Date: Wed, 12 Dec 2012 21:11:27 +0000 From: tom Subject: Brief encounters Chap 109 Brief Encounters - the ever continuing saga... eekkk! First the mandatory warnings and disclaimers - basically don't read this if the naughty sexual exploits of young teenage schoolboys do not appeal. The characters depicted are fictional and not intentionally based upon any one person... although, if you do suddenly find yourself in the middle of the story just think how lucky you are! This is ostensibly a work of fiction, albeit with a few memories from my own school days plus some of the many invariably unspoken fantasies which I and my "best friends" would only ever rarely admit or allude to when we were at that very special, trusting and certainly innocent age. Today, it's very hard to imagine what it was like without the internet to immediately help conjure up fantasies based on images, webcams, stories or chat. Our sex lives were entirely dependant upon a very fervent imagination and thus being able to create our own fantasies usually based on friends and what we saw happening beneath the desk or in the changing rooms! I make no excuses for the fact that underwear features prominently in this story, because quite frankly it did, it was a very visible and tangible connection between us and our ever developing fascination with sex! It's important to remember that other than the very rare sexual extrovert, we never dared mention the subject because we were just too embarrassed and nobody understood what was happening to us anyway! You might call it a story about the age of discovery - usually in bed - or if you shared a bedroom with a brother, then discovery would be in the bathroom! Do note, at the time of writing the story itself is not finished and for better or worse, it has now turned into a work of some length but I will regularly post updates and there are more than enough pages written to keep it going! Nifty require a text file so if the formatting or punctuation go slightly up the creek you now know why! And, also during the writing for various reason I have had to change character names, so I hope for continuity they are now correct! Finally, I hope you enjoy it and please, please do let me have any comments or suggestions and for some of you I it might even jog a memory or two, three if you are lucky... I would be intrigued to learn! Tom email: amias09@fastmail.fm ******************************************************************************* ################################################################# Dear boys and girls (yes there is one!) take note.. With the end of the year looming this will probably be the last post untill the first week of the New Year, as otherwise I will be scheduled to post on Christmas day when I should be stuffing me turkey So I wish you all the fun of whatever it is you will be getting up to and strongly urge you to do anything that I would. And, of course do be ware of Santa appearing in the middle of the night and trying to do something with your chimney.. You know, you could always send Nifty a monetary Christmas present ,they would be very grateful I'm sure. I will see you all metaphorically in the New year. Tom #################################################################### Chapter 109 – Wonder if somebody's got a safety pin? "Who was it who wanted him then, I missed it?" "I dunno, Harry said it so quick then they shot off." Nigel shrugged his shoulders. "We'll find out soon enough, I hope it wasn't to serious `cause the poor sods already gonna be in trouble with his mum." "Why?" "Because for the first time since he started school she sent him off looking like new, well sort of," Nigel shook his head in despair, "now look at him. Few hours and he's back to a right fuckin' mess." "Both him and me. Oh shit." Robin looked down at his trousers and then at his wet underpants hanging from the tap, there was just so much semen to wash out that obviously some proper form of detergent was going to be needed. "Me mum'll go nuts, Nige wot can I tell her has happened to me?" "You'll have to do the bottle trick, same as Art's gonna do." "Wot?" he looked at Nigel. "The wot?" "Easy, but you can only do it once or she'll guess if you tries it again." Nigel smiled. "Before you get's home you gotta pour a bottle of water or lemonade of something over the front of yer trousers, then you tells yer mum some kids had bottle fight on the bus and you got it over you by accident." "Fuck, that's clever!" Robin managed a smile. "It worked for me, but remember you can only use it once." "But wot about me pants?" "Dunno, you'll have to sneak 'em home in yer bag or something and wash 'em proper won't you." said Nigel wagging a finger, "And, remember if you starts playing