Date: Sun, 24 Apr 2011 10:08:52 +0100 From: tom Subject: Brief Encounters Chap 73 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 *************************************************************************************************** >>>>DO NOTE - Taking the odd holiday week away means postings may be a few days late, but do keep checking there is certainly more of this story of nawty schoolboys to come! And don't forget, comments and suggestions lewd or otherwise are welcome so please do email me! ************************************************************************************************** Chapter 73 – Tizer to the rescue "An idea, wot! Oh fucking hell, brilliant! Come on wot is it?" Art was anxiously looking out of the window as the bus began to slow for the corner with their the stop not far away. Whatever the idea was, would they have time to implement it and secure a reprieve from maternal wrath. "Ian quick, come on fuckin' tell me wot is it?" "It's so fuckin' simple!" Ian grinned and to Art's amazement started to undo his trousers. "We swops fuckin' trousers! Me mums not back till five, I can get 'em washed for you. We can do it! Fuckin' get 'em off!" "Oh fuck, I'm doing it!" exclaimed Art instantly kicking off his shoes and almost tearing his fly open. "One condition," Ian paused and grinned, "we swop pants as well!" "I'll swop any fuckin' thing!" Art laughed. "You're a dirty fucker, you knows that!" Blushing, Ian peeled both his trousers and Wolsey X briefs down in one swift movement. Moments later Art did the same and proffered in exchange his piss ridden clothes, as predicted both boys had major erections again. Leaving Ian to wonder at the warm, slimy delights smeared over his underpants Art started to catch up with Simon. Crashing his bag into the empty seats whilst struggling to pull up the trousers and simultaneously push his feet into his shoes he make remarkably swift progress down the bus. "Art.." called out Ian just before he vanished out of sight down the stairs. For a split second Art turned to look back to see Ian grinning with his hand moving inside the briefs and the trousers around his knees. "I'm gonna... in 'em, is that all right?" "Dare you!" with his heart thumping in the excitement Art disappeared down the stairs to see the back of Simon's blazer, already on the platform. "Simon," called out Art on rounding the bend in the stairs, "hold the bus I'll be right there." "How do I hold the fuckin' bus?" muttered Simon to himself, only now beginning to return to anything of his normal self. It had been the fastest change of clothes on record. With the bus pulling in to the pavement Art only just reached the platform in time to jump off, which was probably just as well since his appearance would have stood little scrutiny! The discovery that Ian was certainly at least one size slimmer meant that Art felt distinctly stitched into the trousers and as yet still hadn't managed to fasten them properly. Simon, on the other hand had little chance of fastening his shorts since the clasp had been ripped off earlier on the bus. That fact was brought home to him when jumping off the bus onto the pavement only to suddenly realise that his shorts were being controlled by gravity and starting to slide down. Letting his bag drop to the ground he managed to prevent being any more embarrassed than he already was by just catching them and pulling them back up. Not though, before a flash of his wet underpants had been offered to the bemused passengers on the bus! "Fuck!" he said angrily to Art. "Why `d'you have to ruin 'em?" "Maybe `cause I think at the time we both enjoyed it." Art smiled sweetly. "You can't tell me you didn't fuckin' enjoy it, can you?" "Didn't want to wet meself though." mumbled Simon staring angrily back. "Bet you like having wet pants now though." "Might do!" Slowly he began to smile. "Will you show me Ian's pants when we get's home? They got stains and that in 'em?" "Dunno wot you mean, you're a dirty little bugger!" replied Art. "Why you got stains in your's?" "Maybe. They're a bit wet but we could still put some in!" Meanwhile on the bus Ian now had the top deck to himself. Dressed again he had discovered how much easier it was to wank in a pair of school trousers that were a size too big, even if they had been just saturated with piss! To say he was literally tingling with excitement by just wearing Art's disgusting briefs under them was something of an understatement. Revelling in pulling the rear panel right up into his crack and then squishing his cock and balls into Art's deposits ensured it wouldn't be long before he ejaculated, for the first time that was! A minute later, a hand had been slipped down the front and under the tired elastic to collect the rich, slippery mess that would act as a lubricant. In the excitement it didn't it take him very long to shoot his first load and so having combined his hot semen with Art's he mentally scheduled his second wank for the moment he got home. Overall though, the burning question was whether to was wash just the trousers and wear the briefs for the night or wash them both. Decisions, decisions. As ever, the sight of some tight grey school trousers stretched around a pair of pert little