Date: Wed, 12 Jun 2013 19:31:17 +0100 From: tom Subject: Brief encounter Chap 120 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 120 – Can you draw us a picture? There was no reply to the knock on door, not that Ted had ever expected there would be particularly at seven in the morning. Quietly turning the handle and pushing the door open he moved into the room clutching the clean dressing for Art's buttock. Daylight was filtering through the chinks in the badly drawn curtains and falling on Art who appeared to be soundly asleep in the bed. Unable to avoid the overpowering smell of teenage boy and the associated horrors that went with it, Ted picked his way over the debris of school books and dirty clothing to stand by the bed. "Art, wake up." No response. "Art, wake up." this time he gently shook his shoulder. Still no response. "Art you have to wake up or there won't be time to do this dressing." said Ted quite firmly. Taking hold of the bedclothes he peeled them back to the foot of bed in one rapid movement. "Wot.. wot.. the fffuuu..." cried Art instantly feeling the cool air on his body. To be precise, other than his pyjama jacket and red underpants tangled around his feet, his near naked body. "Oh my god!" said Ted confronted by Art's magnificent morning erection, he took a step backwards partly to escape the rich aroma of semen, both fresh and matured overnight. "Dad! You mustn't look!" suddenly Art sat up and desperately looked round for something to cover himself with. "Sorry Art, I am really." Ted whilst feeling for Art embarrassed state nevertheless couldn't stop a wry smile and reached out for a bundle that had been lurking by the side of the bed. "Hang on I've found you something." "Don't look, please. Dad please!" "Here, cover it up with these.." Ted handed it to Art, "hey, that's your pyjama trousers... oh my god.. " he looked at his hand, "what are they covered in?" Of course he needed no reply as he realised only too quickly that the question should never have been asked as it was obvious exactly what they were covered in. Art now as red as his disgusting red briefs offered no explanation and merely cringed in embarrassment with his eyes tightly closed. "Art." "Wot?" Art felt Ted lean over him and then to his surprise kiss him on the head. "Dad?" "Listen, I'm your father and it's not the first time I've seen your erection, so d'you think you can turn over without snapping it off and lie on your tummy so I can put this damn plaster on your bum and I can then go to work!" Art suddenly started to giggle, having finally realised what an absurd situation they were in. "Good. Now don't worry about me seeing your willy!" said Ted. "Just roll over and hurry up." "Dad. I don't really mind you seeing me willy. But.." "That's very nice to know, but what?" "I love you." "Oh! And, I love you." Ted paused, blinked and strove to move things on. "Now's here's something to laugh at while I rip this old plaster off." "Wot's that?" "Just think if mum had tried to do this and if you hadn't first managed to gas her with the smell that came out of your bed, you'd have scared the wits out of her flashing that monster organ of yours." "D'you really think it is monster dad?" asked Art proudly. Ted's answer was drowned by the shriek of pain as the old plaster was ripped off. "Oi Nige, bloody hang on a minute." "Wot? Who's that?" only too pleased to stop and drop his bag, heavy with unwashed games kit, Nigel turned to see Robin hurrying up the school drive towards him. "I got something important to tell you." said Robin rather breathlessly drawing level. "Wot's that then, you forgot yer fuckin' games kit?" Nigel hoisted his bag back onto his shoulder. "I don't wanna be late today, so tell us on the way, is it any good, important like?" "Nah, I remembered me, kit but listen it's fuckin' exciting! Just fuckin' slow down a bit or we'll be in school too quick." "Well? Wot's so fuckin' exciting?" grinning Nigel slowed to a crawl, his cock lurched inside his trousers. He had a feeling it was going to be something very exciting and judging from what he had just seen of the mess Robin's trousers were already in so did he. "That's better, bloody hell I'm outta breath. " "Not surprised, `spect you been wanking on the bus again in ain't you. Fuckin' hell, just look at the state of them fuckin' trousers! Didn't you fuckin' do it when you fuckin' woke up like everybody else, you dirty fuckin' boy!" "Yes and fuckin' no, I ain't been doing on the fuckin' bus!" "Wot's all them stains then, scotch fuckin' mist!" Nigel pointed to Robin's spunk stained fly and the beginning of a wet spot at the business end of erection hidden within. The same erection which hadn't really gone down since masturbating with Jilly the previous evening, despite subsequently attending to it three times during the evening after that! "Don't fuckin' talk about me trousers," Robin blushed, "I'm in enough trouble with mum and the state of them as it is." "Never!" "I think she's guessed