Date: Wed, 10 Apr 2013 14:57:14 +0100 From: tom Subject: Brief Encounters Chap 116 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 ******************************************************************************* >>>>>>>>>>> Now your attention please faithful readers as it's time to put in word for our sponsor. Or, in plain English I wouldn't be getting my epic published and you wouldn't be reading it if it were not for the Nifty Archive, so if you enjoy what you read then please, please consider making a donation to Nifty. It's very easy and painless, you just follow the donations link on the main page - I'm sure even our oversexed and luckess hero Art from the story would do it if he could - come to that, he'd do it anywhere! #################################################################### Chapter 116 – "Wetting?" Luckily for all concerned the last lesson of the afternoon was drawing to a close. David having found himself yet again in the toilet with Charles, decided that there was not much that could be done to tidy him up since they were both were too wet. "You alright now then?" "I think so," Charles surveyed his dishevelled uniform, "I don't know what mummy will say when she see's me." "Think she'll go nuts then? I reckon mine would." "No, I don't think so," the eyes loomed large, "because, well.. it's not as though it was my fault is it?" "Nah, I `spose not, be alright won't it." "And, Sir did say he'd have a word with her when she collected you didn't he?" David, never one to miss an opportunity especially when he had been sent to the toilets to attend to Charles, put his hand rather obviously in his wet pocket. "I know, he's very nice." closely watching David's pocket the eyes flickered behind the thick lenses, was there something else he wanted to say? "And, course it's yer first day innit. Besides, there ain't much we can do to clean up anyway is there?" David looked Charles squarely through the lenses, "So why don't we just hang about here for a few minutes and then go back to class, cause they'll all be packing up soon won't they?" "What are we going to do then?" Charles felt a shiver run up his back knowing he'd just virtually asked David to take the lead. "Well.." David smiled, his pocket moved. Charles knew what he wanted to do, it was something he had intended to do immediately he had got home. Could it also be what David wanted? "Uum.." by way of a reply David made a great show of manipulating himself through his pocket and tried to steer the conversation back to underwear. "Sorry to do this Gog's, but yer pants is a bit big, they's all twisted up round me bits! I `spose it's `cause they're wet." "Mummy always seems to buy them a size too big." observed Charles very correctly. "Your's are so much nicer even if they are wet. I really wish I had some like it." "I `spect you'll get some one day." David continued to fumble in his pocket and to direct the conversation where he wanted it to go having seen the lump within Charles' shorts. "Oh sorry Gog's, me willy's going all hard again, you don't think your's might do you?" Nodding and now blushing, Charles knew his wet shorts couldn't really disguise the fact that he indeed had for what passed as an erection. "You have then? Already?" David grinned mischievously. "Do you wanna, you know... try to, to do it again?" "Yes, yes! Would you? Can we?" replied Charles eagerly, a little too eagerly, then he stopped. There really was something else on his mind he wanted to ask his new found best friend. "And, I also wanted to ask.. uumm.. have you, because.. uumm... we're all wet... and it feels.. well.. have you.. uumm.. I mean... ever.. in your.." "Have I wot?" David started to unzip his fly, at all costs Charles had to be kept encouraged. "Don't be shy, now go on and ask me, `cause we're real good mates now ain't we?" Charles nodded again, his glasses were in danger of falling off. Again. "You carry on while I just sort these pants of yours out." "I, uumm.. well, with... I.. have... with.. uumm... have you... uumm you know.. making...uumm with... wet... I mean.. wetting... pants and... and that.. uumm.." Charles mumbled his way to a full stop, his eyes were glued to the white cotton bulge that protruded from the fly of David's shorts. He was very unsure how he had even managed to say that much, not that it made much sense to David anyway, except the Charles really did appear to have another secret. "Wet, wetting?" surprised to hear that key word David looked up, his briefs twitching visibly as they poked through the fly. Surely Charles didn't do or even know anything about that sort of thing, surely not! "Wot, wot you mean then Gog's.. wetting?" "Well when I stood up in class and all that water ran down my legs.. I thought it umm... uumm.." "Yeah, go on, you can tell me. You know you can trust me now can't you?" said David excitedly. His erection was now out on display and he was retracting his foreskin, it didn't exactly fit in with the adjustment of his wet underpants, but it certainly felt good and held