Date: Mon, 9 Feb 2009 10:55:42 -0800 (PST)
From: Ami <amias05@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brief Encounters - chapter 9

Brief Encounters - the ever continuing sticky 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 in it would be 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 (weekly hopefully) 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: amias05@yahoo.com

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Chapter 9 - Homework


"You had a nice time then love?" asked Simon's mother, pulling her safety
belt over and reaching for the ignition key.

"My sisters a laugh isn't she?"

"Yes, I like her." said Simon fastening his seat belt, "Will she have any
children of her own, d'you think Mum?"

"Probably," she replied, "But don't forget she's younger than me and not
long married, so she has some catching up to do."

"Course, I'd forgotten that," said Simon, slipping his left hand into his
pocket, "I reckon she'd make a nice Mum."

"Mind you, if she had two boys like you and Art she will have her work cut
out!" she said looking over at Simon with a smile.

"Guess so." said Simon looking slightly embarrassed. Now he was that bit
older he didn't like it when she turned on the doting mother act!

Watching his mother out of the corner of his to make sure she didn't see
him he worked his fingers under the elastic of his briefs, finally reached
his half erect cock and held it, thinking of what had happened only three
hours or so earlier..

"Mum," he said, hoping she hadn't noticed his hand moving in the grey
shorts, "when do I get to buy my own clothes?"

"Whatever made you ask that?" she replied looking in the mirror, "You don't
want to be doing things like that, I still buy everything for your father,
did you know that!"

"Oh!" said Simon a little surprised, "What, you mean everything?"

"Yes, even his socks!" she replied, "He hates shopping, always has! So why
do you suddenly want to start buying clothes then?"

"Eerrrr..." muttered Simon, "ummm, just like to keep up with fashion I
'spose..."

"Well you don't want to worry about things like that, I can see what the
latest fashions are."

Simon cringed with the very thought of his mother continuing to buy all his
clothes, particularly her idea of the most unfashionable underwear,
especially as he had a few years left before he could leave home!

"And so, Art then... so you still buying all of his clothes as well?" he
asked tentatively.

"Of course." she replied, "I just don't know what that boy does with his
clothes, I've really given up trying to keep it all tidied away. I just
keep his school shirts looking nice and now it's up to him to put
everything else out for the wash."

"I didn't know that." said Simon trying to keep the conversation going,
"what do you mean by putting things out for the wash?"

"Simple, he's learning now that if it's not out, then it's not washed and
it's not clean, so he runs out of clothes and then he's got to do something
about it!"

"Oh, right, I 'spose that his room does look a bit of a mess, lots of
clothes about!" said Simon, "is it working?"

"Well he's certainly been trying lately," she said, now getting in full
swing, "he had a big rush the other night to get his gym kit and stuff
washed in time for school, I suppose it was that or no kit! That taught him
a lesson."

"Mmmm, oh yes, I see." said Simon nodding.

She continued wittering on when she stopped at the traffic lights, "I mean,
I have keep an eye on things to see if he needs new things and that or I
wouldn't be a proper mother now would I, Simon you know that don't you?"

Even before Simon had a chance to answer she started talking again, Simon
was just on the verge of mentally switching off when her next comment
caught his full attention.

"But, oh my word! What does he do with his pants! I'll never know, I have
to soak them sometimes for hours to get them anything near white and then
he might only put one pair out at a time for the wash!"

Simon's ears pricked up as he began to visualised the cum soaked briefs
hidden in the pile of dirty washing.

"Oh really, Do, umm what d'you mean then, Mum?" he asked innocently rubbing
his hardening cock.

"Well, what I mean is, that you wear a clean pair of underpants every day
don't you?"

"Eerrrr, yes..." Simon replied very sheepishly. One thing he certainly
didn't want was to discuss his own underwear habits, it was his brothers
that interested him.

"Well, think about it Simon, if he's only putting out a pair every few days
then he's not changing them every day is he?"

"Oh no, I 'spose not." said Simon, wondering what his mothers intentions
were, "So, ummm what you gonna do then. I mean,you gonna start sorting out
his clothes again?"

