It's early Sunday evening and I'm bored out of my skull, wandering around the mall. All the available movies, I've either seen or they're crappy junk. I've already had an early dinner and I'm just browsing the stores. There 's nothing I really need, I'm just killing time. It's getting close to closing time here so maybe I'll swing by my local video store and see if they have any decent new stuff, but after a while, all those gay videos begin to look the same: Guy sucks guy, other guy sucks him back, guy fucks guy, end of story. Not a shred of romance, no dialogue, no seductive undressing, I can do a lot better with my imagination
I wander into a men's clothing store, with a narrow front, and racks of overpriced jackets and pants stretching way back to the rear. Maybe they'll have some interesting underwear. Fascinated as I am by white cotton, I'm getting a little tired of the same old look-alike briefs. Perhaps it's time I looked at something different.
This evening I'm well dressed for underwear shopping. Just a white tank, a pair of blue nylon jogging shorts covering my well-worn white Calvin Klein briefs, white sox and sneakers. I look like I just came in after jogging. It 's always a problem carrying my wallet, so I just keep a credit card tucked into the waistband of my briefs.
I head towards the rear of the store, past racks of shirts and sweaters.
I see a display of white sox, and then my target, several racks of underwear. I love shopping for underpants. The pictures on the packages are so sexy, really hot dudes in immaculate briefs, boxer briefs, thongs, you name it. I start to browse.
"Can I help you?" I nearly jump out of my skin. Where did he come from? In a gleaming white T shirt and jeans, the sales assistant looks pretty sexy. He'd snuck up behind me. Slender, blue eyes, with a strand of blond hair falling across his forehead, he can play a part in my fantasies any day.
"You scared me," I say. "I thought I was alone."
"Not any more. You're looking for underwear?"
"Just browsing."
"Mmm," he says, giving me an appraising look. "Boxers or briefs? In that outfit, they gotta be briefs."
"Not necessarily," I say. "Maybe these shorts have a liner."
"No they don't," he says with a smile.
"How do you know?"
"'Cos I can just see the edge of your briefs up the side slit."
"Uh, oh, I'm busted!" I grin.
"Furthermore, I caught a glimpse of your waistband. It's showing at the back."
"I really should be more careful," I say, pulling up the waistband of my shorts.
"No you shouldn't. Exposed waistbands are not just acceptable, they're fashionable, and, I may add, quite sexy." He gave me another smile.
My pulse begins to speed up. I'm sure this guy is coming on to me, and he isn't going to encounter any resistance.
"Calvin Klein, the Rolls-Royce of underwear," he says. "Calvins are always a good choice." He reaches out, tucks his forefingers into the waistband of my shorts and adjusts them downwards about two inches, exposing my briefs. "Now that looks cool."
"Thank you. I'm looking for something a bit different today."
"Not boxers, I hope."
"No," I say. "Boxer are O.K. for sleeping in, especially silk ones, but I'd hate to be seen in them. The baggy ass is not flattering."
"You're right. The only thing to commend them is the fact that you can get your hand inside them easily. What they lack in sexiness, they make up for in accessibility."
"You mean getting your hand inside your own," I ask with a grin, "or someone else's?"
"Oops, now I'm busted!"
I pick up a three-pack of low rise briefs. "These look pretty good, but I don't like the colors. Do you have them in white?"
"Afraid not," he says. "What size are you? I'd guess a thirty-two."
"Now that's a good question," I say. "I have to buy low-rise briefs in extra large, `cos they always shrink, but boxers are so baggy, I get them in a small size, so what the hell am I supposed to do?"
He reaches for the waistband of my briefs at the back, turns it down and exposes the label. "Well, your briefs are a thirty-two. I guessed right. But what exactly are you looking for. How about boxer-briefs?"
"I don't like those long legs on them."
"Well how about a pair of trunks?"
"Trunks?"
"Yes, they're like boxer-briefs, but with a shorter leg and no fly. I think they look hot." He goes over to a nearby rack and comes back with a boxed pair. I look at the picture. They do look pretty sexy.
"So I'm gonna look like this?" I ask, looking a the picture on the pack.
"Oh, much sexier than that," he laughs.
"Can I try them on?" I ask.
"Well, you're not supposed to, but we can bend the rules a bit. Look, I gotta lock the front door. It's past closing time."
"Oh, I can come back tomorrow."
"No, stay. It's O.K. I'm not in a hurry to go anywhere. I'll just lock up, then we can take our sweet time." He hurried off to the front of the store. I hope `sweet time' will describe what I think is about to happen.
He comes back, tossed his keys on the counter and turns to face me. I can read the anticipation in his face. My `gadar' is pinging loud and clear.
"Those blue shorts look really great on you. They show your legs off to full advantage."
"They show off my underpants if I'm not careful," I say. "Bending down can be hazardous. Do you have a fitting room."
