By briefsboy14
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* * * * *LIAM
By briefsboy14
briefsboy14@yahoo.com
SUMMARY
Mark has almost finished his first year of A-levels and is looking
forward to the summer holidays. Although only seventeen, he also looks
forward to a pint with his best mate Liam at the weekends. The story
takes place at a time when fake ID could always get you a pint
somewhere and is set in the UK.
CHAPTER 11: TWO PINTS AND A PACKET OF BOXERS
Another
night down the pub with Liam and more alcohol consumed… I might go for
a run in the morning as I’d overdone it a bit on the Stella. My running
shorts are now in my room; no more going around nude at home for me.
I’d even wear the tanga briefs mum had got for me, knowing her she’ll
want to check I’m wearing them so better to be safe rather than sorry
after this morning’s humiliations.
I’d been annoyed with Liam
when I got to the pub, but by the end of the night we were laughing and
joking with each other like we normally would. We forgot about briefs
and vests, though I couldn’t fathom why he actually chose to wear them,
and instead we talked about the day’s football results and what we’d do
in the summer holidays. I suggested we look for some temporary work -
get a summer job, earn a few quid; he didn’t appear too fussed though.
Liam seemed to take a shine to the barman, who was maybe a few years
older than us, he was quite good looking - I don’t mind admitting that
- and he was obviously gay too; he was kind enough to play along with
Liam’s fairly tame but less than subtle flirting, but later gently
rejected his advances saying he could tell Liam was clearly infatuated
with someone else which, strangely, made Liam blush.
We had a
quick brotherly hug outside the pub before going our separate ways and
I reminded him we’d pick him up tomorrow around midday.
I
thought about Liam as I walked home. Though I was a bit pissed - as
always I’ll blame Liam for that - three things stood out for me from
the last few hours.
Firstly he looked like he was packing a
fucking joint of beef in his Adidas Tiro bottoms, there wasn’t much
left to the imagination, you just couldn’t miss it - quite literally it
stood out. Secondly, he’d said he thought I’d like to watch some
program about naturists and might find it interesting… was he still
taking the piss because I’d been caught in the nude by my mum?
The third thing was when I’d asked him how he’d feel if his mother saw
him naked; he’d replied ‘it doesn’t bother me’… he should have said ‘it
wouldn’t bother me’. I was a bit too ‘merry’ to work out the
significance of his reply but it did strike me as odd for some reason…
well as much as I could discern what constitutes something being ‘odd’
after a few Stellas… and a few sambucas!
All in all it had
been a good night and walking home I even managed to laugh at the
absurdity of him convincing mum to buy me briefs instead boxers… and it
wasn’t really a surprise that she had; mum loved Liam, was fiercely
protective of him and basically thought butter wouldn’t melt in his
mouth; he told her I wanted to wear briefs but was too embarrassed to
ask for some and she believed every fucking word he said!
I wouldn’t change Liam for the world… even though he could be a bastard at times!
Besides, it was easy to laugh now, as I’d only be wearing briefs for a
week… Mum would give me some money to spend down the pub next weekend,
but I wouldn’t be buying beer with it. I wouldn’t be spending it in the
pub at all. I was going to go shopping instead. I’m still a boxers boy…
I’m just having a week off.
The only slight flaw in the plan
was I’d already agreed to meet Liam down the pub next Friday, so
probably would be spending some of the money on beer… for once maybe,
I’ll just have a couple.
What can I get for you?
Two pints and a packet of boxers please.
Any particular boxers?
What have you got?
Plain, striped, patterned and novelty
Plain please
Two pints and packet of plain boxers coming right up!
I
got a few strange looks as I weaved my way home, I was laughing like a
madman and clearly a bit worse for wear; though I did check more than
once just to make sure my briefs weren’t showing.
Better to be safe than sorry. No one needed to see them!
CHAPTER 12: ANYTHING ON?
“Is that you Mark?”
“Yeah”
“Did you have a good time down the pub? I hope you were nice to Liam?”
“Hi mum… and yes… we’re still friends… anything on?”
“Nothing really… I only put the TV on in the background… I was just
reading the paper, but I think I’m about ready for bed soon… have you
been smoking Mark?”
“No!”
“You smell like you have”
“It’s not me! Everyone else in the pub was smoking!”
