Date: Mon, 17 Aug 2009 11:22:30 +0100 From: Tom Subject: Brief encounters chap 34 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 *************************************************************************************************** PLEASE NOTE If the posts are a little disjointed over the next few weeks it's only because of the holiday season, as even I take break! So do note as from this chapter 34, there will be break for a couple of weeks.......... so watch this space! And don't forget the new email address - amias09@fastmail.fm **************************************************************************************************** Chapter 34 – The perils of self-abuse "Hey! Here look at him!" David nudged Joe in the ribs. "Looks like he's been kicked in the knackers!" "Or he's got something stuck up his ass!" "He ain't never gonna do gym like that is he!" Simon was hobbling around looking rather lost and doing his best not to appear as though he was suffering from a dreadful malady of his nether regions, totally unconnected with excessive self abuse. Any healing benefit derived from the Savlon had disappeared soon after it had been absorbed by his cotton briefs, lessons hadn't started yet and he was already wondering how he was going to last the day. Even walking was becoming more painful with each step. "Oi! Simon, wot's up?" "Looks like you got something stuck up yer bum?" said Joe tactfully. "I could check it out with me finger!" "Fuck off!" Simon looked round and whispered, "It's.. well, I've hurt me cock and.." David cut in, "Wot wanking!" "You're a wanker!" "Fuckin' shut up!" David and Joe were now giggling uncontrollably. Simon could see this was going to be an awful day. But he didn't know quite how awful it was going to turn out! "Can I kiss it better?" asked Joe, his hand deep in his pocket. It was no good, the situation was rapidly degenerating and soon even Simon was starting to laugh as well. David, possibly the most sensible, tried to find out what the actual problem was. "So wot you done... come on tell us?" "Umm.. well I sort of caught it on something and it's all... like... sore now!" How could he possibly explain, even to his best friends that he had wanked away until it was raw, made a blister and then drew blood! "So.. wot, you did wot?" Joe was having difficulty believing the rather lame excuse. "You wot? You caught it on wot? How?" "Why don't you show it us in the bog?" said David enthusiastically, "We got time." "Uumm.. later maybe.." Simon was panicking, knowing if they saw his cock the secret of his over indulgence would soon be out! He changed the subject slightly, "Yer, and I even got a note from Dad to say I can't do gym." "Shit!" said Joe, not wanting to give up. "You must have hurt it proper. How d'you say you did it?" "Err.." "So did yer Dad have a look then?" David was now feeling the ever growing lump in his blue briefs through the lining of his pocket. This was very interesting! "Yer." Simon nodded and blushed. "Was it hard?" David was becoming more aroused by the minute. "I couldn't let my Dad see mine...oh fuck no, no!" "But me Dad's really nice." said Simon and added innocently "He didn't laugh nor nothing.. he even put the ointment on it!" "Wot? Fucking willie ointment!" David was astounded, this was serious stuff. Joe looked in surprise, "Wot! You let him put stuff on yer cock!" Simon blushed, "Well he's me Dad! And.." "Did you go hard?" asked David again. Who was known to be able to go hard at any excuse! "I would!" Luckily Simon didn't a chance to answer as Mr Patton suddenly appeared in the doorway and interrupted them. "You three boys, give me hand for a minute." "Sir?" said David turning round and sounding less than unenthusiastic. "We've had a delivery of new art materials and I just need to get the empty cardboard boxes to the caretakers dump. They're not heavy or anything" "But Sir.." "But nothing! It'll only take two minutes. Come on." He turned and walked inside. "Smartish! Let do it quickly before assembly!" "Shit!" said Simon under his breath, "That's more fuckin' walking!" Joe winked at David, then turned and asked Simon "Wot'd you say you did to it?" He didn't get a reply. A minute later at a rather forced pace Mr Patterson led a shambolic crocodile out of the building carrying the boxes, each of boys was trying to keep up whilst balancing several boxes at once. To David the whole thing seemed quite ridiculous as none of them could see