Date: Thu, 12 Jan 2012 23:29:53 +0000
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Chapter 87 Brief encounters

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 87 --  All in the mind


"I still don't understand it." Ian looked at the table. "How do we know wot
we're gonna be?"

"Well I dunno, ain't got a clue" Martin looked at the pattern on his mug,
"maybe it's not wot we know, but it's how we feel?"

"You mean like, I can feel that I... I, like you?" Ian paused, now he'd
said it.

"I know that," Martin smiled, "you didn't have to say it."

"But I wanted to, I've been trying to say it for ages."

Martin just smiled and blinked by way of a second reply.

"But, it worries me... `cause I still don't know if I'm gonna be..."

"Queer, y'mean?" Martin interrupted, "it's a hard word to say innit, queer?
I keep saying it to meself, but it don't get no easier. I'll say it, I'm
gonna be queer!"

"Don't say it like that. Wish there was a nicer word, I can't
say.. homosexual either." Ian blushed. "I wonder if I am? You know I've
done things with Art and Nige."

"Yer, and I've done stuff with Art and with.." Martin took a deep breath,
"well with Tom and Alex and all them younger ones. Sometimes I feel very
guilty `cause of their age, is it 'cause I think I'm leading them on?"

"Don't think so, they're a randy lot. I think they want you as much as you
want them.. oh.." Ian stopped mid sentence, "oh fuck! I'm sorry I didn't
mean it like that."

"I know wot you meant." Martin smiled and reached across the table to put
his hand on top of Ian's. "But yer right ain't you?"

"Possibly." Ian smiled apologetically. "It's different with us innit, we're
all the same sort of age so it's not like we're sort of taking advantage of
somebody younger is it?"


"Yeah true, but do we just want to do it for.. uumm.. like just the
physical thing or `cause we feels something for each other?"

"Physical thing? That sounds posh!" said Ian. "You mean, having a quick
wank and then forgetting about it?"

"Sort of, I do that a lot anyway!" Martin winked. "Or are we doing it with
somebody we like, `cause we really feels something for that person?"

"Dunno, depends, could be either. Sometimes I just wanna do it `cause I
wanna have a wank or that, then other times.." Ian scratched the bumfluff
on his chin. He looked Martin full in the face, "But yer right. With you
it's different, truth is that I... oh fuck it.. I just want you, `cause you
attract me!"

"I know, I know. I can feel it! And it's mutual." Martin blinked. "Wot's
that phrase I heard on the telly the other night.. uumm... vibes, that's
it. I can feel yer vibes. I might as well say that, well and I want you as
well."

"Yeah, I'd hoped you would." Ian sighed and then smiled. "Bloody tricky
though innit, to really admit this stuff?"

"Very, it's taken us some time hasn't it? But now we have," Martin
nodded. "so we gotta be really careful, `cause we can't be seen or say
anything to nobody other than sorta Art, Nige and that can we?"

"Shit, no! Imagine if a rumour that we're queer started going round the
school!"

"Fuckin' hell! No, I can't. I'd just fuckin' die!" Martin took a deep
breath. "But it's true though innit?"

"Yer and it don't matter to me," Ian blinked, "I wants you and not wot yer
been labelled."

Martin said nothing he just looked at him wide eyed to keep from blinking.

"Mart," Ian broke the silence, "there's something I wanna ask, wot.."

"Wot?" asked Martin. "There ain't gonna be no secrets, ask me anything."

"Well, uumm ..  so how do Tom and that fit into all this then?"

"Ah, that, thought you'd ask. Oh shit, I dunno really. Truth is I'm all a
bit fucked up over that." Martin bit his lip. "It's hard to put into
words."

"Well don't then, if it's that awkward. I ain't jealous or nothing, I just
wondered that's all." it was Ian's turn to reach over and touch Martin's
hand.

"I'll try. See... I've sorta talked about it with Tom and Alex and
uumm.. the way it came out was that we looks on each others as sorta
brothers." Martin blinked again. "That make sense?"

"Yer, sort of, `cause well they ain't got none," Ian's hand remained as he
added, "nor have you."

"Or you," Martin closed his eyes tightly, "but then, it's worse innit?
`cause I ain't I got no dad either and..."

He paused and clenched his fists, "well there ain't been nobody really has
there?"

"You got me going now as well," Ian blinked, "now that we've both admitted
it."

