LIAM - Chapter 5 & 6 (added Sun 29th June 2025)

[Briefsboy14]

LIAM

By briefsboy14

Copyright 2025 by briefsboy14 all rights reserved

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 1: FOURTEEN

I hated the day I found my first pubic hair down ‘there’, I still remember it clearly. I was 14 years old and it should have been a momentous day, signaling the start of my journey through puberty and navigating towards becoming a man. Instead I recall it as a horrible day. I was devastated by this discovery.

I was stood before the full length bathroom mirror completely nude looking at my reflection, as I had often done over the past 12 months, not quite every day but not far off, I had been waiting for this moment. The door was locked as always, triple checked to be sure; always triple checked before I would disrobe.

I ran my hand across what had previously been my smooth unblemished groin and although I had only found one very fine wispy hair; it felt like I’d been invaded and was outnumbered; it looked completely out of place against my pale skin. I lifted my arms, turned side to side and inspected my armpits to find, much to my further annoyance, a few stray tiny hairs had made an appearance in each pit. They looked equally disgusting, no better than the one I’d found hovering above my penis.

I wasn’t naive. At school we’d learnt about puberty and the changes the body goes through. I’d been looking forward to growing up as I was a bit behind my peers - not exactly a late bloomer for my age but pushing towards the upper parameter or later age range for a boy to start puberty. In terms of height I was a bit short but not noticeably different to other boys at school though a few had shot up in the past few years; my best mate Liam particularly looked like an awkward beanpole - a good foot or so taller than me. I was neither skinny nor fat, just average with maybe a tiny bit of baby fat left.

With puberty only now just starting to kick-in the hair on my arms and legs was still sparse and fairly light in colour which made me look quite hairless. Now that I’d got my first pubic hair I felt overwhelmed. Although self-conscious of my body, I had become used to my immature boyish look that went hand in hand with my lack of development and I can’t really explain why, but for some reason I felt I wasn’t ready for the changes that my first pubic hair announced had started. Determined to remain in control of my body I picked up the pair of tweezers next to the sink.


CHAPTER 2: FIFTEEN

Over the next 12 months puberty continued; albeit at a fairly slow pace. By 15 years old I was a bit taller, by a few inches, my voice had deepened a tad and and I’d lost my remaining puppy fat. I’d even managed to reduce the height gap between me and Liam and it was now down to 8 inches, however I still thought I was 'behind' a lot of the other boys. I gauged my development by comparing myself to the different age groups at school and thought I looked more like the 13 year old boys than I did my contemporaries.

There was one part of me that I was particularly keen to compare but as we had private changing cubicles for PE I never had the chance to check out how I was doing in the trouser department. There were the usual comments among the boys at school about ‘size’ - generally along the lines of ‘mine’s huge / you’ve got a tiny dick / hung like a donkey / pencil dick’ etc etc… but I assured myself it was all bravado or simply boys joshing around, fueled by their own insecurity; if I was insecure about my own size then my mates must be too… or so I thought.

There was no better put down of another boy than referring to the inferior size of his penis and I was mortified whenever it was directed at me, even though they didn't know what size my penis was; in terms of height I knew I was on the short side for my age and had what I’d call an underdeveloped physique, but neither of these things worried me too much and I wasn’t even overly bothered that puberty didn’t seem in any great rush to embrace me but I did have a nagging worry that if my penis was proportionate to the rest of my body then maybe it was small for my age.

Plucking my pubic hairs at 14 with my mum’s tweezers had been fine but I couldn’t keep doing it as they continued to grow, not exactly a bush or wild, but enough that I had progressed to shaving it off every couple of weeks. At 15 I still preferred being hairless, it definitely made what I had look a little bit bigger, and the notion of retaining some control over my body was as strong as it had been when I’d discovered my first pubic hair.


