Benedict's Bulging Briefs, Chapter 1
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This edition has been slightly revised. Enjoy!
Benedict Johnson was a talented boy and though he didn't think so he was handsome too. He was popular at school, he was after all Head Boy, and made friends easily. His only major problem, he felt, was that he was gay and as yet still a virgin. The love of his life, though the object of his desire did not know it, was Simon Jones who was in the same Form as him at school. Little did he know that his life, in this his final year at school, was to change quite dramatically.
Benedict, known to his friends as Ben, was 17 and in the upper sixth at his local comprehensive. He was Head Boy and if all went well would be going down to Oxford to read Modern History next year. He was tall, 6'2", boyishly smooth skinned and slim, with sandy blond hair (cut in the style of his number one dream-lust Michael Owen), blue eyes and he possessed an open, engaging smile. Ben's father was a solicitor and his mother a doctor, he had a younger brother, Dominic, aged 14, and a sister, Sarah, aged 12. He got on with his family well though he fretted about them discovering he was gay. So far, for appearance sake, he had managed a string of casual girlfriends but his heart wasn't in any of them. Ben was bright and witty yet in many ways charmingly innocent - that would soon change.
Today was Wednesday and that meant PE. In the Upper Sixth, PE was still compulsory and that meant one session a week, though things were pretty relaxed and some people opted to play chess or whatever for their recreation rather than exert themselves too much! Benedict was a keen sailor, his father kept a small boat, and swimmer though he also enjoyed footie and it was football that he normally played on Wednesday's until athletics took over in the summer.
One of Ben's consuming passions, not to say lusts, was seeing guys in footie kit, the silky shorts especially were a major turn on for him and PE was one of his favourite times for indulging in his secret desires. The changing room afterwards was always the most longed for moment, hot sweaty young bodies stripping off kit, laughing and joking, musk filling the air, displaying cocks nestling in slightly damp briefs and boxers that clung to mushrooming cockheads and silky shafts. If there was one thing that Ben liked more than shorts it was boxers and briefs and a few brave souls even took to wearing lycra cycling shorts or jocks under their shorts though to much joking and mocking. Then it was off into the showers; all hot water and steam, with pink flushed young bodies exhibiting cocks and pubes, arses and thighs, of all shapes, sizes and colours. Such moments of stolen furtive glances to be later played and replayed in the mind's eye during a wanking session were food and drink to Ben. The fear of being discovered, noticed - his cock giving him away, added extra excitement though so far, because of fear he guessed, his cock had `behaved' and not let him down.
All these thoughts ran through Ben's mind as he got dressed for school. His hands reached for a drawer and he selected a pair of white CK briefs, recently purchased, and slipped them through his feet and up over his slim honeyed thighs. He paused as he always did to look at himself in the mirror aware, as ever, of his imperfections (though others couldn't see them). He thought himself too thin, lacking in body hair and wished his cock were bigger. Soon the sight and feel of his cotton covered cock nestling in its basket caused his penis to stir and edge its way up and left inside his briefs. Ben paused to stroke himself gently and as his cock swelled to its full 61/2 inches of hot young boymeat he pressed down on the cloth around his penis, shaping the briefs, exaggerating its outline and form. He considered returning to his bed for a wank but decided to wait until after school when he would have more time to enjoy himself, the images from PE fresh in his mind. So he quickly dressed, his cock subsiding. He put on his uniform of black trousers, grey socks and black Kickers, white shirt and 6th Form blue tie with red and white thin stripes, and hurried down to breakfast. Finishing his breakfast he popped on his dark blue school blazer and headed off to school.
Uniform was still compulsory at Benedict's school and though many of his friends professed to hate it he wasn't really bothered. In fact he was glad they still had to wear uniform as many of the guys at school looked dam sexy in it! A particular favourite was when a boy had obviously grown out of his school trousers, his mum making economies he presumed. The shiny black material displayed bulging cocks `n balls or sexy bums with (and this was absolutely the best!) a clear line of briefs running underneath and stretching over a hot ass cheek.
