Date: Tue, 17 Mar 2009 02:12:26 -0700 (PDT) From: Ami Subject: Brief Encounters Chapter 14 + 15 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: amias05@yahoo.com ************************************************************************************ >>>>>>>>> Special treat!!! >>>>>>>>>Two chapters this week these are two are quite short and you dear reader (singular?) have been used to longer ones!! --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 14 - Another day, another pair of pants! "You alright this morning love?" "Yeah, I'm fine." replied Art slumping into his chair at the breakfast table, for once he was on time, "I needed that kip." "I'm sure you did dear, you looked exhausted last night," said his mother, "and I was thinking how nice it was of Nigel to come up and help you out with that horrible Peterson bloke! Believe me I am going to write to that school and tell them what I think!" "Ummm!" Art nearly choked on his corn flakes when he thought of Nigel `cumming up' behind him in the gym! The mention of cumming reminded him that he was not wearing the same revolting briefs for the third day, they were too disgusting even for him! In fact he was not wearing any! It felt rather strange and very, very sexy having his cock only hidden by his trousers and when he walked it jiggled about, a totally new sensation generally unknown to those brought up in briefs. Not only that, but through the thin material of his trouser pocket his cock felt alarmingly good. It was going to be a hard day. Simon, nosey as ever thought there must be something more in the comment, particularly with the use of the word `coming', he looked quizzically over at this brother. "Oh you poor boy, you nearly choked!" she said, "oh...and I nearly forgot.. you two have just got time to strip your beds and put the sheets in the machine for me before you rush off to school.. it'll save me doing it and I want to wash the sheets today." Art went pink. He knew he should have had that bedtime wank, the cummy evidence of the huge wet dream at about four in the morning was still there on his pyjamas and sheets! "Yeah, course.. Mum..." he muttered looking into the bowl. "Well, I'm finished here, so shall I do Art's when I do my bed?" asked Simon eagerly, getting up from his chair, his cock already twitching in his white pants! "That would be very helpful dear." replied his mother smiling. For the second time Art nearly choked on his cereal! Stuffing the last spoonful in his mouth he spluttered "No.. no .. I'm finished.... I'll do it right now!" and rushed out of the kitchen to catch Simon on the stairs, roughly pushing him out of the way. "You dirty little bugger I know what you're after!" "Yeah..." sneered Simon, "and I know what you want to hide from Mum! You been wanking again and I reckon it's all over the bed!" "Well don't you think I haven't heard your bed creaking either!" retorted Art, "You're just as bad... you're just as bad, a dirty little wanker aren't you. But can you cum yet then?" The boot was on the other foot. Simon went bright red. They both knew he couldn't cum, That stung! "Bloody knew it, I've heard your bed going! There ain't nothing about me that I can't say about you.. is there?" said Art angrily. Still red in the face Simon muttered "I'm sorry." "Fuckin' hope so." said Art, "I don't need this... not after yesterday... not at home... we're meant to be brothers for fucks sake." "Oh, I'm sorry." Simon said it again, he knew he shouldn't have done it He just didn't think. "Listen, Simon," said Art looking him in the face, "if ever you want know about wanking and that, all you got do is ask.There ain't no need to spy on me or treat me like we're at fuckin war. Is there?" Art wondered whether he should go further and ask about his missing underpants but he just wasn't sure if Simon would have done such a thing. On the other hand there was no doubt that Simon was now just as fixated with wanking as he was! Simon was genuinely contrite, "No. Sorry, oh Art.... I just wanted to see ummm ..." "For fucks sake will you stop saying sorry and come here!" said Art, he pushed him into his room, over to the bed where then ripped the covers back! Simon was shocked, he didn't know what to expect, but he certainly wasn't expecting the enormous damp patch, still clearly visible nor that very special smell of a fifteen year old boys dirty bed! Art concluded, "This is what you were trying to see then ?" "Uummmm .... yes.... ummm, oh shit! " Simon looked up at him, "Oh Art.... I'm sorry.. it was me cock driving me brain. I didn't think!" Art grabbed the sheets off the bed and held them right under Simon's nose, he could not but help to smell the cum, he backed away and screwed his face up. "You picked the fuckin' wrong morning to do this to me Simon, not after yesterday." Art said firmly, "Then, you really helped getting them shorts for me, don't spoil it, please." He looked at Simon, "And, as I just said. If you ever you want know anything about wanking all you gotta