Date: Tue, 17 Apr 2001 01:05:51 +1000 (GMT+10:00)
From: jhimi7@hushmail.com
Subject: Boner Brief Club - gay male / high school / beginnings / interacial

BONER BRIEF CLUB.

By JonH
jhimi7@hushmail.com

Once again I checked out the photo's on a few porn sites, found the right
characters (in the right positions) and wrote a story about it. I like
getting mail about my stories so if you've got anything to say send me a
note (you don't have to, I'm not begging here ya know!)

Part One.

My first thought when I woke up and saw them was what a fucking scandal
this'd be if it ever got out, if any of the teachers, let alone the parents
heard about what went on there wouldn't be a boy left in this boarding
school.

In school they called me by my last name: Williams.  Final year studies
were killing me, my grades for the first two terms were good, I'd be
getting into a good college with what I was achieving but it was this
fucking schools mentality that was stressing me out.  I still remember the
time during year 8 summer holidays when I got home one day and my parents
had about fifty fucking brochures for private boarding schools spread out
all over the dining room table. My Dad had threatened me with a 'single
sex' school education when my damn biology teacher mentioned on a parent /
teacher night that I was being distracted by girls during class, I thought
it'd never amount too much but when my final report card showed a drop in
grades across all subjects he attributed the whole thing to girls and the
pursuit of sex (or rather my 'growing into a young man' as they tactfully
put it).

They settled on Broughton College after we'd been to about a hundred
fucking open days, my parents aren't stupid people as a rule but for some
reason they took Broughton's motto literally, it said in part 'finding
greatness' and so it seemed that anything less than 'great' bought pressure
to bare.  That pressure resulted in me and about eight other students
having to stay at the college over the third term break and take extra
classes.  Aside from one or two grounds staff, the cook and the two
teachers the college was empty so in order to 'concentrate the learning'
all the students had been moved onto the ground floor of the east wing,
paired off and placed into adjoining rooms.  I shared with another 17 year
old called Planer and next door was Matthews (16) and Krupp who'd just
turned 18, I knew Matthews fairly well but Planer and Krupp I'd only ever
seen from a distance during school assembly.

It was 11:48 at night when I woke up, by the light of Planer's desk lamp I
could see him bending over putting pencils back into the cup he keeps on
the window sill, he had his back to me but I could see he was wearing only
a pair of blue briefs.  Sleeping in our underpants wasn't unusual for the
summer months so at first I didn't think much of it but when he stood up I
noticed he had a real hardon straining against the fabric of his briefs, he
turned his back to me and faced the window and when he reached his hand
back and started rubbing his arse I knew he didn't realise I was awake.
Planer's just under 6 foot, he plays rugby in the winter not because he's
that athletic it's more to do with the fact that he's got a heavy, wide
body, he's got a kind of round baby face and as he rubbed his ample arse
cheeks I realised that he's never really lost the puppy fat he had as a
kid.  I'm a good 4 inches shorter than him with an average build, although
I admit when I bend over I do get a couple of rolls of fat on my stomach,
when I saw Planer's erection I knew for sure he's got a dick pushing 9
inches but as he slid his hand down past the elastic of his briefs into his
arse crack I was happy enough to slide my hand down my white y-fronts and
start slowly pulling at my 7-1/2 stiff inches.

With his hand still down his underpants he walked to the window and opened
the curtains wider, that's when I saw one of the school gardeners looking
through the window at the show Planer was putting on.  They hadn't noticed
me looking but I knew straight off that it was this gardener called George
who was staring transfixed as he stood outside.  George was this Lebanese
bloke who lived in the nearby town, he would of been in his late twenties,
the two things I'd always noticed about him was that he always had about
two days growth on his face and that his navy gardeners uniform covered a
strong, masculine body.  Some of the other kids in school had always said
that he was abit simple but I wasn't sure about that, I did know that
because he often walked around with his mouth partly open he did look kind
of slow.

It was obvious that George was jerking himself off as he watched Planer rub
his hand between the crack of his arse cheeks and I'm sure my eyes would've
had the same glazed look as I silently pounded my cock.  When Planer pulled
his hand out from the back of his briefs and held his fingers to his nose
George leant so close to the window that I could see his breath steaming up
the glass.  Planer then hoisted the elastic waist of his briefs over his
cock and pulled his briefs down until they rested at the middle of his
thigh.  Turning sideways he began to pump furiously at his cock with one
hand and run the fingers of his other hand clumsily up and down his arse
crack, he held his middle finger up so that George could see it, then after
sticking it in his mouth he began to insert it into his arsehole.  He
pumped his finger deeper and deeper into his own hole all the while pulling
at his cock.

