Date: Wed, 12 Mar 2014 15:11:14 +0000 From: tom Subject: Brief encounters C139 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 139 – All things bright and beautiful Martin and Ian were two very tired boys. Deliriously happy, but very tired. Staying up till gone one o'clock in the morning and taking it in turns to shag each other until neither could raise an erection was they had discovered, enfeebling work to say the least. However, on the plus side it was more than apparent to both that they were in accord with each other, in fact they had really fallen in love. Martin had known for some time his preference for boys, whereas Ian had been torturing himself to make the admission and then found himself smitten with Martin. Having agreed they wouldn't outwardly show an emotional bond to avoid any adverse reaction they had though decided initially to only tell Art and Nigel, who they rightly assumed were in a similar position. In fact their nocturnal activity had been so tiring that they were still soundly asleep in each others arms at half past eight o'clock. After their breakfast the two teachers appeared from the field centre thinking it would be quite easy to get the boys animated enough to make a start for the day by them having some breakfast. "I see we got away quite lightly with only the one tent collapsing!" Mr Woods indicated towards Richard's tent, now looking more wigwam like with just the one pole holding it up. "At least this morning was promised to be dry, so let's try and get them going a bit before the rain starts again." "Considering all the rain, a bit of a miracle it's really only the one tent." Mr Hawkins sounded a little puzzled as he looked around. "But where are they all, I thought at least some of them would be up and about by now?" "Probably all asleep after a very late night of doing only what boys do!" Mr Woods smiled. "Jim, look at it this way you are fifteen, first time away from home and alone in tent with your best mate, what d'you think they're going to be doing till the small hours!" "Oh god! Sorry, I should have guessed, it's too early in the day." he grinned. "Well we were all young once." "Look, I'll begin to start waking them up, you man the field centre and try to persuade them that having a wash might be a good idea before breakfast. "Come on lads, rise and shine!" called out Mr Woods walking amongst the sagging tents. Nothing. No response whatsoever. "Wot's he fuckin' shouting about?" whispered Terry to Clive, the two of them cuddled up in the one bed, identically dressed in Terry's Aertex underwear sets which they had worn all night. "It's too fuckin' early, it's only half past eight, you don't reckon he want's us to get up does he?" replied Clive looking at barely luminous face of his watch. "Ain't nobody else up yet is there?" "Nah. Fuck it!" Terry pushed his hand between them and confirmed their briefs were still very wet and sticky with spunk. "Fuck getting dressed, `cause I'm still up and it' must be an hour since we cum, so reckon we can do it again? I think I can." "Think so, just. But this time when we wank each other off I wanna squirt inside the fly of yer pants." "Right, lets do it." Terry giggled. "And, then we'll continue wearing these cummy undies all day like we said we would?" "Bloody hell, yeah!" It was a totally different Clive to the very shy boy of twenty four hours earlier now that his libido been fully awaked by Terry, who despite his rather spindly and timid appearance craved sex. "Come on boys, time to get up and have some breakfast." Politely calling out had had little effect, so this time Mr Woods shouted as he walked in between the tents. His suggestion brought distinctly tired groans and a selection of muffled expletives from most of the wearied incumbents. "One more time boys," he shouted to reinforce the point, "it's time to get up!" "Bleeding hell, I feel like shit!" Art tried to raise a hand to rub his eyes, but in the confines of the single bed and tangled bedclothes it proved impossible. He did the next best thing and felt for his erection finding it stuck to his briefs, both heavily laden with semen and Vaseline. "You smell like fuckin' shit as well!" Nigel laughed. "Piss off! We both smell like fuckin' shit!" "Bloody hell, the end of me knob really hurts!" Nigel tried to force his hand between them to investigate why his cock, pressed up against Art's buttocks was feeling so sore. "Move yer fat bum so I can get me hand down and feel wot's wrong." "How? I'll fall off the sodding bed?" they were so close to each other that Art couldn't even turn his head to ask the question. "Oh fuck!" Nigel having burrowed his way down to feel for the head of his cock and had seemingly discovered the problem. "It's that fuckin' Vaseline, it's glued me foreskin to me knob end, it feels like it's got something stuck under it!" "Wot's mean?" Art never having had a foreskin couldn't quite appreciate the gravity of the situation. "It's like