Date: Wed, 16 Jan 2013 14:52:50 +0000 From: tom Subject: Brief encounters chap 111 Brief Encounters - the ever continuing saga... eekkk! First the mandatory warnings and disclaimers - basically don't read this if the naughty sexual exploits of young teenage schoolboys do not appeal. The characters depicted are fictional and not intentionally based upon any one person... although, if you do suddenly find yourself in the middle of the story just think how lucky you are! This is ostensibly a work of fiction, albeit with a few memories from my own school days plus some of the many invariably unspoken fantasies which I and my "best friends" would only ever rarely admit or allude to when we were at that very special, trusting and certainly innocent age. Today, it's very hard to imagine what it was like without the internet to immediately help conjure up fantasies based on images, webcams, stories or chat. Our sex lives were entirely dependant upon a very fervent imagination and thus being able to create our own fantasies usually based on friends and what we saw happening beneath the desk or in the changing rooms! I make no excuses for the fact that underwear features prominently in this story, because quite frankly it did, it was a very visible and tangible connection between us and our ever developing fascination with sex! It's important to remember that other than the very rare sexual extrovert, we never dared mention the subject because we were just too embarrassed and nobody understood what was happening to us anyway! You might call it a story about the age of discovery - usually in bed - or if you shared a bedroom with a brother, then discovery would be in the bathroom! Do note, at the time of writing the story itself is not finished and for better or worse, it has now turned into a work of some length but I will regularly post updates and there are more than enough pages written to keep it going! Nifty require a text file so if the formatting or punctuation go slightly up the creek you now know why! And, also during the writing for various reason I have had to change character names, so I hope for continuity they are now correct! Finally, I hope you enjoy it and please, please do let me have any comments or suggestions and for some of you I it might even jog a memory or two, three if you are lucky... I would be intrigued to learn! Tom email: amias09@fastmail.fm *************************************************************************************************** >>>>>>>>>>> Now your attention please faithful readers as it's time to put in word for our sponsor. Or, in plain English I wouldn't be getting my epic published and you wouldn't be reading it if it were not for the Nifty Archive, so if you enjoy what you read then please, please consider making a donation to Nifty. It's very easy and painless, you just follow the donations link on the main page - I'm sure even our oversexed and luckess hero Art from the story would do it if he could - come to that, he'd do it anywhere! #################################################################### Chapter 111 – Anobium puctatum Robin, as might be expected had not heeded Nigel's timely advice about the perils of self abuse. Still aroused from his adventure in the toilet he had been luxuriating in the freedom and the new sensation of wearing no underpants for the very first time. Gently rubbing the head of his cock through the lining of his pocket he sat back on the old chair, as had many boys before him to push his rapidly hardening member into the underside of the desk. Being under the impression that nobody had noticed what he was doing he looked towards the front and pretended to listen to Mr Woods whilst contemplating exactly what variation on his limited masturbatory technique he could employ as soon as he got home. It was, to reiterate Nigel's warning a big mistake. Richard in his newly adopted guise of a predatory, insatiable masturbator had already noticed the activity through the pocket and was preparing to pounce. "How often d'you wank then?" "Wot!" Robin looked horrified. Startled at the directness of the question he spun round to face Richard who grinned and then very obviously squeezed the front of his own trousers. "I.. I... uumm.. don't.." "Of course you don't. Neither do I, now, d'you wanna feel me willy `cause it's all hard!" "Uumm.. wot!" Immediately Robin went very red, turned away and closed his eyes for a few moments. Having only minutes before been coerced into joining Art and Nigel for his first ever experience of boy sex it shocked him to realise that he had now fallen victim to Richard! Besides, it was frightening to think that somehow the news of his earlier promiscuous behaviour must have reached