Date: Thu, 11 Aug 2011 22:25:28 +0100 From: tom Subject: Brief Encounters Chap 78 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 *************************************************************************************************** NOTE: Holidays will doubtless interrupt the writing flow again, but keep watching this space :=) ************************************************************************************************ Chapter 78 – A risky experiment For those pupils that were interested one of the few advantages of being a second year boy was that the all encompassing term "science" was dropped and the subject split into it's three constituent subjects physics, chemistry and biology. The lessons were held in the respective laboratories equipped with all the paraphernalia and equipment necessary to feed the imagination and hopefully stimulate the brain cells of enquiring young minds. Whilst the gory process of sticking pins and scalpels into assorted dead wildlife, which it has to be said appeared in mysteriously prodigious numbers didn't capture that many minds, the physics and chemistry lessons could. The science block was relatively new so that the boys shared long purpose built benches designed so that practical work could be carried out standing up, stools were provided for sitting and taking notes. There were several rows of benches, each comfortably accommodating about six boys and adorned with a positive myriad of electrical, gas sockets and even a small sink at either end. Much to some of the boys disappointment, for safety reasons these services were sited at strategic points so they could not interact with each other and blow the entire building sky high! With six boys sharing a bench and the likes of Brian, Alex, Tom, Simon, David and Joe all in the same physics class and all on the same bench the lesson promised to be higher on entertainment value than academia. "I'm bored with this." whispered Simon having finished picking his nose and looked aimlessly around the room for the n'th time, "When we gonna do something practical, all he's done is bleeding talk innit?" "Yer. I hope he gives us something to play with." replied Tom. "Wot's fancy then?" "Well look at that thing there with all them knobs and stuff," Simon pointed to an oscilloscope and it's assorted cables cunningly sited well out of reach of small hands on a bench in the far corner, "looks good don't it? We could play with all them knobs on that, yer?" "Wonder wot it does?" asked Tom. "Look, it's got a little TV on the end as well." "Fuck knows!" Simon wasn't just rapidly losing interest in the lesson, he had. The pleasures of the flesh he had experienced in the last twenty four hours were very much still on his mind. "Maybe it's a wanking machine and you put some them wires and that up yer ass!" That was it. Tom was starting to giggle. "And you watch yerself on the little TV?" "Yeah, `spect you can see up yer bum as well!" With laughter being particularly infectious amongst second year boys now Simon was giggling as well, he kicked Tom under the desk in the vague hope of making him stop. "Wassup?" whispered Alex nudging Tom, having sensed something was afoot he was grinning already. "Wots going on?" "Simon says that's a wanking machine." spluttered Tom and pointed to the corner. "Cor, d'you think so? How d'you tell?" Alex's eyes opened wide and he focused on the mysterious grey box in the distance. Knowing no difference and being surrounded by all manner of scientific bits and pieces he was seriously considering taking the statement at face value. As he reasoned to himself, why shouldn't there be a wanking machine and this could be just the place to invent one, although it would be a rather strange item to have in a school physics laboratory! "Wot's that about wanking?" asked Brian expectantly leaning close to Alex and craning his neck to hear the reply. Late getting up that morning and missing his morning wank Brian had had an erection since the bus journey into school. "That's a wanking machine!" replied Alex seriously, he pointed to the corner. "Cor!" Brian's jaw dropped. Sat at the end of the bench he looked round, nobody could see as slipped his left hand down the front of his shorts and under the elastic of his underpants. "Wot! How's it work?" he asked staring at it. This was more like the sort of lesson he wanted, imaging his hot little hand was part of the machine he started the job manually. "Dunno." clearly Alex was as interested in it as Brian as his growing cock confirmed. "D'you think you gotta have big willy, to make it work?" "If we were to creep in here dinner time, d'you reckon we could get it to wank us?" whispered Brian excitedly. "Nah, they keeps it locked." "D'you think them teachers use it then, when we're not about?" Brian's mind was in surreal overdrive. "They'd have willy's big enough wouldn't they? "I `spose so, hey.." Alex paused, "how d'you work it then?" "Mmhh.." Brian thought as he rubbed a finger around head of his cock, "maybe... maybe it's got a special hole at the back, d'you think?" "Wot? Yer, of course! We can't see that can we? Right, so you'd poke yer willy in and it does it for you?" "Ssshhh quietly!" Brian raised a finger. "Have to be on yer hands and knees, I reckon!" "Cor, fuckin' hell! Yeah, yer right!" Alex paused for a few moments and applied absolute maximum brain power. He could just see himself round the back of the box on his hands and knees, his