Date: Wed, 09 Apr 2014 17:29:58 +0100 From: tom Subject: Brief encounters Chap 141 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 141 – "He is a fuckin' girl!" There was no doubt that Charlie had won the prize for the most stained underpants with his involuntary ejaculation, which added spectacularly to the existing array of Harry's pee and cum stains. Harry himself was deemed to be runner up having had the nerve to arrive wearing Charlies new briefs which he had so thoroughly cum in less than an hour before. The next round was due to be the best skidmark collection, something James knew all about, even if Andy were wearing his briefs. However, luckily before his pride could become dented the competition was unexpectedly halted when Nigel returned to make a dramatic entrance by appearing to be dragging a very reluctant boy with him. "Who the fucks he then?" asked Ian not recognising the face at all. "Wot's he want?" "Yeah, wot's he bloody doing here?" added Harry now feeling somewhat embarrassed at being seen by a stranger with his cummy underpants and an unwieldy erection that kept popping out of the side. "I don't fuckin' know, that's wot we're gonna find out." replied Nigel pulling the recalcitrant figure into the centre of the group. "The little cunt was spying on us and he's gonna tell us why. Now! Ain't you?" "Well he'd better fuckin' hurry up." decreed Art, instantly switching to autopilot and applying his X-ray vision to the boys blue jeans to determine any bulges and clues as to type of underwear he had on. The little cunt in question appeared to be about the same age, sported a mop of curly blond hair and was generally rather scrawny with a truly fine collection of facial acne interspersed with facial bumfluff. "Wot's yer name then? Fuckin' Spotty is it?" demanded Robin, despite also feeling rather silly dressed only in Richard's dreadful Y-fronts and wellington boots. "Uum... Colin..." stammered the captive. "Fuckin' Spotty Colin." said Andy. "But you looks like a fuckin' girl with all that hair." "It's a fuckin' girl called Spotty Colin then innit?" said James. "We had a gert dog once called Colin." said Robin, a useless fact. "Does that mean Colin here's a bloody woofter!" Richard dissolved into laughter at his own joke. "Piss off!" squeaked Colin in panic mode. "A woofter eh?" Martin studied the front of Colin's jeans. Looking wildly around Colin concluded there was no obvious escape. Surrounded by a group of sex charged boys dressed only in their underwear and looking as though enormous drooling erections were de facto equipment within the motley collection of underpants. It was a worrying situation to say the least. "How old is you then Spotty?" demanded Ian. "And, wot you fuckin' doing here spying on us anyway?" "Nearly fifteen." replied Colin very nervously, feeling distinctly intimidated being surrounded by other boys when the truth was he was barely fourteen and a bit. "How nearly?" asked Nigel, who had his doubts. Colin just nodded. "Yer old enough to wank then?" Martin started to grin. "Maybe we ought to strip you and watch you wank, since you've been fuckin' watching us." "Yeah, too fuckin' true!" James was feasting on the front of the blue jeans. "Hang on fuckin' Spotty, first I wanna know wot yer doing here anyway?" said Art. "I.. I.. I lives down the road and I often comes here and.." "Why? Why d'you come here?" interrupted Richard who really wanted to see Martin's suggestion put into practice. "Wot for?" "I like to see wot goes on when there's a school party." he mumbled looking down. "You mean you hopes you catches kids doing things?" said Andy. James astutely added. "Does it matter if they're boys or girls then?" "Uumm.." Colin blushed, Andy took that as preference for boys. "You disgusting little wanker!" Robin was already thinking of the pleasures ahead. "D'you let 'em squeeze a few of them ripe spots as well then!" Harry laughed. Colin's blushes deepened. "Well Spotty, looks like you really fuckin' struck lucky today then don't it?" Nigel winked as he turned to Art who had one hand unashamedly down the front of his briefs. "Wot d'you think we do with him then Art?" "I think," replied Art thoughtfully as his thumb passed over the gooey end of his cock, "I think, that little fuckin' Spotty yer ought to do a fuckin' strip tease so we can see wot pants he wears and so we's can check if he's is a little boy or a little girl." That suggestion immediately met with a unanimous murmur of approval and led to several hands squeezing erections. "We'll be able to tell from his pants." said Richard. "Or panties." added Robin, with a certain inside knowledge. "That's right and we'll have to have a bloody good look at his willy." continued Art grinning. "Then, like Mart said, little fuckin' Spotty Colin can wank for us while we watch him seeing as he's been watching us." "Oh fuck!" Colin closed his eyes, knowing this was going to be humiliating in the extreme. It wasn't so much the thought of exposing himself or even masturbating in front of strange boys, since he did an awful lot that at school anyway and was as a consequence becoming known for his easy virtue. Unbeknown to the boys surrounding him the truth, sadly or otherwise was that his genetic profile was distinctly homosexual