White Briefs

I stepped out of the shower, pulled on a pair of white cotton/Lycra trunks, and looked at myself in the mirror. Usually I wear white briefs, but these made a nice change. They looked a little like boxer-briefs, but with a shorter leg, and no fly. I'd bought the small size, figuring they would stretch, and they fitted me snuggly. Brand-new, they were blindingly white. Though I say it myself, I looked pretty hot. Then I cleaned my teeth, combed my hair, applied a quick rub of deodorant, admiring myself in the mirror all the while. Time for breakfast.

In the kitchen, I filled my big coffee maker and set it to brew. Filling a bowl of cereal with milk, I stepped back into my living room and opened the sliding door out to the balcony.

I live on the top floor of a high-rise in San Diego. I always eat my breakfast on the balcony, dressed in just my underpants. No-one ever looks up, and if they did, what could they say? To my left, a screen-wall protected my privacy from the other apartments, but there was nothing between my balcony and the one to my right, but that particular apartment had been empty for months so I wasn't worried about some old bat complaining about her partially clad neighbor.

Gazing out over the city, I could see people hurrying to work, cars and trucks waiting at stop lights, and I wondered if someone behind a window somewhere, was watching me, knowing my routine, zooming in with binoculars on my semi-naked body - an improbable fantasy. Two guys strolled the street below, holding hands, dressed in jeans and tank tops, a common site in this part of the city. I willed them to look up, but they passed on by, oblivious. Then I saw a movement from the corner of my eye. A guy was standing on the next-door balcony!

Then I remembered. I had bumped into him the previous day as he was loading furniture into the elevator. We'd said "Hi," and exchanged names and a few pleasantries, but I hadn`t taken much notice of him. Now here he was, and glory be to God, he was in his underwear, just like me! A snug pair of white briefs graced his slender hips. Suddenly, I was staring at him, hard. He was pretty fucking cute, about my own age, smooth body, blond hair, blue eyes and a friendly smile. I could feel the beginning of an erection.

"G'morning." I said, through a mouthful of cereal.

"Hi, Tony," he said. "Nice day." I could tell that he was sizing me up, just as I was sizing him up, but I effected a nonchalance that covered up my excitement. He smiled. "Do you usually eat your breakfast out here in your underpants?"

"I do. I hope you don't mind."

"Why would I mind. I hang around in my undies most of the time myself."

"Nobody notices me up here."

"Well if they did, you could sell tickets."

I laughed. "Forgive me, I've forgotten your name."

"Richard," he said.

"Of course. All moved in, yet?"

"Pretty much. Though I do have one problem. My coffee perk has died. Any chance of a cup of coffee?"

Oh, fate, how good you were to me that morning!

"I've got a big pot brewing right now. Come on over and have a cup."

"Thank you, I will." He disappeared into his apartment.

I stepped back into my living room and went to unlock my door. I quickly looked around the studio apartment, saw my unmade bed, and threw a counterpane over it. There was a knock on the door.

"Come in," I called.

Richard stepped in, having donned a pair of gray exercise shorts, which covered his loins, but left about an inch or two of white waistband showing.

"I didn't wanna get caught in the corridor in my underpants," he said, "so I put these shorts on."

"Very wise," I said. "We don't want to start any gossip in this building. If anyone were to see you, they might think we're a couple of old queers."

"We're not so old," he said with a smile.

At that point, I realized that my bedside table sported a butt plug and a couple of life-like dildoes, but it was too late to hide them. Ah, well.

"Sit down," I said, and went into the kitchen for two mugs of coffee.

"Black is fine for me," he called.

Coming out, I handed him his mug, and sat down opposite him in my armchair. Sprawled as he was, on my couch, with his legs apart, I was able to glimpse the edge of his white briefs up the legs of his shorts. That's always a huge turn on for me. My dick began to swell in my trunks again.

"So, Richard. . ."

"Actually, I like Dick," he interrupted.

"Don't we all," I quipped.

He laughed. "Indeed. Judging from the toys on your nightstand, you like it a lot!"

"Damn," I said in mock despair. "I'm busted!"

"Don't feel bad. Myself, I'm a frequent user of large carrots and the occasional zucchini. I'm working my way up to cucumbers, but that's gonna take a while."

