Date: Wed, 4 Aug 2010 12:05:48 +0100 From: Toby Craddock Subject: The cleaner's boy bought white briefs (Gay male - adult youth) I think it was Queen Victoria who refused to believe there was such a thing as lesbianism and maybe some of you don't want to believe that some boys enjoy sexual liaisons with men. If so please close this page now. It is however only a story, so hopefully others of you will enjoy reading it. All the characters are fictitious and I have written it in the first person singular simply because it is easier to write a story that way. Usual disclaimers apply. I was employed as Bursar not so long ago as Bursar at a boys' boarding prep school situated in the outskirts of the leafy home counties. The boys were between 8 and 13 and most were the sons of professional or high ranking military parents. Perhaps in due course I shall post here my memories of the young boys I came to know and love, but this story is not about them. Let me say straight away that many of these boys were so deliberately seductive that daily I was experiencing extreme sexual tension. Had it not been for David - the 14 year old son of one of our cleaners - it would have been inevitable I would have risked sexual liaisons with some of them before they were old enough and had properly understood the implications of discretion and secrecy. David released my tensions readily and willingly - David saved my bacon. At the beginning of the school year in September I employed his mother as an evening cleaner, and her job was to clean the classrooms - Mondays to Fridays - after the boys had all returned to their respective houses for the night. She had told me she was a single mother and asked if it would be ok if her son David came along with her. He had had his 14th birthday only a few weeks previously, and as she had assured me he was a quiet boy and would be no bother I was happy to agree to her request. I think it was on the second or third day of term that she brought David to say hello, and when I saw him I realised instantly he was the sort of boy who would be easy to seduce. He was a slim average looking boy, introspective certainly and probably lacking in confidence. I guessed (correctly) he didn't have any strong school friends, and I also guessed (correctly) he would be very happy to have some attention from me. Boys at that age most boys have already discovered the pleasures of masturbation and are going through a homosexual stage. A few nights later I noticed him mooching round some of the school out-buildings where we kept the groundsman's equipment so I invited him for a conducted tour. The place was deserted apart from ourselves. After showing him the machinery I took him up the rickety staircase to the attic area which was empty apart from bits and bobs of old broken furniture. We went to one of the windows that had long lost its ability to shut and looked out over the countryside. It was a warm September evening and dusk was well advanced. As we talked about the lovely view I went behind him and placed my hands on the front of his inner thighs. I was fairly sure that David would respond positively to my sexual approach, and sure enough he did nothing to prevent my hands gently rubbing higher up his thighs. Soon I could feel stiffness through his jeans and without asking for his agreement I unzipped him, undid the buttons at the front of his boxers and brought out his rather well developed penis. We chatted on about the view from the window. With the forefinger and thumb of my right hand I slowly massaged him to full stiffness - it only took a few seconds - and then asked him two questions. Question one "Is that nice?" I whispered. David nodded his head. Next question "If I give you a nice wank will you give me one?" Once again he nodded in agreement and soon his fingers were on my penis doing exactly what I was doing to him. Oh what wonderful relief! We took it in turns for about 15 minutes to pleasurise each other; he rubbing his penis on to my penis and me carefully but firmly squeezing his testicles. Although I wanted to go on doing this for much longer, I suggested his mother might be missing him so perhaps we ought to make each other cum. In no time he brought me a most wonderful climax as I squirted my cum on to the dusty floor of the attic. It was then my turn to give David his thrill, and as my fingers eagerly worked their magic on his lovely quite big boy's penis I suggested to him we should meet up every night about the same time for sex. He was just about to say 'yes' when his penis erupted and his squirts of cum joined mine on the floor. As we left the building to go our separate ways he turned to me and simply said "Tomorrow then." And so started our mutual masturbation relationship. Most nights we met up for 15 or 20 minutes in the attic space and de-spunked each other. It was fantastic for me to have the sexual tension caused by my special 12 year old boy friends dealt with by David in such a way rather than the nightly self masturbation sessions I had resorted to previously. I had to admit that I was abusing him for my own sexual relief, as my main interest was focused on Alex and a