The Voyeur
Charlie was a good looking kid. He was your typical high school jock. His best friend was Jeff Adams. They were sitting on the ground in Chuck's driveway sweaty and hot from having played about 2 hours of one-on-one basketball. Both boys had long ago stripped off their t-shirts. Chuck's cut off jeans were dark from the sweat. They stuck to his legs and irritated the hell out of his balls but there didn't seem to be much he could do about that. He had glanced over at Jeff who wore loose fitting shorts and wished he had also chosen to wear his gym shorts.
Chuck found himself staring at Jeff's crotch. Looking up along his buddy's solid legs he spotted a flash of white. Jeff's underwear was showing. Chuck could see the doubled over cloth sown around the leg opening and a bulging pouch filled with cock and balls. The sight made him realize all the more just how much he got turned on by underwear and why his neighbor did what he did. It also made him think back to the one time last year when late one night, after drinking too much and spending too many hours talking about "getting it" he and Jeff had ended up in a two man circle jerk.
It had started out with the two of them just trying to adjust their swelling cocks as they talked "about it". Pretty soon both boys had become aware of eachother and without any words being spoken, both had pulled out their cocks and jerked off. They no sooner had shot their loads when the "guilts" settled on each guy. Neither said anymore about it that night or since.
Chuck thought about some of the things he had done lately and started getting a hard on. He could never talk to Jeff about his neighbor or some of the great solitary jerk off sessions he had up in his bed room. Chuck knew that Jeff would never understand why he had started getting his kicks from underwear.
"Let's call it a day, OK?" , said Chuck wiping the sweat from his face and chest with his t-shirt. "I'm hot, soaked and tired."
"Yeah, I've had enough. I should get home to clean up and eat. I wanted to catch the early bargain movie downtown. You interested in going?"
"Yeah. My folks are gone for the night. I'll meet you back here in about an hour and we'll head out."
"I don't know if I'll make it that quickly 'cause I know my mom will make me eat with the rest of the family."
"You could call her and tell her you're eating here. We could clean up and grab a pizza before the show. We'd have plenty of time."
"I don't know. I'm soaked. I've got to shower and change."
"So you'll wear my clothes. We're the same size."
"Sounds OK to me." said Jeff as the two boys got up and hurried inside to make the call. Within minutes everything was set with Jeff's Mom.
"Go ahead first." suggested Chuck. "Shower up and dress while I take the garbage out."
Jeff went up to Chuck's room and quickly stripped of his sweaty clothes. He tossed them on the floor and headed to the shower. Chuck walked in as Jeff's bare ass disappeared into the bathroom. He moved over to the pile of clothing and spotted the white underwear laying on the top of the pile. He picked them up and examined them. They were hot and sweaty from Jeff and there were a few dark pubic hairs trapped in the cloth near the fly. Chuck could tell that they were Fruit of the Loom and when he looked at the label he could just make out a 28-30 size.
He stripped out of his own clothes. He was glad Jeff was in the shower because Chuck had on his "fancy" underwear. He never wore it to school because he didn't like changing in the locker room when he had these colored Calvins on. He slipped out of everything and waited naked.
Jeff came out with just a towel wrapped around his shoulders. His heavy cock hanging softly and moving as he walked. His light brown hair had formed a dark forest at the base of the tool.
"That feels good! Getting as shower is one of the great feelings!"
"Yeah, its my turn now. Hunt around and you'll find something to wear." said Chuck as he moved into the bathroom for his shot at the shower.
Jeff opened the second draw from the bottom of Chuck's dresser and found the underwear drawer. It seemed like an unwritten rule that all guys used that for underwear. There was an assortment to choose from and Jeff seemed to enjoy his mini shopping trip. Chuck's drawer had lots of both plain white briefs and the fancy colored kind. He spotted the Jockey name on some of the neatly folded waistbands as well as Calvin Klein and Perry Ellis.
Jeff never realized how many brands of men's underwear actually had names on them. There were some with neat lettering saying John Henry and others that advertised Brut. One even said "Hang Ten" Jeff started to smile and thought how there should be "Hang Eight" or "Hang Six" and everyone could wear just the "right size" underwear.
