Date: Thu, 08 Mar 2012 12:10:46 +0000 From: tom Subject: Brief Encounters Chapter 91 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 ******************************************************************************* >>>>>>>>>>> Now your attention please faithful readers as it's time to put in word for our sponsor. 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"Well," Brian appeared to aimlessly wander around the room, "I `spect we've all seen that funny school thing on TV, they just finished repeating a series last week." "Wot? Oh, you means Whacko?" Barry actually smiled, "Funny innit? I likes that." "It's my favourite," replied Brian smiling back whilst hovering near the small table, "so thought I'd give you each six of the best, just like on TV!" "Oh, I `spose that's all right." Robbie sounded happier and looked at Barry thinking of the pseudo canings as depicted on the television. Nothing else was said, but it was obvious that they'd both had the same thought, in that it didn't seem much of a punishment for what they'd been caught doing in Brian's room. "Thought you'd like that." said Brian. "So who's gonna be Wendover?" "Wot, bend over Wendover?" Barry giggled. "You got it." "I'll be him then." "OK then Wendover, I'll do you second, Fuller you're first." Brian grinned and turned to the table, picking up the wooden ruler, he slapped it against bare leg. "Oh ow! We ain't got no cane, so this'll have to do!" "Oh shit.." Robbie turned to Barry with an expression of horror, clearly it wasn't a game any longer. Brian was intending to punish them properly and thought it was a very exciting prospect, there was something about caning which he found to be incredibly arousing. Whether it was seeing the buttocks bent over or some inner sadistic urge he didn't know, all he did know was that just watching Whacko was enough to produce an erection entailing a visit the bathroom immediately after the program to relieve the pressure. Now here he was with that same erection and a vaguely legitimate excuse to get two partly naked boys bent over his knee. "Right, well move over Wendover." Brian smiled, clearly enjoying his new role he pushed past Barry to sit on the edge of the bed next to the worried looking Robbie. "Is it gonna hurt?" asked Robbie, something of a rhetorical question since he had a premonition that it really would! "That's the whole fuckin' point innit? Teach you two a lesson not to fuck about in my room." Brian's voice had developed an edge to it, he turned to Barry. "Wendover you go and stand in the corner and no turning round!" "Do I have too?" "Not if you don't want too," Brian made to stand up, "I'll just go and tell mum all about wot you two little fuckin' wanker's have been doing then." "I'll go.. I'll go!" Barry headed rapidly for the corner as Brian watched his white bum cheeks wobble on their way. "Right then you," he gestured to Robbie and sat back on the edge of the bed, "get over me right knee now." "But.. but.. I ain't got no shorts on like they have on the telly!" exclaimed Robbie in panic. "I know, it's good innit, it'll be more fun." replied Brian smiling. "Don't forget once this is done, it's all over and we're gonna forget it and get back to normal." "Gawd, I wish it was!" muttered Barry from the corner by the wardrobe. Brothers or not, the moment Robbie's bare stomach touched Brian's bare knee and the rounded buttocks looked up into Brian's face he knew he had found something which really turned him on! Robbie wiggled about and inadvertently pushed his now rather flaccid member into Brian's leg as he tried to balance himself. "Bloody stop that," said Brian, "you ain't meant to be comfortable. Three on each side, right?" Thwack went the ruler. "Fuck!" shrieked Robbie. Thwack went the ruler. "Fuckin' stop it!" screamed Robbie trying to jump up. "No. you fuckin' stop it," Brian pushed him firmly back down across his leg, "only two more each side!". "Fuckin' hell!" said Barry to himself in the corner, it sounded as though Brian really meant business. "It hurts." cried Robbie trying to reach round and rub his buttocks. "It's bloody meant too!" "Ow! Shit! Ow.. ow!" "Oh diddums you bloody great baby, Shall I rub yer bum better for you, shall I?" Trying hard to stop giggling Brian began to massage the obvious ruler marks on Robbie's behind. It proved very uplifting, his own erection strained inside his shorts watching his brothers crack open and close under the vigorous manipulation. Unfortunately for Robbie, despite the pain it also seemed rather exciting as he started to get an erection which soon made it's presence felt on Brian's leg. "Ready?" said Brian suddenly, giving no chance to Robbie to reply the ruler came down sharply on his left buttock. "Aagghhh.. stoppp.. you..." the stinging sensation was building and pushing Robbie towards a possible flood of tears. The message that it was no joke messing with his brothers secret world was getting through. "Ah, I'll rub yer bum again, that'll make it better!" said Brian as he restarted