Chapter 7 Briefs for Safety
brIEFS FOR SAFETY
“This is weird.”
How many nights had I lain in this bed with my headphones on while I stared at the glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling?
Decades later, all but one remained in place, their glowing abilities all but gone.
The posters had come down, as had the hundreds of tattoos I sketched.
They had decluttered the room, but they left the stars as a reminder.
Mum had gone to bed hours ago, but the house still creaked and groaned as if it were wide awake.
I lifted my head, reaching out to the sides of the bed.
When was the last time I slept in a single?
I almost laughed at the way my feet hung off the end.
It seemed I still had a little growing to do after high school.
On the first night of my return, I accidentally rolled over and wound up in a heap of blankets on the floor.
My hands ran along the quilt, wondering if this had been one of Mum's creations. I sat upright, and the bed groaned in reply. Shimmying to the side, I inspected the pattern. I hadn’t noticed it before, but the squares weren’t ornate swatches of fabric.
It took a moment before—my old t-shirts.
I recognized the superhero and band logos.
In the middle, she highlighted the band t-shirt we wore during pep band.
“I wish you’d move.” The request came with guilt. I wanted her to move closer to me so I could help her out when necessary. At the same time, I knew it’d never happen. Out of respect for Pops or because of her roots, this would always be her home. Why couldn’t I accept that?
I slid off the bed, walking over to the desk stationed in front of the window.
Taking a seat, my legs barely fit under the table.
Once upon a time, I spent my nights pretending to do physics homework while I filled notebooks with sketches.
Opening the top drawer, they had cleared out all but a few pencils.
When I checked the three on the side, I found a neat stack of black-and-white checkered notebooks.
I pulled one out, flipping through the pages.
In the shop, I inked plenty of grim reapers, demons, and horror icons, but never with the intensity of an insecure teenager.
I had been angry at the world, or at least the tiny part I occupied.
I had this idea of what Firefly wanted me to be, and I swore I’d never conform.
Instead, I became the loudest version of myself. Not much had changed on that front.
Funny. Flipping through the pages, I was going through a similar situation again.
Having put so much emphasis on the shop, the moment they pulled it out from under me, I felt lost. It made me realize I didn’t love Boston; I loved those four walls and the guys I worked beside.
I didn’t like the idea of returning to Firefly…
because it meant confronting what happened when I severed ties to the past.
Every time my thoughts wandered, “What if?” my heart ached. In a sweeping decision, I distanced myself from the two people who offered nothing but unwavering support. I wasn’t ready, not yet. I’m sure on the trail, I’d have to confront my demons.
For now, I returned to memory lane. “What else did they leave behind?”
Returning to the bed, I lifted the corner of the mattress.
“What do we have here?” Tucked away in the center of the bed, it seemed neither of them had found my stash of porn.
I chuckled as I looked at the magazines.
In reality, they were swimsuit catalogues with men wearing little more than mesh thongs.
I grabbed a copy before dropping the mattress.
The pages remained crisp, but the staples had all but fallen out of the binding.
“Things have changed.” As I turned the pages, men with impressive bulges showed off their goods.
Abs. Abs for miles. I remembered being fascinated that every cock pressed against the surface had a clear outline and that none of them matched my own.
My tastes had evolved over the years. Abs were replaced by bellies covered in hair.
My appreciation of cock, remained diversified.
I snorted when I found the last few pages stuck together.
“We’ll be destroying this evidence tomorrow.”
I stared down at my briefs. I only wore them for fear of Mum barging in first thing in the morning.
The last thing I needed Mum to see was her son in bed with a tent pole.
Or worse, cock awake before me. Briefs saved us all a little embarrassment.
Though the more I stared, the more I could see the similarities in the magazine.
To say I had pride in the outline might be an understatement.
Unlike the pictures in the catalogue, no defined outline of the head. Poor cut guys.
Pulling back the quilt, I climbed into bed. I could either lie here and ponder my feelings, or I could—
“I mean, if you’re determined.” Yes, me and my cock had conversations.