There were white underwear with stripes on the waistband and some with just plain white elastic. Some of the colored ones had no elastic at all. Tucked off in one corner were a few jock straps.
He could hear the shower turn off and figured that Chuck would be out in a moment. Without taking too much more time Jeff chose a pair of plain white Calvin Klein to put on. They felt great as he pulled them up and adjusted his balls and cock. They fit just right. There wasn't any of that loose cheap feel his own underwear always had. The cloth pulled tightly over the curve of his rear end and sat lower on his waist. He couldn't explain it but he felt a little excited standing there in Chuck's underwear, especially these Calvin's. He felt like the model in the Calvin Klein magazine ad that lay on the bright desert background wearing only his briefs.
He grabbed a pair of 501 jeans out of Chuck's closet and pulled them on just as Chuck came out of the bathroom.
"You're right. A shower feels great."
"Yea!" Jeff answered, feeling a little embarassed about his thoughts. He wondered what underwear Chuck himself would choose.
"I grabbed these 501's Chuck. I hope you don't mind."
"No. Go ahead. Any of the shirts is OK too." Chuck had toweled off and was standing at his own dresser. "Whose underwear do you have on?"
"What? I mean...yours of course."
"I know that but whose brand?"
"Just plain ones. Not your fancy kind."
"Yeah but what brand?"
"Calvin's."
"They're great. You'll like them." Turning back to the drawer Chuck picked out a pair for himself. "I think I'll wear Old John Henry tonight." as he shook out a pair of white, fly front, lo-rise shorts. "Or maybe these Calvins just like the ones you have on." he said as he put the first briefs back in the drawer and took out a second pair.
"I never knew there were so many brands." said Jeff.
"Neither did I." Chuck answered as he stepped into his briefs.
"How come you have so many?"
"It's a long story and I don't know if you'd believe me. Besides, I might get embarassed." Chuck had reached in and was adjusting his balls and cock off to the left of the white cotton pouch.
"What do you mean?"
"Well you remember that night you and I got drunk and ....well...jerked off?" Chuck continued as he walked to the closet showing Jeff his bubble butt.
Chuck's last comment made Jeff start to blush.
"Yeah...well..we were drunk."
"I know but that doesn't mean I don't jerk off. Everyone does. Right?"
"No. I mean I guess they do."
"Don't hand me any of this THEY stuff. I know you must." Chuck teased as he pulled on his 501's and began buttoning the fly.
"Yeah well...That still doesn't tell me anything about all the different underwear you have."
"Look. If you promise not to laugh or tell anyone I'll tell you all about it."
"You're on."
"Well..when I jerk off, I usually lay on my bed. When I come I usually shoot into a towel or some underwear so I don't make a mess."
Jeff was a little embarassed listening to his best friend make
this confession. He also wanted to hear more and figured he would make Chuck more comfortable if he told some of his secrets too. "I usually do it in the shower. Sometimes my Mom yells because I'm in there so long."
"Wait now. This gets better. See if you sit on my bed you can look out my window. I never thought about it because I'm on the second floor and there's nothing over there except my neighbor's attic. One night I'm laying here stroking away and realized that my neighbor was over there watching. I got real paranoid and turned of all my light."
"No shit. What happened?"
"I closed up the blinds and went to sleep without finishing myself off. All I could think about is that this guy was probably watching forever."
"Jeese. I almost got caught once but that was only my folks."
"Well the next day I'm coming home and there he is working on his front lawn. He smiled and said ' Don't be upset. If you look behind my garage I'll leave you something to fill up.'"
"That's all?"
"Yeah that's all. That night I go behind his garage and there's this little paper bag. I open it up and there are a pair of Jockey underwear. You know, plain white Jockey with the fly that's different. There size 28 which is my size and there is a note that says 'Try these tonight and let me know if you like them' . There's also a five dollar bill."
"What did you do?"
"What do you think? I went upstairs and without turning any lights on I strip down and put on these Jockeys. There already washed and all so they fit tight. They were real comfortable. I figured 'what the hell' and went over to my bed. I turned on just the little lamp and started rubbing myself. I got a rod up with the underwear on yet and before I knew it I was shooting my load all into them. I never got to take them off. I just came with them on and it all got soaked up into them."