the massage. "You.. you.." Robbie thought better of it and bit his lip afraid if insulted his brother much more the number of strokes might increase. "That's better." cooed Brian after a minute or so, he wielded the ruler high above the target and with no warning brought it down sharply on the head of a small pimple. Thwack! "Ooowwwwww! Fuck!" "Only two left after this, no swearing!" Thwack! "Ooowwwwww! Fuck you!" Restrained by a hand firmly planted in the middle of his back Robbie was unable to reach backwards and struggled to get free. "Oh no you don't," said Brian firmly, "and fuck you too!" Thwack! "Ooowwwwww!" "Don't tell me fuck off! Want another six?" "No... oowwhhh... I want mum!" shouted Robbie sounding close to the verge of tears. "Ain't no good shouting either, she's out!" Brian grinned to himself as he looked at the marks he had inflicted . "Anyway, wot you gonna tell her, wot you done then?" Barry was very tempted to turn round and see what was going on, but thought better of it when he realised what the alternative to taking the punishment was, it certainly sounded as though Brian was very angry. "No.. no!" replied Robbie after a few moments. "Good, so let me rub it again, soon be better. Only two to go." Brian inspected the white flesh, four long red marks were plainly visible. Amazingly despite the spanking Robbie had still managed to maintain a sort of erection which was now making itself apparent by rubbing on Brian's bare leg as he again started massaging the red marks. "That better?" "Sort of." admitted Robbie gruffly. Even if it wasn't helping the pain it did feel very sexy having his bum hole stretched which resulted in him being unable to stop his cock slowly swelling. "Well, this'll really cure it." said Brian suddenly pushing his arm between Robbie's white legs and spreading them as he reached underneath him. "Wot will?" cried Robbie in panic feeling his legs being forced apart. "Stop it, stop it!" "It's alright, I'm just this rubbing better as well." Brian's hand reached under his brother and roughly fumbled around until it was able to find the key which would allow him to continue with his fantasy. Wrapping all his fingers around Robbie's half erect cock he began, rather like milking a cow to repeatedly pull down on it so that within a short while it became fully erect. With Robbie squirming excitedly about on his knee all memories of being attended to by the ruler were forgotten whilst Brian, staring at the red striped flesh could hardly believe that if this wasn't exciting enough, there was Barry to follow. The more Robbie's bare thigh pressed on Brian's tenting shorts the more it seemed to Brian that he was approaching another dimension, something new was happening. Precum. Never having really produced it before the wonderful slippery sensation between the head of his cock and underpants was beginning making him think had he might even have cum already. Slightly confused, but still determined to continue one hand continued to massage the white buttocks whilst the other very effectively brought Robbie to within seconds of a dry orgasm. From the heavy breathing and grunting noises Robbie was making it seemed that he couldn't hold out much longer, Brian knew his timing had to be perfect. Having thought to himself that another three firm tugs would be enough to send Robbie right over the edge, he prepared himself for the climax and took a firm grasp of the ruler. "So you gonna cum for me?" he whispered into Robbie's ear. "Hhhmmmmhhh..." Robbie was already trembling at the prospect, two orgasms inside twenty minutes weren't bad going by anybody's standard! His white legs were flaying about and spread wide to reveal his bumhole occasionally winking at Brian who stared back revelling in the thought that one of his fantasies was coming true. "Come on then..." encouraged Brian, "let's see you do it.." "I... I... am.. I'mm..." Brian's timing was perfect. Even before the third pull on the very inflamed cock Robbie had begun to gasp and shake as the orgasm took hold. However, it was when the ruler came down smartly twice in swift succession that he really experienced what an orgasm could be like! Robbie's immediate reaction to the very intense feeling that his cock and bum had caught fire was to wrench himself free from Brian's grip and leap to his feet! Greatly increased by the spanking, the power of the orgasm sent him literally hopping and squealing around the room alternating between holding his stinging buttocks and furiously masturbating. "Bloody hell!" gasped Brian watching from the bed. Pushing a hand down the front of his shorts and frantically feeling about to see what had been happening inside his briefs, he concluded that even if he hadn't actually cum he was very close to it. Barry couldn't resist turning to see what all the noise was about and was utterly amazed to watch as Robbie continued to gyrate around the room bumping into the furniture as he clawed between his red buttocks and pulled at angry looking cock. "Right, Wendover