Date: Wed, 02 May 2012 16:11:11 +0100 From: tom Subject: Brief Encouters Chap 94 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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There were too many things to think about, yet somehow Barry knew that later he would look back on the days events as a turning point in his life with the discoveries of ejaculation, a liking for corporal punishment and importantly mutual masturbation with his older brother. Excited, his brown eyes constantly darted between Terry's face and the podgy fingers that were struggling to undo the button that held the straining denim of the jeans together. "Terry," said Barry, thinking it was time to flaunt another one of his growing interests, "wot pants you got on then?" "Why d'you wanna know? You got a thing about 'em?" Terry grinned and looked at him. Only the other day he thought somebody had been looking through his chest of drawers, particularly at the underwear. Luckily it didn't appear as though the remaining few pages of the very dog eared and semen splattered girly magazine which he kept hidden under the newspaper acting as a drawer lining had been discovered. "No nothing, just wondered." replied Barry looking down at his cock, the singular red eye looked back at him. Having been erect since even before going to see Robbie and suffering the ravages of a constant erection and genuine self abuse it was feeling a little sore. "Have you ever looked though me drawers?" asked Terry trying to fix his eye which Barry avoided by pretending to examine his winking member. "Not when yer wearing 'em!" Barry giggled and hoped the joke would suffice. "D'you like thinking about pants then?" Sure that Barry had been rummaging around in his room Terry was keen not to let the subject drop even it made him slightly embarrassed by talking about it. "Dunno really," Barry, seemingly unphased leant over the ample stomach, "I wanna help you undo that button. Can I?" "I `spose." Terry didn't just suppose, in fact he welcomed the prospect of some foreign fingers to undo his jeans even if he couldn't admit it out loud. "You can hold me willy if you wants." said Barry, now far too preoccupied to look up. Without saying anything Terry reached over, his arm crossed Barry's which was still struggling with the over tight jeans and tentatively touched the rigid little organ. Barry shuddered and looked up smiling into Terry's face whilst his nimble small fingers continued their battle with the button. Twenty seconds later, with an audible ping noise the button relinquished it's position in buttonhole leaving the waistband of the jeans now only held together by the straining zip. "Fuckin' hell!" gasped Barry having managed to start undoing the zip. "Is that it?" "Isn't it all right then?" whispered Terry, nervously lying on the bed with the fly of his jeans parted to reveal the top three inches of some very semen stained black briefs, the very same bikini style that Barry had been bought by his mother. "I think so." replied Barry slowly. "Hey, wot's mean? Think so?" "Well I ain't seen nothing like it!" Not that Barry was an expert on adolescent cocks, but he had certainly seen and handled more than Terry! "Wot, is that good or bad?" Terry sounded worried. Still unable to comprehend the size Barry tentatively reached out to touch it. The seven very thick and solid inches of sixteen year old boy cock poking out over the top of the briefs twitched in appreciation. Globules of precum seemed to regularly escape the hooded foreskin and slide gracefully down onto Terry's well rounded stomach and then be absorbed by the heavily stained briefs. "Uumm.. it's fucking wonderful!" "Nobody's seen it hard before." said Terry quietly, almost as a confession ignoring Barry's reply. "And I ain't never seen any others that have been really hard either." "You wot?" Barry suddenly felt rather sad. Here was his rather overweight older brother having been born with a cock that would justice to a donkey and obviously far too inhibited to do anything with it! "You're the first one I've showed it to." "Cor, really? Nah yer joking." said Barry still looking at it in wonder. "But wot about changing for gym, don't you look at each others willy's and that, like we does?" "Not really," Terry paused and made a face, "they takes the piss and laughs `cause they says I'm fat.. so, so I keeps away and they ain't seen it. It ain't a very nice school. Honest." "Shit. Well all our lot all get's on great!" Unfortunately at eleven Barry didn't posses the makings of a counsellor. He was just the younger brother and having now just told Terry what didn't particularly want to hear and on seeing his unhappy face realised what he had