"Any time you wanna borrow a dildo, just let my know. I'll be happy to lend you one."

"So I guess we might as well come right out and say it. We're both gay, right?"

"Absolutely." I said. "Queer as a three dollar bill. I was delighted to see you on the balcony in your briefs. You really turned me on. I was hoping my boner didn`t show."

"I thought I detected a slight hard-on in your underpants. When I came out on the balcony in an exhibitionist mood and I saw you standing there in your underpants, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. I love to be seen in my briefs."

"In that case, you'd better get those shorts off. Would you mind if I did the honors?"

"Not at all," he said, standing up.

I knelt down in front of him and pulled his shorts down, revealing his white Calvin Klein briefs in all their glory.

"Ah," I said. "Calvins. The Rolls-Royce of underwear."

"And about as expensive," he replied. "What are those that you're wearing?"

I stood up, and did a pirouette. "Fruit of the Loom trunks," I said. "A cotton and Lycra mix. They stretch a lot, big enough to allow a hard-on or a hand inside there. You know, they'd look pretty good on you."

"You think so?"

"Sure, wanna try them on."

"You don't mind?"

"Mind? I can't wait to see you in them. Go ahead and pull them off me."

He reached forward, hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my trunks and slowly slid them down. My semi-hard cock sprang out.

"Nice cock," he said. "Uncut. I love uncut."

He let my underpants fall to the floor and I stepped out of them and picked them up. Setting them aside, I reached for his briefs and slowly took them off him. His cock, like mine, was uncut, about six inches, and well on the way to full erection. I gave his briefs an appreciative sniff, handed them to him then held my trunks for him to step into. I pulled them up over his dick and snugged them up tight. The waistband barely covered the end of his dick. He looked stunning!

"I love the feel of this material," I said, running my hand over his hip and round to his buttock. "Nice and smooth." I deliberately left his basket alone, saving it for later. "Let me wear your briefs. I love to wear another guy's underpants. Knowing that my cock is snuggling in the white cotton pouch where you cock has just been is a huge turn on for me."

He obligingly held his briefs for me to step into, and pulled them up, letting the waistband go with an audible snap. He stepped back and looked at me, his eyes wide. "Wow," he said. "You're so hot! Did I look that good in my briefs?"

"At least as good, probably sexier, and the sight of those trunks is driving me wild. Let's look at ourselves in the mirror." We stood in front of the mirrored closet doors, side by side, my arm around his shoulder, his arm round my waist. "Holy shit, isn't that a gorgeous sight? Two hot gay studs in each other's underpants, sporting full erections. I wish I had a camera."

"I have a camcorder," he said. "Later, we can tape a fashion show. What other kinds of underpants do you have?"

"Oh, lots. I have briefs, boxer-briefs, low-rise briefs, silk boxers and some combed cotton boxers."

"All white, I hope."

"All except the silk boxers. I couldn't fine them in white. Come and look in my underwear drawer, pick out anything you like and try them on."

I opened the large dresser drawer and let him gaze in. My underpants were all stacked according to type, and he selected a pair of Calvin Klein combed cotton boxers.

"I don't usually wear boxers," he said, "but these look better than the usual baggy ones." He slipped off my trunks, laid them aside and stepped into the boxers as I held them for him. What he didn't know was that not only had I removed the button from the fly, but I had undone the stitching so that the fly was open from the crotch right up to the waistband. As I pulled them up, his dick naturally poked out of the fly."

"Oh you kinky devil!" he laughed. "There's no way my dick's gonna stay inside these."

"That was the idea," I said. "Now I can see you in underpants and look at your dick at the same time."

"You like my dick?"

"I love your dick, Dick," I said. "I love all dicks."

"What do you like to do with dicks?" he asked, provocatively.

"I love to hold a dick, feel its soft silky hardness. I love to inhale the aroma of a dick. I love to kiss a dick. I love to lick a pair of balls and lick the shaft of a dick. I love to kiss the end and take it between my lips. Love to feel it in my mouth as I roll the foreskin back with my lips. I love the taste of it. I love it when it starts to pulse as the cum rushes out and into my mouth. I love the taste of cum and I love to swallow it."