it's you're turn!" called out Brian as Robbie appeared to slowly collapse in the corner by the window. "Come on, now!" Very apprehensively Barry turned, his hands in front were hiding what was left of his erection. "Is he, is he hurt?" asked Barry quietly seeing Robbie propped up by the corner of the chest of drawers and continuing to wrestle with his very red looking erection. Whatever Brian had done looked as though he had induced an orgasm of monster proportions! "Nah, just a bit overcome!" Brian giggled and pointed. "Look at him, he's gotta be alright `cause he's still trying to cum for a third time!" Barry took another look and was relieved to see that Brian was right, it did look as though Robbie was enjoying himself and trying for the hat trick. Brian patted his knee, maybe it was going to be fun after all. "Right bend over, Wendover!" said Brian grinning, "That's wot they say on the telly innit? Bend over Wendover?" "Yeah." replied Barry leaning very slowly and carefully across Brian's bare knee. Punishment or not he knew he'd started getting another erection the moment his bare stomach touched Brian's leg. "Oh fuck!" murmured Brian to himself, he took a very deep breath. An attractive, if rather small little eleven year old boy was lying half-naked across him with an erection poking into his bare leg. With second part of his fantasy about to come true, if not cum in his underpants Brian knew he had to pace himself or the danger was he would ejaculate prematurely. "D'you.. d'you, want the same?" croaked Brian, so excited he could barely speak. He stared at Barry's bottom and rested a trembling hand on the white skin. "It only stings at first... I think!" "Wot, like Robbie?" Barry was having difficulty talking as well. Feeling incredibly safe sandwiched between Brian's knee and hand he pushed his cock into Brian's leg. "I won't hurt you," said Brian slowly shifting his position and hoping to take the strain off his cock, "you knows that." "Can you," Barry spoke quietly, his heart beating fast, "can you.. do it.. and, and then.. then do wot ever you did to Robbie?" The ruler came swiftly down with no warning. Thwack! "Ooowwwwww! Fuck!" Thwack! "Ooowwwwww! Fucckkkkk!" "Aaaaahhhh fucking hell!" groaned Brian, thinking he was on the verge of ejaculating, but desperately wanting to hold on till he was at least groping Barry's cock. "Oh shit! Owwwhhhh.. no, no more.." continued Barry's stream of verbal objections as he wriggled about trying to reach around to protect his bottom. "Stop it!" shouted Brian pulling the arm away as he raised the ruler and brought it down rapidly twice on each buttock, if anything harder than before. "Ooowwwwww... ffuucckkkk.." screamed Barry writhing about on Brian's shaking knee. They were watched in amazement by a rather glassy eyed Robbie who was still masturbating in what was becoming a painful effort to achieve that elusive third dry orgasm. At that point Brian gave up all pretence of further spanking and threw the ruler on the floor having succumbed to the appeal of Barry's white buttocks. Lust was taking over, there was no hiding the fact that Brian wanted more than just to massage, within seconds he was running his fingers up and down Barry's delightfully hot little crack. As with Robbie, the other hand then forced the legs apart and found it's way underneath to grope the hairless ballsac and finally start pulling downwards on the quivering erection. Barry was experiencing the ecstatic combination of pain and pleasure with the stinging of his bottom being tempered by the roughest form of masturbation he could ever imagine. As perpetrator, Brian was beside himself with excitement and knowing ejaculation was imminent he forced his bulging shorts into Barry's naked thigh. Moments later he began depositing his hot slimy, dribbles into his underpants and in the hope that Barry would also climax continued thrusting into Barry long after he had finished ejaculating. Held in position by the fingers pressing on his bumhole and the hand firmly pulling on his erection from below Barry's climax took hold. Finally he began to cry out and violently jerk around before abruptly going quite limp and slumping across Brian's trembling legs. "Oh shit!" said Brian under his breath. It seemed his nightly fantasies and patience had really paid off! "Wot you done to him?" cried Robbie from his viewpoint on the floor, sounding very concerned that he might be hurt. "Have you hurt him?" "No, course I fuckin' ain't!" Brian tried to examine the body lying across him and was slightly concerned that something had happened to the limp Barry. Nevertheless, that was balanced by his excitement of having managed to bring two boya to orgasm. "Wot then?" Robbie was scrambling to get on his feet. Feeling somewhat debilitated by the state of his magnificent and hairless few inches, now looking extremely red and sore after his prolonged attempt at the third climax he began tottering towards Brian. Suddenly Brian burst out laughing. "Wot is it?" asked Robbie bending