Date: Wed, 07 Nov 2012 22:31:28 +0000 From: tom Subject: Brief Encounters Chap 107 Sorry for the lack of headers\disclaimers etc etc things here are still in a mess after the move, hopefully I can dig out a pc for the next gripping instalment and finally get back on an even keel! ######################################## Brief Encounters Chapter 107 – Goggles gets the treatment "Oi, Goggles yer sitting with me in this lesson." "I am?" Charles looked even more confused than he did before the break. "Yeah, you is!" Alex grabbed at the new maroon blazer and pulled Charles down onto the chair with bump. First to be called Charlie and now to be nicknamed Goggles, the grammar school was not quite what Charles had been led to expect from his prim mother. And, he still had yet to face the dance ritual, whatever it was. "You better now you been for a poo to the bog then?" asked Alex as only a twelve year old could. "First day nerves I `spect, innit?" "I've what?" "Well you been for a poo ain't you, we all knows `cause you smells of that Izal bog paper!" Stunned Charles looked around the classroom, did everybody there now know about his very urgent visit to the toilets? He looked at Alex in disbelief, then tried to sniff his hands without being noticed. Alex tried not to laugh as Charles turned a shade of maroon to match his blazer and almost looked as though he was again going to burst into tears, in truth he wasn't that far off. "What's this lesson?" he croaked in an effort to divert the subject away from the overpowering smell of disinfectant that was now destined to accompany his every move. "General studies innit?" "Is it?" he looked blankly at Alex. "What's that?" "Sorta nothing really!" Alex smiled. "It don't happen after the second year, it's a sorta catch up lesson. Like they might get you to talk to the class about something you likes or.. uumm.. they might tell you something about growing up or that... or chance to catch up on homework.. oh, I don't fuckin' know!" "I see." said Charles really none the wiser, other than the lesson was not going to be immediately too demanding. "Morning boys." Mr James dumped the pile of books on the front desk. Being one of the more youthful teachers he was popular, particularly with the younger boys. "Morning Sir." "I thought we'd continue what we started at the end of the lesson last week," he paused and looked around the room, his eyes alighted on Charles sitting near the back with Alex, "Ah, you must be the new boy, Charles?" "Yes Sir." it was that horrible feeling of being singled out and made the centre of attention. "Alex, look after him and please don't mess about will you." it wasn't so much a question as a statement. "No Sir." Alex smiled dutifully. "Charles, any problems or questions, just come and see me." "Yes Sir." Charles managed a smile and thought that maybe the school wasn't so bad after all, especially if the other teachers were as nice as this one appeared to be. "Well Charles, just to recap last week we had started working on a short piece about ourselves, the object being that you prepare what amounts to a short talk where you will explain to the class something that interests you." "Oh." replied Charles looking straight back at Mr James shocked at the thought of standing out the front of the class and talking about himself whilst smelling of Izal toilet paper. "You can talk about anything. It's only for five minutes," he continued smiling, "in the past boys have talked about their hobbies, music, anything. I remember even once a boy did a few magic tricks, it's fun way of getting you to speak in public and we learn a little about each other." "Piece of piss!" whispered Alex. "Tom's doing his on wanking in his pants!" "Yes Sir." mumbled Charles not quite catching Alex's comment. He looked at him wondering what he had missed, surely he hadn't heard the mystery word wanking had he? "Right boys, quietly. I'll come round in few minutes and see how far you have all got." he turned sat at the desk and grabbed the pile of exercise books hoping to at least make a start on marking the third form English literature essays. "Tom's doing his on what? Walking?" Charles whispered to Alex, hoping he didn't appear too eager or had he really misheard what had been said. "No, wanking!" Alex grinned thinking Charles would see the joke. "What's that?" Charles blushed. To Alex the question was manna from heaven, his cock jumped in his shorts. But, first he had to get Charles to be a little more inquisitive and ignored the question. "Wot you gonna do your's on then?" "I, don't know." Charles looked at the desk obviously deep in thought. "Philately." "Filly who?" Alex looked blank. "Wot's that then?" "Stamp collecting." Charles sounded rather superior, he couldn't help it, it was the way he was and had been brought up. "Didn't you know that?" "No I don't. Funny name innit?" Alex just looked, now quite determined to beat Tom and Brian to it in their quest