One of the great things about being an apartment manager is that from time to time you get to be inside a unit while the owner is away. It's not that I 'm there illegally, mostly it's because I've been asked to water the plants or look after the cat, but there is a kind of strange thrill about being inside someone else's home, while they're absent. I never pilfer anything, but I do investigate the dresser drawers in the bedrooms, looking not for valuables, but for underwear, men's underwear. And when I find a pair, I'll give them a good sniff. Laundry hampers are even better. A nice pair of used briefs will get me really turned on. Sometimes, I even try them on, after all, they're going to be washed when the owner comes back, so why not? I really like to wear another guy's underpants, and if I'm lucky enough to find a cum-stained pair, then I'm in heaven. But I always put them back as I found them. The building that I manage has a high proportion of gay tenants, somewhere around fifty percent, plus, of course, those who may be in the closet. I, myself, keep my outward behavior neutral in public, but in private, well, I can really let myself go! There's a rumor floating about that I'm gay. I allow the rumor to persist, because it makes guys curious, and I like that.
Yesterday, I got a phone call from a guy called Justin, in apartment 36B. There are rumors about Justin, that he likes watersports, and I once caught a glimpse of him through his living room window, while he was wearing just his briefs. I couldn't hang around all day gazing in his window, but I'd stared long enough for him to catch me looking. This morning, on the phone, Justin told me he was trying to replace one of the fluorescent tubes in his kitchen ceiling, but he couldn't get the old tube out, and could I help him? Of course I could help him, in more ways than he might have guessed.
Dressed in my jogging shorts, with white Hanes briefs underneath, and a white Hanes tank, I knocked on his door. It opened to reveal Justin, as I had hoped, wearing just a pair of Jockey briefs and white socks.
"Oops," he said, "you've caught me in my underwear,"
"No problem," I replied. "Underwear is dress-of-the-day for me when I'm at home. No need to dress up for me."
He led me into his kitchen where he had placed a chair in the middle of the floor. Above, I could see he had removed the translucent ceiling panel, exposed the light fitting.
"This shouldn't take long," I said, slipping off my sneakers, not wanting to leave footprints on his furniture.
"Wanna beer?" he asked.
"It's kinda early, but what the fuck, sure." He took a couple of cans out of the fridge and popped the lid of one for me and placed it on the kitchen counter. "Thanks," I said. I stepped up on to the chair and wiggled the fluorescent tube back and forth. I could tell there was nothing wrong with it and it was going to come out easily, so I figure it was just a ruse to get me into his apartment, but I went along with the game and pretended that it was stuck. >From time to time I would bend down to pick up the beer can, giving him a nice look up the back of my shorts at the exposed edge of my white briefs, take a long pulls on my beer, and then bend down again to replace the can. At one point, I lifted my right leg up and put my foot on the back of the chair. If he moved to his right, he would get a nice view up the leg of my shorts. Sure enough, he casually moved to the right, and my dick started to harden in my briefs. After a few seconds, I switched legs, causing him to move back to his left, and, predictably enough, he made the move. I looked down at him and could detect a growing bulge in his briefs. Things were beginning to heat up. I let him stare at me for a minute or so, then pulled the tube out.
"Here we go," I said, "Hand me the new one."
He passed it up to me, and I spent another minute or so, pretending to have difficulty fitting it, allowing him a nice uninterrupted view of my briefs up the leg of my shorts. By now my dick was hard, painfully bent downwards in my Hanes, creating a very visible mound at the front of my shorts.
"I like those shorts you're wearing," he said.
"Yeah, I love nylon, I like the smooth silky feel of them. Go ahead, have a feel."
I knew he would be unable to resist. He reached up both hands and stroked my hips, then slid his hands over my buttocks. "You're right," he said, "It does feel nice." One hand came round to the front and cupped my basket, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"Much nicer for me," I said, taking another pull on my beer. "Don't stop."
He manipulated my dick through the material to a more comfortable upright position. It's head was only just contained by the waistbands of my briefs and shorts. He rubbed his hand up and down the shaft, while his other hand went up the back of my thigh, up the leg of my shorts, and caressed the white cotton covering my ass. I gave him a huge smile. Then he abruptly pulled my shorts down to my ankles and stepped back to look at me. I kicked the shorts off, and did a slow pirouette on the chair, taking care not to overbalance, so he could get a nice all-round view of me in my underpants. His breathing began to quicken. "Do you like what you see?" I asked.
"You're fucking gorgeous. Don't go away."
He went into the living room an came back with a digital camera. I pirouetted for him again while he snapped of a few pics. I finished the last of the beer and handed him the empty can. "That was enjoyable," I said, ambiguously. "Now I need to pee."
"Don't get down," he said. "Take a pee right there. I want to see you pee in your briefs."
So the rumor was true, he was into watersports. Fine, I like a little pee-play myself. "What about your floor?" I asked.
"Don't worry, it's vinyl tile. It'll mop up, no problem, and I can just wipe the chair down. Go ahead, let it flow."
It's kinda hard to piss when your dick is rock hard, so I just relaxed as much as I could and let it come. It took a while, and I could feel the piss traveling slowly up my urethra on its illicit journey out to soak my briefs. It was a tremendous thrill, particularly knowing that Justin was watching me eagerly. Finally it began to gush out and quickly soaked the front of my Hanes, then started to drip down from the material between my legs.
