Date: Tue, 17 Feb 2009 01:07:57 -0800 (PST) From: Ami Subject: Brief Encounters - chapter 10 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 your bed or if you shared a room 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 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 very intrigued to learn! Tom email: amias05@yahoo.com ***************************************************************************************************** Chapter 10 - Night manoeuvres! Ever since that most erotic of gym lessons poor Brian had been in a state of sexual arousal, in fact he is poor cock had rarely gone down since and he was becoming quite addicted to playing with it through his pockets. He just could not get the memory of young Jimmy sucking him off and fingering his delightful little bum out of his mind, indeed it seemed as every time he thought about it his cock would get even harder than before! It didn't help that it was too late to change seating partners in the classrooms to be next to Jimmy so, whenever he was sat down he would be constantly playing with himself through his pockets under the desk and looking in the direction of Jimmy and wishfully thinking that he was doing the same! From his point of view, what made matters worse was that recently he never seemed to be alone and so the odds were definitely against him as regards being able to have, basically, a really good wank!! The best he could hope for was to lock himself in the bathroom at home and pound away on his ever receptive little cock, but even then he knew his movements were being noted by Robbie his slightly younger brother, who for some reason seemed to be developing more than just a casual interest in what Brian was doing in private. It seemed to stem from the undue observation that Robbie now appeared to take in watching every move that Brian made when it came to getting dressed and undressed. Naturally Brian tried desperately to hide his ever present erection but he was sure Robbie had seen it and somehow, despite his being a year younger Robbie was definitely getting some sort of sexual turn-on from of it all. Brian decided that's what horrible little brothers were for, just to spy and annoy. And, wouldn't it only be just too typical of Robbie to say something like, why's Brian always disappearing off to the bathroom, just to cause maximum embarrassment him in front of his parents! But, just wait untill Robbie came to senior school next year, Brian would really fix him then! Sadly though, that was then and this was now so revenge would have to wait! To make matters ten times worse, Robbie had even been sleeping in Brian's room for the last few days as his own room was being completely redecorated. Since their father could only work at it on weekends he had promised to complete in another couple of weeks or sooner if he could. And, that at the worst time possible from Brian's point of view, when he so desperately needed some privacy to explore his new found pleasures of the flesh in the privacy of his own bed. Poor Brian, he was very frustrated in more ways than one! However, he had noted with some satisfaction, that sometimes even Robbie could be spotted playing with whatever he had hidden in his jeans and that in itself was something which Brian thought he must now take more interest in - particularly since they would both be sleeping in the same room for a while longer. However, tonight Brian had a plan and was going to take the upper hand to really score one over Robbie, who he knew was more than somewhat apprehensive about moving to up senior school. Just as Art and Simon would sit watching the TV doing their best to hide their boners, so now did Brian and to a lesser extent young Robbie. Sharing a bedroom and getting undressed for bed when sporting a rather sore erection, is not maybe the easiest thing to do and yet it always seemed that Robbie was there first, undressed and ready for bed, just waiting and watching for Brian come in and undress. This time, thought Brian to himself, he would be there first and save himself considerable embarrassment so he would watch Robbie for a change! So, he caught Robbie by surprise when he suddenly announced that he was very tired after a particularly hard time at school and was going to bed earlier than normal for a change. In fact a good thirty minutes early and coincidentally just before Robbie's bedtime deadline. Setting off quickly, up the stairs to the room, he changed into his pyjamas at lightening speed, whizzed to the bathroom and was in bed, comfortably holding his prick under the blankets by the time Robbie had appeared. "Gawd, you were in a hurry, to get up here," said Robbie looking over, "you got something to hide or what?" He nodded his head towards Brian who was partly sitting up in bed with his knees raised to quite rightly disguise any obvious swellings of the bedclothes. "What d'you mean?" replied Brian innocently, knowing full well that his cock was sticking straight out of the fly in his pyjamas and if it had been capable of producing any form of liquid other than pee, by now the bed would be soaking! "Nothin', " said Robbie, fingering the buttons on his shirt as he realised it was now his turn to undress in front of his brother. "Don't be shy!" goaded Brian sweetly, "Next year you'll be at big school and don't forget all the boys undress in front of each other for gym, so everybody well, gets to see... ummm everything!" Robbie went a little red "What, I didn't know that....you don't do you...." he stammered. "Oh yeah," continued Brian, at last the boot was on the other foot. He could see Robbie was believing it all, "and sometimes, in the changing room, well.... they even... ummmm.. oh no I'd better not say!" Robbie fell for it, "They do what.. what do they