Date: Sat, 31 May 2003 14:34:21 EDT
From: TW
Subject: White Briefs in the Desert
I'm straight.
Nothing queer about me, no, sir.
Not that I have anything against gays, I'm not homophobic or anything, I'
m simply straight. I've never had sex with a guy. (Unless you count that
time with Willy Smith when I was twelve, and we felt each other`s. . ., well
never mind.) I'm married, and I fuck my wife regularly, not quite as often as I'
d like, but at least once a month.
I live in one of two isolated houses at the end of a dirt road about ten
miles out from a small Arizona town. If you step over the fence that marks
the end of the road, and keep going, you'll walk more than 150 miles before you
see another road or building. It's high desert country, rolling plateau,
with the occasional arroyo, just scrub and cactus and rocks. Lots of rocks.
Every day I walk the two dogs, mine and my neighbor's, out into the
desert, for a couple of hours. In all the years I've been doing this, I've never
set eyes on a single soul out there: no hunters, no cattlemen, no rangers,
no people at all, just rabbits, deer, coyotes, lots of quail and one time, a
wild pig. It's like having my own back yard of a hundred thousand square miles.
We've worn our own trail, out about three miles, to a small rise, not quite
a hill, with a commanding view of the surrounding desert, and a large mesquite
tree on the top, which gives a few patches of shade. We rest there, then
come home.
Early one day last month, I rounded up Bandit, my border collie, and
went next door to get Buster, my neighbor's black Lab. We never lock our houses
out here, there isn't any crime. I simply walked into his living room and
called Buster. His owner, Jason, was, as usual, asleep. I like to get an early
start, before the day heats up, and he's one of those late guys who sleeps in
and goes to bed in the early hours. He's single, and from time to time he'll
get a room-mate, always male, who'll stay for a few weeks and then take off.
It seems to be a pretty lonely existence to me. He may be gay, but I don't
care.
The two dogs and I set off up my private trail, and after an hour, we
reached the tree at the top of the hill. I sat down in the shade and took a hit
from my water bottle. The dogs lay down, panting, trying to lose body heat.
I needed to take a piss, so I simply stood up, pulled out my dick and
let fly. The great thing about being in the desert is that there's no one to
see you, so you don't have to hide behind a bush or a tree. I could see for
about three miles in any direction, an area of, say, seven square miles. When my
bladder was empty, I gave it a good shake, pulling my foreskin back and forth
and waving it vigorously. I hate getting yellow stains on my underpants. I
am reminded of the childhood rhyme:
No matter how much you shake your peg,
The last drop always runs down your leg.
My dick became half hard, and I was feeling particularly horny that
morning, not having bonked my wife for some time. I do jerk off regularly, like
all of us, but I have to wait till she's out of the house, or asleep or
something. It occurred to me that this would be a good time to relieve my pent up
urges, so I dropped my shorts and pulled my T-shirt up over my nipples.
There I was, standing in my white Calvin Klein briefs, with my dick
sticking out, stroking away. It was quite thrilling to be out in the open, able
to be seen by any passer by, except that I knew there wouldn't be any. I did a
pirouette, displaying myself in my underwear to an imaginary audience. Then
I put both my hands down the front of my underpants, pulled the waistband out
so the my dick retreated inside, then slid the briefs down to mid-thigh. I
arched my back, thrusting my hips forward, so that my dick stood out like the
bowsprit on a sailboat. Then my briefs fell to my ankles, and I said, "Fuck
it," and pulled my T-shirt over my head. Now I was completely naked, for all the
world to see, exposed and vulnerable, guilty of public masturbation, gross
indecency and who knows what else, and I didn't care. In the back of my mind
was the faint possibility that someone might actually be able to see me. I wasn'
t fantasizing about anything, just getting a thrill from being completely
nude and highly visible. The cool morning breeze felt good on my balls and butt
cheeks. I would have plenty of warning in the unlikely event of anyone
approaching.
Soon, my orgasm build to his climax and I shot half a dozen big globs of
cum on to the desert sand. "Fuck," I said out loud, "That was the best wank I
've had in years." I wiped my dick on my T-shirt, then pulled my underpants
back up, put my T-shirt back on and pulled up my shorts.
