Being dragged from pillar to post half my life, kept me behind my class, so I was nineteen before I graduated high school. That was while my dad was stationed in Guam. But I was a lot more experienced than the other guys in more ways than one. That I owe to a business acquaintance of my father's who was also one of his friends. My dad was a general in command of the air force base. It was closed in 1970 but back then, there were thousands of guys stationed there. Oddly enough, it wasn't one of them who brought me out, considering how many gay men there were as I later discovered. My father ran the base very independently, buying all the supplies and equipment from local tradesmen in an effort to improve our relations with our hosts.
Timsung was a man who often visited our house in the evenings, and with whom my dad did quite a bit of business, like I said, considering him a friend as well. He was a Philipino man in his late thirties, very wiry and thin. He had hair so black, it was almost blue and a very kindly disposition, smiling and friendly each time I'd seen him. He and my dad always had a beer together after the conclusion of their business. One Friday night my father announced that he had to fly to Manila for an unexpected military conference that weekend. My mother said she'd like to go along to do some shopping.
"Timsung is supposed to meet with me tomorrow night," dad said.
"I can't reach him to cancel, so please tell him I'm sorry." I assured him I would. They left early on Saturday morning and I had the house to myself. There isn't much to do in sleepy little Guam, but I swam in the ocean and sunned at the beach. I was pretty proud of the tan line I'd worked on over the summer. Though our house on the base was the largest one, it was still very modest and without air conditioning. So I was wearing nothing but a pair of worn out Levis when Timsung showed up at seven o'clock. I explained the situation to him, but offered him a beer as my father would have done. He accepted and I opened one for each of us. He sat on the couch and I took a chair across from him. He was dressed impeccably in his usual black suit, white shirt and red tie.
"I'll just leave these samples with you then," Timsung said in that slightly nasal tone he had. He set his briefcase on the coffee table, opened it, and said the single word, "underwears." He proceeded to draw out some photographs and set them aside, reaching for some samples that lay beneath. I was too busy trying to catch a glimpse of the pictures to notice that he was rummaging through samples of briefs. The photos were all glossy black and whites depicting handsome young Asian men, clad only in various styles of underwear, illustrating both the front and back. Timsung began stacking a little pile, matching the samples to the pictures showing the assorted kinds, available colors and sizes. As he reached one particularly brief and revealing pair, he thrust the two items toward me. Half of the picture showed a very well endowed young Philipino youth modeling the merest bit of fabric which barely covered his groin. The other half was a rear view of one of those perfect little Asian butts, near completely exposed by a small "V" of white. The thin white material I held in my hand was the flimsiest bit of nylon I'd ever felt. I looked quizzically at Timsung and questioned him, "You think the Air Force would go for these?" He shrugged his shoulders and smiled.
"We want him to see the whole selection."
"You could sure see everything in these," I said, fondling the wispy little briefs.
"Some men like them," Timsung casually observed. He took them from me and lovingly, blissfully caressed the silken material. His eyes darted back and forth between my face and the briefs, gauging my interest. He must have been emboldened by my intense gaze, for he said in a half whisper, "Why not try them on --- see how comfortable they are?" I blinked at him a few times, wondering if he was serious. When Timsung added, "they've been worn before --- by him in the picture," I felt a bit of stirring in my crotch, so I snatched the briefs from him and went to my room, closing the door. Sitting on my bed in the near-dark seclusion, I brought the garment up to my face and sniffed it. The shorts didn't smell as though they'd been washed. I inhaled deeply of the faint masculine odor which remained; a boyish sort of funk in the crotch and, to my mind, a seeming sweetness in the pouch. I had never been aware of any particular fetish in my make-up before, considered myself a pretty normal guy who'd laid a few girls from time to time. But as I sat there breathing heavily through the thin material, I got one of the most intense erections I'd ever experienced. At my age, I got hard-ons all the time, but this was like a sudden explosion of blood to the bone. My cock literally throbbed inside my pants. I quickly shucked off my clothes, stood naked in the dimly lit room, and rubbed the entrancing briefs under my balls, and up and down my stiffened prick. Then I pulled on the underwear, though, try as I might, there was no way I could conceal the straining length of my fully erect cock inside the jock-like pouch. I didn't expect Timsung actually wanted me to model them anyway, so I stripped them off and hastily redressed, careful to fold my boner into a lump. Returning to the living room, I casually handed them to him with the off-hand remark, "They feel pretty good, but I still doubt my father would go for them."
or "But he isn't you," Timsung murmured, examining the shorts very closely.
"and he wouldn't have gotten them wet like this," He held up the transparent material, gleefully pointing to a spreading patch of lube-juice that had dribbled out of my cock. I thought I would die of embarrassment --- until Timsung sheathed that portion of the underwear over his index finger and started sucking on it. I stood there aghast for a full two minutes, not believing this was happening, a delicious tremor welling up in my groin. Timsung licked his tongue lasciviously in the crotch of the underwear and said softly, "Try on some more --- here, where I can see you." He flicked a pair of terry-cloth shorts at me and added, "These first. They'll look good on you."
I snagged the blue shorts flying through the air and was more nervous than I'd ever been in my life. My boner was snaking down my thigh, having slipped out from under the leg of my briefs. Right then I figured old Timsung was a voyeur, and had a thing for young guy's underwear. The way he was sitting there pawing his groin and rubbing the things all over his face while I unsnapped my Levis, made me certain of it.
I took a certain exhibitionist's delight in slowly dropping my drawers, easing them down over my flanks and kicking them to the side. He breathed a deep sigh as I stood before him in my underwear, my half-hard dick pushing out the side. I ran two fingers down the exposed length of my tube and a bead of lube slid to my thigh. Then I dug down in the pouch and pulled my dick straight up and held fast to my belly by the elastic at the waist. Timsung wagged his tongue from side to side. I let the briefs stay that way, half down and concealing my balls, as I sidled closer to him. Timsung threw off his jacket, unbuttoned his shirt, and pushed his pants down to just above the knees. He wore boxer shorts and he slouched back on the couch like he was at a porno movie, hauling his stiff cock out of the fly.
His dick wasn't real big but looked to be as hard as flesh wrapped steel. He jacked his uncut tool and motioned for me to come closer still. I shuffled right in front of him with my Jockeys still fast across my ass. Timsung leaned forward with his hand still working on his dick and licked on my cock-head like an ice cream cone, all upward strokes and swirling around the flange. He kept one hand in his lap jacking on himself and he buried his face in my crotch. With his other hand, he caressed and kneaded my ass cheeks. Then he began licking and tonguing wetly all over the rumpled pair of underwear still bunched at the base of my dick.
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