do... tell me??" he said, his voice having a note of panic. "Shit!!" said Brian in a surprised voice, staring over at Robbie who was taking his shirt off, "D'you know I forgot you wore a vest!" "So?" retorted Robbie sounding a little embarrassed, "So what, Mum wants me to! Now, tell me what they do...in the changing room?" "Dunno, if I should tell you, really..." said Brian mysteriously, "but it's to do with undressing and that... course it really only effects boys who wear vests!" "What!!!" Robbie turned white with fright, "What you mean... what do they do... Brian please... tell me...!" "Well you better hurry up and get undressed first.... " said Brian, by now finding the whole situation incredibly horny as he watched Robbie sit on the bed in his white vest and start to take off his shoes. Robbie started to stand up and turning away to undo his jeans he again asked "Please Brian, what is they do? What about my vest?" Brian replied, "Well, don't you get changed and sort of naked in front of the boys at your school, now then?" "Oh shit! NO!!" cried Robbie, "No not naked! I couldn't, I couldn't....but what do they do.. what will they do to me?" "Well. Oh!" said Brian pulling hard on his cock beneath the bedclothes, revenge was sweet! "Come here over here and I'll tell you." Waddling over with his jeans now slipping down his waist to expose his matching white briefs Robbie looked so worried that Brian wondered if he had gone too far! "Well, ummm" he said pointing with his free hand "drop the jeans... don't be shy.. then turn slowly round and bend over..and...." "What will they do to me ...Brian...please ...?" asked Robbie again plaintively. He slowly did as he was told and started to lower his jeans. He was now sure that what Brian was getting him to do had to be connected with what might befall him in the changing room. "Well... Brian... is it OK... ?" he asked from the bending position, his ass outlined in the tight white briefs facing Brian "What you're gonna do.... that is to do with they might do to me isn't it?". Brian was rubbing as hard as he dared on his cock, trying not let his actions give anything away and was envisaging Jimmy in place of Robbie. "Oh... yes, it's OK... but I gotta ask you to do one more thing... " said Brian trying hard to stop giggling, "Ummm.. would you pull yer pants down for me while you are like that?" "What!!!... No, no... 'course I won't" snapped Robbie making to stand up. "No, no hold on...just stay there, no stay there....just like that!" coaxed Brian, now only seconds from a dry climax, "Ummm .. it's really important, 'cause then you'll know what to do in the changing room ...see !" Robbie was caught, he was now convinced he would be meeting some unknown fate in the gym when he started senior school, so should he embarrass himself in front of his brother in order to learn the awful truth of what could happen and be thus prepared for it. "Come on Robbie, that won't hurt... then you'll know won't you...so you'll be ready and won't get caught...so, just drop yer pants" cooed Brian rubbing away for all he was worth and still visualising Jimmy standing there before him! "Oh ... shit... all right, but don't you dare tell anyone will you?" Robbie said, reaching back to get his fingers under the white elastic waistband. "Would I ?... oooohhh no!" said Brian now breathing very quickly and just staring at Robbie's little white spotty bum slim as he nervously pulled his briefs down to his knees. "There," said Robbie looking back though his legs towards Brian, "Now, please... what will they do to me, please tell me... will they hurt me?" "Fuck!!!!!" moaned Brian, followed by "Oh ... Jimmy...!" as he finally climaxed, hoping that his involuntary muscular spasms did not give it away. "What!!!...They'd fuck me???" said Robbie's sounding petrified, but "But how.. what's a fuck! Who's Jimmy... would he do it?" "No, no !!.. Oh. Jimmy oh, no no!!" spluttered Brian as he dissolved into a fit of giggles, "I've been .. oooohhh my ...oooohhh... shit!...ha-ha... I've been pulling your pisser...it's all big a joke!!!!!" It took a second before Robbie realised he had been tricked "You bastard!!!!!" he said. He turned around whilst still fumbling to pull his jeans and briefs back up and jumped on top of Brian who was by now totally convulsed with laughter! "You bastard!!" was all he could say as he attempted to pull the bedclothes off to get at Brian who was still laughing his head off. It took Robbie a couple of minutes, but when he eventually succeeded in pulling the blankets off and tried to climb on top of Brian, but he wasn't strong enough to make any real impression. Although, he thought he certainly had felt the impression of Brian's every erect prick sticking into his half exposed torso. Brian, now on total high, sensed another sensual opportunity. Making a big effort to contain Robbie's flaying limbs Brian managed to swing him round until he was laying across the top of his legs. "Now then...got you!" said Brian in between giggling, "Come on, calm down Robbie... it was only a joke!" "You sod..! You made me show you my bum!" cried Robbie indignantly, his legs kicking up and down, his jeans having fallen down to his knees again during, "And now I want to see your bum!" "No chance!" replied Brain taking the opportunity to see just what lay before him. He was greeted by the site of Robbie's pert ass clad in white briefs with the matching vest now pulled up above his waist. "But that's not all you want to see is it... you dirty little sod?" asked Brian playfully slapping the inviting twin white mounds. "Oi, don't do that!" said Robbie, "It's hurts! Hey, what d'you mean, what else did I wanna see?" "You know... don't you?" said Brian firmly, "I've seen you watching me very time I get undressed or anything.... haven't you?" Robbie paused. He knew he had been rumbled "No, no.. 