She thought for a few moments, "Well, I was thinking about this only the
other day when he put that last pair out for wash, looked like he'd spilt
orange squash all over them!"

"Oh! I think he spilt some on his sheets as well!" said Simon
inadvertently, still not realising what he was really talking about!

"Oh, as well, tut tut! What a messy boy! I can't believe he's mine at
times! Now your're not like that, you see!" she said smiling at Simon, who
was visibly shrinking in his seat!

"Still," she continued, "his sheets are due for a wash now anyway. But his
clothes, I think it might be bit unkind to let him wear dirty clothes for
another week or two, but on the other hand I think if he does he'll get the
message quicker."

"Clever plan Mum, be good if he did." said Simon, thinking of the pile of
dirty clothes on his brothers bedroom floor and the two weeks had to
investigate it, "Yeah, I'm sure that'll do the trick."

Arriving home, Simon was feeling very excited, so excited that when getting
out of the car he had to cover the front of his shorts with his school bag
in case his mother noticed the telling bulge. The anticipation that that he
was on a mission to secretly search Art's room for underwear was an immense
stimulant and Simon's heart pounded as he hurried up the stairs to his
bedroom.

Once inside, he threw the school bag on his bed and immediately started
undoing the clasp on his shorts, the zip soon followed allowing his shorts
to fall to the floor. Standing there in his school shirt and vigorously
squeezing his cock through his white briefs, he was undecided as whether to
masturbate right then or to wait until later after he had been into Art's
room. The decision was made after a quick glance at his Donald Duck alarm
clock which told him that Art would be back in about thirty minutes from
the youth club.

Removing his shirt he stood there looking at himself in the mirror wearing
just his long grey socks and provocatively tenting briefs. Putting his hand
inside at the back to feel his bum crack, he was very tempted to finger his
bum hole just as he had done to Tom earlier that day. In fact, over the
last couple of days he had to begun to develop quite a fascination for
bums, his own providing ample opportunities for exploration with his stubby
little fingers. However, on this occasion he resisted the temptation and
quickly put on a T-shirt and jeans, knowing that otherwise he would not
have enough time to visit Art's room.

Less than a minute later he was checking outside of Art's bedroom for signs
of activity of both up and downstairs, time was on his side as he could
hear noises coming from the kitchen where his mother was preparing tea and
there was no immediate sign of Art returning.

He crept in leaving the door partly open, so he could hear anybody coming
upstairs and made straight for the pile of dirty laundry in the
corner. Kneeling down he started to work his way through down through and
It was quite obvious that his brother didn't really bother with any form of
personal hygiene as the smell of sweat and old socks was very much in
evidence! However, the surprising thing was that the pile seemed to consist
mainly of jeans, T-shirts, socks and school shirts with no underwear other
than just one pair of white briefs.

The question was, where were all his brothers Y-fronts? Simon thought that
since he himself had some five pairs then Art must have at least four pairs
and he couldn't be wearing them all, so if they were not in the wash then
where were they?

Holding the only pair of briefs he had discovered, he put his free hand
down the front of his jeans and fondled his prick as he thought about it
all.. Looking at the briefs it suddenly struck him that they weren't Art's
at all, since the waistband said they were Wolsey X and they looked a bit
small anyway! Had Art been stealing other boys underwear again, just as he
had stolen David's? He started to rack his brains, who did he know who wore
Wolsey briefs, he was sure it was one of his friends and he had seen them
in the changing rooms.

But the strangest coincidence of all was that these briefs appeared to have
some of the weak orange squash stains on them as well!

Then he had an idea he just couldn't resist. Tom, Nick and Stef had all
exchanged underpants so why shouldn't he!