"Christ!" he said. "You're driving me crazy."

"I love to feel the tip of a dick sliding between my legs from behind, then pressed against my ass-hole. I love the feeling as it slides up my ass. I love it when it's thrust all the way home, filling me up."

"Stop. If you keep on talking like that, I'll cum in your underpants."

"Which is my ultimate goal. I guess I'm a slut. I'm a real cock sucking, queer, a cum licking whore, an kinky pervert. I'm willing to do just about anything."

"Then why don't you let me see you in these," he said, hold up a pair of Alfani low-rise briefs. I took off my (his) briefs and pulled on the Alfanis. The great thing about them is that they are singly ply, almost transparent, and you can see every detail of my cock through them. The tip of my cock pushed the thin waistband out.

"They're almost see-through." said Dick.

"Even more so when I pee in them"

"Don't tell me you're into watersports?"

"As I said, I'm into anything. What's your speciality?"

"Underwear, as if you hadn't guessed. But I do like to suck a cock from time to time. I can't wait to suck yours."

"I know and I feel the same way, but I want to postpone the pleasure for as long as possible. I want to enjoy our dress-up game for as long as I can. Here, let's see how you like the feel of these silk boxers."

I pulled the combed cotton boxers down and pulled the silk ones up over his rock-hard dick. I stepped up to him and put both my hands on his butt and pulled him to me, our cocks grinding together. I ran my hands over his butt, feeling the silky smoothness of the material. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed a finger against his hole, through the silk.

"Kiss me, you fucking slut," he said.

I needed no second bidding and crushed my mouth on to his, pushing my tongue in deeply, then sucking his tongue into my mouth. I could feel precum leaking from my dick as he rubbed his against mine, silk against cotton. For half a minute or so we kissed, them came up for air, stepping apart.

"Jesus!" he said. "I damn nearly came. Look at that wet patch on the front of your briefs. I guess you`re as turned on as I am."

"Don't doubt it."

"Those briefs are sexy, but I think I preferred you in the trunks I first saw you in." He picked them up from where they had been dropped on the floor and gave them a sniff. "I can smell both of us." Then he pulled my Alfanis down and let me step into the trunks. He pulled them up to mid thigh then stopped and stood back. "Now there's a sight. A hot dude with his underpants at half staff, and a big hard-on. Fuck, but I want that cock in my mouth!"

"O.K., lie on the bed on your back." As he lay down, I straddled his body, sitting on his waist, my cock at the level of his chest, my trunks stretched across his throat. He strained to reach it with his mouth, but my trunks held his head down. I rubbed his nipples with the tip of my cock, feeling them come alive. Slowly, I moved up, my dripping cock getting closer to his mouth, as he brought his head as far forward as he could, his tongue protruding, ready to lick the end. I held the end of my dick directly over his mouth and began to milk it with my hand. A long strand of precum fell slowly from the end, onto his tongue.

"Mmm," he said. "Fucking delicious!"

I moved further forward so that he could reach my balls with his tongue, then lowered myself down so that he could take them in his mouth. One at a time, he sucked on them. I looked over my shoulder at his cock, protruding from the fly of my silk boxers, its end soaked with his precum. Later, I would take care of it, but now I decided to put him out of his misery and fed the tip of my cock into his mouth. I'm not exactly sure what he did with his tongue, but it send wave after wave of thrills through my whole body. Knowing that a couple of seconds more of this treatment would make me cum, I thrush my dick all the way into his mouth, then pulled back as he started to gag. I slowly fucked his face, careful not to push it in too far, as he made appreciative humming noises. As my orgasm built, I pulled out and gripped my dick at the base to stop myself from cumming. Then I climbed off him, went to my dresser drawer and selected a pair of Hanes white briefs.

Returning to the bed, I pulled off the silk boxers and drew the briefs up over his legs, over his rigid cock and hips. Then, with two fingers, I manipulated his cock out of the fly. I stepped back and looked at him.

"God, I could cum from just looking at you, "I said. I knelt down between his legs, leaned forward and took his magnificent cock in my mouth. He gave a deep sigh of satisfaction. I began to give him one of my world class blow-jobs, running my tongue under his foreskin and around the head of his dick, milking the shaft with one hand, caressing his balls with the other. My own rock-hard cock was dripping precum and my underpants were still down at mid-thigh. I took his dick deep into my throat, and heard his breathing begin to quicken. Not wanting him to cum just yet, I released his dick, and reached for the tube of lube and a condom on the bedside table.