'course not Brian... why would I.. ummm.. do that.. ummm" "Because, you're a dirty toad and you wanted to see this!" said Brian suddenly lifting his body so that his ever hard prick was thrust right into Robbie's crutch. "That's what you wanted to wasn't it... you ... " Defiance set in. Robbie replied, "Well what if it was.... you shouldn't be playing with it anyway it's dirty and me mates say it'll make you blind!" Brain smiled, "Well if it does then. we'll be going blind together. Don't think I haven't seen you playing with yours as well!" Out of sight face down on the bed, Robbie went rather red " No I don't.... I don't !! I never touch it... I don't even look it.. ever!" he squeaked in panic. "Well, I am gonna look at it right now!!!" said Brian as he firmly grasped the waistband of Robbie's white briefs and pulled the swiftly down in one movement. "Oh you sod!!!" cried Robbie helplessly, "What you doing... no... no... Brian... no !! It's not fair...." "It bloody well is!!" retorted Brian, rolling him over so that Robbie's small hairless scrotum and matching semi-stiff cock were only inches away from his face, "Now then, how d'you like being looked at?" Poor Robbie's cherry red face said it all and for once in his life he was speechless. In that split second, Brian was wondering whether he had gone to far as the last thing he wanted was to start the third world war which was sure to happen if Robbie started crying and their parents got involved! Then he had a brainwave, but it's success depended on surprise. Before Robbie could say anything, Brian suddenly pushed him off and onto the bed beside him, grabbing hold of his pyjama trousers he roughly pulled them open to reveal his own rampant cock. "There," he said proudly, "now I've seen yours and you've seen mine... come on, have a good look ... " Robbie lay there stunned staring, his mouth open. Brian prayed it would work, was he going to call out or not? "Shit, it's much bigger than mine!" he finally uttered. Brian breathed a huge sigh on relief, " Well, 'tis a bit isn't it?" he replied "But your's will grow, I was like you a year ago," Robbie looked down to see his little hard cock still on display, his briefs down around his knees. Turning red with embarrassment, then looking back up at Brian, he said somewhat disconsolately, "It's not very big is it? I think all my mates have got bigger ones." "How d'you know that... have you looked?" enquired Brian, only too well aware of the feelings of feelings of inadequacy he often experienced himself. "Well ... no. Not properly,.no, only when we change for gym I try and look." admitted Robbie, "but I reckon they have." Brian wanted an answer to the nagging question, "But Robbie, why are you so suddenly interested in all this and my cock in particular... you been trying to see it for days haven't you?" Robbie nodded. "It's... ummm well.. it's at school, like with Mark and Andy really, they go off looking at each others bits...umm in the bogs... and.. I.... " Robbie, was not sure if he should say anything, "ummm, well they won't let me join in unless I can find out about big boys cocks and...ummm they've only got big sisters... and.. they said if, if I could ummm, find out about your cock and like what you did with it, well they'd uummm, let me join them! They keep asking do you wank? But I'd don't know what wanking is see? So what is that, wanking thing? Ummm, anyway if I did, like... well I could be one of them in their, you know gang... d'you see?" Even for Brian and his new found exhibitionism the subject of wanking was getting a little close to home, especially since he had only discovered it himself so recently, maybe a 'big brother" change of tact would evade the subject? "Oh Robbie," he said, pulling his pyjamas back in place, "was it really worth following me round and upsetting me to join their stupid gang?" Robbie shook his head tears in his eyes "No.I don't want to upset you." he muttered "Come on now and cover yourself up and get your pyjamas on before Mum comes up." Brian pushed him off the bed and patted his ass as he walked over to his own bed, grabbing his pyjamas he got into them very quickly, the thought of his mother catching him partly undressed spurred him on no end. "Look," continued Brian, "I'm sorry I did that to you, but well... shit, we are brothers and ummm... well, up to now we haven't really had any secrets or that have we?" " I 'spouse not..." said Robbie, sitting on the bed "So, why didn't you just come and ask me about it?" said Brian, "Look I would have got embarrassed but I would have told you." "Really, would you?" "Of course, so in future never spy on me again... and if you want to know ... well you ask me instead.. got it?" "Yeah! I'm so pleased you ain't mad at me!" said Robbie smiling again, "But what about wanking though...!!" "Oh...mmmm .... yes....!!!!" Brian started to reply, but thankfully was cut short as his mothers voice came up the stairs. "I'll be up to say good night in minute boys... in bed now please..." "Do as she say's now Robbie, lets go to sleep... I'm very tired tired and I really think I've had enough for one day!" said a very relieved and exhausted Brian. Clutching his cock he closed his eyes and drifted off almost immediately to sleep and dreams of Jimmy! "Brian." Robbie snuggled down, "thank you!" Brian barely raised a tired eyelid, "Yeah, I know... now go to sleep!" Meanwhile, in an adjacent suburb and in a bedroom with a very similar pine bed somebody else was thinking about getting ready for bed. Or, to be more precise, Art wasthinking about what he could to himself that evening that would be a bit of turn on for his nightly wank. He had been very good