As usual Benedict walked to school, it was just over 10 minutes from home, and also as usual he called at his best friends house to walk with Simon. Simon only lived in the next street ("the next avenue", his mother would have corrected him) and having picked up Simon the pair chatted and gossiped on their way to the school. For Ben it was like walking on air. He had desired Simon for the last two years and being with him was always the high point of any day. Simon's looks, his smell, the way he moved, talked and acted were all seared upon Benedict's memory. He was smaller than Benedict at 5'9", with jet-black curly hair cut short and gelled, with dark hazel eyes and a sharp jaw and cheekbones. His complexion was smooth like Ben's though olive in colour and he was slim yet muscled, with a blossoming six-pack that Ben wanted to lick and rest his head upon like a pillow. The school changing rooms had revealed a tight firm arse and a lovely uncut cock resting on what seemed to be the biggest balls Ben had ever seen (Simon was of course mocked and called "big balls" whenever he changed) all this crowned by a luxuriant black pubic bush. The pair soon met up with other friends and entered registration before heading off to their differing classes -- Ben was basically Arts & Languages, studying A-level History, English and German; while Simon was Sciences, studying Maths, Physics and Chemistry. If all went to plan Simon was due to go to Imperial College, London to study Chemistry next year.
The day wore on and, for Ben, the school bell signalled the end of the afternoon break and the beginning of the last period: an hour of PE. Ben jostled along with everyone else into the changing rooms and started to change into his PE kit of white T-shirt, a Reebok, and blue Adidas shorts along with white socks and footie boots. As he did so he stole glances at the other boys changing and especially at Simon changing next to him. Simon he noticed today was wearing a pair of powder blue briefs from M&S and he looked particularly sexy in them, "have to remember that later" he thought.
"Right lads" shouted a strange voice "no footie today so into trainers with you, we're off for a run today".
Mr. Davies the PE teacher was, it transpired, away today and the supply teacher had obviously decided on a cross-country run.
"Shit" said Simon I hate running.
"Its not that bad" said Ben in reply "we can have a laugh".
To general moans and jeers the lads changed into trainers and filed outside.
"Right" said the teacher "you'll go off in pairs and I'll time you, its getting time for the race season soon and Mr Davies asked me to check you out for speed and stamina".
Ben didn't mind running and fancied a chance to jog along with Simon, perhaps occasionally falling behind him to check out that pert bum of his. The teacher however had other ideas and paired the boys off at random. Ben was given Nick Travers as his partner.
Ben didn't know Nick very well as they mixed in different circles. Nick was struggling in his A-levels and was a bit of a `jack the lad'. Ben had often seen him pissed in town on a Friday night and he heard that he was into drugs every now and then. What was good about Nick as far as Ben was concerned was the way he looked -- short cropped auburn hair and blue eyes in a compact boyish frame of 5'7". He remembered Nick was a brief wearer (such information was routinely filed in Ben's memory) though he hadn't seen him changing today so what type and colour was anyone's guess. Not that Ben expected to find out on the run but he just loved to know what was underneath a particular pair of shorts or trousers. Nick and Ben exchanged "Hi's" and agreed the teacher was an asshole and set off on their run.
The pair soon entered the woods that ran along the rear of the school and Ben was just thinking of catching up with Simon who had set off earlier when Nick halted.
"What's the prob?" asked Ben.
"Bollocks to this" said Nick "wanna know a secret?"
Nick apparently knew a place in the woods nearby where they could chill out before emerging onto the home stretch of the return path at the right time.
"Why not?" thought Ben, after all it was a lovely warm late September day and chilling out was a chance to do something different apart from getting to know studpuppy Nick a little better.
Nick quickly led Ben to a secluded spot off the path and emerging from the trees they two boys entered into a small grassed clearing that was filled with sun and warmth.
"Cool" said Ben, "great place how did you find it?"
"Copping off a run last year" replied Nick, "its just the thing to avoid all that running".
"But you're in good shape" replied Ben "what's the hassle?"
"Don't mind working out, just hate running," said Nick.
So the boys lay down and soaked up some sun. After a couple of minutes Nick sat up and stripped off his white T, a Nike, and started rummaging in his blue Nike shorts before producing a cigarette and small lighter.
"Don't mind?" said Nick,
"No, your health" said Ben who had received countless lectures from his GP mother on the dangers of smoking, besides thought Ben it was great to look at Nick's chest.
Nick had large deep brown nipples and a fine 6-pack that from the navel down held just a wisp of light coloured hair disappearing into his shorts. The shiny shorts were a real turn on for Ben, and if one concentrated hard the faint outline of the cockhead was just discernible. Ben asked Nick where he had hidden the cigarette and lighter.
