Date: Mon, 08 Feb 2010 17:25:55 +0000
From: Tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief encounters Chap 49

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

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Sorry for the delay in posting, but there are other aspects of life which
must take priority!

However, with luck I should now be back to regular posting, so enjoy...

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Chapter 49 -- Ian turns predaceous

A little earlier that afternoon Ian, had arrived at his aunt's house with
his parents for afternoon tea. As something of an small act of rebellion
Ian had, unbeknown to his rather fastidious mother still not washed since
his colossal orgasm that morning and was also wearing the same dirty, torn
briefs and blue shorts. Alice had hoped he would have changed into
something a little smarter, although wisely after the mornings brief
altercation she hadn't laboured the point. Luckily for Ian she hadn't been
that close to him to detect a certain aroma, something which his father had
thought he smelt in the car and was vaguely familiar, but he couldn't quite
place it.

In the other extreme, Ian's nemesis went by the name of Kevin who was also
an only child and invariably immaculately turned out. However, being an
only child was where the similarity ended, since Kevin was a trifle plump
for his eleven years and had curly dark brown hair. Today, as every day he
was smartly dressed and wearing some tan shorts with razor sharp creases
and unlike Ian's lived-in look T-shirt, an equally smart cream, short
sleeved shirt.

Having promised his father he would behave and not show too much obvious
distain for his younger cousin, Ian smiled politely through the small talk
and cake ceremony. For no other reason, other than to show off the new
three piece suite they were seated in the lounge with Ian was perched on
the edge of the sofa, a plate in one hand and a cup of tea in the
other. Looking and feeling quite uncomfortable he imagined that if even one
minuscule crumb of cake fell to the sculptured carpet the world would
probably stop. Explode, possibly. Probably.

Fidgeting, Kevin had been sitting opposite and at one point Ian thought
that he saw Kevin trying to look up the leg of his old shorts! Excited at
the thought, Ian caught his eye and didn't really get any reaction at all,
so assumed he had been mistaken.

With his interest in boys having been dramatically launched by having Art
as a mentor, Ian decided to really size Kevin up, something he had never
bothered to do before. Naturally it was what was below his podgy waist
which most interested Ian, although sadly the legs of Kevin's shorts were
too tight to offer any real glimpses of what, if any treasure was concealed
within them. However, what concerned Ian now was that since last meeting
Kevin, it seemed the boy had acquired a new and very intriguing
habit. Quite blatantly and presumably without any thought of being
observed, Kevin was now constantly playing with himself though his
pockets. Whatever was to happen that afternoon, the least Ian thought he
could achieve would be to check out the bulge situation and the line of
Kevin's underpants!

"Now, Kevin." cooed Sharon, his mother, "Why don't you show Ian the new
tree house that daddy built for you."

"Yes, mummy, I don't expect he's seen anything like it before." said Ian
proudly.

"I hope it'll take both our weight." added Ian smiling sweetly.

He wondered why he wouldn't have seen anything like it before, presumably
Kevin thought him unworthy. Who wanted a fucking tree house anyway!

"Of course it will, Daddy built it." replied Kevin missing the irony of
Ian's comment.

Leaving the adults to discuss the merits of three piece suites Kevin got up
to lead the way to the garden. Ian noted the bulge in the shorts and
following closely, his eyes glued to Kevin's ample buttocks. Briefs, no
doubt. Maybe he could get to see a little more once up in the tree house.

"Oh. How do we get up there?" asked Ian looking puzzled as they approached
the elderly apple tree and saw the base of a wooden platform about ten feet
up. "Have we gotta climb it?"

"Don't be silly, it's got a drop down rope ladder." replied Kevin rather
haughtily.

"Oh, right. I should have known." replied Ian putting his hand in his
pocket, there was something about Kevin that had now begun to excite him.