"I know, from having nobody a few weeks back to now having you lot!"
Martin's voice was cracking as he opened his eyes. "It's nice."

"See, I'm not jealous or nothing of them, you know that." Ian squeezed his
hand. "Just wondered how it worked, in yer mind y'know."

"Oh I know all that, don't worry." repeatedly blinking he held onto Ian's
hand and continued rather hesitantly. "I know you won't say nothing, at
night I've wanked and thought about them... and then lay there trying to
work out if it's just young boys that turn me on or.. or if there is
something in this brother bit. I don't know, I'm all muddled up."

"I think it's both." replied Ian after a pause. "I ain't never admitted it,
but I'd let any of `em do whatever they wanted to me! They're so fuckin'
sweet!"

"You?" Martin looked surprised. "I didn't think.. `cause they're younger
and that."

"Yer. Well we all got secrets ain't we?" Ian looked embarrassed to admit
it. "So now you know one of mine and that you ain't the only one to have
wanked over 'em at bedtime!"

"Oh shit!" Martin wiped his eyes and slowly smiled. "So it's not just me is
it?"

"No, course it's not. I get a bloody hard on just looking at 'em at times!"
Ian blushed again.

"I know wot you mean."

"But Mart don't you see, for you it's much more than that. They looks up to
you and trusts you, like I `spose any younger brother might do. To them you
are wot they both miss and.." Ian took a breath, "and they mean something
to you as well, don't they? They're helping to fill that missing bit in
your life as well, d'you see? Does that make sense?"

Martin knew two things, first it made perfect adolescent sense and second
that the tears were welling in his eyes again.

"Brothers do sex don't they, so uumm.. I dunno how to put it," Ian
continued, "but between you three there's something special which you all
know is there. You can sorta feel it, like yer vibes thing see, there a lot
more to it than just sex isn't there?"

"Definitely. They're so cute and sorta innocent, they'd do wotever I
wanted." he wiped his eyes. "I `spose I now begin to think of 'em little
brothers and.. as brothers we can do things between us can't we?"

"You can do wot you like, as brothers." Ian squeezed his hand and
smiled. "Look at Art and Simon, they do."

"You makes it all sound so easy," he wiped his eyes again, "so wot about us
then?"

"Ah. That's different," Ian smiled again, "because we wants each other not
as brothers but as.. as.."

"Queers? Homosexuals?"

"If that's wot the feelings between us is then, yeah I `spose so." Ian made
a face, "Horrible word innit, homosexual?"

"Fuckin' horrible, but I don't give a shit about them words!" Martin
grabbed his hand and made an effort to look into his eyes. "I just want
you. I don't know anything except over these last few weeks I've been
wanting you and so afraid to say anything in case you didn't want to know."

"Oh fuck, wish you'd said something earlier." Ian swallowed hard.

"So do I, but I wasn't brave enough. I have now." trying to blink back the
tears Martin managed a smile, "D'you really think we will be?"

"Be wot? Be homosexual?" Ian shrugged. "I really dunno, honestly."

"I'm bloody sure I am!"

"Sometimes I think I do, but I don't know. Honest. I `spose if we knew the
answer to wot we'd all turn out like we could make a fortune."

"Hey, want a laugh? I heard a joke about that." Martin appeared to brighten
up.

"Go on then."

"Well, how do gypsies know when they're cumming!"

"How the fuck do I know!" said Ian already starting to giggle. "Wot a
stupid question!"

"They.. they..." Martin burst out laughing, "they looks in their crystal
balls!"

"You are a daft sod! Hey! That's the same fuckin' stupid joke Nigel told."

"Yeah, I know, silly innit?" Martin paused and again put his hand on top of
Ian's, "Does it matter wot we calls it? It won't change how I am or wot I
want will it?"

"No, I `spose not. D'you know wot I'd really like is to, to," said Ian
quietly, "to have you in me bed for a night! Would you?"

"Yes, you had to ask! D'you know I've been hard for last few minutes, wot
you doing to me?" Martin blushed and wriggled around on the chair trying to
get a hand into his underpants to release his growing erection and ended up
giggling. "Your pants is still all wet with cum!"

"You wanted to wear 'em!" said Ian grinning.

"There's one other important thing," Martin looked at Ian, "I mean `spose
we get the... chance.. to sorta do something with somebody else, should we?
Would you.. uumm.. mind?"

