Date: Mon, 14 Sep 2009 14:53:49 +0100 From: Tom Subject: Brief encounters chap 36 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 Don't forget the change of email address email: amias09@fastmail.fm ******************************************************************************* Chapter 36 -- Nurse, quick the screens! Standing by one of the many doorways in the dining hall and trying to look as happy as he possibly could Simon was desperately looking around for Art. Conversely, Art now forewarned that he was going to be required made his presence in the dining hall as very obvious and was talking to Ian and Nigel in the middle of the room about the plan for the afternoons robbery in the changing room. "There he is .. Dave, there, there, you see him?" Simon pointed over to his right. "Which one? I don't really know him?" asked David looking over towards a group of older boys and the jumble of maroon blazers. "There, look there, with his hands in his pockets!" Simon managed a smile and pointed again, "He's the one who looks like a fuckin' wreck with cum stains on his trousers!" "Wot, they real cum stains?" David grinned, "Oh right, I see. He takes after you then!" "Fuck off!" he managed another smile, "But thanks anyway" "I'll bring him over, you look as though you can't fuckin' go anywhere now!" David walked slowly over and pushed nervously in amongst the group to stand on Nigel's left. "Who's you then little man?" asked Nigel looking down with a grin. "Uumm.." surrounded by the older boys David was just a little circumspect. He turned to who he assumed was Art, "Are you Art? Like, Simon's big brother?" Art nodded and tried to look suitably surprised. "I'm not like, I am his big brother! Why, wot's want?" "He want's to have word... but, he can't sorta of get here!" "Wot a little wanker!" said Nigel. David blushed as that just about applied to the whole of the second-year! "Shut up Nige, now wot is it? Wot? You mean can't he walk! Oh shit, wot's he done now then!" Art made joke of it. "Wot's yer name?" "David. No.. not really, he's a bit uumm.. stuck." David shook his head and then looked Art right in the face. Art blinked, they both knew the reason. "Where is he?" Art cut in to save David any further explanation. "Over there by the other door," said David pointing, "see?" "Tell him... I ummm... I understand and I'll be over in minute." Art tried to appear rather nonchalant. "I'll just finish here." Ian also glanced over and saw a boy in short trousers who he assumed was Simon leaning against the door frame. Inadvertently he caught Art's eye when he looked back, Art made a face. David went back to Simon and told him Art would be with him shortly to which Simon replied. "Thanks.. so would you two please bugger off and leave me, I gotta tell him on me own." "Yer, that's fine." said Joe, "You'll let us know what happens won't you?" "Course I will you silly sod!" With the thought of seeing the nurse Simon felt as though he was about to face a firing squad. "Please, just fuck off.. I can't handle much more." "Come on Joe, let's go and find Tom and Alex and see wot they're doing or something." David pushed Joe forward and they walked slowly off. Unable to resist they both looked round on leaving the hall and saw that Art was already there. "So wot's happened?" Simon looked around in case anybody was listening. "I had to walk down to the bottom of the playing field and back and.." "That's bloody miles." said Art interrupting, "And that did it I `spose?" Simon nodded, "It fuckin' hurts every time I move and it's been bleeding again!" "Wot we gonna do?" Art rubbed his head. "Fuck I don't know.. you need some help, but you won't have any!" "I thought.. I thought if you came with me I'd.. we'd.." Simon ground to a halt he still couldn't bring himself to say it. "Wot.. come on we only about fifteen minutes before fuckin' lesson start again." Art looked at Simon. "We wot?" "We.. if you come in with me... I'll, we'll go to the nurse!" Simon said it so quickly Art didn't quite get it. "Wot! Fuckin' hell yes!" Art grinned, "I wasn't gonna push it in case you had another fuckin' wobbler!" "Yer. I knows. I can't stand any more." "Well come on then, quick!" Without any warning Art pulled him away from the door frame, "Let's go.. I'll help you." "Art," Simon stumbled out of the dining room, "wot we gonna say?" "Dunno, who fuckin' cares as long as we get yer cock sorted out!" What should have been a minutes walk took twice as long. Simon thankfully collapsed on the chair outside of Mrs Wright's room as Art knocked