Quickly standing up, with trembling hands, he pulled his own jeans and
briefs down in one swift movement, the white elasticated waistband of his
briefs twanging on his hard cock as they were rapidly removed. Now naked
from the waist down, his mere four inches of boyhood sticking proudly up,
he looked at himself in Art's wardrobe mirror and watched his hands slowly
kneading his bum cheeks and working their way between his legs towards the
main attraction, his bum hole. Still watching himself in the mirror with
one hand stroking his hot bum crack, he reached for the briefs. Then he
paused, a thought struck him, his cock twitched in anticipation. He had
never seen his own bum hole, so why not watch himself finger his own ass in
the mirror!

Pushing the upright desk chair out of the way to give himself a clear view
of the wardrobe mirror, he turned round and bent down to widen his ass
crack, by craning his head over his shoulder he was able to see his tiny
pink hole for the first time. Bending a little further over to expose it
fully he stared at the wrinkled spot, tentatively running his finger down
the crack before gently tracing the hole with his fingertip. It was the
silence, broken only by the ticking of the alarm clock, which made him to
realise that the precious minutes were ticking away. Since he could now do
this delightful exercise anytime in his own room, he decided not waste any
more time but to continue with the search instead.

Putting his legs into the Wolsey briefs he pulled them up until his stiff
cock was confined in the already stained pouch. However, he couldn't resist
just one more quick prod at his bum hole so he allowed his hand to wander
backwards between his legs to the spot just behind his balls which he
started to gently massage through the briefs.

Pulling his cock out of the pee stained fly and starting to rub it the
intriguing question of how Art had got hold of the briefs was still
foremost in his mind, that only added to the tremendous thrill of
masturbating whilst still half-undressed in Art's bedroom, knowing that if
he were to be found he would probably die from total embarrassment. Closing
his eyes, with his left hand still between his legs, he started to poke the
material into his bum crack as he rubbed the purple cock-head. The now
familiar ring formed by his thumb and forefinger as taught by Art was
indeed the way to go!

By now, other thoughts were going through his mind as his hands ran over
the taut white material. Just who had been wearing them before, did they
get boners, did he know the owner, just what were the stains in the pouch
and yet again, how on earth did Art get hold of them?

The front door slammed.

"Hi, Mum I'm back! Got something to do in me room, be down in twenty
minutes!" Art was back early!

Simon's heart all but missed a beat, he froze and almost felt as though a
cold clammy hand had suddenly gripped him!

There was certainly no time to get out of the room and Art would probably
have see him anyway, frantically he looked round and decided he had only
one choice. To hide under the bed!

With the sound of Art's footsteps starting up the stairs he grabbed his own
discarded clothing and slid rapidly under the bed, hoping that he had left
the pile of dirty laundry looking much as he found it. But, just as Art was
arriving on the landing outside the room, Simon was experiencing another of
his brothers surprises! In his frantic efforts to move back under the bed
so he could not be seen, Simon had found that he now appeared to be lying
on something disgusting. Cold and sticky, whatever it was it had now partly
attached itself to his bare legs and the rear of his briefs were now
starting to stick to his ass cheeks.

Art came into room and neared the bed, Simon was relieved to note that he
could only see up to his knees which meant he should be safe from
view. Once inside the room when Art started moving about, Simon took the
opportunity to find out just what he was lying on. Reaching under his
bottom he was unsure what he was going to find. It was obviously some sort
of fabric, but when he pulled it into view he was amazed to find it was a
pair of well worn and very stretched Y-fronts, that were absolutely
impregnated with relatively fresh semen, the smell and feel that he now
beginning to know so well!

With the distinctive smell in his nostrils, he stared at the sticky white
material and decided that Art must have masturbated into it at least once
earlier, probably before he went out to the youth club, how he wished that
he could have seen him do it! But what was really peculiar, was that even
these briefs seemed to also have copious blotches of dried orange squash
stains on them just as the sheets and some of Art's other clothes!

It was then that the penny dropped and he realised that he had been so
very, very naïve. For what he had been mistaking for orange squash stains
were in fact dried semen stains, his mouth fell open in amazement when he
realised how could he have been so silly!!

He brought the briefs to his nose and inhaled deeply, the unmistakable
smell of cum was evident even from the dried stains, he was right, but how
stupid had he been not to realise it before? Art must have really laughed
when he actually believed that the stains on the sheet were from orange
squash! But then again, even his mother believed it as well, he smiled to
himself!

