Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2012 17:53:17 +0100 From: tom Subject: Brief encounters Chapter 104 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 *************************************************************************** >>>>>>>>>>> Whoops! For once I'm posting late, it must be the (still) impending house move which has totally knackered my timetable! #################################################################### Chapter 104 – The necropolis of acne "Who's `e then?" "I dunno, do I?" "Looks like `e's had a new uniform don't it?" "Could be, I think I saw him arrive in some posh car earlier." "Oi, Dave d'you see him? Who is it?" "Nah, not really, only when they went inside. "They?" "Yeah, him and some woman." "Bet he's new then." "That'll be mummy and she's taken him to the office I `spect." "D'you think he's a first or a second year?" "Dunno." David bent down to pick up his bag. "Could be either, he had short trousers and thin white legs!" "Wot d'you mean, thin white legs?" Alex laughed. "They was like matchsticks!" "Oh, them sorta thin white legs, now I know wot you mean." Alex grinned. "He sounds like a first year then don't he?" "We'll soon find out after assembly." Tom hoisted up his bag. "Let's go before the bell and beat the rush." "You two heard anything else about Simon?" "No, we was hoping to see Art now, `cause he oughta know shouldn't he?" said Alex. "But we just ain't seen him at all this morning." "I hope Simon's alright." said Tom. "We'll go round his house after school if we ain't found anything out." "Art oughta be here though shouldn't he?" said David looking up. "Oh shit there's the bell. Come on, we'll have to find him in break." Being a Monday, assembly was slightly longer than normal and so it was with some relief that the boys were eventually dismissed and set off to their form rooms to learn of anything that would affect them directly. Miss Jameson had been appointed to take over as the new form mistress for Tom's class and was concluding the short address although most of the attention was directed towards the new face in the front of the classroom. "Now there are two other things to say just before you can go to your first lesson." she looked around for signs of dissention. "Are you still listening?" "Yes Miss." came the weary reply even though it was before lessons had even started. "Good, as this might actually interest you. I think by now most of you know that Simon Weldon had some sort of cycling accident yesterday." She paused noting that something she said had finally taken their attention. "However, I'm pleased to say his father has already telephoned the school to say that other than denting his pride and severely twisting his ankle he is fine. They kept him in hospital overnight to monitor him because of mild concussion and he is expected back to school very soon, certainly sometime this week." The news was very enthusiastically received and brought much murmuring and whispering amongst those boys who knew the full story. "Quiet, quiet." she looked around, "And finally, I haven't forgotten that I need to introduce a newcomer to the class and to the school." Smiling she looked towards the rather embarrassed boy with glasses and fair curly hair who was sat rather awkwardly at a desk to the right of the room. "This is Charles Creath, who's family have just moved to the area and I want you all to welcome him to the class and the school." Looking suitably embarrassed the said Charles Creath sat even more awkwardly after that. "You was right then," whispered Alex to Tom, "so he's the new kid." "He's so thin that he looks like a dishmop with that curly hair!" replied Tom who then started to giggle. "Hey, is it true wot they say about wanking and having glasses?" "A wanking dishmop! Oh shut up!" hissed Alex who began to giggle as well. "Bet he's doing it under the desk now!" It didn't take much before Alex started sniggering and Tom had to put his hand in front his mouth to contain his laugher. "Tom, Alex would you share the joke with all of us?" Miss Jameson smiled sweetly. "Uumm.. joke?" stuttered Tom going very red. All eyes were on him and he knew it. "Yes, the one you're laughing over." "Uumm..." he look around helplessly, rather like a goldfish in a bowl. "Obviously not. So Alex, maybe will you can enlighten us?" she looked at him hopefully, despite knowing she would never get an answer, let alone anything remotely coherent. Before he could even think of a reply, there was a thump as an unpolished shoe made contact with the bottom of his chair. Joe sat at the desk behind was leaning forward and under cover of his hand in front of his mouth added to Alex's distress by whispering. "Bet you fancy a wank already with Charles then!" Alex couldn't contain himself, he