Date: Wed, 07 May 2014 17:20:04 +0100 From: tom Subject: Brief encounters Chap 143 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 ############################################################################ >>>>>>>>>>> Enjoy it's finally coming to an end ! ############################################################################ Chapter 143 – "Most boys do don't they?" Also in their tent, forced to listen to the rain beating down and rhythmic dripping from the various leaking seams were Steve and Dan. Confined to bed, they had had the most miserable, boring day having to cope with splitting headaches and the occasional bout of nausea, not to mention having to put up with the fetid smell within the tent. "It's only fuckin' four o'fuckin' clock!" groaned Dan staring at his watch. "I feels fuckin' awful and we don't leave till Thursday morning, I just wanna fuckin' go home." "Stop fuckin' moaning! At least you ain't had to keep going out for a fuckin' shit as well as feeling like you wants to throw up have you!" replied Steve, shielding his eyes from the dim light. "You know you stinks of that fuckin' Izal bog paper!" replied Dan mischievously. "Will you fuckin' shut up about it!" Steve's nose twitched, knowing the campsite had the same awful toilet paper as the school. "Anyways, last night it was you that was fuckin' sick first, if you ain't fuckin' spewed up first we'd have all been alright." "Don't be a cunt!" exclaimed Dan with as much energy as he could muster. "You lot was so fuckin' pissed you was gonna fuckin' throw up anyway!" "Nah, we fuckin' wasn't." Steve held his head, it felt as though it had fallen off and been wrongly reinstated, "Oh fuck it, who cares. I can't fuckin' argue any more `cause me fuckin' head hurts too much." "Well I don't know who's fuckin' fault it was and I don't fuckin' care." continued Dan, his own headache now seemingly getting worse not better. "Who's fuckin' stupid idea was it and piss over each other then?" "Fuck knows!" Despite his extremely fragile state, Steve having been in bed all day had an erection that would not subside and thought he'd try to move matters on sexually, something he had been hinting at with Dan for some time, although as yet Dan had refused to be drawn. "Course, you knows we all saw yer willy when it was hard!" said Steve fondling his cock as he spoke. "Ah, fuck off!" "We fuckin' did. And, it's got a gert red knob end, I think you rubs it a lot!" Steve was making it up in an effort to get a response. "Fuck off! Course I don't." Dan blushed in the gloom, nevertheless it was an excuse to slip one hand deep into the sleeping bag and check on matters. "Hey Dan, now no fuckin' bullshit," Steve wasn't going to let the matter rest, "it's only the two of us and we're fuckin' mates so go on and tell us, with the end as red as that how often d'you have a wank then?" "Fuck off." Dan knew things were gradually beginning to develop inside his sleeping bag and despite his apparent reticence was getting quite aroused. "Every boy does it don't he?" "Well who said I fuckin' do?" retorted Dan, although hoping subconsciously to prolong the conversation. "If you're saying I do, then I bets you do as well!" "Maybe." "Well, how often d'you do it then?" "Probably the same as you." replied Steve quite honestly. "But, but I.. I..." it was hopeless to lie and Dan knew it, besides was it possible there a fifteen year old boy in the world who didn't masturbate at some time? "Well," Steve swallowed hard and plucked up all his courage, "I'm gonna do it now!" "You fuckin' wot?" Dan's erection was now becoming very erect. In fact, just like it had on and off throughout the day when listening to the rustling noises coming from Steve's sleeping bag. The fact that he was just wearing his last clean pair of St Michael briefs since his pyjamas were wet from one of the many tent leaks only added to the his perceived excitement. "Shall we do it together then?" asked Steve rather hesitantly, had he known it Dan's erection was now easily as hard as his. "Uumm.." Dan knew he had lost the battle, but had wanted to loose. The sound of the zip of Steve's sleeping bag being slowly drawn down filled the air. "We don't have touch each other, we'll just unzip our beds, look over and do it where we is." "You won't laugh a me cock will you?" asked Dan, knowing from furtive inspections in the changing rooms that he wasn't endowed with the most