Date: Sat, 4 Feb 2017 21:27:55 +1300
From: DD Wilson <wilsonddwilsondd@gmail.com>
Subject: Gay Underwear

This is my first story I have ever written, ( so please take it easy on
me.)  If you're looking for wank material, this isn't it. This is about an
idea.

Any one who has employed a teenage boy will know that their enthusiasm is
tempered with many mistakes.  The man in charge has to have a liking for
the boy to compensate for the annoyance of these mistakes.  It is possible,
the concept of Social Darwinism could explains that mutual love between a
boy and an older man has evolved so that the boy is taught what the man
knows and valuable knowledge is not lost to the society.  This is the theme
of this story.  The narrator of the story is an old man who is experiencing
this relationship for the first time .  (I have tried to add a little
humour and a twist to the plot.)


This is completely fiction. Any relations to real or dead people, is
completely coincidental.

If you're under age, or are offended by any type of male intimacy, or if it
is illegal for you to read this material, please leave.

I retain the ownership of this story.

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You may contact me at wilsonddwilsondd@gmail.com


Gay Underwear


As my heart is no longer working all that well, my doctor has told me that
I should go for a walk every day.  One of my favourite walks is along the
beach at the base of a fifty foot cliff, it is only possible at low tide.
Half way along the beach there is a rock that projects out into the sea.
Today I was a little early and I could not get around this rock until the
tide when out further so I lay down on the warm sand and dosed off.

I was woken by a boys voice, "Hello, are you all right."

I woke, opened my eyes and standing before me was a most beautiful boy.  Or
at least the bit I could see.  He was six feet, slim build and fair hair
with a nice pair of hairy legs.  But in between he was covered in a
shapeless white T shirt and huge black shorts down to his knees.

"I was just waiting for the tide to go out."  I replied.

"I will help you to climb over.  It is quite easy, I'm Andy by the way,"
the boy said.

"I'm Fred, I might be a bit old to climb that."

He positioned himself with his back to the rock.

"Now stand facing me.  I don't mind if you push against me."  Andy
instructed.

I could feel my bulge pressing against his.  With instructions as to where
the foot and hand holds were, I climbed half way up until my bulge pressing
into his face.  I was sure that it was not necessary for his face to rub my
bulge the way he did.  He then said to rest a moment before putting both
hands under my left foot and projecting me to the top.  He threw his back
pack up and scrambled up landing almost on top of me.  We untangled
ourselves and walked across to the other side and Andy found it necessary
to put his arm around my shoulders to help me.  I then slithered down
followed by Andy.

As we walked along the beach I asked about his schooling and found that he
was over the age of consent and he was studying the same subjects that I
had years before.  He lived with his father who was a doctor specialising
in something to do with how nerves control muscles and using electronics to
replace damaged nerves.
 Andy's ambition was to get a degree in medical engineering and work in the
same field but as an average student he was not sure that he would be
accepted.

At the end of the beach there is another place where the tide has to be low
to safely pass.

"I think that we better wait for the tide to go out.  It will be okay in
half an hour," Andy said looking at the next rock barrier.  "Lets get some
sun," pulling his shirt off, "will you rub sun block on my back?"  Andy
said grinning at me.

I rubbed sun block over his back and his chest.

"Thanks, that felt great."

"My pleasure, I liked doing that, and will you do my back and you may as
well take those huge shorts off."

"I can't lie hear in my underwear."

"Why not they are probably bigger than a pair of speedos."

"Are you going to take your shorts off."

"No I can't, I have gay underwear on, that is what it is advertised as."

"What makes underwear gay."

"This has a hole that you put your junk through and then a flap that covers
it up.  Not very stable."

"Come on show me."

We looked at each other for a moment and then pulled our short down.  I had
to hold the flap on my underpants in place to cover my boner.  Andy grabbed
my hand and pulled it away letting the flap slip and displaying everything.

"You are different, I have not seen a cut cock hard before, can you wank
the same."

"I think so but I have never played with an uncut cock, can I."

Andy pushed down his tiny tight underpants, and his seven inch cock
escaped, sprung up and hit his stomach.

We lay down on our sides Andy's left hand exploring my old junk and my
right hand exploring Andy's cock and balls and moving his foreskin to find
out what I had lost.

"If you keep that up you know what will happen."

"Good.  It feel better than wanking."

"I'm cumming," we both gasped at almost the same time.

I shot a load further than I through my old junk would ever manage again.
Andy followed by shot after shot landing on my chest and finishing
dribbling into my hand.  I licked my hand clean of his young spunk.

Andy looked at me and said, "That's gross, what does it taste like."

"Sort of fruity with salt, Nice."