having a stone in yer shoe innit?" said Nigel. "Except it feels like having a fuckin' rock under yer foreskin!" "Probably something you collected when you were up me bum!" Art started to laugh. "That and some of that fuckin' smelly cheese stuff yer always picking out!" "Oh fuck you!" "Now or later!" more laughter. "Well now you can stop bloody laughing now," replied Nigel having investigated further and wiping his fingers on the blanket, "`cause we're stuck together what with that bloody Vaseline and wot's been leaking out yer bum all night!" "You wot! It's leaked, wot's mean?" Art was shocked, it slowly registered what had happened. "You don't mean... oh no! Fuckin' hell!" "Yeah, that's exactly wot I mean." Nigel was still sliding his hand around between them. "We've been so close to each other all night, we ain't noticed. Fuckin' hell Art, we're both covered in it and so's the sodding of bed!" "Well.." Art was for once stuck for words, panic set in, "Nige, wot we gonna do?" "Obvious innit? We gotta have a fuckin' shower ain't we?" "Oh wot! Fuck no, I've had me bath for this week!" "For fuck's sake Art, fuckin' grow up!" Nigel was starting to laugh. "You can't fuckin' go around here with all this stuff dripping out yer bum can you. Especially if I does it again to you tonight!" "You will?" said Art excitedly. "Course I fuckin' will, but only if you has a shower, I ain't going near your bum like this!" "Shower, wot now? But I was gonna have a wank!" Art was starting to laugh. "No you're fuckin' not!" Nigel was laughing now. "You can have a wank in the shower. Now where's yer bleeding towel, I knows you'd brought a yellow one. You'd better keep them pants on till you get there, else you'll be leaving a fuckin' trail behind you!" "But they got a gert hole in the ass anyway!" "Yeah, well squeeze yer legs together when you walks!" Nigel started to laugh again. "Piss off!" A few minutes later found the two boys still laughing as they walked somewhat awkwardly towards the fabled, if rudimentary shower facilities of the toilet block with towels wrapped around them. Their timing was hopelessly wrong as they found themselves intercepted by a rather surprised Mr Hawkins who appeared from the field centre entrance as they approached. "Are you two actually going to have a wash then?" he looked them up and down and smiled. The fact they had bare legs and only a pyjama jacket was a bit of a clue to what they might have been up to, particularly since he knew only too well of Art's insatiable masturbatory habits. "Uumm yeah... Sir... we was, well see, uumm.. it gets sweaty at night in them tents." mumbled Art studying the muddy field around his feet as he tried to concoct a believable story. "You haven't been doing anything you shouldn't have you?" Mr Hawkins knew he shouldn't have asked the question, but the pair looked so obviously guilty it was irresistible. "Wot! You don't mean us.. Sir... Sir?" by now Art might have been beetroot red, but he had already seen the joke and was trying not laugh as he continued to give the impression of innocence. "I'm afraid so, unless there's somebody else here with us." "Can't see nobody Sir." Art looked around again. "You see anybody Nige?" "Nah." Eyes closed, Nigel shook his head and continued praying that nobody else would appear and see them there, looking totally ridiculous standing in the field wearing wellington boots, pyjama jackets and wrapped in towels, which of course they did. "Nah, nobody." he reiterated without a great deal of conviction. Unfortunately it was Art's towel that had originally captured Mr Hawkins attention. Whilst Nigel's towel was a threadbare, nondescript pale green, Art's was cream coloured emblazoned with large bright yellow teddy bears and a fringe on either end. "You know Weldon, if you," Mr Hawkins paused, desperately trying not to laugh, "if you... if you, go down to the woods today you could be in for a big surprise!" Unable to contain himself any longer Nigel immediately doubled up with laughter, in the process dropping his towel to reveal his oversize cock, half erect and swinging beneath his balls in the breeze. Mr Hawkins looked on in bemused amazement as Nigel struggled to cover himself up whilst Art now became totally convulsed with laughter. "I'm sorry lads. It was that towel, I couldn't resist it!"" Mr Hawkins grinned. "Sorry Nigel." "Well as it's you Sir, it's, it's alright," Nigel was bright red with embarrassment, since it now looked that matters were rapidly developing beneath the threadbare towel. "`cause you must see 'em in the gym all the time!" "That's one way of putting it, anyway I'm really sorry if I embarrassed you both." "It's alright Sir." replied Art still managing to give one of his smiles, "It's me little brothers towel, I brought it by mistake." "I had hoped it wasn't yours!" By nine o'clock most of the boys had managed to deal with their morning erections, partaken of a cursory wash and found their way into