Please add this to the white briefs collection in the encounters section. Thank you. Tony.
White Briefs in the Window: Part 2
It was a night to remember. We fell asleep almost immediately and I didn' t wake up until about one a.m. I came to with a raging hard on, and the feel of a pair of lips round my dick. My son was not merely sucking me off, he was making love to my dick, licking my balls, running his tongue up and down the shaft, playing with my foreskin, like he`d been doing it forever. He was a natural. He'd manipulated my dick out of the fly of my stiff briefs and his head was bobbing up and down on it. I let out a sigh of satisfaction to let him know I was awake. I could hear him making humming noises, obviously enjoying his work. I reached for his cock, rock hard in his underpants, and stroked it through the cotton. Running my thumb over the end of it, I could feel a wet patch of precum. More than the physical stimulation, the idea that it was my own son who was sucking my dick, coupled with the knowledge that we would be doing this on a regular basis from now on, was so erotic that I knew I would cum in a few seconds.
"Here it cums," I said, as my dick began to pulse. He didn't slow down, just kept sucking until my entire load of love cream was in his mouth.
"How does it taste?" I asked him, between gasps.
"Nnngh," he said, unable to articulate with a mouthful of cum.
"You wanna spit it out?" He shook his head vigorously. He still didn't swallow and I guessed he wanted to keep my cum in his mouth in order to continue tasting it for as long as possible.
Eventually he must have swallowed, because he said, "Wow, that was delicious. I love the taste."
"You're welcome," I said. "As soon as I get horny again, I'll return the favor." We both fell asleep again.
At about four a.m. my bladder woke me up. I climbed carefully out of the bed, trying not to wake my son, and went into the bathroom. Thinking about the events of the evening was making my dick hard, and I had to aim carefully to hit the bowl, but finally I was done, tucked my dick back into my still-stiff underpants and got back into bed.
My son was lying on his back and I reached over and began to stroke his rock hard dick through his Calvins. I slid my underpants down to my knees, then I put my other arm under his back and rolled him on top of me. He came awake and immediately began to hump me, grinding his cock against mine. I put both my arms around him and hugged as tight as I could, my own hips bucking up to meet his.
"I love you so much, Dad," he whispered, and kissed my neck. "This feels so good." The friction of his cotton covered dick against my naked one was driving me crazy. He kissed my cheek, and I turned my head so his lips met mine, touching briefly, then his mouth opened and he welcomed my intruding tongue, sucking on it. Here I was, having cum four times in twenty-four hours, something I hadn't done since my teen years, and I was ready to cum again. But he was ahead of me. "Oh Dad," he cried as his hips pushed against mine, "I'm cumming!" I could feel the pulses of his dick and the wetness spreading through his underpants. We lay there, him still on top of me, gasping, bathed in sweat. Then I rolled him off me and leaned down and sucked the cum from his Briefs.
We fell asleep again.
By seven o'clock, we were both awake, with the light on, to encourage our neighbor. We had thrown the sheet off, and were lying side by side, fondling each other's cocks. The smell of cum, old and fresh, was heavy on the air. From time to time we would kiss. Then he said, "Dad, I gotta pee."
"Me too," I said, and we both got up and headed for the bathroom. He stood in front of the bowl, looking exquisite in his white Calvins, trying to pee through his hard-on.
"Jesus," he said. "I can't pee."
"Do me a favor, step into the shower with me. No, keep your underpants on."
In the shower I knelt down in front of him. "You may think this is kinky, but I want you to pee on me."
"Are you sure? It is kinda kinky. But I'll do whatever you want."
"Just relax. Don't try to force it. It'll come in its own time. We have all day." Suddenly his bladder let go and a strong warm stream of piss hit me on the chest. I took hold of his dick and directed it down to soak my still stiff underpants, then up to my face. As the stream began to diminish, I opened my mouth and let it fill. When he was finished, I closed my mouth and swallowed. It was acrid and bitter, strong early morning pee. I knew that later in the day, when he had drunk a lot of liquid, it would taste better, and I would drink his whole bladder full, straight from the tap.
"Dad, you never cease to amaze me. What was it like? How did it taste?"