spluttered then began to laugh. "Right, you two see me at the end of morning lessons." "But.. please miss.." started Tom. "Don't argue, I'll see the pair of you at the end of the morning and find you something you can laugh at." "Oh fuck, fuck!" said Alex under his breath Alex. He looked at Tom, never having been really very strong when it came to accepting school discipline he blinked. "Don't worry, she won't do anything, she never does." Tom smiled, beneath the desk put a hand on the top of Alex's bare leg. "It's lessons now anyway innit?" Worried, Alex nodded just as the first lesson bell began ringing. The boys scrabbled to get their bags and forming a disorderly queue pushed through the doorway to spill out into the corridor with a very confused Charles caught up in the flow. "Oi, Charlie where've you come from then?" David poked a stubby finger into the centre panel of the beautifully pressed new blazer as the group propelled itself down the corridor towards the history classroom. "What?" Charles Creath turned and didn't say any more, he merely looked at David. "It's Charlie innit, that's wot Miss said innit?" Joe had popped up beside David, he looked at the immaculately presented uniform. "Cor, you're smart ain't you? All new is it?" "Joe and don't forget it's what, not wot!" said David. "Mummy calls me Charles." "Oh," David sniffed and looked down to confirm that the legs were the very same thin specimens he had seen earlier, "well don't worry `cause we'll call you Charlie!" "Wot's yer dad do then, to wanna move round yer then?" asked Joe having squeezing in by his left side. Burrowing a hand deep in his shorts pocket and under the elastic of his briefs as they hurried along his actions left little to even the most sterile of imaginations. "Uuum.." Charlie caught sight of the hand movements, blushed and immediately looked away, "he's uumm.. he's a solicitor." "Cor, ain't that wot prossies do?" said Joe naively after some thought. "What? What's a prossie?" "Never mind, he don't know either!" said David. "So where've you come from then?" "Near Windsor." "Cor, ain't that where the queen lives?" asked Joe, "Have you seen her? D'you know her?" "No." "Wot pants does Prices Charles wear then?" "What!" Charles was looking even more anxious as the walk down the corridor continued accompanied by even more ridiculous comments. He fumbled nervously with the buttons on his blazer. All three were now securely fastened. "Look," said David poking him in the ribs, "since Simon's gonna be away for today and that, you could sit next to one of us for each lesson then you'll soon know who's who and wot's wot won't you?" "Uumm ... what.. oh yes... thank you.." stuttered Charlie quickly seeing he wasn't going to get the choice anyway. He'd never had to settle into a new school before and somehow already he knew it wasn't going to be the painless experience his mother had been predicting. "Where are we going?" he asked a few seconds later pulling on Joe's sleeve. "Wot ain't you got no timetable then?" asked Joe. "It's.. it's in my bag." he replied nervously, his eyes appeared to get large and larger through his round NHS glasses. "What class is it? It's not games is it?" "Games?" said David with a questioning look. "No, why?" "Oh nothing." "Oh alright." David sniffed, "Well games is Wednesday, if you's that keen." "Wot is it now Dave? It's history innit?" asked Joe answering his own question. "Yeah, so you'll be sat next to Tom for this one, `cause he usually sits with Simon for history and Simon ain't yer is he?" "Who's Tom?" "One of them two who's gotta see Miss in break." David pointed towards Tom who was a few paces ahead. "There. Him." "Hey Dave, have you told him yet?" David looked round to see Brian pushing through the boys to draw level with them. "Told him wot?" "What?" asked Charles looked even more puzzled. "You knows.." Brian winked at David, then was obviously trying not to laugh added, "about the ritual and that." "Uumm... oh, uumm.. oh... that ritual! No, I ain't not yet," David looked away from Charles in an effort to keep his composure, "oh well, why don't you... uummm.. you could tell him now in the lesson?" "I `spose, 'cause it might have to be dinner time. Usual place, you knows." "Wot!" said Joe having missed the nods and winks. "Wot you fuckin' on about?" "What? What ritual?" Alone in a new school at the mercy of boys who he didn't know Charles' nerve was very, very rapidly deserting him. Joe was now uttering profanities, whereas nobody Charles knew ever uttered anything worse than an occasional bloody! Then there was the thought of the ritual. What ritual? What was it? "We'll have to see..." Brian turned to face Charles, leaving Joe free to instantly grab David and whisper in his ear. "Wot fuckin' ritual? Wot's the fucks he