with yerself through yer trousers this afternoon you won't be able to stop. You'll be going home with 'em full of spunk and I knows that ain't so easy to hide with a bottle of water." "Right." Hearing the salutary warning soon had Robin removing his hand from his pocket and changing the subject. "So wot was it you wanted to know about girls?" "You sure you wanna tell me, it sounded before like you'd had dad trouble or something." "Uumm.. yeah I do." Robin took a deep breath. "I gotta do it, say something." "OK, only if you wants to." Nigel leant back against the basin. "Come on and put yer pants in yer bag, I'll take Art's and we'll fuck off outta here, you can tell me about this on the way." Quickly gathering up their clothes they left the toilet and started walking silently down the corridor towards the exit and smaller of the two playgrounds. "See, when I was just thirteen and had found how to wank, well I couldn't stop could I?" started Robin. Pausing he looked at Nigel and blushed, "I never been able to say that before... wanking.. I wank... I wank a lot!" "Yeah I know, don't we all!." Nigel smiled as they reached the outside door. "Come over here in the corner away from them other kids. We all does it, but for some it takes a lot of courage to say they do it, don't it?" "Yes, a fuckin' hell of a lot." Robin nodded. "So anyway, we ain't got much time so let me tell wot you wants to know. See back then I wanted to see what a girls bits was like so.. so.. Nige, Nige this is fuckin' hard to talk about.." "I ain't saying nothing to nobody if you don't want to, so it's up to you if you want to carry on. Sometimes it's better to say things, than to keep 'em all fuckin' bottled up." Nigel sniffed. "Like my mum and dad, things ain't very good there, d'you see wot I mean?" "Oh I do, really I do." taking a breath Robin continued, "So, I'd seen her tits before when I was twelve, but it was wot was between her legs I wanted to know about." "So do I!" Nigel grinned, his had already moving in his pocket. Robin looked rather obviously at Nigel's trousers and grinned. "So I knew that sometimes when she went in the bog she'd stay in there for ages and start to make sorta noises!" "Wot sorta noises," Nigel was quite excited, "d'you think she was wanking then.. but, but, how'd she do it? How do they do it?" "Yer, that's right I'm sure she was. Our bedrooms is next door and I'd hear her moaning and the bed creaking at nightime." Robin put his hand back in his pocket. "So I'd wank along with her when I heard her at it." "Shit! You dirty little fucker!" Nigel's eye's were wide open and surprised at Robin's admission. "You don't look as though butter would melt in yer mouth! Last year Art and me were guessing whether some kids ever wanked at all and we didn't think you did!" "Well thanks!" Robin blushed. "Fuck! Couldn't say I did though, could I? Like we just said some can admit and some not." "Don't matter you have now! So fuckin' go on then, so wot happened next?" "See, I had this great idea that I'd stand on a chair that was on the landing and peep in bathroom through the little window thing over the door. All the bedrooms have got 'em as well, it's how they built all the houses in the street." Robin looked at Nigel. "But that's where it all went wrong." "You sure you want to tell me?" "Yer, have to, see it's about dad and that as well." Robin looked at the floor. "Oh." Nigel could almost guess what was coming next, in which case it was no wonder Robin was hesitant about revealing the details. "Well," Robin looked round to see if anybody could overhear, "it was a Sunday afternoon and she goes in the bathroom. I was bored and already wanked twice in the morning and was still hard. Anyway I'm thinking she's gonna do wotever she does and I was really horny!" "We all wanks a lot on Sundays!" Nigel grinned. "Fuckin' go on then." "So I gets the chair off the landing and puts it outside the bathroom door and stands on it." Nigel had by now developed a full erection and from the look of Robin's hand so had he. "Rob, fuckin' leave it alone! I've warned you, now just don't cum in yer trousers or you'll be fucked for the rest of the day!" "I'll try." he smiled and removed his hand, leaving the head of his cock outlined through his trousers. "Dirty boy." "So," closing his eyes he could almost visualise the scene, "wot I sees is her with one or two fingers pushed up wot looks like a sorta hole, with a few hairs around it.." "Where?" excitedly interrupted Nigel. "Like where our cocks are?" "Yeah, between her legs, sorta same place as yer willy. Sorts slit thing about two, three inches long with a sorta uumm... little lumpy bit at the top." Robin grinned, for once he knew more than Nigel, "It looked like