Date: Sun, 11 Jul 2010 16:46:13 +0100 From: Tom Subject: Brief Encounters Chap 54 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 *************************************************************************************************** Hello boys (girls?) As promised and naturally a little later than promised another epic chapter, I hope you think it will haves been worth waiting for :=) I should add that it seems sensible to give up promising the regular postings - that said though, it should certainly every 2-3 weeks. The reason being that I have become much busier of late and what with the various summer holiday commitments writing this has to take it's turn! Comments as ever welcome. *************************************************************************************************************** Chapter 54 – Overcome with excitement Nigel groaned. Ian flinched. "Fuckin' hell! Now you've done it!" Ian's voice was somewhat muffled coming from between Art's spotty buttocks. "Oh wot?" Art sounded very disappointed that his first experience of rimming appeared to have been curtailed. "Art, we gotta stop." said Ian frantically pushing a hand between his legs to divert rivulets of cum from sliding down his legs and into his shoes. "Oh shit... I couldn't.. stop.. oh fuck!" Nigel never finished the sentence, his back was still arching in concert with each forceful stroke of his cock. The old briefs that Ian was wearing were now so laden with the weight of Nigel's volcanic discharge that they were in grave danger of defying gravity. At first Art looked round, then realising that Ian had let go of him he slowly started to get down from the box and then caught sight of Nigel drawing his pulsating cock from the tear in Ian's briefs. Cum was dripping everywhere, he didn't need to guess what had happened. "Well that's really fucked it!" said Art turning away so Ian couldn't see the smile on his face. "Wot?" Ian was understandably more preoccupied with his appearance and was looking down in horror at the strings of hot cum hanging from the grubby briefs. Confirmation, if it were needed that Nigel had indeed had one his monster orgasms. "Fuckin' hell Nige, I need a fuckin' bath now, look at me? I can't go fuckin' home like this. Me mum will fuckin' kill me!" "Wot's he done then?" asked Art innocently. He turned to Ian and tried his utmost not to laugh. "You haven't let him cum in yer pants have you? I told you." "I `spose." said Ian seriously. Unable to face Ian, Nigel had already turned away but having seen Art's expression he couldn't contain himself and started to splutter with laughter. "Wot is it? Wot's he laughing at Art?" demanded Ian. "Wot's so fuckin' funny? Told me wot?" "Uumm..." Art was on the verge of laughing, then controlling himself he stopped, something had occurred to him. "Ian, I got an idea." "Oh no! Not another one of your bright fuckin' ideas!" said Nigel grinning. "Look where this one's fuckin' got us?" "Well it's got me covered in your fuckin' cum!" replied Ian. "It's going all over me fuckin' T-shirt now!" Before Art could reply, Ian who was obviously somewhat annoyed started to stomp over towards Nigel intent on showing him what a mess he had made of his clothes. He never made it, the briefs heavy with semen gave up the unequal struggle against gravity and slid to his feet leaving Ian standing there with his erection pointing like an accusing finger at Nigel! "No! Oh fuck!" Art stifled another laugh as Ian looked down in disbelief to see that everything below his waist was coated in a thick, pungent layer of Nigel's fresh cum. For a moment it looked as though he was going to cry. "Hey! Ian." catching his eye Art smiled as only he could. "He's done that to me as well!" "Wot? You mean it? As much as this, it's fuckin' everywhere." said Ian in sceptically. "Honest?" Art nodded, "Yer, I reckon if we smeared a pot of that yummy Devon cream stuff over you, you'd look just the same!" "Didn't meant to do it, it just sorta happens." said Nigel rather guiltily. "But, if it was cream, we could lick it off! added Art helpfully putting out his tongue. "Well you can lick this lot off if you want!" Ian finally grinned. "Nige, I know you can't help it, but it's the mess innit. Feels like me fuckin' legs are gonna stick together!" "Well me idea was to swop pants with you." said Art instantly pulling his down and holding them out to Ian. "There, now you get your's off." "But... why d'you wanna swop `em?" asked Ian. Concerned what his mother would say if he appeared home smelling and looking like a well used cumrag he was only too keen to accept Art's offer. Carefully stepping out of them and gingerly holding the waistband between his fingertips he handed them over Art. He was pleased at the offer, but very intrigued to know exactly what