Date: Fri, 10 Sep 2010 08:14:47 +0100 From: Tom Subject: Brief Encounters Chap 58 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 *************************************************************************************************** Chapter 58 – Archimedes "Hey." whispered Alex out the side of his mouth. He nudged Tom's right arm, "Did you hear about Jimmy in the bog at break, Dave said he was unzipping his trousers and flashing those nice white pants he stole off that first year kid Barry!" "No, I ain't seen Dave, but I'm not surprised at Jimmy." Tom turned and nodded at the bulge in Alex's shorts, "You still thinking about the weekend then?" "Course, ain't you?" Alex looked over at Tom's shorts. "Looks like you got one as well!" "Might have." he winked. "Cor, wot a weekend, wasn't it? Me mum said I looked awful after tea and she didn't know wot I'd been doing to look like that! Then she made me have an early night `cause it was school today." "And.." "Well me dad looked at me a bit funny like." "So?" "Dunno, nothing." Tom grinned and excitedly asked, "So wot d'you fucking think about yesterday? I woke up about midnight and found I'd cum in me pyjamas, dreaming about having me willie up yer bum!" "Me. Honest?" Alex was really flattered. "Well, I did put a finger up it at bed and I thought of you." "Really?" Tom smiled. "Only one finger?" "Yer, ones enough!" Alex smiled and then blushed. "You silly sod!" Tom reached under the desk and took Alex's hand, he placed it on the lump in his grey shorts. "D'you know it was lucky I did it in me pyjamas and didn't get it on the clean sheets, `cause I thinks me mum is sort of checking me clothes and that?" "For wot?" "Wank stains!" whispered Tom looking shiftily around. "I just got a feeling she's been looking out for 'em?" "Oh I dunno, why she been doing that then?" replied Alex making a face, "Oh shit, now you got me worried. Mum got me some new pale blue pyjamas and they wouldn't half show any stains!" "They'll match yer spunky blue Y-fronts then!" Tom stifled a laugh. "Wot you'll have to do is to wear special bedtime wanky pants under yer jamma trousers in case you do it in the night." "Wot makes you think me Y-fronts is spunky anyway?" Alex giggled. "Anyway I've already done the bedtime wanky pants bit! I wore me pants under me jimjams and all I got was sticky wanky pants and a hard on all night! So, you slept in yours?" "Yeah, wot is about wearing pants in bed, I found an old pair and turned `em into proper sticky wanky pants, they lives under me bed!" Tom winked. "Anyway, have you been thinking about this weekend in the shed? D'you reckon it'll be as good as yesterday?" "Gonna be better, innit?" Alex looked around then pressed again on the lump. "I mean we're all gonna be in that small shed ain't we, it's gonna be a right laugh." "I was wondering," said Tom, "if we should invite that Barry and Brian's little brother. I mean, cor they was a right pair of little buggers weren't they?" "Yer, why not, give Jimmy something to play with!" said Alex. "And Mart?" "Course, if he wants." Tom smiled. "Why don't you ask him for me." "OK." Alex was starting to feel for the zip on Tom's shorts. "But right now... can I..." "Yer, quietly though. Bloody hell, I could do with a wank after all this talk!" Tom turned and grinned. "I'm hard, but you can do this to me again at the weekend . So wot d'you reckon we ought to do in the shed?" "Lots of this!" Alex, totally engrossed had already slipped his hand through the open zip and was tracing the outline of Tom's briefs inside the shorts. "Told you I wanted a wank and I'll bet.." Tom breathed slowly and deeply. "bet you can't do it to me now!" "Thomas." "Wot?" Alex was surprised at that request. "Right now, in yer pants?" "Dare you! We ain't never cum in class before have we?" Alex shook his head and grinned wickedly. What a fantastic idea! "First time for everything," Tom turned and purposely looked into Alex's eyes, "go on then, do it for me." "Right." Alex swallowed hard as Tom slid down a little under the desk to make access easier. "But wot about the mess in yer pants?" "Well we ain't got games or nothing today, so who's gonna know?" "Yer all hot and sticky already," said Alex excitedly feeling through the fly, "yer pants is sorta damp!" "I just had a piss, it always drips a bit!" "I get that as well. I `spose that's why we wears pants then?" said Alex thoughtfully. "Or, to stop skidmarks on yer trousers!" said Tom grinning. "Anyway me knobs been up and down all morning, I keep on thinking about us doing it again. When's the next time?" "Us? Wot, me up you?" Alex's