Date: Sat, 8 Sep 2012 10:24:13 +0100
From: Toby Craddock <thymelicus1@gmail.com>
Subject: Joe and other boys in tighty whities - Part 2

Joe and other boys in their tighty whities -- Part 2

Joe arrived shortly after 9 and gave me a lovely smile - I think we
both sensed sex was going to be on the agenda that evening. After I had
locked the door I said "Let's do it upstairs. Undress in the bathroom
and then come into my bedroom". I stripped off to my white CKs and put
on my dressing gown. When he came to me in only his white FOTL briefs I
gasped with excitement. I put hands round his briefs and gently felt
his bottom. I then kissed the front of his briefs all over and felt his
penis stiffen through the soft white cotton. I started to fondle the
tent it had caused but suggested to him he should remove his tank top
and then bring his penis out of the front opening for me to play with.
At last - Joe's stiff penis was all mine. Mine to wank, mine to kiss
and mine to suck.  I played with it for what seemed an age but was
probably only about 10 minutes. I asked him to turn round and bend over
the bed. The sight of his white briefs now tightly stretched over his
cute bubble butt was just so sexy. I removed my dressing gown and
brought my own penis out from my CKs. I rubbed it all over his briefs -
first behind and then on the front and then we rubbed ourselves
together - his penis onto mine.

After a few minutes of bliss Joe knelt down in front of me, pulled down
my briefs and ...took me straight into his mouth! He held my shaft with
one hand and squeezed my testicles with the other, all the time sucking
me all the way to his throat.  OMG...he knew exactly what to do...was
this the result of boy on boy sex with Ray I wondered? "Joe, you'd
better stop or I'll cum" I whispered. He took absolutely no notice.
"Joe!" I said more urgently, "you're making me cum". "Joe darling,
please stop!" But he didn't stop, and a sure as day follows night
squirt after squirt of my spunk went deep into his mouth; some to be
swallowed and some to be ejected round the corners of his lips.
Heavenly bliss, to be sucked off by a boy you fancy so much. When I
could take it no more he sat on the bed and grinned at me - he was so
satisfied with himself at having controlled my ejaculation. "It's my
turn to do it you now" I said as he lay on the bed with his legs spread
wide open. I did my very best to make it brilliant, and in no time it
was his spunk that was squirting into my mouth. He arched his back as
he squirted, letting out gasps of sheer delight. We didn't hurry to get
dressed, and he let me cuddle him on the bed first until some energy
returned to him. Another $10, but this time really good value for
money. Where on earth, I wondered, had he learned to do this?

And so it was I began to have twice or thrice weekly sex sessions with
the most perfect sex partner I could imagine. I paid him $10 every time
and soon began calling him 'my boy prostitute'. I actually found it
exciting that he took money in return for sex, and he seemed to like me
thinking of him as a boy prostitute. The entire arrangement suited him
well; he got an extra $5 each time compared to working at the
restaurant, and on top of all that the time he spent with me was a lot
more congenial. Some times he sucked me off, sometimes he just wanked
me and sometimes I made myself cum onto his delightful pink ring. Most
times he kept his briefs on, but sometimes I lowered them just over his
bottom onto the tops of his thighs to provide better access to his
private parts.

One night I asked him if he could leave a pair of his briefs with me
after we had had sex, but he said he only had 3 or 4 pairs left - some
of the others had been thrown out by his mother. So the next day we
popped into Walmart (where his mother had bought the original briefs)
and soon found the boys' underwear. There were both Hanes and Fruit of
the Loom white briefs on display so I bought him a pack of the latter
size 14. They were absolutely identical to the ones he was already
wearing. Joe told me his mother would probably not notice he had new
briefs but, if she did, she wouldn't be in the least bit interested in
where they had come from. After that, he let me have a couple of his
older briefs to keep under my pillow for 'blotting paper' use!

