely bought a transparent curtain in the faint hope that one day I would be looking at another guy through it, and here he was, my fantasy coming true. I kept up the conversation, talking about trivia, just to give me a reason to stay there watching him. It didn't seem to perturb him as he soaped his body, carefully washing the crack of his ass, lathering his balls and dick, washing the latter with a masturbatory motion. Was it my imagination, or was he taking a little longer than necessary with his dick? Eventually, he rinsed off and stepped out, his dick just a hair bigger than before he showered. I handed him a clean towel, which he used to dry his hair, enveloping his whole head in it, so I was able to look at his dick without his being aware of my gaze. When he lowered towel, he could see that I was staring at him, making no attempt to disguise my interest, and apparently it didn't bother him. He picked up the briefs I had given him and stepped into them, pulling them up to the top of his thighs, so that his dick hung out over the top of the waistband. "I think these will fit," he said, looking at himself in the mirror. He pulled them all the way on, tucking his dick inside. "Yes," he said. "Just as I like `em, not too tight."
At this point, I was desperately trying to control my own erection, which was causing my own briefs to bulge in an obvious way. Although he could clearly see this in the mirror, he didn't comment. I picked up his boxer briefs and we went back into the kitchen, where I ran a bowl of water and dropped them in with some laundry detergent. I'd hoped to be able to sniff them, but he didn't give me a chance. We finished our drinks. "Bed time," I said.
"I really appreciate this. I'd have been miserable in a motel."
"No problem, my pleasure. Yours is the room on the right, " I watched his firm butt as he walked into his room. I washed out his briefs, rinsed them and hung them over the shower-curtain rail. There was something sexy, intimate about washing another guy's underwear. Then I went into my own room, got into bed, put my hand down the front of my briefs, and jerked off, thinking about Hank in his boxer briefs, cumming almost immediately, soaking the front of my underpants. I licked my hand clean, then put my head under the sheet and inhaled deeply. I love the smell of fresh cum, even after I've just shot my load. I was soon fast asleep.
I awoke, with my usual hard on, my "Morning Glory" I call it, to the sound of the toilet being flushed and then the shower running. I jumped out of bed, eager to get another sight of his exquisite body. He'd left the bathroom door open, another indication that he wasn't overly concerned with privacy. "I hope you don't mind," I said. "I gotta pee."
"By my guest." As I stood there, my dick sticking out of the fly of my briefs, trying to pee through my erection, I could see him looking at it. He had taken off my briefs and left them on the vanity top. When he turned away momentarily, I picked them up and gave them a quick sniff. They had that clean laundry smell, with a faint aroma of something that might have been his cum.
I thought I detected a slight stiffness in the cotton, though it was difficult to tell. I dropped them back on to the vanity. Although my underpants were stiff with last night's cum, the stain was not easy to see on the white cotton, but if he were able to detect it, so much the better. I turned my body slightly to give him an unobstructed view. I hoped he would get the hint. Just like the night before, he soaped his dick thoroughly and when he washed the crack of his ass, he was clearly inserting a finger up his hole. I finally managed to pee, though my dick stayed perfectly stiff. When I'd finished, it tucked it, with difficulty, back into my underpants. He stepped out of the shower and pulled my briefs back on. He looked at my bulge without comment.
"How do you like your eggs?" I said. "I'm gonna cook breakfast. I like to eat first, then crap, then shower. That's the best way to avoid skid marks."
He laughed. "Good thinking," he said, "but I've crapped already."
A few minutes later, we were seated at the breakfast bar, eating bacon and eggs and drinking coffee, sneaking glances at each other. By now my morning glory had subsided to manageable proportions.
"In weather like this," I said. "I always hang out in just my undies. The only time I put clothes on is when I go out. Speaking of which, I plan to jog for a couple of miles. Wanna join me?"
"Sure, just gimme a minute. I gotta go next door and get some clothes."
He opened the apartment door, peered out, and seeing that the coast was clear, stepped out, still clad only in my briefs. Obviously he didn't mind being seen in just underwear. In three minutes he was back, dressed just the same, with a black garbage bag full of stuff. I followed him into his bedroom. "The dresser's empty," I said. "Put your stuff in the drawers."
As he put his stuff away, I noted that his underpants were all white boxer briefs. "When boxer briefs first came out," I said, "I didn't really like them. I thought they were ugly. But they're beginning to grow on me now, as long as the legs are not too long. I'll have to run down to Walmart and buy a few pairs, and see how they look on me."
"Why bother? You can have some of these, if you don't mind used undies.
I have plenty of them."
"If you can wear mine, then I can wear yours," I said.