with a sex drive to rival Art's! Those feelings were reinforced by his older brother Jacob had rather forceably taken young Colin's anal virginity at the tender age of ten. Subsequently they continued to both enjoy the act on a regular nightly basis, sharing a bedroom under such circumstances was not all bad as Colin soon came to realise when his sexual horizons were rapidly broadened as was his sphincter. However, his current concerns were not based any deviant sexual practices he may be forced to submit to during his capture but, more the accoutrements he had chosen for that particular days voyeuristic outing. "Come on then Spotty, get fuckin' dancing," called out Ian, who like Art now had a hand down the front of his briefs, "let's see yer striptease!" "Yeah, you'd better bloody hurry before the rest of the class comes back." said Nigel reaching out to prod Colin in the ribs. "Come on, fuckin' dance you little tosser!" With some reluctance Colin started to jig about and slowly unbuttoned his shirt to expose his lily white chest. "He ain't wearing a fuckin' vest," exclaimed Martin in disappointment, "fuck! And he looked just the bleeding type who would." James unaware that the purple head of his cock had escaped and was poking out the side of his underpants, watched excitedly as first the blue shirt was discarded and the second of the shoes kicked off. "Come on Spotty we wanna see yer pants and yer cock!" Colin nervously gyrated around knowing that it was time to undo his jeans, that being something he could not put off any longer. Unable to face the boys he turned to the castle wall and popped the button on his jeans allowing them to slide very slowly down to his knees. "Wot the fucks he got on!" Harry being the nearest stared at Colin's delightfully pert little bottom encased in some very tight and very unusual looking fabric. "Fuck me, wot nice bum" Art turned to Nigel, "they're cute little pants, fuckin' tight ain't they?" "He is a fucking girl! I said he was fuckin' girl!" shouted Andy having taken a second lingering look. "He's wearing girls knickers!" "Oh fuckin' hell so he is!" muttered Robin to himself his cock lurching in his briefs, really buoyed by the fact it now seemed he wasn't the only boy to wear his sisters panties. "They got fuckin' little flowers on 'em and pink fuckin' elastic!" confirmed Martin in astonishment. "Fuckin' hell!" Charlie said nothing, he simply stood there his mouth open, his hand having found it's way inside the slimy Aertex briefs to massage the warm semen all around his hard cock. Colin was a brilliant red. Performing a sex act in public was one thing, but to be caught wearing his sisters floral panties was another. And, as he knew there was worse to come. Much worse. "And, the little fucker's cum in 'em!" shouted Ian excitedly. "Look the fronts all wet and shiny!" "Wot, you means Spotty's watered the flowers!" added Robin to some laughter. "Wot a dirty little sod, who'd cum in their pants?" Art looked horrified at the thought, immediately leaning forward for a closer look. "He fuckin' has though, ain't he!" "Wonder where he got that idea from then?" Nigel grinned. "Fucked if I knows." replied Art innocently. "And, look his cocks all squashed innit, that's some tight fuckin' elastic there!" "Well fuckin' turn round slowly and show us all then." demanded Martin. "We all wanna see." Very red in the face Colin slowly moved around the group, the wet front of tight floral panties leaving nothing to the imagination all of which meant by now the very appreciative audience were all fondling their cocks one way or another. "D'you always wear them then?" asked Martin. It was certainly a new idea. "Nah, they're me little sisters." replied Colin very hesitantly. "So why you wearing 'em now then?" for Robin it was an important question. "They're tight and they feels sexy..." that was as much as Colin could reply, his mouth was now very dry. "Wonder if she wears his pants?" said James to some laughter. "D'you think if Art had a sister she'd wear his pants!" added Ian to much laughter. "Fuck off. Cheeky cunt!" replied Art. "Hey, come on we ain't got all day so get 'em off Spotty and show us yer willy." called out Nigel, "I `spect somebody will help you with 'em." With that, every hand in the group seemed to want to help. Amid raucous laughter hands were going everywhere, some inside the panties, some trying to pull them down and even some wayward fingers were trying to go elsewhere. Now was the moment Colin had really wanted to avoid, cursing himself for risking getting too close and being caught it was undoubtedly voyeuristic pay-back time. Once his panties were dangling somewhere by his knees, his freed cock immediately sprung to attention amid hoots of laughter from those immediately in front. "Wot's so fuckin' funny?" asked Richard peering round to try and see. "Well, it's fuckin' bent innit!" replied Ian laughing and pointing with a shaking hand. "I ain't seen one like that before." "I have. Oh fuckin' hell, the poor cunt!" Nigel was laughing. "He's got one of them special cocks and it means instead of cumming, he went!" Everybody thought that very funny except Colin. "Oh fuckin' assholes!" hissed Martin to Ian sounding rather worried. "Wassup? Problem?" Ian looked, Martin