Date: Wed, 15 Jan 2014 11:08:58 +0000 From: tom Subject: Brief Encounters Chapter 135 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 135 – Thunder and lightening Of course sodt's law dictated that the rain had to increase to the point where the boys were driven into their respective tents for shelter. Understandably not helped by being their first ever time away from home, some of the shyer boys they were experiencing a strange and rather apprehensive feeling of what might happen as the evening wore on and bedtime drew closer. For the others that had been harbouring unspeakable designs on their best friend, for them the last of the bedtime fantasies would have been the previous night. Now, with just the two of them alone in the tent it was the opportunity to put those fantasies into practice. Oddly though a strange combination of embarrassment and lack of courage brought them to the point whereby in most cases one was waiting for the other to make the first move. So, whilst Rome theoretically burned they fiddled around sorting out their belongings, each hoping the other would initiate matters. However, for the likes of Ian and Martin, Art and Nigel or Andy and James and now Robin and Richard there was a certainty of what they wanted to happen whether through sheer physical lust or emotional ties. Rather like in the wild west, when red indians would have made blood brothers by cutting themselves and mingling the blood, for the boys of the fourth form it was far less painful, but sometimes messy in that they would simply swop underpants! In fact all except Robin and Richard had managed to achieve that simple goal within minutes of disappearing inside their tents. The miracle of self-control being that nobody had actually ejaculated, albeit there were a few leaky moments and that everybody now had an erection which was likely to be permanent for the duration! However, Richard was more than somewhat embarrassed in that his excessive precum production had been in full flow on the coach for most of the journey. Since it now felt as though everything below his waist had turned rather soggy he was, despite his previous candour with Robin quite reluctant to let him see the evidence. "Wot's up Rich? Since we got the tent up you've gone a bit quiet." Robin pushed his rucksack into the corner of the tent at the far end of his blanket version of a sleeping bag. "You alright?" "No. It's me innit?" Richard stared out of the tent flap at the rain and the hedge beyond. "Yeah, well I know it's you or I wouldn't be fuckin' here would I?" "Well, it's me innit?" he repeated. Robin moved carefully over to Richards side of the tent avoiding the leaning tent poles to sit on the airbed beside him, he looked up at the sagging ridge pole. "You sure this fuckin' tent is alright, old Hawkins didn't think you had it put up right and thought it was leaning a bit." "Yeah, it fuckin' is right. It's just how me dad told me to put it up." "Well I got mine up as well, mind you it's been up all night thinking of you as well!" Robin grinned. "Now wot's up with you and wot am I `sposed to be looking at then?" "Up all night? Disgusting boy, you'll get hairy hands!" said Richard managing a smile. "It's me innit, every bleeding time. Now look, can't you see it?" "See wot? No?" Robin looked Richard up and down, he smiled. "No, wot? It's just you I'm looking at innit?" "Well if I lies down, can you see now?" Richard stretched out and leant backwards towards the pillow, propping himself up on one arm. "Look at me now. Up close." Robin looked him up and down again. "Oh fuck!" "It's `cause of you, I can't stop it, `cause I been hard all the bleeding way in the coach and I forgot to put the bleeding sock on me cock didn't I?" Richards voice was cracking slightly. "I only got the one pair of jeans, I forgot me spare pair `cause I was late getting going this morning. I can't wear these for three days can I?" The front of Richard's blues jeans were absolutely soaking wet and from the sheen it certainly wasn't from the rain. "Rob, nobody can see in here, we're facing the hedge, undo the button, pull me zip down and see it all for yerself." "You sure?" "You want to don't you, `cause I want you to as well!" Without waiting for a further invitation Robin reached over and held the waistband as he felt for the zip, Richard immediately squirmed beneath his touch and deposited even more precum into his briefs. "Bloody hell you still got me pants on!" exclaimed Robin immediately recognising the distinctive C&A fly as the jeans were literally peeled back. "D'you know, I'm