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I have a bunch of old magazines with stories of guys in briefs, jocks and swim ware . If you guys like I will post those also.
Ken's Jockshop Part 3
Ken’s JOCKSHOP became the major source of athletic gear in the small Ohio town. He was pleased with the store’s success. The six foot, blond shopowner was stocking shelves early morning when Ed Henderson, the owner of the men’s store, next door, came into his shop. Henderson looked to be about forty-five but was really in his early sixties. He was a robust man with a Irish brogue and a hearty laugh. Henderson and Ken had become friendly since Ken had purchased the store.
“Good Mornin’, me boy!” Henderson greeted Ken.
“Mornin’, Ernie. You taken the day off? Who’s minding your store?”
“Though, perhaps, you’d like to go for coffee. I’d like to talk to you, lad.”
The two men walked across the city’s square to Ruthie’s Coffee Shop. Ken was surprised to see Henderson lead him to a back booth instead of sitting at the counter as they usually did. They greeted Ruthie and ordered coffee and doughnuts.
‘Ken, me boy, since my wife died, last April, I’ve been pretty lonely. My brother, in Tulsa, has invited me to share his home. He is a widower, too. But, what do I do with my store? It occurs to me with the volume of business I see coming and going to your store, you might want to expand. We carry some of the same things but, my store specializes in suits, sports clothes and the like. So, I want to make you a proposal. I’d like for you to buy my store and stock. You could even knock out the wall between our shops and make one large store. Now, tell me, what you think about it.”
“Gee, Ernie, I’d sure like to do it but I just spent all of my money on the new roof and with Christmas coming up, I’m going to need everything I got to buy stock.” Ken said. “I wish there was a way I could do it but the timing is wrong.”
“I understand that and didn’t expect you to be payin’ me right off the bat. I though, maybe you’d buy my store and just send me a few hundred dollars each month. You’re a hard workin’ young man and I trust you.” Ernie said.
By February Ken and Ernie had worked out all the details. Ernie had even helped Ken tear out a wall and make one large store out of two stores. A new sign was placed above the shops that stretched the length of the two buildings. Ernie left for Tulsa and Ken felt the loss of a good friend.
Ken soon realized that the store was now too big for him to operate by himself. He placed his first HELP WANTED sign in the window.
By ten o’clock in the morning he had taken five applications. A muscular, black haired stud came in and asked for a application. Ken looked at the boy. He was 19, slim waist and broad shoulders. His face was handsome with a small, neatly trimmed moustache. After he filled out the form Ken interviewed the boy. He was a full time student at the local college and really needed the money.
“I’ll do anything for this job, mister. I’m smart and a real hard worker.”
Ken had the boy, David Anderson, come to the shop on Sunday morning to help him restock. The boy was there promptly at eight, anxious for his first day’s work. He was wearing a T-shirt, white cotton slacks and sneakers. His first assignment was to dust off the top rows of shelving and dress manakins in light summer jackets.
The young store owner came from the back of the store and walked to the ladder David was standing on. He looked up to watch the boy dressing a manakin but something else caught his eye. As the boy was reaching high to adjust the jacket on the manakin, his T-shirt rode up so high on his back that the elastic band of his briefs showed. Ken felt a stirring in his groin as he watched the boy. David raised his right foot to the next higher rung of the ladder. This stretched his slacks tightly against his butt. Ken could could clearly see the outline of the boy’s underpants under ther material. The elastic leg bands, the rear crotch stitching between the leg bands and the waistband riding over the waist turned Ken on.
Ken felt his own cock getting harder and harder in his briefs. He watch the boy for several minutes.
David turned and looked down at Ken, “I need to stand on the top rung for a minute, would you mind holding onto me so I don’t fall?”
Ken took two steps up the ladder and grabbed the lower shelf with his right hand and wrapped his left hand around David’s thighs. His face was only an inch from the boy’s ass. He looked at the waistband of the briefs and saw the boy was wearing white Jockeys. Ken was getting hotter and hornier. “All finished. Thanks.”
David looked down into Ken’s eyes and Ken looked into
David’s eyes. A moment of silence came over both men before
Ken released his arm from around the boy’s thighs. Ken stepped back onto the floor and David climbed back down the ladder.
“My pants are to tight for this kind of climbing. I’ll have to wear looser ones from now on,” David said.
“They, look good on you, David. They are pretty tight, though. I can see your briefs right through them,” Ken said.
“I like ‘em like that, Ken. I think it’s sexy to see underpants beneath slacks,” David said freely.