face lit up as his fingers curled tightly around Tom's erection through his damp briefs. "Well, me mum said she's gonna be later back from work tomorrow afternoon, you could come home with me then. We can see the front path from me bedroom so we could hear if she came back." "Please. I want you up me as well." Tom was getting more and aroused as the seconds ticked by. Grasping Alex's hand through the shorts he tried to rub it up an down. "Alex, go on.. you can do it, rub me cock.. squeeze it, rub it... I just wanna cum!" By now Alex was as excited as Tom. Since neither had heard of anybody actually cumming in their underpants in class before this was promising to be a very exciting first. Had they talked to Art they would have known it was wasn't that unusual! With Tom pressing on the outside of his shorts and Alex's hand inside through the fly, the act of masturbation became quite animated although as a consequence Tom's briefs were beginning to get rather stretched. "I'mm.. cumming... I'mm.." hissed Tom his body straining on the chair. "For fucks sake then do it quietly!" whispered Alex as firmly as he could. Despite them both being so carried away and unable to stop, Alex was nevertheless beginning to have a dreadful premonition that it was going to end in tears. "Mmmmhh... oohh it's so hard it's never gonna go down.. oohhhh!" muttered Tom under his breath twisting about on the polished wooden seat as his cock began to jerk prior to shooting into his underpants. Alex could feel Tom's cock pulse as the hot semen was forced out and though the thin cotton of his briefs to collect virtually in the palm of his hand. The feeling of the hot liquid collecting his hand straight from Tom's body seemed like an incredible bonding moment. Carefully clenching his fingers and withdrawing his hand he closed his eyes he raised it to his nose, sniffed and then slowly began to lick it clean. "Thomas are you still with us? I know there isn't much time left in this lesson, but it would be nice if you were to rejoin us till the end." Thomas? Thomas? Who used that name? As though he had had an electric shock, Tom sat bolt upright and realised that it was him that was being summoned. All eyes in the class were already focused on him. Wide eyed and blinking he looked as though he had almost seen a ghost! Their intimate little world had been shattered by the powerful voice of Mr Turner the physics teacher. Aged about thirty, well over six foot and certainly not without a sense of humour he was well liked by his students both old and young alike. "Ah, Thomas. So, we do have your attention then." "Me, sir.." croaked Tom in panic. "Yes. You sir. Speak up." By now breaking having broken out in a cold sweat and convinced his heart had missed a few beats Tom simply sat there seemingly unable to move and say even less. "I expect you remember that as a physics class we have been learning about that great man Archimedes and that we will doing some practical work to prove some of his theories next week." Mr Turner moved to one side of his desk and smiled very disarmingly across the room. "However young Thomas, since you don't appear to have been with us of late, we are all assuming that you have obviously have been discussing some of Archimedes' other wonderful achievements. And, I expect in a far greater magnitude than we could ever hope. No doubt, with your fellow physicist, young Alex there." He paused and smiled again. Tom's churning stomach failed to catch up. The class were absolutely silent most looking at Tom and Alex, with some still trying to unravel what he had just said! From previous experience the class knew that usually with Mr Turner there was some form of punchline to his remonstrations, usually humourous and guaranteed to teach the miscreant a lesson he wouldn't forget. ".. and that you presumably know all there is to know about the said Archimedes. So you no longer need the benefit of our added knowledge. Would you agree with that statement Thomas?" With sweat breaking out on his forehead Tom looked around the class like goldfish in bowl, totally unable to comprehend the content of what Mr Turner had said, let alone his sense the humour. "Wot, wot? I... wot was that sir? I.. I didn't.. I... " he mumbled. "No, I didn't think you did either!" Mr Turner smiled yet again. Tom looked lost. He was lost! His mouth was dry, unable to speak. Alex cringed behind the desk frantically trying to wipe the remaining sticky morsels of cum from the palm of his hand onto the underside of the chair. "Ergo," said Mr Turner, "I think probably the best thing is if you come up