on about?" Stifling laughter David replied, "I don't fuckin' know, do I! He's making it up! He thinks that Charlie needs a bit of fun. We'll just go along with wotever Brian says as though we knows wot he's on about!" "I'd better warn Tom then, if he's gonna sit next to him." said Joe pushing forward to grab Tom's arm. "See, it's happens to every new boy, so don't worry." continued Brian to the almost petrified Charles. "But what happens," pleaded Charles his pasty face now looking as white as his lily white legs, "you haven't told me!" "Oh, haven't I? It'll be alright `cause it always is!" "No, you haven't so what happens..." stuttered Charles only to be cut short by the unmistakable voice of Mr Woods. "In you come boys." "Bloody hell!" David looked at Joe. "Wot's happened, old Woody's is here before we is! He's always late, shit wot's gone wrong?" Unsure where to sit or what to do Charles hovered by the doorway looking around for Tom. "Ah, you must be the new boy?" smiling, Mr Woods approached. "I hope this lot are taking care of you?" "Yes.. yes Sir.." mumbled Charles, for the second time that morning he was the focus of attention at the front of the class and really didn't like it. "Who's looking after you, who are you sitting by for this lesson?" "Uumm... it's.. uumm Tom." Charles looked hopefully around the room having been made so nervous he already forgotten what Tom looked like. "Oh." Mr Woods looked towards the back of the room and gave Tom a stern look. "Where's Simon today, don't you usually disrupt the class with him?" "He's not well today Sir." Tom smiled angelically. "So Charlie's going to sit with me." "I see." Charles looked appalled at being called Charlie. He started to slowly pick his way through the sea of enquiring faces and muted whispers to sit beside Tom near the back of the class. "Thomas, just be good. Please set an example." Mr Woods raised his eyebrows, turned and went to the front desk. "So where's Art then, he's missing the first lesson?" "Don't you remember he said something about having to go to the doctor last week? It's his feet or something innit?" Nigel picked at a particularly succulent spot on his upper lip as they walked slowly towards the geography classroom. "Why do we get these fuckin' spots?" "No, I don't remember. And, no I don't know why we gets so many fuckin' spots either." Ian glanced across at the chewed fingernail attacking the defenceless yellow pustule. "Me dad says spots is like strikes, if you pick it it'll only make it worse." "Wot?" Nigel paused and studied the puss under his fingernail. "I've heard that before, clever though innit? Sorta of play on words." "When's he in then?" "Who, yer dad?" "No you daft fucker, Art!" "Oh. Dunno. Breaktime I think he said. Dunno." The puss under the fingernail merged easily with the blood. "So you gonna go round leaking yellow gunge and blood all day then?" "Might do. If I was a vampire I could drink it!" Nigel grinned, reaching out with his tongue he just managed to lick the offending crater. "Oh fuckin' hell, that's revolting eating yer own fuckin' rotting spots!" " `tis innit!" Nigel grinned and wiped the end of his finger on the sleeve of maroon blazer, the necropolis of acne. At least the bloody didn't notice even if the puss did!" "You're fuckin' disgusting!" Ian giggled. "You'd lick yer own ass if you could!" "Well, if you'd lick mine, I'd lick yours!" Ian paused and looked at him, "Clean or dirty?" "Don't mind! Which d'you like?" something began to stir inside Nigel's trousers. "Uumm.." Ian paused just long enough for Nigel to confirm to himself that he was actually thinking about the question. "I fuckin' knew it!" Nigel grinned. "Let's go in the bog right now, you sit on the seat, have a wank and I'll bend over in front of you!" "Nah..." Ian was bright red, "We's only joking." "No you fuckin' ain't, neither am I," Nigel grabbed his arm, "look, I'm getting a fuckin' hard on talking about this." "Oh fuck, that was quick!" said Ian seeing the front of Nigel's grey trousers were already stretched, the head of his cock plainly outlined. "You do mean it, don't you." "Yeah, but don't get me wrong," Nigel stroked the lump and watched Ian's facial reaction, "Ian, I don't want a mouthful of shit! I just want that sorta hot, sweaty taste that's you only gets from round by yer bum." "Wot, you mean, like..." Ian threw caution to the wind, "like fingering yerself at night and sniffing yer finger and..." "and licking it?" Nigel smiled. "Sounds like there's some things we don't even tell our best mates don't it?" "Yeah, I `spose that's possible." replied Ian slowly having realised he'd gone too far. "We could go in the bog at break and," Nigel grinned, "if you tells me yer ass is clean then I'll lick you, see if you likes it. If you don't, well