shorts and briefs pulled down, his cock stuffed though an inviting hole, leaving his own inviting hole open to invasion. It wasn't that implausible. Was it? "And the TV screen then? Wot's that for then?" "Moore, are we interrupting you?" "I reckons," whispered Brian, now equally excited at the prospect of shagging a grey metal box, he reached deep in his shorts to grasp the entire four inches in hot and sticky anticipation, "that.. that, that's a gert big magnifying glass so you can look in and see it's doing it right!" "Fuller are you listening?" Brian wasn't, but the rest of the class were, they looked sideways to see Alex and Brian deep in a whispered conversation and oblivious to all around them. "Yeah." said Alex slowly. "I reckon yer right." They both nodded secure in the knowledge that the mystery was solved. Brian, with his hand wrapped around his cock looked longingly towards the far side of the room and wondered if he would ever get to try it! Mr Jefferson, had he known what the boys were thinking about his much prized, if not ancient oscilloscope would have been far, far from impressed. And, as if to compound it that same morning he had been even less impressed with the boys mediocre attention span when it concerned Hooke's Law. As Alex was about learn for himself, Mr Jefferson's fearsome reputation as a crack shot with the end of a stick of chalk was well deserved. It was a piece barely half an inch long, but the effect when it hit it's target and impacted on the hard wooden bench top was very spectacular! With a crack it shattering only a few inches in front of Alex so the fragments of chalk and dust flew into the air and over him. Shocked, he literally jumped off his seat and rapidly sat back down only to discover that since stools didn't have backs there was nothing to restrain him. Moments found himself looking rather dazed sitting on the dusty floor with the class roaring with laughter above him. "Ffffuu..." he muttered struggling to get back on his feet. Looking distinctly embarrassed he tried to brush the worst of the dust and chalk off. "Class quiet." smiling benignly Mr Jefferson looked at Alex. "Moore, sit down now. You have been made an example of a law in physics which has been called Jefferson's law, that is I teach, you pay attention and you learn." "Yes sir," mumbled Alex. "Now, that's it, the law has been proved. So please pay a little more attention in the future." "Yes sir." "Now class," he turned to look at the collection of springs and weights that were laid out on bench, "lets return to Hooke's Law and the basic theory which, for those that have been paying attention will know I have just been running through." "You all right?" asked Tom grinning. "Yeah." Alex grinned back. "Bugger!" "Split yourself up into pairs and one of you come up and collect the weights and springs which have been prepared for you in the corner over here. I want you to measure and record various spring lengths for the different weights." With the thought of some practical work and less theory the boys finally cheered up and started noisily moving around to collect the necessary equipment. "Boys, quiet. Listen. Don't forget you will also need a clamp and a ruler to do this. Plus, as this is your homework you will, whether you like it or not be making simple graphs of the results for each spring and weight combination." That naturally brought a chorus of groans which in turn, Mr Jefferson naturally ignored and continued. "I know it's a relatively simple experiment, but it will reinforce the importance of taking accurate measurements or your graphs will be rubbish and you know how much I hate rubbish!" He looked around the room. "Any questions? No? Good, now you know as these results are going to form your homework, please do this properly and make a note who your partner was so I can check his notes. I will obviously be around to help and explain anything you don't understand." "You did it then, getting the chalk treatment." Tom whispered as they queued for the equipment. "I'd heard he threw it about." "Yeah, so'd I." Alex grinned. "Bloody hell, he can't half throw a bit of chalk, can't he?" "Yeah, wot a shot! So wot was you talking about then?" Alex looked round furtively, "About that wanking machine wunnit?" "You wot?" Tom looked puzzled. "Wot wanking machine?" "You know, over there in the corner." Alex sounding completely serious nodded towards the oscilloscope perched menacingly on the bench in the corner. "Oh..." Tom did his best not to burst out laughing. Alex and Brian must have taken Simon's joke at face value, "Oh that.. you mean... that.. that wanking machine?" "Yer, Brian reckons he knows how it works and he want's to try it like." "He wot? Oh! How?" Tom looked in amazement having never thought Alex would have fallen for it, he had to look away before he dissolved into laughter. "Johnson, Moore will you stop nattering and get a move on, you're holding up the queue for the equipment!" "Shit," hissed Alex under his breath, shuffling forward "I'll have to tell you later." "Right, `cause I don't want the flying chalk!" replied Tom after nervously looking in Mr Jefferson's direction. Equipment collected and eventually set up, the boy's who had been listening to the earlier part of the lesson soon had the experiment under control with plenty of time to spare to help those that did not. "We done it then?" Simon looked at scribbled results in his exercise book. "They looks