Date: Wed, 08 May 2013 17:35:03 +0100 From: tom Subject: Brief encounters C118 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 118 – Is it sausages for tea? Simon started to rub his stomach in a circular motion through his shorts hoping to distribute the spunk which he had just squirted into his underpants and pulled his other hand from the dank recesses of Art's jeans. "I could have cum then if you'd carried on a bit," Art licked his lips. "now you've got me pants all sticky and me cock won't go down!" "It's all sticky in there so I think you've already cum in yer pants enough for today!" replied Simon firmly. "Besides you know wot happens when mum sees all the mess on yer uniform, she goes off into fuckin' orbit don't she? So don't you start her off again for fucks sake." "Well, I've got away with it so far today so I `spose yer right." "Yeah, quit while yer ahead like me." Simon squeezed his cock though his shorts only to conclude his timely advice with a complete non-sequitur. "I reckon I could cum again right now!" "Well let's do it later on then," Art smiled enthusiastically, totally unaware that a non-sequitur even existed anyway, "we could sorta try something new if you wants." "Wot?" sitting up very quickly Simon looked at Art, who sat on the edge of the bed was now contemplating sniffing and licking each semen coated finger in turn. "Wot you mean?" "I'll think of something." he grinned. "Now wot's yer spunk taste like then?" "You in there boys?" with a cursory knock on the half open door Ted's shadow appeared in the doorway. "Can I come in?" "Oohhhh ssshhiiittt..." hissed Art under his breath as he tried to move away from the proximity of Simon's shorts.. "Uumm.. yeah... course," replied Simon quickly removing his hand to expose the lump in his shorts, "I was uumm.. just telling Art about hospital." "Yer." agreed Art, looking unsurprisingly guilty as Ted came in the room. "I gather you've been in need of a bit of nursing as well." Ted smiled at Art who now seemed uncomfortably perched on the edge of the bed. "And, I believe Mr Woods brought you home." "Yer, a gert accident wunnit?" he replied, reluctantly dropping his partially licked fingers down by his side. "Certainly sounds like it, from what mum's said." Art nodded. "Yeah." It seemed from the guilty looks and body language that there was something afoot, experience and intuition told Ted that he had probably interrupted matters. Having guessed that Simon was rapidly following in Art's testosterone driven footsteps there was a fair chance that whatever it was, probably involved sex in one form or other. Wondering if he was right, Ted looked first at Art then to Simon who had returned his hand across his stomach to disguise the recalcitrant erection. "Art I'm sure we'll hear all about that in minute, but as I haven't seen Simon since he went to the hospital and I'd like to know how he's feeling." "Them nurses is a bit strict, still me headaches gone now," replied Simon casually pressing down on his shorts, "but now me foot hurts." "You were so lucky with your head, it could have been a lot worse. We were very worried about you," Ted looked down at the bandaged ankle, "as for your foot, if you can do without the crutches after another day home, we could try and get you back to school even if you have to have a lift in." "Oh goody! Wot and get a lift?" Simon smiled. "There ain't nothing to do here if I can't walk or ride me bike or that." "We'll see how it goes. Either that or I'll ask the school to send some work for you!" "Oh dad!" the smile went from his face. "No!" "Now then," he turned to Art, "since tea is going to be any minute you can tell the saga of your injury later. But quickly tell me, what's the injury all about? Mum tells me I need to change a plaster or something tomorrow morning because you won't let her do it?" Simon started to snigger giving Ted the clue he had to keep a straight face since Art's injury was obviously going to be of an embarrassing nature. "Ah, dad.. well see.. I've got a gert cut on me.. me bum.." blushing Art continued to a stuttering halt, "and, and.. well.. I don't want mum doing it.. uumm.. `cause uum.. well.. you know.." "In case she see's something she shouldn't?" Ted smiled. "Wot could that be that then?" asked Simon now reduced to giggling. "Shut up!" still blushing, Art looked at the carpet. "Dad, you knows wot I mean." "Yes, I think I know exactly what you mean." "Yeah alright, well don't go on about it." "Now listen, you're not usually up when I go off to work in the morning are you?" Ted looked at Art, "So, if you want me to change it and not mum you will have to be up and awake." "Will you be alright getting up that early!" spluttered Simon taking the meaning of being up, in quite another sense. "Shut up!" hissed Art. "Well dad, course I'll be awake for that won't I, I mean, I'll