Planers big heavy hips suddenly began to convulse and in the lamplight I
saw three long white ribbons of cum shoot into the air, at the same time
George lightly thumped his head against the glass, it was clear he'd just
blown his load into the garden and no doubt all over the school walls.  I
couldn't hold back any longer - I let out a groan loud enough for Planer to
hear, both he and George looked over at me, the initial shock and fear
disappeared from their faces when they saw my doona cover tenting up as my
hand pounded my cock.  With a long sigh I let my load go into my y-fronts,
I didn't stop pumping until my hand, my cock and my underpants were soaked
in the cum of a satisfied 17 year old.

Part Two.

Planer said nothing to me that night as he got into his bed and turned off
the light and for the next two days of classes he didn't say a word about
what I'd seen.  As we went about with the daily lessons I thought he was
going to pretend it never happened because the next night he sat and
studied at his desk before going to bed.  I on the other hand spent the two
days trying to hide a serious boner that seemed never to go down, aside
from some fumbled sex with girls when I was back in the co-ed school I'd
never really seen another human body sexually aroused, I'd heard Peterson,
my usual Broughton room mate jerking off in the dark but that was as close
as I'd got in the last three years.

The second night of Planer's silence was Friday, the other students were
down in the games room and he was at his desk sorting out papers, I lay on
my bed pretending to read but all I could think of was the hardon pressing
against my trousers.  I was going fucking crazy with frustration so when he
walked into our bathroom I decided to do something so I got off the bed and
walked into the bathroom.  He was taking a piss but he heard me come in and
when he turned around I made no attempt to hide the tent in the front of my
trousers.  I felt awkward and stupid and I know my face went red, when he
turned his face to watch his pissing cock I thought I'd done the wrong
thing but in a deep, low whisper he asked me if I wanted to go into town
and watch video's at George's place.

Five minutes later Planer and I met Matthews and Krupp at the school gates,
we silently walked along the road into town, I waited for Planer to lag
behind so I could ask why the other two were with us.

"Because they give ol' George somethin' to look at"

I knew what he meant but all I could say was 'what?'

"Guys in underpants, he fuckin' loves it.  And he's been lucky enough to
find a few guys that don't mind givin' it to him.  You wearin' those white
y-fronts are you?"

"Ah, yeah...yeah I am...whattya you wearin'"?

"Blue undies, the same as you saw"

"How'd you find out about George...you know...liking this stuff?"

"I didn't give a fuck either way to start with...I just like an audience
sometimes.  George'd be in the garden outside, I'd be inside workin' up a
stiff in me undies.  Theirs only so many times he can piss off and pretend
he didn't see anything"

"What's George's place like?"

"Small, but big enough"

Twenty minutes later we arrived in town and after walking through few side
streets and down the side of a large, dark house we came to a small flat,
Krupp knocked softly on the door and George answered.  Wearing an old blue
t-shirt, track pants and worn sneakers, he had the usual two days growth on
his face.  He ushered me into the front room, aside from a couple of things
it was obvious that this place wasn't long term, he told me that in autumn
he'll be going to the city to take up a more senior gardening job at a
botanical garden someplace.  He made a point of showing me a picture of his
fiancee, she was due to arrive from Lebanon early winter and they planned
to marry soon afterwards.  I thought it odd how he lovingly described his
fiancee while at the same time almost continually scratching his balls
through his track pants.

We followed the other three into a spare bedroom that was empty except for
two old armchairs, a small table and a TV and video, on the floor he'd
spread out blankets, their would of been four or five layers of them so it
was pretty comfortable looking.  When George left the room to get some
beers the other three started stripping down to their briefs, Planer was
wearing those same tight blue briefs I saw the other night, Matthews wore
white y-fronts like mine, although he was around 5'9 he was fairly slim, he
had close cropped hair and the only 'loose' looking fat on his body were
his round arse cheeks and his meaty flaccid dick which seemed to fill most
of the front of his undies.  I'd turned my back to the others to adjust my
cock in my y-fronts, I wanted to hide the fact that it was already
semi-stiff, when I turned back I noticed Krupp was stripped down to what
looked like a white nappy, he had the same slim build as Matthews except he
had alot more body hair.  The bulkiness of the 'nappy' meant it sagged down
below his crotch so I could just make out one of his balls,

"what the fuck is that?" I asked.