buttocks were holding Nigel's gaze. Following Martin closely up the stairs had the added bonus of a detailed view of the outline of his underpants, even the hem of his shirt was visible to Nigel's highly trained voyeurs eye. Once they reached the landing Martin accidentally brushed against Nigel as he turned to point to the door on his left. "The bathrooms just there on the left if you wanna wash or... or something." "Well I could do with a piss," said Nigel, "but don't seem worth trying to wash anything if you're gonna spray that bloody Tizer over me later does it?" "Uumm.. no.. uumm.. I `spose not." replied Martin rather hesitantly. Willing Nigel to make a pass at him he moved closer convinced his heart was beating so hard it must be audible. It had become a pivotal moment. Nigel swallowed hard, even with his brazen sexuality it was becoming difficult to be so close and keep his hands off the smaller boy. Taking a step towards the bathroom he suddenly held his hand out. "Come on, you can hold me willy while piss.." "Fuckin' wot! How?" Martin sounded rather taken aback, but nevertheless delighted that Nigel had finally propositioned him. He held out his hand and looked back rather coyly as Nigel took it his and led the way. "Wot d'you mean, how? You daft bugger," said Nigel standing in front the white toilet and lifting the seat, "you stand behind me and put yer arms round me, unzip and just reach in to pretend it's your willy!" "If only it was, it's so big!" said Martin moving up behind and looking at the hairs on the back of his neck. "We've only half an hour at most." "I know that, `cause I gotta get home as well, so just fuckin' hurry up." Nigel reached back between them and cupped the hard lump in Martin's trousers. "How long's it take to have a wank anyway!" "About two second seconds the way I feel now!" Martin's arms were already encircling his waist. "Hey, hang on, would you do something for me?" Nigel turned within Martin's arms to face him and putting his hands on his shoulders he held him to make eye contact. "Be a bloody big turn on if you can... would you?" "Wot? It won't hurt will it?" Martin grinned. Even before he knew what was being asked he had consented. Surely there couldn't be that much left that he could do to turn either himself or Nigel on, having already judiciously experimented with all manner of things up his bum and around his prick! "D'you remember at junior school we all used to wear vest and pants.." "Oh yeah." Martin nodded furiously, it seemed Nigel had touched a nerve. "I still got some of mine.. pants is a bit small, but might have a vest `cause I even wore 'em as first year." "Well, get it on! I'll wait here," Nigel winked and patted his trousers, "be quick, I'll take me blazer off and wait." Martin positively flew out of the bathroom and after sounds of various drawers opening and slamming he reappeared a little out of breath a couple of minute later. "Fuck me!" Nigel drew a deep breath. Looking even better than Nigel had ever dreamt possible, Martin stood before him wearing grey socks, white vest and his pale blue Y-fronts. From the white ribbed cotton of the vest it was obvious that his mother used to buy the matching Y-front sets from the ubiquitous Lyle and Scott, purveyors of white underwear to the majority of English schoolboys. "I gotta wear me blue pants I had on, cause I can't get in the others now." Martin said rather apologetically beginning to tuck the vest into the elasticated waistband. Looking up he caught Nigel's eye. "I mean, we gotta do it right ain't we? D'you remember the pee stains on the front of our vests where we had 'em tucked inside!" "Oh fuck, yeah!" Nigel was ecstatic. "I used to look for 'em when we'd change for games and they'd all gone outside!" "Wot you as well? I did that!" Martin grinned. "Look, I even kept me socks on for you." The thin white legs finished in grey wool socks. Nigel simply sighed. There was no doubt that with Martin dressed like that could pass for a first year boy with the added bonus of a fourth year's cock! Martin, just like Nigel had also cum in class so the front of his underpants were still highly decorated with damp patches of fresh semen. Whilst the white vest displayed his pale arms beautifully it was a little tight and didn't match the pale blue of his briefs. Whatever, it was certainly good enough to really arouse both boys and as if to emphasize the fact he was definitely available Martin hopped seductively around, the head of his erection threatening to escape his underpants. "Stand behind me then." said Nigel. "You can put yer hands in me pockets if you wants, then unzip me fly and hold me cock while I pee. Then..." Before he had finished Martin was already pushing his tenting briefs into Nigel's ass and feeling the way into his pockets. "You ain't wasting no time!" "Bloody hell, Nige yer pockets is all wet.. oh fuckin' hell! It's cum innit?" exclaimed Martin in surprise. Removing his hand he rubbing his fingers together and sniffed them before deciding to lick them clean. "Never mind yer fingers," said Nigel excitedly starting to undo his own trousers, "I can't fuckin' wait or I'm gonna cum, get hold me cock! Please!" "You still gonna piss?" asked Martin running his hands between