Date: Tue, 06 Dec 2011 22:21:36 +0000
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief encounters Chap 85

Brief Encounters - the ever continuing saga... eekkk!

First the mandatory warnings and disclaimers - basically don't read this if
the naughty sexual exploits of young teenage schoolboys do not appeal. The
characters depicted are fictional and not intentionally based upon any one
person... although, if you do suddenly find yourself in the middle of the
story just think how lucky you are!

This is ostensibly a work of fiction, albeit with a few memories from my
own school days plus some of the many invariably unspoken fantasies which I
and my "best friends" would only ever rarely admit or allude to when we
were at that very special, trusting and certainly innocent age.

Today, it's very hard to imagine what it was like without the internet to
immediately help conjure up fantasies based on images, webcams, stories or
chat. Our sex lives were entirely dependant upon a very fervent imagination
and thus being able to create our own fantasies usually based on friends
and what we saw happening beneath the desk or in the changing rooms! I make
no excuses for the fact that underwear features prominently in this story,
because quite frankly it did, it was a very visible and tangible connection
between us and our ever developing fascination with sex! It's important to
remember that other than the very rare sexual extrovert, we never dared
mention the subject because we were just too embarrassed and nobody
understood what was happening to us anyway!

You might call it a story about the age of discovery - usually in bed - or
if you shared a bedroom with a brother, then discovery would be in the
bathroom!

Do note, at the time of writing the story itself is not finished and for
better or worse, it has now turned into a work of some length but I will
regularly post updates and there are more than enough pages written to keep
it going! Nifty require a text file so if the formatting or punctuation go
slightly up the creek you now know why! And, also during the writing for
various reason I have had to change character names, so I hope for
continuity they are now correct!

Finally, I hope you enjoy it and please, please do let me have any comments
or suggestions and for some of you I it might even jog a memory or two,
three if you are lucky... I would be intrigued to learn!

Tom email: amias09@fastmail.fm

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Chapter 85 – A big wet kiss

Listening to his mother stamping her way back downstairs Ian remained on
the bed squeezing his cock through the spunky briefs. Satisfied that at
least he had made his feelings clear and didn't consider himself a child
any longer, he acknowledged that having done so he should now backtrack a
little to patch up their relationship. After several minutes of running the
events through his mind he had only produced one idea and that was to
approach his father, who had finally recognised that Ian could do with some
help as regards growing pains. Not one for carrying grudges or the like Ian
knew they would all feel better to have at least started the process of
bridge building when hopefully his father might even begin to make his
mother see some sense concerning the sticky topic of boys and masturbation.

And, all that to do before he went out for that important trip to the
allotment later in the afternoon! But first, before getting dressed there
was one important decision left to make.

Being quite certain that sexual adventures with Art and Nigel were the main
reason for meet at the shed, Ian really wanted to pander to his fetish and
wear the same briefs for the rest of the day. However, even by his
standards they were now pretty revolting and the question which really
worried him was, could he actually wear them without the smell being
noticed?

There was only one way to find out, so sitting up he swivelled round on the
edge of the bed and slowly stood up to discover the briefs were descending
as fast as he ascended. After so much pulling about it wasn't really
surprising that the elastic was tired, particularly with added weight of
the fresh spunk. The distinctive smell was certainly there, but could it be
contained when he was wearing his jeans? Pulling the soggy cotton back up
over his partly engorged cock and walking over to the mirror he looked at
himself only to find he was unable to resist putting a hand down the back
to feel his crack. That, plus the feeling of his balls and rapidly
hardening cock all flopping around inside the shapeless briefs confirmed
all he wanted to know, wearing them would probably be alright if he kept
downwind!

Carried away by watching himself in the mirror, he began to seriously
finger his bum as the other hand started to make it's way through the
heavily stained fly to his now hard cock. However, the fun didn't last
longer than a few seconds before a loud tapping on the bedroom almost
scared him out of his wits.

"Just... just.. wait.. wait a second!"

Rudely brought back from fantasy land to the real world he hurtled across
the bedroom towards the safety of the bed. With the underpants falling down
around his ankles and hindering progress he finally jumped on the bed and
covered himself up with the sheet. Sitting there for a few moments, his
heart beating rapidly he tried to compose himself ready for another
encounter with his mother.

"Well, uumm... come in." he called out assuming from the loud knock it was
either his mother or father, meaning at least the lesson of his privacy had
been learnt!

The door opened slowly, hearing only a faint footstep he looked
inquisitively over.

"Hope you don't mind, I wanted to see you." Martin peered from around the
half open door.