I collapsed, my old heart racing and pounding.  I thought I must not have a
heart attack.  My lovely beautiful boy, my first boy, my boy, I could not
let him think that his beauty and my lust had killed me.  He must not have
to live with that for the rest of his life.  My pray was answered, my heart
returned to normal.

I looked into Andy's eyes, "Thank you, you have made an old man very
happy."

Andy leaned over and gave me a quick kiss and said, "You have made a young
man very happy."

We climbed around the last rock and just before the track led up to the
cliff top there was a little private spot where we could not be seen.  I
pulled him to me, he pulled away with surprise and then wrapped his arm
around me and kissed me.  A short climb and we were back at my car.

"I will give you my e-mail address, we may be able to meet again but if we
don't, remember you are my beautiful boy and I will do anything to help you
from school work to fun stuff."

Andy took the paper and just said, "See you latter," and walked off down
the road.

                     * * * * * * * *

I some how managed to drive home without hitting anything.  I was not
thinking of anything but my beautiful boy and the feel of his boner in my
hand and his hand gently moving on mine I pulled into the garage and put my
hand down to give myself a little squeeze and I came again.  At my age,
creaming my pants, I thought it impossible.

That evening Andy sent me an e-mail.  It just said, "That was awesome."

The next day we arranged to meet at the same place but an hour latter.  I
saw Andy with another boy at the car park and we both pretended that we did
not know each other.  I walked down the beach and waited but he did not
come.

That evening Andy sent me an e-mail.  It just said, "Sorry I was with a
friend," with a photo attached, a photo of my beautiful boy at full mast.

I had to reply that he should not sends information of that nature to
people that he did not know but he could trust me to keep it safe and that
the information would be very useful and had already proved its value.

Andy replied asking for a photo but I refused and that did not please him
and I had to wait for three weeks for another e-mail.

Hi My beautiful old wanking Buddy, You said if I needed any help of any
sort.  I need help badly with my physics.  The teacher is only re-leaving
until they find a new one.  He is old.  You look young and sexy compared
with him.  This last week I have not understood one word of electrical
theory.  Is this stuff you know.  Your beautiful Boy Andy.

Hi My beautiful boy, I know the trouble you are having.  An old teacher is
probably teaching you the way he was taught.  I can remember a lecture
taught like that, and I could not understand.  I can teach you the modern
way.  It is actually very easy E-mail me anything you have and with skype
we can sort it.  If that does not work we will have to find some where to
meet.  Your old Buddy.

A few hours of preparation for me and a few hours on skype and Andy had a
good understanding.

His next e-mail made me very happy.

Hi My beautiful genius old Buddy.  Got the assignment back.  I got 100%.
No one else got over 50%.  The teacher even copied my work and gave it to
the class.  I would like to give you a blow job to say thank you.  Or two.
Your Beautiful Boy Andy.

Hi Andy, my very cleaver boy, that made me so very happy Your old Buddy
Fred.

A few days latter I received his next e-mail.  Hi My sexy genius old Buddy,
I have a different sort of a problem.  I real hope you don't mind my asking
you.  I have a boy friend, Bruce, that I have known for ages.  I real have
the hots for him, after what we did, all I want is to do the same with him
and more.  But I am scared to tell him as I may lose my best friend.  Help
Your special boy Andy.

Hi Andy, that is easy.  Find some suitable porn watch it together and be
brave and have a wank with him watching and see what develops.  Your old
Buddy Fred.

Hi My sexy genius old Buddy, I can't do that. My dad has installed spy ware
on my computer and he will know any porn site I try to look at and it will
be blocked.  I am sure that E-mail is okay he can't read them.  Any other
ideas.  Your special Boy Andy.

Hi Andy, How about gay underpants.  It worked for us. I found a shop in
China that has an interesting range.  Don't consider anything effeminate.
Let your friend see you and bring the conversation around to discussing it.
That covers the right part of the body.  I will buy it for you if you need
me too.  Your old Buddy Fred.

Hi My beautiful sexy genius ( not so ) old Buddy, It worked.  My cock is
sore, and Bruce says he blew his balls out.  I love you. Your special boy
Andy.

               ........................

Andy and Bruce came out from the last class of the day.

"Bruce, come back to my place and we can write up that lesson together. I
have to pick up a package at the Post Office on the way home. Is that
okay," said Andy

They rode together to the shops and Andy run in and collected his package
and ran back to his bike.

"What have you brought that you are excited about," Bruce asked and grabbed
the package and looked at the label.  "The sexy underwear company, sound
like you are buying lacy underwear, you into wearing girlie underwear?"

"No its not," Andy said with annoyance, "If you must know it is gay
underwear."

"What is gay underwear, I will have to see this.  Are you gay?"

"Yes, I suppose that you hate me now," and a tear run down Andy face.

