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    Underwear as a sex object

    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?

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    Re: Underwear as a sex object

    I have jockstrap fetish for jacking.

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    I share your fetish for briefs, man. Love tight white briefs with a big bulge. A few pics for you:
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    Re: Underwear as a sex object

    Quote Originally Posted by pitypitybangbang View Post
    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.

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    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.

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    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!

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    Re: Underwear as a sex object

    Ultimate sex object. Wanna be your briefs.

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    Quote Originally Posted by chewchilla View Post
    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!

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