Saturday Afternoon Shame

[NickTwisp]

I was 17 and a senior in high school when this happened:
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After lunch on a rainy Saturday afternoon, I rode my bicycle over to my best friend David's house. He told me he was joining 3 other guys at a nearby school field for a game of touch football and asked if I wanted to join them. I thought it would be fun so I agreed.

It had been raining off and on and the grass field was wet and muddy. In the course of the game I fell a few times, getting my jeans & sweatshirt quite damp with patches of mud on them. We broke up the game around 3:00 pm when it began raining steadily. I rode my bike back to my house and entered through the adjoining 2-car garage which also contained a laundry area. My mother heard me enter and opened the door which led into the kitchen. She took one look at me and exclaimed, "Nick Twisp, you are not entering this house in those muddy clothes and shoes. Take everything off and leave your clothes next to the washing machine."

I took off my jeans, shoes, and sweatshirt to do as Mom asked. This left me in just my socks and underpants. For some reason that morning, I had chosen to put on some old white briefs with some minor holes in them; by this stage I normally wore boxer-briefs. Somehow on a Saturday I enjoyed wearing some old white briefs.

As I entered the kitchen, I could hear my father and Mr. Weinglass laughing in the livingroom. Mom told me that their usual Saturday golf game had been cut short by the rain but not before enjoying the traditional "liquid lunch" on the "Nineteenth Hole Bar/Restaurant." With a disgusted look on her face, Mom then stated, "And now your Dad has mixed up a pitcher of Manhattans, and Mrs. Weinglass who picked them up at the golf course is in there too. Moreover, your classmate Susan (their daughter) has been given a glass of wine, which I don't approve of."

With despair, I moaned, "Can't you find me a towel? I'll have to walk through the livingroom in my underpants in front of them otherwise." With obvious annoyance, Mom replied, "Listen Nick, just get on with your shower, I don't have time right now for your nonsense."

My entrance into the room was greeted by uproarious laughter. However, I did notice that the pitcher of Manhattans still had some left. I had never had any alcohol up to this point, save a beer or two snuck out of my buddy David's refrigerator. There was also an unused cocktail glass sitting next to the pitcher. I wondered what my Dad would do if I just helped myself. Timidly I edged over nearer to the bar set-up. Dad noticed and just laughed, "Go ahead, Nick, you're old enough to have a drink with us." So, I poured the remaining mix into the glass which just about filled it up. Wearing only my underpants, I sat on a chair opposite Susan and enjoyed my first-ever cocktail.

Mom had now entered the room and was very displeased by Dad allowing me to drink. But like everything else in the Twisp household, what Dad said was law even if Mom objected. As I sipped the drink, I steadily became less embarrassed over my undressed state. After another sip or two, I began to wonder why I had to even wear the underpants, since I'd have to take them off anyway before showering. At some point I turned to Susan and said, "You know, I'm going to take my underpants off before I go upstairs and shower." She giggled and said, "Go ahead, Nick, I've already seen you naked in the past." Dad heard this and encouraged by saying in a kind of slurred voice, "Yeah, Nick, bare-ass after you finish that drink!"

I put the empty glass down and somewhat unsteadily rose to my feet. With the glow of the alcohol in force, it seemed perfectly reasonable to strip off my underpants before ascending the half-flight of stairs to the bathroom I shared with my sister. Turns out she and the younger Weinglass daughter, Bethany, were in her bedroom playing some board game.

I stood there and kind of edged over nearer the stairs, contemplating my next move...
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>To be continued>

[NudeBaG]

This should be good

[NoUserName0]

Great story, I liked how you owned the room

[NickTwisp]

Part II
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Mom had gone back to the kitchen and my father had more-or-less passed out on the couch. Mrs. Weinglass looked over at me as I stood in my underpants by the stairway. With no one to stop her, Susan had gone over to the bar set-up and poured herself another glass of red Merlot wine. Mrs. Weinglass looked over at me and said, "I certainly didn't expect to see you in your underwear this afternoon." Susan took a sip of her second glass of wine and said, "Oh mother, this is nothing new. Bethany and I have seen Nick totally nude when we stay over here." Mrs. W looked accusingly at her daughter and replied, "How exactly does that happen?"

Susan then added, "Among other things, he walks down the hallway from his room to the bathroom bare-ass naked. We've both seen his penis many times." Mrs. Weinglass replied, "Susan you're supposed to be saving yourself for eventual marriage, not viewing your male
classmates naked." Susan countered with, "Oh Mom, I'm not interested in Nick in THAT way. Anyway, he's probably gay."

I was really annoyed at this point. Now my alleged sexuality was being discussed. I walked over to the set-up and poured myself a glass of Merlot. I took two sips and almost immediately felt the effect. All sense of embarrassment was dissipated by the alcohol. It no longer mattered if I wore any clothes around these people or not. I lowered my underpants and they dropped to the floor. Susan laughed, Mrs. Weinglass kind of gasped, and Mr. Weinglass just smiled and said nothing.

At this point my sister and Bethany came down the stairs. I was standing in the middle of the livingroom naked with a glass of wine in my hand. Bethany laughed and said, "Your brother is naked again." "That's nothing new," my sister replied.

For some reason, my penis began to get partially stiff; it must have been the entire situation causing this to happen. I glared at Susan, feeling emboldened by a few more sips of wine. I grabbed my penis, which went to full erection, and pointed it towards Susan. "Here, you think I'm gay, perhaps you want some of this?"

Susan just laughed and replied, "Fuck off. Go upstairs, Nick, take your shower and jerk-off like you usually do." With that I turned around, headed for the stairs, and placed one hand on the railing and the other on my erect penis. As I slowly ascended the stairs, I used my other hand to stroke my stiff penis. Later on, I remembered that I had actually begun to masturbate while still in view of the girls and Mr. and Mrs. Weinglass.

As I entered the bathroom, the last thing I heard was Susan saying to my sister, "Your brother is an idiot sometimes, but I'd be lying if I claimed never to have thought of letting him fuck me."

After my shower I returned to my bedroom, put on a tracksuit that my Grandparents had given me for Christmas, and laid down on my bed and fell asleep. My sister woke me up around 7:00 pm and said that dinner was ready. It was a quiet dinner with the Weinglasses. No one said much of anything. Mr. and Mrs. Weinglass left around 9:00 pm, leaving their two daughters to stay the night with us. Nothing was ever said about what went on that afternoon. Turns out my father didn't even remember much of it and Mom had missed the worst part (or best depending on POV). I did tell the story to David the following week. His response, "You should have just gone for it, Nick."