Art's ulterior motive was, there just had to be one. Ian was certainly learning! "So why d'you wanna swop?" Ian reiterated the question as he pulled them up, the front was pleasingly moderately damp from Art's precum. "Because.." Art appeared to blush for a moment, "because I loves cummy pants and your's have got an hole in the back ready." "Wot? Wot's mean... ready?" Ian was puzzled. "Uumm.." Art looked across at Nigel for moral support who just shrugged his shoulders, scratched his bum and grinned. "Wot?" repeated Ian waiting for a reply. Art realised there was no point in being coy at a defining moment like this. Holding his exposed cock with hand and taking his courage in the other he looked at Ian and gave him his winning smile. "Ian see, I wants you to fuck my ass through the hole in them pants!" Then after a pause added. "Please.. I been dreaming about you doing it when we're all wearing pants!" "Wot?" said Ian slowly. "Me... wot?" "Don't you know any other fuckin' words than fuckin' wot, Ian!" asked Nigel. "He want's yer cock up his ass, he won't let me do it `case he says mine's too big and I'd hurt his bum!" "But I might let him try after you. So will you?" asked Art flashing his smile at Ian yet again. "See if you'd fuck me, I could fuck Nige at the same time.. and.. I'd be in the middle.. see?" Ian didn't need to say anything, he was already putting his hand down the front of his new briefs and rubbing his erection. "Have you really been thinking about me doing this with you then? Really like?" Ian was totally flattered that Art had asked him to carry out such an intimate task. Never in his wildest dreams had he thought that anybody would ask him to do anything remotely like it and that his sex life was doomed to nocturnal wanking for years to come. "Honest." Art nodded. "I had me fingers up me bum last night imagining it was you!" "You did?" Ian's jaw dropped. "Honest... I mean... you.." "Honest. I just fuckin' said it didn't I?" Art grinned. "Art say's you got a nice willie!" added Nigel grinning. "I reckon you have as well. So, if you've got anything left after doing Art you can put it up me as well!" "I uumm... nobody's ever said nothing like.. uumm.." red in the face Ian was plainly embarrassed. This was the nearest he had ever got to any form of a remotely emotional meaningful sexual exchange. "You'll do it then?" asked Art smiling. "Maybe then, well depends don't it if it hurts and that, but I might just let poor old Nige wave his knob at me hole." "Yer, but look.. I ain't no queer or nothing." stuttered Ian. "I just wanna know wot it's like." "No, `course none of us is queer, we know that, " said Nigel, "we just likes to sorta find out about sex and that, don't we Art?" Art nodded, he was still having difficulty in pulling the cum soaked briefs up since they kept sticking to his legs. "So... wot do I do now?" asked Ian expectantly, if not rather naively. "Obvious innit? First you'd better get yer nice willie out the front of yer pants!" Nigel laughed. "Then, when and if Art's ever gets his fuckin' back pants on, you line up the rip in the back with his bumhole and just push yer cock right up it!" "Better still, you watch me put mine up Nige again, then you can get up me!" said Art excitedly, having finally managed to dress himself and get his rampant erection out of the fly. "You've done it before with Nige?" asked Ian sounding rather shocked. "Yer, only the other day! We had a bit of practice, yes!" Art winked. "Fuckin' hurry up Nige, get round here and lean over this box thing." Nigel moved over and dutifully bent over the box, supporting himself on his outstretched arms. Ian saw that Nigel already had another erection, the stained material of his briefs looked very stretched and was put under even more tension when Art grabbed them by the rear and copying Nigel's earlier action forced his thumbs though it. "Bleeding hell Art, go easy I only got one ass!" said Nigel. "Wot you gonna use to make it slippy?" "Hold on Nige." said Art as he continued to rip the rear panel to expose most of Nigel's crack, "all right Ian, now you can watch." Ian swallowed hard and feeling his own erection twitch thought for a moment it was possible he might cum on the spot! "Ah Nige, now then. " Art grinned, "I just thought of that, wot about some of yer cum from these pants!" "Fuck me!" exclaimed Nigel excitedly. "Brilliant!" "Exactly!" Art was equally excited. "But you gotta do the fingering `cause we want to watch and it'll put us in the mood." Ian didn't need putting the mood, he was already there with his hand clamped tightly around his cock. "Ian, fuckin' leave it alone or you'll fuckin' cum in yer pants before you get up me!" said Art knocking Ian's hand away. "Now, just fuckin' watch!" Art had moved to stand by next to