With his eyes now getting accustomed to the gloom under the bed, he looked
around and saw to his surprise that there appeared to be other items on the
floor under the bed. He couldn't move to check them out until Art was
moving around again, but he thought he was looking at probably two more
pairs of Y-fronts which were also presumably covered in dried cum!

His train of thought was broken when it became obvious that something was
about to happen, Art started moving the chair to the door, carefully
balancing it so that the back of the chair was wedged under the handle to
prevent the door from opening. Simon was almost scared that Art would hear
the beating of his heart as he lay there watching every movement and afraid
of missing the merest detail. He reasoned that why would Art want to jam
the door unless, he was going to do something which he did not want others
to see, so it just had to be sexual!

His previous adventures of the day aside, this with the risk of being
caught this was undoubtedly the most daring thing Simon had ever done. With
the anticipation of spying on his brother as he performed some sexual act,
Simon could feel his heart beating still stronger as the excitement
mounted. He lay there, wearing the stolen briefs which were now stuck to
his bottom with his own brothers cum, clutching the smelly Y-fronts with
one hand, his other inside the front of the briefs firmly gripping his own
totally rigid cock.

What would Art be doing next?

He didn't have to wait long to find out as Art, who was still over by the
door, started to pulse his cock through the front of his jeans, putting his
left hand deep into the pocket to presumably play with his balls.

As long as Art stayed over the far side of the room from the darkness under
the far side of the bed Simon had a perfect view up to waist level. He
prayed that Art would stay over by the door as he was afforded the ideal
voyeurs view of the show, whatever the show might be!

He wasn't to be disappointed, the show was about to start and Art didn't
even know he had an audience!

After a couple of minutes of spherical activity Art released the front of
the jeans and moved his hand to the button on the waist. Simon thought that
judging by the prominent bulge, which had now appeared and was pushing the
fly outwards that Art's cock must be getting hard. Slowly rubbing his own
cock he watched Art undo the button at the waist and then rather awkwardly,
since his other hand was still deep in his pocket, start to slowly unzip
the fly.

With the left hand still deep in his pocket, he continued to feel his balls
as his right hand started to fold back the fly opening of the jeans to
reveal the white of his underpants.  Simon couldn't quite see why Art had
kept his hand in the pocket when the jeans had become unfastened, until he
realised that Art was actually getting even more turned on by watching his
own performance in the wardrobe mirror!. Simon had never thought to use a
mirror, but now he realised the exciting possibilities that it could offer
when it came to watching himself wanking and fingering his own bum! By
moving just a fraction to his left Simon found that he too could also see
the mirror as well as Art across the room!

Art turned slightly, so that he was facing the mirror full on and carefully
exaggerated the left hand movements playing with his balls, at the same
time pulling the front of the jeans out of the way just sufficiently, so
that he could see just what his hand was doing inside his pocket.

Simon thought the front of Art's briefs didn't look particularly clean, but
they were certainly tenting out and he could now see quite plainly what
Art's hand would have been doing if it were still concealed inside the
pocket. It had never occurred to him to think of doing it and of course, as
Art had discovered that very graphic visualisation could now apply to lots
of boys, Simon thought it would be just like having X-ray eyes and now he
would watch all his friends playing with themselves through their trousers
in a totally different light!

As Art seemed content to play with himself in front the mirror for a couple
of minutes, Simon took the opportunity so silently investigate what else
was under the bed. He started by very carefully moving his own jeans in a
little to hide them and then cautiously reached back towards the wall where
he was able to catch hold of the two other items of white clothing that
were already there.

His heart, already beating quickly, seemed to take an extra beat when he
realised that if he was indeed holding another two pairs of his brothers
underpants, that made three and with the pair that Art was actually
wearing, four. No wonder he wasn't putting any out for the wash, Simon
didn't know how many pairs Art had but probably not more than five or six -
and at the rate he seemed to be covering them in sperm and then throwing
them under his bed surely he would soon have none left to wear!

