Date: Mon, 1 Jun 2009 08:47:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ami <amias05@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brief Encounters Chap 26

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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Chapter 26 -- Caught in the act


"Yer, I got 'em here," Art was rummaging around in his blazer pockets, "and
Mart these are yours I think."

"Bloody hell you've even washed 'em!" Martin looked at the briefs which Art
was holding out, "Ummm.. did you wear 'em?"

"You dirty fucker!" Art grinned, "What do you think?"

Martin shuffled about, "I hope so! I would have!"

"I wore 'em one evening... straight from you without washing 'em"

"Filthy boy!" said Nigel, "But did you wank in 'em?"

"I would have, if I could! Only me cock wasn't working too well after
Sunday!"

They laughed. Like a bad magician then Art then produced another two pairs
out of his pockets and gave them to Nigel.

"Nige, I know you let me have three pairs... but, I'm still wearing one
`cause I ain't got nothin' else!"

Nigel rolled his eyes, "Fuck! We gotta get you sorted or soon or I'm gonna
be short as well!"

Art changed the subject. It was something he had been working up to.

"Look, I've uumm... been having a few chats with me dad he's..."

"Wot about?" interrupted Nigel. Parents, that sounded ominous and a last
resort!

"It's tricky," said Art sounding rather despondent, "see he guessed from
the state of me and... and, well smell when I got home on Sunday that I've
been doing something I shouldn't!"

"Oh fuck!" echoed both Martin and Nigel.

"Wouldn't take much though would it!" said Nigel winking. "You were bloody
covered in it!"

"No, you're right. Anyway he's knows I wank.. but he doesn't know really
anything else..." Art paused. Even he looked a little embarrassed at the
revelation.

"He says he can understand me wanking, `cause he knows I'm at the age when
I can't stop, he said so himself!"

"Fuckin' hell, you're so lucky!" exclaimed Nigel. "I wish my dad was so
open, he won't go near the subject.. he never has!"

Martin looked at the floor and sighed.

Art continued, "He's fuckin' worried that I'm doing it in public and at
school!" He paused. "Otherwise why am I coming home stinking of cum and
looking a fuckin' mess? Makes sense dunnit?"

"But you are!" said Nigel giggling, "We all fuckin' are, well more or
less!"

"So... so... wot's he gonna do?" Martin looked horrified, "He ain't gonna
tell the school is he?"

"No, don't think so. But I hate like lying to him, he's just so nice about
me wanking and that. He really don't make me feel silly or anything, says
it just part of growing up..." Art looked at the ground, "Oh shit I'm all
mixed up. I am. I can't tell him the fuckin' truth can I?"

"No." said Nigel, "You bloody can't! So wot's next?"

"I dunno. He's thinking about it all."

"Oh fuck!" said Martin again. In his fragile sate of mind he was now
starting to worry that somehow he might get implicated as well.

"Well, whatever happens, happens!" said Art fatalistically, standing
up. "Come on it ain't no good hanging about here worrying about it. Maybe
he'll talk to me tonight. Let's go back to playground."

Deep in thought they walked slowly back by the hedge towards the school. On
rounding the corner of the playing field Art suddenly stopped. He was
peering some fifty yards ahead at small group of younger boys in their grey
shorts which were partly obscured by a couple of small trees.

Immediately, just like flicking a switch, his alter ego took over.

Turning to Martin and Nigel he put his finger over his lips to indicate
silence.

Nigel started to giggle and whispered, "Oh no, you dirty fucker wot ever
now!"

"Ssshhhh!" said Art, "Can't you see that looks like me little brother Simon
and his mates. I reckon they're a right bunch of little wankers and they
ain't seen us yet, have they? I know he's a horny little toad! I reckon
they're up to something."

"Wonder where little brother gets it from?" said Martin grinning. It was
obvious that Art had reverted back to his own cosy world. Despite all his
current troubles his mind was back on it's single track. Sex.

Art hissed, "Quietly... don't let 'em see you, we'll creep up by the
hedge!"

As Art had correctly surmised Simon and his friends were far too busy and
excited to be keeping watch on who might be creeping up on them. With Tom
standing in their midst and facing the hedge, Alex was on the verge of
giving the command.

"Hands at the ready, one... two.. three...go!"

Tom was giggling like a village idiot when the four hands started to force
their way right up and under the waistband of his shorts. A few fingers
managed a diversion around his bum but soon all were occupied tugging at
the waistband of his briefs just as Alex had instructed.