the field centre for breakfast only to be shortly interrupted. "Sir, Sir! Quick come and see..." shouted Benny bursting into the dining area in an obviously highly agitated state, knocking over two chairs in the process "What?" surprised, Mr Woods looked at Mr Hawkins. "Moten, calm down, what is it?" "Quick Sir, hurry up, it's Steve and them!" "Steve and them wot?" Ian looked at Martin. "Fuck knows, lets see where he's going." Benny had immediately disappeared back out of the building followed by the two teachers and seconds later by all boys who were more than intrigued to see what was causing the excitement. "In there, I ain't going in again it stinks!" Standing well back Benny directed the teachers towards John's tent, the rest of the class gathered around and looked expectantly at the tent. "Stand back lads, let me have look." Mr Woods knelt down and slowly pulled the tent flap back so he could look in without the entire audience being able to see. "Oh my god!" he pulled back after a few seconds taking a deep breath of fresh air and indicated to Mr Hawkins to have a look. "Bloody hell!" The boys looked at each other and wondered whatever could be inside the tent to generate the teachers genuine shock. "Well," said Mr Woods quietly as he turned to Mr Hawkins, "at least they all seem to be breathing. Shall we get the boys to help us get them over to the showers?" "Why not, it'll be a damn good lesson for them about the power of drink!" "Lads, now listen, we need a little bit of help," Mr Woods clapped his hands, "but once I've told why, if you don't want to help then please, please say so." "Wot's happened then, Sir" asked James. "They ain't been murdered have they?" "No! But, it looks like your friends Steve, Edward, John and Dan have got themselves very drunk. Very drunk. Amongst other things they've vomited over everything inside the tent." he paused and looked around at the shocked faces. "It really is a mess in there and we could do with some help to get them over to the showers. But only and only if you want to, be warned you might need a bit of a wash yourself after!" There was no shortage of volunteers since in fact all the boys wanted to help, as much out of interest and to see the devastating result of uncle Stan's volatile alcoholic elixir as anything else. "Wot did they drink Sir?" "Judging by the smell and the empty bottles, I think cider," said Mr Hawkins having had another look in the tent, "did anybody here know they we're bringing it with them? Be honest, nobody's getting blamed for this, but it would be nice to know." "If we'd known, we'd have had some too!" called voice from the back of the crowd to some laughter. Judging from the sea of blank faces it appeared not, Mr Hawkins continued. "Look, thinking about this it's not fair that any of you should have to go in there so I'll help Mr Woods get them out here on the grass and then we'll all help to get them over to the showers." "Tell you what Lanin," Mr Woods smiled, "seeing as you were in charge of tents and didn't have to get up in the night, just nip round to the other side and untie the flap at that end so at least we can get some fresh air going though." Naturally, James was immediately followed round by the entire class who tried to peer inside the tent as he untied the flap only to retreat in utter disgust as the overpowering stench escaped. To the majority of the boys it was not so much the dreadful vomit ridden interior of the tent, but more the intrigue of the urine and the fact Steve and his friends had no trousers on which ensured rapid speculation as what they had been doing. As for the four boys themselves who were already feeling like death, to find they were being manhandled with their underpants around their ankles from the tent by their teachers to be then unceremoniously stripped on the grass ready to be showered by their classmates was the ultimate humiliation. An experience never to be forgotten. Eventually at around ten thirty after being forceably showered, their shrunken sexual appendages thoroughly inspected and inadvertently fondled by the more adventurous sexually aware boys, they found themselves naked, but wrapped in blankets propped up in the field centre feeling distinctly ill and very, very sorry for themselves. "I wanna go home, I'm dying," was all Steve could mutter, "I feels sick and me heads gonna burst!" His comments were reiterated at regular intervals by the other three. For once Mr Hawkins wasn't particularly amused. Getting covered in vomit and wasting the only morning that had been forecast to be dry was not in his schedule. "So what are you going to do now that you've vomited and urinated all over your tent, not to mention everything else that was in it?" "Dunno.." John looked blankly at Edward who burping rhythmically was leaning forward his head felt it had split asunder. "Well, seems to me you can't stay here if you have no tent nor clothes to wear." he looked at them and concluded