still wearing yours, I put 'em on this morning specially." Unfortunately for Richard, fuelled by his attraction for Robin it seemed as though he had never made so much precum in his life. The white underpants were literally wringing wet, several strands of precum extended to the inside of his jeans. He just looked as though he was going to burst into tears. "Come on." Robin took his hand and squeezed it. "If you've made the mess `cause of me then I gotta clean you up. That's fair innit?" "But how?" Richard despondently shrugged his shoulders. "Wot with, we ain't got nothing?" "Uum.." Robin racked his brain, then dived to the end of the bed and dragged his bag towards them. "I'll sleep in me pants and we'll use me pyjamas! Let's wipe up as much as we can and then you can start using the sock on yer cock again." "Will you do that for me?" Richard blinked and looked away. "With yer pyjamas?" "You silly sod, course I will. You just lie back and close yer eyes, lets get you looking a bit better." Robin looked down at Richard, eyes closed now seemingly relaxed and content that he was being taken quite literally in hand. "I've thought of what I want you to do, when we get back here after tea." said Richard quietly without opening his eyes. "Have you. So've I!" Robin smiled, his cock rubbed it's slimy head against the inside of the oversize Y-fronts he was wearing. "Now don't get me going any more, so just fuckin' shut up a minute while I does me best to clean you up." "You'll love it!" added Richard. "I'm sure I will, but we gotta get you sorted a bit first and get that sock back on yer cock. Then you're gonna stand in the rain and get yer jeans all wet so this don't show too much." Pitched a little further up the field was a dirty old white tent, not entirely fully waterproof as Clive Browne was quickly finding out. Sat on his bed he was looking at the rivulets of water running down the tent poles where they met the ridge and onto the groundsheet. "Me uncle said this thing didn't leak." he pulled a face and looked across at Terry Parsons sat on the end of his airbed, having just finished blowing it up with the blanket version of his sleeping bag rolled up to keep dry. "Well he was lying through his bleeding teeth wasn't he?" Terry smiled. "Won't need no shower or a wash if we stays in this bloody thing for three days will us?" "No! But look, never mind the fuckin' tent," Clive looked at him, "more important, how was the weekend with yer dad?" "Oh shit. I knew you'd ask." the smile instantly drained from Terry's face. Already rather pale and skinny without the smile he looked distinctly unhappy. "Come on and tell me, `cause I know wot it's like wot with my dad and them fuckin' brothers of mine. With us four boys under sixteen all pissing about and playing up, he'd just fuckin' loose it," Clive couldn't look Terry in the face any more, "he'd just grab who was nearest, rip his trousers down and spank hell out of his bare ass! Being the youngest it was usually me." "You've never said it like that before." "No, well it's not the sort of thing you wanna admit is it? That yer dad knocks shit outta you." it was Clive's turn to sniff. "Then when I got into this school and all me brothers was still at the comp they fuckin' joined in as well saying I was too clever for them so they'd poke me about as well." "You'd hinted at it, but never said it." Terry sounded shocked, at least his problem was only with his father and not compounded by three older brothers. "I `spose it's why I've been a bit of sod here to other kids innit?" he looked away at his admission of bullying. "You did have a bit of a reputation. I was quite afraid of you at first." Terry tried to look him in the face. "But then you stood up for me when them others started taking the piss `cause they'd caught me crying, but that was only `cause of dad hitting mum and all that." "Yeah, well.. it wasn't fair was it, one of you and five of them." Clive turned away. "I have difficulty putting things into word sometimes." Terry blinked. "It just seemed you knew what I was going through and might have had something like it too. You understood, maybe that's why we.." "Oh fuckin' shut up!" With at Clive started to get up and moved towards Terry's airbed. "You looks really fucked. Want me to come over to hold yer hand?" "I know I'm fucked. This dad thing is getting to me." he paused. "You ain't really gonna hold me hand is you? I mean, boy and boy and that." "Well, why not, bet yer mum holds it now and again don't she? I will if you wants." Clive was now unsure where he was going