The actual truth is I’m what is known as a ‘social smoker’, usually
only when I was having a few pints - this was before smoking was banned
in pubs and you could still smoke inside.
I usually took a
shower when I got home to get rid of the smell, my clothes and hair
generally reeked of smoke having been sat in a small pub with a dozen
or more people chain smoking as they drank. My own cigarette
consumption didn’t help matters.
“I hope Liam doesn’t smoke”
“He doesn’t mum!”
Another lie. He smoked more than I did, which didn’t help either; I could smell our combined smoke on me.
“Go and have a shower and please put those clothes in the washing machine once you’re done”
“I just need to record something first… then I’ll have a shower - before Match of the Day’s on”
“When does the program you want to record start?”
“It’s on at ten”
“Well you’ve got plenty of time to have a shower first… you stink of
smoke… such a filthy habit… it’s only half past nine… I’ll make you a
cuppa when you’re done… it looks like you need one, how much have you
had to drink?”
“Just a couple of pints”
“Why don’t I believe you? Who else was out tonight?”
“It was just me and Liam”
“And everything is fine between you two? No underpants problems?”
“MUM! We’re fine okay… I’ll wear the ones you bought… but only for like
now… I’m gonna have to get some boxers soon, I really can’t wear
briefs, I’m seventeen and…”
“We’re not talking about that
again… not at this time of night Mark… and I can tell you’ve had more
than ‘just a couple’… right, go on… OFF YOU GO!… go and have your
shower now… otherwise the program will have started before you record
it… off you trot… shoo!”
Liam had mentioned the program about
naturism when I had bumped into him at the cafe this morning and it had
come up in conversation again tonight in the pub. I knew he’d be
watching it with his tragically unfashionable Y-fronts round his ankles
furiously wanking off at the first sight of a bit of cock… I was going
to watch it for the same reason… well, not to have a wank, but to
hopefully see some cock.
The TV guide had stated the program
contained nudity, given it was called ‘Diary of Teenage Nudist’ that
was hardly surprising. At long last this was my chance to see how I
‘compared’… I really hoped the main protagonist was a boy; no doubt
Liam was hoping for the same.
“MUM!”
“MUUUUMMMMM!”
“I’m making us a cuppa Mark... I’m in the kitchen… come down here and stop shouting”
Once again today, I find myself back in the kitchen with nothing but a towel to protect my modesty.
“What’s the time mum?”
“Almost 10pm… you’d better go and tape your program… I’ll see if your
new underpants are dry yet, you might have to wear the ones you had on
earlier if they’re not… you can’t wear that wet towel, can you Mark?
You’ll ruin the sofa!”
“I know that mum! I’m not THAT drunk! Don’t worry… I’ll find something to wear”
I quickly found a blank tape, popped it in, pressed record and then
headed back to the kitchen to check on the wet/dry status of my
wonderful new underpants; the ones that I simply couldn’t wait to wear.
Please mummy can I wear the yellow ones! I want to wear the yellow vest
as well mummy! Yeah I know… I was a bit pissed.
“Are they dry mum?”
“Not yet… I’m just doing you a bit of cheese on toast… you didn’t eat very much before you went out”
“Thanks”
“What are you recording? I was looking at the TV guide earlier and
there’s not much on tonight… well nothing really worth watching”
“Just some program Liam mentioned… err… it’s a documentary… he said it might be interesting”
“What channel is it on?”
“Four”
“The program about the teenage nudist?”
To this day, I’ll never know why I answered her question truthfully. I had no problem lying to her about smoking!
“Liam mentioned it did he? Hmm… yes, I suppose it could be quite…… informative”
“Err yeah… he did… but only because he was taking the piss… why did you have to tell him about what happened this morning?!”
“Well it was funny Mark!… and so what if Liam knows? Why don’t we watch the program together if you’re interested in it?”
“I’m not!”
“Then why are you recording it?”
“I thought you were going to bed mum?”
“I’m not really that tired, let’s watch it together”
“I was going to watch Match of the Day!”
“Don’t they repeat that in the morning? You can watch that tomorrow”
“Umm…err…”
“You take the teas through and I’ll bring your cheese on toast…”
“I’ll just go and get dressed…”
“Take the teas in first or I’ll miss the start… I hate not seeing the
beginning of a program… you know how it is… it would be like not
reading the first chapter of a book”
I grabbed the two mugs and turned to leave the kitchen… oh no… no don’t… please… Jesus no!… not here… not now… oh fuck!!!