Nigel's legs. "Doubt it, I wanna cum!" "Let's go in me bedroom then. You lead, I'll hang on and guide you." An unlikely pair both with wet underpants, they set off laughing as they went. Nigel in front with his trousers dropping to his ankles as he hobbled along with Martin dressed in vest and briefs steering him from behind by tugging on his waist and occasionally feeling between his legs. "You got some of them Airfix model planes." said Nigel looking round when they finally entered the bedroom. The room was very tidy quite unlike his own with the models on top of a bookcase. "I got some of them." "There ain't a boy in England who ain't got some is there? Bloody things! But wot d'you do with 'em when you've done `em!" replied Martin laughing. "Pity they didn't make some nice Airfix second year boy kits, I know what I'd glue `em together with!" "You would then," Nigel looked at him, it seemed Martin was trying to say something about his sexuality, "I mean really like the younger boys?" "Well girls don't do nothing for me so I `spose I might be..." Martin blushed and paused. "Be.. queer.." "Girls don't do nothing for me either at the minute, but I wouldn't mind having a feel in their nickers!" Nigel grinned. "D'you think they wank? Wonder how they does it!" "Dunno, I never thought about it." said Martin more concerned about outing himself than the contents of some girls nickers. "You don't mind about me then?" "No, why should I? I don't care if you are queer or wotever it's called, yer still me mate and it ain't gonna make no difference do it?" This was the strong Nigel that Martin knew, not the wreck on the bus earlier. "Mart, I might be queer as well, I dunno. I might like both boys and girls, but right now I don't know? All I do know is I been wanting your cock up me ass for days!" "Wot, you? Honest?" Martin was more than flattered. "You ain't just saying it?" "Fuckin' right I ain't, now get on with it!" "Where?" Martin looked around. "Wot on me bed?" "Well where else you silly sod! Now talking of beds," Nigel grinned as he moved over towards the single bed by the wall. The cream bedspread was on top and the white sheet neatly turned over, "so this where you does it every night and morning?" "Yer, don't you?" Martin looked sheepish. "Course. But my beds a right fuckin' pit not like this! So wot d'you use to catch it in then?" smiling Nigel turned to face him. "Can I have a look for, well you know.." "No, I don't know, but the answer is yes! And the other answer is stuffed down by the wall! " Martin grinned mischievously having immediately guessed exactly what Nigel wanted. Trousers crumpled up on the floor Nigel bent over, stretching the grubby white briefs across his buttocks, the lump of his ballsac hanging temptingly between his legs. "You don't mind if I carries on, we don't wanna run outta time do we?" playfully Martin slapped Nigel's cotton covered behind. "No, you do wotever you wants to me, except.." Nigel turned, "except we gotta keep dressed like we is while we does it!" "If uumm.. you managed to cum again would you mind if it was in yer pants?" asked Martin. "Not at all, won't make no difference will it." Nigel grinned again. "And if something, uumm happened to go over yer jimjams would that matter?" "Not at all." "Well I'd better start checking this lot out for cum stains then!" Returning to look at the bedclothes Nigel found it just as exciting as looking inside other boys underpants in the changing rooms, he began by starting to examine the top sheet for the tell tell signs of nightly abuse. Martin returned to looking at Nigel's rear and longingly stroked the white fabric stretched tightly across Nigel's rear. A couple of minutes passed in silence as the boys gently fondled each other in between their own separate missions. Nigel was very taken with Martin's pale blue and white striped pyjama trousers, particularly the area around the fly which quite stiff with dried semen had started to change from white to semen yellow. Unable to resist, the only course of action was to lick it whilst his free hand reached down to squeeze his drooling prick through the wet underpants. Equally excited Martin and had already pulled his cock out from the side of his briefs, retracted the foreskin and started to rub the leaking piss slit against the taut white cotton of Nigel's rear. His hands had been roving in and out under the slack elastic getting ever closer to his goal and having lubricated a finger using his own precum he pushed his way easily in. Breathing deeply Nigel clenching his buttocks together and trapped Martin's hand with the finger that was so inquisitively moving around inside him. Reaching around he grasped Martin's other hand and brought it to the front to thrust it inside his briefs. Once inside Martin need no cue before wrapping his fingers around Nigel's slippery shaft to start masturbating, for his part Nigel had just retrieved Martin's cum rag which had been stuffed between the bed and the wall. Smelling strongly of the mornings deposit of cum Nigel discovered he was holding a pair of grubby Y-fronts absolutely covered in patches of dried semen. Looking inside he was surprised to discover amongst the various stains there were even some skid marks