emotionally. But, he did know on his first ever night away from home a little physical contact would be welcome. "So tell me wot happened this time?" "Saturday night he got pissed again didn't he." Terry took a deep breath. "Came home about eleven and started another row with mum." "Did he... well, did he... you know.." Clive sat next to him and took his hand, Terry didn't object, in fact he welcomed the gesture. Both having become rather insular with an enervating home life it had taken time establish trust in each, hence their friendship had blossomed slowly. However, the upside was that with Clive now having actually found a friend he had dropped his defensive attitude which in turn meant the rest of the class had relaxed and more or less accepted him into the fold. Terry, having only joined the school a year or so back had always been thought to be pleasant enough although appearing more than a little reserved and timid. With Clive taking Terry's hand it was really the first time they had really touched each other. Even agreeing that they would share the same tent had been a brave step, particularly as in their discussions to date they had never even got as far as mentioning anything remotely connected with sex other than as fleeting innuendo. It was an unspoken fact that each boy masturbated, so to be confined to a small tent for three days it seemed by the law of averages that at some time the subject would have to be broached. "You mean, did he ht her? No. Not this time. He started shouting at me instead." Terry closed his eyes and gripped Clive's hand. "And?" "He went on bit shouting for a while, then sorta collapsed on the sofa and fell asleep." "Oh, well that was something, at least he bloody shut up!" Trying to keep from crying Terry kept his eyes tightly closed. "Mum don't know what it's all about. A year ago he was just a lovely dad, but since we moved here, I just dunno, might be his job. He seems fine in the week, but we now dreads weekends." "Go easy." very tentatively Clive put an arm around his shoulder. "At least he didn't try and hit you again like he did before did he?" "No. But, something's happened to him and I don't know wot, `cept he's changed. Seems every bloody weekend he gets pissed and takes it out on us." he sniffed. "Next day he's apologising and everything, saying he'll never do it again. It's driving me and mum nuts." "Hey..." Clive had started to giggle, "Wot's so funny, wot have I said?" Terry looked at him and couldn't quite grasp the instant attitude transformation from the sublime to the ridiculous. "No. It's not you, it's," Clive laughed, "it's yer fuckin' airbed that's going down mate, I'm sat on the fuckin' ground now!" "Oh shit!" surprised Terry looked down. Indeed they were, although Terry was still an inch off ground level and perilously close to the small lake forming on the groundsheet around the bottom of tent pole. "The plugs at your end, you'd better have a look. Might have come out I `spose." he said pointing. "Blow the bugger up again." Terry slid off the edge and onto his haunches to lean over and inspect the rubber bung. "It's still stuck in it's hole, it ain't come out." Clive didn't reply for a few seconds, he was experiencing a new and very strange feeling without being at all sure how to deal with it. With Terry bent over in front of him the gap between the top of his jeans and his shirt had expanded to a good couple of inches to expose the unmistakable sight of an Aertex vest tucked into the waistband of matching Aertex briefs. Having never harboured thoughts of another boy before there was something about the closeness of Terry which made his heart flutter and his cock jump inside his Y-fronts. Unlike most boys of his age, Clive's libido didn't encompass furiously masturbating on a daily basis, in fact sometimes it was only two or three times a week and month or so back he had even awoken to find lack of activity had precipitated a wet dream! Despite having three brothers he had only ever been a solo performer, although lately as he felt his friendship with Terry intensifying he had making himself put any thoughts of physical contact out of his mind. Now it was going to be the test of his willpower. "Must be bloody leaking somewhere else." said Terry peering at the bung. "Uumm.." Clive's mouth was dry, unable to take his eyes off the sight of Terry's slim, body clad in the matching white vest and briefs he mumbled, "You'll, you'll have to blow it up again then." "Oh fuck, that's hard work!" Terry turned round and smiled as he reached for his blanket bed. "Can