"It's a loincloth.  S'good for easy access" and at that he stuck his
fingers into the gap at his crotch and tickled his balls.

George re-entered the room holding a six-pack of beers and wearing only a
pair a tight black briefs and a small gold necklace with a cedar tree
medallion attached.  When I saw the tenting at the front of his briefs I
got more relaxed about my own, like I thought, he had a solid muscular
body, he chest hair was fairly thick but the rest of his body had only a
light covering.  What I admired the most was his arse, when he bent over
slightly to start the video I couldn't help but stare at the two big arse
cheeks, they were heavy but firm, the black briefs weren't quite big enough
to cover all of the two mounds that all three of us unashamedly looked at -
it was good to see a masculine man's arse up close.

George and Planer sat in the two armchairs, Matthew, Krupp and me lay on
our backs and propped ourselves up on our elbows, when I tilted my head to
take a swig of beer I noticed George's eyes eagerly taking in the sight
around him as he absent mindly played with his crotch.  The video started
with a woman dressed as a nurse telling some bloke dressed as a doctor that
the stress of the nightshift was really getting to her and that she was
desperate to find a release.  Within seconds they hit upon the idea of
having a fuck, as he was undressing she was fingering herself, she then
took his cock into her mouth and started to give what looked like a fucking
good blow job.

The front of all five pairs of undies in the room were straining with
raging hardons, between sips of beer we rubbed our cotton covered crotches
and took in the blow job on the screen and the scene going on in the room.
George's cock was just about ripping through his black briefs as he took in
the sight of four young men and their stiffs - all sheathed in tight
underwear fabric, none of us hesitated in lewdly raising up our hips to
give him a better view.  To be able to show to others the y-front encased
boner I've been trying to hide for years was exhilarating, the horniness of
young male cocks straining against the fabric of their underpants was like
seeing into a private world that men never shared with each other.

Planer got up out of his chair and stood in front of George and showing
George his brief encased arse cheeks he began rub his two mounds with large
outstretched hands, Planer was right when he said he liked to show off his
body, it was big, heavy and clumsy but the way he rubbed himself was a
fucking turn on and from the wet spot forming at the front of his briefs I
could tell he was loving giving the good looking Lebanese bloke a view of
pale white flesh.  We all stopped watching the video as Planer grabbed the
back of his briefs and proceeded to give himself a slow, deep wedgy, he was
pulling those briefs right up into his crack so when he turned around to
show the rest of us all you could see was the waistband and arse cheeks
slightly parted by the bunched up fabric along his crack.

Putting his arse back close to Georges face the three of us slid our hands
down the front of our briefs as we watched George lustfully use his fingers
to pry out the fabric between Planer's cheeks and then take a long deep
smell of the briefs.  The smell of a 17 year olds crack must've really got
to him as George had to pull his thumping stiff cock out of his briefs,
sitting in his chair with legs spread he had this deep reddy brown cock
pointing straight up into the air.  It was the first man's cock I'd ever
seen so I had to get a feel of it, I crawled across the floor and slowly
wrapped my hands around the wide, fleshy stiffness - it was strange but
brilliant to be rubbing a cock shaft that wasn't my own.  It had the same
hardness under soft skin but it was thicker and longer than what I was used
to, I was fascinated and fuckin' hot as I realised that by squeezing the
head of his cock I could force pre-cum to ooze out of his piss slit.

"Go on mate...you wanna taste Lebanese cock?" George huskily whispered to
me.  Fuck did I wanna taste it!

When I looked over and saw Matthews white briefs straining against his arse
cheeks as he knelt over Krupp's crotch I knew cock sucking wasn't new to
the club.  Krupp had his hand inside one side of his loincloth and out the
other side he was pointing a rock hard stiff, Matthews arse cheeks raised
higher into the air as he lowered his face into the crotch of the
loincloth, burrowing his face into the warm fabric Matthews sniffed and
licked at the musk smelling balls.  The grunts and the groans coming from
Matthews only increased as Krupp lent over and rubbed his finger along the
upturned arse cheek, carefully feeling every inch he eventually found the
young mans arse hole and began to push against it until the brief fabric
was pushed into the dark puckered opening.

