Date: Tue, 5 May 2009 00:53:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ami <amias05@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brief Encounters Chap 22

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


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Message... if you have sent me an email and have had no reply it's because
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messages... again!!! Now there's a thought do you still need Viagra after
reading all this ;-)

So please resend if you want a reply!

You might say this chapter is leading to something of a climax...  enjoy!
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Chapter 22 – Sunday morning


"And all I've heard from other kids is that Mr Andrews sent Bates was home
without his trousers or something. He was sorta told to piss off and not
come back!"

"Shit!" said Tom in surprise, "Expelled you mean?"

"I think so, I `spose. I dunno really. We won't hear anything till we go
back tomorrow will we?" said Alex.

"No, fuck him! Now wot about Miss Jameson d'you reckon you fooled her with
that story about me being sick outside and all that?"

"I think so." replied Alex, "But why don't we run through it again tomorrow
morning just in case she asks and then we'll both be saying the same
thing."

"Cor, you're so fuckin' clever!" Tom rolled over on the grass and slapped
him on the bum. He couldn't resist letting his hand rest on the thin blue
material of Alex's shorts, his fingers automatically started to trace the
outline of briefs beneath.

"For fuck's sake, don't get me excited here in your garden!" said Alex,
"These old shorts won't hide me cock with a hard on!"

Tom grinned, "You're a very dirty boy. I reckon we're gonna have to have
sleep over soon!"

"Sooner than later! Shit, now you got me going!" Alex grinned and pushed
his crutch hard into the lawn, "Tell me, so wot happened then when I'd left
you with the nurse? You looked fucked!"

"Well, not a lot. I must have gone to sleep or something, I think Miss
Jameson came in or something. But the next thing I knew was that I'd been
brought home and me mum was undressing me and going to put me to bed."

"Wot... you mean she... undressed you?" Alex was horrified at the merest
thought of his mother undressing him.

"Yer! Everything!" Tom pulled a face, "Dunno, thinking about it I think she
must have washed me as well, `cause didn't I stink of sick when I was in
the school?"

"Yer, you smelt awful.  But Bloody hell, to be undressed by yer mum that
must have been as scary as one of old Peterson's gym lessons!"

 "It was, she saw everything!" Tom pulled another face, "All she said was,
Tom, I know you're growing up but don't worry `cause there's nothing here
that I haven't seen before!"

"I'd got a boner!" said Alex grinning.

"Yer, you would but I didn't, I was too knackered! Wasn't it lucky I got
changed out of them old undies, she'd have gone nuts if had been wearing
them."

"Anyway, so you all right now then?" asked Alex, he wiggled out of the sun
and under the shade of the apple tree to lie closer to Tom.

"I mean, like wot about Bates and that, have you forgotten it or you d'you
think about it anything, you know wot I mean."

Tom thought for a minute, "I don't think it's gonna worry me, I hope not. I
dunno. I did dream about it on Friday night but haven't really given it
much thought I `spose."

Both boys were silent for a minute thinking how lucky they were to have
only suffered as much they did. It could have been a lot worse.

Alex suddenly started giggling and said, "Hey, what d'you think I did to
his knackers, when I kicked 'em? Reckon they were squashed?"

"Well," Tom was giggling as well now, "you nearly killed the bugger. Serve
him bloody well right!"

"Just imagine going to the doctors and saying I've been kicked in the
knackers!"

The giggling stopped when Tom's mother appeared, "Boy's, you've got another
visitor. And, Tom don't forget we're having a Sunday lunch today, about an
hour or so. Right?"

"Thanks, mum."

"Oh it's Simon, that good." said Alex seeing him coming in the garden.

Having cycled over from the next village Simon looked more than a bit
puffed.

"You're lucky Alex, you can walk here, I'm bloody knackered on that bike!"
he said getting his breath back, "Anyway Tom, how are you now? You better?"

Tom smiled and nodded. "Yer, good."

Alex said, "Simon, you just said knackered, we was just laughing about
Bates, `cause his knackers must be fuckin' right fuckin' knackered now!"

"He won't be wanking for bit then!" said Simon giggling.

"No, you bloody well flattened 'em!" said Tom laughing, "Anyway Simon, I'm
OK and thanks for coming over. I mean that, but are you alright, I mean
like 'cause you were pretty rough as well."

"I did dream about it." said Simon, "Anyway I `spose I could always talk to
you two or even Art, if it gets me can't I?"

"Course you can, that's wot friends are for."

"Anyway, look the other reason I came over was to say that this afternoon
I'm going on a spying mission..."