"Mart! Wot you doing here? I thought it was me mum again!" Ian smiled and
beckoned him in. "Come on, come in and close the door."

"You still in bed then?" Martin, looked at his watch, "It's nearly half
ten."

"Yeah, didn't think you'd notice that!" Ian grinned. "And, I've just had a
bust up with her over being in bed so late."

"Oh shit. That why she's a bit frosty then? She didn't look too happy."
Martin pulled a face. "She said I had to knock hard on the door and then I
was told to tell you she was going shopping in minute and that it was time
you got up."

"Sounds about right dunnit?" Ian grinned. "Oh fuck it! So now you've told
me."

"I certainly have and you've even got yer pyjama coat on to prove yer still
in bed!" he smiled, looked and wondered what the sheet was hiding below the
shiny patch.

"Problem is, it got worse didn't it? well, `cause uumm," Ian blushed, "well
she saw the sheet..."

"I'd have been surprised if she hadn't!" Martin grinned and looked at the
sunlight glinting off the wet patch on the sheet. "You've have a Saturday
morning wank in bed, I'd never have guessed that either."

"Well yeah, not of course that you would!" Ian looked at the sheet and
blushed, then noticed Martin had blushed at the comment as well. "Course,
it didn't help that she'd found me pyjama trousers on the floor."

"Oh, so wot!" said Martin, "It's Saturday, I `spect most of the kids in the
bloody county have had a wank in bed!"

"And you?" asked Ian tentatively.

"Yer, course." it was Martin's turn to look a little embarrassed again. He
laughed.

"Have you ever thought that it's strange that well," Ian shuffled in the
bed, "that we all does it and sometimes now, well us lot do it together
don't we? Yet at times like this d'you still find it hard to admit it and
say, yeah I've just had a wank."

"Ah, I think I see wot you mean. So wot you mean is we ought to say,
instead of like good morning or whatever," Martin paused and started to
grin, "I'd say.. hello Ian I had a wank this morning so I `spect me pyjamas
is still stuck together!"

"That's right. Then I'd reply," Ian started to giggle, "and `cause I was
wearing me pants in bed and I'd cum all over 'em, I ain't got none left to
wear!"

"You did?" Martin suddenly looked Ian in the face. "You fuckin' really
have, haven't, you?"

"Maybe!" Ian blushed again and patted the edge of the bed. "Drag that chair
over and sit here, you can find out for yerself."

"Wot was that?" Martin looked round.

"Sounded like the front slamming to me." Ian grinned. "Bet she's gone off
in a right bloody huff now!"

"So she won't be coming up here," said Martin heading towards the chair,
"and wot about yer dad?"

"I think it's something to do with work, but he's out anyway."

Ian put a hand beneath the sheet and felt his hard cock. The outline of
Martin's briefs were just visible through his jeans as he bent over to move
the chair from the small table. The prospect of half an hour with Martin's
delightful little body was an exciting thought.

"Well, here I am." Martin smiled sheepishly and put the chair by the side
of the bed about level with Ian's stomach so that he was almost facing him.

"Uumm..." Ian suddenly sounded rather lost and dried up. Now that Martin
was sitting literally right there next to the bed the sexual bravado had
abruptly deserted him. Left feeling extremely apprehensive and almost
frightened at what he had been so looking forward only seconds before he
now wanted no sexual contact at all.

"Wass up? You alright?" asked Martin leaning forward and resting an arm on
the side of the bed, "you look a bit, uumm... well like you've gone white,
like something has just scared the shit out of you."

"You know at that bus stop yesterday," began Ian, he paused, swallowed and
with a dry mouth continued, "uumm.. and we all got sorta like, a bit
emotional with all that stuff about brothers and.. you know..."

"Only too well, more than a bit though wasn't it? " Martin forced himself
to smile, "It got you too, didn't it?"

"Yeah, it fuckin' did," Ian blinked. "and it keeps on getting me, that's
the trouble."

"See, the truth is it's.. it's wot I really came round to talk about."
stuttered Martin, he was plainly having some difficulty as
well. "Ian... I'm all fucked up."

"Bleeding hell! You as well then?"

"Yeah." Martin nodded. "Sort of."

"I'm all mixed up between being an only child, that brother bit with Art
and Simon it really got to me and then, you know... what about these
close... uumm.." Ian stopped wondering how to phrase it, "I mean, close,
very fuckin' close... friendships that's now happening between us."

"Was it that obvious I need somebody as well?" asked Martin nervously
moving his hands about.

"It was to me and Nigel." Ian watched Martin running his fingers around
drawing small imaginary circles on the edge of the sheet.

