Date: Tue, 9 Feb 2016 23:15:50 -0500
From: Chad M. Jackson <chadstales@gmail.com>
Subject: Andy's Panties

ANDY'S PANTIES
by Chad
(b/b, mast)

I would die if anyone found out I did a gay thing. I know my friends
would kill me. My girlfriend would kill me. My mom would kill me.
HIS mom would kill me! I think you get the picture.

To tell the whole story I have to go back a year, when I was 13. I
was on my driveway shooting some hoops when I saw the U-Haul
pull up to the vacant house next door. I picked up my basketball
and watched as a lady and a kid climbed out of the truck.

The lady looked around 30 with reddish brown hair. She was
wearing blue jeans and a white t-shirt that showed off her slim
body and nice tits. The kid looked about 10 years old with blondish
red hair that covered his ears and his eyebrows.

I watched for a few minutes while they carried boxes of things
inside. Being the nice kid I was, I went over and said hello and
offered to help.

"Thank you," the lady said. "I am Denise Tremblay and this is my
son, Andy."

"Hey. I'm Kevin. Kevin Walters," I said back.

"Well nice to meet you Kevin Walters. And yes, your help would
be appreciated. You want to help Andy take his stuff to his room?"

I nodded in agreement and hopped into the back of the truck
along with Andy to sort out his things. That's when I noticed there
was hardly any furniture. Not even a bed.

"Are the movers bringing the heavy stuff?" I asked.

"Naaah," Andy said. "We sold all of our old furniture. We're going
to get all new stuff, aren't we Mom?"

"Yes we are. It's easier to buy new furniture and have it delivered
than to haul our old junk," Denise said.

I found out they moved to Georgia from North Carolina. Denise
was going to start a new job as a nurse next week, and Andy was
going to be in 5th grade at the elementary school. I was in 8th
grade at the middle school so we wouldn't see each other during
the day.

At one point I was helping Andy unload a box of shoes that he
arranged on the floor of his closet. While he was bent over,
his t-shirt raised up and I noticed something.

"Dude, are you wearing panties?" I asked.

He turned around without any embarrassment at all and simply
said, "It's just bikini style underwear. I like them."

I thought it was weird but I let it go and we continued to set up his
room. For some reason I had the sudden urge to go home and take care of
some business so I told them I needed to go. I had been jacking
my dick for about three years, and shooting white stuff for about
one. Of course I thought I was the only kid in the world who did it,
so I figured I was a bit weird myself.

Over the next few weeks, I noticed several trucks come by Andy's
house to deliver furniture. I didn't hang out with Andy very much.
After all, he was just a lowly 5th grader. He would sometimes
come out and watch me shoot hoops in the front yard. I would
invite him to play, but he would say, "That's okay. I will
just watch you."

He was kind of a sweet kid. He never had a bad thing to say about
anyone. He always seemed content with himself. With his mild
manners, he would be the type to draw bullies at school -- but he
never seemed to be bothered by anything. On the other hand, I
was constantly pushing myself to be better...at sports, at school,
at finding girls! Andy always had sweets with him. His
favorites were butterscotch and fireballs. Whenever he was
around, he always offered me a piece of his candy.

The Tremblays turned out to be good neighbors. My mom and
Denise became friends. I mowed their lawn every couple of weeks
in the warm months while Andy sat on the front stoop and
watched me. He always brought me a bottle of cold water, and I
got paid 20 bucks.

Now, fast forward to the present. I'm a freshman in high school. I
play soccer. My grades are decent. I had a growth spurt and I
stand proudly at 5 feet, 7 inches.

And I have a girlfriend, Nicole. She is thin with blonde hair and
blue eyes and she is developing a nice pair of tits. I think she is
hot. She is such a tease, though; it drives me crazy. At school she
acts all flirty but when I try to kiss her in the hall she gently pushes
me away and says, "Not here."

Well where?

When we go on a date (which means my mom drives me to pick
her up and drops us off at the movies) she will at least let me hold
her hand. Her soft warm fingers entwined in mine makes my heart
flutter and my dick hard. Sometimes I think my hormones are
going to set me on fire! During a movie I would sometimes reach
my arm around her and she would lean into me. Wow that is hot!
But if I tried to make out with her she would just smile and pull
away, maybe giving me a quick peck on my cheek if I was lucky
that day. Every time I got home after a date I would lock myself in
my room and jack off like a madman.

One Wednesday evening at dinner my mom made an announcement.

"Kevin, I got a call from Denise today. She has to work a double
shift Friday, so I told her Andy could hang out with you Friday
night."

