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pitypitybangbang
January 27th, 2012, 04:25 PM
Ever since forever, I have been enamored by the sight, feel, smell, & the mystique of mens' underwear, especially fly front, & specifically WHITE BVD style. I'm picky though. The fly has to be the right size (at least big enough for my hand), and the openning panel (the 2 vertical lines on either side of the fly) has to be seperated just so. If they are too close together, they make your package look too small, & it just looks silly. I wear briefs all day, & love to smell them while I wear another ripped pair to masterbate in. Whenever I'm lucky enough to share my bed, I like to make the other guy keep his briefs on so I can rip them apart to get at his meat. He usually leaves them behind, and I keep them to wear as jerk-of gear. Anyone else into this?*|*

bike10
January 27th, 2012, 04:51 PM
I have jockstrap fetish for jacking.

Superboy69
January 27th, 2012, 07:09 PM
I share your fetish for briefs, man. Love tight white briefs with a big bulge. *|* *|**|* A few pics for you:

caleconblanc
January 28th, 2012, 09:07 AM
Ever since forever, I have been enamored by the sight, feel, smell, & the mystique of mens' underwear, especially fly front, & specifically WHITE BVD style. I'm picky though. The fly has to be the right size (at least big enough for my hand), and the openning panel (the 2 vertical lines on either side of the fly) has to be seperated just so. If they are too close together, they make your package look too small, & it just looks silly. I wear briefs all day, & love to smell them while I wear another ripped pair to masterbate in. Whenever I'm lucky enough to share my bed, I like to make the other guy keep his briefs on so I can rip them apart to get at his meat. He usually leaves them behind, and I keep them to wear as jerk-of gear. Anyone else into this?*|*

I too am into this. I do everything that you do. I think about nice white BVDs all the time.

cumguzzler
January 28th, 2012, 01:33 PM
ive had guys shove their underwear in my mouth while fucking me. so i guess its a sex object then.

i was once with a guy who said, after he'd done me, he liked to keep a reminder of his conquests and asked if he could take a photo or have my underwear in return for some cash. i let him take both and since then ive left my underwear behind at several guys places.

chewchilla
January 28th, 2012, 02:57 PM
Sperm is shooting into my briefs and soaking into my Levis as
I think about what happened yesterday.
I had the day off, and my roommate had just left for work, so
I had the house to myself. I had all day to do as I pleased. So
I immediately lit up a joint, went into the closet and got out
two boxes. One was filled with jeans, the other with briefs and
jocks. These jeans were everything from street wear to things
I'd be arrested in if I wore them on the street. Some were new,
the rest were in different stages of wear and fade. The other
box was full of cotton briefs and jocks in different styles. The
briefs were mostly white cotton, low-rise Speedo style, mainly
Calvin Klein and Fruit of the Loom. The jocks were various
models of BIKE, US JOCK and BODY TECH.
In my closet were normal-wear clothes, which I kept washed and
presentable. Then there were the two boxes, full of gear
dedicated to one purpose: the manufacture of sperm.
"Mmmm . . . " My mouth watered as I fingered the contents of
the two boxes. From the briefs box, I plucked a BODY TECH brief-
jock. It had a wide jockstrap waistband and a jockey-short
cotton pouch and full seat. I love brief-jocks - they cup my
cock and balls like a jock, but use the jockey-short fabric that
I love to do things in. I brought it to my face and smelled the
pouch. It was one of my cum-jocks and had at least four loads in
it. The smell that hit my nose was enough to make my dick stir
in the briefs I had on. I took then off and replaced them with
the brief-jock. It would be my "depository".
In the other box were Levis I'd been working on to get just
the way I like them. I knew when a pair had reached perfection:
I couldn't wear them without cumming in them - like the ones I
have on as I'm writing this. Yet I also loved wearing the new
ones, because the more I wore them, the sexier they felt on me.
Old or new, denim turns me on. I took out a pair of tight, faded
717s. I like the zipper kind because the fly doesn't pucker like
the button-fly 501s. (Don't get me wrong - I love 501s). I go
for 717 student cuts, 502s, 503s, and 603s and 613s - real hot
ones that you can only get in Europe, Australia or New Zealand.
All are Red-Tags.
I skinned the 717s over my thighs (student cut Levis have
narrower thighs and hips to fit teenagers) and over the cock-and-
ball-filled bulge that my jock pouch made up front. I put on a
white cotton T-shirt, tucked it in and stepped in front of the
mirror. My eyes settled on my denim-covered crotch. These jeans
were being worked on especially to be sex jeans and were faded a
little extra over my cock and balls from the hand jobs I'd given
them and from grinding against other guys' bulges. I'd say they
were about half-way there. It takes years for work - handwork,
mouth-work, crotch work - to produce the perfect sex jeans. But
it's also a big a turn-on to see the transformation slowly taking
place.
The joint was having its effect, and as my eyes settled on my
blue denim midsection, faded over my genital area, my cock
twitched, and a drop of jism oozed into my pouch. I was glad I
had thought to wear that cum-loaded brief-jock.
Suddenly, I wanted to let loose with my sexual desires. I
carried both boxes over to my king-size bed and dumped the
contents on it. I almost couldn't see the bed anymore, for it
was covered with a pile of jeans, jocks and jockeys.
I dived onto the bed and began wallowing in the gear, grabbing
handfuls of cotton and denim and rubbing myself all over,
literally trying to bury myself in them. Finally, I just lay
there, serenely taking it all in.
I started trying to think of something fun to do until my
buddy got home from work. I had an idea! I would set up the
video camera and do a "documentary" of jeans/briefs/jock sex,
with myself as narrator and star. I love to make videos -
sometimes alone, sometimes in a duo - then edit it and jack off
to it later.
I set up the camera and pointed it at the bed so I'd be in the
middle of a sea of denim and white cotton. Then I thought for a
minute about what I'd do and decided, why not do what I usually
do? So I went to the closet again and brought out a stack of
typewritten stories that a friend had sent me. When I'm home
alone and want to get off, I like to get off on hot porn.
I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself in the frame. A
monitor was showing me what the camera was picking up. I pressed
the remote and the tape started.
I looked into the camera and slowly started running my hands
over my Levis and T-shirt. Then I announced the purpose of the
video - to show how underwear and denim turn me on. Then I took
one of the stories, flipped some pages and began reading at
random. This is the first thing I read to the camera. It was
about two 16 year old boys:

As Jason watched, Tod bent over, leaning against the wall
for support. His face was crunched up as he fought with all
his might to keep from letting go. His teen cum would not be
stopped. At first, it began flowing into his underpants, a
steady stream. Jason could see the dark wet spot forming just to
the left of the frayed fly of Tod's faded jeans. Then Tod
lurched and cried out as powerful contractions sent heavy spurts
of wet semen into his shorts and Levis. He was standing in front
of his best buddy, uncontrollably cumming inside his pants.
When Tod left the room, Jason eyed the crumpled Levis on
the floor. He glanced out the bedroom door, then went over and
picked them up. They were still warm, except the large wet area,
which was now cold to the touch. He put the wet Levis to his
mouth, inhaling the scent of Tod's fresh cum, feeling the cold
wetness against his lips. He didn't really know why he was doing
this, but it was very exciting. He felt his cock swelling . . .

As I read about boys squirting in their jeans, I began to
squirm and became much more aware of the hot items I was buried
in. The combination of the hot story and my tight, clinging 717s
and the sight of the huge denim bulge, my dick and nuts were
pushing out was making me hot. Then I had and idea. I put the
camera on pause and went to work.
After a few minutes, I started the tape and looked at the
monitor. There I was in a loose pair of 505s. I explained that
I wore these out on the street and that though they felt good to
wear, the feel wasn't so intense as to distract me. Then I
cupped the crotch and enjoyed the feel and the look of them on
the screen. Then I pulled down the zipper and spread the flaps
to expose another pair of jeans.
"But when I want to go out at night and want to get off from
the feel as I watch other guys, I wear these."
I pushed down my outer jeans until I could work them off with
my feet. Now I was clad in a pair of 506 Levis, a bit more faded
than the others, and one size smaller, and thus a bit more hot
looking. The lighter fade meant lighter, more supple denim
against my skin, so that as I walked, I'd feel my jeans sliding
over my thighs and cock, as my briefs cupped my balls. By the
time I got home, I'd be ready to explode.
Now I wanted to show what I did when I got home, and began to
read further into the story:

The tempo of their crotch rubbing increased. They were
drenching their jockey shorts with pre-cum. Tod could feel the
wetness soaking through the soft denim of Jason's Levis. Jason
pulled away. Eyes tightly shut, he clutched Tod to him and began
murmuring, "No . . . Tod. Stop . . . I can't hold it!" The sound
of Tod's moaning had brought him to the edge. " . . .Oooooh . . .
yeah, make me do it . . . make me cum in my pants!"
Both boys were over the edge. The first spurts of hot semen
sloshed into their shorts at the same moment. Clutching each
other tightly, the two teenagers frantically rubbed each other's
crotches as wad after wad of milky white liquid soaked their
Levis. Wet, shiny stains spread quickly over the ends of their
cock bulges. Tod's orgasm lasted a little longer than Jason's,
and Jason considerately milked his buddy's boner until he
finished shooting in his jeans.
Finally it was over. The boys were sweaty and exhausted.
Their 501 jeans were drenched with the results of their huge
orgasms.
My hand was rubbing the lump in my Levis. The thin material
allowed my fingers to make out the details of my crotch. My dick
was becoming turgid from the stroking. As I read on, I opened my
fly, stuck my hand inside my pants and began to massage my jock
pouch.
I faced the camera again and said, "Reading this stuff always
makes me hot to do something nasty."
I took a hit from a bottle of amyl nitrite. The rush caused my
face to flush and my passions to run wild. I began writhing on
the bed as my hand worked over my jock.
As I pushed my Levis farther down, it became obvious that the
jock-brief wasn't the end of the story. For I was wearing it
over yet another pair of fuck jeans. I looked at the screen.
There was this slim, good looking guy, squirming on a bed dressed
in a tight pair of jeans with a white jock pulled over his
crotch.
The jock cotton followed every bulge in the Levis underneath
them. It was as if I had on a pair of jeans that I used as
briefs. There's a lewdness about wearing underpants over jeans
that invites someone to walk up, stick his hand in the underpants
and start jacking off the jeans.
I looked into the camera while I took another hit of popper.
I began to groan as I grabbed my jock with one hand and ran the
other over my denim-clad thighs. I watched myself in the monitor
as my hips began to move beneath my hands. As the popper rush
peaked, I stuck my hand in my brief-jock and started masturbating
myself through the inner Levis - the 717s I'd had on in the
beginning. My hand was feeling warm cock and balls as I watched
it move inside the front of my brief-jock.
"I love this," I said in a choking voice, "I want to show you
what these Levis and briefs make me want to do." A smile came
over me as I thought about what I wanted to do. "Yeah! I wanna
taste cock. I wanna smell cock. I wanna eat cock, I wanna drink
sperm. Yeah, that's what I want - I want SPERM!" All this time
my eyes stayed glued on my hand moving inside my jock, causing a
stream of pre-cum to begin oozing into my pouch.
I was gasping now, a picture of uncontrolled lust. As I
jacked off with one hand, I grabbed the waistband of the brief-
jock with the other and started pulling it down my leg. I raised
my butt and was treated to a snapshot of a jock stretched between
my legs by legs encased in tight blue denim that obscenely
exhibited my cock and balls where they had obviously been jacked
off. Before long, they would be one of those "perfect" jeans I
was striving for.
I looked up from my crotch to the monitor screen and let out a
moan. I could see a very obvious, very wet spot right under
where my cockhead was pushing against the tight fabric. I
couldn't see it directly because the pre-cum ooze had been
running down the other side of my engorged, 8-inch cockhead tube.
"Yeah . . . Yeah!" I was panting, "This is what I want to do
now." I picked up another story while my free hand squeezed my
cock stem and pressed my balls, trying to make juice squirt
through my jeans. I took another hit of amyl and began to read
about two more 15 year olds:

