This topic rocks and has been a fetish of mine since I was a kid.
I'll come back to post a lot of true stories but why not start out with the most powerful one.
When I was in junior high, I had this friend, David P., and let me say he unknowingly introduced me to the world of guys showing off the goods. I spent a weekend at his house, he slept on his bed and I was on the floor. Back then guys mostly wore briefs but he wore those loose boxer-like things that came in light colors, like yellow and blue, they were a bit like today's boxer briefs but longer and totally loose around the legs. I thank my lucky stars this is what he wore, and that he wore nothing but those and a t-shirt to sleep.
The next morning, when we woke up, I was sitting on the floor and he got up so that he was sitting on his bed and BAM! HUGE soft white left nut fully exposed right at the edge of his underwear. For the next 1/2 hour or so, as we talked, played music, moved around the room, every time he returned to the bed that thing was still hanging there. I was in heaven. He was straight and didn't know I was gay, and he never caught on to what was happening, so that made it all the more exciting.
That evening, his mom took us shopping to get him a skateboard. My mom had just bought me a really expensive, cool one and he wanted the same one. But his mom said they couldn't afford it. He bitched and complained so much that his mom said to me I probably didn't want to spend the night that night again. I said "Oh no, I don't mind." thinking, of course "Are you kidding, Mrs. P? I'm doing this on the chance I'll see your son's ballzac once again and I wouldn't miss it for the world!"
The next morning was a repeat of the same, in fact the second he rolled over, that underwear leg opened up and there that big huge ball was. It was as though he had pointed it out to show that this is a standard occurrence!
Months later we stayed overnight at a friend's house, Martin A., and the three of us spent the evening/night wrestling, roughhousing, etc. I wasn't attracted to Martin but sure as hell knew I was to David since I would get a semi-erection every time we wrestled. And of course he wore only those boxers and a t-shirt so I was back in paradise.
Then the next morning it was ratcheted up a notch...Martin and I were talking about something funny and David was laughing, sitting there on the tile floor with his right leg flat against the floor and the left one up...and the angels sang when I caught the most incredible sight. His left nut had spilled out of his underwear and was literally sitting on the floor...I mean, the bottom of it was flat, it was sitting there on the smooth tile floor. His right nut had fallen out too and was sitting on top of his left nut. I couldn't believe he didn't feel what was going on, especially the cool tile on his nut! But he just kept smiling and yammering away, clueless, the memory of which drove me into a lot of future masturbation sessions of course.
Later on I got even luckier. When we got to high school, the campus didn't have air conditioning so, since we lived in a really hot part of the country, the rules were that shorts were allowed (which was great, since in the 80's the shorts were much shorter--hence more stories later). And the regulation boy's P.E. shorts were really short and loose. And there David P. was, still in that underwear (though washed by then hopefully, but then would I have cared?). We had to sit on numbers painted on the asphalt, and since it was so hot we had to mostly crouch rather than sit. By this time David's dick must have done a lot of growing because one day I saw that instead of the nut shots, it was going to be the donger all the way. The first time as he was crouching down and it poked out I was impressed by how pinkish-white, long, smooth and perfectly formed it was. Really nice helmet head and big piss slit. Definitely an example of a "really pretty dick". But poor guy could hardly sit down or kneel without that happening. And a few guys were starting to notice, too, and I think David finally did.
We were in band together, too, and part of the ritual was that the seniors initiated the
Freshmen once we went on a distant trip. In David's case they broke into the hotel room and made him strip down to his underwear while they did him up with shaving cream, makeup all over his body, you know, the usual stuff. I wasn't there of course, but long after high school one of the seniors, who happened to be gay, told me "You remember David P.? Well, when we were initiating him, his dick flopped out of his underwear!"
Out of curiosity I've looked David up online and unfortunately he is now a hugely obese man, nothing like the rails we were in our teens. He's not married and doesn't mention a relationship, but he seems happy and I guess that's all that counts. This kind of blows my "crush," but then I'll always have those teen memories!