she's rubbing the lumpy bit while she's also got her fingers up her hole. After a couple of mins she starts to moan a bit..." "Yeah, go on!" "It was hard to see but I thought she was all sorta wet like `cause she takes he fingers out and licks 'em every now and then!" he looked at Nigel who's jaw had dropped on hearing it. "D'you think girls cum like, you know make juicy stuff?" "Licks 'em?" repeated Nigel. "Wot's on 'em them.. could be a sorta girl cum or something. Fuck!" "Dunno, but that's when I see's her fanny thing proper, all the hairs is sorts stuck together... anyway I'm so excited watching her I'm rubbing meself and thinking I can hold back." "But you fuckin' can't hold back can you?" Nigel grinned. "We've all done that one!" "I know that now! Anyway she sticks her fingers back in and fuckin' goes for it! Well I'm rubbing along as well, then she must have cum or wotever they does `cause she sorta doubles up and really makes a load of grunts and that!" "Fuck..." Nigel was hanging on every word and holding the gooey end of his foreskin through his trousers. "And... and.." "So I cums in me pants don't I! And in the excitement I sorta shake about on the chair! Well, somehow the chair knocks against the bathroom door or something `cause she looks up sees me wobbling about in the window. She starts screaming and, and.. me dad comes upstairs quick to see wot it's all about." The excitement in Robin's voice tailed off, he managed a weak grin and looked at Nigel, "Then it all went fuckin' wrong.." "Wot, then?" asked Nigel feeling there was clearly more to this than sex, "It's yer dad innit? You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." "I must." Robin took a very deep breath. "You see, uumm.. dad ain't never been easy.. uumm.. he's always been sorta short tempered and that.." "Oh." said Nigel. Was Robin going to confirm Nigel's earlier guess? "He's big see," he paused, "so he drags me down from the chair and says he's gonna teach me a lesson `cause I'm a dirty little pervert.." "You really wanna say this stuff?" asked Nigel, his guess confirmed. Seeing the change in Robin he was unsure if he should put his arm around him or not. He decided not. "Yeah, nobody knows nothing... and I trust you." looking at Nigel he blinked and took another breath. "So he sits on the chair and pulls me over his knee, like.. like he's done before.. and, and before.." "Oh fuck." Nigel was getting stuck for the right words, but he blurted out. "Oh shit. He do like fuckin' hitting you don't he?" Robin nodded. It was not the thing that any schoolboy really wanted to admit about his father. "I'm sorry.. I.." Nigel swallowed hard. At least his own father wasn't violent. "So.. so he says he's gonna do it proper and he rips me jeans down but, but.. this is so.. so fuckin' embarrassing." Robin paused clearly now becoming very upset. "You sure?" "Yeah I fuckin' am!" Robin wiped his eyes. "Now, d'you see `cause I'd cum in me pants and he's pulled 'em down, it was all gonna be smeared all over his trouser leg. He went fuckin' nuts when he realised..." He paused again, Nigel just looked not sure whether to say anything or not. "So he calls me every name he can think of... and he hit's me... and hit's me... even Jilly came out the bathroom and begged him to stop, then mum came up and had to scream at him to make him stop." "I dunno wot to say." Nigel blinked. "Wot a cunt!" "I couldn't sit down proper for ages. Don't `spose you'd remember, but I had a couple of days off that week." he looked at Nigel and sniffed. "Mum had to write a note to get me off gym `cause me bum was so bruised and she was afraid somebody might see it." "Fuckin' hell." "We barely talks now. Mum's alright, I don't think things between them is that great." he wiped his eyes again. "I ain't having nothing to do with him. Ever. He's a cunt!" "If it helps, my dad's just fuckin' useless." Nigel tried to smiled, but ended up rubbing his eyes, "He don't do nothing `cept go fuckin' fishing with his mates. He leaves Mum to do it all, so she gets pissed off trying to keep it all together and then she shouts at us." "Wot a fuckin' pair ain't we?" Robin's voice was sounding as though it were cracking. "We'll have to stick together and help each other then won't we." Nigel blinked. "Not much fun without a sorta real dad is it?" Robin didn't reply, he merely shook his head, sniffed and looked at the ground. "Y'know," Nigel did his best to smile, "Art's dad's fuckin' luvly. He even talks to Art about wanking, growing up and all that, he's so fuckin' nice... I wish he was mine.." "Sounds.. he's.." Robin took a breath, "he's very lucky to me." Not wishing to get onto the merits of Ted Weldon, knowing he would very probably dissolve in tears Robin