Date: Wed, 25 Jan 2012 11:00:01 +0000 From: tom Subject: Brief encounters chap 88 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 *************************************************************************************************** **************************************************************************************************** Another epic chapter, this one and the next could well include certain actions which have only been hinted at up to now. I thought I might as well have a go at elaborating on the subject but, please note I am no expert in this! If you think I have got it somewhere about right I would like to hear from you, especially if you have any (polite) suggestions or ideas! ************************************************************************************************** Chapter 88 – Economical with the truth Maybe the younger boys had got it right wearing shorts all the time, so mused Art as he waltzed home with breeze blowing up the legs of his football shorts and wafting through the ill fitting underpants. Delighted with his performance at putting the obnoxious little Roger in his place he looked forward to telling Nigel of his football adventures later that afternoon. "And how was football then?" Barely through the front garden gate Art's daydreams were interrupted by his father appearing from the garage by the side of the house. "Horrible! Wot a waste of effort." replied Art grinning, "I ain't doing that again." "D'you know I guessed that's what you'd say." Ted smiled and looked at his number one son. As ever he looked an unkempt mess with the inevitable bulge so easily discernable through the thin shorts. "Simon and that, they'll be back soon, I'd had enough and left `em!" said Art making to put a hand in his pocket to massage his half erect member, then realising the downside of football shorts in that they didn't have any pockets! "But don't you have football at school, in games?" "At school?" repeated Art slowly. Telepathy was a wonderful thing. "Mmhh... school. You know that place you go to supposedly learn things at." "Oh no! Oh dad.." the colour began to drain from his face, "it's that note innit?". "I'm afraid so, it didn't really tell me anything." "That's lucky!" said Art to himself. "Where'd you want to talk about it then," asked Ted, "our usual bench in the back garden?" "Does mum know anything about it?" "Not really, well not yet," he watched for Art's reaction, "maybe she won't have to." Art's reaction was to say nothing. Instead he started rapidly think about what he was going to say. He followed his father out through the side door of the garage and into the rear garden. "So where is mum?" asked Art nervously looking around as he sat down. "Shopping or whatever she does, she's out somewhere and just for the minute so is Simon. So let's get on before they come back. Why the note from Mr Hawkins?" "I think he want's to talk to you." replied Art stating the obvious. "I know that from the note, what's it about? I'd like to know before I speak to him." It was of course the question Art had been dreading. He bit his lip, looked at the grass and remained silent. "Art, please, come on." Ted was apprehensive, wondering what had he been up to now. "Please don't tell me you've been doing something at school, not like you did in the park?" "You gonna get mad?" asked Art nervously fidgeting on the bench. "I don't know till you tell me what it's about, do I?" "It weren't like the park.. promise.." "Well, that's a good start. Go on then, tell me." "He want's to help, dad he really do." "Who?" "Mr Hawkins." "Art, please just tell me." Ted's patience was been stretched. "What's it all about?" "Please don't get mad at me." Art caught his eye. It was that look, Ted wilted inside. How could he get really mad when at that age he had also endured the very same insatiable urges and knew only too well what Art, a self-confessed compulsive masturbator was going through. "See dad, you knows Nige and I.. we, we do things.. and.. he, well.. I mean we'd.. uumm.. been in the bog.." Art looked up expectantly hoping his father would guess why, from the look on his face he obviously had! Even though Art was going to offer his father a very truncated and sanitized version of the events it had to contain enough information to make Mr Hawkins request to talk plausible. Vitally, he had to omit all mention of Ian's semen soaked underpants that he had been wearing and it was the sight of those had actually been the turning point as far as Miss Jameson was concerned. "Oh Art. I might have guessed," sighed Ted shaking his head, "well at least you did it in the toilet." "Yer, we did" he muttered, red with embarrassment at having to admit masturbating with Nigel in the school toilets, "then we went straight out to classes." "And.." "In maths I had to stand up to open a window and.." he looked up at his father