White Briefs

By Tony Williams

Published on Aug 31, 2003

Gay

From my upstairs bedroom window, I could see right into my neighbor's back yard. There was a concrete patio, a pool and a small area of lawn. Several shrubs were growing in large earthenware pots. The whole area was surrounded by a six-foot wooden fence. But the most attractive sight was the owner, a slender guy about my own age, who seemed to spend a lot of time just lying on one of the two chaise-lounges, reading paperbacks, drinking can after can of beer, and I spent an equivalent amount of time spying on him. He always looked so sexy, wearing just a pair of skimpy shorts, with the waistband of his white briefs showing. One time he took a piss in one of the big pots, but he was too far away for me to get a good look at his dick. I was hoping that one day he would pull his shorts and underpants down and skinny-dip in the pool, but so far, no luck.

I had moved into my house a couple of weeks previously, and this morning I figured it was time to get to know this guy a little better. Coming downstairs and out into my own back yard, I gave the fence a close inspection, looking for a gap between the boards or a knot-hole, but it was pretty new, and spy-proof. I pressed on several of the knots, until one of them popped out, and I bent down and put my eye to the hole. I had a perfect view of my neighbor, lying on his lounge, his feet towards me and his legs apart. I could see the white edge of his briefs up the leg of his shorts. I spent an hour or so spying on him, until my back began to ache, and I went indoors and popped the lid on a can of cold beer. I took a long pull, stretched my back and returned to my surveillance. Just as I began looking through the hole, he got up, walked over to one of the potted shrubs, pulled his dick out of the leg of his shorts and started to pee.

My breath began to quicken. I love to watch guys taking a pee. His dick appeared to be quite big, and uncut. He shook the drops of the end, stroking it back and forth, almost as though he were jerking off, then he put it back inside his shorts and lay down again, and popped another can of beer.

I decided some action was called for, finished my own beer and got a step-ladder from my garage. Placing the ladder beside the fence, I climbed up and looked into my neighbor's yard.

"Hi there," I said. "I'm Mike. Just moved in last week."

"Glad to meet you. Welcome to the neighborhood. I'm Al."

"Nice yard you have here."

"Thanks. You wanna come round and join me in a beer?"

Bingo! Just what I'd hoped for. "I'll be there in a flash," I said, climbed down the ladder, ran up to my bedroom and changed into Calvin Klein briefs and tank, and my nylon jogging shorts. I ran downstairs again and walked round to his front door, which he opened just as I arrived.

He held out his hand in welcome. "Good to meet you, Mike. Come on in and help me put a serious dent in a case of cold beer." Close up, I was even more impressed with his appearance. He was blond with blue eyes, perfect teeth and a ready smile, and appeared to be in excellent shape. The exposed waistband of his briefs showed they were Fruit of the Loom. I followed him through the house and out into his back yard. "Grab a beer from the cooler and sit yourself down."

"Thanks," I said, sitting on the second chaise lounge, positioning myself so that I was sitting opposite him, allowing him a view up the legs of my skimpy shorts if he so chose. He sat down and we started to talk about ourselves, our jobs, our divorces, our ambitions, the usual guy stuff. I was able to get an occasional glimpse of his briefs up the leg of his shorts, and I made sure, by crossing and uncrossing my legs and lifting my knees up from time to time, that he had plenty of opportunity to inspect my white underpants. He didn't miss much, especially when I lifted my legs up to take my sneakers off.

After fifteen minutes or so of innocent conversation, and halfway down my second beer I announced that I needed to take a leak. "Don't bother with the bathroom," said Al. "Just do what I do. Pee in one of the shrub pots."

"I know," I said. "Just like you do."

"How do you know?"

"I've watched you from my bedroom window."

He laughed. "So you're a peeping Tom, hey?"

"Just a voyeur."

"So you like to watch guys peeing?" His question was asked with a smile, no hint of disapproval.

"Only if they're good looking," I said, looking right into his eyes.

"I think I'll join you in taking a pee." We stepped over to he nearest shrub-pot and I pulled the leg of my shorts aside and fished my dick out of the fly of my underpants. This gave Al a nice view of the front of my Calvins. He simply pulled his dick out of the leg of his shorts and briefs and we both started to pee, while admiring each other`s dicks. The streams of pee crossed in mid air and scattered, and a few drops landed on his leg.

"Sorry about that," I said.

"No problem. It's not the first time I've been peed on."

I laughed. "Don't tell me you're into golden showers?"

"Sure I am. Aren't you?"

"Now that you mention it, I do fantasize about pee-play, though I haven't had the opportunity since one time in college when I fooled around with another guy."

"What happened? Did you hose one another off?"

