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...
LIAM - Chapters 7,8 & 9 (added Wed 2nd July 2025)
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Re: LIAM
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.
Very well written. Looking forward to the next installment.
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Re: LIAM
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...
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...
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Re: LIAM - Chapter 5 & 6 (added Sun 29th June 2025)
This is great! Can’t wait for the next parts! Hope he gets some colorful and printed briefs from Mom
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Re: LIAM - Chapter 5 & 6 (added Sun 29th June 2025)
CHAPTER 7: RAIN STOPS PLAY
I’d been running for about an hour when the heavens opened without warning; the rain was much earlier than had been predicted. My thin nylon shorts and singlet offered no protection whatsoever, and as I’d hoped to finish my run before the rain came I hadn’t bothered with my waterproof running jacket. There was a cafe up road and I thought I’d nip in for a drink before I got completely drenched and wait for a break in the weather before heading home.
A minute later I ducked under the awning of the cafe. By now I resembled a drowned rat and started trying to unpick the material that was plastered to my skin, showing every lump and bump of the few parts of my body that it actually covered.
There was a knocking at the window and I turned to see Liam sitting inside the cafe grinning inanely and pointing at me; before mouthing ‘you wanna cup of tea?’. I nodded yes and gave a thumbs up in reply, and then attempted to wipe the worst of the rain from my arms and legs. Hopefully he was paying as I suddenly realised I didn’t have any money on me.
“I’ve ordered a tea for you mate… your mum said you were going for a run this morning, looks like you timed it bad hey?”
“You’ve seen my mum?”
“Yeah, she was walking into town… off to the Market she said for a ‘bit of shopping’… we had ‘a bit of a chat’ too”
“What did she say?”
“Nothing really mate”
“What did she say Liam?”
“Let’s put it this way… I can tell you’re not wearing any boxers under those shorts!”
“She’s so fucking embarrassing!”
“Nah… she’s cool mate”
“She’s not your mum… you don’t have to live with her!”
“Anyway… listen mate… I gave her a few pointers on what to get you… she said you needed new boxers too… here comes your tea, I’ve paid for it… sorry I can’t stop… I’ve gotta get going, my mum needs me to give her a hand with something”
“Liam… my mum… err… she didn’t say anything else did she?”
“Like what?”
“I dunno… like… erm…”
“Nah… just that you’re always going round at home in just your boxers”
“Fuck off! Like you don’t!”
“Not me mate… oh by the way, I’m going for swim tomorrow down the leisure centre… you up for it?”
“Yeah okay… why not”
“Good… because I asked your mum earlier and she’s going to give us a lift”
“Are you trying to organise my social life? You do know the real reason I went to the other college was to get away from you?”
“Yeah right! Meet you at 6pm later… Duck in the Pond or The Black Horse?"
“The Black Horse”
“I’ll see you there… I’ve finished with the paper… you might as well have a read and wait and see if the rain eases up. Have a look at the TV listings for tonight… program on Channel 4 you might be interested in. So…The Black Horse, 6pm; don’t be late”
“Cheers for the tea mate… anyone else coming out tonight?”
“I’M already out Mark! So that just leaves you babes!”
“In your fucking dreams mate! First you’re discussing my pants with my mum, then you’re arranging for her to take us swimming and now you want to turn a night in pub into a cozy date for two… I’ll bet you’ve arranged that with her too?”
“Well she seemed very happy when I said I’d make sure you stayed off the sambuca… from what she said you didn’t exactly cover yourself in glory this morning, in fact it sounded like you weren’t covered in very much at all”
“LIAM!”
He was out the door before I could say anything more, laughing and waving as he walked past the window. He really is my best mate, we’ve always got along well and can talk about most things but I hope mum hasn’t said too much to him. Some things don’t need to be shared or discussed. Okay… she’s obviously told him she caught me naked this morning, I can tell he thinks it’s funny but fingers crossed mum didn’t say anything more about me; or to be specific… fingers crossed; I hope they weren’t discussing my penis.
The rain wasn’t letting up much so I tried to make the tea last as long as possible. I had a quick flick through the sports pages and checked who was playing who in today’s Premier League fixtures; there were some decent games on so I’d watch Match of the Day after I got home from the pub later… that reminded me…
I picked up and unwrapped the TV guide magazine, most Saturday papers came with one, he’d said Channel 4… let’s see… 6pm, nope; 7pm, nope; 9pm, nope; 10pm, nope; 11pm… hang on… 10pm… ‘Diary of Teenage Nudist’… cheeky fucker!