who was obviously waiting for some dire news. "and.. and me trousers fell down!" "Was that it?" Ted looked rather puzzled and expecting to hear far worse. "I'm sure trousers fall or even get pulled down now and again, especially in school with you and that randy lot." "Well they do. But no, it weren't all.." muttered Art. Clenching his fists he took a deep breath and prayed his father was in an understanding mood as he nervously concluded. "It weren't all, all what?" "Dad.. see... me willy was still up.. you know.. I had me hard-on and.. and.. me pants had fell down as well!" "Oh bloody hell!" "And as Miss was standing right by.." "Who the hell's Miss?" interrupted Ted, his good humour beginning to desert him, "I thought the teacher was Mr Hawkins?" "Miss Jameson, she were taking the lesson." Art stared at the grass hoping the lawn would open up and swallow him. "Having seen me like it.. she, she said it were best if a male teacher dealt with it.. so, I, I ended up with Mr Hawkins." Ted sat back and closed his eyes. The genes that dominated self-abuse from his side of the family had an awful lot to answer for and he knew it wasn't strictly all Art's fault. Lately though, just to add to his parental pressures he had sensed that Simon was starting to follow in both their oversexed footsteps. "Dad.." Art sounded on the verge of tears, "dad, wot you gonna do?" "I don't know." adding after a long pause and scratching his head. "Who else knows about it?" "Uumm... Simon and.. and.." Art dried up. "And?" he tapped his arm, "Come on, who else? A few of your friends?" "No, about.. half the school!" croaked Art, his head in his hands. "Oh my God." Ted sat back. "You bloody fool!" "All the class were laughing when they seen me hard-on," said Art quietly screwing his eyes up in a bid to stop the tears, "course, when the lesson was over they went straight out and told everybody." What was done was done, Ted could see that. If Art was telling the truth there seemed little point in losing his temper and destroying the delicate father son relation he had spent so much time fostering. In reality, so what if a teacher and the class had seen a boys erection, it probably wouldn't be the first time nor the last. Besides, it appeared that Art had suffered some punishment purely by being caught in such an embarrassing situation anyway. Had on the other hand, he been seen masturbating in class or some public area of the school that would put a totally different complexion on it. "So what does Mr Hawkins know?" asked Ted after a pause, "What am I supposed to say to him?" "Uumm.. dad are you, you mad?" Art rubbed his eyes. "What do you think?" with that he reached over and put his arm around him. "You really are a total fucking idiot!" "Dad! You don't swear like that!" shocked, Art looked up and then cuddled into him. "It happens, but rarely." it was time for Ted to blink. "You'd try the patience of a saint!" "You wot?" "Just tell me about Mr Hawkins." "He knows about me and Nigel having a wann... uumm.. masturbating.." he looked at the grass again, "he don't worry about that, he says all boys do it." "He's right there," Ted almost smiled, "some more than others!" "But," Art paused, "but, he's nice and he understands. I sorta told him, that I, well you know that I can't stop doing it." "Oh my God, that was honest, you must really trust him." he squeezed his shoulder, "I know you can't stop, what you've got to do is try and then control where you do it." "Yer I like him, he's normal, he sorta understands boys." Art had an innocent, almost naive look on his face. "He said it weren't worth bollocking me, better to talk about it, if I's doing it that much." "I think you're lucky, it sounds like he cares. I could imagine a lot of other teachers just getting mad. I'll ring him after school on Monday as he suggests. Although, quite what we do I have no idea." "I knows. But wot about mum? You.. you gonna tell her?" Ted watched the hands twitching as the question was posed. "What about her? I think this very much a boy problem and I don't honestly think she'd understand." "So?" asked Art nervously. "So, no. I don't think so not right now," he smiled, "if I can sort something out with Mr Hawkins, although what I don't quite know." "Dad, thanks." "You've told me the truth, haven't you?" he tapped him on the shoulder. "Look me in eye and tell me." Art looked up, it was another one of those looks. Ted held eye contact, blinked, gave him a final hug and stood up. "Yer, but dad, did I say that.." The conversation had gone far better than he could have ever hoped. However, Art was fully conscious that he couldn't lie or mislead his father simply because it just wasn't in him. Economical with the truth he may have been, but nevertheless he wanted to at least hint towards the state of his clothing and feel he hadn't actually deceived. "Oh no!" Ted