Date: Sat, 7 Jun 2003 11:54:41 EDT
From: TW
Subject: White Briefs and Pizza

     Jamie was late filing his tax return and called, asking for my help.  "It
's a mess," he said.  "don't know where to start."
     "I'll come over tomorrow," I said.
     "It's gonna take you all day."
     "No problem, leave it to me.  That's what I do."
     Early next morning I knocked on his door. He opened it and ushered me in
to his tiny one-bedroom apartment.
     "'Scuse the mess," he said.
     "What mess?  You should see my place."
     His living room was quite tidy, except for his computer workstation
which was littered with papers.
     "I tried to make a start, but I just had to give up."
     "Just relax.  By tonight you'll be ready to file.  Is everything here?"
     "Yes, but it's all jumbled up."
     "I'm used to that.  You go on out to work and I'll make a start."
     "I'll be back around seven.  There's food in the fridge.  Help
yourself."
     "Thanks, but bring home something nice for dinner, O.K?"
     "Sure.  I'm so glad you're here.  You've saved my ass.  Bye."  He took
off.
     Although he was just a friend, "saving" was not quite what I had in mind
for Jamie's ass, but I would do it if it allowed me to kiss, caress, lick or
fuck his ass in the process.  It was a pretty cute ass.
     Before getting down to work, I opened all the apartment windows.  Like
most dwellings in San Diego, it didn't have air conditioning, and this was an
unusually hot morning.  Then I stripped down to my white Calving Klein briefs,
which is all I wear when I'm hanging around my own home, so why not in his?
If the neighbors could see me, then all the better.  There's nothing I like
better than to be lined up in the sights of a peeping tom.
     I started sorting out all his paperwork, which was tedious, but not all
that difficult.  Around one o'clock, I raided his fridge and made a chicken
sandwich, chugged a beer, and carried on.  I was close to finishing around six
p.m. when I heard the front door open.  Jamie was early.  He came in carrying a
large pizza box and a six pack of beer.
     "Hi," he said, giving me an appraising look.  "Guess I caught you in
your underwear."
     "Sorry," I said.  "It's just that today has been so hot.  I'll get my
pants on."
     "Don't bother, there's not much point, seeing as how I'm gonna strip
down myself.  Let's eat and then maybe a shower will cool us off."  My heart
skipped a beat as he  mentioned "shower" and "us" in the same sentence.  I had a
brief mental flash of the two of us together in the shower soaping each other
down.  "How`s the paperwork coming along?"  He pulled off his shirt, kicked
his shoes off and dropped his pants.  To my absolute delight, he was wearing a
pair of white Hanes regular briefs, which fitted that cute ass snugly.
     "Nearly done," I said.  "You'll probably pay less tax than you thought."
     "Come, sit," he said, plonking himself down on the couch.  Other than
his workstation and a coffee table, the couch was the only furniture in the
small room.  I joined him on the couch, and from the box on the coffee table, we
each took a slice of pizza, dripping with cheese and topped with sausage and
pepperoni.  I cracked a couple of cans of beer, and took a swig from one.  As he
lifted his food up to his mouth, a piece of sausage dropped and landed in his
lap.  There was a short pause as we both looked at it.  He started to pick it
up.
     "Stop!" I said.  "If you use your fingers, you'll get grease all over
your underpants.  Allow me."  I lowered my head, and picked up the sausage with
my lips.  "There, I said, "hardly a stain at all."
     He laughed.  "Neat, I couldn't have reached it myself."
     "If you could, you'd be able to suck yourself off, and be the envy of
everyone."  Again he chuckled.
     I opened my mouth wide and as I brought my pizza to my mouth, a disc of
pepperoni fell of the pointed end and landed in my lap.
     "Fuck," I said.
     "One good turn deserves another," he said and lowered his head down to
my briefs.  Was I mistaken, or did his lips linger for a fraction of a second?
A moment later a piece of half melted cheese dropped from his slice and
landed right where his dick was bulging in his Hanes.
     "That's gonna be tricky," I said, and bent down and retrieved it.  My
tongue flicked it into my mouth, but I stayed down for a beat or two, letting my
lips close briefly on his dick.  "I think I got it," I said, coming up for
air.
     A few bites later, I contrived to drop another piece of pepperoni on to
my Calvins, just where my slightly stiff dick lay.  Without a word, down went
his head and this time I knew he was taking his time.  I could feel his lips
massaging the head of my dick.  Then he came up again and gave me a smile.  "We
should be using napkins, but I`m out of them," he said, conveniently ignoring
the roll of paper towels in the kitchen alcove.
     "I have an idea," I said, lifted up my hips and slid my underpants down
to mid thigh.  "Skin doesn't stain like cotton does, and we're gonna shower
anyway, right?"  This was something of a risk, because my dick was more than
half hard.
     "You're a fucking genius," he said, looking hungrily at my dick and
sliding down his Hanes.  I was thrilled to see that his dick, average size and
looking just like mine, was certainly more than flaccid.
     By the time we'd finished half the pizza, we had each dropped several
bits of food on to our stomachs, dicks, balls and thighs, required the oral
attention of the other, and we both had raging hard-ons.  Neither of us made any
attempt to hide it and we didn't comment on it.  We would pick up bits of
topping and, taking careful aim, drop them on to our dicks, and then utter a phony
"Oh dear, look what's happened."  It was all played as one huge joke, until,
taking the last slice, which was by now quite cool, Jamie wiped it all over my
dick and balls, leaving big smears of tomato paste.  Then he proceeded to eat
the slice.  I sat there, leaning back, waiting for a clean-up job.  He
finished the slice, licked his fingers, then went down on my dick, taking it deep
into his mouth, then licking my balls clean.  When he'd gotten me all nice and
clean, he sat up and said,  "My God, that was delicious.  Don't go away, there'
s ice cream in the freezer."  He got up and brought the ice cream in two
bowls.  Mint chocolate chip, my favorite.