"No." Ian grinned. "I don't mind, we gotta take wot we can. You're gonna
wanna do something with Tom's lot I `spect anyway...and.. I still want,
well... "

"Art? You dirty sod!" Martin grinned. "You don't mind? Really?"

"Nah, we got something more than a quick wank or something ain't we? Think
about Nige and Art they swops about, but they're sorta together"

"Yeah, I `spose like Tom and Alex, same sorta thing?"

Ian smiled, "Look, this afternoon I'm supposed to be in that fuckin' shed
with Art and Nige.."

"You got no escape then!" said Martin interrupting, "And tomorrow afternoon
I'm `sposed to be there with Tom and all his mates."

"I know and I ain't gonna tell you wot's gonna happen either." Ian
giggled. "But I'm sure we'll all be changing pants and partners later on!"

"Hang on, wot's that?" suddenly Martin put down his mug and swung round in
his chair. "Oh, is she back?"

"I think so."

Martin cocked his head to hear the front door being closed and quickly
pulled his hand from the front of his jeans.

"Oh," Ian looked worried, "I don't want a row or anything, I just want her
to try and understand.. like dad sorta does."

"Right, be normal, bet she won't say nothing."

Ian looked nervously about and crossed his fingers as the footsteps came
down the hall towards the kitchen.

"Hello mum, been shopping."

"Yes, what else?" she walked into the kitchen to see the two boys sat at
the table with mugs of tea.

"Hello Mrs Douglas." Martin smiled.

"Oh, so you got him up then?" she smiled back.

"Oh yes," Martin kicked Ian under the table as he said the words, "he was
up already."

"Want some tea mum," Ian coughed to cover his blushes and hoped the pair of
them didn't look as emotional as they had been minutes before, "we made a
pot for breakfast."

"Breakfast, look at the time!" she smiled and then turned to put the
shopping bag down and start to unpack it. "Please, I'll just put this lot
away."

"Fine, I'll get a cup." said Ian, he looked at Martin and shrugged his
shoulders.

Martin gave Ian the thumbs up and winked, thinking that it looked as though
she had calmed down and hopefully moved on.

Ian stood up and almost immediately winced but said nothing, Martin looked
at him wondering whatever the problem could be. All Ian could offer by way
of a answer was to mouth the one word, pubes! He clawed at the front of his
jeans to try to free his pubic hairs which had already started to adhere to
Martin's small underpants. Finally realising what had happened Martin
pointed and tried not to laugh as Ian turned away from the room to face the
cupboards. With some difficulty he forced his hand inside the tight
waistband and pulled at the sticky cotton to peel it away from his body
before reaching into the cupboard. Grabbing a mug he turned back to the
table looking and feeling as though he had pulled the hairs out by the
roots, he rather gingerly sat down and put the mug on the table.

"There, that's done." said Mrs Douglas folding up the shopping bag and
going back to the table. "Now where's that tea?"

"Me mum says putting the shopping away is the worst bit." said Martin
making an effort to keep a light hearted conversation going and avoid
giggling at Ian's predicament. Only then did he see Ian, sitting just out
of his mother sight purposely starting to sniff the hand which had been
inside his shorts with the sole intention of making Martin laugh.

"Oh Ian, you know I'd much rather have a cup and saucer than a mug." she
turned and smiled at him.

"Sorry, I forgot." replied Ian rapidly putting his hand down and trying to
look innocent. "I'll get you one."

With fixed smile and the distinct feeling more hairs were being extracted,
Ian slowly stood up to get the requisite cup and saucer from the
cupboard. Martin watched the performance and began to realise that he may
well be short of a father, but at least his mother acted as he thought a
mother should. With such a prim and proper home life was it really any
wonder that Ian struggled at times or even decided to rebel against his
mothers suffocating ways when etiquette all became a bit much?



Having made so many disparaging comments about Art's constant preoccupation
with masturbation to no detriment of his non-existent goalkeeping skills,
Roger was finally standing very nervously almost opposite his
nemesis. Sensing that at last Roger and his big mouth were about to be put
firmly in their place the other boys gathered round waiting to see how Art
would react after Roger's insults and jibes.

"Have a butchers then, it's wot you wanted innit?"

In one swift movement Art pulled the elasticated waistband of both his
shorts and briefs away from his body allowing the solitary eye of his
purple headed organ to look blearily up to the sky. The younger boys were
amazed at Art's very blatant action letting out a collective groan and
instinctively moved forward in the hope of getting a glimpse of whatever it
was that had been tenting the front of his shorts. As they moved forward
Roger found himself being unwillingly propelled closer to Art, their faces
ending up only inches apart.