fixed him with his gaze as he quickly sat back down. Surely there were no more damaging revelations? "Did you say what?" "That, me uumm.. me.. pants had cum on 'em?" Art was obviously extremely embarrassed at having to say it aloud, "that's wot got Miss Jameson really going when she saw it." "Oh no... you don't mean," Ted paused as it sank in, "you'd ejaculated in them, in the toilet? Oh my God! No wonder she wanted a male teacher!" Blushing a deep red Art nodded, burst into tears and finally spluttered, "I'm sorry dad.. I'd cum in `em.. I can't help it.. I can't.. I can't stop!" "You really don't make it easy for yourself, do you?" Ted sighed, leant over and kissed him on top of the head. Knowing there was no real option and that physical punishment was not the answer, he needed to think. "Now don't say anything else, just go and wash your face and tidy up, you look a mess." Art didn't say anything else, instead he threw his arms around his neck as the tears rolled down his cheeks. "Well, that tit Roger got it then," Tom grinned. "about time too, he's always telling somebody wot to do." "Nope, don't think he'll be back," said Alex, "Art really had him, didn't he? Or as me dad would say, he got stitched up like a kipper!" "Who? Wot!" Simon screwed up his face. "Wot's a fuckin' kipper when it's at home?" "It's one of them fish things innit, tastes like burnt leather with bones! Me mum bought some once." said Tom with a look of disgust. "They was yuk, but dad liked 'em." "Well dad's would, wouldn't they!" said Alex. "Sure mine would." "Probably." "Well how'd you stitch one up then?" Simon was now even more puzzled, "And wot d'you do with it when you've stitched it up, d'you put it on plate or something?" "Oh you silly sod, it's just an expression innit?" said Alex smiling, "It's like saying.. uumm.. pigs will fly, innit?" "Wot? Pigs can fly?" Simon stopped walking and looked at Alex in amazement, "How? I ain't never heard that, how?" "Fuckin' hell Simon! Wake up, he's pulling yer pisser!" Tom started to laugh. "You bugger! I'll pull your fuckin' pisser as well!" Simon moved to grab Alex who was already getting out the way. "You can pull it any time!" Alex stuck his tongue out. "But only if I can pull your's!" "Anytime." "Well, there's one pisser I'll bet we won't be pulling `cause that belongs to Roger!" said Tom, "Bet he don't come near us after that lot." "Nah, he won't be back. Not now we've all see his willy and had a good laugh at it!" said Simon grinning. "Cor, wot a funny thing, all pointing down like that." said Alex demonstrating with a bent finger. "I think," said Tom already starting giggle, "that if he had a good wank, you could reckon that instead of cumming, he went!" "Wot over his feet?" "Can you imagine that!" added Simon now starting to giggle. "Hey, just think if he wanted to have piss with a hard on, he'd have to wear fuckin wellies!!" "You stupid sod!" said Tom laughing. "Talking of having piss, I'm bursting," said Alex reaching down to squeeze the end of his cock through his shorts, "I'm nipping in them bushes for a quick piss before we get out of the park, so just hang on and wait for me a min." "Come on, let's go and watch." said Tom nudging Simon after standing still for all of ten seconds and having watched the sight of Alex's tight shorts disappearing towards the rhododendron bushes. "Yer. I could almost do with a piss now that he's said it, it's catching innit?" Simon grinned, held his erection and pointed to Alex's behind as he headed a gap in the bushes. "Look, you can just see them blue pants, through his shorts." "Wot is about seeing wot's in shorts that's such a turn on?" asked Tom. "It's giving me a hard on!" "Giving?" asked Simon. "I got one!" "You disgusting boy. Come on let's creep up on him," said Tom starting to follow, "we'll creep in by that big bush over there, he might not see us." "Well bloody hurry up, I'm all worked up for that piss now!" "Just hold yer willy and shut up a minute!" Partly obscured by the bushes Alex was standing with his left hand holding up the right leg of his shorts as his right pulled out his semi hard cock out through the gap. Aiming at the bush in front a stream of steaming golden pee spluttered from the end of his swelling cock, he played it on the leaves and sighed in relief. Unaware that under cover of the splashing sounds Tom and Simon, both now sporting erections had managed to creep up right behind him. "Oi! Wot are you doing, you dirty little boy!" Tom did his best theatrical impression of deep older voice with such volume that Alex literally jumped in the air and spun round to see who it was. At first struck dumb with shock, Alex finally replied, "Fuck off you buggers!" Crying with laughter Tom and Simon were unable to reply, they just about managed to support each other and pointed at the expression on Alex's face. Moments later