Gay Erotic Stories

There are two sides to the boxers v. briefs debate. The side of the wearer and the side of the watcher. And from the watcher's point of view, you can see less of an outline on guys wearing boxers, but, well, that just makes the imagination run a bit more. And sometimes when a guy's hangin' loose in boxers you can catch a tantalizing glimpse of cock and balls up a tented leg. I visited a guy once who was selling a computer I was interested in buying. I knocked on the door and he answered, wearing only plain white boxers - not baggy, they hugged his hips nicely - but the trunks had potential for a sneak view. He was one of those unselfconscious guys who doesn't worry about showing off his body, but of course I checked him out all over as soon as he opened the door. He was slim and toned like me, but was blond and very smooth, and had good pecs. He went upstairs ahead of me, which allowed me to get a good look at his firm ass. And I caught a glimpse - just fleeting, but unmistakable, up the left leg of his boxers as he turned to speak to me - of the tip of his uncut cock, which was flopping free in his pants. He was in a house share so the room he took me into was his bedroom, lounge, and study. He sat down at his computer, his boxers rode up his legs and the piss hole gaped. Now I could see his pubes. He was smooth shaved except for a dusting of blond hair at his cock root which, standing over him at the computer, I could see. It was too much. I was getting hard. What's more, I think he noticed. The guy was a cutie. He was laughing and joking, giving me lots of eye contact and asking me lots of questions about myself. I was wearing red briefs under army combats, and on the top half a dark T-shirt. My dick curved out to the left in my briefs, not fully hard yet, but I could feel it threatening to thrust out of the leg hole. I stole a look down at myself and could see the snake in my combats, bulging out from the base of the brass fly zip and to the left. I decided to be bolder. As he continued to look up at me and talk to me, I drew closer to his chair. My dick was now only nine or ten inches from his face. Now he complimented me. 'You look fit', he said, 'do you work out?' I told him I did some weights, pulled up my T-shirt sleeve and jokingly flexed my biceps for him. He started to talk about how he worked out too. I looked down at his still gaping piss hole. There were definitely stirring. His dick was half-hard and snaked from the root, which I could see, under the white cotton to the mushroom head, which was now straining to escape out of his pants' left leg hole, although it couldn't, because, sitting down, his well-muscled thighs filled the trunks completely. His computer had a built-in Zip drive and I had brought along a Zip cart to test it. He took it from me and slipped it into the drive. We opened the disk icon and the window opened on the screen. Now it was time to be embarrassed, because some scanned photos of me in my underwear were saved there and I hadn't put them in folders. They were just laying around in the cart's main window and tiny thumbnails of the pics showed up on the screen. Well, neither of us said anything, but he sure as hell noticed. Then he said, 'We'll open up one of these jpeg files', and moved the mouse straight to a pic called 'shaft.jpg'. It opened up to large size on the screen. It was a pic of me in white boxers, just like his, and in profile you could clearly see the shaft of my hardening cock through the tented piss hole. 'Shaft-jpeg, huh? You have a nice shaft', he said, looking up, first at my eyes then at my packet, 'and I can see that your shaft is hard now just like in the photo. Do I turn you on? Do you like the view?' At this I looked down at his white boxers, and now, just like in my pic, his dick had throbbed and pushed its way up, and now I could see his shaft through his piss hole. He stood up, turned to face me, and as he did so his cock popped out. It was a fine sight - seven and a half inches, and he was getting really hard as his dick pulsed, his foreskin pulled back and his engorged purple head throbbed, pre-cum oozing from the tip. His hand moved to my dick and he rubbed it slowly through my combats and briefs. A great spurt of pre-cum soaked right through to the front of my combats and he rubbed the oily juice around my cock head. He undid my belt, slowly pulled down the brass zip of my khakis, then let the pants drop. My dick pulsed and shot out more pre-cum. I desperately needed relief. He lifted my T-shirt, looked down at the snake in my briefs and said 'you're packing a lot of meat there. I think you need some relaxation'. He knelt down and sucked hard right at my cock head, through the briefs. He sucked and sucked and I nearly came. But he sensed that and stopped, took his own seven and a half inches in hand, and slowly pulled himself a few times. Then when my own cock had subsided a little, his mouth was back at my red briefs, this time licking slowly up and down the shaft. I squeezed my groin muscles and shot out a load of pre-cum, and again, another jet of pre-cum. Then he sucked again. He sensed I couldn't last, pulled my legs apart and tugged down my briefs. My dick sprang up, my foreskin pulled back tight and my big purple head throbbed and throbbed, now dripping pre-cum. He took it in his mouth, rolled his tongue right around my cock head, and flicked and flicked at my most sensitive part. I bucked and gasped. Then he started moving his head up and down my shaft at a medium rhythm, all the way up, all the way down, up, down, and I pushed my cock all the way to the back of his throat. He couldn't get enough. I looked down and he was wanking off his big cock furiously, faster than my thrusts in and out of his mouth. He was so turned on, a wad of pre-cum actually shot out of his cock and landed on my boot. It was too much. I felt my cum inside my cock, three quarters of the way up the shaft. I couldn't hold it back. Two more of this stud's head thrusts and I blew my load it hit the back of his throat and he gagged momentarily,but kept thrusting, I shot again, and again, and again, and he took it all, so much it was running from the sides of his mouth and slopping onto the floor. Then he opened his mouth wide, bucked backward, and gasped. Wank, wank, wank, faster, faster, he bucked again and then shot a great jet of cum into the air. That first load hit me on my abs, then the second on my own cock, then a third on my red briefs stretched tight between my knees, then a fourth glob of his milky cum landed on my other boot. He was spent, and so was I. Well, I spent the next five hours with him. He looked at all my underwear and nude pics on my Zip disk and he showed off his own great body in some of his own briefs and trunks. We came together another four times. I didn't buy his computer but we have a growing photo album. Datapacket_2000@yahoo.com Email me if you like the story or want to see pics.