here to front and explain to the class what precise facet of Archimedes work you were discussing. So, come along." "But.. but.. wot we was wot... discussing.. but.. I can't.. I... wot!" "Of course you can, that's what your little legs are for!" At the back of the room Simon had started to giggle, having already guessed what might have been happening, although never envisaging Tom ejaculating in class. Mr Turner looked across. "Simon, you'll be up here as well in minute as well unless you stop that.. it's Tom's turn first, so if you want to go second now is your chance." Silence. "Thomas, now! As a teacher I stand in front the class all day, there's no need to be shy. You'll soon get used to it, so up you get and come here." With much scraping of the chair on the floor Tom slowly got himself to his feet and with distinctly rubbery knees steadied himself on the desk. Alex allowed himself to quickly glance to his left side and was horrified to see that in profile Tom still had his erection, the grey shorts were ominously tenting. Alex gulped when he saw that the fly was still wide open with the white briefs easily visible. To make it worse, being so close he could easily see the white ribbed cotton and what looked like a large wet spot! The question was, should he tell Tom? On balance he decided against it as with Tom now standing he would probably only panic, grab at his fly and make matters considerably worse. In the aftermath of the previous days strenuous sexual adventures, Tom's emotional and physical energy levels were far below normal. Beginning to feel drained he made what seemed like a superhuman effort to make his way between the rows of desks to the front of the class. It was blatantly obvious to all those who saw his shorts as he passed slowly by the desks that he had a major erection. Luckily for those that were sat to his right they had the added bonus of being able to look inside his open fly to admire the growing wet patch on the thin cotton of his Y-fronts! At first it was just the odd giggle was heard, that was soon followed by some gasps and sounds of whispering. Naturally soon all the class were straining to see what the fuss was about and Tom, who despite knowing there must be something desperately wrong with his appearance just looked straight ahead without daring to look down. Mr Turner was standing to the far side of his desk and was unable to see much of Tom below chest level, not particularly puzzled at the disturbance he didn't take much notice other than to look around and tell the class to calm down. Just as he did so, Tom finally arrived at blackboard and stood on the other side of the desk so that Mr Turner was still oblivious to Tom's erection and gaping fly. "Calm down. Boys, I said calm down." Eventually the boys settled down, albeit for those with an interest in such matters as erections and underpants they were now invariably sporting erections of their own. Mr Turner looked at the class and then back over to Tom, who was staring, looking totally befuddled at the back wall. Whatever they were all laughing at he didn't know and didn't want to know. "Thomas, here for you," Mr Turner rolled a piece of chalk across the desk, "you might need that to aid your explanation." "Sir..." said Tom weakly. "but.. wot explanation?" Mr Turner smiled. "The subject that you were talking about with Alex, surely you remember?" The noise in the class was rising again. Some the boys were sniggering and most were whispering again and they all knew why. "But.. I don't.. I... I can't... can't.." "D'you know, I really didn't think you could." Tom swallowed. Mr Turner faced the class. "Now boys, I said quiet and I mean quiet. As you may realise this is a practical lesson for all of you, not just for Thomas. By that I mean that talking or messing about in my class is not acceptable as Thomas here now knows for future lessons, as I hope will you all." As the words sank in the noise level rapidly subsided. "That's better." Mr Turner looked over at Tom and continued. "It seems that Thomas has obviously already forgotten what he was discussing with Alex, however I think he could at least tell us about last weeks lesson." "I can?" said Tom lamely. His mind a complete blank as to the content of previous weeks physics lesson which in itself most of the boys had related to and found very funny. "Yes, easily. You just have to tell the class what it was that Archimedes.." he paused and with perfect timing continued, "was doing in his bath.." At the front with a perfect view through Tom's open fly, Harry now had his hand deep in his shorts pocket and was