I just realized I had this story to tell and forgot about it until today. Within a few weeks of moving to DC alot of years ago, I had bought new home office furniture and moved it with a friend. It was summer in DC. Ever experience it? 90% humidity is not uncommon and it was one of THOSE days that we were moving this stuff. And we didn't have the right equiptment, ya know, like a furniture dollie. So I was physically flipping and rolling the bookcases to get them inside. Stupid but effective. I was estactic when it was over. And a huge sweat ball.

The apartment complex had a pool but I was also exhausted. My buddy sat down in the living room and I went to fill a bucket of water. I walked out onto the balcony and slowly poured on myself. I was in a t shirt, kakhi shorts and white briefs. My buddy just looked and laughed. I did a refill. I felt amazing and I could feel my energy come back to me. I told him so, and offered him a bucket. He took off his shirt and stood on the balcony soaking himself. His kakhi shorts clinged to him and started to sag from the weight of the water. He was wearing white briefs, too, and his waist band was fully exposed all around him. I could see the outline of his briefs thru his shorts and looked to see if this aroused him. I can't say I noticed anything. I got him a refill.

I was on the second floor facing a main road that was down in a small ravine with a lot of trees. The balcony was half recessed into the building with trees all around. I returned to the balcony with his second bucket and poured it over his head, watching the water soak btwn his shorts and his briefs. I really love wet briefs. Ok, if you're starting to hard, you're not alone, me too again, and I was there. This friend and I hadn't been physical with each other since we had just met recently, but I was sporting one excited erection, and it had a mind of it's own. I slowly poured over his head to keep his eyes closed, staring at his shorts, and eventually ran out of water. I wanted to get wet again so I ran (literally) back with another bucket and poured half over my head. Again, he just stood there and laughed. I poured the rest onto his chest. I remember commenting about how refreshing it felt and that I was glad he got wet too. He agreed.

I wanted to touch his soaked shorts but held back and just leaned over the railing to "relax". I was really looking around to be sure no one was around since this was in the middle of the afternoon. He leaned on the rail and we talked about stupid stuff and congratulated ourselves for having survived a furniture move. I remember touching his hair. He smiled with a little embarrased laugh. I guess he thought we would be seen. I pulled my hand away and then pretended to fan dry his arm. I touched his chest with my fingers and then rolled my hand over and slid up and down his chest with the back of my hand. It looked like he started to get hard. I slid my hand to his shorts and slid down his hips with my thumb sldiing along his waistband. He was staring at me, I was staring at his shorts and then he looked away. You could tell he was paraniod about being outside. I asked if he wanted to go inside. He followed but I led him into the shower. He just laughed again.

As the water was running to heat up, we kissed against the sink rubbing our wet shorts together. We were quickly in the shower. I pulled the front of his shorts open to look down inside and poured shampoo. He just stared, obviously this was new to him. I pressed up against him to kiss and mush the shampoo into his briefs. I love running my fingers around wet waistbands and very soon we dropped our shorts. Both us in white wet briefs, hard, and kissing. I remember him turning his back to me and I soaped his briefs, reaching around to stroke him and to lean my hardon against his butt. I hadn't planned or prepared for this and was pissed since I know we could have fucked. He was slightly rolling and I was with him. We stayed like this for a long time, me adjusting my pace of stroking him, and leaning and easing off his butt. I needed to shoot, and pushed my briefs down over hips. Big strokes and loud grunts had me shoot onto his wet waistband, rubbing my dick on his cotton covered butt. I leaned over him in exhaustion and reached to play with his nuts. He started to seriously stroke himself and stood up. I wrapped myself around him from the back and he quickly came. We stood there in the running water for a long time. I was massaging his chest, back and constantly running hand over his briefs. I joked that I really liked wet briefs, and he laughed again and said "thanks for teling me".

He stayed around for a while that afternoon in a pair of my briefs as the laundry finished its cycles. Why I didn't date him after that, I just can't answer.