Kevin walked around to the side of the tree, Ian dutifully followed
watching from behind as Kevin had yet again put his hand deep in his
pocket, Ian smiled to himself and reached down to pinch the end of his cock
through his shorts. He knew it, he was starting to get another erection!

"So wot school d'you go to then?" asked Ian, thinking that they couldn't
continue all afternoon without saying anything and just craftily looking at
each others shorts!

"Clarkes College, now." replied Kevin, turning to look at Ian. "Why?"

"Just wondered. Why d'you say, now?"

"Because I've left prep school."

"Oh, I see, you've left junior school." Ian raised his eyebrows, "So does
it cost a lot then, this Clarkes College place?"

"More than when I was at prep school." replied Kevin looking around the
base of the trunk for the cord to release the ladder. "Daddy pays, of
course."

"Yer, I `spose he would, wouldn't he." said Ian sounding rather
bored. "What does he do? I've forgotten, mum did tell me once."

"He's an assistant bank manager."

"Oh, would he lend me some money then?" Ian grinned, "I could do with a new
bike!"

"You'd have to ask him." No change there, Kevin was just as humourless as
during Ian's last visit.

"Maybe I will." replied Ian with a straight face. "Anyway, how old are you
then if you've started at senior school?"

"Still eleven," said Kevin proudly, "And, it's college now."

"College.. you mean senior school! College? So wot's a fuckin' college
compared to a senior school then?" asked Ian grinning.

"You mustn't swear, Mummy doesn't like it!" Kevin looked shocked.

"Well she's ain't here is she!" said Ian, "Anyway I think even you're gonna
be swearing a bit once you get used to senior school. And, there'll be a
lot of other stuff you'll be doing as well I `spect."

"Clarks College is private, so it's better. It has to be doesn't it? So
that's the difference between your school and mine."

"Oh I see." replied Ian, who was not really bothered about getting into a
deep discussion on the subject. Kevin had obviously been indoctrinated into
the private system when he first started school and nothing was going to
change his opinion, it wasn't worth even trying.

"So, is it that place with the big gates and all the trees round it and
that?"

"Oh yes. Well of course, it would be, it's private." Kevin turned to face
him and glanced down to see Ian's hand in his pocket. "So where do you go?"

"Local grammar... and it's free!" Ian grinned and looked sideways at
Kevin's shorts, certainly something was happening within reach of the left
hand pocket. All he had to do was somehow raise the subject and forget
about the subject of private education.

"Found it." said Kevin holding up a thin piece of rope. "I'll get the
ladder down."

Ian smiled thinking what could Kevin have possibly found! Having to take
both hands out of his pockets to pull on the rope, Ian noted there was
certainly something bulging in his shorts. The afternoon was definitely
improving!

Ian watched as the ladder slowly unrolled itself down the tree trunk and
Kevin who had been staring at the ground suddenly turned to Ian. "What did
you mean just now about.. a lot of other stuff as well."

Ian smiled, maybe now he would get his chance. He had to think carefully so
as not to put Kevin off asking any further leading questions, he really
needed to get him hooked and started to desperately think of a
plan. Tricky.

"Well," shrugging his shoulders Ian played for both time and the pretence
of being a little elusive, "you know Kev, it's wot boys do innit?"

"No. No, I don't know what you mean." Kevin looked back at him blankly.

Ian was beginning to think that the boy must be either totally naive or
very thick! Here he was always playing with his cock yet denying all
knowledge of what he was actually doing! Or, could the other explanation be
so simple that Kevin didn't honestly believe the constant hand in the
pocket routine just wasn't being noticed. It might fool his parents, but
not the likes of Ian!

Difficult as it was, Ian had to move the subject on and coax Kevin into
saying something. Besides, what had Ian to lose particularly since his own
cock had definitely started to lurch into life again!

"Well, it's wanking innit!" suddenly answered Ian in very matter of fact
manner. He nodded in the general direction of the tan shorts leaving it up
to Kevin to make the connection.