"Don't be shy!" said Art smiling. Very calmly he grasped hold of the collar
of Roger's shirt forcing him to bend over and look into the fetid interior
of what amounted to the horrors of Pandora's Pants.

The sexual excitement had been steadily building since Art had first made a
show of the bulge in his shorts and with Roger having being forced to look
the other boys continued to jostle forward still in the hope of catching a
look at Art's mighty weapon. Having literally seen it all before neither
Simon, Tom or Alex joined in, instead they smiled at each other and awaited
Roger's reaction. Tom in particular looked at the front of his shorts and
that of the other boys who now it seemed were all starting to develop
erections. Since football shorts didn't have pockets all penile adjustments
had to be carried out from the front meaning sex was most definitely and
quite visibly in the air. Could it have been the collective thoughts of
forceably undressing somebody in the park that were the cause of these
erections, one thing was sure and that that somebody was most certainly not
going to be Art as intended, but Roger.

"So is that worth playing with then?"

Art pushed himself towards Roger as he stared into the grubby white briefs,
framing the twitching cyclopean head of his much abused organ. Other than
nodding mechanically Roger didn't know what to, nor had he any idea of what
was going to happen next. Put rather graphically he was fucked! Was it
despite or because of the bizarre circumstances that his own cock was now
swelling inside his football shorts.

"Well, is it then?" demanded Art now quite determined to extract his pound
of flesh.

"Yyesss.." stuttered Roger seemingly unable to take his eyes off it despite
his panic.

"Well go on then, you play with it!"

Roger looked aghast. He glanced quickly towards the excited audience, them
to Art and finally back to the shorts. With sweat breaking out on his
forehead he just froze.

With something of a theatrical move Art let go of his shorts and as they
twanged to his waist it brought a muffled groan of disappointment came from
some of the boys.

"You wanna put yer money where yer big mouth is kid!" said Art releasing
Roger's collar and staring into his bulging eyes. "If you's going round
making comments like that you gotta be able to back 'em up."

Rooted to the spot Roger could do nothing except look terrified and wonder
what was to happen to him next.

"Now wot I think is that.." Art paused and grinning evilly looked around at
the other boys. It seemed were hanging on his every word and obviously
expecting something of an erectile nature to happen.

"Wot the fuck's he gonna do now?" whispered Alex to Simon.

"Fuck know's!" replied Simon trying not to laugh. "It's about time that big
headed fuckin' Roger got taught a lesson innit?"

"Wot I think is.." repeated Art to full effect and captured his audience,
"you've seen mine, so now I'm gonna see yours.."

Roger looked petrified nobody had ever seen his cock other than during
lightening changes in the gym.

"In fact," added Art to a collective murmur of appreciation, "we're all
gonna see yours!"

With that he abruptly bent down, grabbed at Roger's shorts and wrenched
them together with his white underpants down to the ground. Roger might
well have been still rooted to the spot but it didn't stop him instantly
turning a brilliant shade of red as the boys instantly became convulsed in
laughter and pointed at the hairless erection.

"It's all bent!" hooted Paul pointing.

"He could piss up his own ass with that!" added Alan in between guffaws of
laughter.

Indeed it was bent, really bent. Unfortunately for Roger fate had dealt him
the curse of the bent willy syndrome! Meaning, instead of going anywhere
near the vertical when erect, it bent outwards and downwards. Unfortunately
for Roger ignominy didn't end these since his foreskin resembled the end of
a chipolata sausage!

"Fuckin' hell look at that!" exclaimed Art equally amazed, he crouched down
to take a really good look at it. "How d'you wank with that then?"

That did it the magic word wank, still a mystery to some of them, but
plainly not all. The boys were in hysterics and looked towards Art as they
awaiting his next pearl of wisdom. Roger, now utterly scarlet and looking
close to tears desperately tried to cover his wilting erection with shaking
hands.

Understandably, Art was also having difficulty in saying anything coherent
without laughing. He pointed to the crumpled up shorts and briefs around
Roger's feet and prepared to fire his parting shot. Although, it was
actually to be more of a broadside.