"Wot, wot, wot... come on tell us!" said Alex excitedly.

The three boys huddled together and Simon acting like the chief spymaster
that he obviously was. He lowered his voice.

"See, I know that Art and Simon are gonna meet up this afternoon and until
this morning that's all I knew but now..."

"Well don't bloody keep us in suspense!" said Tom giggling, "Come and tell
us, wot's going on now then?"

"He's thinks he's James fuckin' Bond!" said Alex now giggling as well.

"Yer, double OO7 bloody inches!" said Tom giggling.

"Fuck off!" said Simon. Playing his part to hilt he looked around as though
there were Soviet agents hidden in the trees. He continued in a hushed
voice.

"Nigel rang Art this morning and I did my best to listen in." he looked
around again, fearing the Soviets. Alex was about to dissolve into
laughter, this was getting ridiculous.

"So it seems that Art is going round to Nigel's about three
o'clock... and... that Martin might be there as well."

"Ah!" said Tom, very knowingly, trying not to laugh. "They'll using
invisible ink then?"

"Fuck off!" Simon was giggling.

"That means they could be meeting to...  to do something... naughty.. wot
with the invisible ink?" said Alex laughing.

"We don't know `cause we'll never read it!" Tom now laughing as well,
"Sorry, get on with it Simon!"

Try to keep a straight face, Simon again looked around for the foreign
agents and said, "But, meeting where? Not in Nigel's front room!"

"Probably in his bed!" said Tom laughing.

"You wish! Now shut up!" Said Simon, "Think about it! I've heard of a shed
that was mentioned before and that's what Art said. That they'd go to the
usual place, then he said the word shed!"

"Fucking hell!" said Tom, "You're are going to make a real spy one day, but
wot now?"

Slowly, Simon sat back and looked furtively around for even more
non-existent Soviet agents.

"Easy." he said, "I know where Nigel lives, so I'm gonna get there a bit
before three and follow 'em!"

"Fuckin' brilliant! Did you think that up by yerself?" said Alex grinning.

"Fuck off!"

"Can I come as well?" asked Alex.

"Yer, hoped you would," said Simon, "course you can. All you gotta do is
cycle over from here to me."

"Shit, I'd forgotten that bit! That'll take twenty minutes and I''ll be
knackered."

"Well, not as knackered as Bates' knackers!" said Tom laughing, "You silly
sod! Go on and do it, then you can tell me on the bus in the morning what
happened."

"OK, all right." Alex turned to Simon, "So shall I come to you then about
half past two or something then."

"Yer, then we can leave before Art does. He'll think we're playing football
or something."

"Or playing with yerselves! I know you two!" said Tom, "I'd like to tag
along, but I'm gonna save me energy. Anyway I `spect mum will say it's too
far to cycle if I got to go to school tomorrow."

A leopard doesn't change his spots, or as in Art's case he might have
changed the sheets but not his habits. The ritual of his bedtime wank
continued. He did however make two concessions. The first was that he tried
not to let the bed squeak and the second was to try to preserve his clean
bedding, for a day or two at least! Since he couldn't find any underwear to
infuse as he normally would, he had absolute brainwave and wanked into one
of his socks that he had just taken off!

It turned out to be quite a thrill and so on waking the following morning
the temptation to resist using the same soggy sock again was too much. This
feeling of a cold, very moist sock sliding up and down his cock was
certainly a new and exciting innovation, most definitely something to tell
Nigel about.

But the big question was, dare he wear it when he got dressed for the day?

Categorically, yes!

Besides, wearing socks for at least couple of days was perfectly normal for
him anyway. As the warm cum was squidged in between his toes it was a new
and delightful feeling, so much so that his poor cock thought it was going
to stay up forever. Of course, since this was in the era long before
trainers were even thought of sneakers or plimsoles were the thing. These
invariably had a sort of rubbery aroma all of their own the fact that his
sock was full of delicious fresh cum made no difference at all.

"It's such a lovely day, what are you doing today then?" asked his mother
when he finally appeared at about ten o'clock for breakfast.

He sat down rather carefully, as for the second day running he wasn't
wearing any underpants under his jeans and the rough seams were now
definitely chaffing his nether regions. Besides which, even he was becoming
acutely aware of the hygienic advantages of wearing underwear particularly
for absorbing drops of precum and pee!

"Ummmm.. I thought I'd... "

"No you're not!"

He didn't get a chance to answer his father had cut right in, "You thought
you'd finish that little school project. Didn't you?"

