Date: Wed, 12 Feb 2014 11:20:51 +0000 From: tom Subject: Brief Encounters C 137 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 137 -"Fuck me Nige! Now! Fuck me, please!" In fact it hadn't taken long after Mr Woods suggestions regarding either staying in the field centre or going to their tents before all the boys had made up their minds to brave the rain and head for the fun that awaited them in privacy their tents. Thus for the next hour or so, they were either scrabbling for the toilet block or attending to leaking canvas as the rain continued to lash down. The combination of the cacophony of wind, rain and over-excited boys was that little could be heard of individual voices or noises from the tents. "A vest? If you want yeah, but I wanna put it on you." Richard looked at Robin, "First though, I'm gonna the tie the tent flap closed while that lot out there is still fucking about." "They'll go on and bloody on!" Robin tried to sound calm, his drooling cock though had other ideas lurching ever skyward at the thought of what was to come, that was unless he couldn't stop himself cumming in the first place! "Some of 'em will be out there pissing about for bloody hours, so let's forget getting washed and all that rubbish and get in me bed!" The tent flap duly secured, Richard crawled back avoiding the puddle on the floor towards Robin who was sat on the edge of the bed. Reaching across him, Richard delved into his bag and pulled out a clean ribbed vest to match the Y-fronts that he knew Robin was wearing. "It's like playing doctors and nurses again!" breathed Robin. It was incredibly erotic starting to be undressed by Richard, who purposely kept pressing himself onto Robin and pushing him ever closer to ejaculation. "Now raise yer hands there's a good boy, so I can get your vest on!" With trembling hands Richard started to tug at blue top that Robin was wearing, eventually freeing it from the grip of his jeans and pulling it over his head and arms. Robin's white body took on slightly yellow colour from the failing torch, he flinched when Richard rubbed the palm of his hand over each nipple inturn. Finally reaching down to run his hands around the waistband of the ill fitting Y-fronts which were easily three inches above the top of his jeans. Slowly the vest was put over Robin's head and outstretched arms to be teased slowly down to cover his chest, the hem tucked into the blue striped elastic bearing the Y-front trademark that every almost schoolboy in the land knew. "Now I want to do the same to you," said Robin, "sit here and I'll kneel in front." They swopped places with Richard sitting and Robin, his white arms protruding from the vest kneeled in front as he set to slowly unbuttoning Richard's shirt to reveal the rather tight matching vest. "Wot now?" Richard gave a short, but embarrassed laugh on seeing his ample figure in the vest, his skin even paler than Robins. "You lie down on me bed and I'll take yer jeans off." "You know I can't, I can't help making it.." nervously Richard looked up, knowing his astronomic precum production was already in full swing. "You won't laugh cause me jeans is all wet again?" "Don't be fuckin' stupid, course I won't." Robin smiled. "And, I ain't joking `cause I'm really fuckin' jealous, see normally I lucky if I make a few drops and you makes gallons!" "Sorry, I know you don't. Didn't mean it like that, it's just so fuckin' embarrassing, especially now me mums always dropping hints as well." replied Richard. "And, so wot d'you say you're gonna be doing now then?" "Uumm.. `spose I'd better take mine off after.." at this point Robin flushed and paused, "and, and then we get in bed?" As Robin groped around trying to open the fly of Richard's his jeans yet again wet and slimy, poor Richard's feelings hurtled between embarrassment and arousal. Robin tugged on the legs and pulled them down low enough to reveal his own C&A briefs, too small and looking as though they were stitched on Richard's more than ample figure. It was then that he realised why Richard was so sensitive on the subject, since even the double layer of cotton around the fly was totally translucent to the point that even in the dim light the pubic hairs surrounding central mound were easily discernible. With Richard's jeans now put to one side, Robin decided to make no any further comment, he stood back and gyrated in a mock striptease to unzip and remove his own jeans. "Fuck!" exclaimed Richard sitting up and leaning closer. "You look so fuckin' cute in me vest and pants!" "I do?" Robin grinned and looked down at himself before adding. "Rich, if we don't do something in a minute I'm just gonna cum in yer pants, I can't hold out. Honest!" The spunk stained briefs were too big, stretched by play they hung on his slim figure, the vest tucked into the waistband of the briefs. Menacingly thrusting itself out of the right hand leg opening Robin's cock was literally throbbing, a blob of precum hanging from the end. "Don't fuckin' cum yet, try and save it." Richard rubbed the lump in