I bin wanking in 'em at school." "Fuck, took her some time to work that out then!" Nigel laughed and leant forward to look more closely. "Looks like yer about to do it again!" "Fuck off!" "Come on then, wot is it then, your big fuckin' discovery. You've found a new way of wanking have you?" "Something like that." Robin smiled. "Now, you know we was talking about girls and that?" "Oh yeah! So, so wot you found out then?" Nigel was definitely paying attention now as was his cock which was rapidly standing to attention. "Well... well, did you ask yer sister? Well fuckin' tell me then! Come on!" "See, I had a chat with her yesterday," looking around to see there were any eavesdroppers Robin lowered his voice, "and we talked about sex." "Fuckin' assholes! You did!" exclaimed Nigel. "Well, wot, wot fuckin' happened, wot did she say?" "It wasn't wot she said, it was wot she did." "Wot! Well wot she fuckin' do? Fuckin' tell me wot happened?" "Well., uumm.." "Well fuckin' wot? Don't fuckin' start and then stop, get on with it!" Even though he was undoubtedly embarrassed Robin was nevertheless incredibly proud of himself and in his excitement to say what happened simply mumbled the bare facts. "I got me cock out and started wanking and then she pulled her knickers down and wanked as well!" "Just like that? You musta had some sort of fuckin' conversation, tell me all the juicy details, come on!" "Uumm... hang on.." Robin so excited at making the revelation paused to gather his thoughts. "Cor, well fuck me!" Nigel shook his head in disbelief, surely it couldn't have been as simple as that. "I'd really like too!" blurted Robin without realising what he had just said. "Oh shit!" "Course you can!" Nigel grinned immediately picking up on the unintentional reply. "You tell us when and where, only thing is I `spect Art will wanna watch 'cause he'll have a wank!" "Honest?" Robin swallowed, it had meant to have been a joke, but with his new found sexual liberation he desperately wanted to accept the offer. "You would?" "Yeah, I don't let just anybody have me bum y'know! You's on that history camping trip with us ain't you?" "Yeah, oh wot? You mean we can do it then?" said Robin excitedly. "With Art watching, oh fuckin' hell! D'you, d'you really think we can?" "Yeah alright and course he will, wouldn't you? But first you gotta fuckin' tell me wot happened yesterday!" Nigel stopped and took a deep breath. "You really wanked with yer sister? Just like that? Nah, I can't believe it." "Fuckin' did and it was all `cause she'd seen the mess me trousers were in and well, she guessed I cum in 'em didn't she?" "She did?" Nigel grinned again. "Wotever gave her that idea!" "Oh! I just fuckin' said so! Anyway, so one thing led to another and in the end I just got me cock and started wanking!" "You wot! In front a girl?" "It's me sister innit you daft fucker, we used to play fuckin' doctors and fuckin' nurses years ago. I `spose if I'd had a brother I'd a done with him wouldn't I?" "I do! Art does." Nigel winked. "Think I see wot you means. Anyway so wot happened then?" "Well, then she pulled her skirt up and started wanking. I made a right fuckin' mess when I cum." "So, so..." Nigel still couldn't believe what he was hearing, "you wanked with yer sister? Just like that?" Robin nodded. "You're gonna have to give us all sticky fuckin' details and I mean all the fuckin' details, but, but just for now, tell me how does she do it then?" This was for Nigel the sixty four thousand dollar question. He waited excitedly with a hand holding the head of his erection through the trouser pocket as Robin tried to explain the mysteries of the female form. "Ah.." "And, I mean all the details, like wot's her bits look like? Wot's she really got between her legs, hair and all that stuff?" continued Nigel quite openly rubbing himself through his pocket. "Well?" "It's a sorta lump with a sorta split in it!" Robin, reliving the experience was now also openly rubbing himself through his pocket. "Wot? A split?" Nigel's hand movements increased in direct relation to his excited questioning. He looked down at Robin's hand. "Is you gonna cum first or me?" "I'm trying not too!" "You ain't doing very well, `cause you gotta fuckin' gert wet spot already! Didn't you have yer morning wank?" "Oh shit!" he looked down to see a much darker patch where the head of his cock press on the grey material. "Course I fuckin' did and it went over me pyjamas!!" "Anyway, wot about the slit then? I ain't seen nothing in any dirty books, all I've seen is pictures of gert tits and that, so I don't know wot you means."' "I've only seen pictures of tits too, but anyway on the gert lump there's some hairs and a split." they were nearing the main door and Robin stopped, he pushed Nigel to the side of the path out of earshot of the other boys. "Wot? The lump, between her legs? How big is then?" "And, she gotta a sorta little cock thing that sticks out a bit above it!" "Wot! She's gotta cock? How big?" not only was Nigel