CHAPTER 3: I’M TURNING SEVENTEEN, I THINK I’M TURNING SEVENTEEN, I REALLY THINK SO

My sixteenth year flashed by in a whirlwind of school and working towards sitting my GCSEs. I was fairly bright and had been predicted to achieve A’s and B’s in most subjects but I struggled a bit with Science and Maths. At my mum’s suggestion I began swimming at the local pool and joined a running club to help me de-stress and provide some physical distraction from my studies and, in the end, I was pleased I had taken her advice as I passed all subjects with nothing lower than a B grade - which meant I secured a place at my preferred sixth form college. I’d wanted to get away from my secondary school and fortunately there was a standalone college in a nearby town that did the A-level subjects I’d chosen to study.

It also seemed that along with finishing my GCSE’s, I’d also finished puberty. I’d stopped growing about 6 months ago and was certain I’d hit what would be my full maturity, as some sort of consolation I’d managed to get the height gap with Liam down to 6 inches and I really hoped he’d finished puberty too; I could live with a 6 inch difference; unfortunately it wasn’t the only 6 inches I was lacking.

At seventeen Liam was still my best mate and I often wondered if his penis was bigger than mine, not only was he taller than me but he was broader and more muscular too, he wasn’t a gym rat or anything like that, he just had a bit more meat on his bones. Talking of ‘meat’, mine would never achieve an A or a B grade; and although I still had no reference, I doubted it could even attain a D or an E. Maybe an F?

‘F’ for failure.


CHAPTER 4: FALLING ON MY SWORD

After starting my A-levels I decided to keep up the swimming and running. I’d left the running club but still went for a run once or twice a week after school and also at least once at the weekend, usually in the morning. Though not of legal age, drinking had reared it’s head in my life at this time and my mates and I usually went to a pub on a Friday or Saturday night, flashing our fake ID’s and feeling terribly grown up getting pissed on pints of Stella; these were halcyon days, or halcyon nights; if you prefer.

The pubs we could get served in didn’t care and knew we were underage - we had cash and they wanted it; so long as we weren't being a nuisance we were tolerated. I wasn’t sure what they thought of my mates’ taste in music but we all pumped coins into the jukebox and the regulars seemed happy enough to listen along and let us ‘kids’ enjoy ourselves, no doubt we reminded them of their own youth and the rite of passage that underage drinking holds for 17 year old boys trying to impress any girl that showed a bit of interest.

My own taste in music was rooted in my dad’s old records; Dylan, Cash, The Kinks and loads of obscure stuff from the 70’s and 80’s punk and alt scenes. While my mates we’re selecting Pulp and Blur, I was selecting The Vapors, Elton Motello or Tenpole Tudor - often getting an approving nod from the old men in the pub. For me, music helped to keep the memory of my dad alive.

Some of my mates did actually have girlfriends, others were always out on the pull when we went out and Liam was openly gay - which none of us minded a jot. Admittedly he didn’t go out of his way to make it known outside of our main circle of friends, but he had definitely stepped out of the closet. I was happy to watch my friends trying to pull girls but I left all of that to them and remained on the sidelines.

I wasn’t looking for a one night stand or a relationship, I wasn’t even sure if I was into boys or girls and wasn’t doing much to determine which sex I preferred, though I did admittedly have a bit of a crush on Liam when growing up. I wasn’t looking for any of that for one reason; I still didn’t know how I ‘compared’ and didn’t intend on finding out whilst trying to lose my virginity.

I needed to find out before committing to that act. I was savvy enough to know not to compare myself to the monster cocks in the few porn magazines I’d acquired - straight and gay - but having never seen any of my mates naked, or any male naked for that matter, I was becoming more and more desperate to know if what I had was at least maybe average; I’d settle for average any day of the week.

In a continuing effort to make it look bigger I still kept myself free of pubic hair and once I’d discovered hair removal cream at sixteen, having seen an advert on TV, I’d started to keep my whole body hairless from the neck down. I’d never been particularly or obviously hairy and no one ever commented on my hairless arms or legs when I was at the running club or went swimming at the local pool. I still can’t explain it, but even at seventeen it felt right to denude my body of all hair other than that above the neck. As puberty had ended, having no hair remained in my eyes a very appropriate look.