“So do I, David. Briefs make them fit better in the front too. Makes it look like you’re really hung.” Ken smiled at David. “Do you only wear briefs? Ever try the bikini styles?”
“I got some of those but I like the full-cut, fly-front briefs the best. They feel really good. I wear them all the time. Even to bed,” David said.
Ken looked David up and down. “I bet you even jack-off in ‘em.”
David blushed a bit then said, “Yes, I do, Ken. How did you know that?”
“Because I do the same thing, David. I’m a brief freak, too.”
“Brief freak? I never heard that expression before, but it does describe me. I get a hard-on even looking at manakins wearing them,” David frankly admitted.
“I bet you look sensational in just your shorts. You got a great body, David.”
The conversation ended when Ken gave David another work assignment. About three in the afternoon Ken told David to fit four manikins with some briefs and T-shirts. When Ken came from the back of the stockroom to inspect David’s display work he was greeted to a surprise. David was putting a pair of Jockey classic briefs on a manikin. He was groping his crotch with one hand and feeling the pouch of the manikin’s briefs with the other.
“You certainly are a brief freak, David. Maybe you’d let me check out your briefs the way you are doing to that manikin,” Ken boldly said.
David looked over at blond, blue eyed Ken, “Sure… I’d really like that. I’ve had a hard on ever since you talked about my briefs this morning.
Ken walked across the floor of the closed store and stood in front of David. The two were surrounded by brief-clad manikins. The statuary was wearing every type of male brief including the four David had just dressed in full cut briefs by Jockey, Hanes, BVD and Fruit-of-the Loom.
David looked into Ken’s eyes then each man reached for the crotch of the other. David’s cock was hard and full as Ken caressed the bulging tool through the white slacks and tight briefs. He grabbed Ken’s cock which was also fully erect through his Levis.
Both men withdrew from each other and without saying a word, kicked off their shoes and shirts. David dropped to his knees and reached up to feel Ken’s swimmer’s torso and on down to the top button of the Levis. He popped it open and the waistband of Ken’s sparking white briefs came into view. Another button and then another was opened until David parted the blue flaps to see the full front of Ken’s underpants.
Ken was wearing Calvin Klein’s. David guessed them to be one size smaller than Ken would normally wear. David raised his hands to feel the outline of the hard cock pressing so hard against the white cotton. The underpants were so tight that David could see Ken’s cockhead, the ridge around it, the length of the prick-shaft and each of his balls. David’s hands cupped, felt-up and massaged every inch of the front of the briefs. He slipped one hand between Ken’s legs and felt the briefs where they were the tightest; just under the balls.
Ken was moaning and his legs trembled from the expert treatment he was getting from the nineteen year old Adonis. He dropped to his knees and David stood up while Ken opened the boy’s slacks and let them drop down his legs. David’s cock-bulge was more then Ken had hoped for. A huge thick shaft forced the white Jockey briefs several inches from the boy’s waist. The briefs were too small for the boy and Ken thought if the boy had one more inch of cock the head would not fit under the elastic waistband. Ken felt the prick pulsating inside of the briefs, As he squeezed the dick through the cotton a wet spot appeared at the bulging cock-head.
“Boy, you’re hotter than a fire cracker. You’re already wet!” Ken said softly.
“Your making me this way.” David said. He reached down and pulled Ken to the standing position. They looked deep into each other’s eyes. David reached around behind Ken’s head and drew it toward him. Both mouths opened slightly for a kiss. At the same moment their lips touched, their bulging white-brief covered cocks meshed together. Soft moans came from each man. As their kiss became more and more passionate they ground their cocks together with more force. The feeling of each other’s hard brief-clad dicks grinding against each other brought the men to new heights of sexual arousement.
David broke the kiss and gasped aloud. He knealed down on the floor pulling Ken with him. He stretched out on the floor on his back and Ken crawled on top of him. Again they kissed and forced their cocks together. Ken broke the kiss this time but only to turn around so that they were in a sixty-nine position. As Ken lowered his crotch into David’s face, David saw that Ken’s briefs were also wet with pre-cum juice. He was happy that he had turned on the young shop owner. He knew he was going to love his new job and especially the store owner.