"In my pants" said Nick "once I realised we were going on a run I whipped `em outta my blazer."
The thought of a cigarette and lighter nestled in Nick's briefs was surprisingly erotic for Ben and he felt a warm stirring in his groin. Nick finished his cigarette and turned to Ben, rather sheepishly thought Ben, though the boy seemed somehow excited too.
"Can I ask a special favour?" said Nick uncertainly, "and promise you won't tell anyone about it?"
Ben looked at Nick for a moment and said "sure" wondering what all this was about.
"Close your eyes then" demanded Nick, and after a bit of arguing too and fro Ben agreed, though he was apprehensive, wondering what trick Nick might play and yet excited too, and his cock was slowly but definitely stirring.
So Ben closed his eyes and received the shock of his young life.
With his eyes closed Ben was suddenly overwhelmed with two new experiences - a boy put a hand to the back of his head and leaned forward and kissed him and, at the same time, another hand groped his basket, grabbing his cock and kneading it in his shorts. In the time it took to disengage and sit up, due to the shock more than any sense of revulsion, the hand at his shorts was met with his rock hard manhood.
"What the fuck?" said Ben, his senses reeling from the experience, the fleeting taste of Nick's lips, the feel of a hand at his cock, he was more nervous than he had ever been, yet more hopeful too.
Nick looked at Ben, his hand still at Ben's groin "Christ Ben," said Nick, "I've being dying to do that for ages you sexy bastard."
"But" stammered Ben.
"Look!" said Nick quickly, hurrying his words, "if you want no more that's fine and I'm sorry. But please, listen. You don't have to do anything but lie there. You don't have to touch me. I don't know when you last got off but I'm fucking dying to suck your cock. I've waited for the chance to do this for yonks and this is it. My mouth and your silence Ben - what you gotta lose? Your cock's stiff and begging for it for fucksake!"
"Like yours" said Ben, for even though he was wearing briefs under those shorts it was evident that Nick was packing a raging hardon.
"Nick, I don't know what to say, I've never…" said Ben before Nick quietened him with a finger to his mouth.
Pushing him back down to the grass Nick kissed him again. This time Ben opened his eyes and his mouth and the two hot young studs licked and tasted each other’s tongues and lips, exploring mouths. Nick slipped his body up onto Ben and ground at his cock with his own hot meat, the two packages slipping and sliding against each other in shiny nylon shorts. Tentatively at first then with increasing boldness Ben put his hands to Nick's bum, stroking it, tracing his fingers over the line of briefs encased in the soft silky material. Feeling the firm ass cheeks, he kneaded Nicks buttocks and would have heard moans of pleasure emanating from Nick had they not been drowned out by his own grunts and the fact that he was no longer in his own body but somewhere else, heaven, paradise perhaps?
Nick continued to kiss Ben passionately. It was obviously Ben's first experience and in the time available Nick resolved to give him something to be remembered and, who knows if he was lucky, perhaps repeated. He worked his right hand in between their bodies and started to massage Ben's mound of hot pulsing flesh. The feel of the boy's cock encased in shorts was surprisingly sexy and Nick continued to stroke at his friend's cock while using his other hand to pull up Ben's T-shirt. Then he lifted himself off Ben and pulled down Ben's shorts to reveal a trail of golden blond boy down leading into a pair of bulging hot white CK briefs. The engorged shaft and head were clearly visible through the thin white fabric, which was made more transparent by the precum Ben was now freely leaking. He then reached for the waistband only to find Ben's hand pulling him away.
"No," pleaded Ben breathlessly, "if we're gonna do this I want to keep `em on. I've always wanted to cum in my pants with a guy. You've gotta keep quiet too!"
"Oh fuck," said Nick, "maybe next time" and in saying this he quickly pulled down Ben's briefs to under his balls and attached his mouth, limpet like, around Ben's cock.
Ben was way too far gone to argue (though part of his mind already raced ahead to the promised "next time") and instead put his hands to Nick's head and thrust his cock deep into Nick's mouth. Nick was caught unawares by the oral assault as he attempted to assimilate Ben's sweaty tangy boycock and he almost choked.
"Hang on a mo" he cried as he popped Ben's cock out of his mouth "you'll be done before I'm started."