done. "Well lucky you and all yer mates." the voice sounded as though it might crack. "Yer right though, `tis shit innit? The fuckin' schools' all shit. Everything's all fuckin' shit!" "Sorry.. I didn't mean it like that, I dunno..." "It's alright, I'm fuckin' used to it now." Terry blinked and tried to look away, he'd had the chance to sit the entrance exam to the grammar, but much to his parents annoyance hadn't taken it seriously. It was only when got to the comprehensive that he knew it was something he'd regret it for the rest of his life. "Mmm.. yeah, yer school don't sound no good... but well, look I got you now," irrepressible as ever and hoping to raise the mood Barry poked him in the ribs, "so can I try and wank you a bit?" "Yeah, won't take long though, look at it," Terry finally smiled, "you've really done something to me, but I dunno wot." "I am looking at it! Done wot then? Now you do something for me and lift yer bum so I can pull yer jeans down." Barry grinned and grabbed handfuls of denim to pull on as Terry raised himself off the bed, soon the underpants, size adult, large were revealed along with the overflowing stomach. The black material at the front was now pretty well covered in a mixture of dried spunk and the latest adornments. "You can't let mum see these!" Barry tried not to giggle faced by the sheer amount of smears and stains. "Looks like a load of snails has been walking all over 'em!" "Walking or wanking?" Terry laughed, then blushed. "Trouble is I had me morning wank wearing `em and had a bit of an accident!" "Thought I heard you swearing." "Wot, how?" "Though the wall!" "Fuck! You don't miss much do you?" "No and I don't wanna miss this neither." To Barry the sight of dripping head of the enormous cock sprouting over the waistband was irresistible, he pushed himself against Terry's leg and reached out to grab it with both of his hot little hands. Terry just groaned and lay back on the bed leaving the excited Barry to explore inside of his underpants, foreskin and a forest of sticky brown pubic hair. Unsure if he wanted to admit he liked being be fondled by his younger brother Terry contented himself by imaging he was being attended to by the big breasted girl on page thirty three of his semen impregnated magazine. Barry forced his cock into Terry's thigh as he attended to the slippery organ now only inches from his face, the frantic working the foreskin back and forth could only result in one outcome. Barry who might have seen a few cocks, but not actually handled anything so large on the verge of ejaculation wasn't really prepared for what was to happen next. With little warning other than loud moan Terry jerked up off the bed pulling his seven sticky inches from Barry's grasp and began to discharge a seemingly endless jet of hot cum over himself, the bed and Barry. "Fuck!" exclaimed Barry in utter amazement thinking that the few drops he had so proudly manage to produce earlier now seemed totally insignificant. His climax was receding and with Barry no longer rubbing, Terry desperately felt the need for a very firm hand and grabbed his magnificent organ to begin roughly masturbating himself. His hand plastered in cum had no trouble in sliding up and down to wring the last drop from his balls accompanied by further strangulated groans of delight. Afterwards, feeling somewhat embarrassed at displaying his aggressive masturbation style he looked at Barry who appeared to be just staring between his own small offering and the still throbbing seven inches. "Come here," whispered Terry, "you just tell me when you think you're gonna cum." With that he leant over, reached between them and wrapped his hand around Barry's cock which immediately disappeared inside the clenched fist. Hot and already very slippery with all the cum the hand slowly began it's work, all too soon Barry began to get the strange tingling feeling and started squeaking an excited warning. An expert wanker, Terry brought him close to ejaculation and then stopped so by the time they had managed it some four times Barry was utterly unable to control himself any longer and shot his few very precious, tiny dribbles into the waiting hand. "Wot's the time on that useless bloody watch then, I gotta meet Simon." Nigel carefully stepped down from the wooden box he had been standing on. "We musta been here over an hour doing all this fuckin' stuff for tomorrow." "Yeah, it says half-past four." Ian grinned. "Looks like it's working." "Well, we'd heard the church clock strike four, so for once it could be right." said Nigel brushing the dust off his hands and kicking the box back into the corner. "Now, is all this fuckin' stuff this wot we done gonna