Date: Thu, 25 Jul 2013 17:07:13 +0100 From: tom Subject: Brief encounters Chap 123 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 123 – "In time for wot?" With Charles straggling behind still wondering who Barry the attractive, if somewhat mischievous little first year was and what they were actually going to do when they got to wherever it was, they hurriedly set off. Once past the end of the playground the ancillary school buildings were theoretically out of bounds and separated from the pupils by a hedge, a hedge that unsurprisingly contained many large interstices! Once through the hedge there were a group of disused, small single story brick buildings forming a tiny courtyard which was usually witness to innumerable illicit cigarettes and the very occasional desperate onanist. "Right." Barry looked around, kicked at the numerous cigarette butts littering the concrete and reached down to his shorts for the zip. "There ain't much time before the bell, so shall us all drop our shorts together?" "Barry hang on," said Alex excitedly, "if we all has a guess at wot colour you got on and the one who gets it right gets to... gets to.. to feel the others willy!" "Yeah!" Already a serial masturbator and confirmed exhibitionist, Barry readily accepted the offer. "And, if nobody gets it, then.. uumm.. I'll have to think of something!" "Right, ready then?" asked Alex. "Here we go, I'll say, red?" "No." "Fuck!" "Blue?" said Tom hopefully. "Nope." "Green? It's me favourite colour!" said Brian. "Nah, girls have green knickers not me!" "White?" said Jimmy. "Nope!" "It's you then Gog's," said Brian, "you could get to feel his willy!" "Black?" asked Charles hopefully. "Nah, yer all wrong." Barry grinned. Knowing he had a captive audience he slowly undid his shorts and dropped them down to reveal some small, pee stained, bright yellow briefs. "Damn! That's the ones you wore when I caught you wanking with Robbie innit!" said Brian. "Yeah," Barry nodded enthusiastically, "and remember wot happened!" "Fuckin' yellow, bloody hell!" muttered Alex followed by a sharp intake of breath. "We gotta be quick and it's my choice." continued Barry pulling the briefs to one side and allowing his thin, circumcised cock to spring out. "You all line up, drop yer shorts put yer cock out yer fly, you can hold me willy and I'll give yours a quick rub, then just wait and keep 'em out till I tell you wots next!" Charles found it rather hard to believe that anybody, particularly a small first year boy could be so brazen and totally uninhibited. He watched in utter amazement as first Jimmy, then Brian followed by Tom and Alex to line up with their shorts around their ankles to be groped by Barry and then wait with their erections on display for Barry to tell them what was happening next. "Woollies, Marks and Sparks, Y-fronts, Y-fronts and.." said Barry instantly reeling off the makes of the various briefs presented before him. "Shit," said Tom in amazement, "how d'you recognise all the different makes, how d'you know all this?" "It's through Brian and Robbie innit!" Barry grinned as he made to take hold of the twitching organ presented before him by a rather excited Alex. "They got me going, so now I looks though all the stuff in the changing rooms at games and that!" "Bloody hell!" said Tom having taken quite some time to admit his underwear interests to Alex. "So clever clogs, wot's Gog's wearing then, you ain't said yet?" Jimmy pointed to Charles who was still wearing David's briefs which were sagging below his shirt and vest. Alex shuddered as Barry took hold of his cock and instantly made a grab for Barry's slender offering. "Uum.. I'd say, same as mine, BHS?" Barry looked knowingly across to Charles whilst continuing to pull very firmly on Alex's abused few inches. "That's right, but, but they're Dave's pants really, I wear, I usually wear Saint Michael." stuttered Charles. "Like Brian do?" asked Barry. "Yes, yes," Charles, then pointed to Alex. "you, you gonna do that to me as well?" "If you want's." Charles' eye's crossed with latent excitement. Immediately he started to delve into the sagging folds of David's briefs to excavate his modest offering and poke it from the side ready for Barry's attention. Looking as though it had been rubbed almost red raw Charles toyed with his foreskin whilst studying the cocks on display all