do is ask, shit... we'll even do it together if you want... right?" Simon sniffed, he'd blown that big time. Art was right, today of all days, he should have known better. And, all the time at the back of his mind was that guilty feeling of having stolen all Art's underpants. He couldn't own up to it now, he had to run with it. "Art... I am.." he sniffed again. "Yeah..., you fuckin' are aren't you !! Now come here, you fuckin' little twatt!" Art grabbed him and gave him a quick hug saying,, "That's for yesterday.... and this" he said giggling as he shoved the cummy sheets right into Simons face, "is for today you little wanker... just so you'll know what it smells like for when you can do it!" It was all a bit early for a display of brother love, Simon thought he'd get out before Art saw that his sniffs had progressed to moist eyes, he turned to go. "Hey!" said Art grinning as he poked him in the ass, "Now quick fuck off, sort yer own wanky bed out and let's not miss that fuckin' bus!" Simon smiled, the tear ran down his cheek, "Art, but I still don't understand why are you nice to me.. when I've been such a... a little shit?" Art cleared his throat, "Niether do I. Now just fuck off and get on with it, or we're gonna be really late." The bus rattled down the road and was still fifteen minutes from school. Upstairs, closeted together, Tom and Alex listened with bulging shorts and rapt attention to all David and Joe had to tell them of what they had overheard the previous day in the toilets between Art and Nigel. Tom squeezed his prick, "Gawd, I wish I been there listening with you Dave, that sounds real horny!" Joe nodded, "It was... and, I even thought about it last night in bed.." "Dirty bugger you," said Alex his eyes open wide, "did you ummmm errr..." "Errr... well yes, I did! Wouldn't you?" replied Joe, going a little red. The new found honesty about their sex life was all very well, but still was not that easy to own up to individually! Tom looked at Alex, "Yes I would! And, I `spose you being the one that can cum proper like, didn't touch it then?" It was Alex's turn now to look embarrassed and own up, "Ummm... yeah I did, I can't stop meself can I, now I can err cum!" Tom giggled, "Well I can't stop meself either and I can't cum, so I reckon we probably all did it! That right eh, Dave?" "Mmmmm..." said David coyly looking at the floor, knowing full well he had rubbed the head of his cock with the foreskin pulled right back until it was nearly sore! Deflecting further questions David added, "Here and do you know what else they said, you remember the bit about spanking Joe....?" "Oh yeah!" said Joe, "Seems that Nigel likes to get spanked!!" "Stupid fucker!" said Tom, "He must be bloody mad. Wot he likes being punished?" "Well, that's what it sounded like, wasn't it Dave?" said Joe. "That's right," replied David, "seems he would make a mess! Least that's what he said, wasn't it Joe?" "Mmm yeah that's right," said Joe, "Because Art said something about Nige making a bloody great mess!" said Joe. "Well," said Alex giggling and squeezing his shorts, "I could make a mess in me pants right now!" Tom always one to seize the opportunity said, "Go on then, I dare you. You do it yer pants right now!" David sat up in his seat, his cock now like a ramrod. The thought of somebody cumming in their briefs was a new idea and sounded like a major turn on for him, "Alex...would you?" he asked hopefully. Alex looked around, holding his tenting shorts, the next couple of rows of seats behind them were empty, "We only got a few minutes and I ain't doing it by meself... who else then ?" Tom, after considering it for all of three seconds said, "Alright...I will! Alex, you do it in yer pants so when you cum you don't squirt all over us and I'll get mine out and rub it so you can watch. Is that fair?" "Done!" said Alex, he leaned back in the seat so his bulging shorts were very much on display and put his hands in both pockets and very obviously started to rub his cock through his trouser pockets. Tom, also leaned back and unzipped his shorts, displaying his white briefs. Reaching in through the fly he pulled out his rock hard cock and started to rub it in the only way he knew, with the classic `O' made between forefinger and thumb. David, always the shyest one of the group, put his hands deep into his shorts pockets and feeling beneath the elasticated leg opening of his blue briefs he commenced to slip the foreskin back and allow the head to escape. Joe, on the hand found the whole thing just too much and simply joined Tom in undoing his shorts, pulling the waistband of his pants under his little ballsac and rubbing his cock in the open like crazy. "Hey..." Tom, nudged Alex, "get yer shorts open... you can still cum in yer pants but lets have look.. please..." "Sure..." said Alex as he unzipped his shorts to expose his white pants, "Oh fuck.. I need this!" he said as he pulled his swollen four inches out of the piss slit, "I'll put it back in to cum... all