"Wait a minute," I said. "Does that mean I am babysitting Friday
night?"

"It's not babysitting, sweety," she said. "It's just a sleepover."

"I wanted to go out with Nicole Friday night," I complained. "I don't
want a sleepover with some little kid."

"He's eleven. It wasn't that long ago that YOU were eleven," she
said. "And you can go to the movies with Nicole Saturday night."

"But, Mom..."

Finally my dad spoke. "Just do Denise this favor, son. She has
been good to you since they moved in. And Andy is a nice kid."

I couldn't argue with that. Denise was always good about hiring
me to do yard work. She even complimented me on my athletic
ability when I was shooting hoops in the driveway. And
Andy...yeah he was an OK kid. Even though he was too young to
really hang out with, there was really nothing about him to
complain about.

Then the kicker. "Oh, and you need to go by his school and walk
him home if you don't mind," Mom said.

"What?"

"It's just a little out of your way. Denise usually picks him up but
since she's working..."

I just sighed. "Okay."

Friday came and it was just another boring day at school. I asked
Nicole about Saturday night but she said she had family plans this
weekend so we wouldn't be seeing each other. Unfortunately, she
was overheard by Bruce, the resident asshole.

"Hey Kevin...not getting any this weekend?" he shouted and
laughed.

"Yeah, just like every day for you!" I said back at him.

After school I loaded my crap in my backpack and trudged the two
blocks over to the elementary school. The little kids got out of
school earlier than the high school, so Andy was sitting out front
waiting for me, head in his hands.

"Hi Kevin!" he yelled and ran toward me.

"Hey dude," I said. "Come on, let's head home."

Sitting beside him was a huge duffel bag that was nearly as big as
him. From the way he struggled to carry it, I would guess it
weighed almost as much as him.

When we finally reached my house, I was surprised to see that my
mom was home from work early. She made us a quick snack,
then I went up to my room to change out of my jeans and into
some basketball shorts.

"Want to shoot some hoops?" I asked Andy when I came back
downstairs.

"No, I'll just watch you," he said.

"How come you never want to play?"

He looked at me a second then answered sincerely, "I'm no good
at playing. But I have just as much fun watching."

So until dinnertime we were outside in the warm sun. I worked up
quite a sweat, and the ends of Andy's hair were damp with
perspiration.

Dad got home and we enjoyed a meal of homemade lasagne,
salad, and garlic bread. It was delicious and everyone was stuffed.
When the dishes were put in the dishwasher we all sat in the living
room and watched baseball on the big screen till about 10:30.

"Okay boys, I think we're going to hit the sack. Take Andy up to
your room, Kevin," my dad said.

"But Dad, it's Friday. And it's still early," I protested.

"You didn't put in a 50-hour week at work," my dad said. "You can
watch TV in your room, but keep the volume down, alright?"

"Yeah, okay," I said. "Goodnight."

Mom and Dad each gave me a quick hug and a kiss on the
forehead. Even Andy got a hug from Mom. I helped him carry his
big bag up the stairs. Once in my room he pulled out a sleeping
back, a small pillow, and a toothbrush. I left him to sort out his
gear while I hit the shower.

After washing away the day's sweat, I toweled off and slipped on
some clean boxers and a floppy t-shirt to sleep in, then returned to
my room to find Andy looking a little troubled.

"I forgot my pajamas," he whined.

"No worries. I'll loan you a shirt to sleep in. I don't wear pajamas
anymore," I said. I pulled out a white v-neck t-shirt and tossed it to
him. He smiled, since he would be dressing for bed like a big boy
now.

"After you take a shower you wanna watch some Netflix for a
while?" I asked him.

"I usually take a bath, not a shower."

"Okay, whatever."

"You got any bubblebath?" he asked.

"Bubblebath? Seriously?"

He nodded his head, smiling. Maybe he wasn't acting like a big
boy after all. I dug into the cabinet under the sink and found a
quarter-full bottle that had been there since I was 8 years old. I
turned the water on in the tub and added a couple of big squirts of
the bubbles.

"Okay, little man, knock yourself out," I told him.

I left him in the bathroom and went back to lie on the bed. I picked
up the remote and tried to find something worth watching. I could
vaguely hear the water running and then some splashing around
in the tub. About a half-hour later, I hear water going down the
drain and soon afterward Andy appeared in my room. My floppy
shirt was even floppier on him, hanging down almost to his knees.
It almost looked like he was wearing a nightgown. He had a towel
around his head, vigorously trying to dry his hair.  He took the
towel off and shook his head like a wet dog, sending water
droplets everywhere, including on me!