“Mark! That’s the second time you’ve flashed me your little bottom
today! I’ll pick your towel up for you… please don’t just throw it on
the floor… honestly Mark!… how much did you really have to drink
tonight?”
“MUM! IT SLIPPED!!!! I didn’t throw it!”
“Just take the teas Mark… off you go… they’ll soon go cold if you just keep on standing there”
I scurried off to the front room, being careful so as not to spill the
tea. It wasn’t much of a ‘scurry’, it was more of a slow death march;
my own slow death march.
I put the mugs down and with hands now free, I hastily ‘covered up’ with them.
“Hurry up Mum!”
“Is the program starting?”
“NO!…err… yes… but… just hurry up, I need my towel!”
“Sorry Mark, I didn’t catch that… what do you need?”
“Where’s my towel?”
“Oh look… it’s just starting, sit down and we’ll see what this is all about… here’s your cheese on toast Love”
“MUM! MY TOWEL!!!”
“It was sopping wet so I put it in the laundry room to be washed… I
thought you’d finished with it seeing as you just threw it on the
floor. Like I told you this morning, it’s okay with me if you want to
be nude at home… just don’t leave your clothes or wet towels lying
around all over the place whenever you decide to strip off”
“I DON’T WAN’T TO GO NUDE MUM!!!!! I’ll just nip upstairs and put…”
“Don’t be silly Mark… you’ll miss the start of the program… come and
sit down, you can get dressed when the adverts come on. It was only few
years ago you were still running round naked at the beach!”
“I did not!”
“You did… and it wasn’t that long ago either, besides what about this
morning! You didn’t have any problem with coming downstairs half naked
did you? You’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about and given what this
program’s about, the one YOU wanted to watch, I think you are quite
appropriately dressed… don’t you?”
“I’M NOT WATCHING IT NAKED!”
“We’re missing the start…”, she patted the seat next to her on the sofa… “… NOW COME AND SIT DOWN!”
Hands steadfastly clamped over my penis I somewhat reluctantly sat
down. I could have easily defied her, yet felt compelled to do as I'd
been told, feeling very much like a little boy being so exposed like I
was right now in front of my mother.
I’d never been this close
to anyone whilst naked, no one has even seen me naked beyond early
childhood, and yet I’m now sitting next to my mum with absolutely
nothing on, about to watch TV; specifically to watch a fucking program
about fucking naturism - talk about rubbing salt in the wound! I’d
never have sat down if I had been sober.
I couldn’t wait for
the first part to end, 20 fucking minutes had to be endured and truth
be told, I barely - pun unintended - paid any attention to the program
despite keeping my eyes firmly fixed ahead; just staring at the screen
- my head didn’t move an inch.
Mum kept up a casual stream
of commentary as she was prone to doing. There was definitely a lot of
nakedness on screen, it wasn’t censored, but it hardly registered with
me and I’d forgotten all about comparing my development to that of the
naked boys and men in the program. Any normal boy would have simply ran
upstairs and thrown some clothes on… but I sat there naked for 20
fucking minutes waiting for the fucking adverts.
“I’m quite enjoying this… what about you Mark? It’s on for an hour isn’t it?”
The adverts thankfully started. Unlike mum, I certainly wasn’t enjoying
this and indeed there were another 40 minutes of the program remaining.
At least now I could go and get dressed, even if I had to continue
watching this with mum - I wouldn’t be naked anymore. I stood up.
“I asked if you were enjoying the program Mark?”
“Err… it’s err…… I’m getting dressed… and… err… I’ll make another cup
of tea if you want one…. before the next bit starts… I… I… this isn’t…”
“You’re not really interested in naturism are you Mark?”
“No… Liam just said it…”
“I know Love… but he was just teasing you because of what I told him… so why did you want to watch it?”
“I dunno… I just thought…… well… I dunno…”
“Put your hands down by your sides and let me have a good look at you
now that you're all grown up, I’ve already seen your willy today, so
there’s no need to be shy about me seeing it again, I didn’t really
have a chance to look at you properly earlier… come on Mark… I’m your
Mum, it’ll be okay… I promise… I’m not going to make fun of you… I just
want to see how my little boy has grown up”
I don’t know what
advert was currently showing, but I could hear the tolling of a church
bell; it was the death knell; announcing my own death. Defeatedly, I
did as she asked; finally resigned to my fate.