on the door. Pulling at Art's blazer he again he nervously said, "Can you give this note to Mr Hawkins.. Dad wrote it to get me out of gym." Art looked at it and then stuffed it in is his blazer, "Well lucky you!" "Art, wot you gonna say?" Art shrugged his shoulders and said, "Wot about the truth!" "No.. no.. please!" "Hello," Mrs Wright opened the door and looked at Art, then saw Simon sitting by the door. "Oh, there's two of you, is there a problem?" "It's me little brother," Art nodded towards Simon, "He's... uumm hurt himself... can we get him in?" Mrs Wright looked down and smiled, "He doesn't look very happy, what's he done?" "Uumm.. can I tell you when we got him inside?" "I suppose, come on then, bring him in. Does he need to go on the couch?" "Yer. I reckon." said Art as he hauled Simon to his feet. Ignoring his obvious discomfort he manhandled him through the door before propelling him towards the green examination couch. Mrs Wright was quick to notice that from the expression on Simon's face he was certainly suffering from something. However, it was business first and with Simon now lying down with Art standing by his side Mrs wright took the boys names and class details. She smiled, "Right now all that's done, so what is the problem?" Simon didn't say anything he just went bright red and looked hopefully over at Art who in turn looked somewhat embarrassed himself. Smiling reassuringly he she said, "Come on now, it can't be that bad, I've seen most things you know. What's the problem?" "You ain't seen this!" Art muttered under his breath and avoiding all eye contact said very quietly, "Miss.. he's hurt... he's.. hurt his willy!" "Ah.. I see." She smiled again. "There's no need to get embarrassed boys, I've been doing this job a long time and there isn't much I haven't seen. Please don't worry or be shy." Art thought maybe this then was the job to get when he left school, he could just visualise himself examining hundreds of boys in shorts after hopefully undressing them! "Simon, can you take your shorts down or do you want your brother or me to do it?" There was no answer Simon was just praying it wasn't happening to him. "Simon." It was Art, who understood just how humiliated his brother was feeling. "I'm going to take your shorts down.. OK?" He nodded, his eyes remained tightly closed. Even if it was his own brother and he wasn't very well, when Art started to undo Simon's shorts and then slowly pull them down it seemed as though the whole thing was turning into an erotic act in itself! Once the shorts were about halfway down and the now pink Woolworths briefs were on display Art realised that he was associating the undressing his brother with Ian and had a strange tingling feeling in his cock. It was definitely becoming erect, something made all the more obvious by the fact that he was no longer wearing any underpants having given them back to Ian earlier! By the time the shorts down around Simon's ankles Art had a full blown erection and was trying to hide it by keeping close to the edge of the green couch. Mrs Wright was now looking down at Simon and wasn't entirely sure what the stains on his briefs were, they couldn't be blood surely? "Simon, would you like either Arthur or me to take your pants down?" Simon grunted and screwed his face up, feeling without doubt that this was the worst moment of his life. "You do it Arthur, it might be less embarrassing for him." Less embarrassing for Simon but possibly not for Art, he leaned forward pressing his hard cock into the edge of the couch to disguise it. What was wrong with him, even though he had had a wank with Ian barely an hour before he now felt as though he could get it out and do it again right then and there! Simon moaned and groaned as Art, who loved to undress boys at the best of times did his best to keep his erection hidden whilst he gently pulled Simon's briefs down. Even Art thought poor Simon's cock was looking much worse and casually pulling the corner of his blazer across to try and hide his obscenely bulging trousers he stood back to allow Mrs Wright inspect Simon's injury. "Oh my god! It's been bleeding!" First she leant closer and then drew back seeming rather puzzled, she turned and looked at the brothers. "Whatever has happened?" After years in the job it was a reflex question and asked on auto-pilot. "What have you done?" Under the circumstances, possibly it was the worst thing to ask since no self respecting boy was going to admit he had wanked until his cock was bleeding! She looked down at Simon who was