"Stop," said Justin. "You've soaked that pair, now you need a clean pair, to start over." He pulled off his Jockeys and handed them to me. Of course, the first thing I did, after getting a nice look at his stiff six inch dick, was to give the briefs a good sniff, to his obvious approval. He reached up and pulled my Hanes down to my ankles, and stared with delight at my stiff cock, glistening with fresh piss. "I'm going to give that a good suck in a minute," he said, as I stepped out of my briefs. He picked them up and buried his nose in them, wiping piss all over his face, then he stepped into them and pulled them up his legs, making them all wet, then over his hips. I could see his dick perfectly through the piss soaked cotton. "Now soak those," he commanded, and I, his willing slave, complied, pulling them on and getting the whole front of his jockeys thoroughly wet, and now he could see my dick outlined beneath. As the piss started to overflow down between my legs, he leaned forward and, with upturned face, caught the stream of piss in his mouth. I let his mouth fill, then shut off the flow. He swallowed it all.
"Mmm, that was delicious," he said.
"Not too strong?"
"No, that's why I'm feeding you beer, to dilute it. Drink up and have another."
"I'm going to save the rest of my pee for later," I said, stepping down from the chair and putting my arms around him. "Right now I want to suck your cock." I slid to my knees and manipulated his cock out of the fly of the wet Hanes. Taking it into my mouth I could taste my own piss, not in the least bit unpleasant, and I hoped maybe I'd get a taste of his piss later. Meanwhile, I ran my tongue under his foreskin, delighting in that special dick-taste that is so indescribably wonderful.
I stroked the shaft and licked the head for a short while, until he said, "Let's get in the shower."
In the bathroom, we both stepped into the shower, leaving our underwear on, him, in my Hanes, and me in his Jockey briefs and my white tank. He turned the water on and we both rinsed off. He took the bar of soap and began to soap me, and my underwear, all over, putting his hand down the briefs to soap my cock, balls and ass, putting a nice soapy finger up my hole. Then, with his hands underneath my tank, he soaped my back and my chest, causing my nipples to harden. "Can I do the same for you?" I asked.
"Of course," he said. "Don't you think it's so much sexier to shower with our underwear on?"
"Absolutely," I agreed. "This is how I'm gonna do it from now on."
When we were both nice and clean, smelling of perfumed soap, we rinsed off. He pulled my dick out of the fly of the Jockeys, dropped to his knees and gave it the treatment it had been eagerly awaiting. Getting close to the edge, I stopped him before I inadvertently came, and we stepped out of the shower, and dried each other off with a large, fluffy beach towel. He took my hand and led me to the bedroom, carrying the towel, which he spread over the bed.
"O.K.," he said, "Let's take some more pictures." He picked up the camera and we both stood in front of the mirrored closet doors, while he took a couple of dozen pics of us, our rock-hard dicks showing through the wet briefs, some with our dicks out of the fly, some out of the leg, some with us grasping each other`s cocks. "Now you'll have something to remember me by," he said.
"As if I could ever forget you," I replied.
"I want you to fuck me while I'm wearing your underpants," he said.
"How am I going to do that?" I asked.
He reached for the drawer in the bedside stand and produced a tube of lube and a pair of nail scissors. Lying on his back on the towel, he lifted up his legs to his chest and said, "Cut yourself an entry port." Carefully, not wishing to injure him, I cut a three-inch slit in the single layer of cotton, right where his hole was, and put the scissors on the bedside stand.
"Lie down on your back on the towel," he ordered.
I did as he asked, and pulled my still hard dick out of the fly of my still wet Jockeys. He knelt over my body and, reaching for the lube, gave my dick a generous coating. Then he lifted up and impaled himself on my dick. It slid in with remarkable ease and he rode up and down on his with evident pleasure on his face. I fumbled with the fly of his Hanes and pulled his cock out. His erection had subsided somewhat so it was now only half hard. I gave it a few strokes to try to bring it up to full stiffness, but to no avail. I reached my head as far forward as I could, but I couldn't reach his dick with my lips. "I wish I could suck you," I said. "I want to taste your cum."
"Would you like to taste my piss instead?"
"Oh, yes please," I begged. "Let me have both."
After a few seconds, while he continued to fuck himself on my cock, he shot a stream of piss over my chest and on to my face. Clearly, this was what the towel was for. I opened my mouth and managed to catch a fair amount of piss, even though his stream was waving all over the place because of his bouncing up and down. I swallowed and opened my mouth for more. After I'd swallowed a second mouthful, he ran out of piss, so I took his dick in my hand and stroked it as lovingly as I could u until he was hard again. It didn't take him long to cum. With his eyes closed and his head thrown back, his whole body gave a shudder, his dick swelled up and began to pulse and a nice big squirt of cum shot out, right on target, into my waiting mouth. The next few squirts landed on my face and chest, and I milked the last drops on to my hand, which I brought to my mouth and licked off. His cum tasted beautiful, mild and creamy and very exciting. It was enough to send me over the top, and I came inside him, pumping my pent-up load into his bowels. He fell forward and lay on my chest, his breathing starting to slow. I put my arms around him, and he kissed me, his tongue in my mouth, clearly enjoying the taste of his own cum.
"Can I keep your underpants?" I asked him.
"Of course. And I'm going to keep yours."
"And you can keep my nylon shorts as well," I said. "You'll look sexy in them."
"I can lend you a pair of pants for you to get back to your apartment in," he said.
"Don't bother."
Later, when I left, wearing damp white socks, sneakers, wet Jockeys and a piss and cum stained tank, I walked past the swimming pool where all the gay tenants were hanging out, walking proudly with a stiff dick, with my head up, letting them see me in all my glory, letting them gossip as much as they wanted, letting the rumors fly.