Nigel who quickly reached out and started exploring the outline of Art's briefs. Eventually he managed to get his hand inside through the wet fly and soon had Art squirming with delight as he gave him a few quick strokes in the confines of the slimy briefs. Removing his hand it glistened with semen, he showed it to Ian before ushering Art to return and stand directly behind him. Ian couldn't believe it. Nigel's hand was absolutely coated in cum and he concluded that Nigel's one load must have contained more than he could produce in a month! "Now do yer own ass!" said Art grinning and looking towards Ian who was just staring at Nigel's white buttocks framed by the dirty torn cotton. Unseen, Nigel smiled to himself as he drew a finger up and down his crack before making rather a show of massaging the cum around his bumhole and firmly pushing a finger right it in. Art and Ian watched in slippery silence as a few seconds later it was two energetic slippery fingers going in and out, then three all accompanied by some squelchy, slurping noises and sounds of heavy breathing. "Art.." Nigel sounded rather hoarse, "I gonna cum in me pants, you gotta... oh fuck... you gotta do it... now!" As Art turned to look at Nigel's rear he called out to Ian, "Right.. Ian when I'm in him I'm gonna do my bum with his cum.. then it's your turn to get up me!" Ian couldn't believe what he had got himself into, it was like a colossal wet dream, he almost expected to wake at any moment to find his pyjamas wet with spunk! It wasn't! Holding his breath Ian watched as Art slowly took deliberate aim with his cock and pressed forward make contact with the slippery entrance to Nigel's inviting hole. Art's own precum was slowly sliding down the length of his cock and added to the slimy mess created by Nigel's three finger initiation, it was no wonder his sphincter was relaxed and it offered no resistance to Art's throbbing member. For the second time in twenty four hours Nigel felt a delicious warm feeling as Art's boyhood filled his passage. He knew Art was fully in when he sensed the cold cum sodden briefs making contact with his buttocks. Despite not touching himself, Ian was so excited he knew he was in imminent danger of cumming, his cock was painfully hard and had a blob of precum oozing out the end. He watched fascinated as Art pushed himself slowly into Nigel who groaned in pleasure and seemed happy to support Art's full weight as well as his own. Art put an arm around his waist and pulled them closely together where unseen by Ian he furtively kissed Nigel on the back of the sweaty neck. Art's other hand moved backwards to slip inside his own briefs where it appeared seconds later coated in yet more of Nigel's cum. Instinctively moving closer for a better view Ian caught sight of the Art's hand re-entering through the torn seat panel to begin expertly finger fucking his own bumhole whilst still remaining in Nigel's willing ass. Apart from being convinced he was going to cum before he even entered Art's bum, Ian was still extremely nervous of making his debut in the world of schoolboy sodomy. Nevertheless he desperately wanted to go through with it, having masturbated and fantasised about such a moment almost from the day he had met Art. All to soon the same squelchy, slurpy sounds that had signalled Nigel's bum was ready for invasion were emanating from Art's well massaged sphincter. "Now! Now! Push it in.. now... fuck me hard!" grunted Art, his voice muffled by Nigel's body. Having never been so intimate with another boy before Ian was still trying to come to terms with this very scary, yet compelling experience. Trying to put the lingering doubts about being labelling queer behind him he decided to live for the moment. Taking a deep breath, he swallowed hard and with slightly trembling legs moved closer, his gaze fixed upon the string of cum hanging from Art's fingers. Without giving himself time to think he did as he was asked and forcefully plunged his iron cock into the waiting hole only to be surprised by the lack of resistance. With little pressure he slipped up the warm passage and soon had his bollocks pressed firmly against Art's trembling buttocks, separated only by their mucilaginous underpants. "I can feel it... oh fuck! Fuck me! Fuck me! Hard...harder... fuck me... fuck me!" cried Art who carried by the momentum from Ian's thrust rammed himself as deep into Nigel as he physically could. Initially Ian didn't think it felt as though his cock was experiencing anything very different to fucking a huge handful of his fathers shaving cream! Of course, what he hadn't fully appreciated was the considerable amount of home brewed lubricant and sphincter relaxation which Art had provided as much for his own benefit as Ian's enjoyment! But there was