around him. "Oh fuckin' hell! Alex!" exclaimed Barry holding up his hand and looking at the palm, it glinted in the sun. "You dirty sod!" "Oh fuck!" moaned Alex unable to control himself any longer. "Oh fuckin' messy boy!" replied Barry grinning. Alex wobbled, his legs clamped firmly together and his knees slightly bent. A large blob of gooey liquid clung from the end of his twitching cock, only to fall down onto his shorts. "You wasn't meant to cum," said Barry now giggling, "we ain't got time for all that, we was just gonna have a piss after I'd felt you all!" "Oh shit, shit!" muttered Alex under his breath who now looked rather embarrassed at having been the only one unable to control himself. "Right, your turn Gog's, over here!" Barry, having already guessed that Charles was somewhat naive, rather liked the prospect of encouraging him. "Hurry up, you gotta hold mine as well!" "Oh!" exclaimed Charles in delight as Barry's fingers finally wrapped themselves tightly around his cock. "But, but.. your hand, your fingers, but, but they're all covered in Alex's stuff!" "Yer, it's good innit!" murmured Barry grinning. Tom, rubbing his own cock watched as Barry's hand, well lubricated by Alex's spunk slipped up and down the short length of Charles' cock taking the foreskin with it. "You OK?" whispered Tom in Alex's ear. "Ain't nothing to get embarrassed about, we've all cum when we wanted to stop." "I know, it's, it's just Barry innit?" replied Alex blushing, "I couldn't stop meself." "I nearly did it too." said Tom. "We'll get him with us next week, he can wank us all off!" "Hurry up, bells gonna go in a few minutes," announced Brian looking at his watch, "wot's with the pissing thing Barry?" Barry reluctantly released Charles' cock, Charles smiled happily quite evidently delighted with his latest friend and continued to stroke himself. "Quick form a circle, round this old fag packet." Barry pointed towards a flattened Woodbine packet on grass. "Get close, keep yer shorts down and yer cock out yer pants!" "Wot?" Jimmy looked puzzled as he waddled awkwardly over. "Why?" "Jimmy just fuckin' shut up and do it!" said Brian shuffling round. "We ain't got much time and it's Barry's call innit." "Alright, just wondered." Jimmy looked around, they all still had their shorts around their knees or ankles, although still poking from their underpants some erections looked as though they were wilting! "Rub yer willy and get it hard, quick!" said Barry, his slightly curved if slender organ setting a perfect example sprouting from the side of his yellow briefs. "Now wot then?" asked Tom looking around, his cock proudly sticking out the pee stained fly . "Now," Barry grinned, "we don't move, we just gets close enough to piss over the fag packet." "Wot? Is that all?" Brian looked mystified. "It's enough!" Barry giggled again. "You wait and see!" "Wot?" Alex looked at the torn cigarette packet and then to the selection of erections. "It's something me big brother told me they did once at school." said Barry haltingly as he began to giggle yet again, small squirts of yellow pee shot from his erection to splash partly over the packet, but mainly over Jimmy's shorts and briefs which were rucked up around his ankles as he stood opposite. "Hey! Fuck off, yer wetting me clothes!" exclaimed Jimmy angrily. "Uumm.. fuck! I get it!" muttered Alex, his face breaking into a grin. "You fuckin' idiot Barry, stop it, you're pissing over me pants!" continued Jimmy looking in dismay as his wet clothes. "That's right!" spluttered Barry waving his shrinking stream upwards to wash over Jimmy's erection. Jimmy looked at him in amazement then suddenly started to laugh and shaking so much with laughter that his aim affected, produced a powerful jet of pale yellow liquid which totally soaked the front of Barry's briefs! "Fuckin' hell!" added Tom swivelling to point at Alex. "Got it! Course we can't fuckin' aim low proper, `cause we all got hard on's!" "No, but we don't need to aim!" agreed Alex, moving right next to Tom and pushing his cock into the seat of his briefs to release everything he had. "That's the whole point innit?" Brian looked at Charles, Charles looked expectantly at Brian. "Come on, get in front of me and put yer willy though me fly!" said Brian excitedly. Charles needed no further encouragement, his cock sticking out in front had