Briefs Party by jockeyboy

It was the end of a really hot summer day when I made my way to my friend's house. He had called me to saythat he was holding a briefs party. He had invited about forty other guys. I knew that most of them would probably turn up, because Mark was a really popular guy.

It was difficult to choose what briefs to wear for the party. I knew that it was not a speedo party; Mark had said so on the phone. I picked my favourite 2xist white string briefs. They fitted so comfortably around my bottom. I also took a spare pair of CK briefs. I would need them for the morning.
Butterflies were fluttering in my stomach, in anticipation of an exciting evening ahead. My heart began to race as I approached the door of Mark's house. He told me that most of the guys were
already in their briefs. I removed my sweat pants, leaving me wearing just my tee shirt and briefs. Mark led me to the back garden where there were already about thirty other guys. Most were standing in groups, drinking beer and chatting.
Mark pushed a can of beer into my hand and excused himself to go to tend to the barbecue.

The back garden was large but secluded; it was surrounded by tall shrubs and at the far end there were lots of trees. I looked about for a few minutes and saw quite a few guys whom I knew. I was surprised that some guys were at the party because I would never know that they were "into briefs" like I was. But then, being into briefs is a secret that most of us keep or that only a few of our friends know about. There were so many guys in briefs that I could barely keep from getting a hard-on. But it was too early yet to get too excited.

I took a sip of my beer and my eyes began to wander around from one group to another. Most guys were wearing briefs only. Some also wore athletic shirts and tee shirts. It looked like the most popular colors were white and blue. But there were also a couple of greys, reds, yellows and blacks. Nearly all were plain colors. Great! because I do not like multi-colored briefs. One or two guys were wearing sheer mesh briefs. They were very revealing.

It did not take me long to spot a handsome guy of about nineteen who appeared to be on his own. Maybe he had just arrived before me? He stood on his own by a large green shub. He was slim and athletic looking, with light brown hair with nicely tanned arms and legs. At least that was all I could see because he wore a white singlet that hung down over white briefs. I could barely see that he was wearing white briefs. I quietly made my way over to where he was standing and reached out my hand.
"Hi I am Danny. Do you mind if I join you?".
"Hi my name is Peter. Really happy if you do join me. I am almost alone here, I know so few other guys."
"Not to worry", I said, "I know only a few guys here too".

Peter had light-brown hair, cut short. He had dark brown eyes, but only took shy glances at me. He held his beer in both hands just above waist level. I studied his perfect body. His white ribbed athletic shirt hugged his slim body. Every so often he rubbed his hand across his stomach, and every time he did that I could see that he wore white briefs that were made of really fine cotton.

"How long have you been interested in briefs?" he asked.
"As long as I can remember. I first bought my own underwear when I was fourteen".
"I am eighteen now, and only started to buy my own briefs when I was sixteen" he said.
"I got this really lovely pair when I was in Europe" he said, as he raised the bottom of his singlet to reveal a lovely pair of Euomo briefs. I could see that he was already slightly excited. I could even feel my own cock begin to stir as I looked at his briefs.
The elastic leg openings curved high up his thighs and I could see some light hair on his upper thighs. He had no hair between his navel and the waistband of his briefs.

For a moment there was silence and we both sipped our beers at the same time. Mark shouted, "Food, come and get it". Peter reached out and touched my shoulder, "Let's get some food". We joined the line at Mark's barbecue. I just took a hot-dog and some salad.
Almost everybody was in the same place at this stage. I could feel the warmth of being close to so many guys at the same time. I kept looking at waistbands. The names Calvin Klein, Jockey, Hanes, FTL, Tommy Hilfiger, Sloggi, Hom, Schiesser, Versace, Polo were all woven in black or grey on the white waistbands.

Peter and I headed back to our place by the large green shrub. We quickly ate our food and had a couple of more beers. Peter placed his hand around my waist. I turned towards him and put my arms around him. I moved my hands up his back feeling the soft ribbed cotton singlet. Suddenly we began to kiss, out tongues moving toghether. Our crotches touched and I could feel his
hard cock straining in his briefs. My hands moved down his back to the waisband of his briefs. I moved my hands over his butt and along the elastic of his briefs and around to his crotch. I could feel him move his legs apart a little and I cupped the crotch of his briefs in my hand. He began to move slowly up and down on my hand. We were kissing passionately. Peter's warm hands moved down my back and inside my briefs. We were both very excited. Peter said, "This is great, my first time being close to a guy, but let's leave some fun for later." Reluctantly I agreed, but I was happy that I had met somebody and was looking forward to more fun later.

It was now getting dusk and many of the guys had moved into the house. There was loud music coming from the basement, so Peter and I made our way downstairs. Many of the guys were dancing. Peter and I watched for a while. The flashing neon light picked out all the white briefs and they appeared really white under the light. Some of the guys were really moving to the music. Some danced with their hands in the air, their bodies silhoutted against the dim light and suddenly highlighted by the flash of neon light.

Peter and I joined the dancers on the floor. We danced slowly with our arms around each other, feeling each others bodies close together. We were bumped into by lots of brief-clad butts as we danced. We were both fully hard as we danced. I could see that a lot of the other guys also had straining briefs. We danced for about five minutes and then found a quiet dimly-lit corner where we sat side-by-side on the floor. Peter placed his hand on my thighs and moved up towards the crotch of my brief where his hand paused for a while. A shudder
of excitement went through my whole body.

He felt my cock and balls through my cotton briefs. Then he slowly moved his fingers along
the waistband of my briefs. It was not long until I felt his warm hand inside my briefs and he played around my balls for a while. I turned towards him and he moved his other hand inside the back of my briefs and down the crack of my butt. He slowly began to stroke my cock and move
his finger a little into my hole. I was now writhing in ecstasy. He moved his finger away from my hole and between my legs so that he could feel my balls with one hand as he stroked my cock with the other. He continued to stroke my cock with a beautiful rhythm. It was all the
more exciting that I still had my briefs on. The cotton straining against my cock as Peter stroked it, gave a great feeling of warm pleasure.

I started to play with Peter's dick inside his briefs also. We both stroked with the same rhythm. On each stroke, we moved each other's foreskin up over the throbbing heads of our cocks, and back down, continuing to stroke to base of the shaft. Sometimes Peter paused his stroking to squeeze the head of my cock. I could feel my balls tighten as I got the point of shooting my load. It was sheer ecstasy as I shot my load with Peter's warm hand on my shaft. After a little while, Peter's body began to go taut, his thighs clasped against my left hand as I continued
move my right hand up and down his cock. Then I could feel his cum spurt all over my hand inside his briefs. We hugged tightly and lay together for quite a while. We kissed again.

We both went to the bathroom for a quick clean up. Peter suggested that we swap briefs.
I agreed and his size 30 Euomo briefs fitted me perfectly. It was a beautiful to feel the soft cotton of his briefs around my balls. We had a couple of more beers and danced again.
Since we met at Mark's briefs party, Peter and I have since moved in toghether and we still go to briefs parties.