wiped his eyes as he bent down to pick up his bag, "Come on, let's get on before the bell goes." "Yeah." Nigel sniffed and wiped the sleeve of his blazer across his face. "Strange innit, seems we all got something to hide ain't we?" "Wonder wot happened to Art?" asked Robin in an attempt to change the subject. "Come on Gog's you're sitting with me for this one." said Joe, he reached out and grabbed the sleeve of Charles blazer. "You'll get to know us all this way, d'you see?" "I will? I am?" Charles sat down heavily to Joe's left and looked rather blankly around the classroom. "What lesson is it now?" For Charles the day had been a whirlwind of new faces, routines and strange discoveries. One particular discovery was firmly stuck in his mind, but he didn't know what to do about it. "Ain't you read yer timetable?" "No," he looked at Joe, the glasses reflected Joe's grinning face, "I've lost it." "You twit how d'you do that? Never mind, you can copy mine out." "So what lesson is it now?" "Geography innit?" "I don't know, is it?" "That's wot I just said innit?" Before Charles could reply Mr Weaver swept into the room carrying the ubiquitous pile of exercise books. "Quiet lads." Joe glanced down at Charles' grey shorts, they showed little sign of activity, not even so much as a hand in the pocket. The secretive discussion during the midday break after the abortive trip to the toilet had been centred on Charles and the fact he was obviously a total innocent as far as masturbation was concerned. Since they were taking it in turns to sit by him throughout the day there had been several jokes about who would be the lucky one to actually get inside his shorts. "We might have to go back to cliff formations," Mr Weaver looked around the room, "it seems from your homework not all of you are entirely with me on this." "I'm sick of bloody cliffs!" muttered Joe to Charles. "Charles, it is Charles isn't it?" Mr Weaver looked over. Joe's murmuring having attracted his attention and jolted his memory having forgotten that Charles was joining the class. The oversize NHS glasses looked back. "Yes Sir." mumbled Charles, clearly tired of being made the centre of attraction and once again looking suitably embarrassed to confirm it. "Have you done cliff formations before?" "Yes, I did them at my last school." replied Charles adding very firmly. "Twice." "Good Lord!" exclaimed Mr Weaver. "You could probably tell us then." "Probably!" replied Charles frostily in a rather adult style put down. Despite his typically new boy image and outward appearance there was one thing he was not doing again and that was boring cliff formations! "Go for it!" whispered Joe nudging him under the desk. "Tell him we're all sick of bleeding cliff formations!" "Interesting, you're obviously quite an expert then." Mr Weaver turned away leaving Charles wondering if his moment of bravado had alienated him. "Wish he'd fuckin' jump off his rotten cliffs into the river!" hissed Alex to Tom. "Cliffs is boring." Tom started to giggle, naturally Alex soon followed and before long Joe had turned round to see what the joke was. Mr Weaver suddenly swung round from the blackboard and pointed directly at Tom and Alex, looking shocked they sat bolt upright. "Listen you two clever little things, I bumped into Mr James on the way here and he told me you've already earned extra homework for messing about and disrupting Charles' first day at school." Pausing theatrically, it allowed the gravity of the situation to be fully absorbed by their second year mindsets. Under the desk Alex, never the strongest of personalities when being told off felt around and held Tom's hand. "So if I have to tell you off as well, then you'll be doing that extra work in detention, have you got that?" "Yes Sir.." the joint replied sounded a cross between a croak and mumble. The other boys in the class fell silent, Mr Weaver was normally very easy going so something must have upset him. However, some twenty minutes into the lesson and he appeared to have regained his normal placid self. The class relaxed although Tom and Alex were particularly careful not to do anything silly and decided for a change just to get on with their allotted work. Conversely, Joe was hoping to win the bet of being the first to invade Charles shorts and hadn't really been following the lesson at all. Instead he had devoted his entire cerebral output to the very serious question of how he could raise the subject of masturbation with Charles. "Charlie," he whispered as Mr Weaver set about drawing another one of his famously incomprehensible diagrams annotating the formations of cliffs. "What?" Charles turned, then looked again making sure he wasn't mistaken. Out the corner of his eye he could see