all right, don't they?" "Yer, think so, can you read 'em!" replied Tom. "Piss off!" Tom grinned, "OK, well I'll try and copy `em into me book and then we're done." "Right you do that `cause," Simon winked. "I'm gonna do a little experiment of me own." "Wot's that then?" For some reason Tom felt a tingle run up his spine. From the amount of time Simon's hand had spent in his pocket during the lesson the topic of the experiment wouldn't be too hard to guess. "Where's old Jefferson got to?" Simon looked around the room and finally saw him bending over by the front bench, somebody was in trouble one way or another. "Let me know if he comes this way." "OK. I'll copy this while yer doing wot ever it is yer gonna do!" Tom smiled and looked hopefully at the lump in Simon's shorts. "Do I get to see yer experiment then?" "See it, yer fuckin' part of it!" Simon grinned. "I'll be back in a couple of minutes." With that Simon disappeared down under the desk leaving Tom looking very bemused. Thinking that it would be best to get the results copied up to enable completion of the homework before he got too involved in Simon's experiment, he started to quickly copy the information over to his own book. Art had escaped relatively unscathed from the geography lesson having discovered two important facts. Not only had he learnt that the rainfall in South America could be very heavy, but that there was a penalty for producing cribbed homework. Issued with double the amount of homework that the rest of the class were given and under threat of a detention should the work not come up to standard he thought himself quite lucky. The real question though, was would he be so lucky in the maths lesson that followed? It was with considerable trepidation that he rounded the final corner in the corner of the corridor and saw the open door of Mr Patton's classroom beckoning him on. "Come on," said Nigel as he firmly as he dared, "we can't not go in. We gotta do it." "I wanna run away." said Art wistfully. "No you fuckin' don't," replied Nigel, "yer a fourth year and it's only them first year's that runs off." "I don't give fuck about them, I still wanna fuckin' piss off!" Art managed a weak smile. "I know, I fuckin' know, I gotta do it." "I just wished you looked a bit better!" Nigel looked him up and down and raised his eyes. "And, don't forget, don't let him smell you!" "You say the nicest fuckin' things!" Art started towards the classroom. "Don't make it any fuckin' worse than it is." "I'm only trying to fuckin' help." "I know, sorry." Art stopped, turned and smiled. "Couldn't do this without you, I'm gonna give you a big fucking tomorrow somewhere." "Oh shit, don't look at me like that! You could do it now!" Nigel blinked and started walking again. "Now fuckin' come on, be brave." "Hurry up or yer gonna be fuckin' late!" it was a familiar voice. "Who, wot?" Nigel turned to see Richard had appeared behind them. "Sorry didn't see you." "That's alright, you don't wanna be late for that bastard Patton, you know wot he's like." said Richard walking on. "I'm off." "Shit!" said Art as the open door loomed closer. "That Patton's a cunt!" Art felt his stomach churning, out of all their masters Mr Patton was generally acknowledged by the boys to be the most unpleasant in the school. Humourless and almost a true Victorian disciplinarian, with two long years to go before retirement he certainly wouldn't be missed when he did. "We knows that, now fuckin' come on and I'll hold yer hand!" Nigel started to walk on. "Well, yer cock maybe, but under the desk!" "You sure I just can't fuckin' run away?" Art managed a smile. "No, I'm quite sure and.." "Come on boys, move along now or you'll be late for your next lesson." Having had been interrupted by a female voice, Nigel looked around very surprised and stuttered "Yes Miss.." "Who's that?" whispered Art equally taken aback as Miss Jameson swept on past them and down the corridor. "Miss uumm.. fuck knows!" replied Nigel, staring captivated at her rather shapely bottom as she walked away. Maybe girls did have something to offer tucked in between their legs, but how would he ever work up the courage to ask one out! "Wot! Fuckin' `ell! Look!" exclaimed Art, "She's gone in our fuckin' maths classroom!" "Well, fuckin' come on then!" said Nigel setting off after her. "Wot's it all about?" With Art trailing behind, they reached the doorway. Peering in rather nervously around the door frame, Art's heart skipped a beat when he saw there was no sign of the dreaded Mr Patton. Their comical stance did not go unnoticed by Miss Jameson who with an amused look on her face gestured for them to come in and sit down. "Come in, I don't bite!" "I could fuckin' bite you!" muttered Eric to himself feeling his cock growing inside his pee stained briefs. Unlike Art, he was extremely heterosexual having made a long and detailed study of his sixteen year old sister's actions and underwear! With no internet to supply the answers the more intimate details of the female body were still rather elusive at fifteen. Surely he reasoned, somehow girls must be able to masturbate else why would his sister be groaning most nights? How did they do it? Unaware of her own elevated sexual status Miss Jameson she busied herself at the front desk looking at the register. Having qualified when she was single it was quite common to continue to work in her maiden name despite having been married for some five years. Purposely