Richard and if it had, who else was going to proposition him! Of course Richard didn't know anything of Robin's earlier adventure. He was simply delighted at the sight of what promised to be a juicy erection hidden under the adjacent desk and thought the mere sight of an erection was good as any written invitation to play with it! So, without even waiting for an answer Robin was surprised when a very hot and slightly clammy hand took a firm hold of his left wrist and forced his hand over to the bulge in Richard's trousers. Once the hand made contact that the material it was obvious that there must be something quite damp beneath. "No, no!" Robin was briefly reminded of Nigel's warning, but it was too late. "We can't." "We can!" replied Richard pushing the hand down even harder. Robin was stuck, the fear of being caught was balanced against the pleasures of the flesh. And, from what he could feel through Richards clothes there certainly were to be some pleasures if he carried on. Temptation reigned, should he follow his head or his cock? Was it just his fertile sexual imagination or were Richard's trousers and underpants really sliding over the bulge as though they had been greased! Surely Richard hadn't cum in his underpants, had he? It couldn't all be precum could it? Or, could it? "Yer, have a feel!" Richard released his grip on Robin's hand and in one swift movement pulled down the zip. "Uumm.." Robin really didn't know what to do, although what he didn't do was remove his hand. His own erection was now so hard the size and outline of the bulbous head just couldn't be mistaken through the single thickness of trouser material, Richard's eyes were already glued to it. "It's all nice and gooey in there!" whispered Richard as he forced the trembling hand through the open fly. Robin breathed deeply, the unmistakable smell and feel of semen were as real as was his overwrought imagination. "Have you just cum?" he whispered in amazement, his fingers now mired deep within Richard's trousers. "Nah, it's just precum I always makes a lot." replied Richard casually, his eyes still very firmly focused on the prize, the lump that had started to be regularly humped into the underside of the desk. "Shit!" breathed Robin. His fingers finally got the better of his powers of logic and started to explore the hot, slimy mess that were Richard's underclothes. "Bleeding hell, you got a vest on?" "Yeah, it's me mum innit?" "I dunno, is it?" Robin wasn't concentrating. All he could see from the corner of his eye were the occasional flashes of white cotton as his hand delved deep into Richards trousers. Inside it felt as slimy inside as did the old vest he kept hidden under bed and used as his own cumrag. "Yeah." "Why does she wear one?" By now he wasn't thinking straight at all. His fingers had managed to get in under the twisted briefs and were investigating the mystery, not to say the glutenous contents of Richard's extensive foreskin. "You gotta foreskin." he whispered excitedly. "I ain't never.." "Oh... oohhhh fuck..." Richard interrupted, "do, do that again!!" Not having a foreskin nor quite sure what he was doing, other than becoming even more and producing some precum himself, Robin had managed to poke his finger all the way down to reach the hard lump at the bottom. Barely able to stifle a grunt of extreme satisfaction, Richard almost leapt from his ancient chair and reached over to push his hand between the desk and feel Robin's cock as a sign of mutual appreciation. Robin didn't argue, he just looked ahead and grinned whilst continuing to enjoy the new experience of wiggling his finger about in the hot, slippery tube displacing yet more precum over his hand and Richards ample stomach. "Hey, them two's up to something." Art nudged Nigel and indicated to look back in the direction of Robin and Richard. "Well lucky them!" Nigel grinned. "Don't you dare get no fuckin' ideas `cause you know what fuckin' happened last time." "No," said Art firmly, "it's alright, I knows I'm hard but I ain't touching it, honest." "Well you fuckin' do and you'll get another cock full of cum all over yer trousers then yer mum will really kill you again, won't she?" Nigel wagged a finger. "That'll be twice then? Yeah, yer right, I know. Now shut up let's not think about it." Resisting the temptation Art turned back to listen to Mr Woods in the knowledge he already had to carry out the spilt water bottle subterfuge trick on his mother and really couldn't afford to make the matriarchal situation any worse than it already was. "You seem to be paying an awful a lot of attention today Weldon." Mr Woods looked at Art having seen him whispering to Nigel. "Please don't loose it." "Showing me wot Sir?" replied Art