and had actually finished all of his homework, albeit under threat of a detention if he didn't, so he really felt that he deserved something extra special tonight, but what? He closed his books and leaned back in the chair thrusting both hands deep into his pockets, feeling his way under the elastic of his briefs he started stroking his very rapidly hardening cock with his fingertips. His devious mind was working overtime as to what he could do, then he remembered the fun he had earlier with the skipping rope, he thought long and hard, eventually even surprising himself at just how far he would go to get himself off! Just wait till Nigel heard about his one since it combined both underwear and bum play, but he would have to be careful in case he was caught since it was now getting on for eleven o'clock and was past his theoretical bedtime! Standing up, he started to take off his jeans and as usual his raging erection was soon pushing the front of his Y-Fronts outwards with what seemed to an ever devolving wet spot where the head of his penis obviously lay. He couldn't resisting squeezing it several times as he struggled with his jeans then, standing there in just his briefs and shirt he bent over and started to rummage about in the very bottom his wardrobe, eventually standing up, smiling to himself as held what looked like another pair of briefs. Indeed it was, but these had to be kept really hidden away as not only did they double as the occasional cum rag, but also had been "modified" so that he could finger his bum through a hole torn in the seat - this was, naturally another original idea from the anally obsessed Nigel. Easing his own briefs down over his cock and then throwing them over by the bed, he carefully pulled up the others and then felt back, under his balls to check that the hole in the rear panel was in about the correct spot! Naturally his finger lingered for a few pleasant seconds before he dived back in to the wardrobe again and this time came out clutching the skipping rope which had seen such sterling service earlier! Another idea struck him, maybe before he went any further he should make some form of barrier to stop the bedroom door being opened, looking round he decided to carefully leave his heavy school bag in line with door so as to "accidentally" block it, should someone try the door. That done, still sporting his rock hard erection he went over to the bed and wound the skipping rope around the rail at the head of the bed so the handle was anchored as his latest deviant plan demanded. Firmly gripping his cock through the fabric of the briefs he stood back and remembered he needed just one more thing to make it all work, the handcream which lived on top of the chest of drawers! With his heart racing, here he was ready for a brand new sexual adventure and just prayed that nobody would want to come into his room whilst he so busy! Getting onto the bed he moved his pillows away and then got onto all fours manoeuvring himself so that his bottom was pretty much in line with the skipping rope handle. With his prick now really throbbing and dripping what seemed to him, to be bucket loads of precum into the already badly stained briefs he balanced himself on one arm whilst managing to squirt a huge blob of handcream onto his index finger of his free hand. Being totally overexcited by it all he was really afraid he might shoot his load into his pants before he had even got organised! However, with some restraint he reached out behind himself to guide the trembling finger through the hole in the seat of the briefs to deposit the cooling cream more or less onto the lips of his waiting bumhole. Shivering with delight his finger slid so easily past the outer muscle and on into the warm inner sanctum, his cock eagerly responding by depositing more and more precum into the slimy wet briefs. Then he froze, his finger buried deep in his bottom - he knew he just had to, otherwise he was in danger of cumming right then and there! It was after what seemed like an age had passed before he felt able to safely withdraw his finger without detonating the threatening orgasm. With his bum now feeling the cooling benefits of the handcream he seemed to relax, giving him the chance to quickly coat the curved wooden handle with more cream. Pushing his bottom backwards towards the bedhead, he held the wooden handle and aligned it by feel with his puckered hole, once he sensed the cool wood at the entrance he pushed backward very gently until he felt it beginning to slip inside him. Once the bulbous handle had entered his passage the sphincter muscle took over and virtually drew it inside, the handcream doing it's job beautifully. He had decided this new experience was going to be heightened by his decision to just to let his cock be stimulated by it's own movement within his pants without any manual assistance. That was going to be very to resist by he just knew it would give him the orgasm that he wanted! His mind was rushing to keep up with the new sensations that his bum was now experiencing, this was now a whole new game since it wasn't his hand that was providing the motion. It was his own bum and it almost felt as though the incredible pull of the muscle would never allow the handle out again. Eventually he got the hang of moving himself forward until the handle was just starting to come out, then backwards his muscles pulled it back up and right inside him, even the rope was now coated in dribbles of handcream as his ass clamped on it tightly. Every sensation was heightened by thoughts of the cum stained underwear he had on, the handle passing through the seat of the briefs, which were now just a glorious, wet,sticky, slimy mess with his cock just dripping blob after blob of gooey precum as it