I was once
again fully exposed, stood naked in front of my mum, with her still sat
on the sofa, my secret was now laid bare for her to see. She would know
once and for all that her little boy hadn’t grown up at all.
”You have become a very handsome young man and I do mean that Mark… I
can see you’re all big and strong now, but you will always be my
beautiful little boy… that is a privilege that every mother has;
whether you are seventeen or twenty-seven or even forty-seven, you will
forever be my little boy. I’m very proud of you Mark and I wouldn’t
want to change anything about you… do you hear me?”
I nodded.
“Good… remember what I’ve just said because I’m going to ask you one
question and I’m not trying to upset or embarrass you okay? Now Mark…
are you worried about the size of your willy?”
CHAPTER 13: THE ‘LITTLE’ ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM
“.…..now Mark… are you worried about the size of your willy?”
She knows what I haven’t got.
“.…..now Mark… are you worried about the size of your willy?”
There’s nothing wrong with her eyesight.
“.…..now Mark… are you worried about the size of your willy?”
What’s the point in pretending I’m not?
“.…..now Mark… are you worried about the size of your willy?”
She’s had a proper good look at it now.
“.…..now Mark… are you worried about the size of your willy?”
It can’t get any worse than it already is.
I nodded; unable to answer verbally.
“Can you look at me Mark?… thank you… there is nothing wrong with your
willy. They come in all shapes and sizes, short, long, thin, thick and
lots of other differences too. If you were actually watching the
program and not just staring at the TV, you’d have seen that for
yourself… those naturists aren’t judging people by their appearance,
it’s about acceptance and body positivity and being confident in your
own self… they’re not ashamed of their bodies because they accept
everyone is different”
“IT’S FUCKING SMALL MUM!”
“It’s not… if puberty has finished and that’s the size of your adult
willy you should accept it and so should anyone else who sees it.
Listen to me Mark, if someone doesn’t want to know me because of the
size of my breasts, it’s not my loss… it’s theirs… your willy looks
perfectly normal to me, and I know as your mother I probably shouldn’t
say this, but it is rather adorable… and I’m sure Liam would say the
same!”.
“MUM!!!”
“Give over Mark! I’ve seen the way
he looks at you… he’s got you watching a program about naturists… he
obviously wants to get your pants off… which is ironic given he
‘helped’ chose your new ones!”
“I WISH HE’D NEVER MENTIONED THIS PROGRAM NOW!”
“Well I’m glad he did and I think I know why he mentioned it to you,
I’m certain it has nothing to do with this morning and what I told him…
let’s watch the rest of it… the next part’s just starting, you can make
the tea during the next break… there’s no need get dressed now and you
don’t need to cover up your willy anymore, just relax… okay?”
For the second time tonight, I sat down beside my mother - completely
nude. Once again feeling strangely compelled to do as I'd been told, I
didn’t rush off to get dressed and I also didn’t bother to ‘cover up’.
I was a good little boy; and good little boys do what mummy tells them.
We watched the next part and Mum resumed her running commentary on
whatever was on the screen; breasts, vaginas, ages and sizes were all
fair game but it was mostly about men’s penis’ - ‘his one looks like
yours, you wouldn’t one that big, that’s a nice one, how does it fit in
his trousers’. At one point a family were shown holidaying at a
naturist campsite in France - mother, father and teenaged brother and
sister.
“Look at that boy Mark… he’s not embarrassed being
naked in front of his parents or his sister… he looks about your age
doesn’t he?… not to mention he’s on TV… I imagine he doesn’t care if
his friends see him, even if they don’t know he’s a naturist… and why
should he be ashamed? He’s a nice looking lad isn’t he? He’s not
worried we can see his willy”
“Well it helps he’s got a big one!”
“I can see yours has got a bit bigger!”
“OH FUCK!”
“Will you please watch your language Mark!… and take your hands away…
you don’t have to worry about having an erection in front of me, it’s
perfectly normal for it to do that at your age, it doesn’t mean
anything, I do understand more about young boys than you give me credit
for! It’s not as if you didn’t have them when you were younger… you
were always…”
“MUM! Stop looking!”
“I’m not looking
Mark, but you have been erect for the last five minutes… it’s very
normal… please take your hands away, I don’t want to see you playing
with it, I’m sure it will go down by itself in a bit…”
“MUM!!!”