over and anxiously peering down at Barry. "It's uumm.." Barry didn't finish the sentence, instead he dissolved into laughter, the situation was becoming ridiculous. First there was Robbie was standing before him, naked from the waist down and despite everything still holding onto an erection so sore it looked as though it had been daubed with red paint. Then there was Barry, lying comatose across him with his delightful bumhole on full display and to compliment that he could feel the semen inside his own underpants sliding down his legs. This was the stuff of several nights worth of utter fantasy and starched pyjamas! "Wot you fuckin' laughing at then?" demanded Robbie angrily and poking Brian on the shoulder. Grinning wildly, Brian held his hand up, "He's cum.. look.. he's cum on me hand! I've made him have his first cum!" "Wot? You wot?" Robbie leant over and stared closely at Brian's hand. There was indeed something glistening over the fingers. "Don't you see? It's his first proper cum!" Brian was elated. "You'll be next." "Wot?" puzzled, Robbie bent over again and stared hard at the shiny wet fingers. At last, the actual mechanics of ejaculation were finally becoming clear, so that was what made the stains that they had been looking for earlier. Barry's sex education seemed so far in advance of his own. "Don't you see? Bend over Wendover has cum over me hand!" Brian dissolved yet again into giggles. "Wot's happened?" said Barry very groggily raising his head from Brian's lap and blinking in disbelief when he saw Robbie's hand still wrapped around his organ only inches from his face. "Cor, you still doing it?" "I think I've hurt me willy." replied Robbie rather despondently looking down at the glowing head of his cock poking out from his clenched fist. Self abuse was absolutely correct. "Come here." said Brian. "Wot? Why?" "Wot have you done?" Brian leaned over and pulled Robbie by his side, pushing his little hand away from the offending organ he looked in amazement at nearly raw skin! "It hurts!" said Robbie plaintively. "I'm not fuckin' surprised, you've nearly pulled the bloody thing off!" Brian stared, thinking only a few minutes earlier it was fine, now it was positively glowing red! "You're gonna have to leave it for a day or two or it'll get like Simon's did, then he couldn't wank for days!" "Wot? Who's Simon?" "Never mind, just bloody leave it alone or mum'll have to bandage it or something!" "Wot... no, not mum!" Robbie looked horrified. It had been an exciting day, possibly too exciting and he was very, very disappointed that he couldn't cum. It looked to Brian as though it wouldn't take much to produce some tears. "But, but I wanna cum like Barry." "Well it won't do nothing till it's better will it?" Brian could see that Robbie obviously felt very much the odd one out now that Barry was able to ejaculate. "Robbie, he's right." added Barry from Brian's knee. "You leave it alone and I'll bet in a week or two when it's better you might cum like Barry." Brain looked at Robbie, sill convinced that tears weren't far away. "Look, yer the same age and it was only `cause yer birthday was in the wrong month you didn't get to go to school with him wunnit?" "I `spose." reluctantly agreed Robbie. "It'll happen," said Barry, "and me bum still hurts and me willy feels all funny!" "So does mine!" echoed Robbie. "Hey," Brian looked between them, "wot you two doing tomorrow afternoon?" "Why? Wot?" "Well there might, only might.. might be something happening with the boys you spied on the other weekend when you got caught?" "Oh! Wot, them lot who you was with in the woods?" Robbie's face lit up. "With uumm.. wot's their names.. there was.. uumm.. Tom and.. and Alex and.. so is they all gonna be there again?" "Maybe." said Brian, blissfully unaware that Art and his contingent of habitual masturbation and underwear fetishist's would be lying in wait for them! "Oh, so it's that Simon! I knew the name," Barry lifted his head and grinned. "you didn't say it was Art's little brother?" "I `spose I didn't." admitted Brian somewhat reluctantly having now let slip Simon's very embarrassing predicament. "Now get off me legs Wendover, I gotta go and have a pee!" Brian started to roll Barry off his knees and onto the floor, eventually lying on the carpet with his cock poking upwards he looked up at Brian and started giggling. "Looks like you already have." "Already wot?" "Pissed yerself!" "No I fuckin' ain't." "Yer you fuckin' have!" Robbie pointed at the wet patch on the front of Brian's tenting shorts. "Fuck! Fuck!" said Brian when he looked down. "Hey..." Barry looked very hard at the shorts, that ain't piss in don't look right, "no you ain't, I reckon, I got it.. you've cum in yer pants!" "And you got a hard on!" said Robbie pointing excitedly at the bulging shorts. Brian simply went bright red. "Shit!" "Hey... Bri.." Robbie smiled, "would you pull 'em down so we could see it proper?" "Yeah, see wot a big boys cock is like." added Barry hopefully. Brian swallowed hard and