"Yer, how did you know that dad?" he said screwing up his face in mock
horror.

His father looked and winked, "Because I know most things about you..."

No escape, he certainly knew enough! Art went slightly pink and made
another face.

"That was good of you to start all that washing yesterday," cooed his
mother from the sink, "if you let me have the rest of it later I'll finish
it all for you."

Art was puzzled, "The rest... the rest of it mum, wot rest?"

"Well, there must be at least a couple of dirty shirts and then there's all
your socks and pants, you just haven't given me anything to wash for days!
I just don't know where you hide it all, maybe I should have a good look
and find it all for you like when you were little!"

Ted looked interested if not surprised. Art had suddenly and most
mysteriously turned a brilliant shade of red and was now all but choking on
his cornflakes.

"Problem?"

"No dad, it went down the wrong way." he spluttered and started to quickly
shovel down the rest of the bowl.

"I'll do that washing later mum, I'd better go and start me project."

"Finish, you mean?" Ted asked pointedly. "Not start... surely!"

"Sorry, dad. Finish of course!"

He looked so guilty, Ted had difficulty in keeping a straight face. He
loved this boy, it all reminded him so much of his own youth especially
with the straggly bumfluff on his top lip and the ever tenting trousers!
Those were the days!

He smiled and couldn't help the tear in his eye, "I'll look in then, later
on and see how you are doing, that OK?"

"Yer, all right, I `spose so." Art grinned and headed back his room, the
toes of his right foot now stuck to the sock.

Time was running out, finishing the history project was a minor problem
compared to finding some underwear for his mother to wash. He had arranged
to call round to Nigel that afternoon so he just had to hope that somehow
he could help, the situation was becoming desperate!

Alex left his house at just gone two o'clock and arrived at Simon's home
half an hour later after a surprisingly pleasant and leisurely ride in the
afternoon sun. Leaving his bike safely in the front garden he and Simon
made a point of saying they were off to the park for a game of football and
disappeared innocently down the road.

"Where we gonna hide then?" asked Alex as they approached the end of street
where Nigel lived.

"I dunno!" said Simon and giggled, "I ain't got that far!"

"You silly sod, you're meant to be the bleeding spy!" said Alex grinning,
"There must be somewhere. Which house is it?"

"Ummmm..." Simon stopped walking and squinted in the bright sunlight as he
looked down the street. "Shit I don't know, I've only been here once
before! But it's got a green front door!"

"Great!" said Alex laughing, "Wot a pair of fuckin' spies we are, looking
for an house with a green door!"

Simon pointed, "See theme two trees down there by the phone box?"

Alex stared into the sun, "Sort of."

"It's down there."

"Oh yeah, well where we gonna hide?"

"Shit, I don't know do I!"

"But you're meant to be the fuckin' spy!"

They both collapsed in laughter.

"Well let's go and have a butchers, come on. We gotta find somewhere before
Art gets here." said Simon walking quickly off.

"There!" Alex stopped and grabbed Simon's arm. He pointed, "Look that house
a few doors down there with the For Sale sign, we could hide in the garden,
behind the hedge."

"Well only if it's empty!"

"Well not if they're still living in it, you bloody prick!" said Alex
giggling again.

"You calling me a prick then?"

"Yer. You got a lovely little prick and I'd like to play it right now!"
said Alex scratching himself through his blue shorts.

"Well if we get behind that fuckin' hedge you can! Now hurry up, let's see
if the place is empty!"

With much giggling the boys decided that the house was indeed empty and
they quickly slipped in the front garden and were soon behind well hidden
the overgrown privet hedge.

Alex leaned forward and peered through the leaves of the thick hedge and
soon found that it didn't take Simon who was standing behind very long put
his hand on the front of the blue shorts to extract his promise!

"You dirty boy... it's bloody hard!"

Alex giggled, "Course it is!"

Much to Alex's approval, Simon then did his favourite trick of pushing his
own hard cock into the back of Alex's shorts whilst putting a hand in each
of the pockets and doing a little exploring.

"Hey, ooh I like the feel of that on my ass." said Alex still giggling,
"But you'd better not undress me or anything in case we gotta go and follow
'em quickly."

"No," replied Simon still giggling himself, "Couldn't have you going the
road with yer pants down and me finger up yer bum!"

With that Simon bent down so his face was in Alex's bum and started to run
one hand up either leg of the shorts, Alex squirmed around in delight.

"I love shorts and looking up 'em." said Simon, obviously really enjoying
himself, "I'm gonna give us a treat!"