But what intrigued him was why they were under the bed in the first place?
On gingerly examining one of the pairs he had just retrieved the reason
became obvious, the ribbed folds of the Y-fronts were absolutely stuck
together with dried semen and from the yellowing look had been for some
time! However, it was second pair that really interested him as they were
obviously not Art's but his very own!

The Woolworths label was unmistakable and the briefs looked as if they had
been badly stretched, presumable to get Art's bigger bottom into them!
There were certainly quite a few cum stains on the pouch and fly as though
they had been subjected to some frenetic bout of masturbation. Simon wasn't
so much shocked, as just interested in why Art should be stealing his
underwear and after all, Simon was now stealing Art's underwear! Was it
that Art had an insatiable desire for other boys underwear to fulfil his
fantasies, or was he now desperate for something to wear having ruined all
his own?

Whatever the reason, Simon decided to keep all the briefs he had found
under the bed and wrapped the one sticky pair in the others and pushed the
bundle down the floor towards his own clothes to take out later.

Meanwhile, Art had progressed in his ritual of self-abuse and was
vigorously rubbing his engorged cock through his briefs, his jeans having
fallen around his ankles when he turned to face the mirror. Even Simon
thought it very erotic to watch him grasping his bulging white pants,
particularly with his jeans around his ankles as he shuffled his way
towards the wardrobe where bent down to open the drawer at the bottom. The
typically baggy ass of his worn Y-fronts was something which made Simon
think that he would never wear them if he had the choice! Although, with
his current bumhole fetish, the very sight of the white material framing
Art's rather plump ass as he bent over made Simon shiver with delight at
the very thought of worming a finger inside them!

After some rummaging about in the drawer Art slowly stood up, his back
still towards Simon and was obviously holding something in either
hand. Simon held his breath, what on earth could be Art going to do, it was
plainly going to be exciting. But what?

When Art moved back away from the wardrobe Simon could see that there was
something pale blue in his left hand, could it be David's missing blue
briefs? His other hand appeared to be holding what looked like part of
child's skipping rope complete with wooden handle!

It looked as though even Art was now finding that walking about with his
jeans dragging behind him somewhat limiting so, he kicked them off whilst
still holding the two object objects. His hard prick jiggling plainly about
in his briefs as he walked closer to the bed.

Simon got very worried about being seen and pushed himself back against the
wall which limited his immediate view to Art's pretty hairless white
legs. Although he soon realised that by looking out under the end of the
bed he could see exactly what was happening in the wardrobe mirror and
prayed that because he was in the shadow under the bed Art would not spot
him.

In fact, Art was quite oblivious to Simon as his mind was on far more
pressing personal matters. On reaching the bed he dropped the two objects
onto it and grabbed at his cock though fly of his briefs, his other hand
going underneath, past the slack elastic of the leg opening to repeatedly
cup his tightly drawn up balls. Down in the darkness Simon was mirroring
his brothers actions, but was having a little difficulty in getting his
hand past the tight elastic of the strange briefs, he wondered what he
might learn from such an experienced wanker as Art!

Then, whilst still keeping his hand on his prick Art moved away from the
bed and walked over to his chest of drawers where he picked up something
from the top. Simon couldn't quite see what it was, but what he did see was
his brothers Y-front clad bottom tantalisingly go by from down below, he
thought it was so hot that he had to make a conscious effort not to leap
out from under the bed to rip the briefs off him before plunging his finger
in his hot ass!

So, with Simon under the bed wondering how long he could possibly last
before he climaxed, Art returned to the side of the bed and put the object
on the floor by his feet. It was hand cream, Simon wondered what on earth
was he going to do with it as Art then laid the other two items on the
floor by his feet.

Simon saw that he was right, it was David's blue briefs that Art had hidden
in his wardrobe. He continued watching spellbound in the mirror, turning
his head occasionally to look at his brothers legs less than a yard away,
wondering he would ever get to see Art's prick at that close distance.

He certainly would, since the show was only just beginning.