already started to drip. Looking at Brian he rammed it into the open fly, feeling it rub against the hairless ballsac his bladder suddenly began to empty. Brian found the sensation of his underpants suddenly filling up and then draining down his legs incredible and began to masturbate uncontrollably into the front of Charles' briefs. Once the realisation that to pee over each was actually the object of the game they quickly descended into a state of sexual hysteria. Rolling around in laughter they continued to piss over each other and gradually start masturbating, that was until the lesson bell rang. "Fuckin' hell! It's the fuckin' bell!" shrieked Jimmy in terror, turning almost as white as a clean pair of his Woolworth's underpants. "Fuckin assholes!" stuttered Tom, now frozen to the spot unlike the warm urine which continued to run from his briefs, down his legs, through his shorts to be finally absorbed by his long grey woollen socks. Geography, whilst not Art's favourite of lessons was though generally acceptable. However, sat on hard wooden chair with his tight red briefs containing a mixture of spunk and rice pudding certainly was not going to enhance the experience. Having squirmed around for the entire lesson whilst giving Nigel a blow by blow account of how the rice pudding had solidified and forced itself into his rectal regions only the lesson bell could offer relief. "Bleeding hell, you're in hurry!" said Nigel as Art leapt to his feet before the bell had even finished ringing. "I gotta wash me bum!" hissed Art looking round. Hoping he hadn't been noticed he clawed at his briefs through the shiny seat of his trousers in an attempt to dislodge the offending particles of rice. "You! Wash her bum, fuckin' never!" Nigel started to laugh. "You've had skidmarks as long as I've known you!" "Fuck off, I ain't!" Art blushed as he picked up his bag and very awkwardly rushed out of the room. "You fuckin' have," Nigel, was still laughing as he caught up with him, "before we met up and when I started doing the pants bit in the changing room, you always had 'em!" "You fucker, you were looking at me pants back then!" "Well, you used to the same, I've seen you going round, having a good look and sniffing 'em!" Art suddenly stopped and smiled., "Lucky we met up then wunnit!" "Oh don't fuckin' look at me like that!" Nigel tried to avoid making eye contact and instead move the conversation on. "So where you gonna wash it then?" "Well, we got games now ain't we? And I got me note, so when you lots gone, I'll clean up then." "I don't `spose you'd have a look through the clothes and see who's got cum stains or new pants or anything would you." said Nigel as they approached the corridor leading to the changing rooms. "D'you mean, should I?" Art grinned. "Maybe you should `cause we're here now," Nigel pushed on the door, "you can tell me later." "Ah, Mister Weldon. How nice of you to come." "Wot! Who!" totally thrown by the comment Art spun round thinking his father had suddenly appeared. "Will you be joining us today or have you other plans?" Mr Hawkins appeared in view. "I, uumm... I've," doing his best to compose himself Art's hands scrabbled through his pockets, "I've gotta note... Sir.." "One you wrote yourself, perchance?" Mr Hawkins had heard and seen every excuse that was possible from the unhealthy minority that would do anything to avoid getting undressed and doing any exercise. "No, no.. it's proper.. it's from me mum... honest.. Sir." stuttered Art continuing to desperately search his pockets. "You've got thirty seconds to find it or you can start getting changed," he turned to face the crowd of unwilling athletes, "I'm just going to get this lot sorted out." "Wot's up?" whispered Ian to James appeared to be virtually cringing in the furthest corner. "It's mum innit?" "Wot! Is she here?" "No!" "She ill or wot then?" Ian moved closer. "Nah, she went shopping..." James stopped, whatever the problem was it was too terrible to even talk about. "Wot's mean she went shopping?" asked Ian. "Has something happened to her or wot?" "Nah!" replied James now clearly becoming quite upset. "She bought me some.." "Come on you lot, now hurry up and get changed because it's your favourite... it's athletics today." Mr Hawkins announcement drowned out James reply. "Favourite, fuck that," said Nigel to Richard, "I caught me knackers on them fuckin' hurdles last time!" "They hangs down too much don't they!" whispered Richard as he started to unzip his trousers. "Oh hell, I smells of cum, so where shall I hide me cummy sock?"