Rick slowly dropped to his knees. Chuck's hard cock
bulged into his face. He pulled Chuck's ass to him, forcing the
brief-covered cock firmly against his face. He licked at it,
sucked at it through the wet cotton. His tongue tip ran the
length of his cock, from his balls to the pre-cum soaked spot
near the waistband.
"Oh, Rick! Yeah! That feels so good. I love it through my
briefs. I jack off in them all the time, and now I have your
mouth there. Damn! This is great!! Jack me through 'em too.
Eat my dick, Rick!"

Rick continued to take Chuck's prick between his lips and
squeeze as he moved his head up and down, jacking the teen prick
in the wet cotton. Chuck bucked and jerked as he felt Rick's
hand pushing against his brief-covered ass and the other hand
tickling his balls.
"Make me cum in my briefs, Rick. Really get them soaked with
spit. Let me cum now . . . Please . . . "
Rock felt the swollen prick jerk under the skin-tight
briefs. He moved his mouth so that the cotton-covered prick head
was in his mouth. He sucked hard. He heard Chuck let out a loud
gasp and then Rick's mouth was filled with volley after volley of
hot teen cum strained through tight white cotton briefs.
I was wildly bucking my hips up and down as I worked the lump
in my jeans. Sperm had been spurting through my own underpants
as I milked my balls and squeezed my cock stem. The wet spot in
my jeans was now a large patch. My cock sloshed around in my
slimy briefs just like those of the boys in the stories.
"Oh, yeah, oh yeah! Gotta taste sperm," I pleaded. The smell
of sex floated out of my crotch. I reached for the brief-jock
I'd just taken off. I put the pouch over my fist and looked at
all the stains that marked at least four loads and hours of
leaking pre-cum. I was always sure to shake my cock well when I
peed because I didn't want piss smell - just sperm and sweat.

I raised the jock pouch to my face and took a deep sniff. I
groaned at the strong cummy aroma and resumed jacking the faded
denim over my engorged dick. The smell was pure sex. Not really
dirty, because I don't connect sperm with dirty -maybe nasty, but
not dirty. And this nasty smell was driving me crazy.
"Mmmmmm . . . mmmmmm . . . mmmmmm . . . I'm smelling boy cum
in this jock," I gasped. "I wanna taste it too!" I
rubbed the cum-encrusted pouch all over my face, opening my mouth
to let my tongue lick it. As the cotton got damp, the dried cum
began to grow slimy again. And the wetness was making the
already strong sex smell even stronger.
I moved the jock from my face to my crotch and started rubbing
it all over my jeans. I wanted to make them smell just like the
jock by letting them soak up the juice from the pouch.
As I masturbated my jock I continued reading aloud about Rick
and Chuck, the two teenage boys who discovered they both wanted
underwear sex with other boys.

After Chuck spurted his huge load through his briefs and into
Rick's mouth, he reached out and pulled Rick down onto the
sleeping bag. Rolling Rick on top of him, he opened his mouth
and kissed Rick's mouth. He slipped his tongue into Rick's mouth
and tasted his own jism still fresh on Rick's tongue.

I took a whiff of brief-jock as I read on. The feel of my
cock through these obscene Levis, whose only purpose was sex, and
the feel of my hand on my throbbing organ combined with the smell
of the nasty cotton pouch in my mouth and face caused a tingling
sensation to rise from my groin. I knew that I was getting close
to shooting.

Later in the afternoon as Rick lay on his back on top of
his sleeping bag, Chuck's hands were playing with the cock bulge
in Rick's jockeys.
After rubbing and jerking the cotton-imprisoned cock, Chuck
opened his young mouth, extended his tongue past his lips and
placed his head against the object of his desire. He let his
tongue tip twirl in the pool of pre-cum juice that had oozed from
Rick's prick tip and soaked through his briefs. Chuck's right
hand kneaded Rick's balls through the pouch of his soggy briefs.
Rick began to squirm under him. But Chuck kept servicing the
cotton-covered cock and balls. Chuck loved the way the tight
briefs fit Rick. He wished Rick could always wear briefs and
nothing else in his presence. He squeezed and nursed on the
shaft for fifteen minutes until Rick was panting loudly and
thrashing about beneath him.

