From: gypsyboy2@aol.com (Gypsyboy2)
Subject: Army Brat's Underwear
Date: 9 Sep 1996 23:03:16 -0400

Thanks, guy! Here's one back. Brotherly Love, Jim.

approx. 2,500 words 5 pgs
(c) James Medley

ARMY BRAT'S UNDERWEAR

 Being dragged from pillar to post half my life, kept me behind my class,
so I was nineteen before I graduated high school. That was while my dad
was stationed in Guam. But I was a lot more experienced than the other
guys in more ways than one. That I owe to a business acquaintance of my
father's who was also one of his friends.
 My dad was a general in command of the air force base. It was closed in
1970 but back then, there were thousands of guys stationed there. Oddly
enough, it wasn't one of them who brought me out, considering how many gay
men there were as I later discovered.
 My father ran the base very independently, buying all the supplies and
equipment from local tradesmen in an effort to improve our relations with
our hosts. Timsung was a man who often visited our house in the evenings,
and with whom my dad did quite a bit of business, like I said, considering
him a friend as well. He was a Philipino man in his late thirties, very
wiry and thin. He had hair so black, it was almost blue and a very kindly
disposition, smiling and friendly each time I'd seen him. He and my dad
always had a beer together after the conclusion of their business.
 One Friday night my father announced that he had to fly to Manila for an
unexpected military conference that weekend. My mother said she'd like to
go along to do some shopping.
 "Timsung is supposed to meet with me tomorrow night," dad said. "I can't
reach him to cancel, so please tell him I'm sorry." I assured him I would.
They left early on Saturday morning and I had the house to myself. There
isn't much to do in sleepy little Guam, but I swam in the ocean and sunned
at the beach. I was pretty proud of the tan line I'd worked on over the
summer.
 Though our house on the base was the largest one, it was still very
modest and without air conditioning. So I was wearing nothing but a pair
of worn out Levis when Timsung showed up at seven o'clock. I explained the
situation to him, but offered him a beer as my father would have done. He
accepted and I opened one for each of us. He sat on the couch and I took a
chair across from him. He was dressed impeccably in his usual black suit,
white shirt and red tie.
 "I'll just leave these samples with you then," Timsung said in that
slightly nasal tone he had. He set his briefcase on the coffee table,
opened it, and said the single word, "underwears."
 He proceeded to draw out some photographs and set them aside, reaching
for some samples that lay beneath. I was too busy trying to catch a
glimpse of the pictures to notice that he was rummaging through samples of
briefs. The photos were all glossy black and whites depicting handsome
young Asian men, clad only in various styles of underwear, illustrating
both the front and back.
 Timsung began stacking a little pile, matching the samples to the
pictures showing the assorted kinds, available colors and sizes. As he
reached one particularly brief and revealing pair, he thrust the two items
toward me. Half of the picture showed a very well endowed young Philipino
youth modeling the merest bit of fabric which barely covered his groin.
The other half was a rear view of one of those perfect little Asian butts,
near completely exposed by a small "V" of white. The thin white material I
held in my hand was the flimsiest bit of nylon I'd ever felt. I looked
quizzically at Timsung and questioned him, "You think the Air Force would
go for these?"
 He shrugged his shoulders and smiled. "We want him to see the whole
selection."
 "You could sure see everything in these," I said, fondling the wispy
little briefs.
 "Some men like them," Timsung casually observed. He took them from me and
lovingly, blissfully caressed the silken material. His eyes darted back
and forth between my face and the briefs, gauging my interest. He must
have been emboldened by my intense gaze, for he said in a half whisper,
"Why not try them on --- see how comfortable they are?"
 I blinked at him a few times, wondering if he was serious. When Timsung
added, "they've been worn before --- by him in the picture," I felt a bit
of stirring in my crotch, so I snatched the briefs from him and went to my
room, closing the door. 
 Sitting on my bed in the near-dark seclusion, I brought the garment up to
my face and sniffed it. The shorts didn't smell as though they'd been
washed. I inhaled deeply of the faint masculine odor which remained; a