I wasn’t 14, 15 or 16 years old anymore, I was seventeen. Deep down I knew. Though I struggled to admit it to myself, I knew I wasn’t ‘average’ regardless of how much I’d give for that - the only ‘ten pole’ I had was my dad’s still sealed 1981 single of theirs; ‘Swords of Thousand Men’.

Lucky fuckers; I wish I had a sword, I’d fall on it and admit defeat.


To be continued...

[Robert Brooks]

Loving it so far!

[TeenFan]

Hard to predict where this one is going, along with having no clue how big Mark is when he's hard.
Very well written. Looking forward to the next installment.

[Briefsboy14]

CHAPTER 5: A MORNING TO FORGET

I woke with a slight hangover on Saturday morning, I’d only had a few pints last night but I wasn’t a 'massive' drinker, or what might otherwise be known as a 'lightweight'. Despite my sessions down the pub I was often up and about fairly early at the weekends, unlike my sister who barely made it up before midday.

The alarm clock on the bedside table showed that it was just after 8am. It was due to rain towards the later end of the morning, so although it was a bit earlier than I would usually go for a run, I thought I’d get one in now. A run always helped to clear my head after a session.

When I say I’d only had a few pints last night, that’s true, but I’d also had a couple of shots of sambuca; and when I say I had a slight hangover, that’s not quite so true; I had a terrible headache and felt like shit. I’d soon wish I had passed on the sambucas; they’d been Liam’s idea.

I’d enjoyed my time at the running club, but preferred running alone. It was always a good time to think things through if something was on my mind but with a hangover I really wasn’t thinking straight as I got up and went to my chest of drawers to get my running gear.

I pulled on a singlet; I still wore the club kit, or their ‘colours’, the outfits were a bit embarrassing - very short split sided running shorts and a vest, or singlet as they called it - when I ran at the club everyone wore the same kit so l didn’t exactly stand out; but now I ran on my own I was aware that I was fully exposing my hairless arms and pits and basically all of my hairless legs to all and sundry. The kit wasn’t exactly what boys or men wore for a casual run round the neighbourhood or down the local park, but I wasn’t cash rich so still wore it when running.

I rummaged through my drawers but couldn’t find a pair of shorts so guessed they were probably still in the laundry room, I’d grab a pair on the way out - clean or dirty it didn’t matter to me. I cracked open my bedroom door and listened to check if anyone was up. Satisfied the coast was clear, I left my bedroom and headed downstairs. I wasn’t in the habit of wandering around half naked at home but there wasn’t much point in putting my boxers on as they were longer than my running shorts and I’d only have to take them off again; besides no one in our house got up early on a Saturday.

I walked into the kitchen and flicked the kettle on to make a coffee, before doing so - out of habit - I picked the kettle up to make sure it had water in it, which it did; but with a hangover I didn’t register that it was already warm and I continued through to the laundry room to get my shorts. There was nothing in the laundry basket so I checked the dryer and washing machine but both were empty. Maybe my shorts were in the front room, mum sometimes did the ironing in there and sorted out the washed laundry whilst watching TV.

“Are you looking for something Mark?”

“FUCKING HELL!”

“There’s NO need to swear!”

“SORRY MUM! ERR… WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP?”

“Don’t shout Mark, your sister is still asleep… I thought I’d go early to the monthly Market before it rains later. I’m just making another coffee, did you want one before your run?”

“My run?”

“Yes, I assume you’re looking for your running shorts, I’ve just folded the laundry, they’re here in the kitchen”

“Right… yeah… err… could you get me the green ones?”

“I’m making a coffee Mark, come out of there and get them yourself”

“I can’t Mum!”

“Of course you can, now come and have a coffee with me and we can have a chat before you head out… I don’t intend on chatting to you whilst you’re hiding behind the laundry room door!”

“But… I can’t… err… can’t you just pass them to me… I’m not… it’s just… err…”

“You’re half naked?”

“MUM!”

“Well you are aren’t you? I was just about to get up and make another coffee when I saw my 17 year old son walk past me with his little bottom on display! I didn’t realise we had an exhibitionist living under our roof!”

