The first time I ever saw Davie, my jaw dropped. He was a real head-turner. Achingly beautiful, tall, slender, longish wavy hair falling over his ears, huge dark eyes and a kissable mouth, to me he looked breathtaking. He had that perfect complexion that is often seen on pubescent girls, utterly flawless and perfectly smooth, any woman would kill for skin like that. And best of all, he was just fourteen years old.
I'm not a pedophile, though I can understand how men can be sexually attracted to children. At fourteen, Davie was a young man, sexually mature, but yet still with traces of the innocence and vulnerability of childhood in his appearance and mannerisms.
I'd been looking for a place to live, and as the rents in San Diego are outrageous, an apartment was out of the question, so I'd answered an ad. for a room. The lady of the house, a thirty-something lawyer with a house in Hillcrest, the gay area of the city, showed me into an upstairs room of her modest house. As I looked around, she prattled on about local amenities, bus routes, etc., and then she looked over my shoulder and said, "Davie, come in here." Turning to me she said, "I'd like you to meet my son."
It was like being hit by a bolt of lightning. As Davie stepped into the room I fell instantly and hopelessly in love. He was gorgeous. He was beyond attractive. He was the loveliest thing my eyes had ever seen. My pulse raced as I looked at him, in his white T-shirt and jeans. I wanted to wrap my arms around him and kiss his rosebud mouth. My sexual orientation needle, which swings between girls and guys, slammed over hard against the stop on the gay side. The women in my life were going to have to wait for a while.
"Delighted to meet you," I croaked hoarsely, my throat thick with emotion. "I'm Tony."
He gripped my outstretched hand, pushing my pulse rate up further. "Davie," he said, simply and smiled. It was like the sun coming up. "Gotta run, catch you later." He turned and left the room.
I was hardly listening as his mother told me how much the rent would be.
"I'll take it," I said hurriedly. "Can I move in right away?"
"Of course. I'll give you a key. You can use the kitchen. I'll clear a shelf in the fridge for your stuff. The washer and dryer are in the garage. Oh, I hope you don't mind, but you'll have to share the guest bathroom with Davie. I have my own en-suite bathroom."
Did I mind? Was she crazy? No, I didn't mind. Of course I didn't mind sharing a bathroom with the sexiest person on the fucking planet. I was positively ecstatic. Maybe I'd get to see him in the shower, totally naked. I was beginning to tremble with anticipation.
I concluded my business with Davie's Mom, and went to get my stuff.
I'm a writer, making a thin living from articles on a variety of subjects, so my first task was to organize a phone line for my computer. Then I hauled my stuff, mostly books, some electronics, a few clothes and a big bag of white underwear, over from my old place. By evening I was all moved in, cozy as a bed-bug, and I stepped out of my room, and turned left. At the end of the landing was the bathroom and behind me, at the other end, an open door. I walked to it and peeped in. There was Davy, absorbed in his computer.
"Hi," I said. "Just looking around. I guess this is your room." Not the smartest opening line, but I was somewhat distracted by a powerful surge of lust.
"Yeah," he said. "Come in. Excuse the mess."
"What mess?" I asked, diplomatically. "Looks fine to me. Homework?"
"Yeah. I hate math."
"Not my subject either. But if you need any help with English or History, just ask. I'd be happy to help."
"Thanks," he said. "I will."
Not being able to think of an excuse to stay, I said, "Goodnight," and stepped out and thus ended our first conversation.
Not very exciting, you may think, but over the next few days things began to change.
I monitored his Mom's movements and learned that she worked six days a week, seldom coming home before seven or eight in the evening. Sundays she spent all day with Davie, which I didn't begrudge her, after all, he still needed some parenting.
I decided to make it a policy to never close the door to my room unless I was actually sleeping, and as is my habit, I hung out all day in my underwear, white briefs and a white tank. I planned to keep an ear open for Davie and try to be coming in or out of the bathroom just as he came up the stairs. I wanted to get him used to seeing me partially undressed. Each morning, he was up and off to school before I woke up, but each afternoon, he'd come home and take a shower. He never locked the bathroom door. On the first day, he came out dressed in just a towel, walked past the open door of my room, looked in and said "Hi," and then went into his own room.