"Was he there watching?"
"I guess so. Anyway, I put just the underwear back in the bag and the next morning on my way out I leave them behind his garage right where I found them. I checked later and they're gone, so I figured he took them."
"You're kidding!"
"No. I wouldn't fool about this. Anyway...I start checking every so often. A few days later there's a bag behind the garage again. I take it in and there's more underwear in it. This time there's a note that says ' Try sleeping in these tonight. They're just right for a hot summer night'. I pull them out of the bag and check 'em out. They're white and have a fly and all just like my regular ones but they're cut lower and a little tighter."
"Yeah."
"Well I do what the note says. I strip down that night and wear just these briefs. Anyway I go ahead and lay down on the bed with just the little light on and before I know it I'm getting a hard on just thinking that the neighbor is watching me. I try to make believe that I was asleep but I end up with this big boner sticking out the top of the underwear. I couldn't help it. I just had to take care of myself. I pushed the underwear down just a little and started jerking off. I shot all over me and the bed and all but I took off the shorts and cleaned up with them. The next morning I left them behind the garage and they were gone in an hour."
"Is that guy watching right now?" Jeff asked.
"No he gets home about 6."
"Was he watching the night we...you know?"
"I don't know. Maybe."
"Jeese."
"This whole thing keeps going on. One day there is a pair of plain white Hanes and a pair of colored Hanes in the bag. The guy put a five dollar bill in with them and a note that says,'why not wear the ones you like and some nice loose gym shorts. Come on over and talk'"
"You didn't go over did you?"
"I sure did. I went upstairs and tried on both kinds. They were tight fitting but the colored Hanes made me feel faggy so I put on the white ones and some gym shorts and went over. The whole time the guy is talking he kept watching my crotch. I sat on the ground in front of him and sort of let him get a good view up my leg and ...well..."
"Yeah." prompted Jeff. He realized he was getting turned on by Chuck talking. His cock had started to fill with warmth and excitement.
"Nothing really happened. We just talked. At one point he asked me to stand up and when I was standing he came over and started to reach for the waistband of the gym shorts. I figured 'this is it' but all he did was pull them down enough so that the waistband on the underwear showed. He kept telling me how sharp I looked. After a while I had such a fuckin' hard on I had to leave or sit there and shoot my load."
"So!"
"So, I left. I went home and jerked off. I went up to my room and turned the light on and laid there and jerked off."
"I can't believe it."
"I told you you wouldn't. Anyway. One Saturday he even takes me shopping. We went to about five different stores in the mall and the only thing we bought was underwear for me. He acted like he was my Dad and we would go in and go to the men's department and shop for briefs. In the one store we asked the clerk all sorts of questions about the fancy colored briefs and ended up buying the ones that the clerk said he wore. They are comfortable."
Jeff was trying to move enough to hide his growing cock.
"Later that night." Chuck continued, I went up to my room and tried all the different kinds of underwear on. I stood by my mirror and opened each package. I took out a pair and put them on and smoothed them out and modeled them knowing the whole time that he was over there watching."
Both Jeff and Chuck were now at the point where neither could hide their cocks.
"Looks like we're sort of in the same situation as that night we drank too much."
"I think so." Jeff answered. "What time is it?"
"About 6:00."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. He'll be home any minute now."
"Jeese."
"You want to do it?"
"Do what?"
"Don't bull shit me. Let's both give him a show tonight."
"What should I do?"
"Just do what feels good. I'll sort of show you."
"Sounds real good to me. "agreed Jeff.
"Just do what I say. Let's get over by my window. I'm going to sit in that chair and help you get started. It's just about time."
Chuck sat in his desk chair with just his Levis and underpants on. He looked toward his buddy Jeff who stood there in the same clothing almost like his twin.
"Just stand there and start rubbing hour hand over the fly of your jeans. Get that cock of yours hard. If it bothers you to have me here you can close your eyes. I'm going to do the same thing anyway. "
Jeff's long thin fingers curved over the bulge in his crotch. They adjusted and pressed. Chuck did the same sitting and watching. Both boys knew the neighbor was there. They could feel it.