Ben relaxed a little, stroking his friends hair as Nick went to work on his cock, licking it, teasing it, sucking down the long shaft and then upto the meaty helmet. While continuing to suck on his cock Nick gently cupped and fondled his friend's full almost hairless balls and with the other stroked Ben's magnificent Calvin covered ass. The sensation of hand on cotton cheek bringing pleasure to both. Ben was beginning to buck wildly, losing all control as his senses concentrated upon the pleasure centred in his youthful penis.
Nick knew that Ben was already getting near and so taking a deep breath gently slipped Ben's painfully hard 61/2 inches down his throat. Ben knew that now was the right time and holding his friend's head steady in his hands he started to jerk and thrust with increasing power. Nick was in seventh heaven as Ben face-fucked him; each thrust buried his nose deep into Ben's raunchy pubes, his lips battered by the violence of Ben's frenzied assault. Nick grabbed each of Ben's buttocks and pulled him towards him as if trying to consume his new friend. Ben's balls and briefs were soaked in the thick saliva and precum drooling from Nick's bottom lip. Nick suddenly felt Ben tensing and knowing what he was about receive (for which he was truly grateful) he dug his nails deep into Ben's virgin ass cheeks.
"Aghhh, errrr, uurr" grunted Ben in animal fashion as he emptied his load of virgin hot boycream deep down Nick's throat.
Although Ben held him tight, Nick managed to pull off Ben's cock just enough to allow the young stud to empty the remains of his thick salty jism straight into his mouth. Nick's mouth was soon overloaded by the previously pent-up streams of Ben's life giving essence and even though he did his best to swallow the whole wad, a rope of cum was soon running copiously from his lips to congeal in Ben's balls, briefs `n pubes. The two boys parted and lay back in the grass, breathing heavily, the film of sweat on their bodies glistening in the late summer sun.
"Fuck!" panted Ben, "Err, I mean thanks Nick".
"Anytime hot stud" replied Nick.
A thousand thoughts were rushing through Ben's mind ... he had finally done it! ... Had sex with a boy.... Christ it was good ... somebody actually fancied him.... Had wanted him for ages.... Nick thought him sexy could others too? ... Perhaps, please God, Simon???!! ... And, of course...
"How long have we got?" Ben said hurriedly.
"Err, just over 10 minutes before we need to get back" said Nick.
"Right Nick, my turn!" cried Ben and he plunged his face deep into Nick's groin.
The first thing to greet Ben was the smell, Nick was all hot sweaty boy musk and Ben inhaled deeply burying his face into Nick's shiny nylon shorts. The next thing that Ben noticed was the heat being generated by Nick's cock he could feel it through his shorts even! He briefly rested his cheek against the throbbing bulge before finally sinking his mouth over the cockhead to gently flick at it with his tongue.
Nick inhaled, gasping, and Ben emboldened was soon licking down the shaft and soaking his friends shorts, tasting the cock underneath, knowing, instinctively, that the next layer would be even better. He gently parted Nick's legs and put his hands up the inside of each thigh, up under the shorts too the prize that awaited him. The feel of the nylon shorts on the back of his hand and the hot cotton covered cock under his fingers meant that Ben was raging hard again already. He massaged Nick's swollen cock, teasing him before finally deciding that due to the time he better get on. He pulled the shorts away and almost swooned with pleasure, Nick was wearing a pair of skimpy worn pale yellow cotton briefs that were grotesquely swollen, the tip of the penis being clearly visible as it strove for release at Nick's right thigh. So worn and thin was the cotton that it might have been transparent, so stretched was it by Nick's imprisoned and evidently circumcised cock. Ben reckoned that it was at least 6 inches, probably more, as he lowered himself to pleasure the pulsing flesh. Starting at the balls Ben moved up the shaft, bathing cock `n briefs in his saliva. He had been right, the taste and smell were much stronger, saltier, tangier altogether more overpowering and just what he had dreamed about.
