Date: Tue, 30 Dec 2008 17:02:09 -0800 (PST)
From: David <davehern1983@yahoo.com>
Subject: Uncovering Pete

The following is a true story regarding sexual activity between two
consenting adult gay males.  If this offends you leave now.  Please email
me if you enjoyed the story.



I have had an underwear fetish for as long as I can remember. I am
especially attracted to guys who still wear white briefs.  My fetish went
into full bloom during my high school years when I had many opportunities
to check out guys in the locker room, or to get glimpses of waistbands.  I
prided myself in being able to tell whether a guy was wearing "boy" size
briefs or "adult" size briefs just by looking at the waistband.  Pete was
one person I had until a few days ago, never seen with his pants all the
way down.  We were both 24 years old and I had only seen the waistband of
his BVD's and I yearned to know what lied underneath his clothed body.  I
recently found out that Pete was gay, which would probably explain why he
was modest in the locker room, he obviously did not want anyone to see the
hard on he got watching everyone change.  Upon hearing he was gay, I called
Pete last Tuesday with an urgent request.  "Let's go some
 place where no one is around and let me into your pants. I am just dying
to see and touch your briefs" A slightly shocked Pete agreed to grant my
plea.

The deal was struck.  We would meet at the mall and after grabbing a bite
to eat we would drive in my truck behind a closed business near by and he
would reveal what was under his pants.  I was pretty nervous while I waited
for Pete to arrive at the designated spot. He eventually pulled up in his
red Honda Prelude, clad in a white t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans.  As we
walked into the mall I started to get a hard on just looking at Pete.  He
was my age, a dark skinny Hispanic of almost 6 feet, with black hair and
emerald green eyes.  My bulge got even bigger as we made small talk, know
that in a few minutes I would be setting my eyes and hands on the most
elusive piece of cotton in my world.

After a quick lunch Pete got into the passenger seat of my green Nissan 4X4
truck and we drove to an area behind a Best Buy that had gone out of
business.  The local was out of the view of the general public, but the
thought that someone might see us only made me more horny.  After we parked
I sat behind the wheel of my truck, clad in a dark blue Old Navy t'shirt, a
pair of loose fitting basket ball shorts and my white briefs with the word
HANES repeated around my waistband.  I told Pete, "what I really want to do
is see you pull down your pants so I can see and touch your briefs, if you
want to do anything else I am game".  Well a once quiet Pete took a
dominate role as he leaned over and ran his left hand over my crotch.  "It
feels like your just a tad bit horny" Pete said, as he cupped his hand over
my clothed erection.  "Ok, here we go" he said as he opened the passenger
door and stepped out of the truck facing me.  He undid the
 button of his jeans and unzipped the fly.  He clutched his hands to the
seams of his jeans and pulled them down to his ankles.  I was is awe.
After 7 years of waiting there he was standing, facing me in his white
briefs with the words Fruit of the Loom on the waistband, I noticed an
erection growing in those briefs as he turned around and let me see the
back side. My started beating faster as I feasted on the site of his worn
briefs accenting his dark butt cheeks.  He turned around and got back in
the truck.  He said to me, " now you have seen mine, now let me see
yours". I stuttered the world "sure" as I nervously pulled my basket ball
shorts down to my ankles.  There we were, both vulnerable to each other and
anyone who happened to pass by.  My cock was so hard it was trying to
escape the bondage of my briefs, pre-cum began to appear on my underwear as
well.

I lost any inhibition I had before and with my right hand caressed my hand
over his worn briefs.  The feel of the cotton of his once forbidden briefs
had me on cloud 9.  I started to trace my fingers on the seams of his
briefs, that area where the cotton meets the flesh.  As I cupped my hand
over his growing bulge I hardly noticed that he was doing the same to me.
With one hand he pulled my waistband out, releasing my thick cock.  I felt
no embarrassment as he continued to pull the front of my waistband down
until it was secured under my balls.  He put his hand like a fist over my
bare cock and started to slowly jerk me off as I played with his briefs.
After running my hands over his crotch, my arm ventured between his brief
clad butt and the seat of my truck.  I ran my fingers over his ass taking
the time to probe his butt crack.  At that point I figured I got what I
asked for, but there was more to come.

"If we have gone this far we may as well go all the way" Pete told me in a
wicked sort of voice.  I followed his lead as he pulled off his shirt and
pulled his Fruit of the Looms all the way down to his knees.  As we sat
there bare naked my eyes were fixed on his 7 inch cut cock that was
standing at full attention.  I looked down and saw my own cock was hard as
a rock with a drop of pre-cum forming at the tip.  For the next few minutes
we jerked each other off, first slowly, with the pace getting faster until
we both had near simultaneous orgasms.  He shot two loads onto his hairless
chest and I was only able to shoot one load onto my chest. In the back of
my mind I wish I had not masturbated before our meeting, which left me with
less than my usual 3 shots of cum at orgasm.

After catching our breaths, Pete leaned over and planted a long French kiss
on me and said, "if only I had known, we could have had a lot of fun
together in the past".  I nodded in agreement, but I was just happy to be
in the present.  The thought of what to do with our cum came to his mind
and I said, "I want your underwear" rather boldly.  Pete took that in
stride as he slipped his shoes off and used his feet to pull his jeans and
briefs all the way off.  He then used his white Fruit of the Looms to clean
the cum off his chest and then off mine.  He then handed the undergarment
to me and said, "keep it and use it for next time".

As I pulled my underwear and shorts back up, he struggled just a bit to get
his jeans all the way back on without getting his deflated cock pricked by
his zipper.  We put our shirts on, acting like nothing happened and I drove
him back to his car.  After a quick kiss on the lips he left my truck and
drove away in his car.  Not wanting to get embarrassed possessing a pair of
cum filled briefs during my drive home I put them in the leg opening of my
shorts. I drove home with the wet undies pressed between my thigh and
shorts before the briefs took up residence inside a plastic zip loc baggie
that kept in my dresser.  For 2 months I would use those briefs as a cum
rag for my masturbation sessions, always thinking back to that magical
afternoon.  Pete and I did not get a chance to have a session like that
again, as he had to join his Navy outfit for a tour in Iraq, but his briefs
are here and waiting for his return.