still just pretending he wasn't there and hiding his face in his hands! Then, turning to Art she rather naively asked, "Arthur do you know what he has done?" With his own erection partly visible under his blazer and now asked to explain why his younger brother had rubbed his cock till it was on the verge of self-destruction Art was already looking very red in the face and embarrassed! "Uumm.. uumm..." It was at that point that Mrs wright suddenly went rather pink herself, the truth had become blindingly obvious! It was due to masturbation! "Oh no..." She looked at Art hoping he would say something to the contrary. As his face changing to puce he stuttered, "I.. I.. think you.. you've.. guessed!" Despite working for years as school nurse and thinking she had seen everything that the pupils a large school could possibly throw at her, this injury was indeed in a class of it's own! Looking somewhat flustered to say the least, she steeled herself to inspect Simon's very limp and distinctly sad looking sexual organ. Assuming that Simon probably wouldn't reply she asked Art how old he was. "Uumm.. he's thirteen. Just." Art replied. Bravely he took the bull by the horns. "Miss.. uumm... you.. won't say nothing.. now you know... will you? He'll never live it down if you do." As awkward as it was for all three of them she knew they had to face the facts. "Of course not, what happens in here is confidential. Now look, Arthur I know what boy's do and I have boy's of my own but... even so.. you can see this has even made me a little embarrassed as well." Art thought to himself that if she knew what boys did, then that was dreadful because she would know what he did as well! Still puce and with his cock twitching in his trousers, he Mumbled, "Yer.. Miss.. umm... boys do.. ummm.. oh... god!" Wisely assuming that at fifteen Art was probably quite a dab hand at masturbation himself and not wanting to make him feel any more uncomfortable than he already was she said, "Look, Arthur I think we both understand, don't we?" He nodded and looked at the floor. "Now I don't want to embarrass you any more, so do you want to go and leave Simon here? The lesson bell will be going in a minute anyway. What have you got?" "Biology. Yer, I `spose that might be best. Simon, you happy with that?" "It's probably best and I can always find you if you are needed." said Mrs Wright. Thinking he could escape further embarrassment Art started to walk around the couch and was about to head for the door when Simon suddenly sat up! "No! No! No! Art.. you can't go.. I want you!" He looked pathetic. His shorts and briefs were pulled down, his blood stained cock was shrivelled to nothing and his face was tear stained. Desperately he stuck out a hand to stop Art walking past and grabbed at his arm. Art looked first at him then over at Mrs wright. "I can't go. I can't leave him.. can I? It ain't fair." "No, you can't really." She smiled, "We'll have to sort out the biology class later." Simon looked up, he was now holding Art's hand. Tears were in his eyes. "Wot you gonna do?" Is it gonna hurt? he asked. "Well, Art's going stand there by you," she nodded to him, "and first I'm going to have to clean you up and then we'll see what have to put on it and make it better." "Yer. But will it be better by tonight?" asked Simon having nothing but blind faith in the powers of the medical profession! Mrs Wright shook her head as she started getting the necessary materials ready for the clean up, "No. I think Simon it might take a few days because.." "Oh no!" "Sshh... now listen and think about this, it's very important, right?" "Yer.. wot's important?" "You see, you've hurt a part of your body that we just can't leave alone to heal by itself, it's not simple like just putting plaster on your arm.. do you see umm.. see, what I'm trying to say?" "No.. wot's mean?" "Think about it, Simon. Your penis gets used and jiggled about a lot.. I mean, you use it to go to the toilet and it... uumm... well, lets be honest, it's size can change so it's not really the sort of thing we can put a bandage or plaster on is it?" Despite his obvious embarrassment Art was smiling, he saw exactly what she was trying to say and thought she was putting the whole thing very succinctly. Simon's face fell. He looked up at Art who squeezed his hand. "So..." "So wot can you do?" asked Art. He suddenly grinned, "You're right, you can't put a plaster on it can you!" "To be honest, I don't know," she smiled, "I've never had this problem before! Let's clean it up and see what it looks