!" "In yer fuckin' shoe, where else do socks go!" Nigel grinned. "Don't matter if yer shoe gets spunky do it?" "So yer mum did wot?" asked Ian yet again starting to unbutton his shirt. "She, she, went shopping to get me new shirts and she bought me some, some... oh fuck!" "She bought you some oh fuck! Wot's that!" Ian moved closer. "Come on and tell me and start getting undressed quick before Hawkins starts again." "She said she'd bought me some different... new pants..." James ground to a halt yet again, "and so I thought she'd got me some like Art's got.." "Wot with the spunk stains!" Ian giggled as he unzipped his trousers allowing the unmistakable smell of slow drying semen to escape. "Bleeding hell," Martin turned round, his trousers also open to reveal the more than obvious wet patches on his blue Y-fronts, "we all stinks of cum in here don't we!" Ian then James sniffed, it was most definitely in the air. "And, so wot happened?" Ian nudged James, who turned round almost looking as though he were going to cry. "Don't you dare fuckin' laugh nor fuckin' say anything!" hissed James, his hands shaking as he undid the clasp and reached for the zip. "Whatever you lot are talking about in that far corner just stop it and get changed!" the finger quivered in James' direction. "Sir, Sir... I've got it." called Art holding out the crumpled remains of what had been a very informative note written by his mother explaining his case of athletes foot was as near terminal as it could possibly get. "Have you really! So what have you contracted then?" Mr Hawkins smiled, actually having quite a soft spot for the chaotically disorganised Art. "Plague, scrofulous or something worse?" "Scrotum wot?" Art looked puzzled, wondering how a teacher could possibly know what he did to his scrotum in the comfort of his own bedroom. "Let's have a look then," he quickly read the neat handwriting, "oh my word, it likes you have really struck the jackpot this time!" "I have?" said Art looking surprised. "You certainly have. If what you mother says is correct, the last thing I need in here is an epidemic of class one athletes foot." Art breathed a very visible sigh of relief. Thoughts of using the lesson time to catch up with all his outstanding homework flashed through his brain. The relative silence was suddenly broken by shrieks of laughter and topped by angry shouts from James corner. "Shut up..." More laughter. "Go away!" More laughter and of course, more boys pushing forward to see what the fuss was about. "Oh piss off!" "What the hells going on?" Mr Hawkins tried to push through. "Come on, quieten down." "His mums'..." hysterical with laughter, Harry's voice was almost unrecognisable "his.. his.. mums's knitted his pants!" As the crescendo of laughter and ribald comments increased James looked away and angrily shouted, "Just fuckin' shut up and piss off!" "James Lanin!" boomed Mr Hawkins jostling his way through the excited boys, "Any more of that language and you're on detention! Now you lot, let me though. What's going on this time?" Once he pushed through the throng Mr Hawkins was greeted by the sight of James, pushed in the corner trying unsuccessfully to cover his new string underpants with his hands. "Oh for heavens sake!" exclaimed Mr Hawkins, "You're like a bunch of giggling girls, now come on and get changed. Last two out the door are going to carry all the kit back." Art having heard, but not actually seen what the excitement was all about found his sexual antenna twitching, particularly that which resided with the grains of rice in his underpants. "Sir, Sir," he called out excitedly, "I, I forgot to say that Andy's not yer `cause he's thrown up." "What?" Mr Hawkins came over, the lessoned bore all the hallmarks of becoming one of those. "Andy Who? What is it he's thrown?" "Oh, sorry Sir, I mean, I mean Andy Morton," Art casually cast an exploratory glance at the various bulges in the thin white shorts that were reluctantly heading outside, "he, he was gert sick at dinner.." "You mean he vomited?" Mr Hawkins sighed. "Was it something he'd eaten then?" Art nodded, after that particular question it was all he could do to