With the cafe owner staring at me nursing an empty mug and a flicking through a paper I obviously wasn’t reading I decided it was time to head home. The rain had eased and at a decent pace I’d be home in 30 minutes. I was still damp from getting caught in the rain earlier so there was little point in hanging about.
Despite the rain I smiled, Liam really was a cheeky fucker… diary of a teenage fucking nudist! If I was a nudist, I was on a permanent fucking break! Thankfully the shorts and vest currently stuck to me were green; if they had been pink I probably would have been mistaken for one, and been arrested too.
I pictured myself back at home stood on the front doorstep, backlit by flashing blue lights… ‘sorry to trouble you Ma’am, but your son’s been caught flashing… were you aware he isn’t wearing any underpants?’
CHAPTER 8: I SHOULD HAVE STAYED AT THE CAFE
A couple of minutes from home the rain began to get heavier and heavier and as I rounded the corner of our street it really started hammering down so I made a final sprint for home. As I bolted through the garden gate I saw mum shaking out an umbrella under the cover of the front porch.
“You’re soaked Mark!”
“Well it is pissing down mum!”
“Language!”
“Sorry… anyway, how come you’re not soaked? You didn’t take the car”
“I got a cab back… I wasn’t going to walk in this weather. It wasn’t due to rain until later, but hopefully it will pass soon, I want to plant up the hanging baskets later… do me a favour and take those bedding plants round the back, I’ll take the rest of the shopping in and open the back door for you - you’re not walking through the house dripping all over the carpets”
“How much stuff have you bought?”
“Just a bit of food for the week and some other bits and bobs… oh and I got you some new underpants”
“MUM!”
“What?"
“The neighbours!”
“Oh really Mark… right, you take those plants round the back and I’ll get you a towel… I wonder if your sister is up yet?”
Mum did like her hanging baskets but I doubted she’d be doing them anytime soon, the sky was still grey though the rain had quickly eased to a steady drizzle after the last downpour. Still it was early, only 10am, and in summer the weather could be completely different from one hour to the next. The back door opened and mum let me in.
“There’s a towel in the laundry room for you Mark, get those wet clothes off and I’ll get you something to wear… then we’ll have a coffee to get warmed up”
I closed the door behind me, got stripped and started drying off. I could do with a shower but would wait until later and have one before going out tonight. Mum seemed to take a while getting some clothes for me but I wasn’t about to go looking for her. I’m staying right where I am until I’m dressed.
“Come out when you’re done Mark, you can try on the briefs I got for you to wear under your shorts”
“I’ll try them on later Mum!”
“I’ve got your red shorts here now, just try them on and we’ll see if they’re suitable”
I wrapped the towel securely round my waist, triple checked the knot would hold and decided to get this over with. Mum always had us try on new clothes as soon as possible when she bought them, in case she needed to return them; she never did that with underwear though. First time for everything and all that I suppose; at least I’d have my shorts on over them.
“I bet you feel better now, all dried off… your shorts and briefs are on the table… I got you 4 pairs… you don’t have to wear them all the time, just for running… tea or coffee?”
“Coffee please… WHAT ARE THESE?!!!! There’s nothing of them!”
“They’re called tanga briefs Mark, they cover your front and bottom but they don’t have any side material just a narrow waistband… as your shorts are split at the sides, I thought the more full coverage briefs would be no better than boxers. Put them on now and slip your shorts over them, they should be fine but let’s double check”
These aren’t fucking briefs! They’re… I don’t know what to call them - other than obscene! After working out which bit was the front and which was the back I slid them on under my towel and picked up the shorts…
“Take that damp towel off Mark, you’ll get your shorts wet… what Mark?… stop being silly… seriously?… after this morning? You’ve got your briefs on now so don’t worry… now give me the towel”
“Yeah… but there’s not a lot of material if you know what I mean! They’re not like my boxers mum!”
“You weren’t wearing any material earlier!”
“Happy now?”
“They look nice, they’re not too tight are they, do they fit okay? Is there enough room in the front?”
"MUM!!!"
"I'm only asking Mark, I can't tell with your back to me, can I?"
“Yeah they’re…err… they’re fine… are all of them black?”