Bullseye. Kevin went bright red and turned away. A few seconds later after
the pretence of clearing his throat he muttered to Ian if he would like to
go up the ladder first.

"Why not."

Ian smiled back, took hold of the rope and started to slowly climb up, the
rope shook and he quickly glanced below to see Kevin getting on the ladder
a few rungs below him.

Looking back down he soon understood why he had gone first, Kevin certainly
wasn't as pure as he implied. Holding on, only a couple of rungs lower than
Ian, he was thoroughly enjoying a detailed view up the legs of the blue
shorts. Guessing it might have been Kevin's plan, Ian thought perfect and I
hope he's seen all he wants too! Once we are up there I'm having his shorts
off in exchange!

"Nice isn't it. Your dad's very clever isn't he?" said Ian climbing onto
the platform. He purposely stood with his legs apart to offer the full
panoply of his shorts, the torn briefs and twitching somewhere in the
darkness of the shorts his hardening cock.

"Yes.." Kevin sounded miles away.

"So he did make all this for you then?" asked Ian innocently as he looked
and then moved around, purposely keeping his legs apart.

The tree house was very well made of timber planks, painted pale green with
the trapdoor in the corner of the floor. It even had a timber wall about
three feet high and a sort of rudimentary planked roof. In fact, it was
perfect to stop any prying adult eyes.

"Yes, clever isn't he?" replied Kevin as he slowly put his head through the
trapdoor, quite unable to stop himself staring up Ian's shorts. Were his
eyes playing tricks or was the lumpy object getting bigger.

"Well.." Ian began to crouch down to offer a hand to pull Kevin up through
the trapdoor.

Quite unintentionally as Ian spread his legs and bent his knees his growing
cock simply fell out of the torn briefs and lay provocatively inside the
leg of his shorts with the mushroom head just visible. Whilst the
instinctive reaction was to try and hide it, the truth was as Ian realised
that this was the ideal bait to trap Kevin. How Art would have been proud
of him!

With Kevin's head and shoulders poking up though the trapdoor it meant that
he was virtually on a level with the legs of Ian's shorts. Watching Kevin's
reaction, Ian made his cock twitch with very little effort by clenching his
buttocks.

The expression on Kevin's face was priceless as he gazed up the leg of the
shorts, Ian knew his cock was soon going to be fully erect and thought it
was time to move the plan on whilst Kevin was still entranced.

"Well Kev, I'll give you a hand `cause you'd better get up here as
well. After all it's your house innit?"

Giving him no chance to reply Ian grabbed hold of his arm and pulled the
smaller boy up and sat him on the floor by the wall, whilst ensuring that
he was still able to see partly up his shorts.

"Umm.."

Kevin's mouth was dry, was this a dream, how was it going to end? His hand
moved deep in his pocket, his eyes following Ian's every movement.

"Oh... oh my god!" said Ian suddenly and moving around, wiggling his hips
in a rather strange, if not provocative way.

"What is it? What's happened? " asked Kevin quickly. He looking up at Ian,
or to be more precise at his shorts.

"It's... ummm..." Ian hovered around offering tantalising glimpses up the
legs of his shorts, Kevin still followed his every move, hooked. Landed.

"Oh no! No!" cried Ian sounding uncharacteristically bashful and
shaking. "You promise you won't laugh?"

"No, no I won't." stuttered Kevin feeling just a tiny little bit nervous as
Ian's gala performance continued. And, what a performance it was, being in
the school dramatic society was certainly paying off!

"Oh that's good." Ian smiled reassuringly, he paused put a hand in his
pocket and looked down at Kevin.

"The truth is Kev, I think something has ripped inside me shorts, wot with
all the stretching and climbing up here, you see they're very old clothes
and the stitching ain't very strong."

"Oh.. yes, oh I see," Kevin sounded very relieved that Ian wasn't going to
be taken ill or anything!