clutching something hard through his white briefs. With testosterone heavy in the air and carried along by the proceedings he was quite unable to stop himself calling out. "Archy was doing wot Tom just done!" After a moments shocked silence the entire class erupted into laughter. Tom finally looked down. His erection was still as firm as before, the shorts tenting and his fly wide open displaying his white underpants. In desperation he pulled at the zip but it was stuck fast. Events were catching up with him, feeling unsteady on his feet he sat heavily onto the chair behind the desk. The result was as to be expected, absolute mayhem. Since every boy was adept as doing something in his bath, the pointing, name calling and lewd suggestions rapidly escalated to a crescendo. It was only when Mr Turner moved closer to see for himself what all the fuss was about that he saw Tom was looking dreadful and seemingly close to tears. Surprised at seeing the shorts gaping open, that coupled with the hysterical reaction of the class it suddenly all made sense. Feeling very annoyed with himself that he had unknowingly allowed the boy to be humiliated by the class he beckoned to Alex to come and take Tom back to his seat. It didn't take him long to restore class discipline and then set the class their homework before the lesson bell rang heralding the dinner break. Quickly dismissing the class he turned his attention to Tom and Alex who were still sitting at their desks. "Well, you're are a bright pair aren't you?" Very nervous, sweaty, with their facial expressions varying between fear and embarrassment it was all they could do to stop bursting into tears. Scuffing his feet on the floor Tom stared at the desk petrified of what was likely to happen next. "Uumm.. we... but.. I.." croaked Alex, it was as far as he got. "There are no buts, are there?" interrupted Mr Turner towering over them. "You disgusting little boys were masturbating in my class, can you imagine what an insult that is to a teacher?" Unable to speak Tom fought back the tears, it was a losing battle. This was undoubtedly going to lead to a visit to the headmaster and his parents being told. Probably the end of the world. Alex open his mouth to say something, nothing came out. Slowly raising his face, white with fear and tears now gathering in the corners of his eyes. "Well, what have you say? I thought better of you two than this. You are supposed to be well brought up, this is a grammar school not some dreadful comprehensive in a slum." "We... we... didn't.. we.. sorry.." stuttered Tom continuing to stare at the desk as he desperately fought to maintain control of his bowels and sphincter. "For god's sake Thomas, I never expected this of you. Just look at yourself." pulling a chair over from an adjacent desk he sat down in front of them. "How old are you?" Sniffing and rubbing his eyes he answered in a faltering voice, "Twelve and ... twelve and.. nearly.." "Twelve and a bit.." completed Mr Turner, then turning to Alex, "and you, the same?" "Yer, but we... didn't.. we.. we're.. sorry.. we.." as Alex spoke the tears began to run down his cheeks. Thoughts of the headmasters office and his parents reaction were looming frighteningly large. "If you were older you would be on your way to the headmaster right now and I would be writing to your parents." "Wot.. I don't understand.." mumbled Tom through his tears. The gravity of the situation had been made clear, he was petrified of his parents hearing of what he had done. Fear had now really taken hold him, trembling he clamped his legs together in a desperate bid to avoid wetting himself or worse. "Wot you... wot you.. mean Sir?" asked Alex lamely. "Well obviously you are not the first boys to do this in a class and I'm sure you won't be the last." "Uumm.. wot.. I don't.." like Tom's train of thought, the battle of the bladder was lost. Small dribbles of pee were escaping into his clothing and as if in sympathy tears were now starting run down his cheeks. "I would hazard a guess that this incident has been caused by a very new and important discovery in your life." Mr Turner looked down at them sternly. "Wot.. wot is.. mean.." asked Alex now totally confused. Tom was trying to pretend he wasn't there and just praying the day would end. He wanted to go home. Go anywhere in fact. "The discovery of masturbation." replied Mr Turner coolly. "Err.. but we only started last.." Alex's voice tailed off, his tear stained face looked pitifully up. Plainly scared out of his wits he had now inadvertently let slip just how sexually inexperienced they really were. "I