Date: Thu, 15 Mar 2001 23:25:01 EST
From: Steward1967@aol.com
Subject: Dad's Briefs

     When I was growing up one of the most exciting places in the house was
my dad's dresser.  It was a tall chest of drawers made of cherry wood and
it stood in the corner of my parent's bedroom near the window.  Whenever my
parents were out of the house I used to sneak into their bedroom and search
through the drawers of the dresser to see what I could find.

     Every time was a new exploration.  In the top drawer he kept a silver
pistol that had belonged to my grandfather.  It was wrapped in a red velvet
bag and was never loaded but I would sometimes pick it up and hold it to
see what it felt like in my hand.  The excitement of doing something I knew
I wasn't supposed to do was thrilling to me.

     Underneath where my dad hid the gun was a metal box filled with rare
coins.  But it was what was underneath that box that really intrigued me.
Here my dad kept his collection of Playboy, Penthouse and other magazines.
Most of the time they were the same but every once in a while a new one
would appear and the sexy pictures and stories within the pages would
enrapture me.  At that age, my hormones had a mind of their own and
anything got me hot.  Even the slightest suggestion of something sexual
would give me a hard on and I would masturbate looking at the pictures of
naked women or couples having sex.  It was thrilling and dirty and wrong
and I loved it.

     Whenever I went into that room I was filled with anticipation.  The
idea that he might have a new magazine in his drawer would get me so
excited that I couldn't wait to open it.  One day when my parents were
going to be out of the house for a while I went into my parent's room as
soon as they left, hoping to find something good inside the drawer.  When I
lifted the coin box I was disappointed to see the same two old Penthouse
magazines that I had already masturbated with several times.  I was
becoming bored with the pictures in these magazines but the excitement of
my adventure was still strong.  I decided to try some of the other drawers
in the dresser to see if there was something else exciting in there.

     I started at the top since that was always the best drawer.  As I made
my way down, finding shirts, sweaters, belts and socks I quickly decided
that I was probably going to have to settle on the old Penthouses.  About
halfway down, however, I made a wonderful discovery.  As I opened my dad's
underwear drawer my first instinct was to close it. But as my eyes regarded
the neatly folded white briefs I was filled with curiosity.  I let my
fingers touch the fly of one of the briefs on top.  The cotton was worn and
thin.  I imagined that you could probably see through it if it was being
worn.  An intense pang of guilt overwhelmed me and I closed the drawer and
got the Penthouses out of the top drawer and went into my room.

     I looked through the magazines for a little while but couldn't put the
underwear drawer out of my mind.  I just wanted to run my finger across the
front of those briefs one my time I told myself and soon found myself on my
way back to the dresser.  As I opened the drawer I got excited all over
again.  As I promised myself, I allowed my finger to caress the fly front
of one of the briefs, this time letting my finger slip underneath the flap
of fabric and into the front of the brief.  I took it out of the drawer and
unfolded it.  At that age my dad was still a bit bigger than me.  The
briefs were a large and I still wore a medium.  They seemed so big to me.
I put my hand through the top and felt the inside of the crotch.  The
fabric was stretched from my dad's cock.  I had only seen it a couple of
times but I remembered what it looked like.  One time when he was getting
ready to get into the shower and his robe was open I noticed his thick cock
hanging between his legs surrounded by a heavy bush of black hair.  I
remembered going to bed that night thinking about his cock and looking at
my own wondering if I was ever going to be that big.

     Now as I stood there with his underwear in my hands the image of his
dick came back to me.  I imagined it resting against the front, his heavy
balls supported by the fabric underneath.  I allowed my fingers to run all
along the inside, feeling every inch of the thin cotton and elastic band.
Then I folded them and put them back into the drawer.  There were three
neatly arranged rows of briefs in the drawer and I noticed a pair of red
bikini briefs and a jockstrap underneath one of the piles.  I picked them
up and set them on the bed.  I quickly arranged the piles of briefs so that
he wouldn't notice I had been there and took the red briefs and the
jockstrap back to my room.