"Dude, you're getting me all wet!" I said.

"Oh, sorry," he said, then plopped down on his sleeping bag.

We tried to watch some TV for a while, but Andy kept twisting
around in his sleeping bag and making grunting sounds.

"Are you okay down there?" I asked.

"It's hard to get comfortable on the floor. I had to sleep on the floor
for a week after we first moved in until I got a bed," he said.

My friends used to sleep in my double bed when we had
sleepovers, so I thought nothing of inviting Andy to join me.
Excitedly he bounded over me and landed on his stomach on my
bed, to my right side between me and the wall. As he did, his shirt
flew up and I saw them. He was wearing blue silk bikini
underwear. I still thought they looked like panties!

"I've really never had a sleepover before," he said.

"Yeah, uh, really?" I stumbled to say. I couldn't take my eyes off
his underwear. When he buried his face in the pillow, all I could
see was his long hair, his shirt pulled halfway up, and his silk-
covered butt. Wow, it almost looked like a girl was lying beside
me!

"What is it?" he asked. He had caught me looking at him.

"I was just wondering...why do you wear that kind of underwear?"

"I like the way it feels on my skin. Boxer shorts are scratchy and
when they get bunched up it kinda pinches my nutsack," he
explained. I have to admit there was some truth to that. He rubbed
his butt with the back of his right hand.

"Here, feel it," he said.

"Uh, what?"

"Feel how soft the material is."

I cautiously reached over and pinched a bit of the fabric, and
rubbed it between my thumb and index finger. He was right. It was
really soft.

"Rub my back?" he asked.

"What?"

"My mom rubs my back sometimes at bedtime. It helps me get to
sleep," he said. "Please?"

"Okay," I said. I reached over and rubbed up and down his back
over his t-shirt a few times, with no real conviction to it.

"That's not the way," he complained. "Here, let me show you
how."

He pushed me until I rolled over on my stomach, then sat himself
down right on my butt. He slid his hands under my shirt all the way
up to my shoulders and started kneading my muscles. What the
hell?

He slowly, gently slid his hands down my back and then up again.
His hands were soft and so warm. I closed my eyes and
surrendered myself to his touches. If it was only Nicole doing this.
Oh yes, she could make me feel so good.

Then suddenly he stopped. He got off me and scooted over to his
side of the bed, leaning against the wall.

"Did you like that?" he asked.

"Dude. I have to admit, you know how to give a great backrub," I
said.

I rolled over onto my back, and he started giggling, putting one
hand over his mouth.

"What's so funny?"

"You've got a boner!" he said. Sure enough, I had a little tent
going in my plaid boxers. And to bring attention to that fact Andy
reached over and gave my dick a little squeeze, laughing the
whole time.

Holy shit! I felt a sudden surge of electricity shoot from my dick to
every other part of my body. No one had ever touched me there
before, and the shock to my system had me instantly on the verge
of orgasm. All my muscles tensed and I sat upright.

"Don't do that!" I said, and he took his hand away, smiling ear-to-
ear.

"You've gotta to do my back now," he demanded.

He rolled over on his stomach and I dutifully straddled his thighs,
just below his butt. I placed my hands over his shirt on the center
of his back and tentatively started rubbing.

"Hold on," he said, and quickly pulled his shirt up, over his head,
and off. "Okay, I'm ready."

Obviously he wanted skin-to-skin contact. I stared down at his
naked back, his long hair touching his shoulders, and those tight
silky underwear covering two shapely globes. From this viewpoint
anyone could mistake him for a girl.

A little nervously I lightly moved my fingertips over his
unblemished skin. It felt smooth and very warm. I put my thumbs
together at the base of his spine, and slowly applied some
pressure all the way up his backbone. He let out a little sigh.
Apparently I was doing it right.

Starting again just above the elastic waistline of this panties I lay
my thumbs together on this spine, then radiated out toward his
ribs. Then back together a little higher, and spread the thumbs out
again. I'm not sure where I learned this trick -- probably saw it on
TV, but Andy seemed to like it.

I swiped his hair away from his lightly freckled shoulders and
began to knead the muscles. I leaned forward to get in a better
position to reach his neck and shoulders, and when I did I
suddenly felt the tip of my still-hard dick make contact with his
butt. Once again electricity shot through my body from the tip of
my penis. I pulled back immediately for fear something would
happen. There was no way he didn't feel my hardness poking him
on the ass.

"That feels good how you're doing my shoulders," Andy said. "It's
so relaxing."