get up special won't I?" "Good lord," Ted suddenly looked at the window, "was that a pig I just saw flying by the window?" "Wot? Dad, a pig? Wot?" the joke, like the pig had flown quickly past Art. "Oh.. and you're away next week aren't you?" said Ted recalling it was half term week. "Heaven help those teachers taking you lot camping. I hope your bum will healed by then, or one of them will have to do it!" "Wot! No!" Art looked aghast. "Pigs? Wot? Dad wot you on about? Teachers, pigs, wot's mean, I don't get it." "It's a joke innit?" said Simon pressing down on his shorts. Maybe he should go camping somewhere with his friends? "Well I don't get it." Art pulled a face. "Never mind." Ted continued. "Now come on and get up, I want both of you downstairs for tea before mum starts calling out." "Yer dad, it's alright we're going, we're going!" replied Art starting grin. Without really thinking he then slid off the edge of the bed and stood up. "There, I'm up see." A second later, Simon burst into hysterical laughter. Unable to stop himself he pointed towards the omnipresent tent in Art's jeans, further enhanced by the gaping fly from where he had just withdrawn his hand. Startled at Simon's reaction, Art instantly looked down to find his red underpants all but being thrust out from the open fly by his erection. "No.. no!" he wailed in despair reaching down to fumble with the zip only to discover that trying to pull the two halves together over the stubborn protrusion wasn't as easy as it looked. "Is it sausages for tea?" asked Simon. "No! And that's enough from you!" "Sorry dad!" Simon bit his tongue before he started laughing again. "Art, try and get it back under control before you come down to eat!" Ted whilst fully appreciating Art's oversexed predicament was nevertheless trying very hard not laugh and further compound his acute embarrassment. However, since Simon obviously also knew the situation it appeared to Ted that a loving humourous approach between the three of them was probably as good a way of handling the awkwardness as any. With Charles travelling home in the leather appointed luxury of the family Rover, David, Joe, Alex and Tom had as usual, to get the bus. However, without Charles's presence there was the opportunity to speculate as to his character and naturally, his sexual predilections. Quickly, if rather irreverently they pooled their thoughts and soon concocted a fanciful profile of Charles' character revolving around his sexual prowess or more accurately, the lack of! However as they all agreed, it was David who having managed to bring Charles to orgasm that definitely deserved the prize, namely to borrow Charles' white St Michael underpants for the night! "Well let's see 'em then." said Alex prodding David. "Yeah, drop yer shorts." added Tom excitedly, he turned around and looked back to see who else was on the bus. "Look there ain't nobody anywhere near us, they're all at the back." "Sod off, I ain't pulling me shorts down here, not with them other people about." "Dave, you don't have to stand up, just undo 'em and pull 'em down a bit." said Alex pulling at the sleeve of David's blazer. "The conductors bin and gone, we won't get interrupted now will us?" "Tom's right, there ain't nobody really behind us other than them two old grannies chatting away and them two six formers having a crafty fag." said Joe looking around. "None of them cares about yer pants do they?" "Well just hang on, don't make such a bleeding fuss," David grinned. "just gimmie a sec." "D'you say they're Marks and Sparks?" asked Tom. "Yeah and pretty new, I think." David looked up. "I got some of them as well as me Y-fronts," Tom scratched the front of his shorts, "they're softer than me Y-fronts I think." "But you ain't soft, look at it!" laughing, Alex pointed to his shorts. "Neither is you." "Hey, we've seen your's, now we wanna see Gog's and if he's pissed in `em!" Joe grinned. "Come on Dave, fuckin' hurry up, you got 'em all night to play with." "You sure it's safe?" David quickly glanced behind. "Thought I'd heard something." "Oh sod off, you're only wasting time!" said Alex poking at David's shorts. "He's right, now hurry up, we wants to see 'em now!" said Joe leaning over to look staring at David's fly and licking his lips. "Yeah Dave, come on and get 'em off!" agreed Alex. With that Joe, sat next to David made a grab at the leg of the shorts to be followed moments later by two other pairs of eager hands as Tom and Alex pushed in beside them on the seat. Wriggling about in the confined space they began to giggle and then start to grope each other, trying to get a hand up each others shorts. It didn't take long before each had suffered at the hands of the others as the excitement grew and all under the pretext of trying to pull David's shorts down. After a couple of minutes of intense activity they