nervously. He glanced down to check his fly was fastened and then looked up blushing. "I said, up until now you had been paying great attention," Mr Woods looked at him, "tell me, is it just the thought of the camping trip or does the subject really interest you?" "Oh.. I see.. I think..." Art looked around and replied as convincingly as he could, "oh it's.. uumm.. the subject Sir." "Hhmm... I sincerely hope so!" Accompanied by perpetual creaks from the furniture Mr Woods returned to the blackboard to continue his enthusiastic explanations of castle fortifications along with some drawings in an endeavour to engage the boys in readiness for their field trip. It had turned into quite a noisy class which for Robin was perfect, he reasoned that as long as he looked attentive enough he could bring to fruition one of his many favourite bedtime fantasies. To masturbate a boy in class to the point of ejaculation and also discover the secret of a foreskin, whatever it was. And, it was not going to take him long! Richard was really close to ejaculation anyway, the situation had been reversed and he had now become a more than willing sex toy to be played with by Robin as he wished. If that wasn't erotic enough, he also had his hand on the ever growing wet spot on the front of Robin's trousers which was actively encouraging Robin's self lubricating cock to slide around inside. "Hey, you ain't got no pants on!" hissed Richard excitedly having only just realised the fact despite having been extensively feeling the trousers for a couple of minutes. "No I ain't, you gotta try it." replied Robin trying to make it sound as though it were an everyday occurrence. "Daren't, I makes enough mess as it is and so far me mum ain't said nothing." "Well I'm gonna make some more!" In the heat of the moment Robin lost all reason, with his hand still through the leg opening he grabbed hold of Richard's disgustingly slimy cock and pulled it from the side of the briefs and then out through the fly! Totally taken aback by the speed of the manoeuvre Richard watched helplessly as the hand began to frantically flay his exposed cock. Blobs of precum, of which there was certainly no shortage were flying everywhere and in particular over the front of Richard's trousers and the sleeve of Robin's blazer. Luckily the sounds of heavy breathing and the two chairs creaking in unison were lost in the high level of classroom noise. Richard realising he barely had seconds to go before he ejaculated decided that Robin should also pay the price of messing up his uniform and began madly pressing on the front of his trousers causing him to ram himself ever harder into the desk. Which one was going to ejaculate first was a matter of conjecture and Robin, for his part didn't have a clue of what the consequences of his actions were going to be. That was, until it was all too late. Arching his back and putting an incredible strain on the rickety chair he almost crushed Richard's hand between his bulging fly and the underside of the desk. Ejaculating earlier seemed to make little difference to the colossal volume of semen he discharged, which within moments had been forced through the grey material to form a steadily growing, shiny, dark opalescent patch on the front. Equally carried away Richard continued the rubbing motion pressing down hard on Robin's pulsing cock. The palm of his hand now covered in hot cum he succeeded in completely spreading the slippery goo all over the front of Robin's trousers. However, despite his mammoth climax Robin hadn't lost sight of his main objective and just as his aching balls were discharging their last few drops of cum he finally succeeded in bringing Richard to the point of ejaculation. Although it appeared Robin's hand was firmly glued to his cock, Richard managed to stretch out in his chair and slide his throbbing organ just below the desk as his climax began. Despite the very modest size of his member, Richard had one advantage over most of the other boys, in that he easily rivalled Nigel for semen production! To prove it, enormous spurts of hot semen were being thrown into the air and sticking to the underside of the desk, then to hang back down in long strings to settle on his school trousers and Robin's sleeve. His twitching organ, still firmly grasped by Robin's eager fingers poked out from the trousers, the slimy head looking quite diminutive whenever the huge foreskin was pulled right back. Sliding the dripping foreskin up and down to release even more spunk gave Robin a huge thrill causing him to renew his efforts to give the stumpy shaft a few very, very firm stokes. In response Richard clenched his ample buttocks in excitement and managed to push himself off the chair and further