slid around inside. It was the most delicious feeling ever and nothing he had ever done measured up to this. Maybe one day he would ask Nigel to join him in a double act! Was this what it was like to be ass fucked? Well if it was, then things were about to get even better as without any real warning his ass violently pulled in the handle so it rammed hard against his prostate - it was as if all the stars of the universe, if not the entire milky way, suddenly confronted him as his engorged cock spewed out load after load of hot steaming cum! With the sheer weight of liquid pooling inside the already saturated briefs it didn't take very long before it started to seep through the pouch to drip slowly onto his bedding. Gasping for breath, his heart beating as though it were going to explode he somehow managed to remain on all fours, the handle was now so firmly gripped and pulled so far up his passage that his ass cheeks were now pressed hard against the bed rail! Bending his head downwards he looked back at himself and was pretty shocked to see what an utter mess he was in. The Y-fronts were far from clean to begin with, but now they were literally dripping with cum, the front was soaked right though and the bed was now absorbing up the excess. He had to admit the view did look rather erotic, what the rope tied to the bed which just disappeared somewhere through the hole in the rear of his briefs although the slimy rivulet's of cum and hand cream trickling down his legs weren't quite so attractive! The handle had really been pulled deep inside his bum and as he discovered when he tried to pull it out that it was was actually a very unpleasant and somewhat painful experience since the tense sphincter muscle had no intention of letting it go. His bum certainly felt really strange when he did finally manage to force it out, in fact he was became quite worried that he might hurt his bum or the rope would come detached and the handle be left up there - now, how could he ever explain that to anybody!! What an experience. But would he repeat it? With other people in the house he was extremely lucky not to have been caught and cleaning up was going to be far from fun since there was cum and handcream smeared just about everywhere, even his bedding smelt of it! Using the cummy briefs to wipe up was obviously not such a brilliant idea as they seemed to deposit more cum than they cleaned up, but other than a clean shirt he could see little else to do it with so eventually he threw them under the bed in disgust. Now, even by his minimal standards of personal hygiene, Art knew he was in mess and it was far too late to go to have a bath in case his parents asked why. Somehow he had to contain the congealing mess around his cock and ass until he could have a quick bath in the morning. Wondering what to do he suddenly remembered the briefs he had taken off to begin with and decided he could sleep in those under his pyjama which would at least prevent with the already cum stained bedding getting any worse. So it was a very, very tired boy who went to bed that night and was soon fast asleep dreaming of more giant skipping ropes, cum soaked Y-fronts and being rogered by Nigel. Seven in the morning, Brian opened his eyes and turned to look at the clock. Good news, he had another had another thirty minutes to go before he had to get up so, instinctively he reached down and felt for his cock, naturally it was hard and waiting! He closed his eyes and was tempted to go back to sleep but, understandably the events of the previous day were still going round in his head. He looked over and saw the top of Robbie's head visible under the bedding, he looked fast asleep. Strange thought Brian how Robbie had so suddenly become aware of sex, he tried to think back to when he first became interested and couldn't really remember although he concluded, he was probably about the same age. As brothers they were only a year apart, in the main they got on really well and didn't have many secrets from each other but it was the seemingly silly act of spying that had annoyed Brian, because had Robbie had asked him outright he would have probably told him all he knew. Which wasn't very much anyway! And, he assumed in Robbie's case the sex interest was obviously being spurred on by his classmates who sounded a randy bunch - if only Brian's friends had been that open about the subject he might have developed a lot earlier and would not have been so dreadfully shy as he was now. But, since he had confided in Jimmy as friend, one thing was for sure, that Jimmy was certainly not shy, in fact quite the reverse, so much so that Brian felt very inhibited with him and would probably do whatever Jimmy wanted. Ten past seven, he squeezed his hard cock, dare he try to have another wank with Robbie so close? It was an enormous temptation and he desperately needed the practice! He certainly looked asleep, he was asleep, Brian was sure of it! Slowly, he rolled over onto to his back and lay there looking over to see if the was any movement, it appeared not, so he started to raise his knees up and form a tent so that he could reach down and play with his prick without rustling the bed clothes. So far so good, Robbie still looked sound asleep and Brian was getting pretty excited by the thought of actually doing it with Robbie so close, however he just wanted one more thing, to be able to drop his pajama bottoms! The more he thought about it, the more he couldn't resist! So very slowly raised his bottom off the bed and started to pull them down, his cock throbbed in anticipation, just as he lowered himself back to bed the mattress let out a twang. He looked anxiously over at Robbie but he seemed to be sleeping undisturbed, looking at the clock he waited till it