impressive organ in the class. "Only if you won't laugh at mine!" Steve giggled as he pulled his stick-like boyhood out from the stained fly of his pyjama trousers. "I hope doing this don't make me head any fuckin' worse!" "Might make it better." replied Dan peering over in the gloom hoping to catch sight of Steve's below average offering. "When d'you last do it then?" Now the subject, like their cocks was in the open Dan was at last going to find out if he was alone in his mandatory masturbation routine. Steve paused. "Yesterday morning." "Where?" "Me mum made me have a bath before I left." admitted Steve rather naively, only to realise he had just embarrassed himself at not only admitting to masturbating, but that it was his mother that had made him have the bath. "Wot about you then?" "Does yer mum always tell you when to have a bath then?" Dan was feeling a little better already. "Do she come in and wash you then?" "Fuck off! No she fuckin' don't!" snapped Steve. "Oh shit, me fuckin' head hurts!" "Sorry, didn't mean it either. Think I'd fuckin' die if mum came in and caught me wanking in the bath!" "It's alright, just I feel so fuckin' awful." Steve looked across to see the silhouette of Dan's equally not over large organ being stroked. "So when d'you last do it?" "Yesterday morning in bed, when I woke up." unseen Dan flushed. "Steve, you really gonna cum? D'you make much stuff?" "Gonna try." Steve continued to watch the silhouette as he rubbed himself. "Why ain't we done this before?" "Dunno. We too embarrassed?" Dan thought for a moment. "I mean, `cause well if we're honest, well we ain't got very big cocks have we?" "No I `spose not," it was a fact that Steve didn't particularly want reminding of and certainly on Dan's part a contributory factor in them not getting intimate before, "now shut up and get just wanking then." Twenty four hours was a virtual lifetime to resist the pleasures of the flesh when fifteen and it didn't take very long before things were coming to head. "Oh... bleeding hell.. I'm cumming..." moaned Steve, who despite his headache was the first to reach ejaculation. "Where you doing it?" asked Dan rather breathlessly. "In me fuckin' bed where d'you think!" "No, you daft bugger, I mean where's the spunk going?" "Over me pyjamas, they needs washing anyway." Dan watched excitedly from across the tent as Steve began to visibly tremble, his cock disgorging it's minimal contents over the blue striped trousers. "Think I'm gonna cum now as well!" added Dan moments later, pulling hard on his sweaty organ inside his briefs, he felt around with his free hand for the snotty handkerchief he had planned to use to absorb the discharge should it be required later when Steve had gone to sleep. "Fuck! Oh fuckin' hell! Now it's done for me fuckin' head!" exclaimed Steve, the blood having finally coursed through his body under the increased pressure as he had climaxed. "Fuck.. fuck.. it's, me fuckin' heads gonna fuckin' explode!" "Thought I heard voices, are you feeling any better lads?" Mr Woods poked his head through the flap into the darkened tent. "Oh no!" was Steve's distinctly mute, if not strangulated response. "Oh fuck no!" "Sorry, missed that." Mr Woods peered into the gloom towards Steve who appeared to have one hand on his head and the other holding stomach, actually his slimy cock. Shocked and motionless, Dan gurgled unable to string anything by way of a coherent reply together. Lying there, envisaging his white briefs glowing in the dark for Mr Woods to see, his rather hairless cock refused to stop pumping spunk into the cotton. Even if the size wasn't very impressive the quantity of sperm produced easily double the average, although nowhere near the prodigious amount that Richard produced. Unfortunately, his predicament didn't end there either as Steve had been absolutely correct when he said his head felt worse, Dan's temples started throbbing to confirm that energetic self-abuse would only aggravate a hangover not cure it. "My god, it stinks in here!" said Mr Woods. "Look, it's just stopped raining, shall I open the flap and let some air in?" Dan replied with a grunt an arbitrary grunt whilst rapidly trying to cover himself with the corner of the sleeping bag and finding that any movement would impact on the pain inside his head. "Mr Hawkins thought you'd probably suffered enough and offered to pop into the village to try and get something for