that a hand was actively doing something extremely obvious in Joe's pocket. "Oh.. sorry," Joe replied quickly, but nevertheless very slowly withdrawing his hand, "didn't mean you saw that..." "Oh..." Charles furtively glanced down, was there a definite bulge in Joe's shorts? "Uumm..." "See, see what?" whispered Charles excitedly. The fuse lit, it was now even beginning to smoke a little. "Uumm.." Joe did his best to look embarrassed, "uumm.. just that me willies gone all hard and its got caught in me pants!" "Oh! What its hard?" replied Charles incredulously. Looking very flushed his mind was racing, now the subject had been raised dare he ask if Joe masturbated? Would or could he tell him more about it? But first, was he brave enough to even ask? "D'you mind if I free it, me pants has got twisted!" Joe smiled. "Thought I'd ask, in case you thought I was being funny or something putting me hand down me shorts." "No.. do it.." Charles' rapidly nodded to reinforce his approval and stared down. "Didn't mean to embarrass you or nothing," Joe leant over and whispered very quietly, "y'know some boys won't even admit they does it or even try to." "Does, do what?" Charles' mouth was already going dry. "Y'know.. wank." "Uumm.." Charles' mouth was now so dry he was barely audible, "do.. so.. do... do you?" Smiling, Joe purposely pretended he hadn't quite heard. Quickly glancing around the room he looked down and casually unzipped his shorts, opening the fly exposed the distinctive cotton mesh of his Aertex underpants. With Charles' eyes now enormous behind his glasses and staring into the open fly, Joe pushed his hand inside and fiddled around to supposedly rearrange his erection. It was all over in less than ten seconds, nevertheless Charles had been shown some unusual pee stained underpants and even a tiny glimpse of the much abused, red mushroom head of Joe's erection. "Sorry about that," Joe grinned, "it must be sitting to next you, you've made me go all hard!" "Me!" Charles flushed. "We all gets hard don't we?" Joe winked. "Especially when we wakes up." "What.. what.. done what? I've never seen.. uumm.." his mouth now so dry Charles was having difficulty in talking at all and knew for sure he was always erect when he woke up. "Joe, what, what underpants are those?" "Aertex, I don't like 'em. They shows all the pee stains for one thing." Joe, looked towards the front to check that Mr Weaver was still occupied. "Course, me mum buys 'em don't she. Wot's your's then?" "Why?" "I just likes to know. Hey, did I see you wears a vest as well?" "Oh yes. St Michael, mummy buys me matching sets of vest and briefs, just like daddy!" replied Charles excitedly. Excitedly, not only because Joe had virtually admitted he masturbated, but also because there was something about Joe's Aertex underwear that intrigued him. In fact as it would turn out, anybody's underwear! "Really, you and yer dad wear the same undies then!" Joe just couldn't believe how naive Charles was for a second year. To top it all it appeared he didn't even know how to masturbate, but was rapidly becoming very keen to learn! It was a fact that in the course of a few hours the very pure and innocent Charles would start down the slippery slope of self-abuse and all but abandoned his mothers dire warnings en route. "D'you wanna do something a bit naughty?" Joe grinned. "Oh, uumm.." Charles' heart was rapidly speeding up, maybe Joe would help him in his quest for help on the mystery of masturbation, "what?" "Put yer hand up the leg of me shorts and see how far up you gets!" Never having touched another boy other than through sport or an accident, Charles excitedly put his fingers over his lips and stared down, Joe certainly now appeared to have an erection. "Come on Gog's!" Joe looked up to be sure Mr Weaver was still busy. "Me willies still hard, is yours?" Charles just blushed and didn't answer. With that Joe reached under the desk and took Charles' right arm. Pulling it towards himself he made sure it rubbed across the top of his erection before directing the very hot little fingers to the open leg of his shorts. Naive or not, Charles took to his task with gusto and began to really force his fingers up the leg of the shorts. Joe was absolutely ecstatic, since this was his favourite game that he would play with David on the bus going home, on occasion he had even ejaculated into his briefs in excitement. Part of the game was to wait till fingers had wormed their way high enough to almost touch his briefs at which point he would quickly put his hand in his pocket and grab at the fingers. "Oh!" squeaked Charles in surprise, his hand suddenly gripped by Joe's through the material of the pocket. "Bloody hell, keep it quiet," hissed Joe, "yer