his sodden briefs, savouring the sight of Robin wearing the matching vest and briefs. "Can I, can I do something to you?" asked Robin hesitantly. "Do wot you bloody want." Richard's voice was hoarse. "Just do wot you wanna do." Robin didn't reply, his heart was now beating rapidly and he moved to the side of the bed. With some difficulty due to the wobbliness of the airbed and the confines of the tent managed to swing himself above Richard so that he was kneeling with his legs either side of his head. "Wot, wot you doing?" gasped Richard looking up to the underside of his own stained underpants handing only inches above his face. "Sssshhh..." Slowly Robin lowered himself so he was now on all fours, his hands each side of Richard's white legs and his face directly above the straining translucent briefs. "Just reach up and wank me in me pants!" croaked Robin excitedly, his voice barely audible. A second later he gently lowered himself onto the tight, cum soaked briefs below, Richard immediately groaning in delight as he felt the hot breath and the lips trying to locate the end of his foreskin to devour the endless supply of precum. Staring at the wet, drooping Y-fronts literally above his face pushed a hand through the gaping leg opening and grabbed at where he though Robin's cock would be. It was and it was hot, very hard and extremely slimy. Almost immediately it lurched to his touch, and began to spew string after string of gloriously hot, spunk over Richard's hand. To Robin it seemed to be the unending climax of his life, draining all strength from his body so that he collapsed on top of Richard, his face buried deep between his legs in the wet briefs. Feeling somewhat squashed and breathing through the folds of Robin's semen impregnated briefs Richard, his hand absolutely covered in hot spunk had one more fantasy to carry out. Slowly releasing his slippery grip on Robin's cock, he moved his arm so that he could slide his hand up Robin's crack and force a cummy finger in Robin's bum hole. The muffled exclamation of surprise soon turned into moans of sheer pleasure once Richard began a prostate massage the intensity of which Robin never dreamed existed. Amazingly, amongst the class there were two pairs of boys who didn't have overt sexual designs on each other, they having other more adult pleasures in mind. That was not to say they were not interested, but merely very coy about their sex lives. First, the outwardly and staunchly heterosexual pair of a very outgoing, but skinny Steve and a rather conservative Dan. Whilst once bravely admitting to each other that they masturbated, they had never seen each others equipment other than by a crafty glance in the changing room. The truth was that for all the talk and bravado when lusting over illicit girlie magazines, which incidentally Steve stole from his elder brother Adam who regularly splattered them with spunk, there was one major problem. Neither had actually ever asked a girl out, in fact neither even knew a girl they could ask out and if they ever did get that far, it would be a frighteningly giant step into a brave new world. Nevertheless they were both firmly convinced that they would lose their virginity in the near future, regardless of the catch twenty-two situation in plucking up the courage to first seek and then ask such a real live girl out in the first place! All of which boiled down to the basic fact they usually both masturbated night and morning like most of their other classmates. They had though, yet to devise some incredibly silent method of hand relief for being tucked up in bed for the next three nights without the other knowing what was happening in the bed only a couple of feet away in the tent! Only having agreed to share the tent on the spur of the moment the pairing of John with a rather plump Edward, seemed on the face of it an unlikely match. They too had now realised that once settled in the tent the awful truth that they were dreadfully timid about entering into mutual masturbation. Any thought to exist without daily hand relief would be unthinkable, hence to avoid any embarrassment the unspoken dreaded `M' word, masturbation had not been mentioned by any of them. Prior to setting off for the camp they had agreed with Steve and Dan that they would each bring something in the way of a more adult nature to while away the long evenings. The idea was to get together in the tent which John had provided, since it was bigger and would offer them more room to sit around. Unlike Art and his randy friends, despite all the heterosexual bluster none of the four boys had in any way, shape or form even considered mentioning anything of such a personal sexual nature as masturbation at all. As they were to later find out, only time and an excess of uncle Stan's powerful elixir coupled with a stifled teenage libido would tell! "Oi, can we come in, it's bloody wet out here?" Steve's head poked through the tent flap. "Yeah, come on then, we've been waiting for you." said John, his torch glinting on Steve's soaking