Charles' attention! "Yes. Yes I know I can trust you." Charles swallowed hard and followed David's example by retracting his own foreskin even if it was through his pocket. "Oh! I think I get it!" David suddenly exclaimed. "You don't mean.. you.. do you!" "I know, I shouldn't have said anything." muttered Charles, had David guessed or not? Wishing he'd never even started the conversation Charles looked at the dirty tiled floor wondering what to say. Provocatively, David dropped his shorts right down to his ankles to reveal the wet briefs that were now clinging to him, his pink buttocks quite visible through the white, opalescent cotton. He started pulling at his cock through the fly. "Have I really gotta guess wot you's thinking? I reckon it's something you'd only tell yer best, bestest friend innit?" "Uumm.. uumm.. yes." Charles just dried up, his hand deep in his pocket holding his erection. "Would it be the sorta thing you'd only do... maybe, maybe standing in the bath?" asked David fishing for further confirmation and knowing that's certainly where he'd experimented a few times. Now nodding frantically, Charles was just too embarrassed to admit it and continued to stare at David's cock. "Uumm.." Grinning and to Charles' almost visible disappointment pushed David his cock back inside his briefs. "Well, have you.. have you ever... d'you think.. uumm.. that's what it, it might... uumm feel like?" Charles' stuttered to a halt yet again, his face very red. "Oh yes." replied David casually, still rearranging matters inside the briefs. "Really!" Charles looked astounded, "So, so.. so it's not just me?" "No, I'm sure it's not. If it's wot I think you mean." David was trying not to giggle at the way Charles was giving away the big secrets in his life. By no means was he the total innocent they had all assumed, even though he didn't seem know what he was doing to himself! "So, you, you mean.. you've done it as well?" "Not have," David grinned, he bent at the knees, "am!" "What?" The front of Charles' briefs, to be more precise the ones being worn by David were turning a very faint yellow colour, urine was flooding the front and seeping through the cotton to dribble down David's open legs and drip onto the floor. Joe knew he had been lucky to escape from the sick room with his clothes still intact after being partially ravaged by Art, closing the door behind him, he peered nervously up and down the corridor. The next few moments would be his only chance to get himself looking respectable before returning to the class, he turned to face the wall in case somebody came along. Shirt tails on display, his erect cock sticking out from under his torn shorts it was definitely time to tuck his clothes back in and tidy up. The easy part was tucking his clothes in, although trying to get his erection to remain inside his ill fitting Aertex briefs appeared impossible since the more he handled it, the harder it became. Absolutely refusing to go down, every time he attempted to walk it escaped and having been erect for so long was beginning to ache, but he had to get back to the class. Discovering the only progress he could make was in crab like fashion holding his blazer across himself with his legs pressed firmly together, he made his way very awkwardly back to the art room. "Well, come in and sit down." Mr Williams looked across the room as Joe appearing in the doorway and headed slowly towards Tom and Alex who were still at the table. "Looks like he's shit himself!" whispered Alex watching Joe's jerky movements. "Nah, I'd bet his shorts is now so bad he can't keep his willy in." Tom grinned. "I'll feel him up when he sits down!" "I assume Brian's head is alright then?" called out Mr Williams. "Sir?" said Joe pulling the chair back, desperate to sit down and hide his shorts. "Oh, sorry Sir, yes, he's fine. But, Miss is gonna keep him there quiet and send him back just before the bell goes." "You haven't seen the other two then?" "Two wot, Sir?" asked Joe, very relieved to sit down. "Thomas and.. uumm.. Charles?" "No Sir." "I'll give them another couple of minutes." Mr Williams turned away. "Hey, listen." said Joe kicking Tom's chair under the table. "Wot's want?" asked Tom. "Why you walking like that, Alex reckons you've shit yerself?" "No I fuckin' ain't! It's me fuckin' shorts innit, they's all ripped." replied Joe, who then grinned. "Now shut up and listen, Art's down there in the sick room without his trousers, he's in just them red pants of his!" "Wot?" Alex's eye's lit up. "He's wot?" "Art's on that bed thing covered in blanket, he's in just his pants and shirt," repeated Joe, "and while I was waiting for Bri, he put his hand up in me shorts and he nearly wanked me off!" "He wot. Fuck!" Tom could barely keep his voice down. "Cor, wish it was me!" "Lucky sod! But keep quiet!" hissed Alex. "Yer and he's cum in his pants, they's all covered in spunk and," Joe's eyes were huge, "he showed me his hard cock, it's been dripping all over the blanket! It's gert big innit?" "Yeah, nice innit! Hope mine