Jimmy seemed to be having the most success and was rapidly pulling the
elastic and countless folds of white cotton down level with the top of
Tom's shorts. Brian, on his knees in front of Tom, was not faring so well
mainly because he could keep neither hands nor eyes off of the white tent
that was protruding from Tom's open fly. In the end he could stand the
temptation no longer and managed to get both his hands in through the fly,
one to rub Tom's cock and the other to continue to pull his briefs down
into his shorts.

The situation was fast becoming out of hand. Everybody was giggling and
nobody was taking any notice of what the other was doing, each intent on
gratifying themselves. Alex appeared to be in competition with Simon as
they were both desperately trying to get a finger up Tom's bum. Jimmy had
his eyes closed and was carefully kneading every inch of Tom's buttocks as
he quietly masturbated through his open fly! Brian wasn't far behind, he
had taken full advantage of his special trouser pocket modification and was
now also wanking whilst was actively rubbing the tip of Tom's cock with his
hand inside his briefs.

Understandably, in all the excitement nobody really noticed when the long
suffering clasp on Tom's shorts finally pinged it's last and let go!
However, supported by the active little hands that were doing so many
things the shorts more or less stayed in place and nobody realised what had
happened.

Art, Nigel and Martin were by now only a few feet away and miraculously had
still not been seen. As would be expected all three had raging erections
which they toyed with through their pockets as they watched the younger
boys in amazement.

Art looked round at Nigel and winked, he was trying to think how best to
announce their presence! Tom was obviously quite out of it and just like
Jimmy his eyes were tightly closed. Brian, Alex and Simon were preoccupied
and more or less had their backs to the visitors and quite unaware of what
was about to happen!

Art didn't want to upset Simon, but on the other hand the opportunity was
just too good to be true! By some devious sign language he signalled to
Nigel and Martin that they would all creep over together and quickly grab
Alex, Brain and Simon. Put a hand over their mouth to stop any noise and
then play it by ear! Well, that was as far as the plan went! For obvious
reasons Art thought he'd better take Simon! Martin being slightly more
sensible wasn't entirely sure about it since the plans, such as it was, was
liable, highly probably in fact, to go horribly wrong!

Making extreme efforts not to burst into laughter they succeeded in
creeping very slowly and quietly forward. So far so good.

However, when Art was barely a couple of feet behind Simon and getting
poised to grab him Tom started to shudder and breath very noisily.

"Oh fuck.." groaned Tom. Unmistakably he was on the verge of a mighty
orgasm.

"Tom, oh fuck... I'm cumming... please let's come together.." croaked
Brian. Still kneeling in front of him with one hand attending to himself
through his pocket and the other being the cause of Tom's pleasure.

"I have already!" said Jimmy. His eyes still closed, he was pounding away
on his little cock hoping for second or even a third dry orgasm!

"Any second... fuck...ohhhh!" cried Tom.

Crack! Nigel had trodden on twig.

Nobody except Simon was even capable of noticing. He turned to look and his
jaw dropped in horror when he saw who was there. His mouth was wide open,
but nothing came out. He couldn't believe it.

"Cuummmminnggggggg..." it was Tom.

He started to violently shudder and shake as Simon, Martin, Nigel and Art
watched in amazement. Uncontrollably moving about and bucking his hips he
was obviously in the throes of a powerful orgasm.

With all the movement Brian couldn't keep his hand inside Tom's briefs and
now was now openly wanking himself to a dry climax. Alex was sitting there
rather dazed and just staring rather unsure if he was really seeing Nigel
company!

At that point, Tom's shorts decided that gravity was the thing and they
gracefully fell down to his ankles to expose his oversize briefs. Not that
he was in a fit state to notice anyway!.

On seeing that and being caught up in the excitement, Nigel suddenly and
inadvertently broke the spell.

"Well, fuck me! Why's he wearing his dads pants!"

Tom was still out of it and didn't take any notice but Nigel's strange
voice soon brought the other boys back to reality. Almost in disbelief they
slowly turned and saw their uninvited guests! Speechless, they froze in
shock. They had been well and truly snared! Since Tom was not entirely with
them mentally, it was only Simon and Alex who really knew who the intruders
were. Brian and Jimmy were literally scared stiff of the boys towering
above them.

By now the three older boys were convulsed with laughter and Art was
pointing at Simon who had somehow managed to keep his hand inside Tom's
briefs!

Simon was absolutely livid and purple with rage.

He jumped up and ran over to Art. Punching and kicking at him he screamed,
"You cunt... you fuckin' cunt you planned this.. I'll fuckin kill you..."