Ken begin sucking David’s hard cock right through the cotton. He sucked out David’s precum juices, savoring the flavor of brief strained boy juice. After a few minutes of cocksucking the underpants-clad dick, Ken worked his mouth to the boy’s balls. Within a few minutes the boy’s briefs were soaked with Ken’s spit and the boy’s natural oozing juices. With the briefs drenched, Ken could clearly see the boy’s cock and balls. He knew what he wanted. He wanted to suck David off. He wanted to suck him off right through the cotton prison the young prick was fighting so hard to free itself of.
Daid sucked and licked at Ken’s bulge. The protruding cock was torture-testing the strength of the Calvin Klein briefs. David couldn’t hold off any longer. He’d always wanted to find a brief-buddy and he finally had found one. He was ready to explode. “I’m going to cum, Ken. I can’t hold it back…”
“Squirt your jizz, boy. I want it right through your tight wet briefs… shoot it boy!” Ken shouted, “I’m cumming with you!”
Ken rolled to his side pulling David with him. Side-by-side, with their wet cotton covered young cocks in each other’s mouths; they shot their loads of pent-up jizz. Bolts of lightening flashed through their bodies as each shot of fresh hot cum blasted up through their cocks and shot into the skin tight briefs. Strained jizz flowed into each other’s mouths as several brief-clad manikins watched in silent envy. This was the greatest cum David had ever experienced. And to ad to the sex itself, he got to do it in the underwear department of his employer’s store. As each rush of jism shot from Daivid’s young cock, visions of underpants flashed through his mind. When his eyes opened slightly, he could see all of styles and types of underpants on the market, surrounding him. If only all of the manikins were real men and all of them were standing over me, he though to himself.
Ken sucked all of David’s teen cock juice out of the boy’s briefs and then rolled onto his back. David was still moaning. After a moment of rest, David leaned upon his elboys and looked at Ken. “Great, man…Just fucking great!”
Ken smiled at the boy. He reached up and grabbed the elastic waistbantd of David’s briefs and rolled them down his legs. “I want these. Take a pair from the rack.”
“No, I’d rather have yours. I want to wear them back to the dorm. In fact, I might never take them off.”
“You’d better wear a fresh pair tomorrow. It’ll be your first day as a sales clerk and you may have to help a lot of young studs pick out some new underpants. And if you have to model them for ‘em, you want to be wearing clean ones.”
“Okay, but I’m keeping yours to wear to bed tonight,” David said to Ken. They winked at each other while David skinned Ken’s briefs down his legs and pulled them on his own body.”
The End
Ken's Jockshop Part 3
Ken’s JOCKSHOP became the major source of athletic gear in the small Ohio town. He was pleased with the store’s success. The six foot, blond shopowner was stocking shelves early morning when Ed Henderson, the owner of the men’s store, next door, came into his shop. Henderson looked to be about forty-five but was really in his early sixties. He was a robust man with a Irish brogue and a hearty laugh. Henderson and Ken had become friendly since Ken had purchased the store.
“Good Mornin’, me boy!” Henderson greeted Ken.
“Mornin’, Ernie. You taken the day off? Who’s minding your store?”
“Though, perhaps, you’d like to go for coffee. I’d like to talk to you, lad.”
The two men walked across the city’s square to Ruthie’s Coffee Shop. Ken was surprised to see Henderson lead him to a back booth instead of sitting at the counter as they usually did. They greeted Ruthie and ordered coffee and doughnuts.
‘Ken, me boy, since my wife died, last April, I’ve been pretty lonely. My brother, in Tulsa, has invited me to share his home. He is a widower, too. But, what do I do with my store? It occurs to me with the volume of business I see coming and going to your store, you might want to expand. We carry some of the same things but, my store specializes in suits, sports clothes and the like. So, I want to make you a proposal. I’d like for you to buy my store and stock. You could even knock out the wall between our shops and make one large store. Now, tell me, what you think about it.”
“Gee, Ernie, I’d sure like to do it but I just spent all of my money on the new roof and with Christmas coming up, I’m going to need everything I got to buy stock.” Ken said. “I wish there was a way I could do it but the timing is wrong.”
“I understand that and didn’t expect you to be payin’ me right off the bat. I though, maybe you’d buy my store and just send me a few hundred dollars each month. You’re a hard workin’ young man and I trust you.” Ernie said.
By February Ken and Ernie had worked out all the details. Ernie had even helped Ken tear out a wall and make one large store out of two stores. A new sign was placed above the shops that stretched the length of the two buildings. Ernie left for Tulsa and Ken felt the loss of a good friend.
Ken soon realized that the store was now too big for him to operate by himself. He placed his first HELP WANTED sign in the window.