Bruce wiped the tear away with his finger, " Don't cry, I'm gay.  I have
had the hots for you for ever.  You never made a move.  I thought you were
super straight.  Quick, I'm hard, lets go to your place and fix it."

              ...........................

Hi My genius (not so) old Buddy, Dad found out that I am gay, He was good
about it.  But I did not like how he grinned when he told me that he came
home and found Bruce and me hard at it. ( His words.)  He went out and came
back making a lot of noise.  Your special boy Andy.


I spent my days during the rest of the school year preparing and relearning
so I could tutor my special Boy.  We skyped each other , every day,
sometimes Bruce joined us. They were both good student and happy as
boyfriends.  Andy was now in the top two in his class.  When the final
exams arrived he e-mailed me after each exam and he was always happy with
the exam.

                  ***************

After the last exam there was silence from Andy.  No e-mail and no skype.
The results came and still silence.  A week later, silence.  I thought that
he should be a little grateful for the work I had done tutoring him even if
I had enjoyed doing it.  Then I was just annoyed at the ungrateful boy.
Then it changed to self doubt, was I a silly old man who had taught him a
lot of silly out of date stuff and caused him to fail.  It was two weeks
after the results came out I received an e-mail.

Hi Fred, I would like to thank you. Can you meet me at the seat between the
back of the police station and the beach tomorrow at 12.00 Andy.

I knew where the seat was.  He could have said, the seat outside the men's
public toilet.  Was that his idea of saying thank you – a quick wank in
a public toilet next to the police station.  I felt I should refuse but
instead replied that I will be there.

I arrived early and sat where he told me to wait with a view of the
entrance to the toilets.  There was a surprising number of hot twinks that
needed to pee and some looked at me and I could read on there faces what
they were thinking.  "Dirty old man perving at the boys using the toilet,"
but there was one that smiled at me and I think that he must have liked
dirty old men.  Exactly on time, Andy arrived.  It was the first time I had
seen him dressed up.  He was wearing a T shirt that showed off his nice
slim body and black skinny jeans that were propped out in just the right
places.  He was hot.

"Hi, come, I am going to buy you lunch," Andy said turning and walking
briskly off in the direction of a restaurant.

It was not until he stopped at a table that I was able to catch up and ask,
"How are your exam results?"

"Good, I won a scholarship."

I could not stop myself, I hugged him and kissed his forehead and said, "My
beautiful genius boy, I am so happy," I even shed a few tear of joy.

Andy pushed me away, turned bright red and gave me a look of hatred and
turned and said, "This is my father, dad this is Fred."

"Oh shit," I said as I turned to face his father and shake his hand.  His
father was an older copy of Andy.

"Call me John, is it okay if I call you Fred."

It was not the most enjoyable lunch.  Andy's father was the perfect host
and maintained the conversation.  Andy hardly said one word and looked as
if the world had ended.  I was all the time thinking what does he know.
Does he think that I seduced his son and turned him gay.  It was not until
we stood up to leave that John said, "There is a certain matter of some
e-mails you sent my son that I would like to discuss with you.  Could you
come home so that we can have a private conversation."

John took us home in his car and we sat in his lounge with a beer each.

Andy's father started by telling me that about three months ago the school
had told him that Andy was no longer an average student and may be their
top student. His teacher were surprised at his remarkable improvement.  He
had asked Andy and he said that he had an internet friend who was helping
him but was vague about who the friend was.  He decided to see if his
e-mail would explain who this mysterious friend was.  He found some
suspicious e-mail but did nothing that could jeopardize Andy's success.
After the exams he decided to find the truth from Andy.

John started the interrogation, "I have read the e-mail you have sent to my
son.  I understand from your e-mail that you have had sex with my son, how
did you meet, what did you do and how often do you have sex and where?"

"Sir!  I will answer all your question truthfully but there is no need to
subject your son to this embarrassment.  Would you please permit him to
leave the room."

" Yes, that is fair."

"We met on the beach below here and Andy helped me to climb that rock that
blocks the beach.  His behaviour suggested that he was interested in gay
sex.  When we had to wait for the tide we lay in the sun and I suggested he
remove his huge black short and he suggested that I remove mine.  My
underwear was inadequate to conceal that I was erect and circumcised.  We
then investigating the nature of our circumcised and un-circumcised state
which result in mutual masturbation to organism.  That is our only sexual
contact. Today was the second time we have met in person.  We never had
internet sex.  I hope that answers your question ?"

"Am I to believe that you did all the tutoring for nothing?"

"Yes, I did it for fun and to give some meaning to my life.  I like your
son.  In case you have not noticed you have a very nice boy."

"Did you expect thank you sex?"

"No, but a hug and a thank you would have been nice.  I await your
verdict."

Andy came in.  He had been listing at the door.