"Oh piss off... or I'll fuckin' hit you! Simon.. fuckin' stop it or I'm
gonna fuckin' hit you! You silly fucker!" replied Art fending him off. He
was unsure whether to laugh or cry, this was becoming surreal. Laugh
probably.

Laughing didn't help. Red in the face Simon was hopping about with his arms
flaying the air and still trying to land a punch on him.

"I'll fuckin' hit you Simon! Now fuckin' stop it!" Art had stopped
laughing, "I'm fuckin' losing it! Simon... I'm fuckin' warning you!"

"You cunt.. I'll fuckin' kill you..." Simon was out of control, "I kick
your fuckin' balls off! You fuckin' cunt... I hate you..!"

"Fuck this for a game of fuckin' soldiers!" exclaimed Nigel angrily, "I'm
in the middle of a bleeding family war!"

He strode over and without any ceremony lifted Simon in the air, swung him
round and plonked him down within six inches of his face. Putting both
hands on Simon's shoulders so he couldn't escape Nigel bared his teeth and
stared at him as though he was going to kill him!

Simon went white!

"Simon... you fuckin' listen to me!" Nigel did his best to appear really
angry. "We were down the bottom of the field and walking back. Is there
another way back? No there fuckin' isn't is there! The fact that you dirty
little fuckers are wanking each other off in the middle of the playing
field is not our fault. And the fact you got caught is not our bloody fault
either. Do you fuckin' well understand?"

Simon nodded. He looked petrified.

"Good. It's you lot that went fuckin' wanking in public, so don't bloody
take it out on us... because you got fuckin' caught. It's you're fuckin'
fault, got it?"

Simon gulped. Nigel was quite right.

Nigel continued, "And before you say another fuckin' thing just bloody
think yourselves lucky that it was your brother that caught you. Right?
Suppose it had been that bastard Bates, eh? He'd have buggered the lot of
you by now... and I mean buggered! He had a fuckin' reputation to keep up!"

"Bloody right he would!" said Art having experienced Bates the previous
year.

"Now say fuckin' sorry to brother Art and let's fuckin' move on."

Simon looked tearfully towards Art, "Yer he's right, I'm sorry..."

"It's OK, you lot were caught with yer pants down!" Art giggled, "I'll see
you later you silly sod!."

Feeling about an inch tall Simon squatted down and looked mournfully at the
grass.

Art grinned, "Jesus, you silly fuckers, fancy wanking in the middle of the
bleeding sports field!"

"Good. That's settled then.. they're silly fuckers we all agree on that!"
said Nigel grinning. He then turned to look at Alex, Brian and Jimmy who
were sat motionless on the grass looking as happy as though they were in
triple detention and didn't see the joke!

"D'you get it?" asked Nigel, "This wasn't planned, we just came by as you
were at it! You are dirty little buggers!"

"Yer all right." muttered Alex. The others nodded.

"Now that's settled then! Now fuckin' smile!" Nigel grinned, "We know we
all do things with out mates, `cause we're fuckin' boys aren't we? But at
least if you're going for a wank together don't fuckin' get caught like
this again!"

"Uummm..." Brian wasn't smiling. He looked up as though he was about to
burst into tears, "Please... you gonna tell anyone about us?"

"No, don't be bloody silly," replied Art, "besides, that fuckin' Simon
would try and kill me if we did!"

Four very red faces looked up and managed a weak smile. The lesson was
learnt and over!

The fifth face wasn't red it was just expressionless. Tom was still
standing there with his shorts still around his ankles. The dribble of
semen that he had produced in such a delirium was now cold, sticky and all
over the inside his oversize briefs.

To Martin, who had had enough troubles of his own of late, could sense that
Tom was having some difficulty with the situation and tentatively put a
hand on his shoulder. Like Tom, Martin being an only child did not have the
advantage of a sibling to ever talk to or help and was feeling at a loss of
what to say. Conversely, he was now rather looking forward to the prospect
of being a surrogate big brother to Tom, something which he had greatly
appreciated when Nigel had acted as much to him.

"It's Tom isn't it? I'm Martin. You all right?"

"Yer. Sort of."

"Come on we gotta get you looking tidy. You haven't moved, wot's the
problem?"

Tom took a deep breath, "For a start everybody will be laughing at me when
news of this gets round the school! Look at me, I look a right fuckin'
idiot!"

"Who's gonna tell 'em?" asked Martin, "We ain't and you lot certainly won't
will you?"

"Oh, I `spose not." Tom wasn't entirely convinced.

He felt totally humiliated knowing he had been watched by three strange,
older boys as he had carried out what should have been a very private act
between him and his closest friends. To be caught masturbating was bad
enough, but to be seen doing it in what Nigel had jokingly termed his "dads
pants" had demoralised him completely.