“Yes, that’s what you asked for isn’t it?… oh good!… you can’t see them under your shorts… turn around for me… lift up the sides of your shorts… they’re perfect… it’s almost like they were made with your shorts in mind… are you happy with them?”
“I wouldn’t go that far… but… err… but I suppose they'll do for running”
“They had some very nice patterned ones in brighter colours if you’d like some different…"
“NO!… the black ones will do Mum!”
“Let me know if you change your mind… well there's no need for you to be flashing anyone anymore when you're out running, is there?”
“I HAVEN’T BEEN…”
“Good… right then, take them off and put them in washing machine, always best to wash new clothes before you wear them. Take those other bags in with you… I got you some new underwear, I just cleared out your drawers to make room for them… some of your old boxers had definitely seen better days… put one on and the rest can go into the machine with your new tanga briefs, I’ll put a wash on after we’ve had a coffee”
I took the bags with me and slipped off my shorts, the tanga briefs actually felt okay but as for coverage… they covered my penis and arse but I was more or less naked otherwise. They made it obvious I had no pubic hair too, and mum must have noticed that when she caught me changing my shorts earlier. I hope she realises I remove my hair and doesn’t think I haven’t started puberty at my age!
I shucked off the tiny briefs and chucked them in the washing machine along with my wet running clothes, the red shorts I’d taken off had got a bit wet on the floor so I threw them in too, and then opened one of the bags…
“MUM!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK ARE THESE?”
“Language Mark!”
“I’M NOT FUCKING WEARING THESE! THEY’RE FUCKING… WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU…”
She burst into the room.
“GET OUT MUM! I’m… I haven’t got anything on!”
“I DON’T BLOODY WELL CARE MARK!… stop swearing, I won’t tolerate it and I won’t tolerate your surly attitude either… pick those bags up and get yourself into the kitchen… NOW!”
“For fucks sake Mum!… just get out…”
WALLOP!
“MUM!”
WALLOP!
“Ow!”
“Get your bottom moving unless you want me to spank you… and I’m not joking, believe you me! You are not too old and as long as you are living under my roof… and you can stop covering your willy, I've seen it Mark, pick those bags up and get in the kitchen”
I wasn’t going to argue… I hadn’t seen mum like this in years; I picked up the bags and shamefully stepped past her into the kitchen.
“STAND THERE!… don’t move and keep hold of those bags. I’m going to make us a coffee, while you think about why you are standing there as naked as the day you were born. I don’t want to hear a single peep out of you until I’ve sat down. If you’re lucky you’ll be dressed before you sister gets down here!”
Her tone coupled with the fact that she’d just delivered two great whacks to my bum, made me obediently comply and so I just stood there, in the middle of the kitchen; looking like a fool holding a carrier bag in each hand either side of me, completely exposed with my small penis jutting forward; pointing towards the hallway and the stairs I so desperately wanted to run to.
Silently, my mother started to make the coffee, filling the kettle with cold water first.
I’d have to wait for it to boil.
CHAPTER 9: HUNG OUT TO DRY
“Right Mark, you can either apologise, put something on to wear and have your coffee, or you can carry on standing there until you’ve learnt your lesson”
“I’M SORRY MUM!!!”
“Sorry for what Mark?”
“For shouting at you and swearing”
“Good - thank you. Now, I have bought you some new underwear and you are going to wear it. Is that understood?”
“Yes mum”
“Excellent… now pick out a pair and put them on”
I did, grateful that I was no longer completely naked but nonetheless still utterly embarrassed by my current predicament and the fact that mum had seen me naked for the second time today.
“In the other bag you’ll find a matching vest, you are going to put that on as well. Then you’re going to sit down and have your coffee”
“A vest?”
“This is not up for discussion Mark, do as you’re told!”
Why has she bought me vests? I wore one for running but that was different…
“Thank you Mark, it looks like everything fits properly. Leave them on and I’ll wash the others, they’ll be dry by tomorrow along with your new tanga briefs, don't forget to wear them if you go for a run in the morning”
“Err… Mum? Why have you bought me…”
“MORNING MUM! MORNING……… MARK!!! What ARE you wearing!?!”
“Morning Laura… kettle’s just boiled”
“MUM??? Why is Mark wearing those!?!”
“Your brother needed new underwear and those are the ones he wanted”
“They’re Y-fronts mum! Where did you even find them?”