under the desk. His own climax over, it was around that point that Robin was suddenly returned to the real world and forced to take stock of the situation. Even the pleasure of having Richard ejaculating into his hand couldn't stop him looking very pale. A cold sweat was breaking out as the Nigel's words of wisdom flashed repeatedly through his mind, "Just don't cum in yer trousers or you'll be fucked for the rest of the day.." It wasn't just the rest of the school day either, it was what his mother would say when she saw the revolting state he was in. Then should his father find out, well he just couldn't contemplate it, a thrashing would certainly be on the cards. Closing his eyes and not daring to look down again confirmed he had already seen enough to know his uniform was looking pretty disastrous. However, as bad as those thoughts were in comparison to Richard's approaching demise they were a mere diversion. Despite having just ejaculated Richard was still enjoying having Robin pulling his cock, especially since there was more than ample lubrication to continue going through the motions of masturbation. Of course, even simply going through the motions ensured there would be a certain amount of movement, which as they were about to discover was to be the key element in their downfall. "Ohhh no..." Richard shrieked in horror as he found himself plummeting towards the floor! Accompanied by the sound of splintering wood one of the rear legs of his chair, fatally weakened by a combination of woodworm, Richard's weight and excessive masturbatory vibrations had finally collapsed to deposit him unceremoniously onto the filthy classroom floor. Unaware that Richard's entire body weight had been momentarily supported only by the elasticity of the generous foreskin when the chair disappeared, Robin looked down in amazement to see his fingers still curled around with nothing but strings of spunk in between them. "What the hell's going on?" called out Mr Woods above the surprised babble of voices. "Uumm.. his.. uummm... his chairs just broke Sir.." stuttered Robin looking, not unlike the proverbial startled rabbit as all eyes turned towards the vacant space next to him. "Well don't just sit there, help him up and get him another chair." Mr Woods sighed. "Come on boys and pay attention, we all know this classroom is used as the last resort and now we know why!" Lying in the dust, surrounded by the wreckage of his chair an utterly panic stricken Richard was attempting to force his recalcitrant member back through the slimy fly of his semen streaked trousers. "Yes.. Sir.. yes.." totally disconcerted, Robin pushed his own chair back as instructed and stood up without realising exactly what he was putting on display for all to see. "Fuck me!" hissed Art to Nigel excitedly. "Fuckin' look, Robin's cum all over his trousers!" "Fuckin' hell yer right! They're fuckin' covered in it!" Nigel grinned. "I fuckin' told him didn't I, wot a fuckin' idiot!" It was inevitable that being in a classroom full of randy fourth year boys, Robin's condition would be immediately noticed. It was. The sniggers quickly turned to stifled giggling and then muted laughter complete with several fingers pointing towards the front of his tenting, shiny trousers. Just as Art had correctly surmised earlier, Robin who had never been one to express any sexual opinion now found himself incredibly embarrassed at his predicament. Bright red, with an obvious erection that would not subside it needed little imagination to guess what had happened. The thin grey trouser material had evidently suffered a severe implosion of cum of such magnitude that it had been forced right through the material like a sieve. Now wet and shiny, the tight material enhanced the detailed outline of his cock and for those voyeurs that hadn't already excitedly realised, it also confirmed he wasn't wearing any underpants! "Well come on Loxley, now help Jones back up and go and get him another chair, there's plenty of them," instructed Mr Woods pointing to the empty desks in the corner alongside James, "or do I have to do it?" "Come on, he just has!" whispered a voice from the centre of the class to yet more muted laughter. "No, no... no! I'll do it Sir." Flustered, Robin turned his back to the front and slowly edged his way between the back row of desks towards the corner endeavouring to cover his trousers as he did so. It was quite impossible, the appreciative comments on the wet bulge only served to make his erection firmer. James who had been spending most of the lesson dreaming of what he and Andy were going to do in their tent had been playing with himself though his pocket, such that his foreskin had already left several slimy marks inside