wet hair. "Raining then is it?" asked Edward grinning. "Piss off!" Looking distinctly wet and bedraggled in the torchlight Steve and Dan quickly crawled in through the opening and looked around. "Gert big, nice tent innit?" said Dan. "Our's leaks a bit don't it?" "Just a fuckin' bit." agreed Steve, since the leak was on his side. "Where we sitting?" "I think me dad got this cheap somewhere." said John proudly. "He always gets things cheap." "You two can sit on me bed over there as you don't get it wet." said Edward, already sat next to John, he pointed to the airbed on the opposite side of the tent. "That's fuckin' decent of you, lucky it's only me hair that's wet then and not me ass innit?" "Yeah." Edward waved two fingers and grinned. "Didn't want you wetting me fuckin' bed do I?" "Cheeky cunt!" "Never mind all that, d'you get it then?" asked Dan expectantly looking around. "Course I bloody did." John grinned, reached behind to the far corner of the tent and with some difficulty dragged a heavy rucksack into the middle of the floor between them. "It's a good job me uncle Stan's got a farm, he makes gallons of this stuff, so it won't be missed. But I had some trouble getting it back home and hiding it. Bloody heavy to get it here, wunnit Ed?" "Gert fuckin' heavy." Edward nodded. "Yeah, too bloody heavy, lugging it all about." "I ain't never drunk this stuff before." said Steve. "Let's have a look then, get it out." With great ceremony John opened the rucksack and slowly pulled out three large flagons of genuine cider farmhouse cider which he arranged with some precision on the floor. "We managed to carry all three of 'em." "Only just. Fuckin' heavy!" reiterated Edward. "And," Dan delved into his wet coat, "I nicked some paper cups from the field centre when we had tea earlier." "Good." "I gotta special surprise as well." said Steve grinning. "Wot's that then?" asked Edward. "Wait and see!" "Fuck you too!!" "Hey, forget that for a minute. So John, so is this the real strong stuff then?" asked Dan peering at the murky content of the bottle. "D'you think it's stronger than beer, I had nearly a half a pint once." "Dunno, don't think it's that strong. Uncle Stan just makes gert gallons of it, has done for years. I ain't never been allowed to drink it mind, but me dad looks very happy when he does!" John smiled. "So it's gotta be good, I reckons." Unfortunately, as the boys would shortly find out much to their cost John was woefully innocent of the fact uncle Stan's home made cider was the real thing. Very much the real thing. It was at least one hundred and forty three percent proof, should have carried a health warning and additionally, in a national emergency could be used as Grade A rocket fuel. "Hey, here's the first surprise for you! Look wot I pinched from me grandad, it ain't full but there's enough," Steve rummaged in his coat pocket to produce a somewhat damp and crushed packet of twenty Capstan Full Strength, "he was in the navy and said it was wot real sailors smoked." "Cor, I've only ever had Woodbines." Edward looked longingly at the packet. "Well bloody give us one then." "Woodies, that's all I ever get as well, cheap though and I get's me big brother to buy 'em for me." Steve, who obviously considered himself quite an experienced smoker. "See Dan, these is real proper fags, they ain't floor sweepings like wot Woodies is made of." "I pinched one of me mum's tipped fags last week." added John. "Only the third fag I've ever had." "Oh." Dan looked somewhat circumspect. "I ain't never tried smoking." "Cor, Dan it's fuckin' great." replied Edward, sounding like an inveterate smoker, "You wait, yer head all whizzes round on the first puff!" "Oh, does it!" Dan didn't sound over impressed and wasn't sure he wanted his head whizzing around anyway. "Well fuckin' hand 'em round then!" said Edward who still hadn't taken his eyes off the packet. "Right, just fuckin' hold on!" Steve pushed the packet open and offered it around, Dan was still unsure if he wanted to try smoking at all and looked at it nervously before slowly taking out a slightly curved cigarette. "Yer, now don't light up yet," said John laying out the paper cups in a line on the groundsheet and then picking up the first bottle. "we'll light up our fags with a drink of some of this stuff. Right, gab a cupful." "Fuckin' hell, it's got things in it!" exclaimed Edward peering into the cloudy depths of his cup and poking the odd bits of apple and other detritus about with a dirty fingernail. "Is this alright?" "Yeah! Fuckin' luvly!" replied Steve having immediately swigged down the first half of his cup. "Now let's light up." Dan having nowhere an adventurous a personality as Steve, looked warily between the golden liquid with the nasty bits in it and the bent cigarette. Somehow, he had an awful premonition that the evening, if not the rest of the trip was going to be one to remember. "I got 'em on Nige, still reckon it's a good idea?" asked Art excitedly. "Yeah, they'll keep any stuff off yer bed and that won't