"And... I `spose to Tom and Alex." Martin paused taking a deep
breath. "They know."

"Yeah. That as well." Ian put a hand firmly on top of Martin's and stopped
the drawing.

"You know... you know... I think I'm queer?" Martin looked up with tears in
his eyes. "I worry about it, more and more. In fact, all the fuckin' time!"

"I don't know about that, but do I know you're very attached to them two
and they're very attached to you." Ian squeezed the hand. "And, being
honest some of us is very attached to you as well."

"Shit." his gaze dropped again. "Ain't no secrets is there?"

"No. See Mart," Ian squeezed his hand again, "look at me. I don't know wot
a queer is really. D'you? But I do know that, well about Art and Nigel... I
mean.. obviously they sorta really cares for each other, don't they? Oh
fuck, is that the wrong way of putting it?"

"Probably not, `cause they do, but it's the same question innit? See, is it
sorta like brothers or something else?" Martin held the hand tighter. "Like
say, you and me or like Tom and Alex, none of us hast got is a brother has
he?"

"No, we'd all have liked one wouldn't we? Is that wot we're trying to do?"

"But it ain't that simple is, `cause we ain't and we never will
have. Yesterday waiting for the bus it all hit me like, especially seeing
Simon and Art." pausing Martin looked at Ian and purposely made eye
contact. "I keep thinking about this and the truth is I'm just bloody
kidding meself ain't I? You know wot I mean, do I mean brother or... being
a queer? Oh fuck... I don't know!"

"Please don't cry, you'll start me off as well." Ian leaned forward to
break the contact, he ruffled his hair. "Look I'm as fucking confused as
you are. Listen, you know Nigel and how he does his big brother act, well
while you was with Tom and Alex yesterday. He kissed me and... I liked it."

"Oh, shit! You did? I was crying when Art held me, then he started." Martin
was blinking desperately trying to fight the tears. "It's a fuckin' mess
innit? And he's such a fuckin' mess, not just physically.. but, he's so
fuckin' nice."

"Fuck. I don't understand wot's going on with us all."

"Nor do I. No brothers and I ain't even got a dad." Martin wiped his
eyes. "Mum and I had a talk about it yesterday when I came home, I was
still crying. She misses dad as well, we both cried. That bloke Frank she
had was a bastard."

"Oh fuck." Ian tried to smile, instead a tear ran down his cheek. "Mart, I
don't know wot to do or wot to say."

"Well, mum did suggest that she talk with her brother, uncle Roger and see
if he'd talk with me like." he took a deep breath. "I like him, he had
girls not boys and she thinks he'd happily do it."

"That's nice, but will you?"

"If he says yes, then I will `cause mum's gonna ask him. I gotta find out
wot it's all about and talk to like uncle or somebody, you know.."

"Hey," said Ian, "now you mentioned girls, you ever been out with one or
anything?"

"No!" Martin looked at him in horror. "They scares me to death!"

"I did, about four months back, she lives down the road." Ian blushed. "We
didn't do nothing, I didn't know wot to do or say. We barley held hands, I
felt like a fuckin' idiot and I could tell she was right pissed off and
just wanted to get back to her mates."

"D'you think, they," Martin managed a smile, "d'you think they can wank?"

"I dunno. I mean wot they got?" Ian looked puzzled, "Have you seen a
picture or anything, I only ever saw a torn up page from a dirty book and
it were a sort of hairy lump!"

"I dunno, I ain't never see anything" Martin shrugged his shoulders. "Thing
is me mum gets worried that I might make one pregnant! Silly innit?"

Ian smiled and said nothing.

"Hey," said Martin after a few seconds, he looked up and caught Ian's eye,
"could I get in bed with you? Not to do nothing, you just hold me. Please."

"If you want and you're sure... oh fuck, yeah come on." Ian blinked and
then smiled. "I `spose we got a few minutes before mum comes back. You sure
you want to 'cause I do think that you ought to know..."

"Yeah, I am sure if you really are." Martin started to get up from the
chair. "But, wot was it you think I ought to do?"

"I've cum all over me bed, so might be better if you take yer decent jeans
unless you want spunk over 'em!"

Martin looked at him quizzically.

"Honest, I ain't trying to chat you up! Even me cocks soft!" Ian
smiled. "Honest. Look you've seen I've cum, it's all over the bloody
sheets."

"Yeah, I know. Don't worry, I'm soft as well."