like then. Simon, it's going to sting so be brave!" Five minutes later after much clenching of fists and managing to restrain himself from saying anything too offensive Simon relaxed on the couch. Mrs Wright stood back. "Simon, I think you've been a very lucky boy, the bleeding is just from a blister and if that is left alone it will heal very quickly on it's own. You do understand? You have to leave it to heal." Nodding in agreement Simon certainly did understand, that meant no wanking and he went rather red to prove he'd got the point! "Good! Now, the tricky part is that the whole thing has been made really very, very sore and that has been exacerbated by constant rubbing in your pants." Exacerbated? Art, looked puzzled and wondered if that was a new sexual word since it rhymed with masturbating! The truth was that by now he wasn't really thinking at all, in fact the tension of all this on top of the earlier sexual adventures with Ian had rather worn him out! "Exacccers... wot?" asked Simon. Still with the words masturbation and exacerbation running round in his head Art just butted in and explained it all to Simon in his very own and inimitable way. "It means yer cocks been rubbing in yer pants `cause you made it sore by wanking too much!" "Arthur! Please!" Although Mrs Wright looked shocked she concluded if that was the only comment the topic was going to produce she had got off very lightly! However, Simon actually giggled! "Sorry Miss!" Art blushed and then nodded towards Simon. Mrs wright looked at him and raised her eyebrows. "Come on let's get some antiseptic on those sores. Simon, this is probably going to sting as well. Be brave!" Sting it certainly did! But, for Simon it wasn't the stinging of the ointment that was the worst part it was the fact that Mrs Wright was applying it with her fingers and that the massaging effect was having a very unwarranted effect on his cock! After washing her hands she looked back down and saw Simon staring in utter disbelief at his rapidly hardening member, he looked up at her and then covered his face in his hands! Art felt the whole thing was now becoming rather surreal and trying to suppress a giggle he couldn't resist one more quip. "Don't you see, the bandage would fall off!" "Arthur.. that's enough! Back to your class I think." Mrs wright looked at him sternly. "Simon I don't think we need him now, all we have to do is get you organised for the rest of the day." "Sorry Miss." Art pulled away from Simon's hand and escaped. He checked his pocket for the legitimate excuse to visit the changing rooms and hurried off to a belated biology class. "Simon, I think what would be ideal is if you could just remain here quietly till the end of the lesson and let the ointment get to work without any movement." Feeling rather vulnerable Simon asked, "Can I uumm.. get dressed?" "Yes, I have put a lot of the ointment on in the hope it won't get rubbed off or absorbed by your pants. But I would really like you to stay still if possible. Can you go to the library for the next lesson and do some work quietly there?" "Yer, I `spose, be the last of the double gym." "Good. I'll write a note for your mother and.." "No. No!" Simon interrupted, "Dad please, write it to Dad!" "Yes, I'll write note to your father and tell him what I have done. I'm afraid that your briefs may suffer with all the ointment and will need washing." Simon nodded, he didn't like strange ladies talking about his underwear! On leaving the sick bay and sauntering along towards the biology class Art was still nursing his erection and decided to visit the toilet and have a pee. The toilet was empty, nobody to watch and no new graffiti! Standing in front of the stainless steel urinal he looked in the bottom of the trough to see if there was anything of interest floating around and squeezed his cock through the thin trouser material. Undoing the fly, the head peeped out, having been up for so long it was already a little gooey around the piss slit and had collected some of the fibres from his trousers. Teasing it out through the zip and pointing it at the back of the trough he rubbed a finger over the end and pulled the fibres off before finally licking his finger. It was nice. Squeezing what goodness he could out it he repeated it a couple of times before trying to urinate. It was always a problem for Art to pee with an erection and unable to resist he started to rub it, eventually reaching the point when he had to decide whether he was going to pee or cum. Luckily, his bladder made the decision for