“I got them in the Market earlier this morning, Mark was just trying them on… some of us have been up for a while Laura! I’ve already done the shopping and Mark’s been out for a run”
“Mum… no one Mark’s age wears Y-fronts! Jack wouldn’t be seen dead in them and I’d probably dump him if he started wearing them… seriously, I can’t believe Mark would want to wear them!”
“That’s not what Liam told me”
“LIAM!!!!!”
“Yes Mark, I met him this morning on my way to the Market… you can sit down now… but please watch your mouth”
“I’ll just go upstairs and get…”
“Sit down Mark! We’ve seen you in your underpants God knows how many times… just drink your coffee”
“Mum, why were you talking to Liam about Mark’s underpants?”
“Well Laura, to cut a long story short your brother hasn’t been wearing any underpants under his running shorts… fancy that!… as his boxers are longer than his shorts, so I told him he’d need to wear some briefs under them instead and I’d get him a few pairs along with some new boxers as his old ones needed replacing… I got you some new knickers by the way…”
“MUM!”
“What Laura? You’re as bad as your brother! We all know everyone wears underwear, for heavens sake!… as I was saying, I met Liam on my way to the Market, I told him Mark was out running this morning without any underpants on - he was very surprised to hear that - and I was off to buy Mark some briefs and new boxers… well it turns out most of the boys are wearing Y-fronts these days and Mark’s been moaning about still having to wear boxers… the silly boy only had to ask if he wanted some!”
“Err mum? I think Liam was joking… boys are not wearing them and even I doubt Mark wants to wear Y-fronts… though he does look like a super cute little boy… especially wearing them with the matching vest!”
“He looks very nice in them… if that’s what he wants to wear now…”
“Can I ask… were they cheap mum?”
“Well the stallholder did throw in the vests for free… mind you, to get them for nothing, I did have to buy more pairs of briefs than I’d planned on getting for your brother, but they were such a bargain…”
“Oh mum! Sounds to me like he was trying to get rid of them… how many pairs did you buy for Mark?”
“I had to buy 20 pairs but each has a matching vest… half of them are in the next size up for him… and they’re not all blue, there’s navy, brown, red and other colours - they’ve all got different coloured contrast trim, I think they look very trendy…”
“Err… Mum?… did you say you cleared out my underwear drawer!?!”
“I had to make room for your new ones Mark… I just caught the dustmen before they emptied the bins”
“You’ve thrown out my boxers! MUM!!! What am I going to wear?!”
“Your new briefs of course”
“But they are fuc… fricking awful! You know I wear boxers! I can’t wear Y-fronts!”
“Well I can hardly take them back to the market stall… it’s not like buying something at Marks and Spencer… besides the next market day isn't for another month… you’ll just have to wear them… no one will see them anyway”
“This is a nightmare mum! Everyone’s gonna laugh at me! I’m going to my room!”
“You could do with tidying up in there, it’s a right old mess… anyway it looks like the rain has stopped - you can tidy your room and I’m going to tidy up my hanging baskets… is Jack still taking you out later Laura?”
“Yeah we’re going out for dinner in town tonight, probably won’t be home until sometime around 11pm, I’ll give you a hand outside after I’ve had another coffee”
“Thanks Love… are you going to the pub later Mark? Did Liam mention swimming tomorrow? If you see him, remind him we’ll pick him up just before midday”
“Oh… I’ll be seeing him alright but I can’t guarantee he’ll still be able to swim afterwards”
“You leave Liam alone, he’s a lovely boy… he was just having a bit of fun, and honestly no harms been done… you needed new underwear, and now you’ve got some… I think you look very smart in your new briefs and vest, even your sister said you looked cute… you never know, you might have all the girls chasing after you at the pub later… or a certain boy maybe?”
“MUM!!! Liam does not fancy me!…… and you can stop laughing too Laura! This is so unfair!”
“Sorry ‘little’ brother, I just can’t take you seriously when your wearing those… I reckon Liam would love to be here now to see you in them!”
“You were lucky he was wearing those when you came into the kitchen Laura… when he came down here this morning he had nothing on below the waist!”
“WHAT!!!! He wasn’t naked was he!?!”
“MUM!!!!!!!”
“Don’t be embarrassed Mark! Come on Laura, I’ll fill you in while we start on those hanging baskets”
I know someone I’d like to fucking hang; the fucker had hung me out to dry.