I was breathless. The towel, looking as though it might fall at any minute covered his hips and thighs, but the rest of his body was magnificent. Not a hair in sight, except for small tufts under his arms, lightly tanned, beaded with moisture from the shower, he nearly knocked me out. I immediately shut my door and jerked off, coming in about half a minute. Thus relieved, I was able to get back to work.
The next day, I planned it a little better. When I heard him come in the front door, I slipped into the bathroom, leaving the door open. I stood in front of the mirror, shaving with my electric razor as he came in.
"Hi, Tony," he said.
"You caught me in my undies," I said, grinning at him.
"Hey, no sweat," he said. "Undies are cool."
Actually, undies are HOT, but I didn't correct him.
"If you need to use the bathroom, I'll be through in a minute," I said.
"No problem, there's room for two. I gotta pee."
He stepped up to the toilet bowl, unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out. I tried to glance, surreptitiously at it, as I didn't want to get caught cock-watching. It was, of course, smaller than mine, though not by much, hard to judge it's length in its soft condition. He glanced at me and I looked away, trying to see him in the mirror, but the angle was wrong. I finished shaving, blew the hairs out of my razor and put it on the shelf. I tried desperately to think of an excuse to stay, but failed. It would have been embarrassing to have just stood there, so I left.
A minute later I was back.
"I left my watch on the sink," I said. Davie was standing there, having undressed in the interim, naked, for all to see. Actually just for me to see, but I wasn't complaining. His clothes and underwear were scattered around him on the floor. With delight, I saw that his underpants were white briefs, just like mine, but smaller. He didn't appear at all shy, not turning away or trying to hide his genitals. He just stood there as I fumbled with my watch strap, taking a long as I could, actually dropping the watch at one point, anything to delay my departure. The fumbling was not all an act, my hands were shaking as my heart rate peaked. I was able to take a longer look at his dick, its long foreskin completely covering the head, and his little tuft of dark pubic hair at its base. His hairless balls hung low in the warmth of the room. When I couldn't fake it any longer, I left.
The next afternoon, when he came home, I was already in the shower. I'd watched for him as he came down the street and timed it so that when he came into the bathroom, I was all lathered up.
"Hi, Tony," he said, as he stood at the toilet. He unzipped his pants and let them fall.
"Hi, I'll be out in a minute, then it's all yours," I said.
"No rush, take your time," he replied, stepping out of his pants and pulling his cock out of the fly of his white briefs. Through the condensation on the glass walls and door of the shower I could see him clearly, his stream of piss splashing into the bowl. I tried to see what brand of underpants he was wearing but his shirt covered the waistband of his briefs. I was getting excited and my dick was responding accordingly, raising itself to half-mast. There was no way to hide it. As I started to soap it, Davie stuffed his dick back into his underpants and turned to look at me. There I was, washing my dick with a masturbatory motion, as it grew stiffer. He smiled and turned to the mirror, looking closely at himself, searching for non-existent zits. I took the opportunity to rinse off and step out of the shower. Just before I could cover myself with a towel, he turned and caught me completely exposed, with a full hard on.
"Wow, that's some dick," he said, grinning.
"I think it must be the hot water," I said.
"I think you washed it too fast and too long," he replied.
I could only laugh. Once again, the only appropriate thing to do was to leave. I didn't want to push things too fast with this boy. If I came on too strong and frightened him off, he might start telling tales, and I could end up in jail.
Things went on like this for a week or so, and our "accidental" encounters became longer and more frequent. He would sometimes stop by my room to ask what I was writing about, and glance, with what I hoped was an appreciative look, at me in my underwear. I would cross my legs, to hide my erection. A couple of times I helped him with his homework. I began to catch the occasional glimpse of him coming and going in his briefs, Calvin Kleins, one of my favorite brands. It was extremely frustrating to see him like this and not be able to hold him in my arms, tell him how much I love him, and suck his dick. I was jerking off several times each day, just to stay sane.
Then, one Saturday morning, he came into my room. He was fully dressed in shirt and pants, but no shoes. White socks covered his feet. I was sitting on my bed, jotting down some notes for an article.
"I'm having a problem logging on to AOL," he said. "I don't know whether it's my computer or the ISP."
"Mine seems to be O.K. Take a look." The instant the words left my mouth, I realized that I was logged on to a porn site. I'd been reviewing some of my favorite white brief pics on a site called "Underwear4men", and the last pic. was a close up of a guy in briefs with a nice big uncut dick poking out of the fly. Oh, shit! Now he was going to see it. I held my breath. He gazed at the screen as a few seconds ticked by.