I put me stuff on your bed then while I do it?" "Yer, course you can, give it over here." Clive reached over to take the rolled up blanket to keep it off the wet floor, Terry then picked up his rucksack and threw it over onto Clive's bed. It landed almost upside down and as Clive made a grab it to stop it falling on the wet groundsheet almost the entire contents fell out over his bed. "Oh fuckin' hell, it's all me stuff!" exclaimed Terry. "Don't worry, least it didn't go on the floor," said Clive finding himself unable to resist looking at the contents, "I'll put it all back in while you blows up the airbed." "OK, alright," replied Terry, thinking to himself that best friend or not, it didn't seem quite right that Clive should be handling all his personal possessions. Clive really didn't understand what was happening to him. Within moments of touching Terry's clothes he had an erection and almost stopped breathing when he began to slowly put the soft mesh of the two clean sets of Aertex underwear back into the bag. He glanced at Terry, who still bending over with even more of his underpants on display was huffing and puffing as he blew up the airbed. "Not, uumm, not many boys uumm," stuttered Clive absolutely unable to stop himself asking the question, "well, uumm.. wear Aertex vest and pants do they?" "You wot? Fuckin', Aertex?" Terry stopped blowing and put his finger over the hole to retain the air he had so laboriously managed to blow inside. Turning he saw Clive sat on the bed rubbing the soft mesh of a vest between his fingers and looking bright red in the face. "Fuck. Fuck. Oh Terry.. I'm sorry.. " mumbled Clive dropping the vest and putting his head in his hands. "I just don't know wot the hell came over me.. I'm sorry... I didn't mean to, to.. ask." "Wot?" Terry was slightly confused having missed part of Clive's question. "Wot, no, don't think many do. It's me mum that buys 'em innit? Why d'you like Aertex then, `cause I do!" "You still talking to me, I thought you'd have told me to fuck off and that I was queer or something asking about yer undies!" replied Clive having automatically assumed Terry would be angry. "Have I missed something mate, I'm a bit fuckin' lost in this conversation!" Terry looked at Clive who was plainly highly embarrassed, but over what? "Annoyed over the question." "Hey, yer all upset now, I didn't quite catch wot you said in the first place, so wot bloody question, wot have I done? Wot question was it then?" "I don't know wot's happening to me." blurted out Clive looking almost as though he was going to cry. "I shouldn't have but, but I wanted to ask you about yer pants!" "Something's got you going, ain't it? I ain't never seen you like this before, it's usually me that gets all fucked up." It was now Terry's turn to sit beside Clive, dropping his partially inflated airbed in the process it immediately deflated with a delicate farting noise. "I don't understand wot I wants." muttered Clive. "I was fine earlier, but, but I dunno wot, wot's come over me." "Look at me. I reckons," Terry nudged him forcing him to make eye contact, "if we're real friends like and we can talk honestly about our dads knocking shit out of us, then surely we can talk about me undies if that's wot you wants to talk about." "We can?" Clive screwed his eyes up. "No! No, I don't mean that. Oh fuck!" "Why not?" Terry pushed his knee against Clive's. "We can?" Clive swallowed hard knowing it was the physical contact he had been wanting, but trying to put out of his mind. For Terry though, it was something he had been desperate to do since the ride on the coach when he, like Clive had suddenly become aware that there could be more to their friendship than merely words. Terry, unlike Clive conformed more to the fifteen year old boy routine of masturbating night and morning, but had been wondering how he could sublimate his desires in such close proximity of Clive since neither had ever mentioned sex before. "We can?" repeated Clive again unexpectedly delighted at Terry's positive response. "Yeah why not, anyway I got two clean sets, so if you was really that interested you could borrow one if you wants! So wot make d'you wear then?" "Y-fronts." stuttered Clive rather surprised that Terry had not noticed during getting changed for games. "They're a bit big, me mum buys 'em for me and me next older brother who's a bit bigger, so we shares 'em." "Wot, yer wearing yer brother pants?" Terry looked really interested now. "But they could have , well, uumm.. you know.." "Yeah, I know.. skidmarks and that in 'em?" Clive