his St Michael briefs. By the time Robin passed within inches of his desk he had definitely made up his mind to cum during the lesson! Still marooned at floor level Richard was having trouble dressing. Ideally he would have liked to have stood up, dropped his trousers and underpants to tuck everything back in them. As it was his briefs were so badly twisted and had ridden up so deeply between his buttocks that he was unable to get his dribbling cock back inside and it remained hanging out of the side. Both his vest and shirt were pulled out and then as if matters couldn't get any worse he discovered the zip was jammed after Robin had so enthusiastically forced it right down. "Shit! You ain't got no pants on!" hissed Andy as Robin tried to squeeze past. "Oh, fuckin' shut up!" replied Robin nervously. "Please, don't make it no worse." "I can see the end of yer knob!" James stared excitedly at the firm head, a dribble of semen still obviously oozing from the end and forming a blob through the grey trousers. "Looks about average." whispered Andy. "Wot you means is, yours ain't no bigger!" James grinned. "Hey, wot d'you think? If he can cum in his trousers without no pants, then I'm gonna cum in mine!" "Wot now?" Andy looked at him in amazement, whilst under the desk trying to rearrange his own erection which was somehow caught in the fly of his Wolsey X briefs. "But, but `spose yer caught?" "I just wanna do it, I don't care about the mess in me pants," replied James his eyes glued to Robin who slowly turned around trying to pick up a chair whilst keeping his trousers covered, "it's even sexier doing it in class innit? Fuck, he's just done it." "I `spose." Andy swallowed hard, he was so very tempted to do it himself. But did he have the courage. "You really is? In class? Now?" "Yeah." James flushed. "The other night I thought about doing it with you in class!" "In class, with me?" reaffirmed Andy excitedly. "Yeah, who else!" James nodded enthusiastically, reaching beneath the desk he began unzipping his trousers. "D'you wanna feel me pants, they're wet already! We can do it together now." Before Andy could reply Richard started to haul himself up from the dusty floor, it was rather like a monster rising from the deep. Standing shakily up, he looked totally dishevelled with his vest and shirt hanging out, his hands in front trying to hide the fact his trousers were smeared with cum and now collected a thick coating of dust. The broken zip meant the fly was wide open allowing his long foreskin to be seen freely swinging about and depositing the odd blob of cum inside his trousers. "Jones, what on earth has happened to you now?" Mr Woods looked incredulous on seeing his appearance. "You only fell off your chair, whatever's happened? You look a mess! Do try and smarten yourself up a bit, tuck your shirt in!" The comments immediately brought another round of laughter, especially from those closest who instantly guessed it was connected with matters of the flesh. With the class diverted Robin grabbed the nearest chair and took the opportunity to immediately retreat back to his desk. Hoisting the chair above his head, he started to squeeze back between the desks towards Richard. "Uumm... it's the dust.. Sir..." croaked Richard barely audible above the laughter. It certainly was the dust and it had stuck like glue to the front of his trousers! "Simmer down lads, the jokes nearly over." even Mr Woods had to smile, although luckily he wasn't close enough to see the actual state he was in. The lesson was turning into a pantomime and doubtless a prelude as to how the camping trip would turn out! Having seen the state he was in Richard was now absolutely speechless. He didn't have a clue what to do all, predatory thoughts having evaporated, he just stood there going redder in the face as the volume of laughter grew around him. Suddenly on seeing that Robin, rather like the cavalry was galloping to his rescue with another chair he mumbled something about moving the debris away and bent down to kick the broken chair away. Watching and devouring every detail had brought a tingle to Art's cock, especially when Richard began to bend over revealing the expanse of ribbed white cotton that was his vest hanging out beneath the shirt tail. Magically the more he bent over, the more it rose up until it revealed and was above the infamous striped waistband of the full cut matching underpants. "Fuck," said Nigel ramming his fly into the underside of the desk, "wot is about matching vest and pants." "Dunno." Art clamped his legs together and willed himself to keep his hands on top of the desk! "I will do it, I am, I am! Please do it with me." whispered James to Andy. With Robin still squeezing his way