to find what was inside Charles' new grey shorts. "And what are you going to talk on?" "Thought I'd tell 'em how to play chess. That's easy innit." "Oh goodie. I play chess, could we have a game?" his eyes lit up. "Oh yes," Alex grinned, "I'd love to play with you!" Despite outwardly being sexless, Charles had nevertheless been experiencing some sexual awaking even if he didn't have the remotest idea what it was all about. For quite some time he'd found himself waking every morning with an erection, his uncircumcised cock proportioned on the same puny scale as his skinny white legs. During the last few months he had been getting frequent unwanted erections in the day not that they were very noticeable, but it all added to the fact he didn't understand what it was about and he was most certainly far too shy to ask. "Oh yes we could." Alex couldn't believe that Charles could be so innocent. Could it be with his skinny white legs and body he really hadn't developed in the cock department or even knew what he was missing by not playing with it! Surely though, Charles must be twelve and have some interest in his own body, or had he? Unknowingly, Alex's thoughts were quite correct. "How old are you?" "Just twelve." the eyes behind the glasses were getting larger again. "Uumm.. just, just sec.. let's do a bit a work in case we're seen talking," whispered Alex excitedly, pushing his hand into his shorts pocket, "just think of something to write about yer talk on for a min." It was a very short minute as on Charles' timekeeping it was barely thirty seconds. "What did you say Tom was going to talk on?" the big eyes looked at Alex though their round lenses, for whatever reason something had stirred deep inside Charles. "Wanking wunnit?" replied Alex as casually as he could. Through his glasses Charles looked like a goldfish in a bowl and had indeed been hooked! "I don't understand." "Ain't you got no brothers or anything?" the head of Alex's boyhood pressed hard against the pale blue ribbed cotton of his Y-fronts. "No... no, why?" "Yer twelve and you don't wank then?" slowly Alex pulled his hand from his pocket and under cover of the desk felt for the zip on the front of his shorts. "No... why brothers? What is this wank?" Charles voice was becoming very insistent. "You really don't know nothin', do you?" the zip was gradually being eased down. Alex leaned over and very, very quietly whispered, "It's all to do with yer willy innit? D'you really wanna know?" Behind the round NHS glasses the eyes became bigger, Charles swallowed hard as he suddenly made the connection. Whatever wanking was it there seemed a very high probability it could be connected the mysterious erections he was getting. For some reason his heart was beating faster and he knew he was also starting to get an erection which he couldn't stop. His fingers twitched nervously as he stared at Alex waiting expectantly for the information he now knew he so desperately wanted. "You alright?" whispered Alex, "you don't know wot I'm on about do you?" "No.." stuttered Charles flushing with embarrassment. Unable to admit to his total innocence even if he wanted to, Charles felt a hand being placed on top of his and immediately began trembling with excitement. "Here Gog's," Alex's hand took a firm, but strangely reassuring hold, "there's nothing to worry about, honest." Alex smiled and taking Charles' hand he pulled it under the desk to push the trembling fingers into the open fly and onto the front of his tenting briefs. Charles' instinctive reaction was to try to move his hand but Alex firmly held it in place and arching his back pushed his erection into the palm of Charles' hot hand. "We've all got a willy," whispered Alex reassuringly, "I'll bet even your's goes hard? Mine does a lot!" "Uumm... sometimes." croaked Charles, admitting it for the first time in his life. "Bet it gets hard every morning when you wakes up," Alex continued to slowly hump the palm of Charles hand, "just like mine does?" "Uumm.." Charles couldn't answer, the normally static events in his very sheltered world were becoming very jumbled up and moving too fast for him to realise where they were going. Alex however, knew exactly where was going or at least wanted to go and that was inside Charles' shorts! "I expect you knows if you rubs yer willy you gets a nice feeling," cooed Alex, "see if you rubs it enough that's called wanking and that's when you gets a really luvly feeling and yer willy all tingles and that." "I will?" stuttered Charles after a few moments. "Oh," it was the moment Alex had been waiting for, "wot you means you don't then?" "No." mumbled Charles very naively. "Oh well then," it was now Alex's turn to sound excited, "shall we have a little go?" "Uum... I... I... I don't know.." His mouth was very dry and he needed a drink of water. If he agreed, that would mean Alex holding his cock? He had always been scrupulously careful that nobody had ever seen