“Move your hands Mark… it’s just a willy… and I will say you really have nothing to worry about… you’re obviously a grower”
“MUM!!!!!….… WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING? MUUUMMM!”
“I’m not… you must know that the size of a soft little willy doesn’t
tell you anything about how big it can get… I’m not laughing at you…
it’s just been a funny evening, but a very nice one too, just think we
wouldn’t be chatting about your willy if I’d gone to bed!”
“Umm… err… do you think it’s small? I know it is… you don’t have to lie…”
“You’re seventeen Mark, it might get a bit bigger but if it doesn’t, it
doesn’t… you’ve got plenty to work with, trust me… I’m sure you’ll make
someone very happy one day, you have more than enough to satisfy…”
“I DON’T WANT TALK ABOUT SEX MUM! JESUS CHRIST!!!”
“Alright Mark… I’m sure tonight has been ‘hard’ enough for you without talking about…”
“MUM!”
“I’m sorry… that was a ‘little bit’ below the belt!”
“MUM!!!”
“I’m not making fun of your willy Mark, honestly I’m not… tell me
something, why have you removed your pubic hair? To make it look
bigger? Is that why?”
“Umm… yeah… sort of… I don’t like… you know… it’s…”
“It’s your choice if you want to do that, some of the men in the
program were shaved, not everywhere like you, but I think you look very
nice like that… it suits you… still my smooth little boy! If you want
me to buy your hair removal cream for you, just tell me when you’re
running out and I’ll add it to my shopping list”
“You… err… I mean… you noticed… I mean not today… like…you know… you noticed before?”
“Yes… I knew before today Mark… you really do need to tidy up more
after yourself… if you leave things in the bathroom after you’ve used
them, I’m going to find them. Would you like me to get it for you, now
that you know that I know you prefer being hairless?”
“The cream?… but it might have been Laura’s…”
“I’m your mother, I know everything Mark! Your sister hates the stuff
and so do I, it smells worse than stale cigarette smoke… and while
we’re being honest with each other… I know you smoke… could you please
empty your pockets before you put your dirty clothes in the laundry
basket! I shouldn’t have to do everything for you”
“Sorry! But… err yeah… could you get me some more of the cream please… I… it’s just…”
“I’ll get you the special cream for men… it will probably be better if
you use that rather than what you’ve been using, especially around your
willy… you didn’t know you could get that did you?”
“Really?”
“Yes really Mark! Now… I do hope our little chat has helped, you don’t
need to be worried about your willy, I do really want you, and your
sister, to be happy and please know you can always talk to me about
anything… anything Mark… don’t be shy… when Liam had a problem with his
foreskin a few years ago he wasn’t afraid to come and speak to me about
it; he even asked me to have a look at it…”
“WHAT!!!!! Liam???? You’ve seen his… his…”
“Yes Mark, he has a very nice willy too, even after he was… err… right…
the adverts are on now! Come and help me make the tea, it’ll take your
mind off your willy, it’s got big again… as I said it’s quite normal at
your age for that to happen”
She picked up the empty mugs and
I followed her to the kitchen with my penis pointing forward like a
heat seeking missile… or a tea seeking one… why bother covering up now?
She’s seen everything. I’m too pissed to think straight but I know I
could do with another sambuca right now… and what about Liam? Showing
his penis to my mum? What the fuck! What’s next? Maybe I’ll ask Laura
to have a look at my penis?
“Flick the kettle on Mark”
I froze.
“Mark?… I asked you…”
The back door had opened. I won’t need to ask Laura to look at it…
“Hi Mum… are you making tea?”
“I am… how was your evening Laura?”
“MARK!!! WHAT THE??? You’re, you’re… you’re…”
… there’s no need to ask, she’s already seen it.
“He’s
naked Laura… your brother’s naked and has an erection - there’s no need
to make a song and dance about his nudity, he’s just putting the kettle
on for a cuppa. We’ve been watching a program about… oh hello Jack!”
“Hello Mrs Holt… funny looking Y-fronts Mark… and you don’t normally look so excited to see me”
“Make sure there’s enough water in the kettle Mark, I’m sure Jack would like a cup…”
I didn’t hear the rest of what she said.
I bolted for the stairs.
This was going to haunt me forever, elephants never forget; not even little ones.
To be continued…