Date: Sun, 8 Feb 2009 08:55:26 +0000 From: tim tim Subject: chapter 28 of Tim and Michel sequal of highschool humiliation Ok here is chapter 28, enjoy it. If you wane read more about the stories I have written then go to www.timsfunplace.com. Or if you wane see guys in their undies then that is some of the other fun out there. If you have a good idea or just want to tell me what you liked send an e-mail to noway16@hotmail.com. "Madame, I talked with the assistant and he said you could say whether Tim had showered or bathed properly this morning and whether or not he'd gone to the toilet since then." "Yes, he had a shower this morning and he knows better than to forget to clean any bit of him. And I did notice that he didn't go to the toilet this morning." "OK, fine ... then I'm sure we can trust you and he can try the briefs on. Will you please follow me?" "Where to?" I asked. "Yes ... where can he try them on?" "Oh ... the assistant said it wouldn't be a good idea to do it in the children's change area, so we'll go to the teens' area. He can use a fitting room down there." Damn! That's even worse, trying out briefs with teenagers around. I'm sure my mom would make some kind of remark to embarrass me. The three of us walked towards the fitting rooms. I checked to see how many teenagers were around but, as expected on a Saturday afternoon, there were quite a few guys, some with their girlfriends, doing clothes shopping. It was their midseason sale period, after all. "OK ... here we are. Take these with you and try them out," Stefan said. "Oh, at least one from each package," my mom said. I entered the fitting room. I felt my dick rise. It was always hard when I tried on new briefs, so my rising cock was no surprise ... but still. I took my shorts off and also my Spiderman undies. I took the package with the Walt Disney cartoon figures on it first. They fitted quite nicely and my hard dick made a nice bulge in them. Then I got onto the white ones. I always liked them and it felt good to have them on. I was just thinking about skipping the next two as they would all fit when my mom shouted something from outside. She hadn't been allowed to come into the corridor where the fitting rooms were as there were quite a number of older guys in here who probably would object to a mother in here. "Yes, mom," I called back. "Have you tried your briefs on?" "I'm working on it, mom." I blushed. We didn't need to shout to communicate and I'm sure that the others could hear us quite well. "Come on out, so I can check to see if they're the right size." NO WAY! I thought. "Come on, mom! Trust me on this. If I say they fit, they fit." "Yes, of course ... as if you'd even know what fits. With your childish behavior, I don't trust any judgement you make ... so come out here NOW." And that last bit was said firmly, a lot louder than it needed to be. "Or do you want me to come in? Oh, no! That was the last thing that I wanted, as I knew she'd open the curtain in the mood she was and she'd make me try on the rest of them with the curtain open. I slowly opened the curtain and looked out to see who was there. It seems that our discussion had attracted some attention, as there were a few curtains open ... probably to see what was going to happen. I felt my dick tightly compressed by the briefs. It was making quite a spectacle of itself ... not completely hard but not soft either. I walked towards the entrance to the fitting rooms. I knew there'd been some chairs placed there for people to sit on ... so I presumed she was waiting there. When I got there I saw that Stefan was also standing there, right beside her. "Now get over here and let's see if they fit properly." "Looks to me like they're tight but OK" Stefan said. "Take a look in the mirror ... turn around, Tim, so we can see all around." I blushed even more. Two guys were standing at the entrance of the fitting room, agog with a surprised look on their faces, seeing what was going on. I turned around and then saw the big mirror on the wall which provided a good view of me. I almost fainted when I saw my reflection in it. "So, you think these are the right size, Stefan?" Mom asked. He blushed a bit as he answered, "I think so." "I'm not sure. I think there's some space left around his balls; they look very tiny. We're not here to worry about any other parts, just his balls. We don't want them to be held too tightly, otherwise he'll be unable to father any babies. But I think there's enough space. Could you go and get a smaller size for us?" "Yes, ma'am ... if that's what you want." "Yea ... I definitely think that a smaller size is still possible" Stefan walked away. "Which one do you still need to try on, Tim?" "Hmmm ... the colored ones and ones with the sport figures on them." "OK, go change into them and, when you have the ones decorated with sport figures on, come back out to get the ones that Stefan is