Underoos

I was a very fit and good looking guy even turning 40 years old. I wasn't always the Dapper Dan buff guy, but started out your normal chubby kid with too much baby fat and a Hero locker that allowed me to dream rich little boy dreams until my very first wet dream; as I experienced puberty much too early and I was too scared to ask questions.

I wore Underoos of various varieties and lucky for me that my mom was able to buy the largest size they made in Kids sizes so that I could fit into them. I was chubby as I said, but when I turned 11 years old I began to feel different sensations in my groin and to make things worse, I was growing body hair around my genitals and under arms as well. I found out very quickly that rubbing my underwear pouch against a pillow between my legs gave my dream of becoming a cartoon super hero much more meaning. Before puberty hit me I was a bed wetter supreme, but once my body decided I was to become a functional male, the peeing became inconvenient enough for my body to stop that and wet dreams began to become my reality. I had no idea that stimulating my penis was causing my body to ejaculate, I just knew that the creamy fluid that came out of me gave me pleasure beyond anything I had ever imagined.

In those early days of Underoos and Wet dreams, I became nervous about what my body was doing and would try to hide it from my mother. I didn't want her to think I was peeing the bed again, so for a while I would either wash out my underwear or in rare occasions I would simply change underwear and stuff the cum filled ones between my mattress and box springs out of site. Some nights as a preventative measure, I would crawl in next to my dad and dream of being an adult.
As a kid that area between my mattress and box springs was like the safest place to hide anything and once I had grown up and began to take an interest in my body, things changed for me and I would forget about that area. I began working out and wanted to really take on the physique of a super hero and get rid of all this fat I had grown up with.

My dedication and hormones, plus a caring dad; gave me all the necessary reasons to begin a program that would transform my body into that of a hot good looking buff guy with real pectorals and abdominal muscles just like those super hero’s. Of course with moderation, I wasn't too buff as I seemed to find the perfect balance. I loved wearing expensive clothes and underwear became a fetish for me and just plain looking good became an addiction.

My good looks brought me to where I was today, a very successful lawyer who's Dapper Dan body and selection of nice suits and tuxedos allowed me a social life that only a few had the chance to experience. I have to say my sexual prowess allowed me to cross over the line and it was not unusual that I was sleeping with men as well as women. Of course the men were as buff and fit as me and I found that this relationship had given a new insight into the world of gay men and my entourage of friends were all gay and I was enjoying the benefits of both the straight and gay world. I had become rather arrogant and found that men that didn't live up to my physical standards had no place in my life. I wasn't proud of myself, but the gay world was picky and cliquish and it seemed right for me at the time.

So I was turning 40 years old and looking awesome, so when my mother suggested that I come home and celebrate with her and my dad and the fact they lived near the beach in Santa Monica; it all made sense to me.

I hadn't been home in years and my mother kept my room just as it was as not to change her memories of me and by taking up their offer to come home for a party to honor my 40th birthday, my mother insisted I for-go the expensive hotel bill and sleep in my former room and bed.

I thought the idea was really cool and how neat it would be to lay in my childhood bed and look at all the wall collections I valued as a young kid. I planned several days to be home with my mom and dad and I got to kick back and allow my mother to spoil me again, and allowing me a break from working out. My father was my best buddy growing up and took me through those times in my life when I was scared of my body. Somehow he knew exactly what I was going through and if it weren't for his guidance and focus, I would not be the man I was today.

So the days passed by and we had a wonderful birthday party and I have to say the drinking and talking went on all night and by the time my parents faded, I knew it was time for me to head to bed.

My head was filled with so many rich memories, I was floating and proud of who I was and became.
The single bed I had used through out my childhood was soft from all the years of being over weight, but was comfortable for my muscled body which kind of sunk into mattress and in the fetal position; I was pretty comfortable.

That night brought so many dreams flowing through my head, I was enjoying the chance to recall my youth but also glad I was in the body and career I was in and how my success elevated both myself and my parents to higher class of living. No more did my father have to work hard as my successful career allowed him to retire early and enjoy a new sense of financial security.

I was thinking so hard about things I was finding myself humping one of my pillows as I was so impressed with how my life and family had turned out. I had come full cycle it seemed as the best sexual discoveries of my life were in the very bed I was sleeping in and rubbing one off seemed appropriate seeing this was my last night with my parents.

I was enjoying the sensations of my 40 year old cock compared to my early teen cock but amassed that from puberty to this very moment I was producing sperm that could make babies. I promised myself I would somehow become a father and raise kids, but I had time for that I thought as I increased the humping.

As I continued humping I could feel a worn spot in the mattress where my cock seemed to get into and how there seemed to be a lump as well. Then remembered how I had put things between my mattress and box springs to save memories I didn't want to forget, so I turned and reached in between the mattress and box spring and found some treasures only a kid would appreciate and also a pair of kids Large Superman Underoos! I was so excited because once I got hold of them, I could remember exactly the circumstances surrounding them and the size was large enough to be equal to a small in adult size, so I pulled off my 2Xist boxer briefs and prepared myself for wearing a relic that represented a very important turning point in my life.

Careful examination showed that even at the very young age, my trip through puberty allowed me very fruitful ejaculations and these superman underoos were no exception. I had to sniff and lick and at first I just wanted to tie the pair around my hard on and jack off that way but then I knew that wearing them would give me more of what I was looking for.

Frantically I slide them on and they fit my body perfectly and my pouch stretched out unbelievably since underoos weren't made for adults and kids weren't supposed to be very endowed. At first they were stiff and my cock and balls were pushing the slit to open and my pubic hair was coming out of the seams. YES I thought I want to cum in these so badly and I turned and found that worn area in the mattress and went at it.

It seemed like a perfect match and my pelvic muscles seemed very happy at the humping rhythm I had chosen and I knew if I didn't explode soon, I would no doubt tear the front of my underwear very soon.

My mind was wandering and my humping became intense as I imagined I were in my former 11 year old body fucking the super hero I imaged I had become today. That thought grew and grew and my body went wild and the bed began to shake and I was getting scared my parents would hear and come to see what was going on.

I was feeling the same paranoid sensations of my childhood, but I couldn't stop humping and whatever happened would not deny me the release of my sperm.

I instantly remembered how my young body reacted during the buildup to my childhood ejaculations and it all seemed similar to me as I got closer and closer to my release.

Everything got fuzzy right then as I moaned in a voice I didn't recognize while a very young and fresh load of sperm filled my underoos and my body shook in the afterglow making my belly shake like jello and my boy tits point up like hard drawer knobs.

Once I had settled down, I turned to sit on the side of the bed to prepare to get up and do something with my underwear. I didn't care that my body shot this liquid again, it felt wonderful. I took off my underoos carefully as my soft chubby stomach made the waistband roll up and slide down to where the head of my penis was. I was careful as my pubic hairs ever so fine were not pulled out of my groin. I stuffed the underoos between my mattress and box spring slid on a fresh pair of underoos and headed to the bathroom.

By the time I got to the hall bathroom, my alarm was going off and my mother was knocking at my door to see if I was awake. I turned on the shower to let her know I was getting ready. As I turned to the mirror I noticed those fine hairs coming out of my chin and I grabbed for my dads razor to remove them.

I lathered up as usual getting my penis all soapy and wishing one day my 4in cock and small balls would grow.

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