Date: Sun, 14 Feb 2021 20:30:22 +0000 From: divergent6 Subject: A Brief Encounter (gay adult/youth) This short piece was heavily inspired by JasonDad268 and his story The Zachary Series. Check it out on Nifty: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-zachary-series/ Keep Nifty going strong: https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html A BRIEF ENCOUNTER I wake up. Still sleepy-eyed, I notice a flash of white at my bedside. Hmmm. A pair of Jack's briefs. How did they get there? And it's my favorite pair. Paw Patrol with Marshall the Dalmatian, the firehouse dog. At just the sight of them, before even reaching out for them, I feel myself slowly growing, stretching. I reach down and pick up the small white briefs off of the floor. Strangely, my first thought is 'how do they make them so small?' I look inside the waist band. 5T. Appropriate for Jack's tiny bum, I suppose, but he's emerging as a full-fledged boy. My adult briefs expand as I consider the small size of the Paw Patrol undies. I throw back my covers and place Jack's tiny pair on my midsection for comparison. Wow. My briefs stretch again. Lying in my bed, I run Jack's underwear through my hands, enjoying the soft warmth. I run my fingers over the patrol badge, appreciating the fun the cartoon brings to Jack. Then I trace around the red piping of the leg holes, appreciating the fun that 'Jack In The Briefs' brings to me. That's my little nickname for him. He loves his cartoon underwear and loves running around in nothing but. Naturally, my fingers make their way to the the fly, trimmed in red just like the legs. The opening of the fly is smaller than I expect; only the width of two, maybe three, of my fingers. Without thinking, on instinct, my index finger probes the little opening, desperately searching for all those wonderful things that make Jack the young, prepubescent boy that he is. Clearly, my search of the empty briefs is in vain. With a wistful sigh, I bring Jack... I bring Jack's underwear to my face. I want them, him, as close and personal as possible. I cover my mouth and nose. I press the briefs firmly to my face and spend a full minute just breathing. Slowly. In and out. Through my nose to smell Jack. Through my mouth in a futile attempt to taste all that is Jack. The longing to fully consume little Jack is overwhelming. Again, instinctively, I quickly bring his briefs to mine. I'm fully engaged now. The briefs have consumed me. I press them into my bulging underwear, sliding material against material. But that's not enough. I push them inside my briefs; into every nook and crease, rubbing them over, under and around my hardness, letting... letting the underwear experience everything that makes me a man. I push my briefs down, down to my thighs. My manhood pulses, aches, yearns. But all I have to offer is the size 5T underwear. I wrap my hardness with them, stoking lightly, letting the soft feel of the fabric give me pleasure. Again, it's not enough. I need more. I need to be inside them. I need to be where Jack has been. I spread the fly open and position the small opening over the top my my erection. I can see that I am much too big to enter the briefs this way, but I must try. The effort only serves to dampen the front of the briefs with evidence of my intense horniness. I can't wait much longer. The tiny briefs welcome me in through a leg hole. My steeled flesh eagerly penetrates the underwear, seeking out that sanctuary where Jack's boyness resides. Completely filling his underwear, my manhood is now encased by the same material that encased Jack's boyhood mere hours ago. Manhood and boyhood together. I'm in heaven. I'm in Jack. I stroke my full length, up and down, in one leg hole and out the other. I experience the underwear in every way I can. Teasing my hardness with the light touch of the cotton briefs. Bringing them to my nose, inhaling deeply. Then to my mouth to chew on them; suck them. Back to my erection. Back to my mouth. I'm almost there. It's building. I wrap the seat of the briefs around the engorged head of my shaft and squeeze tight. No more stroking needed. It's just the 5T briefs now, bringing me to it. The thoughts. The images. The taste. The aromas. The briefs are so small around my big hardness. They are little Jack. I let out a longing, lustful moan as I fill Jack's briefs; my essence melding with his at last. The End. This is my first contribution to Nifty. This was not intended to be my first story. In fact, it wasn't even intended to be a story. I have a few others in the works, but this one came out of the blue during a conversation with JasonDad268. Though quite short, I thought I'd go ahead and post it on Nifty. All comments are welcome. I enjoy chatting with the readers and authors on Nifty, so feel free to drop me a line. Chris divergent6@protonmail.com