Date: Sun, 26 Sep 2010 16:46:32 +0100
From: Toby Craddock <thymelicus@gmail.com>
Subject: Joe the King Part 2

Those of you who, like me, like the sight of young teenage boys in white
briefs will have no doubt drooled over the film 'Joe the King'. It is all
about a 14 year old boy from a difficult family background who, at the end
of the film, is sent away for 12 months to a detention centre for breaking
and entering. Often during the course of the film we often see Joe wearing
jeans and a white tank top (singlet), often the elastic waistband of his
white 'Fruit of the Loom' briefs is showing above his jeans, and equally
often we see him stripped just to his briefs. On a couple of occasions we
also see his 15 year old brother just in his white briefs too. This is
without a doubt the best film I know for lovers of young teenage boys in
white undies -- don't tell me the director doesn't have a similar fetish!
Joe took to petty crime to steal money with which he could pay off the
debts run up all over town by his drunken abusive father, and hence he got
into trouble with the law. In the film, Joe is played by young Noah
Fliess. Noah displays to perfection the intense sexuality that is just
brimming beneath the surface of many boys as they go through puberty. There
are at least two scenes in the film when we can clearly see an erection
under his briefs. On both occasions he is in his tank top and briefs. In
the first scene he is trying to persuade his brother to sleep with him, and
later on in the film he goes to the front door to let in the policeman who
has come to arrest him. My story provides an alternative scenario whereby
Joe earns money but does not have to resort to stealing it.

In Part 1 I described how I first met Joe and persuaded him to visit me
after his dish- washing shift in the diner was over. He had come once,
stripped to his underwear but had taken fright and backed off. I was now
eagerly awaiting his second visit and hoping for something better.

So; Joe the King, an alternative scenario Part 2

He 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 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.  Well over 5", circumcised and all
mine. Mine to wank, mine to kiss and mine to suck.  I played with it what
seemed an age but was probably only about 10 minutes when 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 he 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 and
extra $5 each time compared to working at the diner, he left there an hour
earlier 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. I had
asked him if he could leave a pair of his briefs with me after we had had
sex one night, but he said he only had 4 pairs left -- some of the others
had been thrown out by his mother. 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 6-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!

He had 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 very 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,
so 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 soaking 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 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 took his lovely boy
cock into my mouth, determined to make the most of the opportunity. I took
all his spunk into my mouth and swallowed every drop -- it was after all
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 provided
he never asked me again for sex.

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, and I began to feel ashamed for contemplating
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 was might well be interested in having
sex with him. I only hoped Joe hadn't told him anything else

By the time Joe was approaching 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 diner. I started thinking about
going back to Ray again, but the opportunity to move to another job in
another town came up and I went.

I reflected 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!