gets like that!" said Tom wistfully. "But, but wot's he there for?" "He's, he's.." visualising Art's predicament Joe was struggling to stop himself laughing, "he's cut his bum! He's got a fuckin' gert plaster on it!" Before anything else could be said the classroom door slowly opened, David looking even wetter than he was when he left, stood there trying to screen an equally wet Charles standing behind. As the laughter grew a loud voice from the back of the room implied rather graphically that it looked as though they had wet themselves. Charles turned a brilliant shade of red on hearing the comment, David looked the other way and Mr Williams looked angrily in the direction of Jimmy's table. "We'll have less of that language or you'll be in detention." the wagging finger did the trick and the laughter subsided. "So you're back then?" Obviously unimpressed Mr Williams looked them up and down. "David, you look almost worse than when you left! I hope you haven't been messing about with Charles." The phrase messing about with Charles almost reduced Alex to laughter, biting his tongue he tried to remain composed. "No, no Sir! We had to, to.. uumm.. to.. wash the uumm.. dirty water off.. Sir." stuttered David most unconvincingly. He turned to Charles. "Didn't we?" "Uumm.. yes.. Sir." the enormous eye's behind the round glasses did little to confirm David's statement. "Well, you do seem very wet. Anyway, sit down then for the last few minutes and please, try not to spill a third pot." Their shorts while appearing not too wet, belied the fact that both their underpants had been wet with urine and then washed out in situ! Whilst at the time of wetting themselves it felt incredibly erotic, they now realised that doing it in school and having to return to class was a dreadful mistake. Apart from the faint smell of urine, water was draining from inside their shorts, down their legs to be absorbed by grey school socks and black shoes. "Yes Sir." David began feeling very uncomfortable once he had he sat down, his clothes were clinging to him and he was beginning to feel quite cold. Charles certainly didn't feel any better and if anything with his stick like, thin white legs looked considerably worse. There was though, one cheering thought. That David had implied to Charles in strictest secrecy that Simon, Tom and Alex were all devotees of water sports and if he were very, very lucky he might be invited to partake or at least possibly meet up with them over the coming half term break. "Oh well, anyhow the lesson is nearly over." Mr Williams looked at them again, luckily he missed the puddles forming around their shoes! "Now boys, start packing up and wash the brushes, put them away properly and please don't spill anything else." Looking at Mr Williams, David nodded attentively just as Alex mouthed the word, creep! Finally seeing that the class appeared to be doing as instructed Mr Williams walked over to Charles. "Now as I said earlier, since it's your first day and your mother is picking you up I'll take you to her and explain about these very unfortunate accidents to your uniform." "Thank you Sir." replied Charles very gratefully. Hearing that made David wonder how he was going explain his wet and shambolic appearance to his mother! "So that's it lads, as you don't have another lesson before the weekend I won't be seeing you until our half term trip. We meet here in the school carpark next Monday morning at ten thirty." Mr Woods looked around the class, for once it seemed he had their attention. Some of the boys were already whispering excitedly about what they had planned which in all probability had nothing whatsoever to do with history or castles, but involved the contents of their underpants. "So be here on time for the coach and don't forget to bring everything you need. Remember the object of this short trip is in the interests of history so don't forget you'll need something to take notes with." "And, we can bring our own tents Sir?" asked James. "Yes, that's all been agreed. Now look, it's only for three days so please don't bring the kitchen sink as well. Any questions?" "Wot if it's raining Sir? It ain't rained for days, me dad says it always rained when he went camping." asked Harry. "We get wet, so don't forget something waterproof." Mr Woods smiled. "Next?" "Wot we eating Sir?" asked James. "Is there a chip shop, Sir?" "No. You lot will be cooking something for yourselves, under instruction." "How Sir?" "I imagine with some difficulty!" That brought some laughter, Mr Woods waved his hand to signal to quieten down, "Now is there anything else?" "Sir," it was Martin, who had been sat quietly squeezing various clammy parts of Ian's anatomy throughout the lesson. "Yes?" "Wot other teacher is coming with us ?" "Ah, that's a good point. It's Mr Hawkins and he tells me there won't be any PE unless you lot get out of hand!" "He's alright," whispered Ian, "he understands all about wanking and all that, I know he's been real good to Art." For Simon the excitement of being kept overnight