I was eagerly taking in all the hot scenes taking place around me, I really
wanted to taste the man pre-cum that was beginning to roll down the head of
Georges cock but I didn't want to miss what was around me.  Planer picked
up on this and said in a low voice to George, "how's about you tell
Williams and me what you like about us".  Planer got me to stand up next to
him, facing George with underpants full of hard young dick we rubbed our
fabric covered boners.

George went from one crotch to the other, between nuzzling his nose into
our crotches and licking our cocks through the fabric he spoke in a husky,
aroused whisper; "I love the sweetness of the skin between your legs.  I
love the erections you hide behind your text books"

His rough wet tongue swept up my inner thigh...

"I love the dampness of the sweat that soaks your briefs in the summer.  I
love the musty, fishy smell of your balls in the winter"

He turned us around and ran his fingers up our cracks...

"I love the smell of your crotches after your shower.  I love the way young
men never take the time to clean theirs holes"

He slid his hand down the back of our briefs and began to tweak at our
puckering holes...

"I love watching you sliding pencils into your arse.  I love watching you
slide your fingers into your own sweaty hole"

I turned back to see Planer doing what he did that first night, only inches
from Georges face he sunk his middle finger between his cheeks and slid it
inside himself until he started to pump it back and forth as he slowly
thrust his hips backwards.

Slowly drawing his finger out he held it under Georges nose and let him
inhale deeply before letting it pass over Georges lips into a mouth that
sucked it deeply.  Pulling his spit covered finger from Georges mouth
Planer slid it down the back of my briefs and ran it up and down my crack
until he found my opening, with pumping motions he slowly inserted it into
me until I could feel it lightly tickling the insides of my arse.

Pulling it out he held it under his own nose and took a deep, fascinated
sniff, then once again he offered it to Georges open, waiting mouth.  As he
sucked it Planer and me rubbed each others crotches, my hard cock had been
in my y-fronts all night but I was close to cumming.  I didn't want to but
I knew I couldn't hold off much longer, my only option was to leave my cock
alone for awhile but I couldn't stop the rough, slow massage Planer was
giving me.  "Planer, I'm gonna blow..."

"Me too...I wantchya to cum on my face"

Planer guided George and me over to the centre of the rugs next to Krupp
and Matthews, when they saw us they got themselves into a 69 position -
Matthews was still nuzzled into Krupps loincloth sucking at the cock that
jutted out and Krupp had got Matthews boner sticking out the front of his
y-fronts and was coating fabric and hard cock with the spit from his
tongue.

As we crossed the room George let his stiff cock swing in the air so I
could see it - I knew I was about to drink the cum from a Lebanese mans
cock and was ready.  As soon as we got next to the other two the three of
us got into a cock sucking circle.  Planer and I kept our briefs on but we
hoisted our boners out into the night air and the electricity that shot
through my body as Planer took my stiffy into his mouth was enough to get
me engulfing Georges cock almost down to the base in one swift dive.
George nestled his chin into the crotch of Planers briefs and began to pump
his mouth up and down the stiff organ.

Years of pent up lust and cum shot into empty air or onto my chest means
that the warm caress of another's mouth will get me blowing a load quickly
and with force that's often sent a shot of my cum right into my hair or
eye.  All five of us humped into each others faces, the groans and grunts
grew urgent and louder.  George's cock pumped at the back of my throat and
coated it with a salty mass of pre-cum, I knew I was pumping the same
clammy mixture into Planers throat.

The air was thick with the smell of male arse cracks, briefs worn too long
and sour, musty crotch sweat, all the bodies in the room started to shine
with sweat....I pumped my cock into Planers mouth...George humped his hips
roughly against my face...I suddenly heard Matthews gagging and groaning at
the same time...I glanced quickly to see him rise from Krupps crotch with a
string of cum and spit dangling from his chin...that did it.  With
convulsing hips I started to blow into Planers mouth, three shots would've
coated his tonsils before he had time to pull my cock from his mouth and
aim the spurting head at his lips...suddenly George erupted into my
mouth...gulping quickly I couldn't swallow the amount of cum he has
shooting into me...I gagged, gulped and gagged again...the cum kept
spurting...I coughed his cock out of my mouth just in time to feel the
final ribbons of his load splatter onto my forehead...he'd swallowed most
of Planers spewing cum so when I looked across only a small dribble of
white cream ran out from the corner of his mouth....

Without a word being spoken we nuzzled our faces into the nearest crotch
and savoured the smell of young men, older men and the underwear that holds
them.

By JonH
jhimi7@hushmail.com

All comments welcome and appreciated.