I too was panting and squirming on the bed as I read about
two freckle-faced teenaged boys who each wanted to eat the other's
underpants and had just revealed to each other that they were
queer for briefs and went wild making their masturbation
fantasies real. I was sure this scene has occurred in real life.
Somewhere, maybe at that very moment, two boys were eating dicks
with their briefs on because they want to bury their faces in
soft white cotton, cocks hard from the smell, hands stroking
shafts and fingering pouches, with mouths covering cock heads to
lick the pre-cum oozing out of piss-slits and to slurp up the
jism blasting out of cock heads through the thin fabric as they
bring each other to orgasm. I thought of my own sexual
awakening, my eyes glued on every jeans- or brief-clad crotch in
school.
"I'm queer for underwear . . . I want to smell cum-soaked
Levis while I jack off in my briefs!" I snarled into the camera.
I was like an animal.

Chuck's fingers slipped through the fly in Rick's briefs. He
felt the naked skin of Rick's rod. He began to jack it wildly.
Suddenly, Rick's cockhead sprang from under the waistband. The
purple mushroom head was soaked with slick, sticky pre-fuck
juice. It oozed freely from the shaft. Chuck's tongue scooped
it up as fast as Rick leaked it. Twirling his tongue all over
the naked shaft and the elastic waistband of the tight briefs,
Chuck was determined to make his buddy shoot into his mouth.
"Mmmmmph . . . nnnngth . . . mmmmm, this boy wants to eat
his pal's sperm!" I told the camera. My tight, thin jeans
were like a second skin. They converted every touch, every
caress of my hands to electricity. My denim-encased balls
were pushed out by my scissoring legs. It was such an obscene
sight! I knew it would be impossible for me to replay this tape
for more than a few minutes before it made me shoot my load.
"Straddle my chest!" Chuck yelled at Rick. As he was about
to comply, Rick glanced at Chuck's briefs, soaking up the remains
of his orgasm. Ever since he had known Chuck, he had used this
kid in his tight, snow-white, hip riding briefs as a jack-off
image. Now, the image was reality. Quickly, before Chuck had a
chance to say anything, Rick yanked down his friend's shorts,
leaving Chuck's cock to twitch freely. He then straddled Chuck's
chest, his cock bulge directly in Chuck's face.
Chuck licked at the cotton-covered balls and up to the
naked cockhead. Rick leaned forward and balanced himself on
his elbows and knees and rubbed his prick all over Chuck's
handsome, sexy face.
As Chuck mouthed Rick's prick, Rick brought Chuck's soggy
underpants to his face and pressed them over his nose and mouth.
Rick's nose happened to find the double-layer cotton material
that encased Chuck's balls.
Chuck was watching Rick inhale the briefs he had just shot
off in. He lowered his eyes in time to see Rick's cock suddenly
stiffen. Underneath the damp, almost transparent cotton, thick,
milky liquid had squirted through Rick's briefs where they were
stretched by his swollen cockhead. Chuck heard Rick inhale, then
moan with pleasure. It seemed that whenever Rick sniffed Chuck's
briefs, his prick would jerk, and another drop of precum would
soak through the his cotton-covered piss-slit and feed the steady
stream that flowed down his shaft and soaked his ball-pouch. The
sight of his buddy's balls covered with sperm-soaked cotton was
irresistible for Chuck. He licked, then began to suck the fluid
from the fabric, Chuck's cock was completely hard from watching
Rick's dick shoot pre-cum each time he sniffed Chuck's briefs,
and from the sperm he sucked out of Rick's pouch. For his part,
Rick was not only getting off smelling and tasting Chuck's
cum-shorts, but feeling Chuck's mouth as it hungrily worked
over his jockey pouch.

"That's what I gotta do!" I cried. Reading the story aloud had
put me in the picture. Everything the two boys were feeling, I
was feeling, every desire was my desire. I took a deep hit of
the amyl, then grabbed the brief-jock and slipped it over my head
so that the cum-soaked pouch that my mouth had made slimy was
over my nose and mouth. I pulled the fabric from behind my head,
tightening the pouch across my face. I could see through the leg
holes and looked at the monitor.
Here was this guy, dressed in tight faded jeans with a huge
bulge between his legs, a fat denim tube growing out of it and
stretching across his crotch. He could see stomach muscles
clenching underneath a thin white T-shirt. Over his head was a
pair of briefs with a wide, jock strap-style waistband. Over his
face was a large jock pouch made of white underwear cotton, damp
and stained. The guy was jacking off the bulge in his tight,
thin faded Levis as he sniffed the jock pouch and tried to suck
it into his mouth.
My head was inside a cum-coated jock! I was now out of
control. The grass was a strong aphrodisiac and made every
square inch of my body sensuous. I breathed in the pungent aroma
of the jock pouch and savored its sperm taste. I imagined my
head was inside Chuck's briefs. I took another big hit of amyl
and resumed reading.

Chuck's jockeys were now over Rick's head. He breathed
in the aroma of underpants, while his tongue licked the teenage
spunk that coated the inside of the soft, white cotton fabric.
The combination of sperm smell and sperm taste caused Rick's
balls to contract. He felt an electric current flow from where
Chuck was licking his balls though his cotton pouch. Another
sniff of Chuck's briefs and lick of Chuck's tongue did it. Cum
began to blast its way up his swollen penis.
"Here it comes, Chuck . . . I'm squirtin' . . . I'm
cumming on your face, Chuck!"