they?" "Stuff? Wot's mean? Oh I `spose so." Art was lying on his bed with his back to the centre of the tent, without his jeans and just wearing the Y-fronts which Nigel had brought for him with the hole in the seat. "Well fuckin' think about it, you can't go home with yer fuckin' blanket all covered in sticky spunky stuff can you! You knows yer mum will fuckin' kill you again won't she!" Nigel sighed. "This way see Art, if yer ass leaks and that, at least it's in these old pants innit?" "I `spose yer right. How many times has she killed me now?" ysked Art without really thinking, then he smiled, it was one of those smiles. "So You gonna get yer jeans off and come over here with me then?" "Just fuckin' hang on. Now, d'you want the torch on or off?" Nigel blinked. What was it about Art and that smile, it demolished him inside. "Off, but I wanna see you take 'em off. You got a hard on already, I have?" "Of course I fuckin' have you silly cunt!" Nigel grinned and dropped his jeans, the wet spot on front of his baggy Y-fronts immediately confirming there was indeed something of fairly large proportions inside wanting to escape. "You gotta keep them pants on." said Art, adding "D'you think it'll hurt? Be honest?" "I dunno, if it do then I'll stop and we'll have to think of something else." Nigel threw his jeans onto the other bed. "You got that Vaseline stuff handy, we don't wanna go looking for that in the fuckin' dark now do us?" "Yeah, right here. Just fuckin' hurry up and don't make no noise or I'll just cum in me pants. I can't bloody hold on much longer." Art's voice was down to a whisper. "First, I want's you to hold me tight." "Yeah, I'll hold you." replied Nigel moving to the edge of the bed and switching off the torch. Art didn't reply, he was so happy. Blinking back the tears it was the moment they had talked about for so long. "Awwwwhhh Art... you got a nice gert soft ass!" whispered Nigel having managed to balance on the narrow bed beside him and rather tentatively put an arm around his shoulder pulling them tightly together. "Nige, just hold me." it sounded as though Art's voice were going to crack. "I wanna feel yer cock on me back!" "I'll hold you all bloody night if you wants. I ain't doing nothing unless you wants me to, so you say when yer ready, right?" even Nigel was now sounding a little emotional, he craned his head forward and kissed the back of Art's neck. "Oh fuck!" said Art very quietly, barely audible above the wind and the rain. Nigel's arms wrapped themselves around Art pulled them together so tightly his throbbing erection was squashed well between Art's buttocks. "Wot you doing? You ain't crying is you?" whispered Nigel starting to rhythmically squeeze them together. "Wot's up?" "Nothing, just fuckin' shut up and," Art sniffed, the tears were for happiness, "and get on with it before I cums, wot about putting that stuff up me bum first then?" "There ain't much room here, the bleeding bed's too narrow innit?" replied Nigel, feeling in very much as though he were in danger of falling off onto the ground. "Hey, wot about you getting on all fours and I'll kneel behind you and do it that way." With much whispering and giggling it took a couple of minutes before Art found himself on hands and knees balanced on the rather wobbly air bed with a very excited Nigel kneeling directly behind him. "D'you want the torch on?" "No, be alright." in the darkness Nigel grinned. "But hang on a minute. I knows you Arthur fuckin' skidmarks Weldon, when d'you last have a fuckin' bath?" "Last night." "When d'you last have a shit?" "Oh," even in the dark Art thought his flushed face could be seen, once again his incomparable reputation for lack of personal hygiene having preceded him, "uumm, big one this morning." "Alright, but just promise me you've wiped yer ass properly and I ain't gonna get a foreskin full of shit!" "Honest, Nige no, I wouldn't do that to you, I'd tell you if... well you know, honest." Art's face glowed in the dark. "I'd better fuckin' not then! Right, I'll put some stuff up yer bum through the hole in yer pants. Ready?" Nigel dug a finger deep into the pot of Vaseline and offered it in the general direction of Art's posterior, doing his best in the darkness to negotiate the torn entry into the Y-fronts. "Ooohhhhh that's cold!" squeaked Art as Nigel began to attempt to massage the huge blob of Vaseline all around his sphincter. "Oh fuck, it's luvly... fuck, be careful I don't cum!" "Sod you! I gotta be bleeding careful I don't cum neither!" hissed Nigel, his own cock now poking out from the side of his briefs. "It's bloody hard stuff to spread where you wants it!" "Wot's mean?" "Well it might be slippery, but it's bloody hard to rub where you wants it and it sticks to everything don't it? "Do it? Oh." "Anyway I reckon I got some in yer hole so, well, d'you think yer ready for it if I wiggles me finger about a bit first?" "Think so." Art took a deep breath, it was the moment he had been waiting for, "be gentle Nige won't you?" "Course I fuckin' will, now don't