we won't say nothing, it'll be our secret." "I dunno." Ian knew he looked flushed. He looked nervously about. "Wot about Art and then me with Mart, I mean.. oh fuckin' hell, I don't know." "True," said Nigel still stroking the front of his trousers, "but I'm gonna have to go there for a wank anyway at this rate. And, course I'm only joking about licking yer bum." "No you fuckin' ain't!" Ian took a deep breath and swallowed. It wasn't every day he's admit to having an unspoken desire like this. Having got this far he had to know if Nigel was serious. "Alright, maybe I'm not." Nigel winked. "Wot about breaktime then? If nothing else we can have a quick one!" Ian swallowed, closed his eyes and nodded. "This is just between us? Promise?" Nigel grinned and nodded. "Yeah, promise. Just between us, I won't say nothing." "Oi, you wankers!" the voice came from the hurried footsteps behind. "Who's that?" said Nigel looking round. "Oh fuckin' hell, hello." "Wot's up with Art, somebody said he had go to the doctor or something?" James looked slightly out of breath. "Bet it's to do with him always wanking!" "Actually, I think they was gonna sew on a new big willy!" Nigel started to giggle. "Oh shit, can imagine him having to undress and... and finding his pants all covered in cum!" "Wot just like they always is!" Ian was soon laughing as well, "And, the smell.. just think when he undoes his trousers!" "He said he'd be back in around breaktime I think, didn't he?" said Nigel. "Why's yer face bleeding?" James peered at the leaking crater. "That must have bin a fuckin' gert spot." "Don't forget you got fuckin' spots too," Nigel pointed to James' forehead and the remnants of numerous small acne pockmarks, "course they're only baby ones. When you can grow some real gert big `uns like mine we'll have a spot squeezing contest!" "Wot!" James was starting laugh. "A fuckin' spot wot?" "Yeah, who squeezes the most yellow stuff out of 'em get's to.. to.." the surreal ideas were now flowing think and fast, "to, to squeeze the spots on Ian's bum!" "Fuck off!" exclaimed Ian. "Anyway how d'you know I spots on me bum? "I was looking at 'em the other day in the changing room!" Nigel laughed. "You gotta nice little ass and you keeps it nice and clean!" "Oh fuck off!" "Would you let me look at yer bum as well then?" asked James unsure whether Ian was joking or being serious.. "Yeah, alright if I can look at yours?" "Oh uumm..." James went quiet. "yeah well alright, if you wants." "So, you've got a spotty one as well then?" asked Ian trying not to show too much interest. Nigel watched Ian's hand now deep in his pocket. "Might have." it was James turn to take a deep breath. "When d'you wanna look?" "Dinner break?" replied Ian immediately. He blushed, it was too quick a reply! "The way it's going," said Nigel, "is that soon we're all gonna be flashing our bum spots. So it's dinner time then?" "Yeah." Ian sounded very excited. "Well at least we will have eaten before!" "Oh shit!" said Nigel. " Hey and talking of shit I hope yer a nice clean boy!" "Wot's mean? Oh.. uumm.. oh no..." that aspect hadn't actually occurred to James. "I hope not!" Ian was starting to giggle. "That's why we're eating first!" "We sure about this?" James was now having second thoughts, the moment of bravado passed. "Yeah!" replied Ian very enthusiastically. "Has Andy, well, you know... he must have seen it?" "I, I dunno.." James blushed wondering what he had got himself into. "Dinner time it is then, in the science block bog." Nigel smiled, "You bring Andy and I'll bring Art, he's got the spottiest ass you'll ever see." "And the dirtiest!" Ian giggled. "Dunno, he might have had his bath! After all he is going to doctors and his mum gets really fuckin' pissy with him about not washing." "So dinner time then." repeated James nervously to himself. He's been doing bodily things with Andy since junior school, but this was going to be the first time either of them had really got physically involved sexually with other boys. "Hey I gotta idea," said Nigel, "you two going on that history camping thing at half term?" Andy having been following James had been hurrying down the long corridor and finally caught up. "I'm fuckin' knackered." "Join the rest of us and it's only Monday!" said Ian. "Bloody hell, talking of knackered we gotta get a fuckin' move on or we're gonna be late for geography." "Yeah, now just a sec, back to that history trip," said Nigel speeding up, "is you two gonna go?" "Well it was a bit late being announced, but we've put our names down ain't we?" Andy looked at James. "Me mum said it wasn't too expensive, just camping so she's letting me go." James looked at Nigel and slowly realised he must have an ulterior motive. "Why? Wot you.. wot you think?" "Yeah it'll be a right laugh