"I'm sorry, we don't. But with all those clothing racks between us and the door, I doubt if anyone can see us. Go ahead and try on those trunks. I got you the large size. Believe me, they`ll shrink down."
I sit on a nearby chair to remove my sneakers. Lifting one leg at a time, I make sure he gets a good look up the leg at my Calvins. He licks his lips, his eyes riveted on me. I look straight back a him as I stand up and hook my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts and slowly pull them down, letting them drop to my ankles. I step out of them, pick them up. I'm standing there in my underpants, credit card in the waist, and tank, with half a hard-on, being gazed at by a gorgeous guy, the nylon shorts in my hand. Out past the clothes racks, I can see a few figures moving around the mall outside the store.
If they come right up to the window, they could probably see me. I don't care, I'm getting excited. I put the card down on the counter.
"These shorts would look good on you," I say.
"You think so?"
"Sure, why don't you try them on?"
He hesitates, starting to blush, then, "Thank you, I will."
He kicks off his shoes, unsnaps his jeans and begins to lower his zipper. At the same time, I'm sliding my underpants down over my hips. My cock springs free, now almost fully erect. "Oh, wow," he says, "That's some weapon you have there." As he opens the front of his jeans, I can see he is wearing white Jockey briefs, another favorite of mine. He lets his jeans fall just as I step out of my Calvins, and I bring them up to my face and give them a sniff.
He laughs.
"So you're a brief-sniffer, too."
"Who isn't?"
He steps out of his jeans and kicks them aside. Still gazing at my cock, he tries on my nylon shorts. He looks fabulous in them. I reach out and place my hand on his hip, slowly caressing the smooth nylon. "I love the silky feel of them," I say, than slide my hand round and fondle his butt. He makes no move to pull away. Then I take the trunks out of their box and slowly pull them on. The waistband only just covers my hard cock. I turn and look at myself in a nearby mirror. I must confess that they do look pretty sexy, fitting fairly snuggly without being too tight, the legs nice and short. I tuck my tank into them, then pull it out again. "Inside or out?" I ask.
"Tuck it in," he says. "Shows your shape off better."
I turn to face him. "So how do I take a piss?"
"Easy, just pull your dick out of the leg."
I pull the left leg aside and bring my cock out, and look at him as my cock slowly bobs up and down in time with my pulse. "Like this?" He is transfixed.
"Exactly," he gulps. "They look really good on you." I replace my dick back inside the trunks.
"I bet they'd look good on you, too," I say, pulling them down and stepping out of them. "Why don't you try them on?"
He reaches for them eagerly, ready to play the game with me. I lean forward and pull the nylon shorts down over his hips and thighs, and let him step out of them. He slides his Jockeys down until his dick is not quiet exposed, then stops. He's teasing me, and I love it. I'm standing there in just a tank and sox, my dick stiffly erect. I give it a couple of strokes, thrusting my hips forward lewdly. After a few seconds, he pulls his briefs down so that his dick pops out, perfectly erect. It's the same size as mine, about six inches, uncut like mine, in fact, it's almost identical, which is good, `cos I like my dick. My mouth begins to water. His briefs fall to the floor and we stand, face to face, a few feet apart, staring at each other's dicks.
He steps into the trunks and pulls them up over his dick, then does a pirouette for me. "How do I look?"
"Very tasty. If I look half as sexy in those as you do, then they're well worth the expense." I pick up his briefs from the floor, put them up to my face and inhale deeply. There`s an aroma of laundry soap and a faint trace of the smell of his dick. My dick can't get any stiffer. "Do you mind if I try these on. I love to wear another guys briefs."
"I'd be honored. Go ahead.'
"I have a lot of friends` briefs at home," I say, pulling his Jockeys on. "I like to swap whenever I can. There's something about wearing briefs that have enclosed another guy's cock that really excites me. Especially if they have his cum stains on them."
"You kinky devil. I'm beginning to like you."
I look at myself in the mirror, turning from side to side, dressed in his underpants. I do look pretty hot. "Do you have a bathroom? I need to take a pee."
"Sure, through the door over there. Can I come and watch you?"
"I'd be disappointed if you didn't."
In the tiny bathroom, I stand in front of the bowl with my dick out of the fly of his Jockeys. I try to pee, but I'm too hard. He comes in and stands behind me, looking over my shoulder, his hard dick pressing into the crack of my ass. His hand reaches round and takes hold of my dick.
"Let me help you. You have to aim very carefully. We don't want to wet the floor." With his hand on my dick, I'm so aroused I know I won't be able to pee, but I wait, trying to relax.
He whispers in my ear, "I know it's difficult to pee through a hard-on. I can't wait to suck you off. Please, let me suck you first, then you can pee later." I turn to one side as he drops to his knees and takes my dick in his mouth. His lips are like velvet, his tongue like silk as he licks and sucks at my cock. His hands caress my butt and he looks up at me, adoringly.