even if they did stay they wouldn't be fit for very much anyway. "No!" John looked up far too quickly, consequently felt giddy, retched and then grabbed his reeling head. "Please Sir, no! Don't tell me mum, she'll kill me!" "That's a risk we are all going to have to take." he replied sternly. "I'm going to the village to ring your parents and ask that they come and take you and Edward home. I don't really think I have much choice, do you?" "Oh no! Please.." John's voice faltered and gave up. There was no choice and he knew it. "What do you think you deserve then? Drinking until you were paralytic? We all know the odd bottle of beer gets smuggled in, but to get through all that cider in one evening!" There was no reply, Mr Hawkins looked annoyed, he was annoyed. Very annoyed. "Besides, if you stay here how on earth are going to live for the next two days without a tent and all your clothes have been soaked with urine and vomit?" "I don't know." mumbled John in despair, maybe it was worth an almighty bollocking from his parents if he could at least go home to die in his own bed. "You'd better rescue your clothes so you can take them home for a wash, looks to me as though you will be wearing that blanket for the rest of the day. Now, what about the tent? It's totally ruined and it stinks, do you want your parents to see it or shall we try and get the farmer to burn it for us?" "No... no they can't see it! Please Sir.. get rid of it... please." "Right, I'll have a word with the farmer and see if he can burn it." Mr Hawkins looked at John, then to Edward who's eyes were closed, his head in his hands. "You do realise that this in all it's horrendous glory is going to be the talk of the school when you get back after half term don't you?" "Oh no!" John winced at the thought of the details and speculation of what they were doing in the tent becoming public knowledge. "Wot about us then Sir?" mumbled Steve from the corner, he looked at Dan still very white in the face, his arms firmly clasped around his rumbling stomach. "You two can go off and lie down in your tent, I'll check on you shortly. If you feel sick for heavens sake go outside to throw up and do try not to wet the bed!" Feeling about an inch tall Steve and Dan very slowly tottered off towards their tent, clutching the blankets around them with Dan having to occasionally pause to let the violent stomach cramps subside. No more than a few hundred yards away the rest of the class under Mr Woods' guidance were supposedly getting their bearings around the castle. Whereas in fact, those who took a keen interest in matters of the flesh were actively combing the ruins for a suitably secluded spot to hold the underwear show. "Is yer mum still here?" asked Simon as he leant his bike up against the garden fence. "Yeah, but she's just been out and said she's going shopping in five minutes." Brian looked down the drive and past the garage to the side gate leading the rear garden. "Tom, Alex and Jimmy have just got yer and Barry's been up in Robbie's room for ages." "Wot have they been doing then?" Simon grinned. "One guess!" "Who else we got coming then?" "Dave, Joe and Gogs innit." "Mmmhhh.. shall we keep Robbie and Barry together like we did before in the woods?" "Yeah, I think so, then they'll just get on with it won't they? Mind you I think they've getting on with it since Barry arrived!" "Oi, Brian!" Brian turned to see David and Joe arriving. "Stick yer bikes there with the rest of 'em." "Dave, you seen Gogs?" "We thought we saw him in the distance didn't we?" Joe nodded, "Should be here in a minute if it was him." "You got everything, shorts, milk bottle?" asked Simon. "Yeah course." said Joe patting his bag. "Wot's the bottle for?" "Wait and see, it's only for a bit of a laugh," Simon giggled, "now I got a sheet of paper and a pencil, so Brian d'you wanna wait here for Gogs and I'll get started in the tent." By the time Simon had torn up the paper and numbered the squares Brian was ushering Charles into the tent. "Who's keeping watch in case somebody comes?" asked David peering out the tent flap and checking the visibility back towards the house. "Till mum goes out, I thought we could swop over every five minutes or something then nobody will miss anything," replied Brian, "think that'll work?" "Yeah, sounds alright, I'll go first then." said David. "Right, each one grab a piece and whoever's got the same number is gonna be your partner," said Simon, "except for Barry and Robbie who's gonna stay together." "Hey, she's just waved and walked off." David craned his head around the tent to make sure he wasn't mistaken. "She's gone, cor that was quick wunnit?" "How longe we got?" asked Joe looking at Brian. "She said an hour at most to me, so if we says we got forty minutes I think we should be safe." replied Brian. "Good, so wot we doing then?" asked Tom. "Each pair is gonna undress each other in turn while we all watches. Then they're gonna put