getting." I let out a deep sigh and turned around to go back to the fitting room. There were quite a few girls and guys watching us now. Most of them were making fun of me but some looked at me with a sympathetic expression on their faces. Luckily for me there was no one else from school around. I just wanted to get this ordeal out of the way as quickly as I could. I tried on the colored ones and then changed into the sport figure undies. This one featured David Beckham on them. How embarrassing! I walked out of the fitting room and slinked back to my mom. She was talking with Stefan. I just heard her reply: `Yes, that sounds like a good idea. Get them and we'll see how they fit. As long as they're not too big, we might take them. But you were right ... those white ones looked good on him. Oh, there you are," she said as she turned and saw me. "Here ... Stefan found some white ones, one size smaller, so go and change into them and then let me see if they're too tight or not." "Oh! Those sport figures look good on you, too," she said while I turned around and walked back again to my change room with a new package of undies in my hand. On the way back, I heard one of the girls (who were now openly watching my fashion parade) say, "Oh! Those ones with Beckham on them look hot. I wish my boyfriend would wear them. I'm sure I'd let him get into my pants a lot faster if he wore those!" I blushed and moved quickly behind the curtain again, wondering what Stefan was doing now as I opened the package and got a white pair out. I stepped into them and they definitely felt tighter as I pulled them over my thighs. I had to push my dick back a bit to make sure it would fit. It was now pointing directly to my right side as otherwise it'd be sticking over the top of the waistband. I could also feel that my balls were quite constrained in these as well. I took a deep breath and stepped out of the fitting room again. I heard some definitely "ohhhh's!" as I made my way over to where my mom was sitting. Stefan was standing beside her again. "Oh, yes. I think those are a lot tighter," mom agreed. "Turn around." I did as she asked. "But, if you look at those balls now, you'll see they have a nice firm fit now ... tight, but not too tight ... right, Tim?" "Well ...," I started. "Ahhh ... quite right. That's enough for now. I have two more things for you to try on. Stefan found some more fashionable briefs for you from the teenage department. If they fit, fine ... I might just let you have them. And also he got you some shorts to try on ... you don't have too many pairs now. He picked out a white pair and a black pair as you need them for school now." I walked back again with one package of brief and two pairs of shorts in my hand. I looked at them. They looked to be the right style to wear to school, I thought, but they looked small. When I got back to the fitting room, I stepped out of the underwear I'd been showing and opened the package that Stefan had handed to me. They definitely looked to be a better quality ... whiter as well. I got one pair out and saw it was a different style ... still a kind of brief but differently shaped. It had a front and a back but almost no sides. I put them on. Oh, these felt nice! It wasn't my normal size, definitely smaller. The front pouch could barely contain my hard dick. They were nice and form fitting. OK ... they were perhaps a little TOO obvious but I liked the way they made my cock feel. It was almost like a jockstrap, but not quite. Would mom approve of these, I wondered. I put the pair of white shorts over them. I thought that I could show them first. I walked out towards the entrance again, now almost without any embarrassment. I'd done it before so what more could she do to humiliate me? "Oh, yes ... they look fine to me," my mother said immediately. "Nice and short. I hate shorts that go down to the knees or past them ... there's no reason for that." "Yep, they look fine to me, too," added Stefan. "It's in a nice fabric, too ... not too warm and not too cold, either, so he can wear them for a long time." "Good! Well that leaves us with those undies you recommended, Stefan. Go and try them on, Tim." "I'm wearing them underneath the shorts, mom." "OK ... drop the shorts and let us see them. There's nothing left to hide any more." I thought, that's easier said than done. I opened the zipper and lowered the shorts. I knew that those watching from behind would get a fine view of my almost completely uncovered buttocks hugged by a tight, see-through white clothe strap. I dropped the shorts. Ok a bit of a strange chapter maybe still I hope it was not to bad. If you wane read more about the stories I have written then go to www.timsfunplace.com. Or if you wane see guys in their undies then that is some of the other fun out there. If you have a good idea or just want to tell me what you liked send an e-mail to noway16@hotmail.com.