Kicking off his shoes and start undoing the zip, Martin's jeans falling to
the floor to reveal a pair of pale blue Y-fronts with white trimmings,
partly hidden by his T-shirt. With the gravity of the conversation Ian's
erection had subsided earlier, nevertheless he couldn't resist looking at
Martin as he undressed. Other than the ubiquitous sagging bum of the briefs
and no sign of an erection, he concluded that Martin didn't really consider
sex to be on the agenda either.

"Come on," Ian held the corner of the sheet up, "under here."

"I feel a bit, sorta embarrassed doing this." said Martin quietly as he sat
on the edge of the bed. "I do honest, after wot I told you."

"If I'm honest, so do I." Ian blinked, "I wouldn't mind a cuddle, I never
get one off me mum."

Martin looked up and smiled, after a few moments he rather hesitantly lay
down beside him making sure that they didn't quite touch.

"Oh shit! I got the wet patch!" exclaimed Martin seconds later lifting his
right leg in the air and pulling the sheet off before it started to cling.

"Sorry." Ian giggled. Rather awkwardly he put his arm around the small
shoulders, Martin flinched and was drawn closer. "Just lie close and hold
me."

"Ian.." whispered Martin after a few seconds, "you know.. you do know, this
is tricky for me `cause I'm sure I'm gonna end up... queer. It's not right
is it? You still don't mind?"

"No. Not really. I don't know if it's right or wrong," Ian sniffed and
rubbed his eyes with the back of his free hand, "anyway I couldn't give
fuck `cause I just think it's luvly and it's wot I want."

"Oh shit... and me. Hold me."

"You sure?"

"I'm quite sure," Martin paused, "but only if you're sure, you don't
mind. But, bloody well stop if you really ain't sure and tell me."

"Oh God." said Ian under his breath, knowing deep down he was beginning to
have those same confused feelings he had had with Nigel at the bus
stop. This wasn't just having a mutual wank, it was fast becoming more of a
relationship. Unable to think about it in those terms he did as his
instincts wanted and put both arms around Martin. Pulled together so their
heads were over each others shoulder nothing was said for a full minute as
they tried to understand the wave of emotion that had swept over them and
where it was leading.

"Ian..."

"Yesss.." he replied rather hesitantly. "Mart, I don't understand.. I
don't."

"Nor do I and it ain't that. Now," said Martin fidgeting, "don't laugh, but
wot is it that's hanging round me feet and feels wet?"

The tension broken Ian couldn't help but begin to giggle again, "It's me
pants!"

"Wot, you ain't got nothing on, oh shit .. I didn't realise."

"It's `cause yer shorter innit and you didn't explore me!" said Ian with a
hint of resignation. "But I can feel wot's in your's `cause they're pushing
against me tummy."

"Oh shit," muttered Martin, "I was afraid I'd get hard and you'd get the
wrong idea."

"And it's getting really hard now innit?" Ian sounded excited. "I can feel
it growing!"

"Fuck! I know!" said Martin. "I didn't start off thinking this, honest, but
.. now, oh shit!"

"I know you didn't, nor did I. Would it help if.." Ian pushed his own
rapidly hardening cock into Martin's thigh. "Don't you think it's a sign
that we sorta want to do something?"

"I dunno." Martin sighed and unable to stop himself reached round Ian's
waist and pulled them together forcing his growing erection against Ian.

"Mart, we don't," Ian paused, "we don't, have to do nothing. We could just
lie here."

"I know." Martin took a deep breath. "See, I can't really explain this but,
I don't want you to think that we have to do something, now that I've said
I think I'm queer and like boys."

"Hey. Wot? I dunno wot you mean?"

"Because that.. uumm," said Martin slowly, "that we can still be real
friends without doing nothing?"

"Mart, I know that," Ian hugged him, "but I still dunno wot the fuck yer on
about!"

"Oh! Wot I mean is..."

"Mart, just fuckin' shut up! I wanna say something.. this ain't easy."
despite having interrupted Ian then hesitated before continuing, "I don't
give a shit about you being queer or none of that, I like you, it's you the
person, I want you.. I want you... to, to..."

"To wot?" Martin blinked several times, having fantasised about Ian on more
than one occasion this was making him feel slightly ill at ease with
himself.

"Whether you call yerself queer or not makes no difference, yer still who
you is, ain't you? They can call us friends, brothers, queers or whatever,
I don't care but, but.." Ian gradually dried up.

"But, wot?" asked Martin his voice almost cracking.

"But," whispered Ian in his ear, "I care about you... I been thinking a lot
about all this stuff for days. I think it's more than care, but I dunno
know how to say it."

"Oh fuck." A prickly feeling ran up Martin's spine, he felt weak. "Not.."