was gone seven fifteen and as there were still no signs of life he slipped his right hand down and started to gently pull up on his cock. Smiling to himself that this was going to be so hot and it wouldn't take him long to climax he decided to take one more risk, he let his other hand wander down and start to feel around his crack just as Jimmy had done. However, as he was new to the whole sex thing he was rather unsure what exactly to do. Now, he thought, when Jimmy had put a finger up his bum he really enjoyed it, but should he do it himself or was it a dirty thing to do? Confusion set in, still he continued wanking and closed his eyes to try to think it all through. He must have fallen back to sleep, for less than a minute later he was being woken by the feel of something very hard sticking into his naked thigh. Seconds later a hot little hand removed his own hand from his cock and placed it on top of the object which was sticking into him. It was, of course, Robbie's very hard three inches of boyhood! In horror he realised that Robbie was now in the bed beside him, muttering the immortal words "Oh... fucking helll!!!!" he turned to see Robbie grinning broadly at him. "Brian, we ain't got no secrets now and we know what our cocks look like, will you show me how to wank? I know you've been doing it, I've been watching! Please..." For the first time in two days Brian was without an erection, it's demise was pretty instant, such was the shock of waking to find his younger brother poking him with the hardest three inches he could imagine! "But Robbie, we can't do this" he stuttered, "Tt's... it's ummm.. not right.... suppose we are caught?" "But... last night it was all right?" replied Robbie logically, "So, what's changed Bri? I want to... please!" "Ummm...." Brian knew he really wanted the experience, but dare he with his own brother? He looked at him, he seemed so sweet and innocent just staring at Brian with such a hopeful expression on his face as he nudged Brian's naked thigh with his stiff little cock. Then Robbie's hand started pulling Brian's hand up and down his cock, Brian knew it was sort of wrong but he couldn't resist, his own cock started to rise again. "Robbie... you must swear to me that you will never tell anybody about this." said Brian seriously, giving in to his other self, "You must, please, will you?" Robbie thought, "Yes, all right I promise I won't tell anybody...." "You mean it...?" "Yes, I promise, I've said it," replied Robbie, "and now, please can we get on with it before Mum comes in or anything!" "You dirty little sod!" said Brian smiling, "Here give me your hand and I'll show you how to do it on me...." "Oh, but it's me that want's it done!" said Robbie "Ah, but you gotta do what yer teacher say's haven't you?" said Brian, "Now shut up.... gimme yer hand and just cop hold of this..." At about the same time, not too far away, one of two other brothers was waking up and like millions of other boys was sporting his morning boner. Simon was bursting for a morning pee and knew his cock would usually go down pretty quickly after that, whereas brother Art had his own particular morning ritual! However, this morning the ritual was going to be broken as had Art overslept and was only woken by several shouts from his mother to get up lest he be late for school. The previous evenings activity had totally exhausted him and was now flashing back through his mind, he threw back the bedclothes and looked down, smiling when he saw the stained briefs bulging ominously out of the fly of his striped pajamas! But, he was somewhat surprised to be greeted by such an overpowering smell comprising sweat, handcream and dried spunk, no problem he thought to himself as he sat on the edge of the bed inhaling the awful aroma time for a quick bath. Well, he thought there was no problem until he looked at the clock which showed it to be 7.45 and as the bus left at 8.05. Mental arithmetic wasn't his strong point but even he managed to work out that deducting the 7 minute walk to the bus stop meant he had only some 13 minutes, if he was very lucky, to get up, ready and out of the house! His mother was now shouting threats that unless he appeared with the next two minutes she would come upstairs and dress him! Heaven forbid! Could there be anything worse, he panicked and shouted back that he was getting up and knew it was late! In the time available a bath was obviously out of the question, so he started hunting around for some clean underwear which would at least make him smell better, but there were none in the chest of drawers, nor in the pile of dirty washing so it was time to look, and not for the first time at what was living under the bed! None. Other than the revolting pair thrown there the previous night there were not one pair of crystallised y-Fronts to be found anywhere! His heart seemed to miss a beat as he stared in disbelief at the empty space under the bed. Where the hell could they be? Who had taken them? It would be obvious finding such a collection of such filthy, abused underwear what had been happening! It was a lewdly illustrated tour of the secrets of his sex life. Seeing himself in the mirror as he stood up he looked as if he had turned white with shock. Who had done it, his mother, father, Simon? It had to be one of them but how on earth could possibly ask about it? "Art.... I'm coming up those stairs in one minute and I don't care if your fifteen 'cause I'll dress you if I have to!" Screeched his mother up the stairs. He knew that tone of voice, he had only ever heard it once or twice before, for some reason she had totally lost her temper. "No NO! I'm coming now, I am... Mum...wait ...no... no...please... mum...wait! " he replied in sheer panic, visualising the ultimate