"Wow, that's hot!" he said.
I heaved a sigh of relief. "Glad you like it."
"Any more like this?"
"Just click the back button for the thumbnails, and take your pick, if you'll pardon the pun."
I sat there as he clicked away. He was riveted to the screen. I didn't want to look over his shoulder and distract him in any way. For several minutes he cruised the site until he finally sat back, looked at me with a grin and said, "Now we know what turns you on." I had the decency to blush. "I didn't know you were gay." Then he added, hurriedly, "Like, that's not a problem. I'm O.K. about gays."
"Yeah, I gotta confess, I'm an underpants freak. I love to see guys in their briefs, but I like girls too. I`m bisexual, I like a bit of everything."
"I never realized they had stuff like this on the net."
"Don't you surf for porn?"
"Nah. My Mom has this parental control thing on my computer."
"Well, anytime you want to, just come in here and surf whatever you like. We don`t have to tell your Mom."
"I think I kinda like underwear too."
"Then click on my `favorites' and you'll see a whole list of sites devoted to underwear. You can even go into chat-rooms that specialize in undies, and talk to guys like me."
"It would be a lot easier just to talk to you," he said, looking right at me.
I had reached a breakthrough. By looking at porn on my computer, he had committed an illicit act, and we were now co-conspirators. I knew he wouldn't be able to talk to anyone about us without confessing to his "crime".
Over the next few days, he spent many hours in my room, looking at porn on my computer. I found out that, like me, he loved pics of guys in their underpants, and also guys sucking off other guys. He'd also discovered sites devoted to uncut dicks, spending hours staring at close-ups of foreskins. We still had our encounters in the bathroom, and I took the opportunity to show myself off partially or completely naked as often as I could. The fact that I had a hard-on most of the time didn't bother him at all. Sometimes, in my room, he'd be in his underwear, and I could see his erection in his briefs as he surfed the net, but at other times he'd be fully dressed, to my disappointment. I searched my mind for a way to come on to him, so that I could fondle and suck that perfect cock, but my courage failed me.
Then one afternoon, as I was sitting on my bed, researching for an article, he came into my room.
"Tony," he said. "I'm feeling horny." Big surprise, he was a teenager, wasn't he? He continued, "Sit there, don't move, I wanna do something for you."
He started to hum and sway his hips, then he unfastened the top of his pants and slowly pulled the zipper down. Then he pivoted, showing me his butt as his pants began to drop, revealing his shirt-tail, and just below it, the edge of his white briefs. When his pants reached the floor, he bent down to pick them up, revealing even more of his underpants. Then he turned to face me again, threw the pants aside and began to unbutton his shirt from the bottom up. Slowly, one button at a time, the front of his shirt parted, revealing his Calvins, fitting snugly with the bulge of a full erection in the front. His humming changed to a "Dah-dah" melody and I recognized the tune. It was "The Stripper."
By this time, I too, was fully erect, stroking my hard cock through my briefs. A wet spot of precum appeared. Davie finished unbuttoning his shirt and slid it down off his shoulders until it was hanging from his elbows. He did a little dance, thrusting his hips out lasciviously, grinning all the time. Finally, he threw the shirt aside, sat in a chair and pulled his socks off, one at a time. With his legs apart and one knee up in the air, I could see the stretch of white cotton covering his anal orifice. I longed to put my tongue in there. Then he stood up, and swaying once more, pulled his white tank out of his briefs, slowly exposing his midriff, then his chest with its exciting nipples, and then pulled it over his head and threw it on the chair. Now, in just his briefs, with one hand down the front playing with his cock and the other tweaking a nipple, he said, "You like this, don't you, Tony?"
"Jesus," I croaked, "I think I'm gonna cum!" I now had my hand down the front of my own underpants, pumping my dick furiously.
Davie turned away and slid the waistband of his briefs down under his buttocks. Then, swinging his hips from side to side, he gradually lowered the underpants down his thighs, past his knees and let them drop to he floor. Bending over, he parted his cheeks, giving me a perfect view of his rosebud hole. Then he straightened up, pivoted around to face me, and stood there, legs apart, hand laced behind his neck, hips thrust forward, with his rock hard dick in full view pointing right at me. Smaller than mine by about an inch, it was perfectly proportioned, the head still covered by his ample foreskin, his hairless balls below.