your headaches if you were no better." "Please.. please.." said Dan, "and Steve has..." Before Dan could complete the sentence Steve disrupted the conversation with a rendering of flatus that registered several decibels in the bass clef. "Oh No! Oh bloody hell, no! No, not again!" "What again?" Mr woods shook his head in disbelief. "My god what is it!" At which point Steve, miraculously summoned enough energy to propel himself from his bed and head for the opening, his unfastened pyjama trousers falling down as he pushed roughly past Mr Woods to stand in the field. Both Dan and Mr Woods looked on in amused bewilderment as he grabbed at the recalcitrant trousers and took off as fast as his head would allow, barefoot and naked from the waist down in the direction of the toilet block. "Poor bugger, he's got the shits as well as his headache!" said Dan without thinking. "That's the fifth shit today!" Under the circumstances Mr Woods thought it best to ignore the mild expletives. "Maybe Mr Hawkins can see what else he can get for that.. uumm, complaint!" "He thinks he's dying," replied Dan, "and that's without his hangover." "You won't be drinking again then?" Mr Woods smiled. "No Sir," Dan managed a weak smile, "me heads killing me, we ain't never drinking or smoking again." Unsurprisingly, like several others in the field centre Art found himself unable to concentrate properly on his project due to a continuing erection and recurring thoughts of Colin's delightful body. It only took a winning smile combined with very few words of persuasion before Nigel agreed that they should adjourn to the toilet block to rejoin in mutual masturbation and thus exorcise any such naughty thoughts. Common sense told them the toilet block had the advantage of a squeaky door which gave some notice of unwanted visitors and was preferable to the tent where there was no real audible warning at all. Finding themselves crammed into one of the cubicles and faced with the question of what position should they take up. The most obvious and enjoyable was for Nigel to stand behind Art, push his cock between his legs whilst reaching around to attend to Art's quivering organ. However, Art having decided that even for him the prospect of endangering his already raw cock was too much they had equipped themselves with a handful of what passed for lubricant in the form of liquid soap from the dispenser above the basins. Thus, the opposite to flayed raw was in this instance, messy! By the time both boys had managed, albeit not without considerable effort to attain a second ejaculation they were in a dreadful mess and feeling more than debilitated. Inevitably with Nigel involved, considerable quantities of fresh sperm had been produced and now mixed with the cheap soap meant Art's nether regions and briefs were absolutely covered in it. Although it has to be said, the experience was in itself a gloriously messy few minutes! Besides the mess factor, the other problem was a pressing lack of time to clean up and return to the field centre to complete at least some work on their projects. Art was standing on tip-toe by one of the wash basins with his briefs and trousers around his knees endeavouring, rather unsuccessfully to submerge the entire length of his glowing red cock into the murky water to wash it. "It ain't long enough to get it in is it?" Nigel then collapsed against the wall in laughter. "Fuck off, you covered me in cum and," Art grinned, "and we can't all have fuckin' gert long cocks like yours can us?" "You make enough mess spraying about with that fuckin' thing," said Nigel, "gawd knows wot you'd do with a real gert big `un!" "Oh fuck off!" Art returned to the task in hand only to unfortunately splash so much water about in a failed attempt to wash the spunk out of his pubic hairs that he soaked his briefs in the process. "Art, don't waste yer time," said Nigel, "just pull yer pants up `cause they's all fuckin' wet now anyway ain't they?" "Fuck it, yer right!" "Hey, I was thinking last night," said Nigel grinning as he watched Art struggling with the wet shapeless briefs, "d'you reckon in say ten or twenty years time we'll still be messing about and wanking like this?" "Wot like bleeding kids, like we is now?" Art stopped and just stood there looking at Nigel smiling. "You don't think we'd have wanked ourselves to death then?" "Nearly, but not quite I reckon." Nigel looked at him. "Be a laugh