had his hand in his briefs, nothing unusual there. "Don't say nothing." whispered Martin looking up and blushing. "I just cum in me pants!" Ian started giggle. "You won't be only one the way this is fuckin' going! I ain't far off either!" "Does it straighten out when you wanks then?" Harry was very tempted to poke it with his finger but finally resisted. "Ain't got many hairs have you?" "Nah, no... not a lot." Colin could barely answer for embarrassment. The difference between being fourteen and a bit to being fifteen was astronomic in terms of genital development. "Well give us a demo wank then!" the way James said it there was no choice. "He don't look fuckin' old enough with that bent cock!" said Andy laughing. Poor Colin was one of those in the small minority who's organ, instead of pointing ahead or upwards actually curved downwards. So severe was the curvature that it went through almost ninety degrees to point to the ground below. Normally he was used to comments about his malformed cock, but that combined with being caught wearing panties and knowing there was more to come he was almost in tears as he started to slide his foreskin unenthusiastically back and forth. "Bloody hell, look at that," said Art, "he's only got like the foreskin and two inches at end to play with before he goes round the bend!" James who standing directly in front leaned over to get a close up view of Colin's two finger technique on the short length at the end. "You gonna cum then Spotty?" "Nah... don't think I can again." he dried up almost in tears, this was so humiliating. "Hey Spotty," called out Charlie, making his first real contribution to the event having noticed Colin's final embarrassment of riches, "why've you got a bit of string hanging out yer bumhole?" "Hey, stop pissing I gotta idea!" called out David, "We'll get in a circle and everybody use their right hand to hold the willy of the person next to 'em!" "Yeah!" "We're sure to aim to piss in the bottle then ain't we?" said Joe laughing. "Course we will." With a lot of laughter and shuffling about since the boys had their wet underpants around their ankles they finally made a circle around Alex, immediately grabbing hold of the adjacent organ as instructed. "Right, Alex when we starts pissing you can start wanking." said Brian excitedly. "Ready, one... two... three...piss!" Licking the inside the string briefs Alex was on the way to heaven, quite what the attraction was about being pissed over he wasn't too sure, although he was sure that he loved it. "Brian, I bought a large packet of Jaffa cakes for your friends." Nobody took any notice, since over the general babble of voices and laughter they couldn't hear the voice out side the tent. Tom standing opposite the entrance suddenly felt the icy hand of fear running down his spine when he saw the shadow in the doorway. But, it was too late. Much to Charles' disappointment the hand which had been doing such a wonderful job suddenly dropped from his erection, he turned to look at Tom not yet guessing something was amiss. "Oh my god! Whatever's going on?" Mrs Fuller looked around the tent in utter disbelief dropping her shopping bag to the ground in shock as she did so. The voices rapidly subsided as her presence slowly became noticed. "Oh fuck!" was heard to be muttered in the background. Alex was on the point of ejaculation. Being cocooned and rather preoccupied inside Simon's string briefs he was isolated from the surrounding events and thus totally unaware of either the impending doom or the fading voices. "I've cum! I've fucking cum!" he shouted triumphantly from his soggy patch on the ground, a dribble of semen emerged from his overwrought cock to cling to his fingers. "Who is that? What's going on?" demanded Mrs Fuller she pointed to Alex, his hand still stroking his twitching member. Looking around in bewilderment at the semi-naked boys she finally fixed her stare on a trembling Brian. "It's.. Al... Alex..." croaked Brian after a pause. "So you're, you're urinating over him?" Utter Silence. Nobody could admit to it. Some felt the fact that they had been caught playing with each others erections and now Brian's mother had seen all their genitalia it was far more embarrassing than merely peeing over somebody! She looked around the group, this time taking in who was there and uttering their names in a role call. "Tom... David.. Simon.. Barry.. you're all here... oh my god! Even Robbie's here!" With that Robbie tried to disappear into the ground knowing that when his mother was angry, was she angry! The signs were it was not going to be a very happy day. Wondering what on earth was going on and unable to hear properly Alex suddenly sat up pulling the briefs from his head as he did so. Blinking in the light he looked around the group like a startled rabbit to see Mrs Fuller standing by the entrance looking far from enamoured with their behaviour. "Oh fuck!" he mumbled in fright, immediately putting a hand down to hide his rapidly shrinking organ from her searching gaze. Charles unaccustomed to a strong mother figure was looking very fraught his eyes enormous behind his glasses, he felt for Tom's hand and just wanted to go home. "Right, you two," she pointed with a quivering finger in turn at Brian and