keep from laughing. Luckily, just before Mr Hawkins pressed the point Art had a brainwave and pointed to the marks on the lapels of his blazer and stuttered, "Look, look, Sir.. it's bits of his cottage pie!" Mr Hawkins sighed again. "So, is he staying in the sickroom all afternoon or what?" "Nurse said she'd send him on to his lessons when he was better Sir." "You mean here?" Art hadn't thought that far ahead. "I `spose so.. Sir." "Right, well he can help you then." "He can help me?" Art's voice slowed as he said it. "Help me wot Sir?" "Yes, help you." Mr Hawkins smiled. "I hope you didn't think you were going to just doss about and do all your homework did you?" "Wot me Sir?" Art's face fell, knowing he'd now have to attempt homework in his own time. "Sir, if it's athletics," interrupted Robin, both hands covering the lump in the front of his shorts, "we having them spears and gert plate things to throw about later on?" "You mean the discus and javelins?" "I `spose Sir, yes." "Maybe at the end of the afternoon, I'll see." "Oh Sir! Could we take 'em on the camping trip to the castle then, we could have a real battle!" Robin looked expectantly for an affirmative answer. Art looked expectantly at Robin's shorts, the bulbous head was plainly visible through the thin layer of white cotton. "No, I think not!" Mr Hawkins raised his eyebrows. "There will be enough mayhem without you lot will maiming each other as well! Now, outside!" "Pity Sir." Robin grinned and turned to join the last of the boys going outside. "Wot am I doing then Sir?" asked Art rather unhappily, all thoughts of completing the overdue maths homework dashed. "You know the big storeroom with all the cricket and hockey stuff?" "Yes..." "Well you're going to take everything out and put it back tidily." "Oh.." Art looked less than happy knowing the inside of the cupboard was a disaster. "And," Mr Hawkins turned to go outside, "as that note says you're off games for a month then next week you can do the rugby and football storeroom." Rather unhappily Art watched as the last of the class left, then moving over he stood on bench near the windows and waited until they had crossed the playground and were out of sight. "Right!" he said to himself hopping down and heading for the two toilet cubicles adjacent to the showers. Choosing the one with the cleanest floor he bolted the door behind him, quickly kicked off his shoes and dropped both trousers and briefs allowing a very rich aroma of sweaty adolescence to escape. It was of course, the rather small amount of rice pudding stuck to his underpants with semen which was causing his distress, attempting to wash it off he only succeeded making them soaking wet and obviously unwearable. However, having no underpants was a situation he had faced before and now presented no real problem. The real problem though, being that some the rice seemed to have found it's way deep into his crack and was proving extremely irritating when he moved. However, the thing about the changing room toilets was that not only were they fitted with a washbasin, but also had an ample supply of paper towels. Thus, with his clothes hanging up behind the door he stood with one leg up on the toilet allowing him to forage between his legs for the hardened grains of rice! Even by Art's erotic standards it wasn't the most pleasant experience, but eventually he did feel better having splashed everything with water and used most of the paper towels in the process. Of course, after so much anal preening there was only one thing left to do. That was to hold his erection with one hand and stick a finger right up his bum with the other whilst allowing thoughts of inspecting every pair of underpants in the room flashed through his mind. "Hello! Anybody in?" The door slammed behind the voice. Art froze, his finger still in position. "Art you tosser, where's you hiding?" called out Andy. "I'm in the bog!" replied Art letting out a sigh of relief that it was no one else. "Don't you fuckin' do that again, you nearly gave me a bleeding heart attack!" "Wot, you having a shit?" Andy laughed and turned towards the toilet area. "Nah, but yer just in time." "In time for wot?" "Wotever you fancies, `cause I've just put me finger up me bum!" replied Art noisily pulling the bolt back on the door. ########################################## Chap 124 to follow