He stared hopefully up at the tenting blue shorts, being trapped in tree
house with an older boy who's shorts were barely hiding such an obvious
erection was an enthralling experience in itself!

"I, I thought I heard something rip."

"I know.., but, I mean... would you.." Ian hammed it up as best he could,
"well.. uumm.. would you mind.. I don't know whether to ask.. but, Kev I
mean.. would you mind if, if I just quickly dropped me shorts to uumm.. see
what has torn."

Kevin looked at him unable to believe what he was hearing. He felt really
confused, with one half willing himself on to explore the pleasures of the
flesh whilst his other half told him to be cautious as to what could
develop.

"I mean, Kev.." added Ian as plausibly as he could whilst feeling deep in
his pocket, "we're both boys ain't we.. so be just a bit like being in a
school changing room, wouldn't it?"

Nodding and thinking of what he saw in changing rooms, Kevin wasn't so much
hooked as landed.

Without waiting for a reply, Ian smiled disarmingly and reached for the
button on the waistband of the shorts. Once undone the inevitable drawn out
ceremony of the lowering of the zip followed. Ian, having judged that Kevin
was now totally transfixed by it all, parted the front of the shorts and
allowed the grimy, yellow stained Y-fronts to show. To the sound of Kevin's
sharp intake of breath a few seconds later the shorts were hanging
perilously just above Ian's knees.

Kevin might have been speechless, but the hand working on autopilot in his
pocket spoke volumes. Ian looked casually down and even surprised himself
at seeing how sexy it all looked! The pee stained briefs with the piece of
torn cotton hanging limply between his legs, crowned by the sight of his
fifteen year old boyhood poking out from the torn leg opening.

Kevin gasped. Did boy's willie's really grow to get this big? Would his?

"Oh golly Kev!" said Ian looking down, desperately doing his best to
neither break the spell nor frighten Kevin off. "Cor, looks like I got a
stiffy doesn't it!"

Kevin gulped, his wobbly finger pointed at Ian's cock, he tried to say
something but his mouth was dry and he failed.

"Are you all right?" Ian grinned and then looked down feigning surprise,
"Oh.. blimey Kev, looks like these old pants have ripped don't it! I hope
you don't mind, but I couldn't do much about it! Still, I `spect you've
seen quite a few willie's at school haven't you?"

"No.. yes.. ummm... no!" Kevin nodded frantically, his mind was racing, but
he wasn't sure where! "But.. but.. what are you going to do? Oh no! D'you
think Mum can see!"

"No, she can't. Calm down!" Ian looked over the timber wall and
laughed. "Damn it Kev, I can't quite see.. I wonder wot's happened to me
pants? I hope they're not badly torn."

Ideally at that point, what Ian would have loved to have done was to have
ripped Kevin's clothes off and wanked all over him! However, he thought
that with any luck that might come later. What he had to do immediately was
somehow to get Kevin to make physical contact whilst he was still
nonplussed by it all. Allowing his shorts to drop around his ankles Ian
waddled closer to Kevin who was just staring, transfixed by the bulb head
of Ian's cock peeping out from behind the torn cloth.

"I can't quite see wot's happened Kev, could you have close look and tell
me wot's actually torn?"

Kevin wasn't taking a lot of notice so Ian gently nudged him on the
shoulder and repeated his request as though it were almost an everyday
occurrence. Finally Kevin looked up and saw Ian smiling, he smiled
back. The ice was finally breaking. Bending forward he peered between Ian's
legs, his hand outstretched, trembling and almost, but not quite daring to
touch anything.

"Golly, you.." he sounded rather hoarse, "you.. you must have really
stretched when you got up here!"

Ian grinned and clenched his buttocks making his cock jerk which brought a
strangled gasp from down below from where Ian could feel Kevin's hot breath
on his exposed cock head.

"Oh, Ian...uumm.. because.. oh golly.. you've torn the elastic where it
goes round your leg, so it's all hanging lose.. uumm.. oh!" He swallowed
hard.