He throbbed in response. I took that as an affirmative.
I gave him a squeeze before reaching into my briefs and pulling him free.
Unlike the finely chiseled men in the catalogue, the foreskin hid the lines along the head.
Pulling it back, he popped out. Best of both worlds.
I’d have to write a letter to their modeling department.
I couldn’t recall the last time I had touched my cock.
Somebody else? Months, at least. There were plenty of opportunities for a quick fuck.
My partner in crime and I required at least a little connection before we stripped.
I couldn’t handle those awkward moments after coming and deciding if they needed to hit the road or spend the night.
Dating had never been my strong suit, and even though the guys tried setting me up, I just hadn’t found somebody who struck my fancy.
“It’s okay, I’ll make sure you get some loving.”
Okay, I admit I made jerking off weird.
Eyeing the catalogue, I realized that they’d never make the cut these days.
If they didn’t have a fuzzy belly that dipped over their belt, they weren’t for me.
There was something carnal about holding beefy legs in the air.
I needed a t-shirt that said, “Seeking men who jiggle.” My cock jerked in agreement.
Yeah, I had a type, and it had been a while since I buried myself in it.
Pulling my balls from my briefs, I gave them a quick tug.
I reached for my phone, and a few clicks later, I found the video that’d get me to the finish line.
A few years old, I could see the profile of a beefy man on all fours, me standing behind him, ready to shove my cock inside.
He had wanted a keepsake, and I wasn’t going to say no to the beefcake.
For all I know, half the internet had seen it.
I hoped they enjoyed watching as much as I did making it.
Pressing the play button, the phone blared a “Fuck. Me.”
I shot upright. I couldn’t click the volume fast enough.
“Shove it in.”
I turned it down, praying that nobody heard. “Fuck,” I hissed. “It’s just like high school all over again.” I’m sure the extra-long showers and demanding that I do my own laundry gave away the reality. At least my clothes and I were always clean.
Held up the phone just in time to see Wayne’s head shoot up with a howl.
He got exactly what he asked for. As I rolled the foreskin back and forth on my cock, I watched his face.
He turned his head to face the camera, biting his lip as I held still, my cock buried.
I brought the camera up to my face, examining his face.
He didn’t look much different than a certain cute cub I kept running into.
I closed my eyes, imagining Nick naked in the middle of the woods.
Bent over a log? On all fours by the campfire?
There were a dozen places I wouldn’t mind testing his endurance.
Hands gripping those meaty thighs before running along his belly.
From behind, I’d reach around, unbuckling his pants, letting them drop low enough I could admire those bare cheeks.
My finger grazed the top of my cock, already wet with precum.
The thought of railing a sexy man in the woods turned to excitement. I slowed my pace, not wanting to come just yet.
“The boots.” The thought of Nick bent over a fallen log in nothing but hiking boots.
I’d bury my face in that ass. I bet it had a dusting of dark hair.
Then I’d take my time licking and playing with his balls.
Once I got my cock inside him, it’d be hard, fast thrusting, and no chance I’d last long.
If I were lucky, it’d be one of many. I’d breed him, and with my cock still throbbing, gasping in his ear, I’d reach around and jerk his cock until he came.
The tingle traveled from toes to testicles.
The thought of my arm wrapped around his chest, standing him upright…
hand on his cock, jerking him while I still throbbed in his ass.
All of it in the open woods… the tingling sharpened as my toes curled.
My eyes shot open, foreskin pulled taut as the first drops of cum dribbled down the head.
As the orgasm tightened my muscles, cum landed in my beard.
Belly coated, I gasped, body jerking from the intensity.
I hit the pause button on the video. Who needed that when an active imagination would do?
I’d never be able to look Nick in the eye without a growing bulge.
With a lick of the lips, I tasted the cum in my beard.
Too bad he wasn’t going with me. Maybe we could have made a little trail magic of our own?
“Shower,” I said, trying to convince myself to get up. I eyed the cum-covered briefs. “Then laundry.” I couldn’t help but chuckle at the situation. “I guess some things never change.”