"Why don't we swap say, three pairs. I need some regular briefs to wear under my jogging shorts." From the bag, he produced a pair of red nylon running shorts and pulled them on. "I'll change back into boxer briefs after we' ve run." Then he put on white socks and sneakers. I went into my own room and got dressed for running, leaving my cum-stained briefs on.
An hour later, we were back, hot, sweaty and breathless. "First things first," I said, heading for the fridge. I took out a couple of cold beers. "Not too early for you?"
"Not at all. It's Saturday, and after last night`s drama, I feel like getting buzzed." We sat at the breakfast bar in our nylon shorts and white cotton tank tops. His legs were apart and I could see the edge of his briefs, and about an inch of exposed waistband with the Calvin Klein name running round it. It was a most erotic sight, in a way better than if he had been wearing no shorts at all. I opened my own legs, hoping his view was as exciting as mine. I lifted one leg and placed my foot on the upper rung of the stool. That should give him a nice expanse of white cotton to see, I thought. He was gazing unashamedly at my crotch, and I at his. I knew that sooner or later, we would get into it, touching and fondling each other, perhaps even more, but I wanted to postpone the moment, playing this pretend game, while at the same time being blatantly and sluttishly exhibitionistic. We downed a couple of beers each and then I opened a two more.
"Time for a shower," I said, standing up and dropping my blue shorts to the floor. I stepped out of them, and did a pirouette, dressed in sneakers, white socks and sweaty cum-stained underwear.
"Cute," he said.
He lifted up his sneaker to unlace it, giving me a superb view of his white bulge up the leg of his red shorts, then did the same with the other sneaker, giving me a slightly different view. Then he stood up and let his shorts fall to the floor. I went ahead of him into the bathroom, took off my sneakers and socks and stepped into the shower. "I need a pee," I announced, and with my fingers interlaced behind my neck and my hips thrust forward, I let it go, my hot piss soaking the front of my Calvins and running down my legs.
"You're obviously into watersports," he said. "I guess you wanna be hosed down."
"I thought you'd never ask."
Taking off his socks, he stepped into the shower, took his half-hard dick out of his fly and let his pee shoot in a high arc, soaking my tank, and adding to the wetness of my briefs. I turned around and let him hose my back, then I bent down invitingly. He stepped up close and put the head of his dick up the crack of my ass, his pee still flowing. The feel of hot piss on my ass was electrifying. I turned around to face him, my dick rock hard, clearly visible through the wet cotton. He was staring at it, clearly aroused. "Fuck," he said, "You look hot! Keep drinking that beer and when you're full, you can hose me down."
"Not as hot as you. I've been looking at you ever since I saw you outside last night in your boxer briefs," I said. "That's why my dick`s so stiff."
"I noticed you were looking. It was turning me on."
"Especially at your dick. It's beautiful." I dropped to my knees and pulled his briefs down to his ankles. He stepped out of them and pulled his tank over his head. I turned the water on, and let him take my underwear off. We still had not touched each other's dicks, clearly reveling in the postponement of the pleasure we knew we were going to enjoy. We stood face to face, the tips of our rigid dicks brushing against each other. I reached for the soap, and began to lather his chest, his arms, his back, butt, legs, everything except his private parts. I poured some shampoo on to my hand and shampooed his hair, as he took the soap and began to soap me all over, avoiding, as I had, my erogenous zones, and finished by shampooing my hair.
The moment could not be put off any longer. I took the soap and worked up a good lather in my hands. Standing beside his left hip, I soaped his ass with my right hand, inserting the middle finger as far as it would go. With my left hand, I first soaped his balls, then, the moment I'd been waiting for.
I took hold of his dick. The thrill of actually touching it made my knees weak. I washed it carefully, peeling back his foreskin and soaping it all over. I took my time, enjoying his hardness, its length and thickness. This was a dick which was way too big to fit up my tight ass. A finger is about as much as I can take.
"I have a confession to make," I said. "Last night, after we went to bed, I was thinking about you, about how you looked in your underpants standing out there for all to see, and I jerked off. It was one of the best wanks I've ever had and I shot a big load into my briefs." I kissed him gently on the neck.
"I thought so. I could see the stain while you were taking a piss earlier." He brushed his lips with mine, tantalizingly. After a few seconds, he pulled away from me.
"I don't wanna cum yet," he said. "My turn now." Taking the soap, he dropped to his knees, reached between my legs and began to soap my asshole. He, too, pushed his finger in. It was a tight fit. With his other hand he washed my balls, then started to stroke my dick from the base out to the end, one way only, keeping my foreskin forward over the head of my dick. It was like being half jerked off.