it soft, hard or otherwise, let alone imagining anyone holding it. Would he be better trying to do the wanking thing in the safety of his bedroom, but then again he didn't know what to do whereas, Alex plainly did. Before he could argue against the idea he found Alex's hand on top of his shorts and the short fingers kneading the grey material and trying to locate his cock. "You naughty boy, you've got a little hard on." Alex grinned as he squeezed the grey material between his finger and thumb. Bright red in the face, eyes bulging Charles's gave a sort of muted giggle and held onto Alex's hand as it continued to explore. "This is fun," whispered Alex, moving his hand down towards the leg of Charles' shorts, "open yer legs a bit, you'll like this." "What?" Charles was in daze, events were going far too quickly. Too quickly or not, Charles was soon squirming around on the chair and it seemed he did indeed like the feeling of having Alex's hand rammed up the leg of his shorts. "Charles, is Alex stopping you working with all that whispering?" "Uumm...no.. no..." stuttered Charles appearing even redder in the face he looked up at Mr James like a startled rabbit, "he's, he's giving me ideas." "Well I hope they are the right sort of ideas." "I think so!" replied Charles as Alex's fingers began feeling for the zip. Mr James returned to marking the third forms essays. "Carry on boys I'll be round the class in just a minute." "Ooh no!" Charles suddenly realised that Alex's fingers weren't just playing, they really meant business. He tried rather half heartedly to stop the zip being pulled down, but knew if he was honest with himself that wasn't what he really wanted. "Wot make are yer pants then?" hissed Alex tugging at the zip until it started to move down. "What, you mean my underpants?" Charles might have been questioning the question, but really was becoming more excited and he didn't know why. "Yer, wot is they.. Woollies, Y-fronts or wot?" the zip was now well over halfway down. Charles was feeling very strange, part frightened, part exhilarated and had an erection that had never felt so hard before. "Mummy buys me St Michael.." his voice dried up as Alex's fingers forced their way through the fly and into his shorts, grabbing at the front of his briefs. "Fuck me!" said Alex to himself. Even by Alex's many and varied sexual experiences, this was exciting. Really very exciting. The fingers of his left hand toyed with the hem of Charles' matching St Michael vest, whilst the fingers of his right hand were unable to keep themselves out of his own trouser pocket and squeezed the head of his cock. Understandably excited, Charles was having some difficulty in keeping quiet, particularly when Alex finally wormed his way through the fly of the pristine white briefs to the treasure beyond. Being very skinny physically, poor Charles' hadn't been endowed with the largest of organs although in relation to his body it was a perfect match. Being barely a shade over three and a bit inches with a rather tight little foreskin it certainly wasn't likely to impress many boys, let alone girls! "Don't you wank at all?" whispered Alex. "Don't know what wank is?" replied Charles, nervously adding, "Will you show me?" "Yes... yes!" exclaimed Alex the fingers of his hand immediately surrounding Charles' erection to began to slowly, but firmly running up and down the thin shaft. Charles couldn't believe what was happening and just stared, unfocussed towards the blackboard through his glasses. Alex, couldn't contain himself and started to simultaneously masturbate himself using the hole in his pocket facilitate matters. Tight or not, the foreskin on Charles' cock was now being extended and retracted over the cockhead like it had never been before. Alex, rapidly rubbing his own cock had quickly reached the stage where a small drop of precum had appeared, trying to maintain the tingling feeling without actually ejaculating into his underpants was something of a balancing act. For Charles however, the mounting excitement of being masturbated for the first time by another boy whilst in the middle of a lesson was unbelievable, eyes closed he began wandering if it was all really just a dream. Sat behind and trying extremely hard not to giggle were Brian and Tom who had immediately guessed what Alex was up to. In fact to show solidarity Brian was kneading Tom's erection through the front of his shorts as he played with himself though his pocket. "Go on Alex, see if Goggles can cum!" whispered Tom rather loudly to Alex sat in front. "Sssshh!" Alex turned and grinned, his index finger rubbing the tiny drops of precum around his cockhead. He felt good having so far managed to maintain the exquisite feeling without making a mess in his briefs whilst keeping Charles literally on the edge of his seat. The whispers went unheeded by Charles, who finally decided that it wasn't a dream opened his eyes and smiled at Alex. It seemed