were looking hot, very untidy and beginning to slow down, Joe and Alex were each firmly holding onto the legs of David's shorts. At that point Tom took the opportunity and tried to keep David's flaying arms out of the way as he wrestled with the waistband using his free hand as the two others pulled at the shorts. David knew the battle was lost when the tension around his waist was suddenly eased and he could feel his shorts being rapidly pulled down to the accompaniment of laugher. The briefs, still quite damp from their token wash suddenly felt quite cool as the process of evaporation began to be confirmed by the goose bumps on his legs. "Look he's all hard!" exclaimed Joe gently prodding at the exposed bulge. "Wot d'you bleeding expect!" replied David in between laughing. "Bet you got one as well!" "How d'you know!" said Joe grinning. "Shall we pull his pants down as well then?" said Alex who, irrespective of the answer had already started to tug at the waistband. "Wot's think then, shall we?" Tom looked at Joe who nodded excitedly. "Yeah!" "No! Not here!" "Wot?" Alex who had become so engrossed in the action paused, he looked at Joe and Tom to see which had vetoed his suggestion. "You may want to see what's in his shorts, but I don't and neither do any other passengers." "Oh...no... oh.. sshhhh." stuttered Tom looking slowly up. They had been caught. "Uumm.. oh no! " Alex gulped and shifted on his seat, cramp gripped his stomach. Confronted by the ticket inspector towering above he certainly didn't feel quite so confident about removing David's clothes and as ever looked towards Tom for support. "Is this what they teach you at that grammar school?" "Is you.. Mister.. you.. gonna.. uumm.. report us?" blurted out Tom, seemingly the only one able to vocalise his worst fears. David pretended he wasn't there and sat staring at the dirty match striker plate screwed to the rear the seat in front. "It, it's only, was only a, a joke." added Tom nervously. Having had a few moments to pull himself together he had recognised the inspector as somebody who had let him off having lost his ticket a few weeks back. Nearing retirement the ticket inspector had seen just about every form of activity that was possible to perform on a bus, so the sight of David with his shorts pulled down was hardly going to shock him. Beside which, the boys couldn't be seen and were not making that much noise, so there was really little of any great concern to the other passengers and doubtless a firm telling off would suffice. "It might be a joke, but it's still not a very nice thing to do is it?" he glanced behind to see what other passengers there were left, then down to look Tom. "I've seen you before haven't I?" "Yes." Tom nervously turned behind to see who else was there. "I'd lost me ticket." Luckily, the two ladies had got off at the previous stop leaving the two six formers as the only other passengers on the top deck. In any event, the two older boys had taken little any notice of what was going on as they were deep in a very serious conversation of how to approach the blond, buxom girl who worked in the local bakery shop. Having been somewhat unreliably informed by a classmate that she was a real life nymphomaniac and would help them loose their virginity if they could afford ten bob each, the real question was were they brave enough! As with any boy, the topic of sex could take precedent over all other matters and whilst seventeen year old's masturbated just as much as younger boys, generally they were a little more subtle about it! As the older boys knew, in the context of grammar school life to have the cachet of losing ones virginity so young was considered highly desirable. "Right, you two," the finger wagged at Tom and Alex, "back to your own seat. Now!" "Yes.. yes..." Tom, propelling the shaking Alex in front moved back down the aisle to return to sit in the seat behind David and Joe. "Now you," the finger pointed to David, "get those shorts up and try to look decent." Yet again, poor David turned a brilliant shade of red as he stumbled to his feet, knowing he had to sort out the jumble of his uniform in front of an audience. "Are you.. you going to...tell anybody.. Mister?" stuttered Joe looking up from the window seat beside David. "On this occasion," he glanced at his watch knowing he would be off duty when the bus returned to the depot, "no. But, if I ever catch you lot behaving like this again I have no doubt the bus company will be writing to your school." Joe didn't reply. From the seat behind there was a sharp intake of breath, Alex's shaky hand reached out trying to find Tom's hand. "Now, I should take your names just for the record!" "No!" Tom's voice was barely audible. Joe moved closer to David. "Wot!" Producing a tired black notebook in rather theatrical manner he paused and looked at their absolutely