"You're gonna fuck me," I said. "You're gonna ram that gorgeous dick right up my bum. You're gonna shag me till I scream for mercy!" I tore the packet open with my teeth, and rolled the rubber on to his dick. Condoms are usually a turn-off for me, but I was too far gone to care. I applied a liberal dose of lube, then straddled him and placed the tip of his dick against my hole. I love that moment, just before a dick goes in, when you know you're gonna get fucked in just a second and the tip of a dick is teasing your pucker. I rubbed the tip back and forth a few times across the lips of my ass, then, relaxing my sphincter, sat down on it. Having had lots of recent practice with my dildoes, there was only a slight stinging sensation, then the glorious feeling as his dick slid its whole length up my bowels. I raised my body up and down on it until it was buried up to the hilt, then I swayed my hips from side to side, grinding my ass against his pubic bone.

"Shit, that feels so fucking good," I said, lifting my body slightly. "Fuck me, you fucking stud! Ram it up me! Yeah, like that. Rape me! Fuck me, hurt me!"

Dick was thrusting his hips upwards, his beautiful cock sliding in and out of my colon, giving my that beautiful "I wanna shit" feeling. I looked down at my own cock, hard as a rebar, dripping at the end, and my underpants stretched from thigh to thigh - what a beautiful sight. I looked at Dick's face, screwed up in a grimace of ecstasy, his hoarse breath rasping, his fists clenching and unclenching as his orgasm approached. He gave a couple of extra hard lunges, ramming his dick home all the way and I knew he was about to cum. I gripped my own dick and gave it a couple of strokes. My timing was perfect - we both came simultaneously, gasping and crying as our orgasms washed over us.

I collapsed on top of him, utterly spent. For a few minutes, we were silent, too breathless to speak, then, as I lifted myself off and flopped beside him, he scooped up my cum with his fingers from where it had landed on his chest and brought it to his lips. "Mmm, delicious," he said, "I must be the luckiest guy in the world. What were the chances that I would move into a apartment right next door to another underpants freak like myself - and such a sexy one, too?"

"I feel the same," I said, reaching to roll the condom off his dick. I brought it to my lips and tasted his cum, then dropped it on the bedside table. Even though I was no longer horny, he still looked good, with his softening dick out of the fly of his underpants.

"So," he said, "you take breakfast every morning on your balcony in your underpants?"

"Yes, and lunch, and dinner."

"I'm gonna be spying on you."

"I can hardly wait."

"So what's next?" he asked.

"Well, as soon as we're recovered, we're going to step over to your place to take a look in your underwear drawer and your laundry hamper, so I can try on your used briefs, then maybe after I've sucked you off, I'm gonna put my boxers with the big fly on you backwards, so I can rim you and fuck you, then you can give me a golden shower so I can taste your piss, then we could do some docking and. . ."

". . .And model my underpants for the camcorder."

"Now you're really talking," I said.

THE END

Here is a list of my stories and where to find them: "White Briefs" series; Gay male, encounters, Jun, 04 "My Teenage Angel"; Gay male, adult/youth, Sept 6, 03 "Old Enough to Drink?" Gay male, adult/youth, Oct 31, 03 "My Wife and the Neighbor"; Bisexual, encounters, Oct 25, 03 "Three Way Piss Party"; Bisexual, urination, Sept 1, 03 "Yellow Hanky"; Gay male, urination, Sept 2, 03 "Hard on the Wind"; Gay male, adult/youth, Dec 8, 03 "Leon"; Gay male, beginnings, Feb 14, 04 and Gay male, interracial, Feb 4, 04 "Drinking Hers and His"; Bisexual, urination, Feb 8, 04 "The Making of a Pervert"; Bisexual, adult/youth,Feb 24, 04 "Teaching Little Amy"; Bisexual, adult/youth, Feb 24, 04 "A Crush on Mrs, Wilson, Lesbian, adult/youth, Mar 12, 04

Tony.