To be continued...
I’d been running for about an hour when the heavens opened without warning; the rain was much earlier than had been predicted. My thin nylon shorts and singlet offered no protection whatsoever, and as I’d hoped to finish my run before the rain came I hadn’t bothered with my waterproof running jacket. There was a cafe up road and I thought I’d nip in for a drink before I got completely drenched and wait for a break in the weather before heading home.
A minute later I ducked under the awning of the cafe. By now I resembled a drowned rat and started trying to unpick the material that was plastered to my skin, showing every lump and bump of the few parts of my body that it actually covered.
There was a knocking at the window and I turned to see Liam sitting inside the cafe grinning inanely and pointing at me; before mouthing ‘you wanna cup of tea?’. I nodded yes and gave a thumbs up in reply, and then attempted to wipe the worst of the rain from my arms and legs. Hopefully he was paying as I suddenly realised I didn’t have any money on me.
“I’ve ordered a tea for you mate… your mum said you were going for a run this morning, looks like you timed it bad hey?”
“You’ve seen my mum?”
“Yeah, she was walking into town… off to the Market she said for a ‘bit of shopping’… we had ‘a bit of a chat’ too”
“What did she say?”
“Nothing really mate”
“What did she say Liam?”
“Let’s put it this way… I can tell you’re not wearing any boxers under those shorts!”
“She’s so fucking embarrassing!”
“Nah… she’s cool mate”
“She’s not your mum… you don’t have to live with her!”
“Anyway… listen mate… I gave her a few pointers on what to get you… she said you needed new boxers too… here comes your tea, I’ve paid for it… sorry I can’t stop… I’ve gotta get going, my mum needs me to give her a hand with something”
“Liam… my mum… err… she didn’t say anything else did she?”
“Like what?”
“I dunno… like… erm…”
“Nah… just that you’re always going round at home in just your boxers”
“Fuck off! Like you don’t!”
“Not me mate… oh by the way, I’m going for swim tomorrow down the leisure centre… you up for it?”
“Yeah okay… why not”
“Good… because I asked your mum earlier and she’s going to give us a lift”
“Are you trying to organise my social life? You do know the real reason I went to the other college was to get away from you?”
“Yeah right! Meet you at 6pm later… Duck in the Pond or The Black Horse?"
“The Black Horse”
“I’ll see you there… I’ve finished with the paper… you might as well have a read and wait and see if the rain eases up. Have a look at the TV listings for tonight… program on Channel 4 you might be interested in. So…The Black Horse, 6pm; don’t be late”
“Cheers for the tea mate… anyone else coming out tonight?”
“I’M already out Mark! So that just leaves you babes!”
“In your fucking dreams mate! First you’re discussing my pants with my mum, then you’re arranging for her to take us swimming and now you want to turn a night in pub into a cozy date for two… I’ll bet you’ve arranged that with her too?”
“Well she seemed very happy when I said I’d make sure you stayed off the sambuca… from what she said you didn’t exactly cover yourself in glory this morning, in fact it sounded like you weren’t covered in very much at all”
“LIAM!”
He was out the door before I could say anything more, laughing and waving as he walked past the window. He really is my best mate, we’ve always got along well and can talk about most things but I hope mum hasn’t said too much to him. Some things don’t need to be shared or discussed. Okay… she’s obviously told him she caught me naked this morning, I can tell he thinks it’s funny but fingers crossed mum didn’t say anything more about me; or to be specific… fingers crossed; I hope they weren’t discussing my penis.
The rain wasn’t letting up much so I tried to make the tea last as long as possible. I had a quick flick through the sports pages and checked who was playing who in today’s Premier League fixtures; there were some decent games on so I’d watch Match of the Day after I got home from the pub later… that reminded me…
I picked up and unwrapped the TV guide magazine, most Saturday papers came with one, he’d said Channel 4… let’s see… 6pm, nope; 7pm, nope; 9pm, nope; 10pm, nope; 11pm… hang on… 10pm… ‘Diary of Teenage Nudist’… cheeky fucker!
With the cafe owner staring at me nursing an empty mug and a flicking through a paper I obviously wasn’t reading I decided it was time to head home. The rain had eased and at a decent pace I’d be home in 30 minutes. I was still damp from getting caught in the rain earlier so there was little point in hanging about.