As I read, the tingling that started in my cock stem spread
into my balls. I knew a huge glob of cum was about to explode
out of my dick head.
"I wanna drink sperm!" I yelled into the camera. "I wanna
stick my head inside Ricky's underpants and swallow his cock! I
want to BE Ricky's underpants!!! My cock is spurting juice into
my shorts. I want to see my blue jeans to get soaked!
I was panting as I read the porn:

Chuck reached to capture Rick's prick head so he could drink
in all of his buddy's juice, but the cock shot out the first
stream of hot white cream all over his cheeks, forehead, nose and
lips. But Chuck got to it in time to catch the next wave of
jism and the next wave. He felt the hot liquid from Rick's cock
hit the back of his throat. As he closed his mouth to swallow
it, another shot of cum hit his lips. He opened his mouth and
stuck out his tongue to catch the next spurt, while I milked his
buddy's jockey-encased balls with his hand. Meanwhile, the other
hand had made its way to his crotch and was massaging the semi-
hard bulge in his newly cum-drenched briefs.
Oh GOD, I'm having an orgasm reading this . . . mmmmm . . . . . .
the smell of this brief-jock is making my balls churn out cum.
Wow! I want to watch this teenager open his mouth and catch his
friend's sperm while his friend gets off from eating his load
from the inside of his underpants!

bulge
January 29th, 2012, 08:48 AM
Ultimate sex object. Wanna be your briefs.

pitypitybangbang
January 29th, 2012, 09:16 AM
Sperm is shooting into my briefs and soaking into my Levis as
I think about what happened yesterday.
I had the day off, and my roommate had just left for work, so
I had the house to myself. I had all day to do as I pleased. So
I immediately lit up a joint, went into the closet and got out
two boxes. One was filled with jeans, the other with briefs and
jocks. These jeans were everything from street wear to things
I'd be arrested in if I wore them on the street. Some were new,
the rest were in different stages of wear and fade. The other
box was full of cotton briefs and jocks in different styles. The
briefs were mostly white cotton, low-rise Speedo style, mainly
Calvin Klein and Fruit of the Loom. The jocks were various
models of BIKE, US JOCK and BODY TECH.
In my closet were normal-wear clothes, which I kept washed and
presentable. Then there were the two boxes, full of gear
dedicated to one purpose: the manufacture of sperm.
"Mmmm . . . " My mouth watered as I fingered the contents of
the two boxes. From the briefs box, I plucked a BODY TECH brief-
jock. It had a wide jockstrap waistband and a jockey-short
cotton pouch and full seat. I love brief-jocks - they cup my
cock and balls like a jock, but use the jockey-short fabric that
I love to do things in. I brought it to my face and smelled the
pouch. It was one of my cum-jocks and had at least four loads in
it. The smell that hit my nose was enough to make my dick stir
in the briefs I had on. I took then off and replaced them with
the brief-jock. It would be my "depository".
In the other box were Levis I'd been working on to get just
the way I like them. I knew when a pair had reached perfection:
I couldn't wear them without cumming in them - like the ones I
have on as I'm writing this. Yet I also loved wearing the new
ones, because the more I wore them, the sexier they felt on me.
Old or new, denim turns me on. I took out a pair of tight, faded
717s. I like the zipper kind because the fly doesn't pucker like
the button-fly 501s. (Don't get me wrong - I love 501s). I go
for 717 student cuts, 502s, 503s, and 603s and 613s - real hot
ones that you can only get in Europe, Australia or New Zealand.
All are Red-Tags.
I skinned the 717s over my thighs (student cut Levis have
narrower thighs and hips to fit teenagers) and over the cock-and-
ball-filled bulge that my jock pouch made up front. I put on a
white cotton T-shirt, tucked it in and stepped in front of the
mirror. My eyes settled on my denim-covered crotch. These jeans
were being worked on especially to be sex jeans and were faded a
little extra over my cock and balls from the hand jobs I'd given
them and from grinding against other guys' bulges. I'd say they
were about half-way there. It takes years for work - handwork,
mouth-work, crotch work - to produce the perfect sex jeans. But
it's also a big a turn-on to see the transformation slowly taking
place.
The joint was having its effect, and as my eyes settled on my
blue denim midsection, faded over my genital area, my cock
twitched, and a drop of jism oozed into my pouch. I was glad I
had thought to wear that cum-loaded brief-jock.
Suddenly, I wanted to let loose with my sexual desires. I
carried both boxes over to my king-size bed and dumped the
contents on it. I almost couldn't see the bed anymore, for it
was covered with a pile of jeans, jocks and jockeys.
I dived onto the bed and began wallowing in the gear, grabbing
handfuls of cotton and denim and rubbing myself all over,
literally trying to bury myself in them. Finally, I just lay
there, serenely taking it all in.
I started trying to think of something fun to do until my
buddy got home from work. I had an idea! I would set up the
video camera and do a "documentary" of jeans/briefs/jock sex,
with myself as narrator and star. I love to make videos -
sometimes alone, sometimes in a duo - then edit it and jack off
to it later.
I set up the camera and pointed it at the bed so I'd be in the
middle of a sea of denim and white cotton. Then I thought for a
minute about what I'd do and decided, why not do what I usually
do? So I went to the closet again and brought out a stack of
typewritten stories that a friend had sent me. When I'm home
alone and want to get off, I like to get off on hot porn.
I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself in the frame. A
monitor was showing me what the camera was picking up. I pressed
the remote and the tape started.
I looked into the camera and slowly started running my hands
over my Levis and T-shirt. Then I announced the purpose of the
video - to show how underwear and denim turn me on. Then I took
one of the stories, flipped some pages and began reading at
random. This is the first thing I read to the camera. It was
about two 16 year old boys:

As Jason watched, Tod bent over, leaning against the wall
for support. His face was crunched up as he fought with all
his might to keep from letting go. His teen cum would not be
stopped. At first, it began flowing into his underpants, a
steady stream. Jason could see the dark wet spot forming just to
the left of the frayed fly of Tod's faded jeans. Then Tod
lurched and cried out as powerful contractions sent heavy spurts
of wet semen into his shorts and Levis. He was standing in front
of his best buddy, uncontrollably cumming inside his pants.
When Tod left the room, Jason eyed the crumpled Levis on
the floor. He glanced out the bedroom door, then went over and
picked them up. They were still warm, except the large wet area,
which was now cold to the touch. He put the wet Levis to his
mouth, inhaling the scent of Tod's fresh cum, feeling the cold
wetness against his lips. He didn't really know why he was doing
this, but it was very exciting. He felt his cock swelling . . .