Joe once asked me it was that turned me on about boys wearing white
briefs, and I explained that his 'Fruit of the Loom' briefs were
similar to those I had worn myself as a boy when I was going through
puberty and enjoying sexual liaisons with other boys. One morning he
surprised me by an early morning visit before school. He looked
troubled. "Any chance you could give me $15 -- I need it urgently".
"I'll do anything to please you later". I didn't ask him what he needed
the money for as I knew it would be a genuine need, but I gave him the
money and then whispered to him what I wanted him to do in return. He
smiled and nodded in complete agreement. We went upstairs and stripped
off. He removed his briefs, wrapped them carefully round the head of my
penis and proceeded to de-spunk me. Quite quickly I squirted my cum
into his briefs, and when I was satisfied he had squeezed the very last
drop out of me I watched him put the cum drenched briefs back on again.
The agreement was he had to wear the cum drenched briefs all day, and
then return in the evening to be sucked off. I just was not able to
imagine a sexier boy than Joe.

By this time I felt I could bring up the topic of his friend Ray who
was also 14 and who I also fancied. One night when I was starting to
masturbate him I asked him if he and Ray ever did it together. He told
me they had started fooling round together when they were 11, and by
the time they were 13 and had found out how to cum they were doing it
most days after school. This lasted almost a year but they were no
longer doing it now. "Is that how you learned about sucking cock?" I
asked. He nodded. I then told him that I had often had fantasies when I
imagined watching him and Ray having sex together, and I wondered
whether he felt like asking Ray to come to my house to do it in front
of me some time. He just laughed and said "no way!" - apparently his
days of having sex with Ray were well and truly over. I have mentioned
this because of an incident in the car park not long after.

I had gone to do my weekend shopping early one Saturday morning when I
saw Ray riding round on his bike alone. He rode up to me as I parked
the car and said "So you like boys who wear white briefs then?"
God...what do I say now? I just grinned and said "I like your Hanes"
pointing at the white Hanes waistband peeping above his jeans, "Where
did your Mum get them from?" "There" he said, pointing to Walmart.  He
went on in a whisper now, "Would you like me to suck your cock
sometime?" I was inwardly shaking, but I kept my cool. "Ray!" I said in
my sternest voice, "you are far too young to know how to suck cock!"
But Ray wasn't going to be put off...he came up to the car door, opened
his jeans and showed me the massive tent sticking up within his white
briefs. "You'd better get in the car quickly before anyone sees you" I
gasped and, once he was in, I drove off the road at the back of the old
golf course.  This was an area popular with the local rent boys, and I
knew it would be quiet on a Saturday morning. His white tented briefs
had well and truly seduced me, and I said "Look, just this once, ok?"
"Ok" he replied,...and so we did it. After he had sucked me off I
prepared to suck his lovely boy cock -- bigger than Joe's - determined
to make the most of the opportunity. I took all his spunk into my mouth
and swallowed every drop - after all it was going to be the only time.
On the drive back into town he must have felt the usual 'after sex
guilt' coming on because he suddenly said "Promise you won't tell Joe
or anyone?" I promised him my lips would be sealed.

In the days and weeks after I often wondered about going back to Ray,
as I now knew he was very much into gay sex. I had always fancied him
and, furthermore, he had been an exciting partner. In the end I came to
the reluctant conclusion not to as I had begun to feel ashamed for
cheating on my lovely boy prostitute. I wondered how it was that Ray
knew of my fetish for boys in white briefs and, putting two and two
together, I concluded that Joe must have told him I had asked whether
he wore white briefs. Ray must have then guessed I might well be
interested in having sex with him. I only hoped Joe hadn't told him
anything else

For something like 18 months Joe was my boy prostitute, but by the time
he reached his 16th birthday the frequency of our sex sessions had
declined to once a week, if that. One day he coyly mentioned to me
there was a girl at school he rather liked and they had started going
out together. It was inevitable that sex with him would be coming to an
end so, to make it easier for him, I suggested we should have a trial
period of 3 months when we didn't do it at all. He was obviously
relieved I was prepared to make the break, and although he popped in
every now and then with his new girl friend we never had sex together
again. His home life had got much better as his mother had finally
thrown out his abusive father and Joe no longer felt the need to work
at the restaurant. I guessed he also now no longer needed me as a
special friend. I began thinking about going back to Ray again, but the
opportunity to move to another job in another town came up and I went.

Later, on reflection, I realized that I had enjoyed fantastic sex with
Joe for over a year and a half. He had always satisfied me in every
sexual way I had requested, and he had also satisfied my 'boys in white
briefs' fetish. I had been just so lucky!