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Hot Brief Sex
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Tod Brady seemed to have everything. Looks, brains, popularity.
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YEt Tod was miserable. He knew he was on the edge of losing his
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friends and winding up an outcast. For Tod had a deep dark secret:
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he had an uncontrolable lust for guys' briefs, including his own.
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He couldn't put on a pair without becoming aroused, and he couldn't
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handle seeing another guy in a hot pair of briefs. Phys Ed was torture.
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One day, he was sure he'd give himself away. His eyes invariably
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glued themselves to the white cotton material stretched over the
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bulge of male genitals.
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Tod masturbated at least twice a day to try and let off
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steam. He would jack off - in his briefs, of course - when he went
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to bed, and jack off again when he got up the next morning. But
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sometimes, even four times a day wouldn't help. Tod really felt
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like a freak.
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One afternoon after school, Tod was in his room on the
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bed reading a porn novel he'd hidden between the matresses. It
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was about guys having sex together, and Tod's underpants were
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about to explode from his swollen cock and balls. As he read about
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guys eating other guy's loads, his hand started jacking off his
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brief bulge.
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Suddenly the door opened and in walked Tod's best friend,
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Billy Rutledge. Billy stopped in his tracks as he saw Tod, flushed
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with arousal, going at his cotton-covered cock. TOd couldn't stop,
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because everytime he thought of his friend Billy, he thought of Billy
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in his snow-white Jockey Life Briefs. Billy and Tod spent nights
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at each other's house, and Billy always slept in his briefs.
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In Tod's already aroused state, to see a major object of
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his jockey lust pushed him over the edge.
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"Ugggggh, B-billy, I'm, don't look!"
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But Billy did look, openly watching his pal shoot a huge
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load in his shorts.
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By the time Tod's orgasm was spent, Billy was sporting a
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huge hardon underneath his tight cut-offs.
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"Sorry, Tod, I didn't realize . . . "
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"That's all right," Tod said moodily. "Couldn't help myself."
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"Do you always jack off like that? I mean in your briefs?"
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Tod mumbled something irrelevant. But Billy forged on. "Well,
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I do! In fact, that's the only way I cum."
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Tod looked at his friend. For a second, he forgot about
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the queer porn in his hand. Billy reached over and grabbed it.
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Tod was frozen in terror. He was about to be found out as
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a homosexual.
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"Hey, this is about guys having sex with each other. Is
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that what you were beating off to?"
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Tod stammered, "Well, I . . . er . . . " Tod desperately
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sought an alibi, but could find none. He was at Billy's mercy.
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"I'll be back in a flash." Billy was out the door. In just
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a few minutes he was back, carrying a paper bag.
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"This is what I jack off to." Billy spilled the contents
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onto Tod's bed right in front of him. It was a bag full of porn
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magazines. Not only that, but it was gay porn. Tod's cock stirred
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in his sperm-soaked shorts.
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"You mean, this is how you get off?" Steve asked in amazement.
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Billy grinned. "Well, now that I know about you, you can
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know about me."
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TOd looked at the mags. They were real hard core. One cover
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had a young guy with his mouth open as a big dick shot a stream of
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jism right down his throat. ANother had two guy's kissing as they
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jacked each other off in their jockeyshorts. Tod's dick lurched
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when he saw the jockey shots.
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"Those are my favorites." Billy stared right at Tod's crotch.
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"And I know they're yours too."
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Tod froze. "What do you mean?"
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"I know you're turned on to briefs. I've known for a long
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time, but didn't want to embarass you."
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"How do you know?"
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"Whenever we've spent the night together, you always feel
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me
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off in my briefs. You think I'm asleep, but I'm not. Also, I saw
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you stealing Stve Kelly's jockeys from the locker room. I followed
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you and saw you shoot a load while you were eating them. Also, you
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can't
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keep your eyes off anyone in tight whites. Put it all together and
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it spells Brief Freak."