right Tom?" "Who cares!" said Tom excitedly, from the look on his face he was not far away. Anyway Tom had concluded that the boys that could not physically cum were always quicker to climax and indeed able to come repeatedly. The bus rumbled on, Joe looked around, nobody seemed to be taking any notice and anyway there were always the school bags to throw on top to disguise matters if they were caught. Clenching his legs together and closing his eyes Joe breathed, "I'm cumming" his little body went rigid in the seat, he stopped rubbing for few seconds then resumed frantically before finally stopping, looking quite exhausted. With the advent of the combined interest of underwear and masturbation being discussed so openly by the boys, Tom had been losing his inhibitions. He seemed to have developed into something of a junior exhibitionist who needed little excuse to have his shorts and pants pulled down, his skinny four inches on display and his hand a blur! On this occasion however it was David, the quiet one who suddenly squeaked, crossed his legs, shivered in his seat and beat Tom to it. "You dirty little bugger! Why didn't you let us see it!" said Tom in between stokes, "Shit... I'm cumming too..." "Next time, I promise!" David winked and squeezed his crutch, he said "Can I?" and made a grab for Tom's cock. The extra hand touching it was all that was needed to trigger him into a dry climax. And the sight of that was all that Alex also needed to ejaculate proper, "And.. mmee ..!" The boys all leant forward to watch the miracle of nature as the sperm issued forth. Alex, of course, had been wanking away with his cock sticking out of the pee slit and did not have the time to get it back inside his pants so the boys saw him actually cumming for the first time! Not that there was that much to see as really all Alex's cock did was to quiver and dribble out a few blobs of some rather watery looking liquid which was quickly absorbed by his briefs. Nevertheless, Alex was so pleased at being able to cum in front of his mates and impress them with his prowess! Although of course in reality the boys had nothing to compare it with anyway, so in their eyes Alex was the boy who could cum proper! "Can I touch it Alex, and see what it's like.. this cum stuff?" asked Joe hesitantly. "Yeah, course, d'you want to?" he indicated to Tom and David. "Mmmm.. please!" they both said. All three were soon rubbing what little there was of the strange stuff between their fingers. "Funny stuff," said Tom, "sort of sticky... you tasted it Alex?" "No!" said Alex sounding horrified as though it were poison. Joe sniffed it, "Well, I'm gonna taste it Alex!" he said bravely putting the finger with the microscopic blob to his mouth. They all looked, "And...?" asked David excitedly. "Nothing, tastes like nothing! Well maybe salty water, that's all." said Joe, sounding quite disappointed! "Well if you ain't dead yet then!" said Alex scraping a tiny smear onto his finger. He licked it gingerly with the end of his tongue. "Mmmm nice!" With a cue like that David and Tom were soon licking their fingers as well, leaving virtually nothing to stain Alex's briefs at all. "I can't wait to taste my own!" said Tom as he pulled his pants back up, squashing his droopy cock under the elastic "you can all have a lick then if you want!" "Ooh yeah!!" said David. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 15 - No hard feelings Nigel finally caught up with Art in the morning break, he still wasn't entirely sure what sort of reception he would get after the previous afternoon so he was understandably a little nervous. Art smiled when he saw him coming up, "You all right Nige?" "I think so, but it's you that worried me..." said Nigel, "you looked absolutely fucked when I left you yesterday and, well ...." "I know, that bastard Peterson really had it in for me and now me Mum has got it in for him," he grinned, "she'll have him !" "Bloody right, he deserves everything he gets and my Dad is gonna write in as well, wonder if we could get him, sacked?" "Hope so," Art looked at Nigel, "here... you know when you ummm put your cock up my ass ..." "Yeah," said Nigel a little worried, "I didn't mean to do it Art, it really was a joke and... I just got sort of carried away and then.. oh shit.. I couldn't stop.. honestly, I didn't mean to let it go that far." Art grinned, "I know, don't worry. I know you and well you are a dirty fucker! But, it was at the wrong place and the wrong time and so I got a bit mad 'cause of being found like it by Peterson... nothin' has changed." "Oh, what?" Nigel was confused. "I'm lost!" "Wot I mean...I'm try to say is," said Art plucking up the courage, "is, I was thinking about it all last night. Well, wot I `spose I mean is that any other time I would have enjoyed it..." Nigel's eyes lit up, "You would? Really!" he asked in amazement. "Yeah! And `spose we were to do it..." Art lowered his voice to a whisper, "while wearing our pants, you know just sort of pulling 'em