As I read about boys squirting in their jeans, I began to
squirm and became much more aware of the hot items I was buried
in. The combination of the hot story and my tight, clinging 717s
and the sight of the huge denim bulge, my dick and nuts were
pushing out was making me hot. Then I had and idea. I put the
camera on pause and went to work.
After a few minutes, I started the tape and looked at the
monitor. There I was in a loose pair of 505s. I explained that
I wore these out on the street and that though they felt good to
wear, the feel wasn't so intense as to distract me. Then I
cupped the crotch and enjoyed the feel and the look of them on
the screen. Then I pulled down the zipper and spread the flaps
to expose another pair of jeans.
"But when I want to go out at night and want to get off from
the feel as I watch other guys, I wear these."
I pushed down my outer jeans until I could work them off with
my feet. Now I was clad in a pair of 506 Levis, a bit more faded
than the others, and one size smaller, and thus a bit more hot
looking. The lighter fade meant lighter, more supple denim
against my skin, so that as I walked, I'd feel my jeans sliding
over my thighs and cock, as my briefs cupped my balls. By the
time I got home, I'd be ready to explode.
Now I wanted to show what I did when I got home, and began to
read further into the story:

The tempo of their crotch rubbing increased. They were
drenching their jockey shorts with pre-cum. Tod could feel the
wetness soaking through the soft denim of Jason's Levis. Jason
pulled away. Eyes tightly shut, he clutched Tod to him and began
murmuring, "No . . . Tod. Stop . . . I can't hold it!" The sound
of Tod's moaning had brought him to the edge. " . . .Oooooh . . .
yeah, make me do it . . . make me cum in my pants!"
Both boys were over the edge. The first spurts of hot semen
sloshed into their shorts at the same moment. Clutching each
other tightly, the two teenagers frantically rubbed each other's
crotches as wad after wad of milky white liquid soaked their
Levis. Wet, shiny stains spread quickly over the ends of their
cock bulges. Tod's orgasm lasted a little longer than Jason's,
and Jason considerately milked his buddy's boner until he
finished shooting in his jeans.
Finally it was over. The boys were sweaty and exhausted.
Their 501 jeans were drenched with the results of their huge
orgasms.
My hand was rubbing the lump in my Levis. The thin material
allowed my fingers to make out the details of my crotch. My dick
was becoming turgid from the stroking. As I read on, I opened my
fly, stuck my hand inside my pants and began to massage my jock
pouch.
I faced the camera again and said, "Reading this stuff always
makes me hot to do something nasty."
I took a hit from a bottle of amyl nitrite. The rush caused my
face to flush and my passions to run wild. I began writhing on
the bed as my hand worked over my jock.
As I pushed my Levis farther down, it became obvious that the
jock-brief wasn't the end of the story. For I was wearing it
over yet another pair of fuck jeans. I looked at the screen.
There was this slim, good looking guy, squirming on a bed dressed
in a tight pair of jeans with a white jock pulled over his
crotch.
The jock cotton followed every bulge in the Levis underneath
them. It was as if I had on a pair of jeans that I used as
briefs. There's a lewdness about wearing underpants over jeans
that invites someone to walk up, stick his hand in the underpants
and start jacking off the jeans.
I looked into the camera while I took another hit of popper.
I began to groan as I grabbed my jock with one hand and ran the
other over my denim-clad thighs. I watched myself in the monitor
as my hips began to move beneath my hands. As the popper rush
peaked, I stuck my hand in my brief-jock and started masturbating
myself through the inner Levis - the 717s I'd had on in the
beginning. My hand was feeling warm cock and balls as I watched
it move inside the front of my brief-jock.
"I love this," I said in a choking voice, "I want to show you
what these Levis and briefs make me want to do." A smile came
over me as I thought about what I wanted to do. "Yeah! I wanna
taste cock. I wanna smell cock. I wanna eat cock, I wanna drink
sperm. Yeah, that's what I want - I want SPERM!" All this time
my eyes stayed glued on my hand moving inside my jock, causing a
stream of pre-cum to begin oozing into my pouch.
I was gasping now, a picture of uncontrolled lust. As I
jacked off with one hand, I grabbed the waistband of the brief-
jock with the other and started pulling it down my leg. I raised
my butt and was treated to a snapshot of a jock stretched between
my legs by legs encased in tight blue denim that obscenely
exhibited my cock and balls where they had obviously been jacked
off. Before long, they would be one of those "perfect" jeans I
was striving for.
I looked up from my crotch to the monitor screen and let out a
moan. I could see a very obvious, very wet spot right under
where my cockhead was pushing against the tight fabric. I
couldn't see it directly because the pre-cum ooze had been
running down the other side of my engorged, 8-inch cockhead tube.
"Yeah . . . Yeah!" I was panting, "This is what I want to do
now." I picked up another story while my free hand squeezed my
cock stem and pressed my balls, trying to make juice squirt
through my jeans. I took another hit of amyl and began to read
about two more 15 year olds:

Rick slowly dropped to his knees. Chuck's hard cock
bulged into his face. He pulled Chuck's ass to him, forcing the
brief-covered cock firmly against his face. He licked at it,
sucked at it through the wet cotton. His tongue tip ran the
length of his cock, from his balls to the pre-cum soaked spot
near the waistband.
"Oh, Rick! Yeah! That feels so good. I love it through my
briefs. I jack off in them all the time, and now I have your
mouth there. Damn! This is great!! Jack me through 'em too.
Eat my dick, Rick!"