from which he quickly assumed that the briefs must have switched from being worn to cumrag promotion overnight. "How d'you get skidmarks in yer cumrag then?" asked Nigel excitedly and quite intent in leaving no stone unturned in his search for the most intimate details of Martin's sex life! "Uumm.. I umm.." still fumbling around inside the delightfully slimy contents of Nigel's underpants Martin hoped his blushes couldn't be seen. "I uumm.. started to use 'em the day I came home and found me mum had bought me new blues ones." "So you'd been wearing 'em all day and then just carried on wanking in 'em night after night?" asked Nigel excitedly trying to picture the scene in his head. "I `spose.." muttered Martin "and.." "And wot?" asked Nigel quickly. "Well, sometimes.." Martin paused and thought for a split second. He concluded he might as well admit to all habits, in any event he felt rather excited at telling his innermost secrets. "Well, sometimes I puts 'em on and wanks in 'em, with me toy. Then I sleep in 'em!" "Toy?" Nigel was puzzled, this was the first he had heard about a toy. "Oh that." Martin realised Nigel didn't know and it seemed that Art hadn't told him. "It's a little wooden thing I puts up me bum!" "Ah," said Nigel knowingly visualising his own skipping rope handle, "Art and I knows all about them things, we got something like that as well." "Can I see it one day?" "Wot, like you show me yours and I'll show you mine!" said Nigel starting to laugh. "You can try it as well it you wants!" "Yeah. I will." Martin laughed as well and wiggled his finger. "And cumming in yer pants, I do that, but then I wears 'em to school next day, I don't seem to have many pairs left!" "Bloody hell! Ain't you been seen then, like changing for gym or by yer mum?" "Not yet! It's part of the fun innit, doing something you shouldn't?" "Wot like this?" Nigel nodded and tentatively put the stained fly of Martin's dirty briefs to his lips. Pushing his buttocks back he forced Martin's leaking cock into the cotton covering his crack. "Mart, I can't hold out no more." Nigel pushed back again. "You gotta get it in me right now while I suck on this!" There was no need to ask twice. Martin had already decided that if he didn't immediately start working towards a climax he was going to end up with an involuntary ejaculation. Slowly removing his finger he wiped it on the rear of Nigel's briefs before pulling the waistband down. Having Nigel's the partly dilated sphincter winking at him inspired his erection to break free from the side of his briefs, leaning forward he carefully took aim. "Hold on." was the only warning he whispered hoarsely into Nigel's ear before lunging forward. "Aaaawwhhh... fuucckkkk!" Nigel bit hard on his mouthful of grubby, cum encrusted Y-fronts. So this the pain that Martin and Art were so afraid of? Now he knew why! Unlike Art who had gently pushed his way in, Martin had simply rammed all of his fifteen year old cock in as fast and hard as he could. Taken by surprise at the force which the smaller boy entered him, Nigel's really felt as though his ass had been split. Closing his eyes he clenched his fists to counteract the hot searing pain which had suddenly engulfed everything below his waist, but there was no option but to endure it. Martin, on a sexual high continued as he had started, energetically thrusting in and out as his hands pawed at Nigel's thighs to pull him ever closer. Magically after a few seconds Nigel began to realise that the pain was gradually easing and being replaced by an all together far more pleasurable sensation. With Martin constantly filling his passage and then withdrawing, it had become a most exquisite feeling with his sphincter muscle trying to keep pace with length of Martin's slippery cock. Starting to masturbate through his own soggy briefs Nigel was also sucking hard on the dirty briefs savouring the taste of Martin's previous evenings bedtime wank. For his part, Martin had done amazingly well to carry on for as long as he had without ejaculating and knew he couldn't hold out any longer. With one last tumultuous push and a groan he all but squashed his own balls when forcing himself into Nigel for the last time. Dragging Nigel closer by clawing on his thighs so hard that they would be left with bruises, Martin's small body began to violently shake and tremble. Whilst his cock was discharging it's second hot load of the afternoon deep into the hungry passage, Nigel was himself on the verge of cumming again in his already saturated briefs. Had he passed out, Martin wasn't sure. The only thing he was sure about was that his heart was beating like a steam hammer, slowly he opened his eyes and started to move. With rather wobbly legs hen managed to stand up and then looked down to see that Nigel had collapsed on the bed and was still breathing heavily, equally as affected by the powerful climax. Shapeless, Nigel's briefs the folds heavy with cum glinting in the sunlight now hung low enough to expose his bumhole, red from it's recent pounding and still a little dilated. Martin just stared, drawn by the sight of cum dotted with darker flecks that oozed from the dark hole to slither down somewhere in the shadow between Nigel's legs. Having