wunnit? Carrying on like we do now, I mean when we're all grown up and that." "I can't never think that far ahead," replied Art suddenly looking very serious, "honest. Nige d'you think, I mean really fuckin' think, that we'll end up and get bleeding married and all that stuff?" "Well not to each other you silly bugger!" Nigel smiled, "I `spose we might, but we'd have to find out about girls and all that first wouldn't we?" "Hhmm.." Art bit his lip, there were obviously some deep thoughts circulating somewhere in his head, "we wouldn't have to do nothing till we leaves school would we? I mean with girls and that? We wouldn't would we?" "Probability not." Nigel moved over to him and put his arm around his shoulders. "You're funny sometimes." "Me funny, why?" He turned intending to look innocently into Nigel's face, but couldn't stop breaking into a smile, one of those smiles. It wasn't what Nigel immediately wanted and he leant forward to hold Art in an effort to hide his emotions. "Nige, is you crying?" "Just fuckin' shut up!" Unmoving they stood there for a full minute. Nigel on releasing Art rubbed his eyes. "Sorry, I, I'm a bit uumm... maybe, uumm, it was something to do with last night." Nigel stopped, expressing his emotions had always been tricky. "Well you fuckin' knows wot I means." "Yer, I knows wot you means," Art unintentionally smiled again, "and we got another two nights to go." "Don't fuckin' do that!" Nigel cleared his throat. "Right, uumm, well, `spose we'd better get back before Woody looks for us." "Do wot? Smile?" "Yes, fuckin' smile." "Hey Nige," grinning Art pointing down, his cock was once again straining upward, "just bloody look wot you've done to me now." "Gawd, how d'you fuckin' do it! Don't it ever go down?" Before Art could reply the main door crashed open, Steve charged across the room without any acknowledgement of their presence and disappeared into the nearest cubicle, slamming the metal door behind him. "He ain't got no trousers on." said Nigel rather stunned by Steve's bizarre and high speed entrance. "Oh fuckin' hell!" came the cry from inside. "Now he's fuckin' talking to himself and..." Art's reply was drowned out by the thunderous sound of a flatulent, if not highly pressurised evacuation of Steve's alimentary canal which echoed around the room. Nigel just looked towards the cubicle in amazement. "He's fuckin' exploded!" Art did his best not to explode in laughter. "Oh no! Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" screamed the voice inside shortly followed by the sound of the metal door being violently kicked. Bemused, Art looked at Nigel and pulled a face. "Steve is you alright?" "Fuck, can you smell that?" Nigel whispered turning up his nose. "Fuckin' hell his bums really burst!" "Steve is you alright, can we help?" repeated Art, wrinkling up his nose in unison. "Me head hurts, me asshole hurts, I've nearly shit meself again and I want's to bloody go home..." Steve's rather graphic delivery had begun to rapidly build to a crescendo, "I hates this sodding place and there's no fuckin' bastard bog paper!" The silence that followed was broken by the sound of Steve sighing in desperation. "Fuck!" Nigel immediately went into the adjoining cubicle and reappeared holding half a roll of the infamous Izal medicated toilet paper and after looking towards Art for moral support tapped tentatively on the door. "It ain't locked." was the plaintiff reply. Taking a deep breath, Nigel pushed the door open and cautiously peered inside. "I wants me mum." "Can't say I blames you if yer bums has exploded! Anyhow, we've heard how ill you've been after getting pissed last night." said Nigel instantly slipping seamlessly into big brother mode. "Now clean yerself up, `cause I ain't wiping yer ass!" "You ain't?" Steve almost smiled, the situation was too ridiculous to be true. "Nah, course I fuckin' ain't!" Nigel unflappable as ever smiled calmly back. "How d'you fuckin' do it, he was fuckin' going mental a minute ago?" asked Art quietly as Nigel reappeared leaving Steve to clean up. "I means, when things go wrong we all comes to you for advice and you just sorta calms people down, it works like fuckin' magic every time!" "Dunno." replied Nigel modestly. "But, you got your magic thing as well ain't you?" "Wot's mean, wot thing? Wot fuckin' magic?" "You trying to tell me it ain't magic," Nigel grinned, "that a couple of minutes after meeting