The sentence just petered out, Ian's balls were dangling unsupported and
virtually staring him in the face. Never had he thought he would be looking
anything remotely like this. The temptation was becoming too much, he found
himself unable to look away from the torn cotton and was on the verge of
tentatively putting his hand closer when Ian spoke..

"Maybe, I should take `em off and we could have a proper look? You've seen
it all in the changing rooms anyway haven't you?."

Ian said it innocently enough, but stressed the word 'we' and rounded it
off by tensing his ass muscles to get his cock to twitch yet again.

Kevin swallowed again.

"Wot d'you think Kev, that be a good plan?"

Kevin gulped then quickly nodded.

Ian needed no further excuse. Pulling the waistband down to his knees, it
was only seconds before he kicked the shapeless garment off and by sheer
luck it fell right into Kevin' lap. Kevin very gingerly picked up the
briefs from on top of his own tenting shorts and looked up to Ian wide
eyed.

"They're warm!" he said looking at them in amazement.

"Probably!" said Ian grinning. "You have a look and tell me if we can mend
them or anything."

With Ian's unspoken encouragement, it didn't take long before Kevin seemed
to start lose his inhibitions about looking at another boys underwear. This
was definitely something that he might try again when left alone in the
changing rooms and would certainly be a step up on just spying on his
classmates as they changed.

As Ian watched him examining the briefs he wondered if it was because Kevin
had been really quite attracted to underwear in the first place in much the
same way as he had. There was an obvious parallel between his own
experiences which had been nurtured by Art and by him now encouraging
Kevin.

"Kev," said Ian, watching Kevin minutely examining the numerous pee stains,
"you ought to know they're not my pants... I usually wear something much
better! I stole these from the changing room!"

"What!" This was unthinkable. Stealing underpants, what a wonderful thing
to do!

"To tell you the truth, our washing machine has been broken so we ain't
been doing no washing. Today I found out I'd run out of clean pants!" Ian
blushed slightly.

"So.."

For the first time Kevin grinned, "You.. you, stole these? When?"

"Yer, last week, from the changing room." Ian smiled, maybe Kevin wasn't
such a precious little hooray after all! With all that playing thorough his
pockets there could well be something he had yet to admit to.

"Oh... what!"

"Y'see Kev, I was going to use 'em as a cum rag.." Ian paused rather
theatrically giving him time to think. Having got this far so he might as
well lead Kevin on as far as he could! "but, but then found I didn't have
any to wear so.. well, thought I'd wear 'em instead of nothing!"

Kevin looked a little confused, "You stole them to use as a cum rag?"

"Right." Ian grinned again.

"But what's a cum rag?"

"Well, it's for when you cum." replied Ian without really thinking,
assuming Kevin knew what he meant.

"Uumm.." Kevin was looking a little embarrassed, he put his head down and
stared at the piss stains again.

"Wot.. is it like wanking?" he said quietly.

"Oh, sorry Kev," the newly liberated Ian realised that Kevin obviously
couldn't cum yet. "But I `spose you do wank?"

"No... no.. yes.. no.. what's..." Kevin kept his head down and shook it
violently.

Ian had put his foot in it. Too late. He remembered what he was like at
that age when the vast majority of boys wouldn't admit to anything, least
of all that they didn't know anything!. In reality, the situation wasn't
that much different to when he had been so recently propositioned by Art
and Nigel.

Ian shuffled over and tapped him on the shoulder. Kevin looked up, he was
obviously still embarrassed at his lack of sexual development and
understanding.

"Kev.. I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to.. to.." Ian smiled, it was genuine,
"look, well look at me with me willy out.. I'm not embarrassed.. want to
talk about it...wot d'you want to know?"

"Would you?" Kevin looked up. "Talk... I don't know nothing."