their pants in that old shopping bag and get their vest and football shorts on." Simon looked around. "But you'd better be quick `cause we ain't got that much time." "Wot order we doing it in?" asked Joe. "Well both ones, then both twos and that, just like on yer bits of paper, d'you get it?" said Simon. "Don't none of you think!" "Piss off, how would we know that!" replied Jimmy. "We thought you'd be doing it on willy size!" It turned out to be a very erotic fifteen minutes particularly when Simon and Joe took their turn. Not everybody had seen Simon in his new string briefs and whilst initially being very embarrassed to be seen in them, he soon became accustomed to the feeling. Joe, was only too delighted to not to be the centre of attention in his pee stained Aertex briefs as he watched Simon pose around whilst feeling himself through the string sides as he held his milk bottle. "Right, now get yer bottles and sit round in a circle next to yer partner." said Simon. "You gotta pretend yer shorts is yer pyjama trousers, so they just add to the difficulty." "Wot difficulty?" asked Joe. "Wait and see!" replied Simon. "Wot you doing?" Jimmy looked at Charles, who now in his white football shorts without his underpants was constantly playing with himself. "Have you cum this morning then Gogs?" "Nearly, then I stopped think of wot was gonna happen this morning." replied Charles excitedly, his glasses wobbling on the end of his nose. "Have you?" "Oh yeah," Jimmy grinned, "in me pants when I was getting dressed!" "Shut up!" called out Simon. "Now I don't know if this first bit is gonna work, it was something that happened when I was in hospital and I thought it would be a gert laugh." "And?" asked Tom. "Wot we do then?" "You gotta pretend you're in a hospital bed and you needs a piss and they gives you a bottle to piss in, while yer sat up in bed." "Wot's the problem?" said Alex. "That's a piece of piss innit!" "Right, well the first one to do it gets the choice of who's pants they're gonna wear after for the next bit." Simon looked at his watch. "Now look we ain't got much time so I'm gonna time you, so you got one minute to piss, "starting... now!" "Oh fuck!" exclaimed Brian after a lot of fumbling "These milk bottles might have gert wide tops, but you can't get yer willy in 'em while it's hard!" "And," added Joe laughing, "even if you do get it in, you can't fuckin' piss, `cause you ain't used to doing it sat down like this!" After lots of laughter and unhelpful comments from all concerned, Simon called out. "Right times up, who managed anything?" "I did one squirt." said Tom holding up the bottle with barely a quarter of an inch in the bottom. "Anybody else?" asked Simon, they all looked at each other blankly. "It don't wanna work do it, bugger being in hospital!" observed Jimmy. "It's me then is it?" Tom waved the bottle in the air. "So tell us, how'd you have fuckin' piss in hospital anyway then?" "Well, you gotta keep it in the bottle and there comes at time when you thinks you're gonna explode, that's when you starts to piss!" Simon grinned. "Strange thing is, once you've done it once you can do it next time with no trouble." "Don't like the sound of that." Tom looked at the bottle. "Well, so wot happens now then?" l "Right, well you chose who's pants you're gonna wear then you hand the others out so that nobody get's their own. Right." With a grin Tom nodded and delved into the bag, quickly holding up Simon's string briefs called out. "I'm having these!" "Oh shit!" said Simon laughing. "I bloody knew you would! Now you gotta deal out what's left in the bag, but you gotta make sure that nobody's got their own, got it?" "Right." Tom excitedly looked inside the bag and already knowing who wore what, proceeded to distribute the briefs to the eager outstretched hands. "Bleeding hell! Look at the piss stains on these!" said Brian having been given Joe's Aertex briefs, he waved them around in the air for all to see. "Fuckin' shut up!" despite blushing Joe was starting to giggle and was wondering how he would get inside little Jimmy's tight Woolworths briefs. "Don't waste no time!" called out Simon. "Now when you've got 'em on, get yer shorts on top. Move all the garden chairs into a circle so we can see wot we's gonna all be doing." "Lot of instruction stuff innit?" said David to Alex. "Wonder wot's happening next then?" "Gotta be something connected with pissing or bums if Simon's doing it!" Alex grinned. "Could be fun." "Well now go back in yer pairs and then one of you is gonna sit down," Simon paused theatrically, "and the other is gonna.." "The other is gonna wot? Bloody hurry up, the other is gonna do wot?" interrupted Brian excitedly as he struggled to contain his erection inside the flimsy Aertex briefs. "Well I can guess wot you're gonna do," replied Simon giggling, " `cause I know you've done it before and really enjoyed it!" ################################################ Chap 140 to follow