where they were going from behind the boxes, he started to giggle and laughter being infectious even the limping Simon was soon giggling as well. Between that and his wobbly walk the top box slipped off which he promptly tripped over, only to be flattened seconds later when Joe, also unable to see where he was going, tripped over Simon's flaying arms and then fell on top of Simon himself. The onlookers in the playground were starting to laugh as Mr Patton had blithely marched on unaware of the chaos behind him. David heard the laughter and turned round to see Simon squashed between the layers of various boxes with Joe spreadeagled on top of the heap! Throwing his own boxes to the ground, David went back and pulled the still giggling Joe up, which left Simon partly covered by the squashed boxes and swearing profusely! "Wot you moaning about now?" asked David pushing the crumpled boxes off Simon. "It's me fuckin' cock..." Simon was grabbing at his shorts and plainly in distress, "the edge of that bleedin' box has fuckin' squashed me balls flat! It hurts like hell!" "Oh fuck! Don't look as though he's joking does he?" said David to Joe on looking at contorted Simon's face, "Joe, see if there's anybody here who can help and get rid of these fuckin' boxes and then we can sort him out." Joe looked about, luckily he caught the eye of Brian and Jimmy who were standing laughing with the rest of the crowd at Simon's antics as he hopped about holding his balls through his shorts. "It's a laugh innit? Wot's want?" said Brian. Then he looked and saw Simon's contorted face. "Hey, wot's up with him?" "He's hurt his balls!" Joe grinned, "Can you and Jimmy take these fuckin' boxes over the caretakers dump, just follow old Patton... and we'll try and do something with Simon's balls!" "Wot you gonna do?" asked Jimmy. "I could rub 'em better!" "I ain't got a clue!" said Joe giggling, "Dave can be the fuckin' nurse!" "Hey, hang on a sec and forget about the nurse," said Brian excitedly, "we just overheard some fourth year's talking about having all their pants pinched from the gym yesterday... wot's that all about? Have you heard anything?" "It sounded great, all them pants to play with and think of them cocks just flopping about in their trousers!" added Jimmy, "I'd love to find all them pants... wonder who had 'em?" "I ain't heard anything about that.. have you Dave?" "No. Nothing, pity!" "Simon you heard anything about that?" Simon kept his head well down and grunted. He could now see if ever he was found out life was going to be very tricky! As the audience started to disperse David and Joe hauled Simon to his feet whilst Brian and Jimmy gathered up the flattened boxes and set off in pursuit of Mr Patton and the dump. That left Simon about three minutes before the morning assembly bell and little enough time to find a solution to his ever increasing problems. He was now beginning to regret going to school even if it had meant having to tell his mother something about his injury! "Oi! Wot's happening?" Tom and Alex suddenly appeared running up and stopped very out of breath. "Simon's hurt his balls and that!" replied David in a very matter of fact voice, "Where you bin, didn't see you on my bus?" "We fuckin' missed it and had to get the next one!" Tom drew another deep breath, "We just made it... has the bell gone yet?" "No. Any minute." "Well," Alex, looked at Simon still clutching his shorts, "wot you gonna do with him? He looks fucked!" "Hey, it's we, not just you! Now you're here you're fuckin' helping as well!" said Joe with a grin, "Let's get him inside. D'you know he still won't tell us how he hurt his cock!" "Oh just fuck off!" groaned Simon. There was no chance to take the topic any further as luckily for Simon the assembly bell rang. With much giggling and supposition as to the actual cause of his original injury they helped him into the hall where they propped him against a pillar. The morning break found Martin was ensconced in a corner with Nigel and Art. Art was in the process of issuing Martin's order for the next stage of his grand plan. "So Mart, get yer little ass over to Tom and his mates and find out wot's gonna happen at the weekend." "Yes, Sir!" Martin grinned, "I shall infiltrate them for you!" "Cor, is that like wanking or something?" asked Art. He was serious! Nigel started laughing, "No you stupid tit, it means he's a fuckin' spy!" "Oh, shit! Well he could infiltrate me any day!" Art