The dogs still lay in the shade, oblivious to all of this. Calling
them, I began to hike back. I felt very pleased with myself. I had found a new
jerk-off venue. Now I didn't have to worry about whether my wife would come
home and interrupt me. I could do this every day and no-one would ever know.
* * *
The next day, I went as usual to collect Buster, and as I walked into
Jason's living room, there he was, sitting in a pair of pale blue silk boxers,
having obviously just got up.
"Hey, you're up early." I said.
"Couldn't sleep. Want some coffee?" I always take the opportunity to
load up on fluids in the desert so I accepted his offer.
"Why don't you walk with us?" I asked. "By the time you get back, do
some chores and have lunch, it'll be siesta time and you can catch up on your
lost sleep."
"Good idea. Drink up and I'll go get dressed." After a few minutes, he
came back dressed in tan slacks and a tan shirt. "Let's go." I drained my
coffee cup and we headed out.
The walk was uneventful, just casual conversation, nothing of importance
and eventually we came to the tree at the top of the hill.
"Time for a piss," I said, pulling out my dick. I didn't bother turning
away from him, and when he pulled his dick out, he didn't turn away either.
We were standing about two feet apart, not quite facing each other, our pee
streams meeting in mid air. On an impulse, I told him about my previous day's
public masturbation session, about how I'd enjoyed exposing myself, committing
a lewd act in the open air for all to see. He laughed.
"I know what you mean," he said. "It's a 'naughty-boy' feeling,
getting away with something that's forbidden."
"It was pretty hot, actually," I confessed.
"So how about a repeat performance?" he said, shaking the drops from his
dick.
I hesitated. After all, I'm a straight guy, right? Here I was, waving
my dick at someone who might very well be gay, pondering whether to get naked
and jerk of in front of him. But already, my dick was nearly fully erect at
the prospect, and I knew Jason could see that. I looked around, seeing only
empty desert. Shit, I thought, why not?
Like the day before, I dropped my shorts and pulled my T over my head.
Jason took an appraising look at me in my Calvin underpants, his own dick
still sticking out of his pants and already beginning to rise. I began to stroke
myself, pulling my foreskin back and forth, cupping my balls under the white
cotton, with my other hand. "Wanna join me?" I asked.
"I thought you'd never ask," he said, dropping his pants to his ankles
and starting to unbutton his shirt. I could see he had changed out of his blue
boxers and was wearing a pair of tight, white low-rise briefs, his now stiff
dick poking out of one leg hole. He shrugged the shirt off his shoulders and
began to jerk off. Like me, he was uncut, with an average sized dick, as
handsome as my own is. His body was nearly hairless, athletic but not overly
muscular, like those ugly weight-lifting guys. To set an example, I dropped my
own underpants to my ankles and continued to stroke my shaft. As expected, he
followed suit, and we stood there, two good looking guys, naked, with big
hard-ons, jerking off for all the world to see. He was staring at my dick, but I
didn't care. The fact that he was looking at me added to the illicit thrill.
Then he said, "We should practice energy conservation here. One guy can do
the work of two."
"How do you mean?"
He stepped up close to me, pushed my hand aside, laid his dick alongside
mine and put his hand around both. For the first time in my life, another
man was touching my dick (that is, apart from Willy Smith back in . . . never
mind). I wanted to withdraw, push him away, after all, I'm a straight guy,
right? But the sensation of a foreign hand on my dick was too overwhelming and I
couldn't bring myself to do anything but close my eyes and sigh.
"Shit, that feels so fucking good!" I murmured. I locked my hands
behind my head, leaning backwards with my hips still thrust out, electric thrills
spreading from my dick all over my body. The touch of his hand and the
knowledge that his dick, his most private part, was actually touching my own, and
that all this was happening in full view of the world, was too much for me to
hold out. I wanted to make it last, but it was hopeless. My dick was now lying
on top of his and I shot a big squirt of cum over his stomach, followed by
several more. He slowed his strokes, milking the last cum from my dick, then
scooped up a glob from base of his dick with his finger, and tasted it. I was
somewhat shocked at this, but too carried away to be grossed out. I didn't mind
what he did, he had given me the best sexual experience I had ever had, and
he could do what the fuck he liked. I didn't care, because I was a straight
guy, not interested in eating cum.
I stepped back, pulling up my underpants, while he finished himself off,
shooting a great arc of white cream, which just missed me. A minute later,
we were dressed, and started back.