"I think I can guess wot it is... and I'd feel just the same."

"Would you?"

"Yeah. Having a wank with yer mates is one thing... but being watched by
strangers is another." Martin even surprised himself by saying that.

"And these pants, look at 'em... how fuckin' stupid do I look.."

"Well," Martin looked down. He grinned, "I've seen better! Let's get yer
shorts up.. we gotta get you going, it'll be lessons soon."

Tom didn't immediately make any effort, he just looked at Martin and voiced
his innermost thoughts, "You're nice! You ain't taking the piss!"

Martin wasn't expecting that and wasn't sure how to
respond. "Well... ummmm, yes, but, nice won't get yer shorts up will
it... now come on!"

Reaching down in front of Tom to pull the shorts up he accidentally brushed
his hand over the front of his briefs. Whilst Tom's erection had long
disappeared his discharge had finally soaked through to the front of the
pouch.

Martin looked at his hand then went rather red and looked up, "Oh Tom, I'm
sorry I didn't mean to do that... ummm... I really didn't.."

Whatever, that brought Tom back to life. For reasons that he would never
really understand he smiled and purposely made eye contact. Martin was
caught. Not only couldn't he break away from Tom's brown eyes, by neither
could he fathom out why he was suddenly feeling so odd. He had never felt
this way before, his heart was racing, he felt flushed and had a strong
overwhelming desire to be hugged. It was bizarre.

Tom was little better. Breathing slowly, he was experiencing that strange
feeling which he had felt a couple of times before with Alex. With all that
had just happened he almost thought he was in a trance.

"Lick it off..."  Martin was to fall under Tom's command.

Martin hesitated for a few seconds and looked around to see if anybody was
looking, then grinning at Tom he put his hand to his mouth did as he was
told.

"Salty, like mine!" said Martin excitedly. "I'm surprised you can cum
properly!"

"Well, only since last week!" replied Tom proudly, "Don't tell them others
though."

"No."

"You're not much bigger than me are you?" said Tom holding the front of his
briefs.

"No, `spose not..." replied Martin wondering whatever was coming next.

"Is yer cock bigger!"

Martin was confused and wasn't at all sure where this was going. Could this
be right, Tom was two years younger. He couldn't resist.

"Ummm I dunno... I guess so..."

"I'd like to see it.. feel it!" Tom bent forward and whispered quickly,
"You can put yer hand in me pants now if you want! I'm going hard again!"

Martin went red. He needed to think. "Uuumm... Tom... not here... oh
hell... not now."

Tom looked disappointed.

Martin stood up, pulling the shorts up with him. He looked Tom in the face
and made some pretence of pulling the shorts right up around his slim
waist. The problem was he was unable to stop himself virtually dressing
Tom, tucking his shirt and briefs in and even straightening his school tie.

Powerless to resist he squeezed the hardening bulge in Tom's briefs as he
zipped up the shorts. Grinning he showed Tom his hand was slightly sticky
yet again.

Tom looked so hopeful, "Can we..."

Martin licked his hand slowly, "Yes... "

"Oh shit! You will?"

Biting his lip Martin nodded.

Tom glanced down and burst into a huge grin when he saw Martins grey
trousers were quite obviously beginning to bulge as well.

Martin closed his eyes. What was he doing, Tom had friends of his own age.

"Hey, come on Mart, let's go," it was Nigel, "hurry up, he'll be all right
now."

"Uuummm... the clasp is broken, they won't stay up!" Martin was desperately
trying to sound his normal self. "Hang on I've an idea.. you can borrow
this."

Tom held his shorts up as he watched Martin undo his belt and pull it out
through the loops of his trousers. His erection was now obvious.

Since Art and Nigel were now keen to go, Martin just handed it to Tom with
a trembling hand. "There, you OK now? Let me have the belt back later in
the week."

"Thanks." Tom beckoned him closer and whispered in his ear, "Hey,
would... ummm... would you... you see me or Alex ain't got no brothers
so... would you like to play big brother with me and him sometime?"

"Ummm... I ain't got no brother either!" was all that Martin could
answer. He was stuck for words.

"I think... maybe that we'd all like it? See Simon is like a brother to us
and.. you could be big brother! Nobody need know! See?"

Tom, didn't really know why he said it but it was certainly something that
he felt deep inside.

Martin really did feel weak at the knees now. This wasn't in the game plan
at all, neither was the look from those big brown eyes. He just hoped his
erection and blushes weren't noticed by anybody else!

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Chap 27 to follow