     After the warmth of the pizza toppings, the feeling of cold ice-cream
landing on our dicks was quite a shock, but the cold was soon soothed with the ap
plication of warm lips.  The joke was now over and we were just blatantly
sucking each other off between mouthfuls of dessert.
     "From your reaction," said Jamie, "I take it you like mint chocolate
chip."
     "Only when flavored with hot, stiff, uncut dick," I said.
     "I couldn't agree more."
     When we'd finished, we pulled up our underpants and took the bowls out
to the kitchen.  Jamie looked at the front of my briefs, red stains and grease
marks on the front.  "You'll have to soak those," he said.
     "Soak them in . . . ?"
     "Detergent and water.  What else?"
     I decided to let that one go.
     "Shower time."  Jamie turned the water on, let the temperature settle
and stepped in.  Turning to me, he said, "What are you waiting for, come on in."
     "I'm just going to soak my briefs, like you said."  I stood facing him,
with my hands on my hips, and let my bladder go.  The wet patch spread across
the front of my Calvins, and as they became soaked, the piss started to drip
on the floor. I shut off my flow, quickly stepped into the shower and pulled
the curtain closed behind me.
     "You kinky bastard," he grinned, "You like to pee in your underpants."
     "Don't you?"
     "I've never tried it."
     "No time like the present."  I adjusted the shower nozzle so that it was
spraying on to the wall and said.  "Go ahead."  His briefs were already wet
from the water and I could see his dick perfectly, still erect from my earlier
sucking.  There was a short pause while he tried to pee through his stiff
dick, but then I could see the piss start to flow.  "It's nicer when your briefs
are dry," I said, "It's a nice, naughty, lewd feeling, doing what's
forbidden."  Then I dropped to my knees, put my lips over the end of his cock and sucked
as much piss as I could through the cotton.
     "You really like this stuff, don't you?" He said.
     "I've wanted to drink your pee and suck you off for weeks, now."
     "I'd kinda suspected.  I've been thinking of you too, but never about
you drinking my pee."  His flow stopped.
     "It's an acquired taste.  It's quite tasty, diluted with beer and
shower water."  I pulled his wet Hanes down to his ankles and he stepped out of
them.  I took his dick into my mouth and began to give him one of my classic blow
jobs.  Holding his foreskin forward, I ran my tongue underneath and around
the head.  I stroked his shaft and fondled his balls.  Then, taking his balls in
my mouth, I caressed his butt with one hand and put a finger on his pucker
with the other.  His legs opened slightly, and I took that as a hint to finger
fuck him.  He passed the soap, to lube my finger, and it went in easily.  My
mouth returned to his dick, and I masturbated him with my lips.  He started to
thrust his hips forward, clearly close to cumming.  I removed my finger and
stood up.  "Not so fast, Jamie, you don't want to cum too soon, do you?"
     "Jesus, I've never been so fucking turned on, you gorgeous fucking
slut!"
     I love being called a slut, it describes what I feel so accurately.  I
decided to take a risk and see if a kiss would turn him off.  I slowly offered
my lips to his, and his hand went round the back of my neck and pulled me to
him.  Our tongues intertwined, our loins pressed together, mine in wet briefs,
his naked.  "Yes, I'm a slut," I said, coming up for air,  "Your own personal
whore.  I'll do anything you want me to."
     "You seem to be taking the lead," he said, "But that's alright with me."
 He dropped to his knees, and gently gripped the end of my cock with this
teeth, and looked up at me.
     "Care for a drink?" I asked, and he nodded.  I relaxed my full bladder
and the front of my underpants started to flood with pale yellow pee.  At
first, he licked at it tentatively, tasting it, then began to suck eagerly.  I
could see that he was swallowing.  I have a convert, I thought.  Just before my
bladder was empty, he pulled the front of my Calvins down and took my pissing
dick into his mouth.  There was maybe half a cupful left, which he eagerly
swallowed.
     "Mmm," he said.  "I could get to like that."
     "How did it taste?"
     "Kiss me again and find out."  With our lips locked together, I could
taste my own piss, not as mild as I like it, but I planned to drink a lot more
beer.
     We broke apart, and he dropped to his knees, pulled my briefs down to my
ankles and began to suck me off.
     "Have you done this before?" I asked.
     He shook his head.
     "You're a fucking natural.  You're blowing my mind.  Stop before I
cum."  He didn't seem eager to stop and I had to push him away.
     "Don't you want to cum?" he asked.
     "Yes, but not until I've raided your underwear drawer.  I want to try on
all your underpants."
     "In that case, I'm gonna videotape you, so I'll have something to jerk
off to."
     We stepped out of the shower and began to dry each other off with fluffy
bath towels.
     "And I want to tape you trying them on too," I  said.  "But I don't
think either of us will be jerking off for a while.'
     "Why's that."
     "Because we'll be sucking each other off so often, we won't need to."
     Later, realizing that my Calvins were too wet to wear on the way home, I
jerked him off into a dry pair of his Hanes, and wore those.
     And my favorite kind of underpants?  Any other guy's, with his cum in
them!