him and a jet of hot, pale yellow urine forcefully spurted towards the back of the urinal and drummed on the metal. Still rubbing, for some reason he then did something he had never done before and allowed his fingers to play in the stream. Now wet, he wrapped them around his cock, closed his eyes and began visualising Ian in his cum soaked briefs as he started to masturbate in earnest. "Is that wanking? Me brother wank's but he won't never tell me wot it is!" Startled out of his wits Art looked around and saw a small first year boy with curly brown hair standing inches away from him at the urinal! "Wot! Who!" Art looked shocked. "Where the fuck did you come from?" "I came in for a wee and you was here doing it," the boy grinned and reached for the zip of his shorts, "it was like you was asleep or something! "Shit!" Art hadn't ever been caught like this before! "How much you seen then?" "Well, I saw you been rubbin' it." The boy was quite evidently neither shy nor intimidated, "was you wanking then?" "Yer, I was wanking!" Art grinned. Strangely didn't feel in the slightest bit embarrassed in front of the boy. "Wot d'you know about wanking then? Wot's yer name?" "Barry. Well, I just rubs it, if that's wot you mean.. is that wanking?" "Sort of." The whole episode was now feeling rather exciting. Why should Martin have all the fun with the young boys! "Come on then, you've seen mine so let's see your's!" "Yer! But I ain't had me wee yet!" "Well get it out and let's see you wee!" It seemed that Barry had no inhibitions whatsoever as unzipped his shorts, put his hand inside the fly and after a few seconds produced his hardening cock. By way of a comparison it was circumcised and certainly as long as Simon's, but was very thin and curved towards his tummy. "Thin innit?" said Art bending down to have good look. After a few seconds Barry started to pee and then looked at Art and grinned again, "Want to feel it?" With a slightly trembling hand Art reached oner and held it between his fingers as Barry continued to pee. It was certainly hard and looked a perfect size as a starter to fit up his bum! Maybe later! "Can I?" Barry looked towards Art's rigid member. Art grinned and nodded. "So how often d'you rub it then?" Art was fascinated by his new young friend, not least since he hadn't met a boy who was this open about his body since he had met Nigel a couple of years back. It looked as though Barry was going to be the Nigel in waiting! "Every night!" replied Barry proudly. "Nothin' ever happens though!" Having obviously decided he could trust Art he looked up with innocence that only a first-year could and added. "I hears me brother doing something in the next room every night and morning," he giggled, " `cause his bed squeaks see!" "Don't we all! How old's he?" said Art, "So when you rubs it, does anything happen?" "Eighteen." replied Barry quickly, he was much more interested in learning how to wank than talking about his brother! "Nope.. nothin' happens! Will you show me how to wank proper?" Art nodded and smiled, this was a boy after his own heart! "You're a randy little bugger... come on and watch me." Barry needed no further encouragement and grinned from ear to ear. First he looked closely to see what Art was doing and then holding his own cock he copied Art's actions. "Hey!" Barry suddenly peered very closely at Art over as though to confirm something, "Thought so, you ain't got no pant's on!" "No I ain't! You don't fuckin' miss much do you?" Art laughed, "I had an accident and had to take 'em off?" Did big boys really have accidents as well? Barry's jaw dropped, "Wot.. you pissed in 'em?" "Yer, something like that!" Art, thought discretion was the better part of valour! "So, wot pants you got on?" "Me mum bought 'em when I started here at the big school." Barry looked up wide eyed. "Want to see.. they's so smart! Everybody says so!" "Oh yer, please!" How could anybody refuse an offer like that! Still masturbating and by now only seconds away from what promised to be another huge orgasm Art nodded very, very enthusiastically. He loved the naivety of the boy, possibly it reminded him of himself when he was that age. "Sure." Barry stopped rubbing and undid the clasp on his grey shorts allowing them to gracefully fall around his ankles. Pulling his white shirt up he caught sight of Art's face, his eyes were on stalks! "Oh fuck... Barry.. I'm gonna cum... oh... watch my cock and I'll... I'll just feel your... oh... oh... can I... " In blind trust Barry nodded equally enthusiastically to whatever Art