boyish sort of funk in the crotch and, to my mind, a seeming sweetness in
the pouch.
 I had never been aware of any particular fetish in my make-up before,
considered myself a pretty normal guy who'd laid a few girls from time to
time. But as I sat there breathing heavily through the thin material, I
got one of the most intense erections I'd ever experienced. At my age, I
got hard-ons all the time, but this was like a sudden explosion of blood
to the bone. My cock literally throbbed inside my pants.
 I quickly shucked off my clothes, stood naked in the dimly lit room, and
rubbed the entrancing briefs under my balls, and up and down my stiffened
prick. Then I pulled on the underwear, though, try as I might, there was
no way I could conceal the straining length of my fully erect cock inside
the jock-like pouch. I didn't expect Timsung actually wanted me to model
them anyway, so I stripped them off and hastily redressed, careful to fold
my boner into a lump.
 Returning to the living room, I casually handed them to him with the
off-hand remark, "They feel pretty good, but I still doubt my father would
go for them."
 "But he isn't you," Timsung murmured, examining the shorts very closely.
"and he wouldn't have gotten them wet like this,"
 He held up the transparent material, gleefully pointing to a spreading
patch of  lube-juice that had dribbled out of my cock. I thought I would
die of embarrassment --- until Timsung sheathed that portion of the
underwear over his index finger and started sucking on it.
 I stood there aghast for a full two minutes, not believing this was
happening, a delicious tremor welling up in my groin.
 Timsung licked his tongue lasciviously in the crotch of the underwear and
said softly, "Try on some more --- here, where I can see you." He flicked
a pair of terry-cloth shorts at me and added, "These first. They'll look
good on you."
 I snagged the blue shorts flying through the air and was more nervous
than I'd ever been in my life. My boner was snaking down my thigh, having
slipped out from under the leg of my briefs. Right then I figured old
Timsung was a voyeur, and had a thing for young guy's underwear. The way
he was sitting there pawing his groin and rubbing the things all over his
face while I unsnapped my Levis, made me certain of it. I took a certain
exhibitionist's delight in slowly dropping my drawers, easing them down
over my flanks and kicking them to the side.
 He breathed a deep sigh as I stood before him in my underwear, my
half-hard dick pushing out the side. I ran two fingers down the exposed
length of my tube and a bead of lube slid to my thigh. Then I dug down in
the pouch and pulled my dick straight up and held fast to my belly by the
elastic at the waist. Timsung wagged his tongue from side to side.
 I let the briefs stay that way, half down and concealing my balls, as I
sidled closer to him. Timsung threw off his jacket, unbuttoned his shirt,
and pushed his pants down to just above the knees. He wore boxer shorts
and he slouched back on the couch like he was at a porno movie, hauling
his stiff cock out of the fly. His dick wasn't real big but looked to be
as hard as flesh wrapped steel. He jacked his uncut tool and motioned for
me to come closer still.
 I shuffled right in front of him with my Jockeys still fast across my
ass. Timsung leaned forward with his hand still working on his dick and
licked on my cock-head like an ice cream cone, all upward strokes and
swirling around the flange. He kept one hand in his lap jacking on himself
and he buried his face in my crotch. With his other hand, he caressed and
kneaded my ass cheeks.
 Then he began licking and tonguing wetly all over the rumpled pair of
underwear still bunched at the base of my dick. Pretty soon, the entire
front of my briefs was sticky and moist. He nipped and tugged them down to
my knees with his teeth and shot his hand between my legs. With his hand
wedged in my crack, he drew my pelvis toward him and started sucking my
cock. It excited the hell out of me and my legs trembled. I was getting
real close to cumming. He must have sensed this, for he suddenly pulled
off.
 "Get on your belly," he panted, leaping from the couch and pushing me
down to where he'd been sitting. By this time, I was as hot as a teenage
poker. But still I hesitated. I loved him sucking on my cock, but I
definitely wasn't sure about this. He noticed my doubtful expression, for
he asked, "Did anybody ever eat your ass?"
 I shook my head no, could have gone on to tell him that no man had ever
sucked my cock before either. And I really didn't want to even think about
whatever else he had in mind. He stroked my naked body with the softest of