“I’M NOT AN EXHIB… it’s not like that Mum! I couldn’t find my shorts and I didn’t think anyone was up so I just came down to get them”

“Well seeing as you’re so comfortable wandering around in the nude and if, as you say, you’re not an exhibitionist you can come out now, it doesn’t bother me, and obviously it doesn’t bother you; it’s not the first time my little boy has wandered around in his birthday suit, though in fairness that was quite a while ago! Your shorts are in a pile next to the kettle by the way, if you weren’t so hungover you’d have seen them earlier”

“MUM! Please!”

“Stop being ridiculous Mark!… come out now and get dressed… or are you waiting for your sister to get up so she can get a good look at you too?”

“NOOOO! Oh my God!… you didn’t see… err… did you see… my umm… oh no… you didn’t…please tell me…”

“Mark! I didn’t see your willy if that’s what you’re worried about… and it wouldn’t matter if I did, there was nothing wrong with it when I last saw it and I’m sure there’s nothing wrong with it now. There’s nothing to be ashamed of Mark; besides you just agreed that you are not an exhibitionist, so if you wish to walk around ‘au-naturel’ don’t let me stop you”

“This is so embarrassing! Just don’t look okay? Please Mum! Don’t! Can you at least turn around?"

"Oh, Mark, don't be silly. I'm your mother… I've seen it all before"

That was precisely the problem. It looks the same as when she last saw it.

“I’m sitting at the table, your coffee’s getting cold, so just come out and pop your shorts on and let’s have a chat. I won’t look if it’ll make you happy… okay?”

I stuck my head out of the door and looked into the kitchen, saw the pile of clothes on the counter and mum sat at the table opposite, mug in hand and smiling at me.

“Oh look… I can see his head! Come on now Mark, get the rest of yourself out of that laundry room and put something on! This behavior is very silly and getting rather tiresome… you’re the one who came downstairs half dressed so you’ve only yourself to blame! Anyway… I’m not going to look”

“Make sure you don’t okay!”

Despite mum turning her eyes away from me, I wasn’t taking any chances - I cupped my privates with my hands and dashed over to the pile of clothes, turned my back to her, grabbed a pair of shorts from the pile and awkwardly pulled them on, whilst still covering my diminutive penis with one hand. That was the only advantage of being ‘small’; one hand was more than sufficient for doing that job.

Mum’s seen me in these shorts loads of times and it had never bothered me before, but they really didn’t offer much coverage at all and so I still felt very naked; my legs were more or less completely exposed but it wasn’t my legs that I was worried about. I couldn’t help thinking she could see what I lacked through the flimsy nylon material.

“Well Mark! They certainly match the colour of your face!”

“What?”

“Your shorts… I thought you wanted the green ones?”

“It doesn’t matter Mum!”

“When you ran for the club you had to wear the same colour shorts and top… didn’t you?”

“I’m not running at the club anymore Mum! Look… can we just drop it okay?”

“I was only saying… the green ones would match your vest, you don’t need to be so tetchy this morning Mark... the red ones are very nice too and you look very handsome in them… now sit down and have your coffee before it gets any colder”

I sat down and mumbled a barely audible thanks for the coffee and we sat for a moment in silence, the look on mum’s face told me she’d enjoyed my misfortune; the look on my face told her I hadn’t.

Any other normal Saturday morning I could have wandered around the house naked for a few hours before my mum or my sister got up - and neither of them would have been any the wiser. It’s just my fucking luck the one and only time I stupidly don’t put any shorts or boxers on, my mum’s already up. To add insult to injury; she’s the one that encouraged me to start fucking running in the first place!

Why hadn’t I just put my boxers on before coming downstairs? Why didn’t I think through the possible consequences? I could blame the hangover… I could blame the sambucas… I could blame Liam… actually I am blaming Liam! The sambucas were his fucking idea!


CHAPTER 6: WHY DID I EVER JOIN THAT RUNNING CLUB?

“Well I must say Mark, I didn’t expect the morning to turn out like this… it was quite a surprise when I saw your naked bottom disappearing into the laundry room… but it was a nice surprise nonetheless. I’m just letting you know that if you want to be nude at home you can be, I’m not a prude and, like I said, I’ve seen it all before and I’m sure you’ve nothing to be ashamed of. I just want you to be happy… okay?”