in hospital hadn't quite lasted the entire night, once he realised that he was confined to bed under the watchful eye of a rather strict staff nurse. Besides having a bit of a headache, his twisted ankle had swollen up and he felt rather homesick once his parents had left after the evening visiting time finished. Since he was in for one night's observation after knocking himself out, his mother in her panic to get to the hospital had unfortunately forgotten his pyjamas so he found himself having to sleep in a hospital gown. Had some of his friends been there with him they would have found the rear fastening incredibly inviting and he wouldn't have minded having a constant erection! As it was, he felt very vulnerable with his bum virtually on display and the permanent tent at the front, which he had convinced himself the nurses appeared to be watching. Of course like his brother Art, he too was now a habitual masturbator and the prospect of being unable to ejaculate throughout the entire evening coupled with the thought that he might instead have wet dream really worried him. Thus with so many things to fret about plus his physical aliments he thought himself very lucky to get through the night without starching the hospital sheets, although there was one sticky incident around three in the morning when he awoke to find himself humping the mattress! It was after the ward round towards the middle of the next morning that to his relief he saw his mother return carrying a bag and after have a few words with the sister she came over to the bed. "Hello love," she kissed him much to his annoyance, "apparently everything is fine and there are no signs of concussion so you can come home with me now." "Oh good.. but, but.." he looked around in panic, surely he wouldn't have to get out of bed in his backless tenting nightgown would he? He could never get dressed in full view of the ward, it would be just to, too embarrassing! "Mum, I'll need to get dressed, and, and me foot isn't good!" His foot or to be precise, his twisted ankle really wasn't very good and wouldn't take much weight. The chance of a possible head injury had been the hospital's prime concern, the twisted ankle being seen as a minor problem. Actually, his ankle had been the cause of severe embarrassment the previous evening since he didn't want to walk on it to go to the toilet, leaving the only other option of a bed bottle! Having been presented with one by a smiling nurse he was unsure what to do with it, particularly as his erection pointed upwards, whereas the bottle pointed downwards! That and the fact he then found peeing whilst sitting up in bed to be virtually impossible meant he suffered an agonising few minutes before producing something. "It's alright Simon, I'll pull the screens around in a minute for you to dress." Linda smiled, "You are such a baby at times." "But.." "Now I've brought you some clean clothes, here." she said opening the bag and laying them on the bed. "I'll pull the curtains round while you get dressed." "Oh." from the tone of voice there was little point in arguing. As she moved to pull the curtains around, Simon sat up and swivelled himself around on the edge of the bed to face away from her. The priority was to get his erection out of sight, leaning over he made a grab for the clean briefs thinking he'd put them on under cover of the gown. "Oh good, you've made a start and the curtains are drawn," she said sitting back on the edge of the bed by him, "now I don't expect you can stand on that foot, so I'll hold your pants while you step into them." "Wot! No, no!" Simon looked at her as though she were mad. "Mum, no! No!" "Oh but Simon, I've seen it all before." she couldn't help smiling which did little to assuage his bright red face. "Well you ain't seeing mine again!" he muttered. "Mum, turn round, please!" "Oh, alright, you are hopeless! I am your mother you know." she shrugged her shoulders and got up to go to the cabinet the other side of the bed. "Well you carry on then and I'll gather up your dirty clothes from yesterday." Relieved but hardly relaxed, Simon with one arm holding onto the bed wobbled around on his one good leg whilst attempting to pull his briefs up with his other hand. "Simon." "Wot mum?" he replied sounding a little irritable, since with one hand and one leg he still hadn't managed to pull the briefs up and get his erection under cover. "Please don't look." "No, no I won't look at you." she paused followed by a rustle of clothing. "Now tell me, I buy all your clothes don't I?" "Yer, course you do." he looked down to see his underpants twisted around his knees. Would things never go right! "Then why isn't there one item of your clothing here that I recognise?" "Wot? I dunno wot you mean mum." Oblivious to what clothes he had been dressed in by Art when he had been taken unconscious to the hospital, Simon couldn't understand the question. "Wot, mum? I dunno wot you mean." he repeated after a few moments thought. "Well, for a start when have I ever bought you Y-fronts?" "Wot?" The