horrified expressions. Alex in particular appeared as though he was about to burst into tears and was squeezing Tom's hand so hard it hurt! "Well," he looked at them again, quite plainly they were of the age where they were still responsive to a little authority, "well, maybe not now. But, if there is ever another incident like this you will be for it." "Thank you." croaked David. "So just remember what I've said." he replied looking as stern as he could. "Yes sir." said Tom from behind. Finally he turned to Joe. "Now young man, I know this is none of my business, but what on earth is your mother going to say when she see's your uniform?" "You wot.. sorry, wot, pardon.." Joe was unsure what the point of the comment was. If the situation wasn't bad enough already what else could go wrong? Realising that since everybody else appeared to be looking at him he looked down to see what it was about his uniform that was attracting their attention. In the preceding fun and games with so many hands vying to get inside each others trousers the stitching on his old shorts, which had already split on the inside of one leg seam had continued to disintegrate. With the exception of a few inches at the bottom on the left side the trouser legs were no longer tubular, merely flapping grey cloth. Flapping was an understatement, meaning that all that should have been concealed wasn't! From the top of Joe's long grey woollen sock going up, around his groin and down the other leg, all was exposed. All, included even the pee stains on the front of his ill fitting Aertex briefs, for which the absorbency of the mesh was notorious. "Son, I think you'd better find some safety pins." Leaving Joe absolutely mortified, the inspector pocketed his notebook and moved off to return to the lower deck. "Fuckin' hell," said David after several seconds silence, "that was close wunnit?" "Too fuckin' close." said Joe quietly, he looked down at his shorts. "He let me off me ticket not long ago." said Tom, he turned to Joe. "Will yer mum go mad then about yer shorts?" "Hope not, but she'll say something that's for sure." Joe didn't sound entirely convinced himself. "See, `cause she knows these was old shorts and they'd had it, she asked me why I was wearing 'em this morning and said they should be thrown away. Now I've gotta go home wearing 'em like a fuckin' skirt!" "Well if she don't worry it'll be alright then wunnit?" Alex's simple logic concluded the matter. "Just don't get in the wind or yer skirt'll blow up!" added David laughing. "I might put me hand up it when we gets off this bus!" Joe laughed with the rest of them, but wasn't quite sure if on arriving home it would be quite as simple as that. They went silent, thinking of the lucky escape they had just had and what could have happened should the inspector decided to have taken the matter further. After a couple of minutes the mood lightened, Tom broke the silence. "Yer, you lot ever thought about Biggles?" "Wot!" Alex giggled. "Fuckin' Biggles! Wot's mean, thought about him, wot, why?" "Tom's wanked so much he's gone fuckin' nuts!" pronounced David looking at Tom in disbelief. "Fuckin' Biggles, wot's he gotta do with Gog's pants?" "Not a lot!" "So wot about him then?" "Well, it's him and that Ginger bloke innit," said Tom, "I been thinking about Biggles a lot, d'you reckon he was a bit queer, `cause I do!" "You wot!" David started to giggle as well and looked at Alex. "Never thought about it, d'you fancy him or something!" "No! Piss off! Look, I was reading a story last night in bed, well and I thought Biggles and that Ginger," said Tom looking around and lowering his voice, "well don't you reckon they had a wank and that together?" "Yer and don't forget fuckin' Bertie, bet he was in the bog wanking while Biggles was up with Ginger!" Alex was now giggling as well. "D'you mean he was up Ginger, or up in the air with him?" asked David in between laughing. "Probably both," Joe was now also laughing, "in fact, I'll bet that fuckin' Ginger was playing with old Biggles' joystick!" "Was you playing with your joystick when you read it last night then?" Alex grinned. "Yeah, I gotta be honest!" despite giggling, Tom blushed. " `cause I'd been polishing the knob on the end of it!" "So after you wanks you reads a bit of Biggles then?" asked Joe. "Sometimes or the other way round!" Tom grinned. "Why not, bet Biggles wanked!" "But he ain't real, he's only fiction!" said Joe trying to be serious. "Don't matter `cause I reckon Tom's right about Biggles," said David, "I mean, the two of 'em in that tiny cockpit and.." "Is that's why it's called a cockpit!" interrupted Alex before dissolving in laughter again. "Wot pants d'you reckon they wore then?" asked Tom, sounding serious, "when was briefs invented then?" "They'd have them big baggy woolly things that looks like shorts I `spect, I seen