couple of other sexy boys at the school for whom I had formed the secret 'white briefs club'. Although David and I started off with mutual masturbation it was not long before I was sucking him and he was sucking me. We never had anal sex with penetration but I enjoyed rubbing my penis over his bottom and sometimes letting my cum squirt on to it. A few weeks after we started having sex I took him shopping one Saturday afternoon to buy some white briefs. Like many teenage boys David used to wear the most nondescript baggy boxer shorts in the dullest colours imaginable. He had a very sexy bubble-butt bottom and I often told him how sexy he would look in close fitting white briefs. I suggested that the next time his mother offered to buy him clothes he should ask her for some white briefs, but he surprised me by saying he had been given œ30 birthday money by his grandmother for the express purpose of buying clothes. He told me he would be quite happy to spend some of this money on white briefs if I would go shopping with him. On the understanding that he told nobody - but nobody - I agreed to meet him the following Saturday afternoon near the local Marks & Spencer store. David had told his mother he was going to buy some T shirts and a pair of jeans but I don't think he had said anything about underwear! We looked round the boys' section at M & S and noticed they had some very nice white briefs and slips for boys as well as some stylish T shirts. David chose a T shirt and also some jeans at but it was at a store called Primark we found the sort of white briefs I wanted him to have. The Primark briefs were white mesh with a traditional Y front. They were in packets of 3 for œ2.99 - the only problem being that only one of the briefs in the packets was white and the other two were blue! When no shop assistants were within sight we carefully opened six packets and changed the blue briefs for white ones. I didn't feel too guilty about this as I was sure some parents would be quite happy to have packets with all blue in them. Neither did I feel anxious as David approached the check-out, as the young girl who took his payment had no idea the two packets containing white briefs had been carefully selected from several other packets. After that I took David to the bus station for his bus home and as we said goodbye I told him I couldn't wait to see him in his new white briefs! I must say that when David met me in the attic the following Monday evening the new briefs highlighted his slim body and his curvy bottom to perfection. He posed in them for me, and I brought his penis through the Y front opening all the while rubbing my hands over the soft white cotton round his bottom. He told me that after leaving me on Saturday he had gone into a cubicle in the bus station toilets and looked at the stiff penis drawings on the walls. He was obviously feeling excited by this, so I just took his penis into my mouth sucked it until he had squirted all his spunk. The next time we met it was my turn for a special de-spunk. I dropped his jeans just a little and then slipped my penis into the back of his briefs and in between his legs - the tip of my penis rubbing onto his testicles and the shaft rubbing between the globes of his sexy bottom. It didn't take long before I started squirting torrents of cum into his briefs knowing full well he would have to wear them, all sticky, until later he undressed for bed. I remember one particular afternoon when the boys from the 'white briefs club' had been sunbathing in my back garden. Alex had been especially provocative in his short, close fitting white boxer-briefs but somehow I managed to resist the temptation to rip them off him to take him in 'every which way'. When I met up with David later that evening in the attic I was fairly desperate for sexual relief. I had never told him about the younger boys I was involved with, although on this occasion I told him I had seen some of them in the changing rooms just in their white underpants looking very sexy. After about 10 minutes I went behind him and slipped my penis into his briefs. "I'm really ready for sex tonight David" I whispered, "Is it ok if I squirt my cum into your briefs again? - I think there'll be a lot of it". "Yes" he said, "but will you try to make me cum at the same time?" He closed his thighs round my penis and I started to masturbate him from behind. Perhaps a minute later we had both squirted and his briefs were soaked. I pulled them back up and rubbed them into his testicles - it was lovely to think that David would feel the wetness of my spunk on his testicles for the rest of the evening. I don't want to go on about David as he was simply a useful distraction from the younger boys I liked the best. Sometimes I felt ashamed I was using him purely for my sexual gratification, but there again I knew he was getting as much sexual pleasure out of our sex sessions as I was and, furthermore, neither of us wanted to stop doing it. From my point of view he provided me with the release I needed to keep me sane with the younger boys, and from his point of view I provided him the excitement that only forbidden sex could provide.