The dogs had no comment.
* * *
The next day, when I came to collect Buster again, there was Jason, in
his skimpy white low rise briefs. "Mind if I join you?" He started to put his
shirt on.
"Sure," I said. "I'm glad you've started getting exercise on a regular
basis."
Like the day before, our walk was uneventful, until we reached our tree.
The emptying of our bladders turned into another joint jerk off, but this
time, it was I who grasped both dicks and stroked them lovingly, as we stood
face to face, our underpants round our ankles, our bodies bare to the wind.
Jason was the first to cum, splashing his white cream on my stomach and dick, and
following his example of the previous day, I licked a little taste of if off
my finger. It was not as unpleasant as I thought it would be, slightly salty,
but creamy.
"You know, I like to play even after I've cum," said Jason. "Let me
finish you off." He squatted down. Kneeling in the desert is not a good idea.
Holding the base of my dick, he took the tip into his mouth. He started to do
something unfathomable with this tongue, causing me pleasure so intense, it
was close to pain. With his other hand, he caressed my balls. He treated my
dick as an object of worship, fondling, stroking, tickling, licking, kissing,
doing an incredible range of actions that made me feel like a god. It didn't
take long before I felt myself cumming.
"Look out, here it cums!" I called, but he kept his lips firmly round
the head of my dick, which swelled up and began to pulse as I shot my load into
his waiting mouth. I looked down and saw him swallowing. Fuck, I thought, he
likes that! I didn't think that I could ever swallow a guy's cum, after all
, I'm straight, right?
Once again, the dogs displayed little interest.
* * *
When Jason appeared fully dressed at his front door next morning, I
began to wonder if this was turning out to be a good thing. One of the great
pleasures of my morning hikes had been the solitude. It was the time of day when
I did my best thinking. But I could hardly turn him down, and so we set off
up the trail with the two dogs. Despite my misgivings, as we approached the
tree at the top of the hill, my dick began to stir in my Calvins. I knew we
were going to have sex and the decision whether to or not was being made by my
body, not my brain.
As before, things started with a long piss, the dropping of the shorts
and pants, the mutual appraisal of each other's underwear.
"We should swap underpants sometime," said Jason.
"How come?"
"The thrill of being naked out in the open is nothing to the joy you'll
get out of wearing another guy's underpants."
"I'll take your word for it," I said. After all, I'm straight, and
this stuff doesn't really apply to me.
Jason pulled down my Calvins, so, just to keep things on an even keel, I
pulled down his briefs, Jockey Pocos they turned out to be. He lifted my T
shirt over my head, and I felt excited by the fact that another guy was
undressing me. Like our displays, it felt `naughty', forbidden, and thrilling. I
unbuttoned his shirt, realizing for the first time what a beautiful body he
had, his smooth chest glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. He squatted down
and pulled my underpants down till they dropped round my ankles, and took my
dick in his mouth. Once again, his actions were driving me crazy and I wanted
to make this thing last, so I pulled out of his mouth and pulled him to his
feet. I could not believe it when I heard myself say, "Let me suck you." Where
did those words come from? It was as if my body had taken charge, keeping my
brain out of the loop.
I squatted down and took hold of his beautiful weapon, skinned back his
foreskin and smelled the exciting aroma of dick. It was intoxicating. I slid
his skin forward again and took his member into my mouth. It felt so silky
smooth, yet hard, and I could feel Jason trembling with excitement. I bobbed
my head back and forth, masturbating him with my lips, then played my tongue
round the head, pushing it under his foreskin. I looked up at him, but I couldn'
t see his facial expression as his head was thrown back. His hips began to
buck and I felt the head of his dick swelling. I knew he was going to cum, but
I couldn't bring myself to take his dick out of my mouth. It absolutely
belonged in there. I felt it pulse, then the warm, wet feel of cum was on my
tongue, filling my mouth, and it felt so good, so fulfilling to have his semen in
me.
I swallowed, sucked some more and swallowed again, then milked his dick
with my hand and licked the last few drops, swallowing those. I felt no
revulsion, no guilt, just a feeling of triumph that I had sucked a guy off in full
view of the entire State of Arizona.
"Where did you learn to suck like that?" he asked as I pulled up his
Jockeys and tucked his dick inside.
"I've never done it before," I said. "I'm straight, remember?"