fuckin' work?" "Uumm.." Ian looked up at the roof, scratched the bumfluff on his chin and then unconsciously put a hand in his pocket to rub his cockhead. "Think so, it's lucky there was that old saw and hammer here `cause I'd forgotten to do the bit over the window last time we was yer." "I gonna have to take the hammer to you `cause you'll go fuckin' blind of you don't leave it alone!" said Nigel pointing. "You've been playing with it since we got here, now bloody leave it alone and let's make sure we've finished wot we gotta do." "Fuck off!" Ian grinned. "Well, I reckon's it's done and I think it's gonna work, but you sure yer uncle won't mind if the shed ain't quite right after, should be alright but I don't know do I?" "Nah, he won't mind `cause he's got another shed lined up from a mate of his, he knows this ones had it. Anyway you's the practical kiddo, so if don't work we'll just fuckin' blame you!" "This is really fuckin' great innit, who's idea was it?" Ian grinned and pointed up to the roof. "Where'd Art get 'em all from?" "If that don't turn 'em on nothing will! Look wot it's doing for you!" Nigel laughed. "The bigger ones was wot Simon pinched and then we nicked `em off him and the smaller ones was wot we pinched." "Nige, we ain't gonna have time for anything are we?" Ian already had a hand down the front of his shorts. "Seeing this lot has got me going." "You dirty little fucker, you been going since we got yer!" Nigel grinned, "I wish we had, I'd love to do something with you. But not if I gotta get back up and meet Simon. I can't let him down can I? He looked so pissed off when he thought he might not be able to get here with his mates didn't he?" "Yeah, yer right I saw that, but," said Ian as he pushed his shorts down to him knees allowing the tight briefs to come into view, "would we have time for a quick who cums first?" "Cor, why not! Yer already hard, I gotta finish getting mine up." Nigel giggled and began unfastening his jeans to reveal some very worn and sagging briefs, a sorry mess of wet spots and dried semen. "Cor, them pants look a bit past it." Ian realised he shouldn't have said it. "Don't I know it, all mine is worn out." Nigel pulled a face, it wasn't often he felt embarrassed. "I'm hoping mum'll get me something other than white fuckin' Y-fronts soon." "Sorry." "It's alright. Anyhow when d'you get them little blue ones then?" Nigel bent over to look. "They're miles too small and look... and you've cum in 'em. You're disgusting!" "They're Martin's!" Ian blushed as he struggled to pull them down over his burgeoning erection. "We swopped after we'd cum in our own! Anyway I'm still stuck with them white Wolsey things mum gets me." "I wish we had more time." Nigel just smiled, he didn't need to say any more, his expression said it all. "Shit, you're as bad as Art!" said Ian. His heart fluttered or was it his imagination?. "Nobody could be that bad!" Nigel grinned. "That's why we get on, innit?" "Think we can do it under two minutes?" replied Ian starting to masturbate and hoping to steer the conversation away from emotional involvement. "Fuckin' hang on! Let me get it up, fairs fair!" Nigel smiled again and looked at Ian's body for inspiration flopping his cock from side to side. "Ian, show me yer ass that'll do it!" "D'you know, I've been looking forward to doing something with you all day." admitted Ian rather coyly bending forward and slowly opened his legs as much as his clothing would allow. "So've I," said Nigel slowly as he devoured the sight of Ian's bumhole, "truth is, I thought of you last night as well." "You sod, oh shit why do I always get sorta, well embarrassed when I want it as well?" said Ian now red in the face again. "Because yer so fuckin' nice." Nigel smiled and caught his eye. "Well you are. And you care, it's just that you shows it. And, you got a luvly little ass, but I'd split it!" "Oh shit Nige! Don't say any more you'll have me fuckin' crying or something." breaking eye contact Ian turned to look down between them, "Looks like we're both hard, ready one... two... start wanking!" "Hey, look at me," said Nigel, "don't never be afraid of yer emotions, we both know we're attracted to each other. But, it ain't the same as wot I feels for Art or you now feels for Mart is it?" "No, I `spose not." Ian blushed again. "Oh fuck, well just don't go on about it then.. I don't understand meself at the minute." "OK, we'll talk if you like but not now. So just hang on a second, we gotta couple of minutes." Nigel moved over to stand right next to him. "I gotta idea, you'll like it." "Wot?" Ian shuffled closer wanting to be almost touching Nigel, both standing there with trousers and briefs around their knees