I continued rubbing his shoulders the way he liked, being careful
to avoid touching his butt with my dick again. Then he really
surprised me by raising his butt off the bed, just enough to meet
my hardness. I couldn't help myself this time. I gently pushed into
him. It felt great. I pushed again. The feeling was so intense, I
closed my eyes and started trembling.

After a moment, he said softly, "You can do it if you want."

Did I hear him right? There was no mistaking what I was doing,
and he obviously didn't mind. I wrestled the idea around in my
head. I knew what I was doing was wrong -- I mean, it was so gay.
But oh man, did it feel great. If only Nicole would let me do this to
her.

I thrust again slowly. Andy relaxed under me, laying flat on the
bed again. Gripping his shoulders, I pushed my dick into his silk-
covered ass again and again. The feeling started to build, and I
knew I was getting close to shooting.

Suddenly I stopped and whipped off my t-shirt. My chest was
shiny with a thin sheen of sweat. I looked down at those lovely
panties, and couldn't help giving his butt cheeks a gentle squeeze.
This could be Nicole's ass. I reached down and pulled my dick
through the fly in my boxers. I leaned forward until my bare chest
lay against his back. My dick slid against the smooth cloth right in
the crack of his butt. I began a slow humping motion, moving
around slightly until I found the sweet spot. I picked up speed, full
throttle to my impending climax.

"Oh shit, oh shit!" I hissed.

Then it hit me. I pumped five good squirts, soaking his underwear
and leaving white streaks of jizz all the way up his back. Panting
like a dog, I rolled off of him and onto my back as I came back
down to Earth.

"Was that sperm?" Andy asked.

I looked at him, then the guilt hit me. What had I done? I used my
little friend for sex, and left him coated with my juice.

"Yeah," I managed to say.

"We learned about it in health class, but I never actually saw any
before," he said.

"Let me clean it up," I said. I got up and grabbed a handful of
tissues from across the room. My deflating dick was still poking
out the fly of my boxers, so I slipped it back in. When I got back to
the bed, Andy was trying his hardest to look over his shoulder at
the cooling liquid over his back side.

I used a few tissues to dry his back. I tried my best to gather up
some of the semen that was soaking into his underwear, but it
was pretty saturated.

"Sorry about this," I said. "Your underwear is still kinda wet."

"No problem," he said with a smile. "I got another pair."

I got up and carried the damp tissues to the bathroom and flushed
them down the toilet. When I came back into the room, I got
another shock. His underwear had been discarded onto the floor,
and his right hand was flogging his little dick for all it was worth.
His pubic area was basically bald except for some short blond
downy hairs. The head of his penis was covered with an extra
layer of skin. Then it hit me -- he was uncircumcised.

Andy encircled his little three-inch joystick with his thumb and
index finger, and he was jerking that extra flap of skin up and
down fast enough to churn butter.

His eyes were closed tightly as he worked himself speedily
towards his ultimate goal. His hand almost became a blur, he was
jerking so fast. He breathed in, filling his lungs with air, and held
his breath. Then all at once, his ass raised off the bed, his toes
curled, and all the air burst out of his lungs with a swoosh. His
whole body shook as he experienced his orgasm. When it was
over his muscles went limp again and he relaxed on the bed again
as his breathing got back to normal. It was quite a bizarre sight --
a naked Andy lying on my bed.

"Oh man!" he exclaimed. "That was the best tickle I've had ever!
And I got nothing to clean up!"

Yeah, I remember when I had dry cums.

Andy got up and put on his t-shirt and a fresh pair of underwear
from his overnight bag. He bounced back onto his side of the bed
and I got in beside him.

"Ready to go to sleep?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said. "I'm tired now."

I turned off the light and fell back on my pillow. In the dark, my
eyes were wide open. What had I just done? What gay thing had I
done? What if my friends found out? What if my parents found
out? What if Nicole found out?

"Andy?" I whispered.

"Yeah?"

"You're not going to tell anyone about...what we did?" I asked.

"Of course not. It's nobody's business," he said. "But I want to
know something."

"What?"

Andy rolled over on his left side and faced me. "What does it feel
like when your sperm comes out?" he asked.

"It's the best thing you've ever felt in your life. Even better than
when I used to cum dry like you."

That answer seemed to satisfy him. He rolled over on his back
and sighed. The room was silent except for our gentle breathing. I
closed my eyes and started to drift off to sleep.

"Kevin?" he whispered.

"Yeah?"

"Next time I get to see your sperm shoot out, alright?"

Wait, what? Next time?