"Well, you're a natural." I wasn't sure if that was a compliment or
not.
Jason turned me round and pushed his face into the crack of my butt. I
leaned forward to accommodate him, and felt his tongue touch my hole, pushing,
trying to get in. At first, my ass was clamped shut, but then I relaxed and
let his tongue do its work. It felt incredible, having my ass licked out in
the open air. He reached around and finished me off by hand, with rapid
strokes, and I shot a generous jet of cum on to the desert floor. The dogs gave it
a sniff, but were not interested.
* * *
There was no sign of Jason the next day. I came into his living room
and let Buster out to join Bandit and work off some energy. I went into his
bedroom and he was asleep on the bed, the sheet thrown back, wearing his blue
silk boxers. I sat down carefully on the edge of the bed and looked at him,
lying completely relaxed and unaware of me. I unlaced my sneakers and kicked them
off, then slid my shorts off and pulled my T over my head. There we were,
both in our underpants, me with a hard on, and Jason, about to be sexually
molested. With the tips of my fingers, I opened the fly of his boxers and peeped
inside. There was his beautiful dick, soft and innocent, unaware of what was
about to happen. With two fingers, I reached into his fly and gently pulled
his dick out into the air. I heard Jason sigh and his dick began to grow. I
knew he was now awake, but he didn't open his eyes or move. I took his dick
between my lips and began to suck, playing with the end with my tongue, doing
everything I could think of to be creative in my ministrations. He became rock
hard, and I reach down to my own stiff dick and stroked it through the white
cotton of my underpants. I could see us both in the mirrored closet doors, two
guys having illicit sex, doing shameful things and not caring.
Jason's eyes opened. "You're fucking marvelous," he said. "What a
great way to wake up. I have a treat for you."
"What is it?"
"Pull my underpants off. Thanks, now get on the bed and lie on your
back." I did as he instructed. He sat up and pulled my dick out of the fly of
my Calvins. Reaching into the drawer beside the bed, he produced a tube of KY
and lubed my dick thoroughly. Then he knelt over me with his knees either
side of my chest and slowly impaled himself on my dick. It slid right in
painlessly.
"Does that hurt?" I asked.
"Only a little, at first, but it's worth it, believe me." He moved up
and down, fucking himself on my dick. To me it felt just like fucking pussy,
but tighter and much more exciting. This was really forbidden stuff. Straight
guys didn't do this, fucking another guy was an absolute no-no, and because
of this it was all the more thrilling. I was fucking a MAN, for fuck's sake,
and don't tell anyone, but it was really great. Jason's lovely cock was only
inches away and I thought that if he came, it would splash all over my face.
I didn't mind, in fact, I wanted it to happen, and I would get to taste it
again.
"Oh, God," he said, "That feels soooo fucking good. Fuck me! Fuck me!"
His words were such a turn on that I nearly came. Then his face came down
and his lips met mine. What could I do? Here I was, a straight guy being
accommodated up a gay guy's ass, pinned down unable to escape, so I thought, what
the fuck, and went along with it. He put his tongue in my mouth. My dick is
in his ass, I thought, it's a fair exchange. As I sucked on his tongue,
something went off in my brain, and I came like a fucking rocket. Wave after wave
of thrills passed through me as I shot jet after jet of cum into his
love-hole. Just as my dick gave its last pulse, Jason's shot a white rope of jism on
to my face and chest, followed by several more globs. I licked up what I
could reach, and he collapsed on my chest, his breath coming in gasps.
"You've no idea how long I've been waiting for that," he said.
"Was it that good?"
"Oh yes," he said. "Better than you can imagine."
By the time I left to start my hike, the dogs were really pissed at
having been made to wait.
* * *
Next morning I was early, coming into Jason's bedroom and throwing
myself on to the bed beside him.
"I want you to fuck me," I said, as he woke up.
"Are you sure you're ready for it?" he asked.
"Jason, please, please fuck me," I cried, grasping his dick. "I'm
begging you. I want your beautiful, hard dick as far up my ass as it will go.
Fill me up with your cum, then stick it in my mouth and cum again. I've never
wanted anything more in my life, so please, please fuck me."
"Are you sure you're straight?" he asked.
To be perfectly honest, at that point, I wasn't sure.
What do you think?
If you liked this, look for my other "White Brief" stories.