"Is, is you all right?" asked Ian after a pause. "You ain't said nothing."

"Hhmm." Martin sniffed, cleared his throat and croakily replied. "I'm more
than alright."

"Wot?"

"Have you ever been kissed?" continued Martin still now sounding rather
emotional.

"Wot like by me mum or that?" replied Ian not really attaching any
significance to the question.

"Sort of, but I mean by, by somebody who really cared."

"Oh.. I uumm.. I see.. oh shit!"

Ian's response was cut short when Martin turned to kiss him on his
neck. They pulled slightly apart and looked at each other, it was obvious
to Ian that Martin was embarrassed at his involuntary action.

"Mart, now don't say nothing, maybe I'm queer too, I dunno. But listen,"
Ian spoke quietly, whilst very slowly starting to hump his erection into
the front of Martin's bulging underpants, "you knows in the movies when
they kisses on the lips, I ain't never done that with nobody and.."

"Nor me," interrupted Martin, "it's meant to be real sexy and that innit?"

"But, d'you think it just for girls or.." said Ian sounding hopeful. "I
dunno."

"I dunno either," Martin giggled, "why don't we find out? Nobody's gonna
know are they?"

"Come on." whispered Ian.

Slowly leaning towards Martin, Ian was blushing on the outside and
trembling on the inside, neither being really sure what to do they pursed
their lips in readiness for the moment of contact. It seemed to take an
awfully long time before they lips actually touched, but when they did it
turned out to be a rather long, wet and slobbery event. Finally having
broken off Ian looked at Martin as he wiped the dribbles from his chin,
they both knew they were red in the face, but none the less it was a new
and very exciting sensation.

"I nearly came in me pants!" was all Martin could utter before bursting
into a highly embarrassed giggle.

"Do it again then," said Ian excitedly, "and, and lets push our willy's
together, we might both cum."

"I always thought kissing was a soppy sorta girly thing, but... fuckin'
hell!" replied Martin abandoning all pretence of being coy.

"Oh shit, shit! Wot am I doing!" thought Ian to himself, totally unsure
where his actions were taking him and from where, there would certainly be
no going back.

"You sure?" whispered Martin.

"I think so." Ian replied hoarsely.

Martin, equally confounded by the speed of events and his escalating
attraction for Ian took a very deep breath, tried to control the fluttering
feeling in his stomach, closed his eyes and leant forward again. Neither
had much of clue, but nevertheless soon discovered their tongues had
another purpose. Slobbering over each other whilst grinding their genitalia
together and helped by a little dexterous finger work it wasn't long before
spots of precum started to adorn Martin's pale blue briefs.

Producing such constant dribbles of precum like never before Martin was
convinced that most of his tongue appeared to be drawn down Ian's throat, a
most exquisite sensation for both boys. Ian for his part was sucking on it
as though it were a sexual organ with such fervour that his own ejaculation
was imminent, he managed to squeeze a hand between them to grope his way
into Martin's wet briefs. Drawing the elastic to one side he roughly pushed
his cock inside, the cotton slippery with precum offering little
resistance. Once inside merely just touching against Martin's cock was
sufficiently stimulating to start Ian's ejaculation which in turn pushed
Martin over the edge. Beginning to jerk and groan he, like Ian was unable
to control himself and roughly pulling Ian to him, he shot the contents of
his balls into his briefs and Ian's pulsing cock.

Firmly pressed between the boys and absolutely sodden with two loads of
warm spunk the thin cotton of the Y-fronts stuck to both boys, the excess
spunk seeping down between Martin's legs to end up smeared over Ian and his
bed.

"Shit. Wot we done? I just cum twice in half an hour!" it was Ian who spoke
first.

"Something wonderful. I could stay here all day." said Martin dreamily, he
turned and passionately kissed Ian on the neck.

Ian open his eyes wide, a tingle ran up his spine. The ramifications of the
emotional aspect were finally sinking in, his mind was reeling. At first he
wanted Martin to leave, then he wanted him to stay. Then he burst into
tears, it was all too sudden and far too much.

"Wot is it?" asked Martin anxiously sitting up and putting an arm around
his shoulder. "Wot's fuckin' happened?"

"I dunno, I'm... oh fuck!" more tears, Ian buried his head in the
pillow. "I'm..."

"Please, tell me.. is it... it's me? Innit? Oh fuck.. it is innit?" tears
were already forming, he could see his dream was shattered. "You don't want
me.. do you?"

"Yes, it's you," blurted out Ian in between snuffles, "I don't know wot I
fuckin' want.. but.. but, I know do I wants you! I want you!"

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Chap 86 to follow