some new kid you can be inside his pants or have fixed up when you can?" "Nige, you.." he stopped and instead smiled. "You sod, stop it." Nigel closed his eyes in an effort to avoid eye contact. After planting a very wet and sloppy kiss squarely on Nigel's lips, Art forced his bulging jeans against Nigel's leg and whispered hoarsely. "We got two more nights here, I want them to go on for ever." "So do I, but I don't think me cock will stay up for two nights!" "You.." In a very uncharacteristic show of emotion Nigel pulled Art tightly to him and held him briefly before releasing his grasp. "Nige," Art pulled at his arm propelling them towards the corner out of earshot, "you know when we was talking earlier." "We was? About wot?" Nigel, somewhat flustered with emotional aspect at first looked puzzled and then recognised that Art must have been mulling something over. As ever, meaningful thoughts with Art always made for a delayed response. "Well," Art looked towards the cubicle to check that Steve was still inside then spoke quietly, "uumm, well about girls and that. Well I means, uumm, oh shit... I means, d'you really think one day we'll end up with girl friends and all that?" "Most boys do don't they? But I `spose it's only them that wants to though innit?" "Oh I see.. I think." "Yeah." Nigel paused having given them both an escape route. It was a line of thought that Nigel had considered himself, but purposely never sought to really explore since that would begin to question his own sexuality and feelings for Art. "But Art, I don't know nothing about girls other than seeing a some dirty pictures and wot Robin told us a couple of weeks back." "So wot you trying to say, that we might end up queer or something?" "Maybe, I dunno. Maybe we might even like girls." Nigel shrugged his shoulders. "Honest, I dunno. I ain't really ever thought about it, well you know like proper thought about it." "I `spose we might." Art didn't sound at all enthusiastic at the prospect of dealing with the fair sex. "I dunno. I `spose we'll have to try 'em sometime!" "Yeah, even if it's only `cause other boys is doing it. Art yer right, we're gonna have to do it ain't we?" said Nigel equally unenthusiastically. "Yer, I `spose." Art scratched him head, quite obviously the heterosexual life was not immediately appealing to him. "Nige, look I gotta be honest 'cause girls scares me and.. and.. well I don't want no girl looking at me willy and that." "If she saw the state of yer pants first she wouldn't want to anyway!" Nigel giggled. "Fuck off, I'm being serious, they frightens me always fuckin' giggling and that." replied Art looking very serious. "Why can't we just stay as we are, wanking with all our mates and that?" "Because we're growing up ain't we?" Nigel stated the obvious, a fact which Art somehow didn't seem to want to grasp. "So d'you think if we're grown up a bit and still doing things like wanking together then would we be called queers then?" "Art if you thinks about it, well we does queer things to each other now don't we?" "Oh fuck! I ain't never thought of it like that." Art went visibly pale, something not unnoticed by Nigel. "You don't really think we're going queer do you?" "Nah, I thinks we just likes wanking and that stuff a lot," replied Nigel sounding reassuringly positive for Art's benefit, "otherwise the whole fuckin' school could be called queer. D'you see wot I means?" "That's alright then innit?" as ever Nigel had dispelled all nagging doubts leaving Art beaming. "I `spose so, if you wants to look at it like that then." replied Nigel, so touched by Art's implicit faith in him didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Course Nige, like you says we wouldn't have nothing to do with girls for a couple more years anyway would we?" Art blithely continued. "So it's gonna be us two and our mates then, just like now innit." "Hhmm... yeah that's right!" Nigel nodded and closed his eyes tightly as the tears started to form in the corners, fully aware that their endearment was all the stronger for Art's inherent combination of naivety, worldly innocence and unquestioning loyalty. "Now, don't you fuckin' cry, `cause you'll fuckin' start me off!" said Art breaking into one of his smiles as he quickly put an arm around him. "Anyway Nige, look you said it yerself, we got a couple of years yet!" ################################################### Chapter 144 to follow