very excited, but he was very puzzled at the layout of the female anatomy. And, his infamous saggy Y-fronts were beginning to have to absorb the contents of his foreskin. "She says that her cocks called a, a clit or something." "A wot? So has she gotta cock or a wot? A clit or something?" said Nigel incredulously. "So where does a bloke put his cock then when they fucks, he must get it in this slit thing then? Wot's it's fuckin' like?, you should have had a fuckin' good look!" "Uumm.." Robin looked puzzled as well now, he'd never asked that and he hadn't got that close. Surely a cock couldn't fit in the little hole where she'd been pushing her finger. "I knows," Nigel grinned, "can you draw us a fuckin' picture!" "There he is." "Cor, wot time did he get yer then?" Alex looked at Tom and pulled a face. "He must be gert keen!" "Dunno, but by the look of him d'you think he's been doing it all night?" "Wot you two on about now?" David followed by Joe quickened their step to catch up as they walked up towards the entrance. "Well look at Gog's, he's got both hands in his pockets and he's going at it!" "Bloody hell!" said Joe grinning. "I reckon he's worn holes in the pockets!" "You alright Gog's?" called out Alex as they got nearer. "Oh," Charles turned and smiled on seeing the boys coming up the drive. "I was watching the door, waiting for you." "We thought you'd be on our bus." said Tom. "Looks like we gotta new mate!" whispered Joe to David. "Oh, he'll be alright," replied David, "if he keeps on playing with himself like that he can wank for all of us!" "Course, I forgot you still got his pants!" "I'm still wearing 'em!" David grinned. "You ain't! Wot!" Joe stifled a laugh. "Ain't taken 'em off yet, they're stuck to me! Now shut up in case he hears." "Mummy got me ready early and took me to the bus stop." volunteered Charles innocently as they approached. "It must have been the earlier bus she put me on by mistake. I wondered why there was nobody here!" "Sounds like it." Tom smiled. "You ain't been at it like that since yesterday afternoon have you?" Alex nodded towards the frenetic activity through the shorts pockets. "And, hows me pants?" asked David. "Hope you ain't worn a hole in 'em!" "Oh!" Charles giggled and then blushed heavily. "You fuckin' have ain't you?" Tom grinned. "You been doing it all night!" "Gawd, it'll get really sore," said Joe, "just think wot happened to Simon." Still giggling Charles nodded to confirm his marathon masturbation session, then grinned from ear to ear proudly announced. "I've managed that funny feeling three times so far." "Oh shit! Looks we've really started something now," Alex looked at David in surprise, it seemed Charles was most certainly coming out from his shell. "Well just don't do it in class `cause all the chairs creak and we'll know yer at it!" David smiled proudly at his obvious achievement in Charles' sexual development. "And, daddy caught me doing it in the bathroom last night, I'd forgotten to lock the door!" the eyes flashed behind the glasses and Charles managed to grin for a second time. There was no doubt his life had changed for good. "Shit!" Tom couldn't believe the change it and all in less than twenty four hours. "Oh shit! Wot'd he say?" asked David, horrified at the very thought of being caught. "You didn't mention us did you?" added Joe. "Of course not!" Charles said firmly, his eyes once again huge behind his glasses. "Daddy didn't know what to say so he quickly went out, luckily he didn't see I was wearing Dave's blue pants!" "Bloody hell, very lucky!" said David. "We're gonna have to swop back today `cause me mum will want to see 'em in the dirty washing, I can't loose another pair." "So what happened to Simon?" asked Charles have finally realised there might be a penalty for excessive self abuse. "When he first discovered he could cum, he wanked so much his cock started to bleed," replied Alex with a suitably grave expression, "he ended up with his dad having to put special proper willy wanking ointment on it!" "Oh golly." Charles face fell. "Mine's a bit sore now." "I'm not bloody surprised!" said Joe quietly. "We'll have a butchers at it in morning break to make sure it's alright," Tom smiled reassuringly, "won't we?" "Oh yeah, good idea." agreed David before Charles could object, "we can swop pants back then as well." "Yeah." chorused Joe and Alex giving each other knowing look. "That's settled then innit," said David looking at his watch, "now let's get in before the bell goes and there's a gert rush." "We'd better take it in turns to sit next to him like yesterday `cause Simon ain't back yet is he?" said Tom giving Alex a wink. "Yeah, definitely," Alex turned to Charles, "now, d'you know wot yer first lesson is today then Gog's?" "No!" he shook his head, but his hand carried on, "d'you?" "Yes! It's maths innit!" "Hey, you seen Brian yet?" asked Joe looking behind as they started to move inside. "Nah, I `spect the rotten bus is late again," said Tom, "he's got a few minutes