around!" Nigel's tight trousers were now bulging ominously, his hand made for the pocket. Art noticed, he winked. "Happy then Nige," he said nodding at the bulging trousers, "we gotta do it, haven't we?" "You just don't know how happy." said Nigel. Friendship had prevailed, "I really fuckin' am! I been dreaming about doing it for weeks, but l thought you'd think I was a bit queer or something!" "Me, you queer!" Art laughed. Confused, yes. Queer, he didn't know! He looked down again at Nigels bulgr, "Hey! What are those trousers then? They ain't the dirty ones you had on yesterday, cor they look a bit tight round yer bits!?" Nigel looked at the floor, "Umm well, you know I said my Mum would kill me over the fuckin' mess my uniform was in if she saw it." "Yesss..." said Art slowly. He started grinning, wondering whatever was coming next. "Well, uumm I tried to get in without her seeing me, but she saw me in the hall trying to sneak upstairs and asked why I was creeping about." Nigel was not sounding like a very happy bunny, "And errr, well when she saw what a state I was in she like went fuckin' ape shit, tell you I ain't seen her so mad for years!" He stopped and pulled a face, "It was bad. She was fuckin' hoppin mad saying she didn't have money to throw away on clothes if I was going to treat 'em like that. Well it just got worse and worse and all in front me ten year brother Davie as well... he's a little shit!" "Go on, hurry up!" said Art excitedly, stroking the rim of the mushroom that was growing in his trousers, doing it through just the thin material of the pocket without any pants on was so good. Oh, so very good! "And..." by now Nigel had slowed up! Art guessed there must something dreadful to relate! There was. Well for Nigel anyway. "And... Mum kept banging on and fuckin' banging on that she couldn't afford to waste money on me clothes if that's how I was gonna treat things `cause those trousers were pretty new, so..." "Fuckin' tell me!" said Art impatiently trying not to start laughing. "She was shouting at me and got madder and madder... and then..." Nigel was obviously feeling the strain of it! Especially after the previous days events in the gym, "So, she said they needed washing. But, right then and there! She was so mad and she told me to take `em off right then so she could wash em!" "Oh fuck!" Art was giggling. "It wasn't funny Art." Nigel was being deadly serious."Take 'em off right there...fuckin' hell!" "Sorry mate." said Art trying without much success to contain his giggling. "So she said that if I didn't take `em off then...." "Well, what?" asked Art quickly. "Well..." Nigel was obviously getting very flustered and embarrassed. He was going red at the thought of it. Whatever it was. "Fuck, Nige!" said Art, "Look at you, I aint' never seen you embarrassed before... what the fuck... was it?" Nigel cut him off, "Well she said... she said that if I didn't take off them then she would undress me and take `em off for me... right there in the fuckin' hallway!" "Fuckin' hell !!!" Art was really staggered, "You reckon she would?" "She was so fuckin' mad that she fuckin well did!" Art was staggered, "You mean..." "Yer!!! She said she didn't care how old I was 'cause she take 'em off me!" Nigel paused, "Then she came right over and started pulling me at clothes shouting about washing 'em right now!" For once Art was stuck for words, he stood there open mouthed. So I shouts "No! No! I'll do it and rushed over to corner and pulled 'em off so quick and threw at her!" "You making this up?" Art couldn't believe it. "No I'm fuckin' well not!" Nigel was genuinely quite upset, "And that little fuckin' toe-rag of me little fuckin' brother was there giggling and pointing at me all the fuckin' time!" "Shit!!" said Art, "Worse than doing a Peterson eh?" "Yeah, fuckin' worse I reckon!" said Nigel still red, "So what could I do? It was fuckin' awful, they both watched me standing there!" "Oh fuck!" said Art again, "I didn't mean to laugh.". "Yer, shit. Think about it. Can you imagine getting all undressed in front of your Mum and little brother?" "No... shit no!" said Art horrified at the thought of it. "So there I was, she made me stand there for five minutes or so in me blazer, me shitty shirt and me spunky pants! You could smell `em! While she went on and on about fuckin' washing `em. That little bugger Davey was just giggling and pointing to all the stains on me pants!!" "I'd get a stiffy after a while!" said Art. "You fuckin' got one now... look!" said Nigel looking at the tent, "I'll tell you, there ain't much worse than being made to stand there in your dirty pants if you got a hard on and you're being bollocked!" "Shit, I `spose not!" said Art looking down. It just dawned on him that his cock was so prominent because he had no pants on! He thought he'd tell Nigel later about that when they had more time. "And that little sod, Davey. D'you know what he said?" Art shook his head. How he wished he'd been a fly on the wall!!! "The little bastard