something different, very different. Unlike gripping his cock with a handful of shaving cream, Art's bum seemed reluctant to let him slip in and out, if anything it seemed to pull him in. The other aspect so drastically different was that Ian was virtually embracing a boy to whom he was attracted and who had been positively radiating testosterone all afternoon. That boy was about to receive as much cum up his bum as Ian could produce and in turn that boy would be unloading his own seed into the bowels of a third boy who was also attracted to Ian. It was all going too quickly for Ian, the only thing he knew for sure was that his cock which had been very firmly erect for most of the afternoon had become quite painful and was in desperate need of release. Nigel was unable to control himself. Spurred on by the knowledge that Art's cummy briefs were sticking to his bare buttocks by virtue of his own cum he had ejaculated inside his underpants only seconds after Art had so forcefully entered him. It was now Art's turn to cum and pulling Nigel to him as tightly as he could he shuddered as he delivered a huge load of hot sperm up Nigel's welcoming ass. Ian having managed to get himself into some sort of rhythm was pumping Art for all he was worth, who having just cum inside Nigel was now groaning in ecstasy. Ian guessing that Art had just cum knew he couldn't possibly hold on any longer so grunting in an animalistic manner he forced himself into Art. Tightly sandwiched between the cummy underpants of Ian and Nigel it seemed to Art that his dream had finally come true in every sense of the word. Eyes closed, visibly shaking and clawing at Art's waist Ian climaxed to produce a discharge the like of which he had never experienced before. With the added weight and pressure from Ian it was physically too much for Nigel, his arms buckled under the weight and they all collapsed in a heap on the dirty floor. Nigel was the first to come round, feeling rather dazed he looked around to see that he had actually slipped out from underneath Art when they fell. It looked as though Ian was still on top of Art, they both appeared to be breathing very heavily and out for the count! Taking stock of the situation it occurred to Nigel that he was sat in something wet, slowly managing to get to his feet he looked down almost afraid what he might see. Other than the overpowering smell of cum, he saw his underpants had been so badly ripped by Art that they were barely hanging round his waist. The front was positively drenched in cum from his own orgasm although what was running down his legs was actually Art's cum, seeping out from his relaxed sphincter. However, there was one very practical problem. In general the sheer quantity of cum that had been collectively generated wasn't simply going to go away and it was now obvious where it had ended up, plastered over the boys mixed with dirt and dust from the floor. Seeing that Nigel had to smile when he noticed Art was lying face down in the dust still wearing Ian's infamous cummy briefs with the equally grubby looking Ian still balanced precariously on his back. "Psstttt..." from the corner of his eye Art had been watching Nigel's feet moving about. "Art? That you?" "Course it fuckin' is!" Nigel bent down directly in front of Art's face and almost laughed out loud when his half erect cock flopped out of the remains of his briefs and nearly poked Art in the eye! "Oh fucking hell!" said Art under his breath. "Put it away! Is Ian.. is he all right. He ain't fuckin' moving. Has he hurt himself or something?" Nigel got to his feet and made a quick inspection, Ian was certainly breathing and appeared to be just lying comatose on top of Art. For Nigel the more interesting thing was that Ian's rather inviting white bum was exposed, meaning Nigel was unable to resist squeezing his own rapidly thickening member! "Art, I think he's overcome!" said Nigel before dissolving into a fit giggles. "Oh fuckin' shut up." said Art trying to contain himself so as not to disturb Ian. Nigel bent back down, his cocky jumping into life right before Art's face. "He's all right. I reckon he's just totally fucked!" "Don't put that bloody thing any closer or I'll bite it!" replied Art now starting to giggle as well. "Would you?" asked Nigel hopefully. "Or maybe you could just fuckin' suck it!" "No! I can't, I'm totally fucked!" said Art grinning into the dirt. "But, I don't mind staying here `cause it feels like he's still got his cock up my ass!" "You lucky sod! Am I gonna be able to...you know.." "He's a bit soft though!" Art giggled again. "Wot you as well? After him?" "Yes. You know I want to." "So do I." Art swallowed, he really did and thought it was the ultimate sign of friendship. "We could try a bit, but it's so fuckin' big when it's