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Tod was stunned. Billy had known all this time.
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"There's another reason I didn't say anything. It's no
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accident I sleep in my briefs and jack off in them."
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"You mean . . . " Tod's face lit up.
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"you got it," Billy was grinning from ear to ear.
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Tod jumped up and locked the bedroom door. He wnet over
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to Billy, stood facing him, then plunged his hand down Billy's jeans.
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Billy had on the usual hot little briefs that drove Tod up the wall.
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Billy closed his eyes and let Tod feel him off. Then he
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felt his jeans decending. He looked down and there was Tod on his
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knees, his face only inches from Billy's jockey bulge. Billy lifted
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Tod up and pushed him onto the bed and jumped beside him.
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They lay on their sides, their hands between each others
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legs, kneading their brief bulges.
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"Yeah, Tod, I love guys in briefs. I love to wear them.
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See how I turn on?" Billy's cock was rock hard. Tod was running
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his fingers up and down Billy's cok, then tickling his balls through
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his jockey pouch. Tod knew what he wanted to do. He did it in every
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wret dream he had.
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"I want to eat your shorts!"
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"Let's sixty-nine," Billy said.
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Soon, the boys were reversed on the bed, their heads between
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each other's legs, their faces buried in underpants bulges. Both
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were mouthing each other like they were starving. Tod was trying
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to get Billy jockey pouch into his mouth. He wanted to have another
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guy's balls - both of them - in his mouth.
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Billy's lips were running up and down Tod's cotton-wrapped
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shaft. Jacking his friend off with his mouth. He was hungry for
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man juice and wanted to make Tod shoot his load into his mouth.
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Tod wanted Billy's load too. His lips locked over the straining
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shape of Billy's cockhead while his hand jacked off Billy's cock
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and tickled his balls.
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With years of pent-up passion, Billy and Tod weren't interested
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in the romantic aspectsof their new knowledge. All they knew was
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that they wanted to eat each other through their steamy sexbriefs
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and drink their loads through them.
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"mmmmph, mmmmph!" Tod's hips began to buck against Billy's
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face. Billy could feel Tod's cock swell under his lips. Suddenly,
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sperm was erupting from Tod's penis. Quickly, Billy moved his head
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and clamped his mouth over Tod's twitching cockhead. Each spurt
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blasted through the thin cotton barrier and landed on Billy's tongue.
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The taste of Tod's cum in his mouth caused Billy to immediately
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blow his wad right straight into Tod's mouth. His wet dreams always
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climaxed with someone, usually Tod, shooting into Billy's mouth.
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But this time it was real, and Bily went wild.
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"Arrrgh," Billy cried. As his orgasm shook his body, his
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mouth greedily sucked every drop of spunk out of Tod's underpants.
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Tod, for his part, seemd to have one more spurt left for
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each of Billy's blasts.
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What made it so intense for both boys was their lust for
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briefs. They got off on the way briefs accumulated boyjuice as
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they were worn, so that one wiff of a jockeypouch was an intense
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hit - an aphrodesiac.
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Finally, their orgasms subsided and both boys rested their
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heads on each other's thighs, their mouths gently nibbling at their
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sperm-soaked jockey pouches.
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"Whew!" exclaimed Tod. "That was a blast!"
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Billy giggled at the pun. "Yeah, I think I'm done for at
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least five minutes." To back him up, Billy's cock began to stir
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in his shorts. Tod remembered that he was one load ahead of Billy.
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"i'm all yours, Kid," Tod said to Billy. "I can never get
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enough of your cum."
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Billy straddled Tod, rubbing his brief bulge in Tod's face.
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Soon Tod was devouring Billy's jism. He managed not to cum again,
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though his cock was rock hard from eating Billy's load.
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As they lay side by side, fondling each other's baskets,
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they thought of the endless possibilities that lay before them.
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And just the thought of that caused their cocks to stir in their
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briefs one more time.
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