“MUM!!! I don’t want to go around… you know… NAKED!”

“I’m just saying Mark, it wouldn’t bother me and I’m happy to have a chat with your sister about it if you’d like me to… I’m sure she won’t mind either…”

“MUM!!! It was an accident... okay? I didn’t think anyone was up and didn’t see the point of putting my boxers on”

“Why not?… actually Mark… aren’t you going to put some on under your shorts before you go out? There are some in the pile over by the kettle”

“What?”

“Well I mean… well… you do wear something under your shorts when you go out… don’t you?”

“No… err… I can’t... what I mean is… my shorts, my boxers you know… they’re too big, they’d stick out of my shorts so I don’t wear… umm… that’s why I didn’t put any on before I came down to get my shorts, the running ones… like I said I thought no one was up and…”

“Mark! You mean to tell me all this time you’ve been running around outside in your shorts with nothing on underneath? Good grief! You are an exhibitionist!!!”

“I’M NOT! They’re just shorts and they’ve got a lining thing, so…”

“What if someone saw you Mark? What if you had an accident? What would people think at the hospital if you weren’t wearing any underpants? Why didn’t you ask me to get you some briefs or something…”

“I’m not five Mum! No one wears briefs anymore!”

“Of course they do! They wouldn’t make them for boys your age if no one wore them! Stand up for me, let me have a look at your shorts…”

“It’s fine Mum!”

“STAND UP NOW! You really must wear something underneath them… what if your little willy fell out of the legs of your shorts? Not that they’ve got any legs… they’re quite short… it’s fine if you want to be naked at home but you can’t go round showing off to everyone in the neighborhood!”

“I don’t want to be nak…”

“UP NOW! I’m not asking you, I’m telling you… let me have a look at your shorts… GET UP MARK!… God help us if your sister wakes up with all this fuss going on… she’s not a morning person as you very well know!”

“Alright! Alright!… but I’m not wearing briefs Mum!”

“Don’t be so silly… who sees your underwear?”

“Well no one… well only at home… I suppose you and Laura do”

“Exactly, and you’ve been wandering round the house for years in front of me and your sister in just your boxers and it’s never bothered you or either of us. Now let’s see… hmm… you know I never quite realised how brief your shorts really are, the inseam can only be an inch or two at most… they do show off your lovely legs though…”

“MUM! Don’t touch me!”

“Stop acting like a little boy Mark… I was just admiring how smooth they are, you’ve not got much hair on them at all… actually you haven’t got any… I just assumed you had very fair hair but… they’re just like when you were… maybe you are still a little boy! Is that why you still want to run around naked?”

“MUM!!!”

“What? You were happy walking around naked just a moment ago and now you’re getting all embarrassed about me looking at your legs”

“I’m not embarrassed!”

“You sound like you are!”

“Can I sit back down now?”

“Hang on… let me just check…”

“MUM!… fucking hell… what…”

“WILL YOU QUIT BEING DIFFICULT! Stand still… I’m just checking… goodness me!… the sides of your shorts are split all the way to waistband Mark… I can see your willy!”

“WHAT?????!!!!!”

“Well no; I can’t actually see it… but the inner brief of these shorts is only a mesh material and it’s a bit… a bit… oh Mark… err… don’t worry… I’ll have to get you some briefs to wear with your shorts… you can sit down now… and don’t think I didn’t hear you… please do not swear; it’s very uncouth”

“I’m not wearing briefs… can’t you buy me some new shorts… like you know… longer ones and I’ll just wear my boxers… you don’t…”

“Don’t be silly, your shorts still fit you and they’re practically brand new… a few pairs of briefs won't cost that much and will be a lot cheaper than replacing all of your shorts, besides aren’t those the proper ones for runners? You wore them when you ran for the club”

“I just need one new pair of shorts… it’s not like you need to replace all of them!”