"Of course, I'll sit here." Doing his best to avoid any splinters Ian sat
by his side with his cock sticking up into the air.

Blushing, Kevin pointed at Ian's twitching cock, a bead of precum had
formed in the piss slit.

"Are you... you, what they call.. circu... circle... circumm.. ummm.." he
looked up into Ian's smiling face.

"Circumcised, you mean?" Ian asked helpfully. "Yes, I am.. are you?"

"I don't think so!" replied Kevin, honestly even if somewhat naively.

"Let's a have look then!" Ian grinned and started to lean over. "Don't be
shy."

"But..." Kevin was getting a little flushed, "nobody's seen it
really.. only Ben at school."

"Is Ben in your class then?" asked Ian quietly.

"Yes," replied Kevin, "he's always on about showing each other our
willie's."

"And.." Ian sounded very interested.

"Well, we were alone after games for a few minutes a few of weeks back."
Kevin looked at his feet. "He pulled his shorts down and waved his willy at
me, it was hard. He said I ought to get mine out.."

"And.." Ian couldn't resist just briefly touching his cock, Kevin obviously
noticed.

"and, he said if I didn't, then he'd pull me shorts down and get it out
himself!"

"So.. wot then.."

"Well, so I pulled me shorts down," Kevin blushed, "and me willy was
already hard.. so we compared them.. they was about the same.. except.."

"Except wot?" asked Ian, "Wot?"

"His was all red at the end, because he was always rubbing it through his
pocket!"

Kevin giggled. Another first!

"Hmm.. so wot then.."

"Ben said I ought to rub mine all the time, because it felt nice. He said
he did he did it all day! and that now and again he got a sort of tingly
feeling."

"Sound's about right. No wonder it was red if he'd been rubbing it all
day!" Ian grinned. "Well, you've started wanking Kev, have you had the
feeling yet?"

"No." he shook his head. "What am I wanking then?"

"I reckon!" said Ian, "So, that's why you've always got yer hand in yer
pocket playing with yer cock, you do it all day from wot I can see and I've
only been here an hour!"

"Oh no! What.. you've noticed?" Kevin went white and looked absolutely
panic stricken.

"It's fuckin' obvious mate!" Ian couldn't help swearing and then giggled,
"You're doing it all the time, Kev!"

Ian spoke not with fork tongue, although it might have been better if he
had since Kevin now realised everybody had been seeing him doing it though
his pockets!

"So... d'you think me Mum's noticed?" by now he was looking even more
worried than before.

"She might not have, `cause it would be yer dad who'd notice wouldn't it?"
Ian giggled again, "I mean he was boy once wasn't he? Bet he wanked!"

Kevin's jaw dropped, he had never thought that his father would have gone
through the same experience. "Oh.. ummm... what?"

Silence. Swallowing hard yet again Kevin looked at Ian and asked. "What
d'you mean about me Dad, how would he know?"

"Well, we have to assume he was a boy once and wot do boys do?" Ian grinned
and continued in a very logical fashion. "Our dad's would have wanked just
like wot we do! So we have to assume that if he's done that then he'll know
the signs won't he?"

After that bout of lateral thinking Kevin's eyes were wide open, he was
thinking about his father rubbing his willy. No, he couldn't believe
it. But then again since he had been playing with himself through his
pocket he had noticed his father occasionally doing the same thing!

"Just watch out he don't go looking in yer pants for cum stains!" With that
Ian started laughing. "D'you know wot, my Mum damn near caught me wanking
in bed this morning!"

"What's cum stains Ian?" Things were moving too quickly and Kevin was
having trouble keeping up, "Your mum what?"

Ian's time was running out fast. Besides he was going to cum over the pair
of them if he didn't get on with it.

"You rub my willy and I'll show you wot cum stains are!"

Before Kevin could answer Ian had reached over and put a hand on top of the
bulge in Kevin's shorts.

"Come on I'll undo yer shorts."

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Chapter 50 to follow