Robbie, "inside. Now!" Shaking, Brian bent down to pull up the Aertex briefs which now soaked resembled a wet dish cloth around his feet. "You don't need those, get inside as you are!" The humiliation was palpable. Watched helplessly by the other boys Brian and Robbie naked from the waist down very reluctantly shuffled off towards the exit flap. "Brian!" He stopped in his tracks and looked tearfully round, one hand trying to cover his withered appendage from his mothers view. "Anyway, who's underpants were they? They're certainly nothing I've bought you?" Brian, imitating a pillar of salt found himself unable to speak. "Mine.." said Joe hoarsely on realising from Brian's expression that he was on the verge of breaking down. "I see." It was the classic two word put-down that would imply distain and be guaranteed to end any further conversation. "I'll leave the Jaffa cakes." Although David had met her several times he couldn't look her in the eye, opened his mouth to say something although nothing audible came out. With that she picked up the shopping bag to follow Brian and Jamie inside the house. It was not up to her to discipline the other boys, it would be far more effective to simply leave them wondering what the outcome would be. The back door slammed behind her as she disappeared from view. "Oh fuck!" Tom was the first to speak, albeit his mouth was very dry. "Reckon she's gonna tell our parents?" Since Colin had been equated to the dog that Robin used to have, it seemed only fitting that now they had discovered he his tail he should be on his hands and knees. "Bloody funny dog innit, one that wears girls panties with a bent willy." observed Ian visually following Colin's delightful buttocks around as he moved. "Hey..." Richard was already laughing and he hadn't cracked his joke yet, "hey, reckon he's wot they calls a spotty dog!" "Come on over here Spotty," called Nigel above the laughter, "it's time we pulled your tail." Knowing that what was about to happen couldn't be much worse than the humiliation he had suffered already, it was a bizarre twist for Colin to find himself feeling quite aroused and secretly hoping the situation might develop into some form of sexual game. Accompanied by laughter and several lewd suggestions relating to his angular cock, he moved over towards Nigel taking stock of the many bulges and associated frictional activities that encircled him at eye level as moved about. "You gotta be gentle with it as you pulls it." he said. Nigel looked down to see Colin staring straight ahead. Colin was metaphorically devouring the front of Nigel's burgeoning, stained Y-fronts. A wet spot had formed under the waistband band being indicative that something of above average proportions was desperately trying to escape. "You like staring at my pants then?" Nigel grinned. "Gentle with pulling wot?" "Don't mind, wotever you want!" Colin grinned back. "I was talking about me tail!" "You filthy little bugger!" said Art immediately picking up on the fact that Colin appeared to be a more than willing victim. "Wot else could he pull on!" "I means, when you pull on it, it could hurt." Colin smiled invitingly. Nigel flexed his leg muscles, his cock lurched in his briefs. "Me with yours or you with mine?" "Don't mind." Colin was definitely available. "Don't fuckin' worry Spotty, we'll be gentle," Art smiled, one of those smiles, "we're used to pulling things outta bums ain't we Nige!" "And putting 'em in!" Nigel laughed. "Oh..." was all Colin could reply smiling back at Art, the magic had worked. He was under his spell. "Come on you lot, we gotta be quick," called out Nigel looking up, "gather round his bum, we're gonna pull Spotty dog's tail and see how big it is!" Art bent down. "Spotty, how many pulls do we get, just one or wot?" "About a dozen." said Colin, the more he thought of Art the harder his cock became. "Right, Spotty says it'll take a dozen pulls before his tail comes out, so we can all have ago." announced Nigel laughing as he looked round. "So I thinks that Andy and James should have the first pulls since they thought all this up, then we'll take turns." Andy wearing James' string briefs, which were now looking distinctly third hand and very stained moved to stand behind Colin. Tentatively he reached out for the piece of cord that protruded so temptingly from between his legs. "Go on, fuckin' pull it!" said James very encouragingly. "Right. Spread yer bum!" watched excitedly by the boys Andy tugged on the cord who were all rather surprised that nothing happened. "Art, how hard do I pull?" "How do I fuckin' know!" Art grinned. "Ask Spotty `cause it's his fuckin' bum innit?" Nigel looked closely at the protruding cord. "Spotty, wot's up yer bum?" "If I can stop being a bloody dog," Colin looked up and grinned, "I'll pull me own tail so you can see." "Right, hear that?" Art looked round at the expectant faces. "so he ain't no fuckin' Spotty dog no more, he's just fuckin' Spotty!" "I'd like to take Spotty dog for a walk in the woods, tie him to a tree and fuck the ass off him, wouldn't you?" whispered Martin to Ian. "Too right I would," replied Ian squeezing his cock, "and I'd tie you to another bloody tree and all!" ########################################################### Chapter 142 to follow