before we starts anyway." "Oi Nige, bleeding hang a minute won't you!" "Where the fuck you been, we was just gonna go inside." Nigel about to go through the door with Robin paused and looked back to see Art puffing his way up the drive. "He looks right fucked!" observed Robin and rather succinctly summing up Art's apparent physical condition. "That's wot wanking does for you innit." "Wot you mean, wanking makes you fucked?" "Yeah, I mean look at him," Nigel sniffed, "he wanks and he's right fucked." "That fuckin' bus was late again!" Looking and sounding as though he just completed a marathon, possibly even a triathlon Art threw his bag down on the path allowing two exercise books to escape. "Oh fuckin' hell! I'm fuckin' knackered rushing up that fuckin' road!" "How's yer bum?" "Why you put something up it!" "Don't fuckin' talk about that!" "Why? Didn't yer dad change yer plaster?" "No, I didn't fuckin' put anything up it and fuck the plaster as well!" "Wot's fuckin' up kid? Come on you can fuckin' tell us, we can keep a fuckin' secret can't us Rob?" Nigel cupped an ear and tried hard not to laugh, Robin had already turned away in case he too laughed. "Don't you dare tell nobody," Art looked around, they edged nearer to listen. "Would we!" "Fuck off! Now don't you fuckin' laugh," he looked around again, "listen, see dads gotta go off early to work and I promised I'd be ready for him to do me plaster." "Who's you fuckin' kidding, you'd sleep all fuckin' day in that revolting spunky bed of yours if you could!" Nigel glanced at Robin who appeared to be biting his fist in an attempt to refrain from laughing. "Fuckin' cheeky tosser!" "So let's guess... uumm... don't tell us.." Nigel theatrically scratched the bumfluff on his chin, "got it! Yer cock had got up but you hadn't, `cause you'd fuckin' overslept." "Well, yeah, how d'you fuckin' know that then?" Art looked amazed and Robin looked as though he was going to explode with laughter. "Fuckin' brain power innit? Go on and then wot happened?" "He said he couldn't wake me," Art looked around again, "so he pulls the bedclothes down and, and.." he looked at them both, "you tell anybody about this and I'll fuckin' murder you!" "Course we won't!" Nigel was barely able to reply, Robin was almost choking on his fist and merely nodded. "And, then wot?" "See, I'd worn me pants to bed, but they down round me feet a bit sticky like, you knows and the bed stinks of.. " he paused for breath, "you know, and, and me cock was sticking up and dad says, he says he's got something to cover me willy with." "And?" spluttered Nigel. "He gives me, me `jama trousers which he sees on the floor and then it goes all over his hand and.." "Wot does? Oh fuck!" it was only Nigel who could reply, Robin was apparently having a coughing fit. "See, they's all covered in cum, `cause I woke at about four o'clock I went for a piss and then fancied a quick one when I got back!" "So wot's he say then?" "Not a lot `cause by then we're both sorta laughing about it." "That was lucky wunnit?" "Then," Art looked about. "Then he kisses me and rips the fuckin' plaster right off. That fuckin' hurt." "Oh." Nigel sighed and looked at Robin. There was little to say, but they both felt it. "Oh Nige, I'm sorry.. of fuck.." Art tentatively touched his arm, "I forgot, you and uumm, yer dad, I'm sorry." "Oh fuck it, I can't change it." Nigel sniffed and took a deep breath, he nodded towards Robin who was now looking equally downcast. "He won't say nothing, but his dads a right fuckin' shit as well." "Oh bugger, I didn't know." "Fuck. Fuck." muttered Robin. Blinking he turned away, what he wouldn't give to have father like that. "Hey, I almost forgot I say," Nigel decided it was now time to change the subject and bent down to pick up his bag, "that Rob could do me like, on this camping trip!" "You wot?" surprised at the very matter of fact way in which Nigel had said it, Art was for once almost stuck for words. "Wot, you mean, up yer bum?" "Yeah, I said he could, but I `spect you'd wanna to watch!" Nigel winked and then nodded in Robin's direction. "And, you'd have a gert wank wouldn't you!" "Oh... oh.. oh, well yeah, course!" replied Art. "And he could do me if had got any spunk left!" Robin still had his back partly towards them. Nigel looked at Art and shrugged his shoulders, plainly Robin felt deeply about the father subject. "We're all mates and we helps each other y'know that don't you?" said Art putting his hand on Robin's shoulder. "I guess I'm very lucky to have my dad." "Oh fuck," he turned, there were tears in his eyes, "you don't know how lucky you are." "D'you know I was nearly crying last week, we all does it." said Art inadvertently giving one his special smiles which totally demolished what remained of Robin's composure. "You're a fuckin' daft cunt, now look wot you done!" Nigel raised his eyebrows while Robin turned away again trying to keep his equanimity. #################################################### Chap 121 to follow