Rick continued to take Chuck's prick between his lips and
squeeze as he moved his head up and down, jacking the teen prick
in the wet cotton. Chuck bucked and jerked as he felt Rick's
hand pushing against his brief-covered ass and the other hand
tickling his balls.
"Make me cum in my briefs, Rick. Really get them soaked with
spit. Let me cum now . . . Please . . . "
Rock felt the swollen prick jerk under the skin-tight
briefs. He moved his mouth so that the cotton-covered prick head
was in his mouth. He sucked hard. He heard Chuck let out a loud
gasp and then Rick's mouth was filled with volley after volley of
hot teen cum strained through tight white cotton briefs.
I was wildly bucking my hips up and down as I worked the lump
in my jeans. Sperm had been spurting through my own underpants
as I milked my balls and squeezed my cock stem. The wet spot in
my jeans was now a large patch. My cock sloshed around in my
slimy briefs just like those of the boys in the stories.
"Oh, yeah, oh yeah! Gotta taste sperm," I pleaded. The smell
of sex floated out of my crotch. I reached for the brief-jock
I'd just taken off. I put the pouch over my fist and looked at
all the stains that marked at least four loads and hours of
leaking pre-cum. I was always sure to shake my cock well when I
peed because I didn't want piss smell - just sperm and sweat.

I raised the jock pouch to my face and took a deep sniff. I
groaned at the strong cummy aroma and resumed jacking the faded
denim over my engorged dick. The smell was pure sex. Not really
dirty, because I don't connect sperm with dirty -maybe nasty, but
not dirty. And this nasty smell was driving me crazy.
"Mmmmmm . . . mmmmmm . . . mmmmmm . . . I'm smelling boy cum
in this jock," I gasped. "I wanna taste it too!" I
rubbed the cum-encrusted pouch all over my face, opening my mouth
to let my tongue lick it. As the cotton got damp, the dried cum
began to grow slimy again. And the wetness was making the
already strong sex smell even stronger.
I moved the jock from my face to my crotch and started rubbing
it all over my jeans. I wanted to make them smell just like the
jock by letting them soak up the juice from the pouch.
As I masturbated my jock I continued reading aloud about Rick
and Chuck, the two teenage boys who discovered they both wanted
underwear sex with other boys.

After Chuck spurted his huge load through his briefs and into
Rick's mouth, he reached out and pulled Rick down onto the
sleeping bag. Rolling Rick on top of him, he opened his mouth
and kissed Rick's mouth. He slipped his tongue into Rick's mouth
and tasted his own jism still fresh on Rick's tongue.

I took a whiff of brief-jock as I read on. The feel of my
cock through these obscene Levis, whose only purpose was sex, and
the feel of my hand on my throbbing organ combined with the smell
of the nasty cotton pouch in my mouth and face caused a tingling
sensation to rise from my groin. I knew that I was getting close
to shooting.

Later in the afternoon as Rick lay on his back on top of
his sleeping bag, Chuck's hands were playing with the cock bulge
in Rick's jockeys.
After rubbing and jerking the cotton-imprisoned cock, Chuck
opened his young mouth, extended his tongue past his lips and
placed his head against the object of his desire. He let his
tongue tip twirl in the pool of pre-cum juice that had oozed from
Rick's prick tip and soaked through his briefs. Chuck's right
hand kneaded Rick's balls through the pouch of his soggy briefs.
Rick began to squirm under him. But Chuck kept servicing the
cotton-covered cock and balls. Chuck loved the way the tight
briefs fit Rick. He wished Rick could always wear briefs and
nothing else in his presence. He squeezed and nursed on the
shaft for fifteen minutes until Rick was panting loudly and
thrashing about beneath him.

I too was panting and squirming on the bed as I read about
two freckle-faced teenaged boys who each wanted to eat the other's
underpants and had just revealed to each other that they were
queer for briefs and went wild making their masturbation
fantasies real. I was sure this scene has occurred in real life.
Somewhere, maybe at that very moment, two boys were eating dicks
with their briefs on because they want to bury their faces in
soft white cotton, cocks hard from the smell, hands stroking
shafts and fingering pouches, with mouths covering cock heads to
lick the pre-cum oozing out of piss-slits and to slurp up the
jism blasting out of cock heads through the thin fabric as they
bring each other to orgasm. I thought of my own sexual
awakening, my eyes glued on every jeans- or brief-clad crotch in
school.
"I'm queer for underwear . . . I want to smell cum-soaked
Levis while I jack off in my briefs!" I snarled into the camera.
I was like an animal.