she allowed the class to whisper in their surprise and obvious relief that Mr Patton was not going to take the lesson. Surprised at their collective reaction, she was keen to know why. "Right," she said standing up and moving over to close the door, "some of you may know me and for those that don't I'm Miss Jameson and I usually take first and second year classes." "Where's Mr Patton, Miss? Is he ill?" asked Andy, sounding really hopeful. If he was ill, then it should be terminal! "He's got a meeting outside of school." "Oh." "So, so you won't you be taking over from him?" asked James, the dejection in his voice quite palpable. "No, no just for today." "Shame." muttered somebody at the back. Looking around the class she saw their look of disappointment and as if to make the point a collective groan was heard. "Can't you Miss? Take over?" It was Eric sounding excited in more ways than one. His cock now very much erect and having escaped the fly of his briefs was pushing hard on the inside of his trousers. Late twenties, slim and a fine pair of breasts an ideal bedtime fantasy. Did she wank? How? He could well be almost blind by the morning. "No, I'm sorry I can't. Why do you ask?" Very surprised at the reaction she looked at the glum faces, this wasn't just a few boys it was the whole class. It was very awkward to illicit information from a class about another teacher although she had heard rumours about Mr Patton's very autocratic teaching style. This antipathy towards him as clearly shown by the entire class was unprecedented. "We hates him!" That unattributable comment came as bit of a shock to both boys and teacher. "You can't say that, stop it." "But we do.. all of us." Eric had found his voice along with his leaking cock. "Boys, stop it calm down." she looked sternly at the class. "What actually is the problem?" "He's too strict," said Harry rising above the parapet, "it's detentions for this and detentions for that. All the time!" "And he don't explain nothing proper," added James, "then we gets told off `cause we've got it wrong." "Right, I've got the message and I'll need to talk to somebody about this. Now, back to the lesson, tell me what were you doing in the last lesson?" "More them logarithm things." "Do you not understand them?" "Not really Miss." Art looked at Nigel and slumped back in his favourite position, pushing the lump in his trousers in to the bottom of the desk. "She might help us, `cause I don't know wot he fuckin' goes on about either!" whispered Art. "Mmhh.. hope so." Nigel nodded. "I don't know." "Boys before we start and since I don't know any of you I want to take a register, which might help me with your names." "Miss, can we take our blazers off, it's hot in yer." asked Harry, seated in the pool of sunlight coming through the windows. "Yes, of course and it's here not yer! I think this room faces south doesn't it?" "Dunno, does it!" replied Harry just grateful for the chance to cools down. "It's hot!" With that the class started to remove their blazers, Art looked at Nigel. "Reckon I can take it off with these trousers, it's fuckin' hot in here." Nigel looked, "Yer, `cause you ain't going nowhere is you? Be alright I reckon." Undoing the three buttons Art managed to carefully remove it without standing up. Relaxed he pushed his ever bulging fly under the desk to hide as much as he could. The register continued and reached the last few names to be called out. "Weldon?" "Yer Miss." "I know that name," she paused, sounding puzzled and then looked over towards Art, "ah, I know. I've got a Simon Weldon in my second year maths class." "That's me little brother." replied Art proudly and smiled as only he could. Unbelievably happy at having Miss Jameson for the lesson he gave his erection an extra shove into the bottom of the desk. Nigel glanced down and smiled to himself, the top of the Wolsey briefs were grinning through the gap where the straining zip was undone, Art now unwound obviously had an erection of monumental proportions. "I'll tell him I've met you." she smiled back rather taken with the warmth in his smile. If only Mr Patton were anywhere near as human, it didn't cost anything and reaped huge rewards. With that the lesson got underway and within minutes the boys, now content in their new mind set were assimilating more than they ever would with Mr Patton. Since the sun had moved, Richard was getting rather hot and with about fifteen minutes left put his hand up. "Miss, can we try and open the other window, the one that sticks. Them blinds is all broke and it's boiling hot over yer now." "Uumm.." she looked over, the midday sun was certainly pouring in through the windows. Opening the other window looked like a good idea, "yes, why not." "But Miss, I'll need help, `cause this windows is as stiff as hell!" "Language!" But, who to ask to do it? Being new to the class there was only one boy who's name she knew. "Weldon," she looked at him and smiled, "could you pop over and help open the window for me please." "Me?" croaked Art after a few shocked moments. "Please, yes." Shuffling in his seat he looked desperately at Nigel. Nigel in turn looked at Art and desperately hoped that for Art's sake a hot and sticky fifteen year old erection just didn't suddenly explode from the unfastened trousers. Miss Jameson returned to the blackboard leaving Art to his fate. ################################################################ Chap 79 to follow