very mention Y-fronts had him even more embarrassed than before. He knew something was wrong, but what? "Why mum? Never, you always buy's me Woollies." The mention of Y-fronts had made him take notice, he glanced around to see her examining the clothes that had been in the bedside locker. "You used to buy Y-fronts for Art so you'd know which his clothes were." "That's right. So I'd know which clothes were his. And, I would never let either you go out of the house wearing dirty clothes or with holes in?" "Wot? Never, no." "So it doesn't look like these aren't yours then?" They landed on the bed beside him. Y-fronts, very stretched with several unmistakable patches of dried semen adding to the considerable urine stains on the front. "Wot!" Bright red, shocked he stared and the gingerly poked them with his free hand. The hole in the seat was more than obvious and looked to be about the size of a couple of thirteen year old fingers. "And these shorts, they've got holes in them as well." A pair of equally stained white shorts landed to join the briefs and conveniently display yet another finger sized hole between the legs. "Mum.. I, I don't know... they're not mine.. uumm..." he stuttered being honestly unable to offer any real explanation. His considerable embarrassment heightened since the activities implied by the state of the clothes were very much the same activities that he got up to! "Well if you don't know, I don't know." she stood up and looked down at a strange striped shirt. "I've never seen this shirt before either." "You wot!" "Maybe Art knows something. Anyway are you dressed yet?" "Uumm... no, not quite." the mention of Art was enough to set his mind racing. Was he the one who had got him dressed after the accident? "Now Simon, come on. We've got to get a move on and you're getting nowhere!" her voice grew louder as she approached to stand behind him, "Look, I don't want to look and see your willy, so we'll just pull your pants up and then we can get your shorts on." "Oh!" Convinced the entire ward had heard the comment he cringed. Then, without any further warning and to his ultimate embarrassment, two hands reached down his legs to take hold of the of the underpants and pull them up in one swift movement twanging his erection in the process as they passed over. "Mr Williams, that's so very nice of you to take the trouble to explain what happened to poor Charles," Mrs Creath smiled sweetly, "please, please don't worry about it all, I understand these accidents are bound to happen in any school." "I'm really glad you see it like that and it's really very unfortunate to be on his very first day as well," replied Mr Williams with some relief since it seemed Mrs Creath had taken the matter in good faith, "all very unfortunate. However, you know on the plus side I think Charles certainly has an eye for painting, something I gather he has inherited from you." "I think so as well," she beamed, "and you do know he won a prize at his last school don't you?" Mr Williams continued the somewhat sugary conversation safe in the knowledge that the accidents were already forgotten. Ignoring the adults Charles smiled benignly on the edge of the leather front seat of the Rover, there being far more important matters on his mind. Legs apart with the grey socks rucked up around his wet shoes his right hand was deep in his shorts pocket exploring the underside of David's wet blue briefs. His left hand rested innocently on his lap kneading his cock through his shorts whist he looked attentively through his thick glasses at the other pupils leaving the school. Noting that so many had a hand in their pocket it made him very happy to think that he too could now be doing what they did when they got home. It had certainly been quite a day. Quite a day, one which he would remember for the rest of his life having packed in more sexual adventure and exploration than he ever dreamt possible. Subjected to such a rapid and forced learning curve he couldn't actually recall all that had happened, except that he now thought he knew how to masturbate and that his new found friends were so very willing to assist him. The downside was the possibility of having to perform that dance for the prefects, but then again he was quite sure his friends would help him perfect it! The doorbell woke Simon, blinking into the sunlight he realised he was thankfully in his own room with the alarm clock by the bed showing a quarter past four. Lateral thinking dictated with sunshine coming through the window it must be four in the afternoon and that he had probably fallen asleep on his return from hospital. The question was, who had rung the doorbell? Forgetting he had a twisted ankle he swung himself around to jump out off the bed and came to a painful stop and doubled over with the pain as he muttered the immortal words, "Oh fuckin' hell!" Then he heard voices, one of them sounded like Art's. What was going on? He had to get downstairs to find out. ########################################### Chap 117 to follow