"Nothing like that. It was more of a joke than anything. It was in the shower and we just splashed each other a little. It never developed into anything, though I`ve often wished it had." We both finished peeing, shook the drops off and tucked our dicks away. Sitting down again, we finished our beers and opened two more cans, and chatted for a while.

"Well, I must confess I'm something of a piss freak," said Al. "I like to look at pics of guys peeing on each other, on the internet. Sometimes, I even drink my own pee."

"What's it taste like?"

"After drinking as many beers as I've had today, it tastes pretty good." He stood up. "Don't go away." He walked into the house and returned with a couple of beer glasses. Handing one of them to me, he said, "Here, put about two inches of pee in that."

"This may take a while, seeing as we've just peed," I said, pulling my dick out and holding the glass underneath it. We had to wait for half a minute, but eventually I managed to quarter-fill the glass and handed it to Al. He filled it up with beer and took a long pull.

"Aaagh, that's good," he said, smacking his lips. "Wanna taste?" He held the glass out to me. I took it and tried a tentative sip. It didn't taste very different from straight beer. I chugged it all down.

"Not bad," I said. "Could I have a taste of yours?"

"With pleasure," he said, eyeing my half hard dick which was still hanging out of the fly of my underpants. He pulled out his own dick and deposited a couple of inches of pale pee into his glass and handed it to me. I went to pour some beer into it, then hesitated. I brought the glass up to my nose and gave it a sniff. It hardly had any smell at all. I put the glass to my lips and tilted it, taking a small sip, then swirled it around my mouth. It didn't taste bad at all, So I didn't bother adding any beer. The idea that I was actually drinking another guy's pee while he was watching me made my dick go instantly hard. I took a mouthful, swallowed it, then chugged the rest straight down.

"Mmmm," I said. "I could get to like this." I put my dick back in my underpants.

"Have you never drunk you own pee?" he asked.

"Not since I was a teenager."

"Watch this." He lay down on his back and raised his legs high in the air over his head. With his elbows on the lounge and his hands at the back of his waist, he pushed himself up until his cock was poised almost vertically above his face.

"Go for it!" I said, encouragingly and he tried to coax some pee out of his nearly empty bladder. Finally, it began to flow, first splashing his face, then into his open mouth. He only managed a single mouthful before he ran out of pee, then swallowed it.

"Fucking awesome!" I said. He lay back down and tucked his dick back into his shorts.

"Now that we've established that we're both pee drinkers, let's do some serious beer drinking and get our bladders full." We'd been drinking at a fairly leisurely rate, but now we started forcing the pace, chugging as fast as we could. I was beginning to get a good buzz on, and the drunker I get the hornier and less inhibited I become.

"You like the view up my shorts?" I asked.

"I can't take my eyes off. I love to see guys in white briefs. Do you ever pee in your briefs?"

"It's never occurred to me, but I think that from now on, I might just be doing that."

"Do me a favor," he said, adjusting his chaise-lounge so that it lay flat. "Straddle my face and let me get a perfect view up your shorts." I stood up and placed my legs wide, either side of the lounge, directly above his head, facing his feet.

"Fucking perfect, the finest view in the world. You're fucking gorgeous, you know that?"

"You're pretty fucking hot yourself," I said, reaching forward and down so that my fingertips could brush the outline of his stiff cock.

"I could look at this all day," he said.

"But I gotta pee again soon."

"So go ahead. Be my guest. Pee away."

With a stiff dick, it took a while, but eventually I had that delicious feeling as the pee traveled up the length of my cock and started to soak my underpants and shorts. Soon they were saturated and the pee started to drain down from my crotch on to his waiting face. He opened his mouth and let it fill, swallowing while still keeping his mouth open, a difficult feat, as I later discovered. My pee finally stopped flowing and I swung my leg back over and stood beside his prone form. His face and hair were wet and he licked his lips. "That was fucking delicious. Your piss is really sweet. Like the rest of you." He reached up and ran his hand up the back of my thigh, up my shorts and over my buttock, pressing the wet cotton against my skin. I popped another can and handed it to him.

"Drink up," I said. "It's my turn next."

He took a big swig and stood up as I sat down. "How do you wanna do this?" he asked.

"Just stand there." I pulled his shorts down and allowed him to step out of them. In just his Fruit of the Loom briefs he looked absolutely magnificent, so fucking sexy, I could have cum right there and then. I reached up and pulled his hips towards me until my mouth came in contact with his bulge. Nibbling and licking at his cock through the cotton caused a wet spot of precum to begin spreading. I sucked at it, hungrily, causing him to groan with pleasure. My hands were on his butt cheeks while my mouth did all it could to arouse him further.

"Oh, you sexy fucking slut," he murmured, "you really know how to treat a guy."