"And, I'll tell you something else kid.. the thing is..." he paused to try
to compose himself, stuttering between guffaws, "you.. you.. you ought to
learn to wipe yer ass.. look at the state of yer fuckin' pants.. wot's yer
mummy gonna say!"

With the boys literally starting to fall about laughing now that large
skidmark had been so eloquently brought to their attention, Art turned and
began to nonchalantly wander off home. Pushing one hand down the front of
his shorts he scratched the end of his cock, pulled his drooping briefs up
yet again and muttered as he passed Simon.

"Fuckin' told you, didn't I? Fuckin' football, wot a load of fuckin'
bollocks!"



Listening as the front door closed behind Martin, Ian swirled the dregs of
tea about in the bottom of his mug and looked at the tea leaves. Was it
true tea leaves could tell the future?

"I'm sorry about earlier." his mothers voice broke what was rapidly
becoming an embarrassing silence.

"Oh.. uumm.." he looked up, unsure how to react.

"Dad told me that I should leave you to.. to.." fiddling with her teacup
she was obviously as nervous as he was, "uumm.. I mean.. you're growing
up.."

"Mum... I.." Ian felt awful, quite plainly his mother was trying make
amends. That was something which happened all too infrequently, but
nevertheless was a very welcome development.

"He say's you're a young man now and.."

"Mum.. he's right.." Ian interrupted grasping the opportunity to state his
case, "see I don't need telling wot to do all the time now."

"I know." she smiled weakly, "but, it's a hard habit to break."

"I know that too." unable to stop himself Ian reached across the table and
held her hand. "You gotta sort of accept that.. that I'm.. uummm.. doing,
doing other things.."

"I think know what you're trying to say.." she stopped unable to broach the
subject of masturbation by name.

Ian simply nodded, turning red with embarrassment he may have been, but at
least the subject was being acknowledged and he knew he had to continue to
assert his position.

"I didn't have a brother.. maybe that would have helped me understand these
things." she blushed, however innocuous it was still a hard thing for her
to say.

"Mum... but, but.. hasn't dad sorta explained?"

"Yes, he has sort of," she paused, "it was difficult for both of us, d'you
see that?"

"Yes." Ian winced, he could imagine how it must have been.

"And, I now see you have to..  uumm.. let you... uumm... but," she was
still finding it very, very hard to address the subject directly, "but,
but.. could you just try and be a little more.. discrete? Please, for me."

"Yes.. sorry.. I've never meant to.. to.. "

Ian stuttered to stop finding it difficult discussing the subject when it
was never mentioned! Inwardly he was genuinely pleased they were rebuilding
their strained relationship even if two amusing trains of thought were
starting to run though his mind even as they spoke. The first of his father
trying to explain the urges of adolescent masturbation and secondly, he was
more or less being asked to keep the noise down when masturbating!

"And, Ian finally.. I, I don't know how to say this.." she blushed heavily
and avoided eye contact by looking ay her watch.

"Wot, mum, wot is it? We might as well say it all."

Ian sensed whatever was going to be said next was somehow going to
contribute to their ultimate joint embarrassment. He waited for the reply
knowing that his face was already beginning to burn a deep shade of red.

"It's.. it's the.. the.." she cleared her throat and took a deep
breath. Speaking rapidly and sounding very anxious the words were almost
incoherent in their speed of delivery, "it's the washing! It's all over
your bedding, your clothes.. and, and your underpants, it's dreadful! It's
over everything! Can you please, please.. try to.. well, just don't make it
so obvious."

The phrase "it's over everything" with emphasise on the word "it's"
absolutely knocked Ian's remaining confidence flat leaving him feeling
utterly ashamed. To hurt his mother by way of his deposits had never been
his intention, it was more that sometimes in the heat of the moment as any
boy knew it couldn't be avoided!

There was no question that both sides had not had their say. They both sat
there equally embarrassed, after what seemed like an age she reached over
to quickly touch his hand.

"Now, I really must get on." she stood up sounding almost as though nothing
had been said.

"Are you alright mum?" asked Ian quietly looking up, knowing that he must
have still appeared quite embarrassed.

"I think so, anything else I'm leaving for your father to deal with." she
managed to smile, "Ian.. just be more discrete. Please, for me? This has
been very difficult."

Unable to remember the last time they had been so close, Ian stood up and
quickly pecked her on the cheek before rushing out of the kitchen.

What with Martin and now his mother it had been a very eventful, not to say
extremely emotional morning.

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 Chap 88 to follow