see, not very long ago then." Alex put his head down and looked at the floor. What a thing to admit to and to a teacher of all people. Scratching the back of his head Mr Taylor paused to consider the matter. He had to clear up in his own mind why it had happened, certainly with boys a year or more older the act in class was often considered an act of bravado. This however, looked very different, simply two boys who had only just discovered masturbation and couldn't stop. "So this wasn't planned at all, you didn't discuss doing it or anything beforehand?" "Wot? Planned...no.. why?" It was Alex who replied again. Tom was preoccupied with his own world, waiting for it to crash out of orbit in the headmasters office. Unable to see through his tears he simply nodded in agreement. This was unquestionably the worst moment of his life. Hot urine was now seeping out of his shorts, he could feel it slowly dribbling down the back of his legs, soaking his grey socks and into his shoes. "So, really your performance this morning was just to experience this wonderful new feeling you have just discovered?" he paused and looked at them, "So, the truth is really that you can't leave it alone. Is that about it?" It was a dreadful admission to make, but it was true. Avoiding looking up they nodded and muttered something. "Thomas, well at least do your fly up." said Mr Turner looking down. He was feeling rather sorry for pair, recalling what the urges were like on breaking through into manhood. "Can't... I broke the zip!" said Alex sniffing. "You did Alex? Oh god! I think that's enough detail, now," he sighed. "now I also think we've all had enough of this. So listen, this is what we are going to do." A small puddle had been slowly forming on the classroom floor and surprised by what sounded like the odd drip of water Mr Turner looked all around before realising it was coming from the region of Tom's chair. "Oh my god! What the..." Despite having his eyes tightly closed Tom's face was wet with tears, his left shoe full of urine and his pale grey shorts were now very dark. Sopping wet. A parent himself, it only took a moment for Mr Turner to see with the onset of incontinence Tom's composure had now totally evaporated to the point where it was verging on the traumatic. Without hesitation reached out and a put hand on Tom's shoulder. "Alex, go and get some paper towels from the toilet. Lot's of them!" Looking as though he had been crying for a week and hoping he didn't meet anybody he knew Alex set off trying to the toilet. "Thomas, we'll get you sorted out." Hearing the door close Tom looked up at Mr Turner, through a mix of sniffs and snuffles asked the question that was burning in his mind. "Sir.. we...we.. are we going to, to see the.. headmaster? You.. you writing to, to me dad.." "No, I think not." Mr Turner eventually smiled. "Just look at you, you're just are a pair of very silly boys!" "We, we.. ain't gonna see the head?" croaked Tom in disbelief. "But, we.. I.. done it in.. in yer class." "No... I know you did, but.." Alex came slowly back in the room clutching a handful of blue paper towels. "Wot?" he said interrupting and unsure if he had heard correctly. "I know you did." said Mr Turner. "I don't think though that seeing the head or writing to your parents is going to achieve any more than the total humiliation and embarrassment which you have inflicted upon yourselves. Probably it will be remembered for the rest of your lives. I think Thomas, coupled with spending the rest of the afternoon dressed as you it's going to be more than enough punishment." At which point Tom's emotions took over and grabbing at Mr Turners hand he burst into a flood of tears. Alex didn't know what to say, he simply looked at the teacher and gave a weak smile. "Now.." continued Mr Turner, he paused to clear his throat, rather touched at Tom's reaction. He stood up, "I think I deserve something academic from you, so you can have extra homework or you can both take double detention. The choice is yours, so which?" "Homework please." croaked Tom looking up and managing the weakest of smiles. "Good. Report to me here before the afternoon lesson bell to tell me that you are over this and I'll give you the work then." he smiled. "Now Alex, just take him to the toilet and clean him up. After that I want somebody has to come back here to clean up this mess. Understood?" Having missed well over half their dinner break it was a very forlorn and bedraggled pair of boys who eventually made their way to the dining area in the hope of finding some of their close friends. Chap 59 to follow