Art turned to face the mirror and very slowly started to remove his
briefs. Doing it essentially for his own pleasure, he did it with as much
eroticism as he possibly could, pausing to rub his legs, bottom, ass crack
and his straining cock as he did so. Both brothers were pretty near
climaxing, Simon was scared in case he made a noise and was discovered
whilst Art, thinking he was alone, purposely held back knowing that he had
yet to give himself the ultimate stimulation.

Finally, Art released his cock from the confines of the Y-fronts and Simon
was able to look at it. Just staring at it he thought that it was obviously
longer and thicker than his, but it certainly didn't look anything like the
huge five inch plus monster that Art had been boasting about! Simon smiled
to himself as in fact it looked more like well under five inches, but one
thing was certain it looked as though it had been rubbed an awful lot
recently as it was positively red in places. Art, like Simon was
circumcised, but what intrigued Simon still further was that the shiny
purple head appeared to be getting wet and kept leaking little drops of
something which Art would then lovingly squeeze onto his finger and could
then be seen in the mirror licking it off!

Eventually, the filthy Y-fronts fell slowly to floor and Art turned back to
face the bed, Simon had no idea what was going to happen next so as Art
continued to milk the end of his cock, he took the opportunity to inspect
the briefs crumpled around Art's feet.

Clean they were obviously not, the pouch seemed to be covered in blotches
of dried cum and there was even the sign of a quite large wet spot on the
front, presumably generated from the present activity. Looking hard, Simon
thought that judging by the cum stains over the waistband, Art must have
been wanking whilst wearing them. How right he was! What he didn't know was
that Art had actually cum in them accidentally under the bench during the
morning chemistry lesson when he and Nigel had become little over excited
with their hands in each others trouser pockets!

But that was hours ago and didn't really count, nor did the quick wank he
had had before going to the youth club, as by now Art's balls were more
than fully recharged and desperately needed draining again. Normally
wanking at least five times a day, he invariably liked to spunk off into
some underwear, so it was no wonder all his own clothes were by now pretty
much unwearable!

Art had a very busy wanking schedule, starting the day by attending to his
morning boner in bed and wiping the cum into the previous days underwear
which, like many boys he kept under the bed, lunchtimes would usually find
both him and Nigel wanking in the quiet toilet block by the science
labs. Then, immediately on getting home after school he would lock himself
in his bedroom for a quick session, again using the same briefs to clean
up. And, most evenings he would find some time for another bout before his
final bedtime wank where he liked to sniff at the previous loads he had
deposited in the briefs which he kept under the bed! So really it was no
wonder that the underpants Simon had accidentally sat on were absolutely
permeated with cum!

Art's wanking habit was not so unusual for a fifteen year old boy, but he
really did notice the difference today as he was a session down and had
relished the thought of this particular masturbation session from the time
when he had left the youth club earlier. In truth, he just couldn't hold
out much longer.

Still unaware of Simon's presence he knelt down by the bed, his hard cock
sticking out in front, the stained briefs still around one leg, he spread
his legs a little as his knees touched the carpet so that he could balance
comfortably with his arms free to move.

Simon was barely breathing, he was sure his that Art would hear his heart
thumping as he was only a couple of feet away!

There he was, almost within touching distance of Art's very sore cock which
was so proudly sticking up from his rather sparse pubic hair, yet another
blob of the clear liquid already oozing out from the piss slit at the
end. Simon watched in amazement as the blob gradually got a little larger
and then started to slowly drip off the end of Art's stiff cock, it was
some strange stuff as it just hung there in one long strand all the way
down to form a tiny pool on the badly stained carpet!

Art meanwhile, seemed to be more occupied with arranging his hand cream and
skipping rope in just the right place than the amount of precum he was
dripping on the floor. At last things were ready. He surprised Simon by
suddenly grabbing at his cock and rubbing it quite roughly to produce yet
another blob of precum, he then smeared it all over the sore looking purple
head moaning very quietly as he did it. With his cock now really primed and
more than ready for action as he picked up the tube of hand cream and
squeezed a generous dollop onto the index finger of his right hand.