"I'm afraid to relax, in case my bladder lets go," I say.
He removes my dick from his mouth for a moment. "That's exactly what I' m hoping for."
I've never gotten into piss-play with another guy, though I've fantasized about it often. The idea that he wants to drink my piss is a huge turn on.
I close my eyes and relax my sphincter and start to feel the piss flow slowly down my urethra. It feels almost like cumming. Suddenly, I'm releasing a powerful stream of piss right into his mouth. I half expect him to pull away, but he gulps it down eagerly. After about ten swallows, I shut off the flow, in case I've overdone it.
He comes up for air. "Fabulous!" he says, licking his lips. "You taste like champagne."
"Really?"
"Well, not literally, it's an acquired taste, but I really love it."
He's got me so aroused I'm willing to try anything. "Can I taste yours?" I ask.
"Of course," he says, standing up. "Kneel down." Close up, I'm delighted to see that he's already stained my new trunks with precum. I pull them down to mid thigh and get my first really close up view of his cock. I think I' m in love with it. I take hold of it and roll back his foreskin. A faint but rich aroma of dick makes my head spin. I put my lips over the end of his dick and look up at him. I can taste his precum and my tongue teases his piss-slit, seeking more. For a second nothing happens, then I feel my mouth fill with piss. I start to swallow, hoping I can keep pace, but he shuts his flow off after a couple of seconds.
"O.K?" he asks.
"Yes, keep going. This is exciting!"
With his dick back in my mouth, he continues to piss. The taste is not as bad as I thought, quite mild in fact. My swallows easily keep pace with his flow and soon I've emptied him out.
"How did you like it?" he asks.
"It's not so much the taste, as the fact that I'm submitting to you that 's exciting. It's the most intimate thing I can think of. I guess you've made me into a convert." I stand up and he puts his arms around me. Here we are, two hot dudes in a bathroom, dressed only in underwear, our dicks sticking out and our lips about to meet in a kiss. His tongue goes into my mouth, tasting his own pee, and I nearly swoon. His crotch is grinding against mine and I think I'm going to faint. I pull away.
"This is too much," I say. "I came close to cumming just then. I don't want it to be over just yet."
"I'm sorry," he says, reaching for me, "I just can't keep my hands off you any longer." He takes hold of my cock and gently strokes it. The end is dripping with precum. "Will you do something for me?"
"Anything," I reply.
"I want you to sit on the toilet in my briefs and soak them with your pee. Then I'm gonna wear them when I leave the store. To be wearing my underpants wet with another guy's piss is heaven to me."
I sit on the john and let what's left in my bladder go. I enjoy the illicit feeling of peeing in my pants as the piss soaks the front and starts to drip down from the crotch. As I finish, I say, "Will you do me a favor?"
"Whatever you say."
"I want you to cum in those trunks, then I can go home in new underpants stained with your cum. That's a turn on for me." Still sitting on the can, I reach forward and begin to stroke his dick through the thin cotton of the trunks. He's still rock hard and it doesn't take long. I can hear his breath quickening and his body goes rigid as a huge wet stain spread across the front of the trunks. I pull his body towards me and press my lips to his bulge, sucking as much cum as I can through the cotton. The smell and taste of his cum is overwhelming. I release him and stand up. He watches as I pull down his damp Jockeys, then he pulls off my trunks and wipes his dick with them. We each hand the garments to the other. He wipes his face with the Jockeys, sniffing deeply, then pulls them on. I'm sad to say goodbye to his gorgeous cock.
I pull the trunks up over my thighs, over my stiff cock and rub the front to spread the cum around. Even though he's just cum, he can't take his eyes off me.
"I gotta finish myself off," I say. "You wanna watch?"
"Of course, I wouldn't miss it for anything. Would you be kind enough to cum into your Calvins and let me have them as a souvenir?"
"My pleasure," I say, reaching for them and pulling my trunks down to mid thigh. I wrap the Calvins round my dick and start to jerk of as he watches me closely. It doesn't take long. In less than half a minute, I've pumped a huge load of cum into my briefs, and milked the last few drops. I hand the underpants to him and he plunges his tongue into the pool of cum, sucking up as much as he can.
"Ah," he says. "That taste's so good!"
We both dress, watching each other, not because we're aroused any more, but just to have the memory for later. "How much do I owe you?" I ask.
"It's on the house," he says.
It's been a profitable evening. I have acquired a sexy new pair of underpants complete with a hot dude's cum, and he is the proud owner of my cum-stained Calvins, plus a load of my piss in his Jockeys. A good deal all round. I put my credit card back in my waistband.
As the unlocks the door of the store to let me out, he asks, "Same time tomorrow?"
"Oh, absolutely." I never even learned his name.
If you like my stories, look for: "My Teen Angel" in Adult/Youth "Yellow Hanky" in Gay Male - Urination "Three Way Piss Party" in Bisexual-Urination