Despite the rain I smiled, Liam really was a cheeky fucker… diary of a teenage fucking nudist! If I was a nudist, I was on a permanent fucking break! Thankfully the shorts and vest currently stuck to me were green; if they had been pink I probably would have been mistaken for one, and been arrested too.
I pictured myself back at home stood on the front doorstep, backlit by flashing blue lights… ‘sorry to trouble you Ma’am, but your son’s been caught flashing… were you aware he isn’t wearing any underpants?’
CHAPTER 8: I SHOULD HAVE STAYED AT THE CAFE
A couple of minutes from home the rain began to get heavier and heavier and as I rounded the corner of our street it really started hammering down so I made a final sprint for home. As I bolted through the garden gate I saw mum shaking out an umbrella under the cover of the front porch.
“You’re soaked Mark!”
“Well it is pissing down mum!”
“Language!”
“Sorry… anyway, how come you’re not soaked? You didn’t take the car”
“I got a cab back… I wasn’t going to walk in this weather. It wasn’t due to rain until later, but hopefully it will pass soon, I want to plant up the hanging baskets later… do me a favour and take those bedding plants round the back, I’ll take the rest of the shopping in and open the back door for you - you’re not walking through the house dripping all over the carpets”
“How much stuff have you bought?”
“Just a bit of food for the week and some other bits and bobs… oh and I got you some new underpants”
“MUM!”
“What?"
“The neighbours!”
“Oh really Mark… right, you take those plants round the back and I’ll get you a towel… I wonder if your sister is up yet?”
Mum did like her hanging baskets but I doubted she’d be doing them anytime soon, the sky was still grey though the rain had quickly eased to a steady drizzle after the last downpour. Still it was early, only 10am, and in summer the weather could be completely different from one hour to the next. The back door opened and mum let me in.
“There’s a towel in the laundry room for you Mark, get those wet clothes off and I’ll get you something to wear… then we’ll have a coffee to get warmed up”
I closed the door behind me, got stripped and started drying off. I could do with a shower but would wait until later and have one before going out tonight. Mum seemed to take a while getting some clothes for me but I wasn’t about to go looking for her. I’m staying right where I am until I’m dressed.
“Come out when you’re done Mark, you can try on the briefs I got for you to wear under your shorts”
“I’ll try them on later Mum!”
“I’ve got your red shorts here now, just try them on and we’ll see if they’re suitable”
I wrapped the towel securely round my waist, triple checked the knot would hold and decided to get this over with. Mum always had us try on new clothes as soon as possible when she bought them, in case she needed to return them; she never did that with underwear though. First time for everything and all that I suppose; at least I’d have my shorts on over them.
“I bet you feel better now, all dried off… your shorts and briefs are on the table… I got you 4 pairs… you don’t have to wear them all the time, just for running… tea or coffee?”
“Coffee please… WHAT ARE THESE?!!!! There’s nothing of them!”
“They’re called tanga briefs Mark, they cover your front and bottom but they don’t have any side material just a narrow waistband… as your shorts are split at the sides, I thought the more full coverage briefs would be no better than boxers. Put them on now and slip your shorts over them, they should be fine but let’s double check”
These aren’t fucking briefs! They’re… I don’t know what to call them - other than obscene! After working out which bit was the front and which was the back I slid them on under my towel and picked up the shorts…
“Take that damp towel off Mark, you’ll get your shorts wet… what Mark?… stop being silly… seriously?… after this morning? You’ve got your briefs on now so don’t worry… now give me the towel”
“Yeah… but there’s not a lot of material if you know what I mean! They’re not like my boxers mum!”
“You weren’t wearing any material earlier!”
“Happy now?”
“They look nice, they’re not too tight are they, do they fit okay? Is there enough room in the front?”
"MUM!!!"
"I'm only asking Mark, I can't tell with your back to me, can I?"
“Yeah they’re…err… they’re fine… are all of them black?”
“Yes, that’s what you asked for isn’t it?… oh good!… you can’t see them under your shorts… turn around for me… lift up the sides of your shorts… they’re perfect… it’s almost like they were made with your shorts in mind… are you happy with them?”
“I wouldn’t go that far… but… err… but I suppose they'll do for running”
“They had some very nice patterned ones in brighter colours if you’d like some different…"
“NO!… the black ones will do Mum!”
“Let me know if you change your mind… well there's no need for you to be flashing anyone anymore when you're out running, is there?”