though, Alex also broke into a wide grin and started to laugh, the reason having become very apparent to first Tom and then Simon. "Oh fuckin' hell!" exclaimed Tom looking down. It was his turn to be taken aback, the front of his shorts were soaked with steaming piss, which was started dribbling down his legs to his shoes and socks. The shorts once saturated had become translucent, revealing the commodious Y-fronts that had been concealed beneath. They too being white, were quickly becoming transparent and clearly showing the tubular pink object pressing against them and the dark red head pressing against the fly. Rarely speechless, Simon just stood there dumbfounded and watched in horror as his own shorts were literally being pissed over before his eyes! Having made Alex turn round there was no escaping his revenge as he took extreme delight in directing the dwindling stream of piss over Simon. Like Tom's, the front of the shorts all too quickly became translucent to reveal that Simon wearing some rather small, if not very tight looking white briefs with distinct lump in the middle. "You.. you.. dirty fucker!" shouted Simon after a few moments, "I'll.. I'll fuckin' piss over you an' all!" With the events happening so rapidly Tom was unsure whether to laugh or cry. However, once he had seen Simon's reaction he began to laugh as Simon scrabbled frantically to get a hand up the leg of his now wet shorts. Guessing that Simon intended to pee over Alex in retaliation, Tom couldn't resist holding his own cock through his wet shorts as he watched Simon struggling to free his erection from the tight wet briefs in order to aim it at Alex. However Simon, already desperate for pee just didn't make it as with his erection still entangled in the clinging wet cotton he couldn't hold on. To his total embarrassment and a stream of expletives he began to wet himself! Unfortunately the situation wasn't helped by the elastic around his legs which was so tight it formed a wonderful seal and in effect that the briefs began to fill up with his own pee! Only becoming fully aware when he felt the urine around his bumhole did he force a hand inside to release the pressure and allow the pee to cascade down his legs. Immediately on seeing what was happening first Tom, then Alex began to laugh uncontrollably which did little to aid Simon's obvious discomfort. Very red in the face he continued struggling to free his recalcitrant erection whilst the stream of pee continued unabated. With both hands soaking wet, the rivulets of hot piss continued to run down from his shorts to soak shoes and socks and leaving him standing in growing puddle of piss! Absolutely beside himself with anger he didn't know what to do or say as Alex and Tom continued to mercilessly fall about laughing at his expense. Suddenly though, the focus was taken from Simon by Tom who grabbed the front of his own wet shorts and pulled them down beneath his balls allowing his erection to twang into view. He too started to pee and this time it was Alex who found himself being soaked, his thin shorts rapidly becoming virtually transparent and sticking to the pale blue Y-fronts underneath. Simon had gone quiet, his attention being held by the sight of Tom's boyhood. Very much erect and quivering it stuck straight out from his hairless balls and continued to spray Alex's shorts with a golden stream of steaming piss. However, what had really had caught Simon's imagination was that Tom had formed a circle between his finger and thumb which was being rubbed slowly along the full length as he pissed. Surprisingly, even for Simon that was something he had never thought of before, masturbating whilst peeing was going to be next on his own agenda, immediately though he had other plans. With the flow beginning to slow and falter it eventually reached the stage where Tom was only producing spurts of pee and was when Simon surprised everybody by bending over and wrapping his lips firmly around Tom's cock. "Fuckin' hell!" exclaimed Alex looking in amazement. "He's drinking his piss!" Tom stood there open mouthed in surprise and looked down. Able to tell from his bladder that he was still peeing only if in small amounts he couldn't believe what Simon was doing and stopped masturbating. That immediately made Simon release his cock from his mouth and look up, a dribble coming from the side from his mouth. "Don't bloody stop wanking... I want you to cum in me mouth! And, do something to me as well!" he licked his lips and returned to savour Tom's cock. "Uummm... right.." stuttered Tom. Still surprised that Simon was drinking urine, he replaced his hand and resumed stroking to which Simon raised his eyes in appreciation and resumed sucking. His lips closely following the fingers up and down the slippery shaft, a seemingly practised movement something he had perfected on his thumb! Whatever was