“Oh really? One pair? Who does the washing around here? You go running at least three times a week and you think I’ll wash your sweaty shorts every time you’ve been for a run? Money doesn’t grow on trees Mark. You’ve got the proper shorts for running, all you need is the appropriate underpants to wear underneath them. Even one pair of new shorts would cost a lot more than a few pairs of briefs. There’s only one breadwinner in this house and I provide everything for you - including money so you can go out with your mates and get drunk. That’s right… I pay for that too. I’m not going out every Friday night drinking am I?… but you are!”

I’m on a losing wicket here.

“That’s not fair Mum! You know since moving to the new sixth form college I don’t see my mates much during the week anymore!”

“I understand that, but it was your choice to move schools. I know you still need to see your old friends; which is why I give you money for going out. Look, I’m not being unreasonable here… you’ve always worn those type of shorts for running, and no doubt they’ll fit you for a few more years, you’ve got enough pairs to wear in-between me, yes… me not you, doing the weekly laundry…"

“Just one pair of new shorts please!”

"NO MARK! Tell me, why should I spend good money on new shorts that you don’t need just so your boxers won't stick out the legs of them, when you can carry on wearing what you’ve already got with a pair of briefs under them? YOU TELL ME IF I'M BEING UNREASONABLE!”

Silence.

“I’m waiting for an answer Mark”

“Okay fine! Just get some then! But I’m only wearing them with my shorts… just for running!”

“That wasn’t so difficult, was it? You’re seventeen and acting like a child over something as normal as underwear. Briefs, boxers… they’re all the same! I’m sure there’s a stall at the Market that sells them… I’ll see what they’ve got… really you should’ve told me you needed some… fancy running round all this time like an accident waiting to happen! I’m sure lots of boys wear…”

“MUM! Just get something normal okay… please Mum! Black ones or something… nothing too…”

“Don’t worry Mark… they’re only briefs! I’ll get you some new boxers too as most of yours have seen better days… now, when you’re done please pop both mugs in the dishwasher before you go off on your run… and for goodness sake do try and keep your little willy in your shorts, I don’t want the police knocking on the door!”

“MUM!”

“I’m only joking Mark! I’m sure it get’s bigger! I’ll see you later, enjoy your run Love!”

“MUMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!”

“Oh stop being so dramatic! I didn’t see it! Boys and their willies! Getting all shy over if I saw it or not… if you’re going to go round in the nude you need to stop worrying about that!”

How had I got into this mess?

I’m seventeen and mum’s off to buy me fucking briefs! Admittedly my running shorts were rather short but she’d never had a problem with me wearing them before - and she must have known I couldn’t wear my boxers with them?

I got up, put the mugs in the dishwasher and grabbed the other pairs of shorts and singlets from the pile along with a couple of pairs of my boxers, I would put them in my room; I wasn’t chancing a repeat of this morning ever again.

Looking at the shorts, they were a very high and quite revealing cut. I put my clothes back down on the counter and pulled up the sides of the ones I had on, the split did indeed go right to the waistband but the mesh inner brief at least covered my penis. It was obvious something was inside the material but you couldn’t exactly see it.

I really did hope mum hadn’t seen anything, looking down I thought she couldn’t have but then again she’d been at eye level with my shorts… and she had called my penis ‘little’. I hope that’s purely a term of endearment!

I needed to get a move on if I wanted to avoid the rain; put my clean clothes upstairs, grab my trainers and… and… actually… mum was right.

I slipped off my red shorts and reached for the green pair…

“I nearly went without my purse, I’d forget my head if it wasn’t…”

“MUMMM!”

“What’s the matter Mark?”

“I… I… I thought you’d gone!”

“I see you’re going to wear the green ones after all - you'll look very smart out on your run”

“Err… yeah”

“I’ll see you later then… oh, and Mark?… don’t forget to put your shorts on before you go out and now that I’ve seen your willy it’s one less thing for you to worry about, you’re perfect just the way you are. There’s no need for you to be embarrassed about it”

Shocked at her return I hadn’t even thought to cover up.

Fucking sambuca!


To be continued...

[Socalralphboy]

This is great! Can’t wait for the next parts! Hope he gets some colorful and printed briefs from Mom