Chuck's fingers slipped through the fly in Rick's briefs. He
felt the naked skin of Rick's rod. He began to jack it wildly.
Suddenly, Rick's cockhead sprang from under the waistband. The
purple mushroom head was soaked with slick, sticky pre-fuck
juice. It oozed freely from the shaft. Chuck's tongue scooped
it up as fast as Rick leaked it. Twirling his tongue all over
the naked shaft and the elastic waistband of the tight briefs,
Chuck was determined to make his buddy shoot into his mouth.
"Mmmmmph . . . nnnngth . . . mmmmm, this boy wants to eat
his pal's sperm!" I told the camera. My tight, thin jeans
were like a second skin. They converted every touch, every
caress of my hands to electricity. My denim-encased balls
were pushed out by my scissoring legs. It was such an obscene
sight! I knew it would be impossible for me to replay this tape
for more than a few minutes before it made me shoot my load.
"Straddle my chest!" Chuck yelled at Rick. As he was about
to comply, Rick glanced at Chuck's briefs, soaking up the remains
of his orgasm. Ever since he had known Chuck, he had used this
kid in his tight, snow-white, hip riding briefs as a jack-off
image. Now, the image was reality. Quickly, before Chuck had a
chance to say anything, Rick yanked down his friend's shorts,
leaving Chuck's cock to twitch freely. He then straddled Chuck's
chest, his cock bulge directly in Chuck's face.
Chuck licked at the cotton-covered balls and up to the
naked cockhead. Rick leaned forward and balanced himself on
his elbows and knees and rubbed his prick all over Chuck's
handsome, sexy face.
As Chuck mouthed Rick's prick, Rick brought Chuck's soggy
underpants to his face and pressed them over his nose and mouth.
Rick's nose happened to find the double-layer cotton material
that encased Chuck's balls.
Chuck was watching Rick inhale the briefs he had just shot
off in. He lowered his eyes in time to see Rick's cock suddenly
stiffen. Underneath the damp, almost transparent cotton, thick,
milky liquid had squirted through Rick's briefs where they were
stretched by his swollen cockhead. Chuck heard Rick inhale, then
moan with pleasure. It seemed that whenever Rick sniffed Chuck's
briefs, his prick would jerk, and another drop of precum would
soak through the his cotton-covered piss-slit and feed the steady
stream that flowed down his shaft and soaked his ball-pouch. The
sight of his buddy's balls covered with sperm-soaked cotton was
irresistible for Chuck. He licked, then began to suck the fluid
from the fabric, Chuck's cock was completely hard from watching
Rick's dick shoot pre-cum each time he sniffed Chuck's briefs,
and from the sperm he sucked out of Rick's pouch. For his part,
Rick was not only getting off smelling and tasting Chuck's
cum-shorts, but feeling Chuck's mouth as it hungrily worked
over his jockey pouch.

"That's what I gotta do!" I cried. Reading the story aloud had
put me in the picture. Everything the two boys were feeling, I
was feeling, every desire was my desire. I took a deep hit of
the amyl, then grabbed the brief-jock and slipped it over my head
so that the cum-soaked pouch that my mouth had made slimy was
over my nose and mouth. I pulled the fabric from behind my head,
tightening the pouch across my face. I could see through the leg
holes and looked at the monitor.
Here was this guy, dressed in tight faded jeans with a huge
bulge between his legs, a fat denim tube growing out of it and
stretching across his crotch. He could see stomach muscles
clenching underneath a thin white T-shirt. Over his head was a
pair of briefs with a wide, jock strap-style waistband. Over his
face was a large jock pouch made of white underwear cotton, damp
and stained. The guy was jacking off the bulge in his tight,
thin faded Levis as he sniffed the jock pouch and tried to suck
it into his mouth.
My head was inside a cum-coated jock! I was now out of
control. The grass was a strong aphrodisiac and made every
square inch of my body sensuous. I breathed in the pungent aroma
of the jock pouch and savored its sperm taste. I imagined my
head was inside Chuck's briefs. I took another big hit of amyl
and resumed reading.

Chuck's jockeys were now over Rick's head. He breathed
in the aroma of underpants, while his tongue licked the teenage
spunk that coated the inside of the soft, white cotton fabric.
The combination of sperm smell and sperm taste caused Rick's
balls to contract. He felt an electric current flow from where
Chuck was licking his balls though his cotton pouch. Another
sniff of Chuck's briefs and lick of Chuck's tongue did it. Cum
began to blast its way up his swollen penis.
"Here it comes, Chuck . . . I'm squirtin' . . . I'm
cumming on your face, Chuck!"

As I read, the tingling that started in my cock stem spread
into my balls. I knew a huge glob of cum was about to explode
out of my dick head.
"I wanna drink sperm!" I yelled into the camera. "I wanna
stick my head inside Ricky's underpants and swallow his cock! I
want to BE Ricky's underpants!!! My cock is spurting juice into
my shorts. I want to see my blue jeans to get soaked!
I was panting as I read the porn:

Chuck reached to capture Rick's prick head so he could drink
in all of his buddy's juice, but the cock shot out the first
stream of hot white cream all over his cheeks, forehead, nose and
lips. But Chuck got to it in time to catch the next wave of
jism and the next wave. He felt the hot liquid from Rick's cock
hit the back of his throat. As he closed his mouth to swallow
it, another shot of cum hit his lips. He opened his mouth and
stuck out his tongue to catch the next spurt, while I milked his
buddy's jockey-encased balls with his hand. Meanwhile, the other
hand had made its way to his crotch and was massaging the semi-
hard bulge in his newly cum-drenched briefs.
Oh GOD, I'm having an orgasm reading this . . . mmmmm . . . . . .
the smell of this brief-jock is making my balls churn out cum.
Wow! I want to watch this teenager open his mouth and catch his
friend's sperm while his friend gets off from eating his load
from the inside of his underpants!

Oh WOW! What aTURN-ON! Thanx soooo much for sharing! I almost came reading it & unfortunately was interrupted by the electrician I WILL read this again to finish what you started you dirty, kinky muther-fucker! LOVE IT!*|*