     I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt but quickly stripped down to my own
underwear as I looked at my dad's underwear lying on my bed.  I picked up
the red briefs first.  They were smaller than the white briefs and there
was no fly front.  I held them up in front of me and looked in the
full-length mirror on my door.  My cock was already beginning to grow in my
briefs and I was overcome with a desire to see what I looked like in my
dad's red bikinis.  I stripped out of my underwear and my cock sprang to
life.  Quickly I pulled the red briefs on and pushed my cock inside.  The
briefs were tight, even for me.  I could see the outline of my hard cock
through the fabric, the erect shaft pointing up toward my belly button.  I
touched my cock through the briefs.  My balls ached as I realized that my
dick was resting in the same place where my dad's sometimes did.  I ran my
fingers across the front, outlining my cock, then spread my legs apart and
let my finger travel to my balls cupping them in my hand and then allowing
my fingers to explore underneath.  The fabric seemed so smooth like very
fine cotton and my fingers slid across them with ease.  I admired myself in
the mirror but couldn't wait to get to the jockstrap.  I tore the briefs
off and grabbed the jockstrap from the bed and pulled it on.

     I had never worn a jockstrap before and I had certainly never seen my
dad wear one. I have to admit that I had a hell of a time trying to get it
on but once I did I was thrilled with the feeling.  The pouch was mesh and
I could see the outline of my cock through the front.  But it was the
sensation of having my ass in the open air that turned me on the most.  I
turned around to look at my ass in the mirror.  It was so hot to me to feel
my cock being supported and still have my ass hang free.  I followed the
straps on either side of my ass with my hands until they met at the pouch
underneath my balls.  That was always a sensitive place for me anyway and
having those straps there was extremely exciting for me.  Still with my
back toward the mirror, I took my right index finger and followed from the
base of the pouch up my ass crack to my hole.  I watched as I fingered my
hole with the one hand while the other hand made it's way to the pouch in
front to rub my aching cock.

     I was in heaven.  After a few minutes of watching myself with the
jockstrap on, I once again tried on the red bikinis.  This time I lay on my
bed and looked at myself in the mirror.  My swollen cock made the front of
the brief bulge well above my stomach and I imagined that that was what my
dad looked like when he wore them.  I let my hand run across the front of
the briefs and noticed a small spot of pre cum had oozed through the
fabric.  I rubbed the spot near the head of my cock then let my finger run
down the shaft to my balls.  Once again, I was amazed by the smoothness of
the fabric - how my finger glided effortlessly from cock to balls, down
between my legs and back again.

     I put my hands down the front, feeling my cock and thinking about how
close my hand and cock were to where my dad's dick had been.  I began
stroking my cock from inside the briefs.  It was wonderful to have my hand
in that warm place, stroking my cock, thinking about my dad's thick
dangling cock being where mine now was.  My hands stretched out the fabric
in front and I looked at myself in the mirror.  I took my other hand and
felt my asshole through the fabric.  It was a miraculous feeling. The
sensation sent a shiver through my whole body and my balls ached for
relief.  Looking at myself in the mirror I began to stroke faster.  I could
feel the waistband in the briefs being stretched but I didn't care.  I
wanted to shoot my load in my dad's underwear and after just a few more
strokes I did.

     I shot my load against the fabric and it fell back against my hand.  I
rubbed the warm juice on my cock and felt it soak into the front of the
briefs.  I removed my hand from inside the briefs and rubbed my cock from
the outside.  My warm cum had soaked through the briefs leaving a large wet
spot in front.  I got out of the bed and regarded myself in the mirror. By
now my cock was beginning to get soft and I admired my impressive bulge.  I
took off the briefs and felt them in my hands.  I was so happy with what I
had done I couldn't bear to give them back.

     I got dressed and hand washed the briefs and put them in the dryer.
When they were dry I placed them in my closet in my own secret hiding
place.  Now, whenever I wanted them they would be there.  I returned the
jockstrap to my dad's drawer so that he might not notice anything was
missing.

     For several nights after that I waited for my parents to go to bed and
I would start the whole ritual over again.  I never bored of it like I had
bored of the magazines.  Those red briefs got me more excited than any
picture ever could.  The next few weeks were filled with the best
masturbation of my life.  One day, however, I noticed the red briefs were
gone from my hiding place.. but that's another story.