hard!" "Hey, wot about.." Nigel paused and looked down, his cock was almost erect again, a blob of cum trapped in his foreskin slid in view. "Could you make him hard? You know by like uumm.. squeezing yer ass and that?" "Fuckin' hell Nige, don't you think of nothing else?" Art sounded innocent enough, but knew his own cock had already started to stiffen up at the thought of more fun. "No. Not a lot!" Nigel giggled. "You fuckin' don't either though, do you?" "You'll fuckin' see!" Art ground his cock into the dirty floor, he looked up and grinned, "So `spose you get down on yer fuckin' knees so I can lick yer end while I squeeze him back to fuckin' life!" Constant bedtime practice with the skipping rope handle had all but perfected Art's sphincter muscle routine as less than a minute later Ian's modest cock was showing signs of life and slowly expanding to fill Art's cavity. All the while Art's tongue was cleaning out Nigel's very sticky foreskin and spitting out traces of dirt collected from the floor. "Art?" "Wot?" replied Art after spitting out another disgusting bit of cummy dirt. "I'd love to fuck him! He's so cute!" "For fucks sake Nige, you can't you'd fucking split him! Anyway you promised and... you be lucky with me, well if it goes a bit soft that is!" "I know...oh fuck.. well, d'you reckon, he'd know if I reached up put me finger up his bum?" "Well I wouldn't mind, would you?" "Fuckin' hell no! Anyway his cocks rock hard, I can feel it in me bum!" "Reckon you can reach it from here, I mean while I'm still licking?" "Yer, just. Gotta wet me finger first." "Well just rub it inside yer pants they're dripping with fuckin' cum I can see that from here." Art continued licking as Nigel pushed his hand through the fly and soon had enough cum scooped up to lubricate all three of their bums. With a bit of a stretch he held his fingers above Ian's backside and as gently as he could he let his finger slip in between Ian's buttocks.. "Hey! Wot you fuckin' doing? He moved then." whispered Art. "Hey, his cock moved... fuckin' hell it feels good!" "It's all right I just touched his ass!" said Nigel reassuringly. "I'm gonna rub his hole a bit before I push it in." Art wasn't able to reply since he had now taken Nigel's entire cockhead in his mouth. His mind was set on other things, concentrating more on rhythmically tensing and releasing his bum muscles than what was being said. Whilst fully enjoying Art's oral ministrations Nigel had started actively massaging the cum around the puckered entrance of Ian's hole and could feel the muscle relaxing beneath his touch. Hoping with Art's help that he could well be able to cum for a third time Nigel thought it was time to make his grand entrance, so gently pushing as he rubbed he was delighted to feel his finger slowing slipping inside. "Art.. I'm in..." he whispered excitedly. "Mmmhh..." Art released the bulbous, purple head from his mouth. Licking the saliva mixed with the fresh precum it was a sure sign that Nigel was going to cum for a third time. "Nige.. this is too fuckin' horny, I'm gonna have to cum again soon. Are you?" "Fuckin' right I am! But would you.." Nigel's voice tailed off, he had found and pressed on Ian's prostate which immediately had the reaction of involuntarily forcing him further into Art. "Fuck!" breathed Art, as he in turn forced his cock into the floor, "I'm... oh fuck... I'm cumming!" "So.. so am I..." said Ian! For the second time that afternoon he began to shoot his load into Art's eager hole. "You.. you fuckin' crafty bastard!" cried Nigel in amazement having realised Ian had been faking! "And, fuckin' cum you will!" With that Nigel ruthlessly poked and prodded Ian's squishy prostate until he succeeded in sending Ian into yet another round of back arching spasms which served in getting Art firmly nailed to the floor by Ian's rigid cock. That finally drained Art's reserves of energy leaving him incapable of anything, let alone sucking. Winded under the still pulsating Ian, he lay there in pool of his own cum absorbing the dirt from the floor. "Nige.. we're gonna.. gonna have to try it another day." Gasping those few words Art slumped to the floor with Ian still inserted as before! Seeing his two friends both cum again and were now were totally exhausted there was only one option for Nigel who was by now absolutely desperate to cum again. Reaching down he grabbed blindly for his slippery cock and started wanking for all he was worth. Unfortunately in the heat of the moment he completely forgot that Art's face was directly in front of him as he dispensed a further plentiful load of hot semen in all directions. ============================================================================== Chapter 55 to follow... it's almost written but I have to keep a chapter in hand!