"That's good Jeff. Now just unbutton the fly real slow." Chuck watched as Jeff followed his commands. He saw the bright white of the underwear show above the dark blue denim. He couldn't explain it. He knew it would be his own Calvin's right from his own dresser that were showing but when the gray letters were exposed on the elastic, his own cock get even harder.
Jeff had the fly on the jeans unbuttoned all the way. The underwear stretched where his cock pressed into the soft white cotton. His one hand cupped his balls that filled the pouch and his other hand rubbed up and down the swollen tube that pointed up toward his left. Chuck sat watching. He had a solid bulge of a hard on but he hadn't started to strip.
"That's it Jeff. Now take your Levis off. Let's see you just in underpants. Do it man." urged Chuck.
Jeff stepped out of the jeans and stood upright facing his friend and the window to the neighbor's house. His adult sized feet anchored him to the floor. Solid young boy's legs stretched up to the bright white of the underwear. A little fine soft hair covered the muscled calves and thighs. His head was tilted back and he closed his eyes. His chest rose in deep breaths as he continued to feel his erect cock that was still hidden behind the soft cotton. There was just a hint of downy boy hair between the nipples on his muscled upper body. His stomach was flat and his waist was so solid. The elastic waistband on the Calvin's stretched firmly across the sun tanned flesh. The swollen cock had pulled the elastic down into a gentle "U" shape before the cloth pushed into a tent of excitement.
"Oh that's great Jeff. Feel that cock and hold those balls of yours," Chuck directed. His right hand reached through the fly of the briefs and his left hand slipped under the elastic at the leg openning. He tried to push his erect cock through the fly and couldn't. Pausing for a moment he changed tactics and pulled the briefs off to one side of his cock and balls letting them go free. The leg opening stretched beyond capacity and pulled the cloth tightly up his young ass crack.
"No man. Not that way." Chuck leaned forward and roughly grabbed the waistband of the stretched briefs. He pulled out and down forcing the cloth to free his friend's cock. He released it only after getting it part way down Jeff's thighs. They snapped back just below Jeff's balls. The cloth pushed up forcing his balls tightly up against the bottom of his cock.
Chuck started to unbutton the fly on his own jeans. He slipped them down his legs and commanded Jeff, "Give me a hand with these." as he sat, lifting his legs towards his buddy.
Jeff grabbed the jeans that were already part way down Chuck's legs and stripped them off. Chuck reached with his curled toes and pressed against Jeff's belly. He moved down feeling his friends pubic hair and solid cock. His toes stopped near the partially lowered underpants and grabbed. He pulled, forcing Jeff to move closer.
"Come on and help me get these off." Chuck ordered as he rubbed his hands lightly over his own Calvins. He pulled Jeff toward him still using his toes. When Jeff was within arms length Chuck let his foot move down between Jeff's own legs and feet. Jeff stradled Chuck. His cock pointed at his buddy's face. He lowered himself until his balls rested on Chucks ankles with only his partially stripped off underwear between them. Chuck's toes curled back between his buns and held him close. He leaned forward and reached for Chuck's briefs and forced his own erect cock against Chuck's shins. He felt like a puppy dog, humping his master's leg in sexual frustration.
"That feels good Jeff. I can feel your cock laying just right. Now let's get my underwear off."
Jeff started to reach for Chuck's briefs when he was ordered to stop.
"Not that way. Use your teeth."
Jeff was still astride Chuck's legs. His hardon between Chuck's shins and his arms wrapped around Chuck's thighs. His face rested on Chuck's lap, the soft cotton of Chuck's briefs warm against his cheek. He raised his head to follow Chuck's order and slowly rubbed his erect cock against Chuck's legs. His nose filled with the musky odor of Chuck's cock and balls, still hidden behind the fly of the underpants. The letters on the waistband were so close, his eyes couldn't focus on them. He buried his face into the warmth of Chuck and gripped the waistband with his teeth. The soft downy hair on Chuck's belly almost tickled his nose.