"Ohhh fuck!" moaned Alex, "Wot is about shorts and having a hand up
'em... oohhhh fuck..."

"Reckon I can make you cum like this?" asked Simon excitedly, his little
fingers now having wormed their way into Alex's briefs and heading for his
crack.

"Oi, where you going?" exclaimed Alex suddenly realising that the probing
fingers were going to the rear and not the front. This was though what he
had hoped may happen!

"You know bloody well... it's where you want 'em isn't it?"

Slightly embarrassed Alex muttered "Yes, after Tom did it the other day,
well I just sorta fancied it again..."

Alex didn't dare admit that the thought of a strange finger up his bum had
really taken hold since Tom's initial foray. Knowing Simon's predilection
to bums he had been really hoping that Simon might take the opportunity so
he had had a good wash before venturing out!

"I fuckin' knew it.. you're a dirty boy!" Simon's stubby fingers had
reached their goal and started to gently prod the little ring.

"No, I'm not... I washed me bum!" said Alex, "Bugger... I mean!"

He instantly realised that he had said exactly the wrong thing, but too
late now.

Simon was now laughing, "You dirty fucker... you've wanted me to finger
your bum! And, and... you... even fuckin' washed it for me!"

"Yer! All right, yer!" Alex went red with embarrassment, "Don't go on about
it!"

"You're so fuckin' sweet!" The words were becoming muffled as Simon had his
faced pressed hard against the shorts.

"Oh, shut up! Oh fuck!" said Alex who was quite touched by the comment,
"Please don't tell Tom, it`s too embarrassing. Please?"

"All right, but you are sweet all the same!" said Simon giggling, "Now hold
on, here we go!"

With that he stabbed his finger upwards and inwards aiming for the little
spongy thing that lived and inch or two up inside. He didn't know what it
was called, but he knew from exploring his own bum it felt really good to
poke it around a bit!

With cry of delight Alex fairly leapt into the air with surprise, in fact
he leapt so far he pushed his face into the hedge only to see right through
it and notice the figure of a boy just turning the corner of the road.

"Stop, Simon stop! Stop!" he said, "I think Art's here!"

Reluctantly Simon withdrew his hands and stood up, squeezing hard on the
front of tenting his shorts. Peering through the leaves he asked, "You sure
it's Art?"

"No, no... but it's a boy about his size isn't it?" Alex turned, "Bloody
hell why did have to arrive now, I was enjoying that!"

"You're a dirty, dirty boy, who likes his bum played with!" said Simon
giggling.

"I know... now! But it's not everybody that likes to admit it is it?"

"I do! Hey, look," Simon suddenly pointed through the hedge, "it's not Art,
it's, it's... wotshisname?"

"Uummm... bloody hell it's ... it's Martin, he's in the same year as Art
isn't he?"

"He's knocking on the door...so there are three of 'em now, I hope it's a
big shed!"

Alex grinned, "And it's got some decent windows so we can watch 'em!"

"Now, look," said Simon excitedly, "Yer, look here he comes now. It's that
non-stop wanker of brother of mine!"

"He's walking a bit odd isn't he?" said Alex, "looks like he's wet
himself!"

 Simon started to giggle again, "Well you know why?"

"No. Why?" said Alex a little mystified.

"Because he ain't got no pants on, he ain't got any left. I'm sure of it
and I don't reckon he's been wearing any for the few days either!"

"Wot a dirty fucker!" Said Alex, "All them drops of piss and that...  and
that... yuk!"

"And," said Simon squeezing his shorts, "the inside of them cheap jeans is
as rough as hell. Me mum got me a pair, bloody horrible thick material and
the seam sticks right in yer ass and rubs yer balls!"

"Rough and hard then?"

"Yer! Bet you'd like a pair them!" Simon nudged him.

"Fuck off!"

"Hey, talking of hard that's just like me cock!" said Simon grinning, "I
hope we can finish wot started, `cause I'm really in the mood!"

"So am I." Alex winked, "Oh, look the front door's opening and it's all
three of 'em! That Martin's small ain't he... not much bigger than us!"

"Reckon he's got a big cock?" asked Simon.

"With a bit a luck we might find out later!" said Alex grinning as he
watched them walk down the road. "Hey, look.. poor old Art don't look too
happy walking!"

"It's his balls and that rubbing in them jeans innit!" said Simon giggling,
"Dirty fucker he is!"

"Let 'em get on ahead to the corner so we can still see just about watch
'em and then we'll follow." said Alex

"Right, but I can't let Art see me or he'll bloody murder me!"

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Chapter 23 to follow