and cocks at full attention. "Well, we'll have our wanking contest but with," Nigel paused, "with a finger up each other's ass!" "Wot! Can we lick 'em for lube?" Ian started to giggle. "Before or after?" asked Nigel. "Now come on, one of us is gonna have to go left handed." "We could toss for it!" Now they were both convulsed with laughter. "Come on or we won't have time. On the count of three, push it in then start wanking." spluttered Ian. "I'll go lefty." "So you're gonna wank left handed?" "Yeah, I'll pretend it's Mart or something... oooohhhhh wot fun!" "Is.. is yer bum clean?" asked Nigel. "Dunno, I can't remember!" Ian was still laughing, but none the less blushing slightly. "So you'd better lick yer finger first!" Nigel took a deep breath, "Ready... finger up first then you can wank.. OK.. one... two... wank!" Amidst much laughter and groans of anal delight they both began frantically masturbating as though it were the first time all over again. With Nigel's digit rammed up as far as it would go and working Ian's prostate like a pneumatic drill it was Ian who was the first shudder and shoot several splodges of semen, most of which unfortunately seeming to land inside his own underpants! Nigel's noisy climax followed less than twenty seconds later and was a typically catastrophic event with hot cum squirting all over himself and his clothes. "Fuck! Wish I could cum like that!" Ian looked at Nigel and grinned. "Still, I won." "I'd better give the winner a kiss then." with that Nigel turned to hug the rather surprised Ian, unaware that his drooling cock was leaving it's slimy mark all over Ian and his clothes. "Shit!" murmured Ian. What a day, embraced by first Martin and now Nigel, not to mention Art and Simon's involvement. "Right that's it. Pull yer bleeding knickers up and let's bloody go, I gotta meet Simon." said Nigel releasing Ian after a few seconds. "One day I'm gonna kiss you proper!" "Oh." Ian swallowed hard and thought about kissing, the wonderfully pleasurable act he had only so recently discovered with Martin. "Well, stop dreaming and hurry up." said Nigel unsuccessfully battling to persuade his unruly erection to stay inside his briefs. "These fuckin' pants ain't no good, the fuckin' elastic fucked!" "Bleeding hell, mines full of spunk!" cried Ian looking very uncomfortable as he started to pull them up and stretch the waistband to it's absolute limit to get it over his own erection. "Well wot d'you expect if you wank over 'em!" Having said that Nigel just burst out laughing. The whole thing was far to ridiculous for words, there was he with and erection that refused to stay inside his tired underpants and Ian who's underpants were far too small and wet with spunk. Ian looked up to see what was so funny, Nigel didn't need to explain he just gesticulated and watched as Ian's face broke into a grin. "Don't start me off as well." said Ian giggling having finally managed to get everything inside the briefs. "Bloody hell these are tight!" "Ready let's go then." Nigel pulled his jeans up in the hope they would contain his cock even if his briefs wouldn't and stepped towards the door. "Fuckin' hell wot's all this? It was you wunnit?" Ian's grin had turned to a look of horror having pulled his shorts up to see lots of cummy deposits now decorating the front. "Me?" asked Nigel innocently. "And bleeding hell! Look wot've I done! These pants is all twisted... oh fuck.. they're cutting me balls off, I can't walk like this!" "Fuck yer pants, you'll have to sort 'em out later. Come on let's get going!" replied Nigel in between guffaws of laughter and pushing Ian out the door whilst still trying to fasten his own jeans with one hand, the shed key in the other. "Why won't these bloody jeans fasten?" "Because yer in too much of fuckin' hurry!" "Piss off!" "Oh bloody hell, these pants is so tight they're gonna cut me balls off!" exclaimed Ian for the second time and reached up the leg of his shorts to try and adjust them as Nigel hurriedly locked the door whilst struggling with his jeans. "Fuck yer pants, wot's the time?" the door locked Nigel had already begun to walk quickly up the road. "It's...," Ian looked at his watch as he hurried to catch up, "it's just gone twenty to five... well that's wot me watch says." "Let's hope it's bloody right for a change. We should be there easily by five if we gets a move on. Now bloody hurry up!" For well over half the distance to the post office the two continued at a fairly brisk pace albeit looking and sounding distinctly unhappy as they forged on. "Oh fuck... now they've sticking to me hairs!" wailed Ian for the second time from behind. "They're gonna cut me balls off, if I can't adjust 'em