wanted to do to him as he was now totally transfixed by Art's right hand now moving so quickly it was a mere blur. Art's left hand was now cupping the rear of some tight, dark blue, bikini briefs whilst Barry held onto his skinny cock which was poking out under the elastic of the right hand side leg opening. After the tremendous session with Ian during the dinner break, followed by the undressing of Simon and now having been confronted with Barry in the toilet Art was more than a little aroused. Unable to take his eyes off Barry's briefs he started to violently ejaculate and shot most of his second load of cum over the floor! With his cock still jerking around as it protruded from his fly Art found himself unable to resist sandwiching the small boy between his hands! Continuing to fondle his buttocks through the blue cotton Art's other arm reached down across his flat tummy and started to rub the slender cock between two fingers. Art grinned and grunted, "So.. so, you've never cum?" Barry just shook his head, being far too excited to answer and unable to really believe what was even happening to him or indeed what had just happened to Art! All this because he had needed to go for a wee! Running his hand over the rear of the blue briefs Art expertly probed Barry's crack through the cotton and it only seconds before his fingers were exploring the inside as well! His other hand continued to rub Barry's cock, it was so thin that it felt to Art almost as though he was rubbing one of his own fingers! With that level of stimulation whatever was going to happen wasn't going to take long. It didn't! Barry moaned and groaned in delight whilst Art plied him with everything he could think of! Then suddenly with no warning Barry went into a brief muscular spasm and abruptly buckled at the knees before sliding though Art's hands to slump onto the floor! Shocked, Art was unsure what to do, eventually common sense told him to get Barry up and splash some cold water on his face to bring him round. So, dragging him over to the row of basins with his shorts still around his ankles, Art cupped his hands and threw some water in his face! That certainly brought him round. "Wot the fucks happened?" he asked groggily and opening his eyes. "You've had a dry cum!" Art was really pleased with himself since this was the second boy who he had helped cum in the past few days! Barry didn't need to say anything, his face said it all as he grabbed Art's hand and just smiled. "Barry... don't say anything! Please!" said Art fearing another emotional moment, "Let's get you dressed." It was at that point he looked at his watch and saw there was only about ten minutes left of the lesson! Barry was still a little unsteady on his feet so Art propped him up against the basin and started to get him dressed, pulling his shorts up and even tucking in his shirt! "You'd make a good Mum!" Barry giggled. "Yer, I know!" Art grinned, "Now just fuck off before the lesson bell goes!" "Oh shit! look at the time." Barry looked at his watch. He held Art by the arm and asked, "Hey... can we.. can we do it again?" Art was rather touched, "Yer, all right.. but, don't say anything to anybody.. we gotta keep it a secret just between us. You promise?" "Yer!" Barry nodded and squeezed Art's arm again before heading towards the door where he paused, smiled and said as he ran out. "I like you!" Despite outwardly smiling Art was saying to himself "Oh no! Not again!" However, he wisely he decided that it was definitely not the time for another emotional postmortem. Realising he was experiencing a little of what Martin had been going through with Tom, he purposely turned his attention to the more immediate question of how get himself looking a little smarter. That certainly presented something of a problem since he had forgotten his cock was still hanging out of his fly which had now left a multitude a spunk dribbles over the front his trousers and blazer! Miss Olsen was rather surprised to see him appear for the last five minutes of the lesson and he explained he had been with Simon in the sick bay, to which Miss Olsen enquired to Art's complete bafflement if Simon's foot was any better! Somebody, who was not so much befuddled as bemused was Martin. Immediately on seeing Art, replete with fresh spunk glistening on his trousers plus the very obvious tumidity due to the lack of any underpants he guessed instantly that Art had been sidetracked into doing something he probably shouldn't! --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chap 37 to follow.