Date: Thu, 12 Jul 2001 11:19:24 EDT
From: Steward1967@aol.com
Subject: Dad's Briefs III

     Two weeks after I graduated from college I was ready to move out of my
parents house.  I had gotten a job and an apartment two hours away.  It was
just far enough that I could really feel like I was on my own and still
close enough to visit whenever I wanted.  I was so excited about being in
my own place.  I had rented a small truck to move my bed and desk and a
sofa I had purchased as well as dozens of boxes but I was a little nervous
about driving it and towing my car behind.  Luckily my dad offered to help
me out.  He was going to drive the truck and I was going to follow him in
my car.  I didn't have much but it was going to help out a lot to have
someone unload the truck with me.

     I was sad to say goodbye to my mom when I left but I knew I was doing
the right thing.  All the way to my new apartment I thought about how great
it was going to be to be on my own.  The feeling of freedom was almost
overwhelming.  I was glad that I had had my dad drive the truck.  As I
watched him maneuver around construction zones and sharp turns I knew that
I wouldn't have been able to handle it.  I was happy to be in my car
following him, anticipating my first night on my own.

     It had been years since the night I found my dad's briefs on the
bathroom floor.  We never talked about it and nothing happened since but it
was definitely the subject of many masturbation episodes.  Occasionally I
still snuck into his room when he wasn't there and borrowed the briefs like
old times and every time it was just as thrilling.  I kind of figured he
knew what I was doing but he never let on and I wasn't going to bring it
up.  I'm sure he understood the excitement of the feeling of the briefs
against my skin but I don't know if he knew the real reason I liked having
them on.  It was something that I seldom admitted to myself and I always
felt a little weird enjoying it so much.  Our relationship continued to be
good and I was thankful that, even if he knew what I was doing, it never
changed the way he felt about me.

     When we finally arrived at my new apartment I was relived to have the
trip over with.  We got out, stretched and opened the back of the truck,
silently beginning the tedious process of unpacking.  It was about 85
degrees outside that day - not the perfect weather for moving but at least
it wasn't raining.  We finished the whole thing in just under two hours and
I stood in my new living room surveying the mess we had made.  We were both
dripping wet with sweat and all I wanted to do was take a shower and lay on
my couch but I couldn't find my box with towels in it and my couch was
covered with boxes.  My dad offered to go down to the gas station to buy us
some beer and I started to unpack after he left.  I was surprised how
quickly it went.  By the time he had returned I had uncovered the couch and
had almost finished stocking my small kitchen.

     "What can I help with," he asked cracking open a bottle of beer and
handing it to me.

     "Nothing," I said.  "You don't need to stay if you don't want to."

     "No, I can help," he said.  "Let me do something."

     "OK," I said.  "Why don't you start in the bathroom?"

     He took his beer and headed for the bathroom.  We had already put some
boxes in there and I could hear him unpacking from the kitchen.  When I was
ready to start on the bedroom I went in and checked on him.  "You don't
mind if I take a shower, do you?" he pleaded.  "I won't be able to stand
myself if I don't."

     "Go ahead," I said.  "I need one too.  That's why I had you do the
bathroom."

     "Great," he said and I checked to make sure he had everything he
needed.  I left him and started working on my bedroom.

     As I walked back to the living room I noticed that he had left the
bathroom door open and I did a double-take as I passed.  His clothes were
laying in a pile on the floor and laying on top of his pants were the red
briefs.  I couldn't believe what I saw.  I stood there for a moment and
stared at them wanting to grab them from the pile.  Why did he wear them
today?  He never wore them out that I knew of.  They were always in his
drawer when he wasn't home.  I felt my cock begin to stir in my shorts and
I walked away and tried to forget about it.  I was reading too much into
it, I decided and went back to unpacking my bedroom.  When he was done with
his shower he came in to my room wrapped in a towel.

     "Do you have anything I can wear?" he asked.  "I don't want to put
those sweaty clothes back on."

     I turned to look at him and unconsciously looked at the bulge
underneath his towel before I thought better about it.  "I'll wash them," I
said, and rummaged through my clothes to find something for him to wear.

     "That would be great," he said "Just a robe would be fine if you have
one."

     "Sure," I said and pulled a robe out of my suitcase and handed it to
him.

     "Thanks," he said.  "I'll be done in a minute."

     "Let me get your clothes," I offered, following him into the bathroom.

     I scooped up the pile of his clothes and grabbed a towel for myself.
I went to my bedroom and took my clothes off and wrapped the towel around
my waist.  I picked up the red briefs from the pile of dirty clothes and
ran my fingers across the front of them.  They were still warm and I could
feel my cock growing underneath my towel.  Nervously I layed them down and
took the pile of clothes to the washer.  I put them in and made my way to
the bathroom.  My dad was just leaving.  "It's all yours," he said.