   " I have something to say.  What he said is true, It was not Fred's
fault.  That day I woke up horny.  I put on the smallest shorts I have and
a long T shirt and went down to the beach to try to pick up any half decent
looking man.  The only man there was Kevin, that physiotherapist that you
car pooled with. He was out walking his mother's dog.  I lifted up the T
shirt and it was obvious what I wanted.  He said that he was gay but did
not like twinks only older guys.  He told me not to be so stupid and go
home and put on some decent clothing.  That is why I had on those big black
shorts.  But I was still horny."

Silence.

John broke the silence, "This is a bit too close to home.  Andy I think it
is time to tell you about me, my tutor and your mother but I want to clear
my head first.  I am going for a walk, and Andy while I am out thank your
old wanking buddy properly."

"What does that mean.  Is he telling me to give you a blow job."

"I don't know.  Maybe he is telling you, to let me give you a blow job."

"He stopped me from e-mailing you.  Said that I could say goodbye to
University if I did not do what he said.  I didn't have Bruce either, he's
staying with his grandparents."

I moved over and sat beside him and gave him a hug and some how we ended up
lying on the sofa wrapped in each others arms and crying.  It was the
stress of the last hour.

When John returned we didn't move.  He called from the kitchen, "Would you
like some coffee," and came in with three mug of coffee.  Andy and I sat
close together and sipped our coffee.

John said, "This is going to be hard.  I have never told anyone.  Andy you
should know and Fred I will tell you too."

"When I was your age Andy, I also had an old tutor.  He was a retired
teacher, he must have been an exceptional teacher.  He changed me into a
top class student.  I have him to thank for where I am today.  He was not
like you Fred.  He did not do it for love he did it for lust.  Sex!  I went
to his place four time a week and each time it was the same He called it
cleaning my mind.  He would suck me off and then talk about day to day
stuff followed by an hour of intense teaching and then he called it getting
me ready for bed, he would suck me off again.  He never once let me touch
him or see if he was hard."

"At University I met your mother and we tried sex.  It was not good.  It
was not as good as a wank.  Don't go all embarrassed Andy, Fathers wank
too.  I blamed my tutor and I went around to his place and abused him using
every fowl word I knew.  I probably invented some. That night I had sex
with your mother.  Hot uncontrolled passionate sex.  Andy you are the
result.  We got married but the passionate sex never happened again.  I
realised, and she somehow knew that I was gay.  That is why we divorced.
But I am gay with a difference, I never see any real man or boy that
excites me.  There has only been one man that has given me the slightest
thrill and he is Kevin who you tried to pick up."

"Hell, I can't take all this," Andy said with a blank look on his face.

"I have two regrets.  I should have explained it all to your mother and we
may have made a go of it.  She is a good person.  And I should have
apologise to my tutor.  I tried.  I went to his house but he had moved."

" I might be able to find him if he is still alive.  I am quite good with
that sort of thing."

" Fred I want to take you out for a proper meal, Not like today.  Next
Saturday night?"


                     **************

On Saturday morning the door bell rang.  It was Andy.  He was very upset,
He rushed at me and wrapped his arm around me. He could hardly speak.

"My father told me to get out of the house and never come back."

"What happened, what did you do?"

"I invited Kevin the physiotherapist guy that Dad likes to the house.  I
told him to look his best, he was wearing a pink shirt and white skinny
jeans with a nice bulge, he did look hot, too hot for dad!"

"That was not wise."

"Dad yelled that he was not having his son acting as match maker and to get
out and never come back and he pushed me out the door.  He did not throw
Kevin out straight away..... Kevin may talk some sense into him."

"We will give him a few hour to cool down and then go and see him.  At the
worst you can stay here for a few days until he settles down."

"You don't thing that he meant it."

"I am sure that he does not."

In the afternoon we went back to Andy's home. The door was not locked and
we went into the lounge.  There was clothing scattered everywhere and there
was some noisy activity going on in the bedroom.

Andy whispered to me, "Dad is banging Kelvin's ass."

"How do you know that he is the banger not the bangee."

"I can tell by his voice.  We had better get out of here."

"You leave a note saying you are with me and put that on top," I said
picking up a triangle edged in lace with some elastic attached.

"What is that, Oh I see that not just gay underwear.  That's kinky gay
underwear."

There was nothing to do but exit quietly and go home and await
developments.

Andy said laughing, "I wonder if Kevin's mum washes his underpants.  He
could not hide that he was gay if she does."

Just as I was starting a meal for Andy the door bell rang.  I opened the
door to two men in suits, an older woman and a well dressed boy.  My first
thought was selling religion.  I can do without that today.

"Can we come in," I realised it was Andy's father.

"May I introduce you to Kevin my partner and Kevin's mother and Bruce.  I
have booked a table at a good restaurant.  I would like all of you to join
Kevin and me for our celebration!"


The end.