soon!" "Fuck yer balls!" Giggling, Nigel glanced behind to see him swearing and obviously struggling to walk. Yet again he had one hand pushed up the leg of his shorts in an effort to restore blood circulation and hopefully peel the rapidly adhering cotton away from his pubes. "You'll be bloody arrested if somebody sees you doing that." "Piss off, I can't help it `cause it feels like all me hairs is being pulled out!" "Well you'll just have to fuckin' keep up, I'm gonna run a bit and walk a bit." said Nigel looking back again and trying hard not to laugh at the sight of Ian limping along with one hand up his shorts and a very pained expression on his face. "Ohhh shit!" cried Ian as another few hairs were painfully tweaked "I'm running now for a bit." called out Nigel before taking off in sort of loping run. Ian just couldn't do it, the very thought of losing any more hairs would leave him with bald balls, certainly not the thing any self-respecting over sexed adolescent would wish for. He watched as Nigel the budding athlete ran off with the agility of a water buffalo, all the agility of a water buffalo that was until his jeans began falling down towards his ankles! Quite understandably, it was at that point that Nigel decided to accompany his involuntary display of white legs and filthy underpants with a supreme collection of grammar school expletives. Ian stopped. Leaning against a garden wall and convulsed with laughter he watched as the infamous spunk impregnated Y-fronts followed the jeans to expose a delightfully spotty pair of white buttocks. The briefs lodged themselves around knee level constricting any further leg movement leaving Nigel tottering around for a few seconds being still carried by the momentum of running. Predictably failing to keep his balance he performed an unknown ballet movement, exhibited this cock to the entire street and fell cursing violently, face first, very ungracefully to the ground. Luckily being in pre-war suburbia the pavements had been laid out with a small grass verge planted with trees adjacent to the footpath and his head hit the grass not the pavement. Dazed and slightly bewildered as to what had actually happened he came to and began mentally checking himself over to see he was still in one piece without any major injuries. By the time Ian limped up, who needless to say was beside himself with laughter Nigel had concluded he was basically intact other than his pride which had suffered a severe dent. "You alright? You hurt?" asked Ian in between laughing. He looked at the white buttocks and thought for moment had they not been so rushed, by now he should have deposited a cock full of cum somewhere between them. It was a bad choice of daydream since his cock began twitching inside his shorts. "Stop fuckin' laughing," replied Nigel from the grass, "see if there's any blood or anything?" "From where, yer ass? You ain't broke nothing, you looks alright. Fuckin' get up and going." Ian looked anxiously round to see if they had been spotted by anybody. It wasn't every day that such salubrious neighbourhoods were treated to a near naked boy laying across the footpath with an erection. Besides, it was just the sort of superior part of suburbia where grammar school teachers might live. "I think I've hurt me leg." "Get up, fuck yer leg and just get bloody up," ordered Ian starting to haul him to his feet, propping him against the tree as he did so, "we gotta pull yer jeans up before somebody sees you." "Fuckin' hell!" exclaimed Nigel looking down and going white with fright. "You didn't say me jeans had fallen down!" "Ain't you realised it's wot tripped you up, you stupid sod!" Ian reached down and hauled the briefs right up, unceremoniously stuffing Nigel's semi erect cock back in at the same time. Reaching down to grab the jeans he noticed there was blood on Nigel's knee. "You got blood coming out yer knee, musta have grazed it something, do it hurt?" Nigel didn't answer, he was looking over Ian's shoulder. Moment's later he hissed, "We got fuckin' company! Just piss off and see Simon, tell him he'll get the key tomorrow morning. I'll get up there in a minute, wait for me... just bugger off now, don't look back.. please, just fuckin' go!" "Sure?" even though he might get caught Ian didn't like the thought of leaving Nigel in the state he was, but they couldn't let Simon down. "Just go, piss off now before you gets caught. Fuck off, go please!" Without further encouragement Ian took Nigel at his word hobbled off as fast as his pubic hairs would allow not looking back down until he got to the relative safety of the far corner. #################################################################### Chap 95 to follow