     No matter how hard I tried I couldn't get my cock to go down.  The
whole time I was in the shower all I could think about was those red
briefs.  I couldn't help but wonder why he had worn them today.  It got me
so excited it couldn't stand it.  I began to stroke my cock slowly gliding
my soapy hands across the shaft and down to my aching balls.  It excited me
more that he was out there in the other room but it also made me so
nervous.  I couldn't make myself cum no matter how hard I tried.  I had
been in there for so long I knew I had to get out or he was going to start
wondering what I was doing.  I dried myself off , wrapped my towel around
my waist and went to my room.  Quickly I changed into some jean shorts so
my erection would be less noticeable but it was only partly effective.
When I went back out to the living room my dad was sitting on the couch
drinking another beer.  The robe was partly open so I could see most of his
hairy thighs.  This definitely wasn't helping my situation.  I grabbed a
beer and stood across the room facing him.  I took a long drink, tilting my
head backward.  The shaft of my erect cock was visible through my shorts
but I didn't care.  I was so horny I wasn't really thinking clearly.

     I looked across the room at my dad and noticed that he had spread his
legs a little wider.  I couldn't see his cock but I was mesmerized by the
inside of his thighs and the darkness that laid beyond them.  "I put the
clothes in the dryer," he said letting his hand lay on his left thigh.

     "Are they almost done?" I asked brushing my hand absent mindedly
against my crotch and taking another drink of my beer.

     "Should be," he said.  "You were in the shower forever."

     "I know," I said and made my way over to the dryer.  I pulled his
clothes out and handed them to him on the couch.

     "The shorts are still a little wet," I said.

     "That's ok," he said.  "They're better than before."

     He stood up and took his robe off in front of me.  His thick soft cock
rested against his thigh.  He pulled the red briefs on and adjusted his
cock inside them.  I looked down at my own cock and noticed a drop of
pre-cum soaking through my shorts.  Something inside me wanted to reach out
and touch those briefs but I knew that it would be wrong.  I just stood
there mesmerized not knowing what to do.

     "You got deodorant?" he asked.

     "Yeah," I stammered.  "Go ahead."

     He walked to the bathroom and I tried to compose myself.  I adjusted
my cock in my shorts and tried to think of anything else.  When he came
back I tried not to look at those briefs.  He walked to the couch and
pulled his shirt over his head.  "I'm going to stick the shorts in the
dryer for a few more minutes, ok?"

     "Sure, I said.  I'll get it."

     I walked over to the sofa and took his shorts.  I could see out of the
corner of my eye that the bulge in his briefs had gotten bigger.  I walked
to the dryer and threw the shorts in.  When I got back he was sitting on
the couch again.  "When they're dry we can get back to work."

     "You don't have to, dad," I said.  "I can finish."

     "I don't mind," he said.  "I enjoy this."

     "Me too," I said.

     "You gonna sit?" he asked.

     "No," I said.  "If I do I'll get tired."

     "I'm gonna lay down then," he said, and he stretched out on the couch
looking up at the ceiling.  The bulge in his briefs was huge now.  He had
to be hard.  I wanted so badly to pull my own cock out and start jacking
looking at him in those briefs but I knew I couldn't.  I stood there
watching him thinking about those briefs and how good they felt against my
cock and how they must have felt for him.  My dick was so hard that I felt
like I could cum just looking.  After a few minutes of silence I noticed
that my dad had fallen asleep.  He snored quietly, the rhythm of his
breathing causing his chest to go up and down seductively.

     I walked over to the couch and stood over him.  I could see the
outline of his cock through the briefs.  He was still hard but getting
softer.  Without thinking, I pulled my own cock out and began stroking it,
looking at his cock through his briefs.  I stood there nervously stroking
for a few minutes until my curiosity overwhelmed me.  I reached down and
brushed my index finger across the front of his briefs feeling the outline
of his cock head underneath the fabric.  I put my hand back around my cock
and pumped faster.  My dad's cock began to grow again underneath the
briefs.  Once again I reached down and this time let the palm of my hand
cup the bulge in his briefs.  It was warm and soft and I could feel the
blood pumping to his cock.

     I returned my hand to my own cock and pumped even faster.  I knew it
wouldn't take me long and I knew I had to finish before he woke up.  I
looked at my dad's cock through his briefs and imagined taking them off so
I could wrap my hands around his dick.  I could feel the tension building
in my balls and I stood back as I shot my load into my other hand not
wanting to make a mess that he would see.  I shot a huge load into my hand
and a few drops landed on the floor.  I put my cock back in my shorts and
quickly went to the bathroom to wash my hands.  I was so embarrassed by
what I had done I just wanted to die.

     After a few moments I went back out to the room to get another beer.
I noticed something in the middle of the floor and went over to pick it up.
As I got closer I realized it was my dad's red briefs.  I looked across the
room and there he was, laying on the couch, his hand running slowly up and
down the shaft of his hard cock.