wunnit?" interrupted Andy excitedly knowing nothing of the previous conversation. "All us lot hanging round some crumbling castle with old Woody." "Andy, wot you really means is," replied Nigel keeping a straight face, "all us lot wanking ourselves silly in our little tents all night long, yeah it'll be a right laugh!" James blushed and looked at Andy who in turn went rather red. "And them tents is gonna be just the right place to compare our bum spots again!" said Nigel grinning at Ian. "I fuckin' knew it!" James now knew what the ulterior motive was. "Wot the fuck?" said Andy not having a clue what Nigel was talking about. "Andy," said James, "I'll tell you all about it later." "Before dinner break!" Ian looked at Nigel trying not to laugh, "Nige, you're a dirty fucker is anything you won't try?" "Don't think so, if you gets any news ideas let me know!" "Wot like we said earlier?" said Ian, his heart beginning to speed up. "Exactly." Nigel winked. "Nige, wot the fuck are you on about now?" Andy had finally concluded he was at something of a distinct disadvantage with the conversation although it was obviously deeply rooted in sex. "Truth is, when James arrived we'd been talking about wanking and who did it with who." volunteered Ian rather too openly. Andy looked at James, they both looked more than rather embarrassed. "We all knows you two does it together, just like you knows I does with Art," Nigel grinned, "and so I thinks on this trip we all ought to be doing it in the same fuckin' tent!" "Oh bleeding hell! We didn't think you knew." said Andy, "How d'you find out?" "First off, you two don't keep it quiet enough," Ian giggled, " `cause I was the one who was having a piss and heard you two wanking each other off weeks ago in the little bog in the science block!" "You cunt!" for a second James looked shocked, then started to laugh. "We been wondering for fuckin' ages who it was that come in and heard us, then went out laughing!" "Secondly, you always looks like yer gonna cum in yer pants, `cause you're always playing with it. Look at you now!" Nigel nodded towards him. "And I know the other day from the noises coming from under yer desk in the maths class you was fuckin' doing it!" "Fuck you!" Andy blushed. "Told you I could bloody hear you!" said James started to giggle. "All that squelching when you rubs yer pants up and down in it after you'd cum! It's obvious innit!" "Don't yer mum see the dried cum all over yer pants?" asked Ian, the subject having embraced now one of his favourite fetishes. "Wolsey innit you wear, like me?" "No she don't! Oh! Shit, well I don't think so.. oh shit! You don't you reckon she has do you?" sounding rather desperate Andy hastily withdrew his finger from the hole in his pocket. "Oh no! She wouldn't, no!" "Course she fuckin' has." said Nigel calmly. "And yer sheets.. and yer jimjams.. and all that stuff wot's hidden under the back of yer bed by the wall!" "They knows everything. Mum's always do." confirmed Ian from experience. "You can never escape yer mum!" Andy closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I mean," concluded Nigel, "if you're playing with it at home where you can get it out and have a wank, like you does all day through yer pocket in school then, well you got no fuckin' chance, she'll know everything! All yer pants is covered in cum!" "Oh shit, he's probably right." agreed an equally embarrassed James. "Hey, is Mart coming with you on that history trip then?" said Andy in an attempt to move the conversation on. He looked knowingly at Ian "He said he was." replied Ian cautiously. Cautious, since they had only so very recently admitted their mutual attraction for each other leaving Ian wondering why Andy should be intimating their could be more than just friendship between them. "Good, the more the merrier." Ian, now realising it was his turn to look flushed added. "But why d'you ask?" "It's well," Andy put a hand on Ian's shoulder, "it's, it's the way you two have been looking at each other for ages innit. We guessed it might come to something." "Takes one to know one!" Nigel laughed. "And I know one when I sees one!" "Fuck!" Ian turned a full blown shade of red. "Y'know," said Nigel adopting the elder statesman role and putting his arms around the shoulders of all of them, "wot we feels it ain't nothing to be ashamed of, we all has a best mate. See, I got Art, Ian now you got Mart and these two has got each other... and so what if we has a wank with our best mate, you'd be doing it by yerself anyway so why not enjoy doing it with him?" Queen Elizabeth's ritual beheadings weren't quite holding Charles attention as they were Tom's, it was thoughts of a more modern ritual that had seized his attention. ############################################## Chap 105 to follow