forget to push yer ass like you're gonna have a crap `cause it makes it easier when I'm pushing in." "How did we find that out?" asked Art absent mindedly. "Playing with yer fuckin' skipping rope handle wunnit?" "Oh fuck yeah, I'd forgotten." in the dark Art smiled to himself. "Works for carrots as well don't it?" "You fuckin' know that as well as I do!" Nigel laughed. The lubrication process was undoubtedly far messier than either had ever thought. Neither having realised that when cold Vaseline had the consistency and sticking power of thick grease so by the time Nigel had worked two fingers into a moaning Art they and everything around them was absolutely plastered in it. "Third finger, now," grunted Nigel, pulling his gooey foreskin back with his other hand, "then I'm gonna try me cock." "Ooooohhh fuck!" hissed Art, his bumhole being forced wider by the various fingers which continued to give him a very firm prostate massage. "I'm, I'm.. oh...fuck... I'm, I'm cuummiiinnnggggg! Fuck me Nige! Now! Fuck me, please!" With that Nigel reached around Art to push a very greasy hand inside the briefs to begin pulling on the swollen head of his cock which immediately began spewing endless amounts of spunk. Combined with the Vaseline it made a wonderful lubricant which Nigel smeared all around all Art's genitals as he ran his hand up and down the pulsing shaft. Understandably Nigel wasn't far off ejaculating himself. Kneeling up on his haunches as far as he could he tentatively pushed his cock through the tear in the briefs and began forcing it between the slippery buttocks. With the three fingers removed, Art's sphincter was now gaping wide offering Nigel the golden opportunity to push the bulbous head of his cock inside. Art was by now on another planet. There was no doubt his hole felt stretched, but thanks to the finger workout it wasn't painfully so. And, for all it's messy disadvantages, the Vaseline was doing it's job by allowing Nigel to slowly push himself deeper inside Art. By a continuous process of gently pushing and withdrawing Nigel slowly sank almost the entire length of his throbbing cock into the welcoming passage as Art moaned and groaned in pleasure. The operation was punctuated by the showering Art's neck with wet sloppy kisses whilst Nigel constantly ran his hands through Art's spunk filled briefs in the hope of bringing him to another climax. Finally, Nigel could hold on longer and began shudder as he began ejaculating inside Art, the sheer quantity of spunk exceeding any previous climax. The boys were locked together, Art emotionally drained and crying with happiness with Nigel's arms tightly wrapped around him. Nigel unwittingly making a series of lovebites around Art's neck as he continued to push into him. They managed to stay in position for a another few seconds before Art's body buckled and they both collapsed onto the bed where they lay motionless for several minutes. "Shit!" mumbled Art blinking in the darkness. "Was that real sex then?" "Fuckin' hell, yeah I think so!" replied Nigel slowly. "Fucking brilliant wunnit!" "Nige, can you get off, so I can breath?" "Oh fuck, me cocks still in you!" said Nigel. "Hang on, don't bloody move or you'll snap it off!" Carefully lifting himself off Art, he slowly withdrew with an audible plopping sound and balanced himself on the edge of the bed somewhat rather amazed that despite his gargantuan climax he was still very much erect and thickly coated in the slimy contents of Art's rear passage. "Me bum feels all funny, d'you think it's alright?" whispered Art. "Think so." Nigel grasped his slippery cock and began rubbing it as peered into the darkness. "Roll over to yer right will you?" "Like that?" replied Art making what sounded like a huge effort. "Oh shit, I'm up against the tent now." "Well sod the tent, I wanna get up against you!" Nigel laughed. "Now, move yer ass this way a bit then and stop arguing!" "Why?" replied Art pushing himself to the middle of the bed. "Because, I want's to kneel astride you and I'm gonna push me cock inside yer pants and we're gonna cum again," he paused and took a deep breath, "Art, I wants you. I want's you again!" There was no stopping Nigel now. With legs astride Art he leant over and more by luck than judgement managed to plant a wet kiss on his lips, Art for his part put his arms around his neck and pulled him ever closer to maintain the embrace. Nigel meanwhile lowered himself on top of Art and pawed at the briefs in an effort to force his slimy cock inside to join the mix of Art's semen and Vaseline inside. With their hands freely roving and Art refusing to release the embrace they swopped tongues as Nigel began to hump himself against Art's erection. Despite having only climaxed minutes before it wasn't too long before Nigel again started to ejaculate, to be immediately followed by Art. Having little, if any energy left they again collapsed, this time in each others arms in an exhausted sleep. ############################################################### Chap 138 to follow