"Dah-dah!" he ended the song, a big grin on his face.
I was about to lunge forward and grab his exquisite cock, but my orgasm exploded, shooting a huge load of cum into my underpants, all over my fist and my stomach.
"Fuck!" I said, falling back on to the bed. "I just came!"
"That's what I wanted," he said, gathered up his clothes and left the room.
I lay there, trying to recover my breath. I was astonished and delighted. Davie had come on to me! The sight of him stripping and deliberately exposing himself to me was going to be my favorite masturbatory fantasy of all time. He'd obviously enjoyed showing himself off, as evidenced by his hard-on. The front of my underpants was completely soaked with my precum and cum. My fist, still clutching my cock, was dripping with cum. For about ten minutes, I lay there, congratulating myself on my good fortune and imagining how further episodes might unfold. I felt my dick begin to stir, so I got up, put a T shirt over my tank, pulled a pair of nylon jogging shorts over my wet briefs, donned some white socks and headed for Davie's room.
His door was open so I looked in. He was lying on his bed, eyes closed, hand down the front of his briefs, slowly stroking himself. He opened his eyes, saw me and smiled. "Come on in," he said.
"Did you jerk off?" I asked.
"No, I wanted to save it for later."
"So you're still horny? Excellent, `cos I wanna do something for you."
"Let me guess. You're gonna strip for me."
"Would you like that?"
"Oh, you bet!"
I pulled up a chair and sat down to pull off my socks. This gave him a nice view up the legs of my skimpy shorts of my white briefs. I took my time and his gaze was riveted on my crotch the whole while. Then I stood up and looked down at my shorts. Some of the cum had soaked through, creating a dark wet patch on the front. I pulled out the front of the waistband of my shorts and a waft of warm air rose from the heat of my body, smelling of dick and fresh cum. I inhaled it appreciatively, then I lazily took off my T-shirt and dropped it on the floor. Hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts, I slowly slid them down over my hips and thighs, until they fell of their own accord to the floor. I straightened up, put my hands on my hips and thrust my lower body forward.
"See how wet my underpants are?" I said. "That's all your fault. You made me cum the biggest load of my life."
"Any time," he said, staring at my tented briefs. "I see you like to show off too."
"Sure," I said. "I love being looked at while I'm undressing."
Then I turned away from him and pulled the back of my briefs down under my buttocks. Bending forward, I licked my middle finger and pushed it into my ass, working it back and forth till it went all the way in. "Oh, that feels good," I said. "I just wish it were a dick."
"You like it up the ass?" he asked.
"Only if it's a nice small dick. Big ones hurt too much."
"You ever fucked a guy?"
"Sure, but don't worry, I'm not gonna fuck you just yet. You have to be ready for it." I turned to face him again, my briefs stretched across the front of my hips, barely covering my rigid cock, which was lying horizontally to one side. I gripped it through the cotton and gave it a couple of strokes. "You wanna see my cock, Davie?"
"Oh, yes, please. Show it to me."
I pumped it some more, teasing him, delaying the moment. Then I slowly pulled my underpants down, bending my cock downwards with them, revealing first the base, then the shaft, until it finally sprang free, popping up and hitting my belly. I took hold of it, thrust my hips forwards and pulled my foreskin all the way back.
"It's all yours, kid," I said. I let my wet underpants fall to the floor, flicked them up with my toe and caught them, then I tossed them to Davie who grabbed them in mid-air, bringing them to his face and sniffing deeply.
"You smell good," he said, staring at me as I masturbated in front of him, then he leaned back on the pillows, lifted his hips, pulled his own briefs down to mid-thigh, and started stroking his exquisite dick.
I just couldn't resist it. I jumped forward, dropped to my knees beside the bed, pushed his hand away from his dick and took it in my own. Slowly, I lowered my head until my lips engulfed the head of his cock.
At last, I was in heaven.
The End
Here is a list and where to find them: "White Briefs" series; Gay male, encounters, Oct 14 "My Teenage Angel"; Gay male, adult/youth, Sept 6 "Old Enough to Drink?" Gay male, adult/youth, Oct 31 "My Wife and the Neighbor"; Bisexual, encounters, Oct 25 "Three Way Piss Party"; Bisexual, urination, Sept 1 "Yellow Hanky"; Gay male, urination, Sept 2 "Hard on the Wind"; Gay male, adult/youth, Dec 8
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