It didn't take much for Simon see that by now Art was very excited and his
breathing was becoming quite heavily so Simon felt, as near as he was to
his brother, that he might safely get away without being discovered. Art
brought his hand round to his front and Simon was convinced he was going to
smother his cock in the cream to aid the wanking, but he was quite wrong!
Instead, Art spread his legs a little further and slowly pushed his hand
underneath his balls so that he could stick his finger complete with all
the handcream on the tip of his finger up his bum hole in one swift
movement.

Both boys felt it enter. Simon just dreamt it, but Art really felt it!

He worked it in and out a few times to coat the inside of his hot passage
with the cream, his actions were accompanied by a sort of gentle slopping
noise. Simon had never imagined anything so horny and just could not resist
quietly putting his own hand inside his briefs and fingering his own bum
hole.

If only he had some of that cream!

Art, now satisfied that he was ready for the next stage, withdrew his
slippery finger and reached again for the tube of hand cream, but this time
he also picked up the skipping rope. Simon was utterly mystified. What, on
earth was he going to do, tie himself up, use it as whip, start skipping or
what?

It was definitely the 'what' that Art was going to do - no question!

This next part of the very horny ritual was conceived by his very inventive
and sexually adventurous friend Nigel, who's younger sister had suddenly
and mysteriously lost her skipping rope!! Designs of skipping ropes hadn't
changed for years and her one still had the wooden handles, long, nicely
bulbous and very smooth. Now, given a good coating of hand cream they made
for the perfect boy-own anal dildo, as only could be discovered by
Nigel. And, of course, the handles came in pairs so now Nigel and art had
one each!

Simon, still didn't understand what Art was going to do and remained
absolutely silent with his finger tightly wedged up his bottom, still
convinced that Art would hear his little heart thumping and would be
discovered any second!

However, before Art could finally bring things to a shattering climax he
had one more thing to do. Simon saw him pick up David's blue briefs and
wondered whatever was going to happen next, a few odd things flashed
through his mind included seeing them used to wipe up the cum. What he was
not prepared for, was Art pulling them over his head so the pouch covered
his face.

Breathing as deeply as he could, Art was now smelling his own cum deposits
mixed with the remnants of David's delightful boyhood aromas. Opening his
mouth, started licking on the material and sucked as hard as he could,
savouring every taste whilst his left hand simultaneously started pushing
the wooden handle in and out of his well lubricated ass. To the
accompanying sounds of heavy breathing and moans of utter gratification
Art's right hand now started work on his dripping cock.

Simon just couldn't hold back any longer so under cover of Art's moaning
and the various slurping noises which the wooden handle was producing, he
quickly pulled the Wolsey briefs down at the front to quietly rub his prick
whilst he continued working on his welcoming bum hole, stopping his finger
occasionally to put a blob of saliva on it for lubrication.

Neither boy took more than a minute to cum, luckily Simon's dry climax was
first and he made a gargantuan effort to remain quiet and then to stay
quiet, Art being far too excited to notice and making enough noise for both
anyway. Simon's heart was beating faster than ever and he was still shaking
with the excitement as Art's own incredible masturbation session brought
itself to a gloriously cum spattered climax.

Simon now realised why Art was positioned by the edge of his bed, it was
because he was able to lean forward to support his chest as both his arms
were otherwise engaged and as usually happened his legs would start to give
way later anyway! Continuing to frantically rub his prick he was producing
great strings of precum which were flaying in all directions and what he
wasn't catching to use as lube was now liberally coating his hand, the
carpet and anything else within range! With the constant ramming of the
smooth wooden handle up his ass, the excess hand cream was now dripping
down and all over his other hand and eventually joining the precum soaking
into the carpet.

It only took one more insertion of the handle, for him to hit the spot and
with a huge groan, his ass muscle so hungry for satisfaction it drew in the
wooden toy as though it was never going to release it, his legs clamped
firmly together trapping his slimy fingers between his ass cheeks as he
squeezed and squeezed for all he was worth. His cock, coated in precum
absolutely erupted in torrent of cum, squirt after squirt of the slippery
hot gooey juice shot out all over his hand and the carpet, a couple of
large blobs even shot as far as Simon landing on the Wolsey briefs!