I love being called a slut. It turns me on and makes me do even sluttier things. I reached inside the fly of his underpants with two fingers and maneuvered his dick out. Close up, it was perfect, with a long foreskin, just like mine. I gently stroked it, pulling the skin back and inhaling the sexy aroma of dick and piss. My tongue swirled around the head as my other hand caressed his but. I took it completely in my mouth and began to masturbate him with my lips. He lovingly stroked the back of my head, then said, "I gotta pee soon."

I took his dick out of my mouth for long enough to say, "What's stopping

you?" then clamped my lips around it again. I stopped stroking it, and just waited with the end in my mouth, for him to pee.

"It's hard to pee through a stiff dick," he said.

"We've got all day. Take your time."

Suddenly my mouth was filled with delicious warm pee, very mild and not at all acidic. I swallowed and let it fill again. It kept coming, and after about five mouthfuls, my stomach felt so full I had to remove his dick. With my hand I directed his stream over my face, my tank top and then down to my already wet shorts. The feeling of his pee running down my body was unbelievably sexy. As his stream slowed to a trickle and a few final spurts, I looked up into his eyes. "I adore your piss," I said. "You've turned me into a pervert."

We rearranged the chaise-lounges so that they were side by side and lay down on the weatherproof (and piss proof) cushions, and began to fondle each other's cocks. "Let's get these shorts off you," said Al. "Sexy as they are, I want to see you in your underpants." He leaned over and pulled them off me, then lay back and rubbed them over his face. Then he swapped ends so that we were lying head to tail, and he pulled my still stiff, piss soaked dick out of the fly of my Calvins. "I'm so glad you wear white briefs," he said. "You' ve no idea how sexy you look."

"If I look anything like you, then I'm fucking gorgeous. I'm glad you like white briefs."

We started to suck each other off. "Don't use your hand," I said, "Just your lips. I don't wanna cum too soon."

"Neither do I," he replied. "I wanna drink lots of your pee before I drink your cum."

For about an hour or so, we sucked each other's dicks, letting go frequent squirts of piss, stopping only to drink more beer. Our piss became more and more dilute, so that as time went by, it hardly tasted of piss at all, just a warm sexy fluid. I was totally captivated by the idea of piss-drinking, utterly turned on, coming close to the edge of orgasm and backing off. I couldn't get enough of Al's piss and it seemed he couldn't get enough of mine.

Around noon, we came up for air, burping a mixture of beer fumes and piss. Our briefs had started to dry out so Al asked me to stand up and face him.

Dropping to his knees, he took my dick in his mouth and let it fill with my pee. Then he stood up, put his arms around me and kissed my gently on the lips. I felt his tongue probing and I opened my mouth, to receive a generous gulp of my own piss. I swallowed it and thrust my tongue into his mouth, grinding my hips against his. For a while, we stood there, furiously kissing, trying not to cum, then we broke free.

"That's a lovely way to drink pee," I said.

"Do you have any left?"

"About half a bladder-full, I think."

He pushed his dick up the leg of my briefs and pushed mine up the leg of his. "On the count of three," he said, and we both let go, soaking each other's underpants afresh. The smell and taste of pee were making me dizzy and I knew I was about to climax.

"I'm gonna cum," I gasped, and he dropped abruptly to this knees and took my dick in his mouth. I relaxed my bladder and felt a rush down the length of my dick, whether it was piss or cum, I didn't know. My cock was pulsing and I had the most intense orgasm I'd ever had in my life. I shot squirt after squirt into his eager mouth for what seemed like minutes, until the wave of passion subsided. I was gasping for breath, my heart was racing and my knees felt weak. Al had swallowed every drop and was now licking me clean.

He surfaced for long enough to say, "I'll take any pee you have left," but I was dry.

I was intensely happy. I had found a new exciting sexual outlet and a new partner to share my underwear obsession with. We jumped into the swimming pool, which instantly cleaned us off, then got out and peeled our underwear off. His naked body was irresistible, especially his big swinging cock and balls. I began to get horny again.

"Let's go inside," I said, "I wanna browse through your underwear drawer."

He laughed. "Sure, then we'll go look through yours."

We toweled off in his bedroom, and I tried on all his underpants, modeling for him, as he lay on the bed admiring me, stroking his dick. He was so clearly right on the edge that finally I had to put him out of his misery and took his dick in my mouth and sucked him until he came. If I thought his piss was delicious, it was nothing compared to his cum. It was absolute heaven and I swallowed every drop, and was able to wash it down with a few gulps of pee.

We lay side by side on the bed, me dressed in a pair of his Fruit of the Looms. I was blissfully happy. After a few minutes, I drifted off to sleep.

When I awoke, he was gone, so I went downstairs. He was in the kitchen, pulling another case of beer out of the fridge. He popped a can and handed it to me. "Drink up," he said. "I need a piss enema."

The End

Next: Chapter 16: White Briefs at the Mall


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