Everything started from a very casual conversation on one of the gay apps. The guy was cute, polite, and the flow of the conversation was great. He was a romantic, I thought, since he didn’t want to exchange any pictures. The pics that I had on my profile were enough for him. I appreciated that - it hadn’t happened in a while. He also said that he would like to earn any pictures that I would be willing to share in the future, something that got my attention.

After talking for hours, we agreed to meet for a drink later the same day. He insisted on meeting right after work. We picked a bar walking distance from my office. I clocked off and ran there, excited to meet a cute guy that seemed more interesting than what I usually come across.

A banker that reads a lot and goes to the gym three times a week - that sums it up pretty well. Even though that may seem simple or boring, his warm smile and mesmerizing green eyes, together with his inviting body language, make him extremely more interesting.

Suddenly, I noticed that he got nervous, with sweat running down his head. He blushed and mumbled. It seems that as I moved, my shirt was lifted a bit and my white briefs were visible. After a couple of awkward seconds, he pointed at my revealed underwear and said “can you cover that, please?”

I was taken by surprise. He didn’t seem that sexual, but I wasn’t expecting him to be that preppy. I guess he could see my puzzled face so he explained himself right away.

“You see, I have a fetish. A fetish with white briefs.”

That’s when our conversation changed dramatically. From plain everyday stuff, like work and family, he went on to elaborate on his fetish. I was amazed. Not only he instantly got more interesting - he got SEXY.

His face was red, he was speaking so passionately, bitting his lips while rubbing his palms on his thighs. I could tell that he was hard. And so was I. I put my hand on his leg in order to make him stop talking and took a leap of faith. “What if you showed me instead of just telling me?”

He gasped. After a moment of silence, he raised his hand and waved to the waitress for the bill. A couple of minutes later we were on a taxi on the way to mine. I was so excited.

The ride was silent. My underwear was visible again, but this time I didn’t cover it. I looked him in the eyes and smiled. He bit his lips and squeezed the seat in order to control himself. We couldn’t get home fast enough.

In the elevator, I felt the urge to kiss him. But I could tell that there were many steps till we get there. We got to the flat and I poured us a drink. We sat in the sofa and he started elaborating on his obsession.

It seems the reason he wanted to meet right after work was because he wanted to imagine that my underwear was stinky after a busy day. Something that walking from my job would enhance. And the reason he didn’t need any more pictures than the ones I already had online was because part of his fetish is he has to pay a fee in order to acquire such a visual. Had I sent him a picture with my underwear, he would have lost all interest in me. So in order to avoid that, he prefers no pictures at all. He then went on to explain that the “fee” he has to pay, is not necessarily financial. He actually prefers to work for it. He pointed out that this isn’t a master-slave situation, but more like a quest to acquisition of a treasured item, one’s most private item - their underwear. He then went on to add that the color of the underwear is of great importance, with plain white being the holy grail. That is because, according to his experience, these are the rarest. A plain black underwear would be exciting only if he really liked the guy, or it’s journey.

I was blown away by the excitement on his face, the specific wording he was using, and of course the hard cock that was visible, pumping trapped inside his pants.

I got up, I unbuttoned my denim trousers and lifted my shirt just a bit so that my white briefs were the most visible they have been up to that point. “So how much are you willing to work for these?”

“Name your price.”

Even though I had never done this before, the quest was very clear in my head. I was inspired and stimulated, both mentally and physically. I was ready to enjoy this.

“First of all, I want you to get totally naked. Slowly. Then you will undress me - everything but the underwear. That stays on. You will find ways to make me cum, using your hands, mouth, or any other part of your body you want. After I cum, you will cum. In order to be successful, all cum must be ON the underwear. Only then your quest will be complete. And the treasure is yours.”

I didn’t have to repeat anything - he understood the assignment. He stripped slowly, revealing a hairy, extremely sexy, pumped body. His dick hard as a rock. I wanted to touch him, but that would happen another day. Today’s journey was set already. He looked at the armchair and he proposed I sat there. After I made myself comfortable, he approached me, like a good pup on his knees. Sensually, he pulled my trousers off. He rubbed his face to my calves and slowly got upwards. He buried his head in my ball sack, making my cock pump even harder. I was mesmerized by the sensuality of his movements. He sniffed again and again, sighing and moaning in ecstasy. It felt like he was almost dancing around my bulge. His nose penetrated the underwear, right on the side of the balls. His hands where on my chest, pushing my shirt off. He sniffed again. His dick was pushing my toes.

I was naked but the underwear, as instructed. His head traveled around my aroused body, intimately. His breath was so warm. His body even more. His cock was dripping. I grabbed it and squeezed it with tenacity. “Please no, I am so close.” I let it go and smiled. His head jumped back on my bulge. His movements got faster, felt heavier. I understood that he was about to cum, but he knew that he could only do that after me. He bit my hard dick, on top of the underwear. It felt amazing. His tongue sneaked inside the little socket and reached my bare skin. With his mouth he got my dick out, while his hands were freeing my balls. He then went on to suck me fiercely, trying his best to make me cum before he exploded. He was successful. The moment he realized I was about to come, he put my dick inside the socket again, and bit it once more. It was so overwhelmingly sensual, I cannot even describe it. He jumped up, simply stroked his cock just once, and exploded on top of the treasured underwear. So fucking hot.

I got my underwear off, cleaned any drop that may have been blasted away, gave it a sniff, and handed it to him. “Congratulations!”

He got hard again. He was so pleased. He told me that he very rarely finds someone that gets so comfortable with, and especially someone that finds such a hot way to help him experience his fetish. I assured him that it was as pleasant for me as it was for him, and that I would gladly do it again in the future.

Up to this day, he has completed many quests and he has won more than a dozen underwear. Most of them are white. Some of them have holes. All of them are musky. But most importantly, I discovered a new fetish that inspire me in ways that I couldn’t imagine before.

Jose, London