sounded quite disappointed, "In fact if we went down to the bog, he could infiltrate me right now! God, I could do with a wank!" "Wouldn't mind one meself!" added Nigel, hands in pockets, "But we gotta sort this out first.. you get over there Mart and find out wot and when they gonna do something in the shed. Right?" "Yer... but don't involve me will you?" "No. Don't fuckin' panic, you'll still be able to infiltrate their pants and they won't know it's you that's been the spy!" said Nigel grinning, "Anyway, we've had a sorta chat with Ian and he's been conscripted to help. Right Art?" "Conscripted eh? The dirty little fucker!" Art was starting to giggle, the conversation was deteriorating. "Yer, I just seen him over there, I'll go and infiltrate him now, `cause I got a present for him." "Wot?" asked Nigel. "Wot the fuck are you on about now!" Martin was laughing, this was Art as he first knew him. "Shut up, just wait and see! Now, Mart we'll see you at dinner time." Art grinned, "Remember, don't you dare let on that you know what's wrong with Simon." Leaving Martin to find Tom and Alex, Art and Nigel walked over to Ian who was looking out of the window. "Oi! Glad yer by yerself," Art ran his hand lovingly across the seat of his tight grey trousers. "Oi, fuck off Art, people might see!" Ian blushed a little then grinned, "You got Mart sorted out then, so he's gonna find out what they're gonna do?" "Yer. And he's gonna infiltrate them!" Nigel nodded, "And you're gonna help this afternoon in the gym? Right?" "Yer, you sure it was one of them second years that stole the stuff? Have you got a plan yet?" "Fuckin' right it was, them little bugger's. Art's got the evidence, but we still dunno why they did it?" "I'm working on the plan. I'll tell you dinner time." Art grinned, "Now, I got a present for you." "Wot? A present! Why?" Ian was confused he looked between Nigel and Art. "Don't look at me, I don't fuckin' know wot it is!" said Nigel shrugging his shoulders. "But," Art looked furtively around, "I can't give it to you here... you gotta come on down to bog by the science blog dinner time. Then we'll sort out the plan for the afternoon and after that you can have your present." "Right.." said Ian cautiously. The reputation that Art was building for himself was a little worrying! Just outside the main door where they had met earlier Tom, Alex, David and Joe were trying unsuccessfully to coax out of Simon the reason for his injury to his cock. Martin wasn't having much luck finding them and was about to go back to Art when he saw them outside by the doorway though a window. Whilst he thought he had seemed to have hit it off with Tom and Alex he wasn't sure about Simon and didn't want it to appear as if he had been specifically trying to find them. Hurrying around the hall, out of a side door and then heading through the playground he was able to approach them up the path as though he had been outside all the time. Tom saw him approaching and smiled as he approached, "Hello Mart... where you been?" For a moment on hearing Tom's question Martin appeared flushed, he had that funny empty feeling again in his tummy. It was as good an excuse as any. "I was bit hot in the hall so.. I've just been out in the playground for some air." "You look a bit hot." said Alex. "You alright?" "Yer, fine." he certainly felt hot. What was it that first Tom and now Alex were doing to him? He was getting an erection and there was nothing he could about it, hopefully nobody would notice. "Umm.. this Martin." said Tom, "and these is me best mates, Dave and Joe. I think you met Simon before, down the sports field." "Right, umm.. you'd be Art's brother then?" Martin wasn't felling so relaxed with the other boys about and he wasn't handling it very well, he knew it. Somehow Simon's presence in particular had unnerved him, David and Joe just smiled amiably. "Yer, I am.. why wot's he said about me then?" Simon looked at him and sounded rather defensive. Simon had hated being told off and humiliated by Nigel when he had thrown his big wobbler in the field. Now here was faced with one of best Art's mates who had witnessed the whole thing and probably laughed about it. "Nothing." Martin sensed his antipathy, "Why... should he?" Alex could feel something as well. "Wot's the fucks up Simon, come on tell us. Mart's all right.. isn't he Tom?" Tom smiled and glanced down at Martin's trousers. "He's better than alright." "Uumm.. oh fuck!" Martin