nearly up to me pants, d'you wanna go on?" Charles nodded so frantically his glasses almost fell off! "Well then," Joe grinned, "I want to feel the front of yer shorts in exchange." "Oh uumm..." Charles bit his lip, the moment of truth. Without further hesitation he nodded again and then actually smiled. By no stretch of the imagination could Joe's cock be called anything other than average for his age, but by comparison it was a monster to what he could feel through Charles' new grey shorts. As the hand burrowed ever higher in the hope of getting inside the Aertex briefs, Joe found it very awkward using his left hand to get a proper grip on Charles zip so he could so desperately claim the prize he sought. Ultimately after putting considerable strain on Joe's shorts, Charles managed to get his hand up past the weak elastic of the Aertex briefs and just managed to touch the wrinkled, hairless scrotum. Squirming on the chair Joe rammed his hand ever deeper into his pocket to assuage the slippery end of his cock whilst continuing to feel the front of Charles' shorts with his other. Charles was unable to stop himself even if he wanted to, never before had he known himself attain such a hard erection even if helped by Joe's rhythmical kneading through his shorts. Charles though, knew deep down that he really wanted Joe's hand inside and not merely outside his shorts. Realising the problem was of access, with his free hand he aided Joe and unzipped his own shorts. Pushing his hand into the open fly confirmed what Joe already knew, that St Michael underwear had a much softer feel than the usual ribbed cotton of Y-fronts, rolling Charles' erection between his fingers also quickly confirmed that he hadn't been circumcised. With Charles now excitedly shuffling around on his chair, Joe fully explored the inside of his shorts and also ascertained that he tucked his vest into his underpants, all the more to report to his friends! Tracing the outline of the briefs Joe fully intended to enter through the fly and pull Charles' erection out so that he could begin to play with the foreskin to start him on the magical journey to his first ever orgasm. Having pushed his hand inside and begun excitedly to stroke the length of Charles' cock was as far as he got before the sound of another zip being slowly undone stopped him in his tracks. It wasn't a zip. It was the sound of the stitching as the inside seam of his shorts started to pull itself apart! The strain caused by Charles' arm invading the limited opening of the short's leg that had played such a vital part in the excitement had taken it's toll and the seam had parted. Charles was looking in disbelief at the full length of Joe's leg from his scuffed black shoes, grey socks and up through the exposed white cotton lining to the pee stained folds of the Aertex briefs. "Shit!" hissed Joe in horror. "I knew they was me old shorts, but...oh.. oh shit.. I didn't think they'd rip like that!" "Sorry." Charles looked lost. As indeed were the shorts! To be fair, the inside seam had taken considerable punishment with David's frequent forays on the bus service and the shorts, far from new had just given up the battle. Ripped from the bottom of the leg all the way up to virtually the underside of the fly something needed to be done and quickly. In panic Joe struggled to pull the two sides back together and looked at Charles, who in turn looked rather longingly at the exposed part of the briefs. Silently he wished it hadn't happened since it had totally stopped play just when he had been on the verge of handling Joe's cock and in turn had been about to be given a hands-on lesson in the art of masturbation. "Wonder if somebody's got a safety pin?" whispered Joe sounding more than just a little worried. "Thank fuck it weren't the outside seam!" "Daniels, if you don't shut up and start paying attention you're going to be doing that extra homework alongside your two friends." Hearing his name Joe immediately sat up. Looking startled, he knew the rest of the class were now looking at him and he imagined they all could see his torn shorts. "Isn't there nobody in this class who can sit by Charles and let him have his first day here to concentrate without distractions?" The class was quiet. Mr Weaver looked straight at Joe. "I'm tempted to get you out here to give the rest of the lesson since you plainly know all about cliff formations and have no need to listen." "Sir.. wot.." he stuttered, red in the face at being singled out. Under the desk he found all his fingers had turned to thumbs as he fumbled about very nervously trying to hold the two halves of the leg together should he have to stand up. ################################################# Chap 110 to follow