"It was wonderful. Being peed on is the ultimate surrender, an act of total submission. I'm demonstrating that you can do anything you like with me, and it's O.K. The taste was a little bitter, but if you drink lots of water, it tastes nicer."
"Do you wanna pee on me?"
"What do you want?"
"Oh, yes please, I want to try everything." I stood up as he fell to his knees and I pulled my cock out of my cum and piss stained briefs. As I started to piss, he took hold of my cock and directed it all over his body. Not surprisingly, he avoided his face, after all, this was his first time. I knew he would get around to drinking it eventually. He stood up, and we hugged, standing there in the shower, our underpants soaking wet, kissing each other, until he said, "Lets go back to the bedroom and see if that guys there. I wanna put on a show for him."
We dropped our briefs, turned on the shower, and soaped each other all over. I put a soapy finger up his but, and he wiggled with pleasure. "That feels nice," he said. "Do you wanna put your dick up there?"
"I don't think you're ready for my dick yet. It would hurt, and I don' t wanna spoil things for you." Rinsing him off, I turned him around, knelt down and spread his cheeks. "Lean forward," I said, and put my tongue on his beautiful teenage pucker. I pushed as hard as I could, the tip entering his hole.
"Oh, I love that. It feels so sexy. I hope your dick will be this nice."
"Slow down, son. Learn to walk before you run." I wanted to savor the anticipation of fucking him. There would be plenty of time in the coming days, and the thought being fucked by him was keeping my dick rigid.
We dried each other off with a big fluffy bath towel, and started to brush out teeth. "This`ll get rid of our dick-breath," I said.
He laughed. "That's what my friends sometimes call me. Little do they know!"
Back in the bedroom, wearing clean, dry underwear, we lay down on the bed and looked out of the window. It was only about seven-thirty so I figured we 'd have to wait for a while, but soon the neighbor's light went on and we could see him moving around the room, dressed in his white briefs. Not surprisingly, he had a morning erection.
"He looks pretty sexy, doesn't he," I said.
"Not as sexy as you, Dad. But I love the idea of watching him."
Our new friend abruptly dropped his briefs, showing off his lovely big cock, picked up a towel and left the room.
"He's going for a shower," I said. "Shouldn't be long before he's back." Sure enough, a couple of minutes later he returned, toweling himself off, turning this way and that, showing of his body and his still stiff dick. Then he reach into a drawer and pulled out a pair of white briefs. Stepping in to them, he pulled them up, and pulled his still stiff dick out of the fly. Then he stepped up to the window and began to jerk off. Unlike the day before, he was looking right at us, not bothering to pretend that he didn't know we were there.
"Let's give him a show," said my son. "Let's jerk each other off by the window. I want him to see us."
"You little slut," I said with a grin.
"That's me, a fucking cock sucking slut. Come on, Dad come over here."
My son was already at the window, his dick out of his fly, waiting for me. I quickly joined him and let him pull mine out. We started to pump each others dicks, looking across to our neighbor, who was smiling invitingly as he pumped his own. There was only about eight feet separating us from him and in the bright daylight, despite the cum smears on the window, it was possible to see every detail, the name on the waistband of his briefs, this time Fruit of the Looms, the folds of his foreskin, the pubic hairs escaping out of his fly, the drops of precum on the end of his dick.
I looked down at my son's dick in my hand, and felt a wave of lust for him, my willing sex slave, me eager sex partner, young, slender, hairless, willing to do anything for me. He looked up at me. "I want him to see me sucking your cock, Dad."
He dropped to his knees and took my dick in his mouth. This was clearly too much for our neighbor to take, because his face screwed up in grimace and he shot five or six jets of cum on to the already stained window. My son had seen it out of the corner of his eye, because he gave an appreciative groan. I could feel my own balls beginning to shrink up into my body and my first lot cum traveled down my urethra.
"Mmmmm!" said my son, as his mouth filled with cum, and he milked my dick to collect every drop. "I'm getting addicted to this stuff," he said.
The neighbor was still standing there, looking at us. He mouthed something. It looked like, "See you tonight."!