“I HAVEN’T BEEN…”
“Good… right then, take them off and put them in washing machine, always best to wash new clothes before you wear them. Take those other bags in with you… I got you some new underwear, I just cleared out your drawers to make room for them… some of your old boxers had definitely seen better days… put one on and the rest can go into the machine with your new tanga briefs, I’ll put a wash on after we’ve had a coffee”
I took the bags with me and slipped off my shorts, the tanga briefs actually felt okay but as for coverage… they covered my penis and arse but I was more or less naked otherwise. They made it obvious I had no pubic hair too, and mum must have noticed that when she caught me changing my shorts earlier. I hope she realises I remove my hair and doesn’t think I haven’t started puberty at my age!
I shucked off the tiny briefs and chucked them in the washing machine along with my wet running clothes, the red shorts I’d taken off had got a bit wet on the floor so I threw them in too, and then opened one of the bags…
“MUM!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK ARE THESE?”
“Language Mark!”
“I’M NOT FUCKING WEARING THESE! THEY’RE FUCKING… WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU…”
She burst into the room.
“GET OUT MUM! I’m… I haven’t got anything on!”
“I DON’T BLOODY WELL CARE MARK!… stop swearing, I won’t tolerate it and I won’t tolerate your surly attitude either… pick those bags up and get yourself into the kitchen… NOW!”
“For fucks sake Mum!… just get out…”
WALLOP!
“MUM!”
WALLOP!
“Ow!”
“Get your bottom moving unless you want me to spank you… and I’m not joking, believe you me! You are not too old and as long as you are living under my roof… and you can stop covering your willy, I've seen it Mark, pick those bags up and get in the kitchen”
I wasn’t going to argue… I hadn’t seen mum like this in years; I picked up the bags and shamefully stepped past her into the kitchen.
“STAND THERE!… don’t move and keep hold of those bags. I’m going to make us a coffee, while you think about why you are standing there as naked as the day you were born. I don’t want to hear a single peep out of you until I’ve sat down. If you’re lucky you’ll be dressed before you sister gets down here!”
Her tone coupled with the fact that she’d just delivered two great whacks to my bum, made me obediently comply and so I just stood there, in the middle of the kitchen; looking like a fool holding a carrier bag in each hand either side of me, completely exposed with my small penis jutting forward; pointing towards the hallway and the stairs I so desperately wanted to run to.
Silently, my mother started to make the coffee, filling the kettle with cold water first.
I’d have to wait for it to boil.
CHAPTER 9: HUNG OUT TO DRY
“Right Mark, you can either apologise, put something on to wear and have your coffee, or you can carry on standing there until you’ve learnt your lesson”
“I’M SORRY MUM!!!”
“Sorry for what Mark?”
“For shouting at you and swearing”
“Good - thank you. Now, I have bought you some new underwear and you are going to wear it. Is that understood?”
“Yes mum”
“Excellent… now pick out a pair and put them on”
I did, grateful that I was no longer completely naked but nonetheless still utterly embarrassed by my current predicament and the fact that mum had seen me naked for the second time today.
“In the other bag you’ll find a matching vest, you are going to put that on as well. Then you’re going to sit down and have your coffee”
“A vest?”
“This is not up for discussion Mark, do as you’re told!”
Why has she bought me vests? I wore one for running but that was different…
“Thank you Mark, it looks like everything fits properly. Leave them on and I’ll wash the others, they’ll be dry by tomorrow along with your new tanga briefs, don't forget to wear them if you go for a run in the morning”
“Err… Mum? Why have you bought me…”
“MORNING MUM! MORNING……… MARK!!! What ARE you wearing!?!”
“Morning Laura… kettle’s just boiled”
“MUM??? Why is Mark wearing those!?!”
“Your brother needed new underwear and those are the ones he wanted”
“They’re Y-fronts mum! Where did you even find them?”
“I got them in the Market earlier this morning, Mark was just trying them on… some of us have been up for a while Laura! I’ve already done the shopping and Mark’s been out for a run”
“Mum… no one Mark’s age wears Y-fronts! Jack wouldn’t be seen dead in them and I’d probably dump him if he started wearing them… seriously, I can’t believe Mark would want to wear them!”
“That’s not what Liam told me”
“LIAM!!!!!”