pointed and said, 'Hey Mum! Nige's pants is getting bigger!!!!!' I tell you I just wanted to fuckin' die!" Art was giggling, "Oh no.... shit!" "I'm sure she had a good look! It was obvious! Then she said I had to wear these old trousers, till she managed to get the others clean." Nigel grinned, "And, I mean... me Mum looking at me cummy pants and me half hard cock... oh fuck she must now know I wank!" Art looked in horror at the very thought of it. Every fifteen year old boys idea of hell. He though for a second then giggled. "You don't think with the trail of cum you leave everywhere that she might have guessed that before?" "Fuck off!" said Nigel and then started giggling himself, "Well I 'spose she does wash the sheets and me pyjamas!, so if she don't know by now! "Yer, I'm sure my mum knows as well" said Art voicing the very obvious. "But you can't stop it some nights, can you?" "No! Anyway," Nigel continued, "then, when me dad comes home from work Mum tells him and he starts telling me off and.. and.." "And what?" asked Art, "And what?" "While he's fuckin' going on and on that little bugger Davey also shouts out that I was made to stand there in me pants and that they got bigger!" Art was really laughing by now, "Was that it, then?" "Was that it?? Fuckin' enough isn't it?," said Nigel laughing himself now, "Well sort of, except when Davey said that, well even dad looked a bit embarrassed. Then he suddenly grinned and winked at me. That was the fuckin' end 'cause then I went bright red and mum noticed asked if I going to be ill or something!" Nigel tried to look seriously at Art, but couldn't keep a straight face and was soon reduced to giggling as well. The last 24 hours were in retrospect just quite ridiculous. The lesson bell rang, "I'll see you in the science bog dinner time?" asked Nigel hopefully. "Yeah, but don't go wanking again, please!" said Art still laughing, "Or if you do and you make a fuckin' mess you can clean it up yerself this time!" "Mmmm.." replied Nigel, "but I want to talk to you anyway, I'll see you then." Meanwhile another group of boys were also deep in conference. Not to say scheming. David and Joe had brought Simon up to date on all they had heard in the toilet.In turn Simon had just related what his brother Art had told him about Mr Peterson's amazing gym class, plus the fact that lots of parents were writing to complain. After his rather emotional talks with Art, Simon was a bit confused himself now. On the one hand it seemed that Art and Nigel needed to be taught a lesson for stealing other boys underwear but, on the other hand, Art was his brother and well, he loved him and quite obviously Art felt the same way. Simon was worried that he had started his friends off and that now they would not want to drop the matter until both Art and Nigel had been suitably chastened. He decided that he might as well be honest and tell them to lay off Art a bit, with that in mind, he had purposely not told them of the mornings events with the cummy sheets. "So," said Simon, "That's about it. You know as much about the Peterson thing as I do." "Wonder if all the parents will write in?" said Joe hopefully, " We could get a new gym teacher!" "That would be bloody magic," said David, "Oh I hope so, I hate that bloke!" "You ain't the only one, he's a right bastard." said Tom with some feeling. "Anyway," concluded Simon, "so Art went off to school happy this morning, `cause Mum didn't moan at him nor nothin'." "Hey but, after all that," said Tom thinking, "we know he ain't got any clean pants left so what was he wearing then!" "Same dirty one's I `spose. I ain't thought about that, unless he ain't wearing any!" said Simon his face breaking into a grin. That had never occurred to the boys as an option at all! David was amazed, "What, but that would be.. like ummm a bit dirty.. wouldn't it?" "Wot... you mean skid marks and that!" said Alex, maybe just a little too quickly. "Ummm... you a skidmark expert then Alex?" said Joe. He winked and looked across the table to Alex, who had now gone a little pink. The boys were slowly getting used to mentioning wanking, anal cleanliness was still more than a little taboo! "Well I ain't never swapping pants with you then Alex!" said Simon giggling. Tom came to Alex's rescue, "I `spose all the pee drips would show on his trousers as well then. How do we know if he ain't wearin' any?" David quickly said, "Do you want me and Joe to go hide in the bog again and spy?" "Well, yeah." said Tom, "I reckon there's a good chance they'll be there today, `cause they didn't have much time to talk yesterday after all that gym business, did they?" Joe agreed to go with David, although it didn't take lot of persuading! Simon thought he would probably join up with Alex and Tom to help them try and finish sorting the lost property room, the thought of rummaging through other boys old clothes turned both him and his ever ready little cock right on! --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 16 next