sighed, what did he have to loose? Besides it should certainly serve to impress his new found wanking friends to see a bigger cock, a few straggly pubic hairs and his semen soaked briefs. "Don't you say nothing mind," he wagged his finger, "not to nobody." The elasticated waistband of the Woolworths shorts slipped easily down over his slim hips to reveal a pair of St Michael's finest soft cotton white briefs, decorated with a few dried pee stains and an obvious wet spot. "Is all that wet stuff cum then?" Barry just stared at it, "You made all that, wow!" "Yeah." "But you didn't rub it, how do that then?" asked Robbie thinking of his own disastrously masochistic efforts. "Uumm.. it's a.. it's special trick you can do when you.. when you's can only wank proper like!" Brian had to think quickly. How could he admit to the younger boys after all the bluster that he'd just cum in his briefs because he couldn't contain himself! "Oh." Barry looked at him sideways unsure whether to believe him or not. "Yer." Trying to act rather nonchalantly Brian pushed his hips forward to emphasize the lump inside briefs and to hopefully bolster the impression he was making on the younger boys. However, after making the initial impression he soon discovered the cool fashion statement he had hoped to portray didn't quite ring true as Barry inspected the goods on show. "Them pants is St Michael ain't they, them's wot I used to wear!" said Barry pointing and sitting up on the floor as though to perfectly emphasize Brian's own sudden realisation that he didn't actually look anywhere remotely near cool at all! With the shorts dangling loosely around his knees and having now revealed the typically high cut white schoolboy underpants with the ubiquitous baggy bottom he suddenly felt very embarrassed and incredibly jealous of Barry's stylish, coloured, tightly fitting underpants. "Yeah, they're bloody white." said Brian quietly feeling very inferior to the eleven year old's wardrobe and wondering if it was a genuine observation or merely a piss take. "Would you," said Barry, "pull 'em down and show us yer willy?" "Wot?" Brian took a deep breath stalling for time, it didn't appear to be a piss take. "Go on." encouraged Robbie. "You've seen ours!" Blushing slightly, but nevertheless still out to impress and save some face Brian slowly pulled his soggy briefs down allowing his sticky hard few inches to come into view. "Cor... and you gotta few hairs," Barry leaned forward to inspect, "d'you make that much stuff every time you cums then?" "Sometimes." was a rather arbitrary answer. Truthfully, Brian knew it had only been the expectation and excitement of that particular encounter which had resulted in the bonus of precum. "How often d'you wank then?" was Barry's next question. "Our Terry does it morning and night, `cause I hears him through the wall!" "You was doing it this morning as usual, `cause I heard yer bed squeaking!" blurted Robbie much to Brian's dismay and dashing any further pretensions of cool! "And you was trying again last night, I heard you `cause," retorted Brian looking very embarrassed. "'cause the end of yer bed rubs on the wall when you does it!" "That every morning then, like Terry does?" Barry's questions seemed relentless. "Could be." Brian avoided looking him in the eye. "And you does it at bedtime, don't you?" helpfully added Robbie! Robbie as naive in matters masturbatory as he was in making any related comments was unintentionally making Brian feel very, very uncomfortable. That to Brian, the most embarrassing of subjects which should have been utterly sacrosanct had been so easily discovered to the effect that his sex life was now being openly discussed by two eleven year boys. Brian was rattled. "Our Terry uses his old pants to catch it, that's wot you does as well innit?" "Well you'd know, `cause you got 'em now, ain't you? We swopped remember?" Somewhat redder in the facer and beginning to loose his temper, Brian reached down to pull his own cold and clammy underpants back up over his rapidly shrinking cock. "Oh.. and.." about to ask another searching question Barry had been stopped in his tracks by Brian's barbed comment. "And you ain't getting yer yellow ones back," said Brian firmly, "for about a week." "But..." "No buts, you'll just have to wear 'em," Brian pointed to the old Y-fronts lying on the floor by the foot of the bed, "let's see you put 'em on then." "Who's was they?" asked Robbie. "Our mum don't ever buy them Y-front things." "I dunno, they was found in the changing room and we all took 'em home in turn for a night to wank in 'em!" "Oh shit!" Barry looked shocked. "But they's too big." Gingerly Barry picked up the underpants and took a careful look, like just Terry's they had been the subject of numerous ejaculations! "Go on, put 'em on, don't matter if they're big," Brian grinned thinking he had at least some payback, as he pulled his shorts up, " `cause now you can wank, you'll have plenty of room to do it in 'em!" ###################### Chap 92 to follow