With David's, now very wet, blue briefs still on his head he continued suck
at the fabric whilst he carried on for a further full minute rubbing
mercilessly at his long suffering prick using the ample globules of cum as
lubricant. Simon, watching in absolute amazement was soon busy licking off
his brothers warm cum that he had scraped off his pants with his
fingers. He was only reminded of the fact he still had his finger up his
bum when Art went to remove the wooden handle!

It wasn't an easy thing to do as by now it was very slippery and Art's
sphincter muscle had decided that it really wanted it left in! Having to
give it quite a pull to get it out, Art gave a final groan of satisfaction
accompanied by a loud plop as it was released from his hungry ass. Simon
followed suit and lay very quiet again thinking that if his ass felt empty
without his finger, then whatever did Art's feel like!

Finally, Art removed the wet blue briefs from his head and threw them on
the bed, he really did look bit of a mess, hot, sweaty with dribbles of cum
around his softening cock and streaks of handcream around his bum and
legs. However, Art knew just what to do, just as he had done on several
occasions before!

Reaching under the bed, he grabbed wildly around as Simon panicked and
cowered back to the wall, then he realised what Art was after. Gently
pushed a pair of briefs towards the groping cum streaked hand it snatched
them and then proceeded to give Simon a interesting close up view of wiping
his cock, ass and toys clean before throwing them back under the bed, where
they landed right on top of Simon's tummy!

Simon was horrified, they were now cold, wet, sticky, very smelly and
covered in the hand cream which seemed to have odd traces of something
vaguely brown mixed in with it! But to make matters worse, by sheer chance,
Art had been given the really good pair of briefs that Simon had been
wearing all that day and had even intended putting back on when he had
returned to his own room!

Well, of course Simon couldn't very well complain after the free show he
had just seen so he lay then grinning to himself, tentatively running a
finger through the slime that now coated his once clean briefs. The
temptation was just too great, he couldn't resist that very same slime
covered finger was soon inserted up his bum and hand cream was to be put on
his next shopping list!,

A couple of minutes passed as Art fiddled about tidying up whilst Simon
wondered how he was going to escape, his only hope was that Art would soon
go to the bathroom to clean up properly which would enable him to escape
back to his own room. He didn't have to wait very long as even by Art's
very lax standards of hygiene, his brother must have been feeling
distinctly yucky! As once everything was put back and hidden in it's place,
including David's blue briefs, Art pulled his own dirty briefs and jeans
back on over the top of the congealing mess of cum and handcream all around
balls, then finally removed the chair from the door and walked off looking
as though he had wet his pants in the direction of the bathroom.

Simon came out from under the bed in seconds, bringing with him the entire
collection of Art's underwear and his own, now revolting pants. There was
obviously no time to rescue David's briefs so he crept to the door,
furtively looked around and then shot off into his own room still dressed
only in the Wolsey briefs he had found under the bed.

Once in his own room and still wearing the Wolsey briefs he quickly pulled
his jeans back on, before hiding Art's collection of filthy underpants on
top of his wardrobe. He kept out his own briefs that Art had used to clean
up with thinking that later that night he could rinse them out in the
bathroom washbasin and then sneak them in the laundry basket for a proper
wash.

He couldn't wait to tell Tom and his other friends at school that he had
managed to steal just about all of Art's underwear in one evening - not to
mention the story he could tell!

It was a pair of very tired brothers that just sank in front of the TV for
the rest of that evening! And, later, when they went to bed that night,
they still somehow managed a little nocturnal activity before finally
dropping off to sleep, strangely each thought they could hear something
going on in the adjacent room as they lay in bed!

And of course, the following morning Art was going to be in for quite a
surprise when he came to dress to find the only pair of underpants
available, were the ones he had just used to clean up with after his
morning wank!


Chapter 10 to follow