blushed. First he wanted to hold Tom, then he wanted to cuddle him. Finally he realised he just wanted to fuck him! His cock was rock hard and by now his foreskin had become drawn back allowing some precum to escape. "You see," said Alex very naively to Simon, "Mart's OK.. we like him. We know you got Art, but we ain't no one like that, you know a bit older!" "Sorry, it's nothing... I hurt meself and I ain't thinking!" Simon was rapidly realising that he was making a big mistake. It wasn't Martin's fault that he had been seen behaving like a young child having a mammoth temper tantrum. "Anyway," he sounded quite contrite, "I've heard Art say you're really nice. I'm sorry, it ain't you.. I just ain't very with it today." Martin blushed again. This was not turning out quite as he had hoped at all. Still now it did look as though Simon's attitude was changing for the better. What the hell. "Tom... I got the use of that shed.. on the allotment.. if you ummm.." "Shed?" Simon was now all ears, in fact slightly pink about them. "Shed.. for wot?" "Whatever! You guess!" said Alex grinning as he thought about what had happened in the shed when he and Simon were outside wanking each other off! "Hey, Dave.. would you and Joe like to come along?" "To wot?" David was intrigued, his cock was already getting hard. His hand was deep in his pocket and the outline of his briefs now visible through the grey material of his shorts stretched tightly across his buttocks. Martin was quick to notice and for a split second inadvertently made eye contact with David who winked. Martin blushed yet again. Joe was also watching, but it was the hand in Martin's pocket that attracted him, there was no doubt he was hiding a very solid erection and it was what he couldn't see that excited him so much. He might have been two years older but just as Tom and Alex had decided, he was about their build and just so cute! "I hope you'll be there Mart?" asked Joe innocently, "See Tom, Alex, Dave and me would have to all cycle over from Wellback to where you and Simon' live. We'd come over specially so it would have to be worth it like. I mean, that's right innit, you live in Little Hampton, that's the same place as Simon?" "Yeah, dead right. I'll be there." said Martin without thinking. His heart raced. The thought of five barely thirteen year old boys crammed together wearing just their underwear in that very same small shed. His cock thought much the same and deposited a second large drop of precum into his clean pale blue Y-fronts. "When though?" asked Simon. He was now smiling. "Would, could.. you wait till next weekend... `cause hopefully me cock will be better!" "Yer why not. It would give us more time to plan it, wouldn't it?" said Tom, "Next weekend... agreed?" "On Sunday then." said Alex to nods of approval all round. The lesson bell rang. "Wot you got Simon now?" asked David, "Have you got double biology, with us?" "Yer. I hate it!" "Never mind you can learn how yer willy works!" said Alex giggling as he walked off with Tom, "We've gotta go to double physics or we'll be bollocked!" Simon started to limp back to the hall. Martin was about to rush off to a history class but was stopped when Simon suddenly pulled on his blazer. "Sorry, I didn't mean anything... it's... I'm just having a fuckin' bad day. Art will tell you that." "Don't worry we all get 'em." Martin was relieved to hear it, the last thing he wanted was Simon against him. "So it's yer cock that's hirt is it? D'you want me to rub it better?" "No. Well yes!" Simon grinned. "Fuck off... uummm.. but you'll have to wait till next weekend!" "Shame, I really could!" Martin didn't know why he said it, but he certainly meant it! "Well.. I could uumm.." Simon nodded towards Martin's erection. "Oh fuck!" Martin looked embarrassed, "Is it that obvious?" Simon, smiled and slowly nodded. "And, about Tom and Alex.. I can tell!" "Oh no!" Simon, despite being the youngest understood, he really did. Tentatively reaching out he touched Martin's arm, he shivered. "Don't worry I won't say anything." "How did you know?" Martin sounded very worried. "The look on yer face.. Tom and Alex have got it really bad as well. They say yer so cute!" "Wot me!" Martin looked aghast. "Oh fuck! I didn't think it was that obvious!" "Yer. Don't worry." Simon grinned, " `cause, we alI want to get in yer pants now, both back and front!" ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 35 to follow