Nick had been sucked before but never in his briefs and the experience of being so pleasured and yet constrained was really turning him on. He desperately needed to get his cock out and down Ben's throat yet how could he abandon this new and powerful experience? The wet clinging cotton moving across his glans, as stimulated by the action of Ben's mouth and hand, was driving him wild. Added to the pleasure was that Ben's other hand was vigorously caressing his arse through his briefs and that too was something no else had done to him. At this point Ben adjusted Nick's briefs; he pulled them out and around the swollen cockhead and finally swallowed whole the cotton clad mushroom. Nick went wild and was soon thrusting away as Ben used his free hand to wank Nick's shaft in his briefs. Ben's mouth was filled with cotton and cock and he knew, at that moment, that he had fulfilled his destiny. The taste and texture were remarkable, so soaked was the cotton that it clung to Nick's cock like new flesh. Every ounce of accumulated juice and flavour were extracted from the briefs by the suction of Ben's mouth. Finally, almost without warning, for Ben was not yet experienced in these matters, the briefs exploded with cum.
Nick's hands demandingly thrust Ben deep onto his cock. The briefs were plainly inadequate to their load and within seconds Ben was sucking the tangy jiz through the cotton, the briefs sieving the cum and flavouring it with Nick's sweat and musk. Ben devoured Nick's juices greedily, draining him to the last drop. At the same time there was another unexpected eruption as Ben unloaded yet more boy cream into his Calvin's. Amazing, he had never shot cum in his life without at least touching his cock!
Again the boys drew back panting and, silently, each looked up to the sky and collected them-selves together.
"God, you're good Ben, specially for a first timer. We are definitely gonna have to get together so I can blow you in your briefs. Believe me, its some experience!"
"Yeah, I bet" replied Ben, somewhat disorientated, "and I will definitely be collecting on that promise."
The two boys laughed and sorted themselves out. Both boys briefs were wet with cum and saliva and they decided that when they got back to the changing rooms they better pull shorts and briefs down at the same time so no one would notice. Nick's shorts were also wet but they reckoned they would soon dry in the sun and, well, what else could they do? Pulling up their shorts and putting on their T-shirt's the two boys, laughing and joking jogged to the return route and ran back to school. Ben felt like he was running on air, flushed with his first sexual experience and still feeling a little dazed his mind raced with questions. "How long had Nick fancied him?" he wondered, "When can we get together again?" He worried that someone might be able to tell what he and Nick had been upto, especially Simon. "Do I look different? Could someone tell?"
The boys returned to the school without incident.
"A respectable time," remarked the teacher, "look at the pair of you, positively blooming after that! You ought to do more" he continued.
It was almost too much for Ben and Nick and they ran away to the changing room laughing all the way. Indeed they would do more!
"Hey, how was it?" Simon asked Ben as he was stripping for the shower.
Ben quickly scanned the way the damp powder blue cotton clung to Simon's cock 'n balls.
"Err, great, err, you?"
"Faster than you mate!" said Simon.
Sensing that his friend was distracted or not his usual self he added quickly "You okay?"
"Sure," replied Ben, "no probs, catch you in a minute" as Simon disappeared into the shower.
Ben quickly undressed and took care to slide his shorts and briefs down at the same time so that no one would notice the stains or the damp. He popped into the shower briefly and hurried back to his place before Simon so that he could manage to get his briefs on and covered by his trousers without anyone noticing. This he managed though not without some attracting comment.
"What's the rush?" said Simon as he came out of the shower; "You seem full of jizz".
Ben laughed, if there was one thing he was not at the moment it was full of jiz that was either down Nick Travers throat or in his briefs, which continued to cling damply to his cock.
"Nah, I'm fine just want to get on and do my homework so that I can relax for the evening, that's all" said Ben.
"S'cool" said Simon, "know what you mean".
With that the two boys dressed and set off home. They agreed to meet at Simon's home at eight `o clock when they would probably mess around on Simon's Playstation.
Ben finally arrived home feeling exhausted and elated but above all horny. He said hello to his mum, who was at home, and went upstairs to his bedroom. Dropping off his school bag he headed off to the bathroom so that he could take care of his insistent cock without the risk of discovery or disturbance. However, before that, he dropped to his bottom drawer cupboard and took out a pair of small red cotton jockey briefs waist 26". They belonged to Simon Jones and had been worn by him just 4 days ago and, although he didn't know it, his best friend Ben Johnson would soon, as Ben had done on-and-off for the last year, be wanking himself off to Simon's briefs. What Ben Johnson didn't know however, was that as he entered the shower someone had noticed the dried cum on his pubic bush and, even more telling, had seen the imprints of Nick Travers' fingernails in Ben's buttocks.