only fair to help Alex since he was doing such sterling service and he reached under the desk, grabbed at Alex's fly and began violently rubbing not having an idea of what he was meant to do. Of course the excitement it was quite enough to tip Alex over the edge and he immediately started to ejaculate into his briefs, lurching about on his seat as he did so. To Tom and Brian sat behind it almost looked as though Alex was being thoroughly shaken and they soon started to giggle. "Alex!" called out Mr James having instantly seen where the activity. "What's going on?" "Nothing.. Sir.." replied Alex somewhat breathlessly in between squirting blobs of cum into his briefs. "Oohh.." squeaked Charles as Alex pulled his hand from his fly almost taking the slender organ with it and leaving Charles trembling on the cusp of what could have been his first ever orgasm! "Alex if I have to tell you again.." the finger wagged at Alex as twisted about on his chair. "Charlie's looking a bit shaky." whispered Tom to Brian. Both trying very hard not laugh out loud as Alex continued to throb quietly in his seat whilst endeavouring to look Mr James in the face. "Alex calls him Goggles, I like that." replied Brian. "Reckon he's got him going?" "Soon find out." Tom grinned and kicked the back of Charles' chair. One of the reasons for Charles' wearing glasses was about to become apparent, in addition to poor vision he would under stressful circumstances develop a squint. Shocked by the bang on his chair and still clutching his tingling cock through his shorts he turned round to see what was happening, the pupils of his eyes large through the NHS frames. "Oh.. oh shit..." Tom was unable to stop himself laughing out loud. Brian instantly looked and then unavoidably blurted out. "He's gone cross-eyed!" Indeed he had. Most unfortunately his large NHS glasses only served to give him the look of a very startled owl that had been taken extremely roughly from behind. With Charles looking suitably confused Tom and Brian were finding it very hard to stop laughing and only managed to stop when Mr James gave them a withering look. "Charles hasn't been here two minutes and you Alex, Thomas and Brian have already involved him in disrupting the class," said Mr James sternly pointing at the boys, "you three will see me at the end of the lesson." "Wot the.. oh shit!" exclaimed Duncan loudly. Akin to being hit with a wet towel Art's red briefs wrapped themselves around the back of his neck knocking his glasses off and onto the desk. "What? Who said that?" Mr Archer spun round from the blackboard and looked around the class. From Duncan's antics and the look on his face it was pretty obvious who had said it. For Duncan being Duncan and the quietest boy in the class, it must have been quite an event to have stirred him to that extent. "Duncan, what on earth is going on?" "Dunno Sir," he replied putting his glasses back on and starting to reach around to find out exactly what had hit him, whilst those closest who could see what had happened were already starting to laugh. "Morton, what's happening?" "I.. I.. don't know Sir... honest!" "Well just bring the books here and sit down then." Andy put the books on the front desk, retreated towards his seat and sat down. It was rare for Mr Archer to lose his temper, but something had obviously triggered it. Art was looking very nervously around, having already felt the distinct sinking in his stomach and seen that the collar of Duncan's blazer had been streaked with semen as the briefs had been pulled away. "Ah... yuk! You dirty...ffu.." suddenly shouted Duncan on realising what he was holding. Throwing the briefs on the floor he wiped his hands on the underside of his chair. "Oh! Ssshhiii..." "That's enough." cut in Mr Archer. "What the hell's going on?" "They looks like wet swimming trunks Sir." called Robin from near the front of the class. "Wel, who's are they?" asked Mr Archer looking round the room. Silence. "They must belong to somebody." he looked around again, his patience beginning to run out. "Let me remind you, that you're the fourth form not the first." The silence broken only by a gentle shuffling of grey trousers on seats and very muted sniggering. "They have no owner? Right in the bin." he looked at Robin. "Go on put them in the wastebin, if they have no owner they won't be missed and whoever's they were obviously won't mind either." "Sir." Robin slowly got up, pulled his blazer down to try disguise the lump in his trousers and looked down at the offending object, prodding it with a blunt pencil rather than touch it. He looked again, it wasn't swimming trunks and he knew exactly what it was. The pair of red briefs that Art had once paraded around the changing room in and had been instantly coveted by all the boys who wore white briefs. Balancing them on the end of his pencil he moved to the corner and very unceremoniously dumped them in the waste bin to join the pencil