“Yes Mark, I met him this morning on my way to the Market… you can sit down now… but please watch your mouth”
“I’ll just go upstairs and get…”
“Sit down Mark! We’ve seen you in your underpants God knows how many times… just drink your coffee”
“Mum, why were you talking to Liam about Mark’s underpants?”
“Well Laura, to cut a long story short your brother hasn’t been wearing any underpants under his running shorts… fancy that!… as his boxers are longer than his shorts, so I told him he’d need to wear some briefs under them instead and I’d get him a few pairs along with some new boxers as his old ones needed replacing… I got you some new knickers by the way…”
“MUM!”
“What Laura? You’re as bad as your brother! We all know everyone wears underwear, for heavens sake!… as I was saying, I met Liam on my way to the Market, I told him Mark was out running this morning without any underpants on - he was very surprised to hear that - and I was off to buy Mark some briefs and new boxers… well it turns out most of the boys are wearing Y-fronts these days and Mark’s been moaning about still having to wear boxers… the silly boy only had to ask if he wanted some!”
“Err mum? I think Liam was joking… boys are not wearing them and even I doubt Mark wants to wear Y-fronts… though he does look like a super cute little boy… especially wearing them with the matching vest!”
“He looks very nice in them… if that’s what he wants to wear now…”
“Can I ask… were they cheap mum?”
“Well the stallholder did throw in the vests for free… mind you, to get them for nothing, I did have to buy more pairs of briefs than I’d planned on getting for your brother, but they were such a bargain…”
“Oh mum! Sounds to me like he was trying to get rid of them… how many pairs did you buy for Mark?”
“I had to buy 20 pairs but each has a matching vest… half of them are in the next size up for him… and they’re not all blue, there’s navy, brown, red and other colours - they’ve all got different coloured contrast trim, I think they look very trendy…”
“Err… Mum?… did you say you cleared out my underwear drawer!?!”
“I had to make room for your new ones Mark… I just caught the dustmen before they emptied the bins”
“You’ve thrown out my boxers! MUM!!! What am I going to wear?!”
“Your new briefs of course”
“But they are fuc… fricking awful! You know I wear boxers! I can’t wear Y-fronts!”
“Well I can hardly take them back to the market stall… it’s not like buying something at Marks and Spencer… besides the next market day isn't for another month… you’ll just have to wear them… no one will see them anyway”
“This is a nightmare mum! Everyone’s gonna laugh at me! I’m going to my room!”
“You could do with tidying up in there, it’s a right old mess… anyway it looks like the rain has stopped - you can tidy your room and I’m going to tidy up my hanging baskets… is Jack still taking you out later Laura?”
“Yeah we’re going out for dinner in town tonight, probably won’t be home until sometime around 11pm, I’ll give you a hand outside after I’ve had another coffee”
“Thanks Love… are you going to the pub later Mark? Did Liam mention swimming tomorrow? If you see him, remind him we’ll pick him up just before midday”
“Oh… I’ll be seeing him alright but I can’t guarantee he’ll still be able to swim afterwards”
“You leave Liam alone, he’s a lovely boy… he was just having a bit of fun, and honestly no harms been done… you needed new underwear, and now you’ve got some… I think you look very smart in your new briefs and vest, even your sister said you looked cute… you never know, you might have all the girls chasing after you at the pub later… or a certain boy maybe?”
“MUM!!! Liam does not fancy me!…… and you can stop laughing too Laura! This is so unfair!”
“Sorry ‘little’ brother, I just can’t take you seriously when your wearing those… I reckon Liam would love to be here now to see you in them!”
“You were lucky he was wearing those when you came into the kitchen Laura… when he came down here this morning he had nothing on below the waist!”
“WHAT!!!! He wasn’t naked was he!?!”
“MUM!!!!!!!”
“Don’t be embarrassed Mark! Come on Laura, I’ll fill you in while we start on those hanging baskets”
I know someone I’d like to fucking hang; the fucker had hung me out to dry.
To be continued...
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Re: LIAM - Chapter 5 & 6 (added Sun 29th June 2025)
Funny! Mum is very gullible isn't she? Mark may have an interesting night at the pub, perhaps.Briefsboy14 wrote: Wed Jul 02, 2025 5:21 pm
“That’s not what Liam told me”
… well it turns out most of the boys are wearing Y-fronts these days and Mark’s been moaning about still having to wear boxers… the silly boy only had to ask if he wanted some!”
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