By ten o’clock in the morning he had taken five applications. A muscular, black haired stud came in and asked for a application. Ken looked at the boy. He was 19, slim waist and broad shoulders. His face was handsome with a small, neatly trimmed moustache. After he filled out the form Ken interviewed the boy. He was a full time student at the local college and really needed the money.
“I’ll do anything for this job, mister. I’m smart and a real hard worker.”
Ken had the boy, David Anderson, come to the shop on Sunday morning to help him restock. The boy was there promptly at eight, anxious for his first day’s work. He was wearing a T-shirt, white cotton slacks and sneakers. His first assignment was to dust off the top rows of shelving and dress manakins in light summer jackets.
The young store owner came from the back of the store and walked to the ladder David was standing on. He looked up to watch the boy dressing a manakin but something else caught his eye. As the boy was reaching high to adjust the jacket on the manakin, his T-shirt rode up so high on his back that the elastic band of his briefs showed. Ken felt a stirring in his groin as he watched the boy. David raised his right foot to the next higher rung of the ladder. This stretched his slacks tightly against his butt. Ken could could clearly see the outline of the boy’s underpants under ther material. The elastic leg bands, the rear crotch stitching between the leg bands and the waistband riding over the waist turned Ken on.
Ken felt his own cock getting harder and harder in his briefs. He watch the boy for several minutes.
David turned and looked down at Ken, “I need to stand on the top rung for a minute, would you mind holding onto me so I don’t fall?”
Ken took two steps up the ladder and grabbed the lower shelf with his right hand and wrapped his left hand around David’s thighs. His face was only an inch from the boy’s ass. He looked at the waistband of the briefs and saw the boy was wearing white Jockeys. Ken was getting hotter and hornier. “All finished. Thanks.”
David looked down into Ken’s eyes and Ken looked into
David’s eyes. A moment of silence came over both men before
Ken released his arm from around the boy’s thighs. Ken stepped back onto the floor and David climbed back down the ladder.
“My pants are to tight for this kind of climbing. I’ll have to wear looser ones from now on,” David said.
“They, look good on you, David. They are pretty tight, though. I can see your briefs right through them,” Ken said.
“I like ‘em like that, Ken. I think it’s sexy to see underpants beneath slacks,” David said freely.
“So do I, David. Briefs make them fit better in the front too. Makes it look like you’re really hung.” Ken smiled at David. “Do you only wear briefs? Ever try the bikini styles?”
“I got some of those but I like the full-cut, fly-front briefs the best. They feel really good. I wear them all the time. Even to bed,” David said.
Ken looked David up and down. “I bet you even jack-off in ‘em.”
David blushed a bit then said, “Yes, I do, Ken. How did you know that?”
“Because I do the same thing, David. I’m a brief freak, too.”
“Brief freak? I never heard that expression before, but it does describe me. I get a hard-on even looking at manakins wearing them,” David frankly admitted.
“I bet you look sensational in just your shorts. You got a great body, David.”
The conversation ended when Ken gave David another work assignment. About three in the afternoon Ken told David to fit four manikins with some briefs and T-shirts. When Ken came from the back of the stockroom to inspect David’s display work he was greeted to a surprise. David was putting a pair of Jockey classic briefs on a manikin. He was groping his crotch with one hand and feeling the pouch of the manikin’s briefs with the other.
“You certainly are a brief freak, David. Maybe you’d let me check out your briefs the way you are doing to that manikin,” Ken boldly said.
David looked over at blond, blue eyed Ken, “Sure… I’d really like that. I’ve had a hard on ever since you talked about my briefs this morning.
Ken walked across the floor of the closed store and stood in front of David. The two were surrounded by brief-clad manikins. The statuary was wearing every type of male brief including the four David had just dressed in full cut briefs by Jockey, Hanes, BVD and Fruit-of-the Loom.
David looked into Ken’s eyes then each man reached for the crotch of the other. David’s cock was hard and full as Ken caressed the bulging tool through the white slacks and tight briefs. He grabbed Ken’s cock which was also fully erect through his Levis.
Both men withdrew from each other and without saying a word, kicked off their shoes and shirts. David dropped to his knees and reached up to feel Ken’s swimmer’s torso and on down to the top button of the Levis. He popped it open and the waistband of Ken’s sparking white briefs came into view. Another button and then another was opened until David parted the blue flaps to see the full front of Ken’s underpants.