"Are you gonna wash under my foreskin?" I asked.
"Not yet. I'm gonna rinse you off and clean under your foreskin with my tongue."
"You delicious fucking pervert," I said, with a grin.
"Turn the water off," he said. As soon as all the soap had rinsed of both of us, I reached for the tap and closed it and as the water stopped flowing, he rolled back my foreskin, holding my dick right underneath his nose. He inhaled deeply and sighed. "Mmm, I love the smell of old cum underneath a foreskin. It's that special dick aroma, nothing quite like it in the world. It turns me on." Then he took the end of my dick in his mouth, and, as promised, cleaned it thoroughly. I was right on the edge myself, my legs shaking with excitement, my heart pounding in my chest. Hank clearly sensed what was happening and took his lips off my dick.
"Wanna cum?" he asked.
"Hell, no. I haven't sucked you yet, and furthermore, I haven't tried on your underpants. I've been waiting since last night to do that. Let's dry off and go and have some underwear fun."
"You're my kinda guy," he said. "It's great that we both feel the same way about underwear. I've been obsessed ever since I was a boy."
In his bedroom, he opened the underwear drawer and took out a pair of his boxer briefs. He dropped to his knees and held them for me to step into. Then he very slowly pulled them up my legs, to just below my balls.
"Goodbye, dick," he said, giving it a kiss. He pulled the underpants up over my steel hard dick and gave the waistband a snap. "Don't you like the sound of underwear elastic snapping?" he said. "It's the sexiest sound there is." I'd never thought about it, but he was right. He stood up and stepped back. "Fuck me, but you're gorgeous." I turned to the full length mirror behind the door. He was right, I had to admit, I did look pretty hot, my erection pushing out the front of the white cotton in a lewd looking way. I turned sideways, admiring myself.
"I could jerk myself off just looking in the mirror," I said.
"I frequently do," he laughed.
"Don't go away." I went into my own room and got a pair of my briefs for him. Returning, I knelt down and invited him to step into them, pulling them up to mid thigh. I leaned back and gazed at him. "Now there's a sight that' s hard to beat," I said. "Underpants at half mast and a beautiful big stiff dick, just inches from my lips!" Leaning forward, I engulfed his dick in my mouth, taking it in as far as I could, right back into my throat. With one hand I fondled his balls while the other hand stroked the base of his shaft. His dick was long enough to accommodate my hand and the full depth of my mouth. Pulling back a little, I did some creative stimulation with my tongue, sliding it under his foreskin and around the head. I could feel him shuddering with pleasure. He groaned.
"I'm gonna cum," he whispered.
"Not yet," I said. I stood up, pulling the briefs up over his dick, then thrusting my hand down inside the waistband, grasping his member. "Cum in my briefs," I said, "and I wanna cum in yours." He pushed his hand down inside the boxer briefs and gripped me firmly, and we began jerking each other off. With his head thrown back, he was groaning, his hips jerking, clearly on the edge. I was staring at the front of his briefs, waiting for them to get wet. Then I felt the head of his dick swell up, and as it began to throb and the first shot of cum soaked the cotton, I felt my own orgasm begin. I had timed it perfectly. With small cries of ecstasy, we both emptied our loads into our underpants. We continued to milk each other's dicks until we were entirely spent, then looked at each other and grinned.
"You've just made one of my dreams come true," he said. "I've always wanted to cum in another guy's underpants. I'm gonna keep this pair unwashed for a while." The front of his briefs was soaking wet, as were mine.
"I'm gonna keep these boxer briefs on and keep cumming into them until they stand up on their own," I replied.
"Normally, I shower after I cum, but not today. I like the smell too much." He was right about that, the room was filled with the odor of fresh cum.
We licked our hands clean of each others cum. "Mmm, tasty," he said.
We retuned to the kitchen and finished the two opened beers.
"Let's get our bladders full, for some pee-play later."
I opened two more.
"Oops," said Hank, I'd forgotten, my nephew's coming over to see me this afternoon."
"Well, he's welcome to hang out here, if he doesn't mind two guys oggling each other in their underwear."
"Oh, he won't mind that. He sees me in my underpants all the time. He' s pretty cute."
"How old is he?"
"Fourteen. You should see him in his undies. It'll blow your mind."
"Don't tell me you and he . . .?"
"I wish," he said. "If I thought I could get away with it, I'd suck his dick until it came off its hinge. How do you feel about young guys?"
"Given a chance, I'd suck off every schoolboy in the county."
He laughed. "Gotta be careful, though. We don't wanna end up in jail."
To be continued.