humiliation of the threat because he knew she would do it!. He had no choice. So, still wearing the revolting briefs he had slept in he just rapidly pulled his school trousers on over the top and rushed out onto the landing grabbing his socks, school tie and shirt up as went! "My God you look awful...I can't have son of mine going round like this!" said his mother angrily, watching him putting his shirt on as he tore down the stairs, "I'm going to have you sorted out my boy... just look at you. And, what is that awful smell... haven't you washed?" "Ummmm..." Art just stood there petrified, he had never seen her like this before something must have happened to get her this angry. Simon stood there trying hard not to laugh, there was no question that Art looked absolutely dreadful, he had never looked tidy going to school, but his appearance now was scaling new heights! "You all right Art?" said Simon grinning "You look a bit pale!" "I'm going to have word with your father, you have to smarten up, this can't go on! Just look at you!" barked his mother, "Now go on and get that bus quick. And don't you dare take it out on Simon either, you hear!" "Yes, Mum...no, Mum... " Art lamely replied, gladly heading for the door tears in his eyes with his mother final words ringing in his ears as he stumbled down the garden path. "We'll sort this out tonight, you hear me!". In the less than fifteen minutes his secure inner world had been turned inside out, it was all too fast, he was now very confused and upset. His mother never behaved like that, she just didn't lose her temper so what was it? Was his crime that serious? "Come on then Art let's go or we'll miss that bus, come on and hurry up" shouted Simon starting off at a brisk pace down the road. "Fuckin' hell... fuckin' hell! " said Art angrily as he trailed behind still apparently finishing dressing, his shoes still untied. "Why didn't my fuckin' alarm clock work?" "It did, I heard it!" said Simon, turning and adding cheekily, "Maybe you were busy doing something else.." "What! Oh.you dirty little fucker, is that all you think about?" "So do you!" replied Simon grinning, "Well look at you now, your fucking cock's half up as it is isn't it ? See...it's poking yer trousers out right now...isn't it?" Art looked down, he knew it was half up, it always was anyway, "No it's not...it's... it's just these trousers they are big at the front.... oh just fuck off! Fuck off!"" "No, they ain't..." said Simon. He knew he was in very strong position since he literally had all the evidence in the shape and smell of Art's underwear. He rightly assumed that Art had discovered it had gone missing that morning. Approaching the bus stop, Simon really tempted providence by adding "Nah, I reckon you were late 'cause you were having a wank!" Art went bright red. In fact, he usually went bright red even if anybody were just to associate him with the word wank as he knew was at it all the time! "Look at you... you've gone red ...you were... you dirty fucker! I knew it!" crowed Simon. "No I fuckin wasn't! Just fuckin' shut up or I'll fuckin' thump you!" Art replied angrily moving towards him. Simon moved back knowing instantly he had overdone it. Art was never, ever violent and was obviously very rattled, although of course Simon knew part of the reason why. "I'm sorry Art.. I didn't mean to.." "You little bastard! Just shut up and leave fuckin' me alone!" Art was lost, not only had his dreadful secret been discovered but somebody now had all the evidence in the shape of all his underwear. Who and just what were they going to do with it? He knew that getting up late and looking a mess was all his own fault, but at this moment in time the last thing he needed was all the additional pressure from his mother to get himself smartened up. And now if all that wasn't enough, here he was being cruelly taunted by his younger brother who somehow knew about him wanking. Could it have been him that had stolen it? However, short of asking Simon outright if he had taken his underpants he knew he had little choice but to suffer in silence as he certainly didn't want to risk being wrong if he did confront Simon and found it wasn't him! Staring at the road, totally ignoring Simon and quite very obviously not his usual cheery self Art just stood there, scuffing his unpolished shoes on the pavement as he pondered his predicament. If it wasn't Simon who took the stuff, then it must have been his mother, so would that have been why she was in such a bad mood that morning? Or, could it even have been his father, but at least if were him then he would understand about wanking, he must have been boy himself once! Luckily for him the bus soon appeared around the corner, the boys sat in separate seats on the top deck. Despite how Art had initially humiliated his brother, Simon was now feeling really pretty sorry for him. Obviously, amusing as it was at the time, Simon had not reckoned on Art being totally lambasted by his mother for his dishevelled appearance, which when coupled with the shock of finding his underwear missing had virtually reduced him to tears. Art was sat across the aisle just staring out the window and very deep in thought, which problem should he tackle first? Probably it would be best to make up with his mother and then try to solve the missing underwear - but suppose it was her that had taken it! Feeling guilty Simon looked over yet again, "Art.. I'm sorry... I didn't mean to laugh.. or anything." Two minutes passed in silence. Eventually Art turned, looked over and said "Well, you fuckin' well did. Never mind you can come over and sit here then, but I gotta think..." Simon smiled and moved over, "You all right now then?" "No. No, not really. I know that uniform thing with Mum is all my