shavings, chewing gum and broken biscuits. Looking at the class on walking back to his desk he winked when he saw Art holding his head in his hands and peering through the gaps between his fingers. "I'll have to get 'em back," whispered Art to Nigel once Mr Archer had returned to blackboard, "I can't lose any more or me mum'll kill me, it ain't like white ones is it. I only got one pair of red ones and I like `em!" "I thought first she was gonna kill you for messing in yer trousers, so you'll be killed twice then!" Nigel grinned. "Don't fuckin' worry, we'll come back here in the dinner break and pinch 'em back." "Fuckin' hope so." muttered Art unhappily. For much of the rest of the English lesson Mr Archer's mood remained on the tetchy side as he rammed home the correct use of the apostrophe and gave them almost double the amount of homework for good measure. So it was with some relief that the bell rang to signify the end of morning lessons and the class were dismissed to escape and join the throng of boys heading towards the dining hall. "Them was your red pants wasn't they?" Robin tugged on Art's sleeve as they fought their way down the corridor. "You was flashing 'em round the changing room when you first got 'em, wasn't you?" "Might have." muttered Art looking at the floor. "Yeah course they was. Come on Art, he didn't fuckin' say nothing to Sir that they was yours did he and he fuckin' knew they was." said Nigel. "You ought to be fuckin' thanking him." "Sorry," Art looked up at Robin and dejectedly added, "I've fucked it all up again this morning. It ain't you it's me. I'm always fuckin' it up. I'm fucked up. I'm just.." "That's alright, we all fucks it up now and again," Robin put a hand in his trouser pocket, "so ain't you got no pants on then?" Nigel wondered what was going to happen next. Robin had inadvertently asked a highly charged question to which Art would or not respond with interest. "Come here." Art did indeed respond. Dragging Robin into an empty classroom doorway, Nigel followed having guessed what was going to happen next. "Wot's want!" asked Robin in surprise as he was pinned against the door frame. "Oh, so you think I ain't got no pants on." suddenly Art had taken a great interest in the conversation, was it the inflection in Robin's voice which had been the catalyst. "Why d'you think that?" "Uumm.. no... uumm.. nothing.. uumm just sorta guessed..." Robin's reply tailed off, he blushed. "Oh shit!" said Nigel to himself. "Here we go, as though he ain't in enough trouble as it is! Art's gonna have him!" "Well," managing a smile Art immediately jumped into the conversation with both feet, "why don't us go down the bog by the science lab after dinner, you can unzip me trousers off and find out for yerself." "Oh no! Sorry... no..." Robin looked even more flushed and shook his head violently, "No, no.. I couldn't do that. I've never.. uumm.. no!" "Y'know I reckon," Art moved closer and spoke quietly, "in our class there's two sorts of boy." "You wot?" "Yeah, the one that plays with his cock and the one that plays with his cock but don't think he's ever being noticed." Still flushed, Robin looked perplexed, seeing all the boys filing past towards the dining hall, he wanted to join them. What had he got himself into? "Which sort is you then?" Art smiled and nodded in the downward direction. "I.. I..." Robin quickly withdrew his hand from his pocket, leaving the lump for all to see. "Would you," Art moved even closer pushing Robin right up against the door frame, "would you say you was the second type?" His heart beating faster and faster he just slowly nodded. "The type," Art made a show of pushing his hand deep in his pocket, "the type that wanks in bed but' don't get cum over his `jamas in case his mum sees it!" Robin went bright red, closing his eyes he just nodded. "And I've seen you hiding yer willy in the changing rooms!" whispered Art, knowing that was partly true as every boy tried to hide his erection in the changing room. "No!" Robin was shocked. "No you ain't!" "I have and you wears C and A pants!" That was indeed a fact since Art had examined just about every boy's underpants in the changing room at one time or another! "How.. how.. oh.." his eyes tightly closed Robin stuttered to a halt. "And you had a wank in bed this morning when you woke up!" This was the coupe de gras based on the logical assumption that there weren't many fourth form boys who could resist the early morning temptation of self abuse. Robin, now brilliantly red and quite speechless had been reduced by Art's simple guesswork and innuendo to a compliant victim. The next step was to seduce him! "How d'you fuckin' do it?" whispered Nigel shaking his head in disbelief. Art grinned and in answer waved forefinger and thumb before him. "Easy." Art winked at Nigel. "Come on Rob, we's all going for dinner before we goes to the bog." ##################################################### to follow Chap 108