difficulty in believing that all the cum was his, Martin then saw that his own cock, now fully spent had retreated into his cum stained underpants. Pulling the elastic out at the waist he peered in, now flaccid and barely two inches long he reached down to squeeze it only to be surprised when another huge blob of cum dribbled from the wrinkled end of his foreskin to the add mess inside his briefs. With finger and thumb he pushed the foreskin right back to reveal the purple head and more of the brown tinged cum that had collected during it's anal adventure. "Fuck me, wot's happened?" Nigel, raised his head, blinked and appeared to be rather blearily returning to the real world. "I just have," Martin giggled, "and I got shit on me cock to prove it!" "You wot?" said Nigel making a poor attempt at getting off the bed and falling back down. "Fuck! Wot have you done to me ass!" "I think I've fuckin' cleaned it for you! Come on, up you get." Martin took his arm and pulled until he stood rather shakily by the bed. The red finger marks around Nigel's thighs were, as Martin himself noted quite a testimony to the height of his earlier passion. Amazingly, Nigel was still sporting what looked like a pretty solid erection standing proud of his hapless underpants which heavy with cum were barely suspended around his knees. Now standing, the remnants of Martin's discharge dribbled from his hole to slide down between his legs to join his earlier ejaculation on the bus. At this point even Martin felt a small twinge, he put a hand down the front of his slimy briefs and cradled his cock. The sight of Nigel partly undressed and looking very dishevelled was quite something. "Bloody hell I really came then!" said Nigel looking at Martin and noting hand inside his briefs. "You ain't gonna do it again is you?" "No, it just wants to be held!" Martin grinned back, but couldn't resist dropping his gaze to Nigel's cock. Nigel looked down himself then turned with the intention of picking up the briefs that he had been sucking on earlier. "Oh... oh fuck!" turning he looked at Martin "Wot is it?" Martin moved over. "Uumm.. sorry mate, but it's yer bed innit! Oh shit, I'm sorry." "Wot's mean?" Martin looked down at his bed. "Oh fuck!" Somewhere towards the middle of the white bottom sheet was now a huge wet patch about the very spot where Nigel had lain over the edge of the bed only a minute before. So wet in fact, that the floral pattern on the mattress was now quite visible the translucent cotton. "Fuckin' hell!" Martin turned and looked at Nigel who was quite obviously embarrassed at his action. "Uumm... sorry." "It would take me half a dozen good wanks to make that much!" Martin was grinning. "I'll have to make sure I makes me own bed or mum will see it!" "You sure. I'm sorry, oh fuck. It ain't my day is it?" "We all has off days." "I know, but I'm getting 'em one after the other at the minute." he looked at the bed. "I'm sorry about yer bed." "Nige, don't worry it's all right. Look maybe tomorrow I'll have an accident with a glass of water or something and have to change the sheet." he winked. "It's not the first time I done that!" "Oh bloody hell, that's too simple and I've never thought of that one!" Nigel managed to smile. "Hey, seriously" Martin looked down at it once again, "tell me, if this is wot's happened to me bed after you've wanked over it just once, then wot the hell does your's look like? How d'you get away with it?" Martin's question seemed to have been a little too intimate, was it his turn to touch a nerve? Nigel didn't immediately respond. "Get away with it?" he replied looking unusually embarrassed. "Not very well. Me mums having a go at me over things like this all the time, it's fuckin' tricky. She knows I wanks a lot.." "Oh shit. Sorry, I didn't mean to pry." Martin wasn't too sure what else to say and certainly didn't want to wind Nigel up again. "It's all right," he paused, "I'm used to it and it's why I can't go home looking like a cumrag innit?" "No, well.. I `spose not." it seemed all the more reason to tidy themselves up, he smiled. "Come on, pull yer trousers up and we'll we spray you with that Tizer stuff." "D'you really think it'll work?" asked Nigel struggling to pull the wet briefs which had begun to stick to his legs. "Dunno, do we have a choice?" Martin looked at his watch. "We gotta do it now `cause times creeping on and you'll have less than twenty minutes to get home." "Fuck, if I run I could just do it in ten I `spose." Nigel pushed his permanent erection under the waistband of his briefs and pulled his trousers up. "Try not to get Tizer on me shirt, 'cause it'll never wash out and she'll go fuckin' mad!" "Nige, seeing you do that I'm getting another hard on!" Martin grinned. "Lets go in the back garden and I'll spray you." "You're a dirty little fucker!" Nigel rubbed his own bulge. "I'm telling you, if it wasn't for me having to get home you could fuck me again right now!" "I know. D'you think I don't want to as well?" Martin took a deep breath. "We ain't got time so don't start me off again! I'm gonna try and have another wank when you've gone! Now lets just get in the bloody garden, follow me for the Tizer fountain!" ############################### Chap 74 to follow