fault...'cause I do look like shit.. but.... ummm," still staring out the window he thought for a moment, "there is something else.. but I can't talk about it, so don't ask. Right?" "Right. But I'll help you with Mum if I can." said Simon, tightly clutching his school bag, knowing it contained the mystery Wolsey briefs he had stolen from Art's room. "Yeah, thanks." said Art, "I'll be alright...maybe later I don't know..." Nearly five minutes passed in silence as he stared out of the dirty window.. "Fuck... fuck... fuck.... oh fucking hell!!!" said Art suddenly banging his hands onto his knees as he said it. "What is it, Art, what is it?" Now, Simon was really getting worried, was he going mad or what was happening, "Art, what the fuck is it?" "It's...fucking ...it's fuckin' Wednesday isn't it? Fucking Wednesday!!" snapped Art. "Yer, so fuckin' what? What's problem? Tell me!" said Simon staring at him, "You gotta tell me. You all right?" "No, I'm not all right....It's fucking gym isn't it? Fucking gym and I ain't got me fuckin' kit because... because everything's a... it's a fuck up today.... today is a fuck up. I want go home, I want my mum!" "Oh no.. Peterson not him! Oh shit!" Simon knew this was going to be hell for Art, "Have you got that bastard Peterson then? And, and, does he still make you do it yer undies if you ain't got no kit?" Art nodded, he was on the verge of crying. The very thought of this lesson from hell was the final straw. Tears were obviously now forming, he muttered again, "I want to go home to Mum." Simon was now really worried. He hadn't seen Art cry for years, but he had to admit the thought of Mr Peterson's gym lesson was pretty alarming by itself, but when coupled with Art's other two major problems it was no wonder he had got himself into such a state. Obviously Simon dare not admit that he was pretty much the root cause, whilst he had intended to make Art pay for humiliating him with Nigel, it now seemed that things had moved way out of his control. He put his arm round his shoulder, "Art please don't... I don't like seeing you cry." "I'm not " snuffled Art, small tears running down his cheeks, "help me Simon. Please... I can't think.... I mixed up, please help what can I do... I can't do gym like this.." "Like what?" asked Simon intrigued. "Nothin'... it's fuckin' nothin'.... I just can't." said Art still sniffing, barely able to contemplate the humiliating reception he would get if he was forced to do the gym lesson in his smelly, cum laden briefs, he would be the laughing stock of the entire school. This was serious as for the first time ever the thought of playing truant even crossed his mind. "Where can I get some shorts?" he asked wiping his eyes, looking hopefully at Simon. "See, I can just about cope with the other things today, but I can't fuckin' well handle that sod Peterson as well... you gotta help me... please!" "Course I will. Shit, let me think. First, we'll be at school in less than ten minutes so try and tidy yerself up a bit and let me think." replied Simon. Art, straightened his school tie, searched his blazer pockets to find the filthiest looking tissue Simon had ever seen and wiped his face with it. Finally he smoothed his uncombed hair with his unwashed hand. "There..." he said, managing a weak smile, "that better?" "Fuckin' amazing!" said Simon laughing, he couldn't resist hugging him, "You are a daft fucker!". "I know, but don't make me cry again!" replied Art, his humour slowly returning. Then looking Simon straight in his eyes adding "Aren't I lucky I got you? It's not very often I go like this is it?" Simon paused, swallowing hard, a lump in his throat. This was neither the time or the place to own up, but would he ever have the courage after this?. "No, and I don't like it when you do. We're both lucky 'cause we got each other," he replied, "and no, I really can't remember when I last saw you like this. It worries me." "Really?" interrupted Art. "Yeah, it does. Tell you what, I'm gonna have word with Mum 'cause I ain't never seen her like that before having a go at you. I'm sorry I laughed." "I ain't seen her like it either. But it's all right, see... I'm big boy, 'an big boys don't cry do they?" replied Art wistfully, "I'm supposed to be able to take it.. but, but, not all at once, that's the problem." "Hey! Oh fuck!" said Simon excitedly "I've got an idea where you can get some gym kit!" "Where..., where?" Art's eyes lit up. "Well, two of my mates Tom and Alex, have been punished and have to clean out the lost property room and I remember them telling me it was full of stinky old games stuff and all that" "D'you reckon there'll be any fuckin' shorts or anything?" said Art hopefully. "I think so, from what they said it was full of old crap like that! Here, why don't I meet you in the dinner break when they are working there and we can go and take a look." Art suddenly leaned over grabbed Simons head, pulled it towards him, kissed him lightly on the top and said "I love you at times little man, you have no idea!" Simon was a bit taken aback since brotherly kissing wasn't quite the thing in public and he didn't remember Art ever having done it before anyway. "Hey, be careful Art, people might see!" he said looking around worried. "Fuck, I don't care!" said Art smiling, "You're me brother after all." "I 'spose so," said Simon, then cheekily added, "but, I'll tell you what..." "Oh yeah, what? " replied Art warily, sensing something insulting was probably coming. "You don't half fuckin' smell !" said Simon as he ducked to avoid the inevitable swipe. "Shit! Is it really that bad?" asked Art pulling a face. "Fuck, yeah." said Simon, as the bus pulled in by the school gate. "But don't worry, this whole bloody place stinks anyway!" Chapter 11 to follow