Ken was wearing Calvin Klein’s. David guessed them to be one size smaller than Ken would normally wear. David raised his hands to feel the outline of the hard cock pressing so hard against the white cotton. The underpants were so tight that David could see Ken’s cockhead, the ridge around it, the length of the prick-shaft and each of his balls. David’s hands cupped, felt-up and massaged every inch of the front of the briefs. He slipped one hand between Ken’s legs and felt the briefs where they were the tightest; just under the balls.
Ken was moaning and his legs trembled from the expert treatment he was getting from the nineteen year old Adonis. He dropped to his knees and David stood up while Ken opened the boy’s slacks and let them drop down his legs. David’s cock-bulge was more then Ken had hoped for. A huge thick shaft forced the white Jockey briefs several inches from the boy’s waist. The briefs were too small for the boy and Ken thought if the boy had one more inch of cock the head would not fit under the elastic waistband. Ken felt the prick pulsating inside of the briefs, As he squeezed the dick through the cotton a wet spot appeared at the bulging cock-head.
“Boy, you’re hotter than a fire cracker. You’re already wet!” Ken said softly.
“Your making me this way.” David said. He reached down and pulled Ken to the standing position. They looked deep into each other’s eyes. David reached around behind Ken’s head and drew it toward him. Both mouths opened slightly for a kiss. At the same moment their lips touched, their bulging white-brief covered cocks meshed together. Soft moans came from each man. As their kiss became more and more passionate they ground their cocks together with more force. The feeling of each other’s hard brief-clad dicks grinding against each other brought the men to new heights of sexual arousement.
David broke the kiss and gasped aloud. He knealed down on the floor pulling Ken with him. He stretched out on the floor on his back and Ken crawled on top of him. Again they kissed and forced their cocks together. Ken broke the kiss this time but only to turn around so that they were in a sixty-nine position. As Ken lowered his crotch into David’s face, David saw that Ken’s briefs were also wet with pre-cum juice. He was happy that he had turned on the young shop owner. He knew he was going to love his new job and especially the store owner.
Ken begin sucking David’s hard cock right through the cotton. He sucked out David’s precum juices, savoring the flavor of brief strained boy juice. After a few minutes of cocksucking the underpants-clad dick, Ken worked his mouth to the boy’s balls. Within a few minutes the boy’s briefs were soaked with Ken’s spit and the boy’s natural oozing juices. With the briefs drenched, Ken could clearly see the boy’s cock and balls. He knew what he wanted. He wanted to suck David off. He wanted to suck him off right through the cotton prison the young prick was fighting so hard to free itself of.
Daid sucked and licked at Ken’s bulge. The protruding cock was torture-testing the strength of the Calvin Klein briefs. David couldn’t hold off any longer. He’d always wanted to find a brief-buddy and he finally had found one. He was ready to explode. “I’m going to cum, Ken. I can’t hold it back…”
“Squirt your jizz, boy. I want it right through your tight wet briefs… shoot it boy!” Ken shouted, “I’m cumming with you!”
Ken rolled to his side pulling David with him. Side-by-side, with their wet cotton covered young cocks in each other’s mouths; they shot their loads of pent-up jizz. Bolts of lightening flashed through their bodies as each shot of fresh hot cum blasted up through their cocks and shot into the skin tight briefs. Strained jizz flowed into each other’s mouths as several brief-clad manikins watched in silent envy. This was the greatest cum David had ever experienced. And to ad to the sex itself, he got to do it in the underwear department of his employer’s store. As each rush of jism shot from Daivid’s young cock, visions of underpants flashed through his mind. When his eyes opened slightly, he could see all of styles and types of underpants on the market, surrounding him. If only all of the manikins were real men and all of them were standing over me, he though to himself.
Ken sucked all of David’s teen cock juice out of the boy’s briefs and then rolled onto his back. David was still moaning. After a moment of rest, David leaned upon his elboys and looked at Ken. “Great, man…Just fucking great!”
Ken smiled at the boy. He reached up and grabbed the elastic waistbantd of David’s briefs and rolled them down his legs. “I want these. Take a pair from the rack.”
“No, I’d rather have yours. I want to wear them back to the dorm. In fact, I might never take them off.”
“You’d better wear a fresh pair tomorrow. It’ll be your first day as a sales clerk and you may have to help a lot of young studs pick out some new underpants. And if you have to model them for ‘em, you want to be wearing clean ones.”
“Okay, but I’m keeping yours to wear to bed tonight,” David said to Ken. They winked at each other while David skinned Ken’s briefs down his legs and pulled them on his own body.”
The End
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