happening to Simon, Tom couldn't work it out. They all knew his concupiscence at times verged on the insatiable and he'd try anything especially if it were connected with underwear or something up his bum, but drinking piss? Alex watched with interest, then looked at Tom and shrugged his shoulders equally bemused by Simon's actions. Nevertheless, bizarre or not Alex felt the situation to be extremely erotic and wanted to join in, making a start by shamelessly pulling his own cock free from the leg of the wet shorts to openly masturbate. Besides, Simon had just given an open invitation to molestation which Alex couldn't resist and moved to stand by Simon's side. With Simon bent over to suck Tom's cock, Alex put an arm between Simon's legs and began to push his hand up the leg of his shorts. As Simon continued to service Tom, the hand groped it's way though the tangle of wet shorts and briefs until he could stoke his balls. Murmuring in delight and fully expecting Alex to grab his cock, Simon doubled his effort on Tom who was now leaking tiny dribbles of precum which was as much as he could produce. Alex though had other plans for Simon who was about to be rewarded, if not absolutely shocked to find that Alex was about to ram a finger up his bum! "Get his shorts down and wank him off!!" said Alex excitedly to Tom, "We're all gonna cum at the same time!" "You'll be fuckin' lucky, `cause I ain't far off now!" grunted Tom not wishing to hinder Simon's delicious lip service. Unable to see what he was doing and well aware that his own ejaculation was imminent Tom blindly groped between Simon's legs. Alex was now masturbating furiously whilst his free hand continuing to fight it's way past Simon's tangled wet clothes to actually get inside his briefs and locate it's target. "Right!" Exclaimed Alex triumphantly. His fingers already wet with pee they pierced Simon's sphincter and ploughed on up his bum to impale his prostate. In shock, Simon's reaction was to instantly pull back from Tom who only narrowly avoided receiving a second circumcision as Simon's mouth closed! "I'm cumming!" shrieked Tom, unable to control himself the sperm shot from his jerking organ directly into Simon's face. "Fuucckkkk!" cried Simon who on jumping back initially took two of Alex's fingers with him, which were then promptly and violently pulled from his bum to remain caught in the wet clothes. "Shit!" responded Alex feeling his arm being wrenched and the fingers pulled roughly from Simon's bum. "Fuck!" cried Simon, "I'm going fuckin' blind wot you done!" "Told you it would make you blind!" replied Tom before dissolving into laughter and allowing his shorts and briefs to twang back up and cover his slimy, dripping cock. "Fuckin' assholes!" cried Simon trying to wipe the cum from his left eye with one hand as he wrestled to free himself from Alex's probing fingers which were still caught between his legs by the wet clothes. "You got the hairy hands as well?" added Alex in between guffaws of laughter, whilst still somehow managing to hold onto his cock and continue masturbating. "I can't fuckin' see!" repeated Simon having now panicked and rubbed the eye so much that the spunk had now very definitely stuck the eyelashes together. "Yer, don't cum over his other eye!" quipped Tom. "Oh fuck off." snapped Simon. "I'm going fuckin' blind!" "I'm gonna do it any.. any.. second!" groaned Alex. "Wot's that?" exclaimed Tom looking round in panic. "There's somebody else here!" "No more fuckin' jokes like that not now.. oh shit... yer it comes.." grunted Alex as the familiar burning sensation took hold. "There's somebody here!" shouted Tom. "I bloody know it!" "Fuck!" was Alex's response. In the excitement he lost the grip on his cock which now slippery with pee and precum disappeared rapidly back up the leg of his wet shorts, squirting it's load on hot cum everywhere as it did so. A second later the loud crashing noises coming the adjacent bushes and confirmed their worst fears. "Fuckin' hell! Run for it!" screamed Simon gathering up his wet shorts and pushing though the foliage to be followed immediately by the petrified Tom and Alex. The twenty or so yards to the relative safety of the enormous trunk of an oak tree were covered in a mere nano second. Huddled together they peered furtively around the trunk to see who it was that had been in the bushes. "Fuckin' hell, that was close, I hope it ain't nobody that knows us, I'd get murdered! Me mum would go fuckin' mental!" said Simon looking frightened at the merest thought. "D'you reckon they seen us?" "Dunno, I fuckin' hope not." said Alex wiping the spunk running down the inside of his leg with a finger, "me dad would bloody kill me if he knew wot we'd been doing." "And mine, he'd say I was..." Tom paused, "oh.. oh.. shit look... the bushes is moving!" ############################### Chap 89 to follow