back to Richard and now passing right in front of them James was unable to stop himself. Reaching out he put the palm of his hand onto the front of Robin's wet, bulging trousers with the result that he almost dropped the chair in shock! "Ooohhh fuck off!" hissed Robin not daring to look down. "Fuck off!" "Oh bleeding hell!" groaned Andy. Having seen James's groping exploit so close up, he was now treated to the additional sight of Robin's cock visibly twitching through his trousers as he tried to move away. "Mmmhhhh..." murmured James, licking the semen off his hand, "Andy do it with me." "Alright, alright." Andy, took a deep breath. This was daring stuff indeed. "I'll do it!" "No," exclaimed James, "better still... we'll do it to each other!" But more was to come. Richard by no means of slender build, had always had what might be described as a little overhang around the waistband of his trousers, which under normal circumstances the combined resources of zip and clasp were sufficient to retain. However, without the zip to share the considerable forces exerted when he bent over to move the broken chair the clasp failed! With a resounding ping one half was ripped from it's stitching to fly across the classroom to land in the far corner. All heads turned, even Andy who already had his hand well inside James's briefs paused and looked to see what had happened. The normally tight and reassuring feel of Richard's trousers had gone, to be replaced by hoots of laughter as the boys were treated to yet another arousing sight. It was Richard's reflex reaction to stand up which was aided his downfall, his world was rapidly falling apart, not to say literally disintegrating in front of the entire class and for those closest a particularly diverting sight. Easily visible under the tail of both shirt and vest, his briefs were incredibly twisted and been pulled up so far into his crack that his balls and cock had been forced to hang down from the leg opening. As ever a huge blob of spunk was hanging precariously from the wrinkled end of his long foreskin and what could be seen of his underpants confirmed that they were positively saturated with glistening semen. Being the nearest, their eyes on stalks, both drinking in the gloriously sticky details Andy and James unconsciously speeded up their mutual masturbation rhythms. They just stared. James though, was doing more than stare as with Andy's fingers wrapped tightly around his briefs inside his trousers he was rapidly reaching the point of no return. "What the..." Mr Woods just managed to stop himself from uttering the obvious and instead took a second disbelieving look. Luckily the distance from the front to the back of the class coupled with the fact his view partially obscured by the excited boys gave him the wrongly impression. Having heard the ping of the clasp he just assumed that Richard's trousers had simply fallen down by accident. "Oh no!" mumbled Robin, his eyes nearly popping out of his head when he turned to put the chair behind the desk. Richard looked as though he were about to cry. "Loxley, get him out of here, now!" shouted Mr Woods above the growing clamour of voices and laughter. "Take him in the toilet and help him sort his clothes out." Instantly dropping the chair Robin went to the rescue and tried to help pull Richard's semen impregnated trousers back up to at least cover his vital parts. Whilst it only took moments it seemed like an age until he thought it safe enough to escort the trembling Richard towards the door. Watching them go out the door with their hands in front hoping to hide the worst of the cum marks Andy turned to James and found him grinning inanely. It was at that point he realised why, his hand was covered in something very warm and familiar, it must have happened as Robin had been guiding Richard from the room. "You've cum?" he whispered excitedly. Squeezing the hard lump within James's briefs and feeling the spunk oozing around inside it was pretty obvious that he must have shot an enormous load. James just nodded, quite ecstatic that he had finally turned a fantasy into reality. Even if the cost was that his clean St Michael briefs had just been flooded with possibly his biggest ever load and they would be still wet by the time he got home. "Well?" Andy stretched impatiently back in the chair. "Come on then, do me quick.. use some of yer spunk to rub it with!" James, his hand coated in his own spunk left a slimy trail across Andy's trousers as he wormed his way back inside to frantically begin rubbing the length of Andy's twitching cock, both knowing it would take only seconds before he also ejaculated. ################################################################# Chap 112 to follow