blushed. "He usually does, but they been washed ain't they." "I would fuckin' hope so!" Terry giggled. "We ain't never talked about sex nor any of that stuff have we?" "No." Clive shook his head. "Should we?" "Yeah, why not? We're in this poxy for three days and I can't go without a wank that long! Terry grinned, "So, d'you wank then?" "Uumm.." Clive looked at the floor, hoping neither his red face nor his erection could be seen. "Well I do, just bloody said so didn't I!" Terry flushed and pushed the conversation on. "You must do, come on, tell us how often?" "Yer, I `spose I do." "How often then?" "Dunno..." Clive was really embarrassed at admitting to these very personal details. Neither was it helped by the fact he had overheard other classmates discussing Art's positively insatiable habit of several times a day. "Look," Terry was determined to find out, as his very modest and skinny erection pressing on the fly of his Aertex briefs confirmed, "I does it when I wakes up and when I goes to sleep." "Wot, you!" Clive was staggered. "That's, twice a day!" "Don't you then?" Terry blushed at the admission. "Thought everybody did, well at least once a day." "But you don't seem to touch it or get hard during the day or nothing." Clive was staggered having just let slip the secret that he had been watching Terry, something which he hadn't even wanted to admit to himself! "You been watching me then?" Terry half grinned, flattered that Clive had taken that much interest in him. Bright red, Clive closed his eyes. "I'm sorry, but yes. I've tried not to. Honest." "D'you wanna see me willy then?" replied Terry very excitedly in the heat of the moment. "You got me all hard." "Wot now!" Clive was taken aback never having thought Terry could be so sexually forward. "Here," without waiting for an answer Terry began frantically pulling at his jeans, "look!" The one eyed head of Terry's circumcised boyhood poked through the pee stained folds of the flimsy Aertex mesh as the jeans were parted. "Shit!" breathed Clive, his heart rate rapidly escalating. "Get yours out then, let's have a look!" Carried by Terry's enthusiasm it seemed unreal for Clive to find himself struggling to unzip his jeans and put his erection on show for the first time ever. "Cor, looks a bit bigger thicker don't it?" Terry was bent over, only inches from the open zip watching as Clive attempted to extricate his cock from the fly of what Terry assumed to be a pair Y-fronts. "Never mind using the bloody fly, just pull yer pants down below yer balls and lets have a proper look." said Terry excitedly, now rubbing the head of his cock between thumb and forefinger. "I fancy a wank now, you gonna have one with me?" "Uumm.. Now?" The speed of Terry's advances had rather floored Clive, he looked about helplessly knowing he desperately wanted to do it, but was hampered by his inhibitions. "Look, just lift yer bum off the bed and we'll pull yer jeans down just enough to show yer pants and wank, so if somebody comes in they won't see too much!" Clive just looked in amazement as Terry did just that. The matching Aertex vest and briefs were most definitely on display and having pulled his cock free was already firmly rubbing the length of it. "Come on Clive, you got me all fuckin' excited, so be quick and pull 'em down before I cums!" Terry grinned encouragingly. Clive knew had no option. Although not only did he have no option, he had a very strong desire to do as he had been told. Lifting himself off the airbed he tore at his jeans and in his excited state actually pulled them down to his knees exposing some voluminous white Y-fronts. His cock, partly concealed within the excesses of the white ribbed cotton wasn't much longer than Terry's, but was noticeably thicker. It didn't take Terry very long at all, spurred on by the unusual circumstances with a heartfelt groan he was the first to ejaculate with thin jets of spunk shooting high in the air and landing back on his vest. Clive, typically not having ejaculated since the previous day found himself so aroused at the sight of Terry finally lost all self control. Pawing roughly at his erection he managed to cum a minute later and cum he did, producing several large blobs of thick creamy white spunk which freely adhered to his hand, pubic hairs and briefs. For several moments they just looked at each other and the mess they had got themselves into, then Terry slowly started giggle. Clive quickly followed suit, his life had suddenly taken a new direction. ###################################################### Chap 136 to follow