pictures of them, soldiers used to wear 'em in the war." said Alex. "I think me grandad still wears 'em!" "Wot, same stuff as them horrible woolly vests some of us had in junior school." David's his face confirming his disapproval. "Well, I'm sure old Biggles wanked Ginger off." concluded Joe. "Dirty sods!" "Yeah, I'm sure he did `cause some pages of me book is all stuck together!" spluttered Tom, "I 'spec Biggles does it when I puts me book down to go to sleep!" Arching his back off the bed, Robin thrust his reddened organ towards Jilly. "Fuckin' hell!" she exclaimed her eyes wide open. "Put it away before mum comes in or something!" "Please... please lift yer skirt and show me... just for a minute... please!" Jilly shook her head in disbelief, it wasn't right. Right or not, the sight of Robin starting to masturbate right beside her was too hard to resist. Hearing him thorough the bedroom wall was one thing, to be able to look at it was another. Besides, she'd heard from another girl in her class what a turn on it was to be intimate with her younger brother. "Don't you dare say nothing to yer fuckin' mates!" For a moment she looked him in the eye, then grabbing the front of her green school skirt pulled it up to her waist and immediately pushed her hand firmly between her legs. Robin's eyes were transfixed on the white panties, he'd seen them before in the dirty laundry washing. Spurred on by Jilly's noisy bedtime climaxes over the last few of months he had begun sneaking a pair into his bedroom to examine the stains. One thing led to another and he soon graduated to ejaculating over then only to find that masturbation was not enough. Finally, he had taken to wearing and filling them with spunk before sleeping in them and returning to the laundry basket. "Why's yer knickers all wet?" he asked pointing to obvious wet patch, "wot's that stuff?" Jilly, breathing heavily replied, "Sorta, precum to you." "Pull 'em down, pull 'em down.. please..." his hand continued to travel the length of his shaft, "please, let's see wot yer doing." "And I wanna see wot you're doing as well.. I ain't seen one up before." Jilly slipped her fingers under the thin elastic between her legs. Robin held his breath and watched her slowly pulling the wet cotton out of the way so he could see between her legs. With one hand pulling the panties aside the other returned to first cup the slimy mess of pubic hair, with a groan two fingers momentarily disappeared from view. Puzzled to see the fingers glistening when they reappeared, Robin just stared as they resumed their kneading of the hard clit. What was it Jilly had just said? "You ain't never seen a cock?" asked Robin sounding puzzled, his hand slowing as he looked at her. "But wot about this Jackie boy, you been going out with him for ages, ain't he let you see it yet?" "Ah, don't tell mum or that, but.." she paused, dug two fingers deep into herself and groaned in satisfaction. "Tell wot?" pleaded Robin now even more confused and on the edge of ejaculating. "See, the names spelt J a c q u i..." rapidly rolling her clit between finger and thumb she closed her eyes. "Wot, I don't fuckin' get it." Robin looked blank. Totally focused on what was happening between Jilly's legs and very close to cumming himself he was only half following the fragmented conversation. "Oohhh my god.. I'mm... oohh... fuckin' hell Robin, don't you bloody see... Jacqui is a girl!" Breathing heavily, Jilly flopped back on the bed the fingers of her hand a blur between her legs. "Wot?" he looked at her in amazement, the fact only just registering. "You.. you.. your boyfriend is a girl?" Smiling by way of answer, she momentarily closed her eyes. Oozing precum, Robin found himself experiencing a new sensation, the fact that Jacqui was his sister momentarily forgotten. He paused, stared and listened to the sound of Jilly's wet fingers buried deep between her legs, it was an incredibly arousing sound. "Oh god.. I'm... I'mm... gonna.. I'mm.." her legs jerked, there was no stopping now. "Wot you doing..." he gasped, "that noise.. you gonna wot? You, are you... you gonna cum? Wot? How? How.. wot.. well how'd you do it?" Frustrated that firing one garbled question after the other hadn't draw any response, Robin could do little but watch. Eyes glazed, Jilly in the depths of a supremely satisfying, if somewhat incestuous orgasm and was heading towards nirvana. There was no doubt his genitalia had already been severely taxed that day at school, nevertheless now aroused as only a fifteen year could a burning curiosity took precedence over controlling ejaculation. With spunk seeping from his throbbing cock, he leaned closer to see what was so noisily happening in the dark, slippery area between Jilly's trembling legs. "Oh fuckin' hell!" ########################################################## Chap119 to follow