touches, coaxing me to do as he asked. I did, crawled onto the couch and
lay on my belly, looking anxiously over my shoulder.
 At first, Timsung knelt beside me and gently caressed my ass-globes,
trailing his fingers through my crack, a look of ecstasy on his fine Asian
features. Then he began licking my flanks, bending across my rump to kiss
the insides of my thighs, down further between my legs till he came back
up and started a concentric whirlpool of fluttering swipes to my clenching
hole.
 He maneuvered out of his pants, crawled behind me on the couch with just
his shirt and underwear still on. When he pulled down my briefs and I
kicked them off, I could spread my legs further apart, draping one down to
the floor.
 "Yes! Ah, yes!" he sighed. "Sweet boy-ass. Sweet little boy-ass." His
hands were playing across my skin like soft velvet butterflies, brushing
every patch of me. When I felt his tongue gliding up my crack and probing
my pucker, I gasped. He palmed my ass cheeks apart and thrust his tongue
inside. I shivered and pushed back onto his face. His hands came around my
groin and dragged my ass to his feeding mouth. With one foot on the floor
and the other digging into the cushions, I hunched backward and let him
eat me out. He started jacking me off.
 Then I felt him crawling up my backside and his open shirt curtained our
bodies. I felt his cock pushing at my hole. "Easy, baby, easy," he panted.
"Take it up you slow."
 Before I knew it, this man was fucking into me. His cock penetrated to
just inside my ass-ring and he held it there. By the way he clutched me
tightly about the waist, I could tell that no power on earth was going to
prevent me from losing my cherry. I was about to get fucked for the first
time in my life.
 And I did. Timsung turned me over on my back with his dick still planted
up my chute. His lips were soft and hot as he kissed me. That helped a lot
and the pain in my hole was replaced by an intense feeling of pleasure.
Timsung went easy with me, held off driving in till he felt my ass relax.
I flexed my globes and clenched my pucker tighter around his shaft. He
started going in. He went into a slow rolling motion, like we were on a
tossing body of water and dragged his dick out of me in tantalizing slow
motion. Then, just as slowly, he resheathed it deep within my shuddering
guts.
 I milked his ferocious cock with my ass muscles, and he moaned,
increasing his deep-dicking tempo. He took my red and dripping dong into
his small soft hand and started fisting me off. I hunched my rump to meet
his thrusts and he masturbated me faster.
 A quickened urgency overtook Timsung, and he went at it harder, faster,
ramming into me and slapping my quivering ass as he hunched his hard
driving pelvis faster and faster.
 I reached for Timsung's sweating chest and squeezed his hardened nipples
and he groaned some more. I couldn't hold out much longer as he mauled my
guts with his pounding prick and pummeled my ass-globes harder. Paroxysms
of pleasure washed over me like a surging tide, and I gave myself over to
the beginning of an exploding, shattering ejaculation. Deep within me I
felt his plunging cock grow even more rigid than before, swelling and
filling me from side to side.
 "Here it comes, boy! I'm shooting!" he gasped. "Take my load, baby! Take
that cum!"
 I felt his gushing jizz flooding my guts in spurting bursts, creaming my
asshole with his spunky seed. "Ah shit! Oh fuck! Fuck me, man!" I
screamed.
 I started blowing my nuts then, great long ropes of my thick cum arching
out of his pumping fist and shooting across my chest, to my shoulders, and
into my face and hair. Timsung milked more dick-honey out of me than I'd
have thought possible.
 He filled my butt-hole with so much gooey cum that I felt it sliming out
of my hole and running over my balls. The longer he pumped his juice into
me, the more it lathered to a milky froth, and his creamy cock-sauce
gushed in what felt like rivers from my dripping cavity.
 We shuddered to a mutually convulsive and anguished climax and he
collapsed his spent body atop me, cemented there with my shot-off spunk.
The final globules of Timsung's powerful ejaculation drained into my
well-fucked body, and we lay still, clasped in a sweaty bearhug.
 Needless to say, my dad did not buy the skimpy underwear. But Timsung
gave me a dozen pair when I visited him at his house the next week. Dad
thought I was trying to learn a new trade when I sat in with them on their
future business dealings. Fortunately, he never caught me with any of his
enlisted men, but there were plenty. And they all liked my underwear.

THE END