Date: Mon, 27 Jul 2009 13:05:51 +0100 From: tom Subject: Brief Encounters Chap 32 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 *************************************************************************************************** PLEASE NOTE If the posts become a little disjointed over the next few weeks it's only because of the holiday season, as even I take break! And don't forget the new email address - amias09@fastmail.fm Also some thoughts in relation to the use of "arse" or "ass" word ! As I understand it they both equate to the same thing it's just that I prefer to use the "ass" word even though it is slightly more transatlantic than my Engish upbringing! *************************************************************************************************** Chapter 32 – Two and two make Simon Wolsey-X, the equivalent of the common Y-front, but if anything a slightly nicer fit. Now Art had two pairs of underpants to his name! With his bag wedged against the door Art took off his blazer. Undoing his trousers, with the thought of wearing somebody else's underpants it was no surprise to find that his cock had already started making some small deposits of precum. He grinned and kicked them right off, standing there with his cock twitching barely covered by his white school shirt and started to carefully examine the briefs. Their examination and the fantasy of who had been wearing them was a huge turn on, first he was pleased to discover that at least they had no skid marks from their previous occupant! The pouch was stained, at first he thought it was just with piss but on minute inspection he concluded that somebody could well have cum in them and then the piss stains were an added bonus! The amazing thing was that they looked very white, in fact almost like new and as though they would even fit him! Without wasting any more time he pulled them on and strutted about looking in the mirror. Pulling his erection out through the fly and with it bouncing in front of him he searched in his school bag until he found the wet and still somewhat cummy Y-fronts that he had been wearing that morning in the gym class. Creeping over to the door he listened for a few seconds and grinning to himself went back and lay on his bed so that his feet were still on the floor and his cock was sticking right up into the air. Elevated to a sexual high after all the expectation of handling another boys briefs and now to actually be wearing them, he wrapped the cummy Y-fronts around his shaft and started to quickly masturbate. It didn't take more than a minute before he shot his second load of the day into the already soiled briefs. Slowly wiping the drip from his piss slit with his finger he licked it off before carefully bending his softening prick back through the fly and looking around for his jeans. The cummy Y-fronts were thrown under his bed, but this time he made a mental note to wash them out so he would have two pairs to wear! Back in his room Simon had changed into his thin blue cotton shorts as they seemed to be the most comfortable thing he had as far as his sore cock was concerned. There was however a problem that seemed to be developing and he was not sure what to do. Having examined his cock he thought it looked worse than it did that morning and a small blister had now developed on the very front at the bottom head. Obviously it was the prime cause of the constant irritation and even though he had ladled the Germolene all over it he seemed to have achieved little other than turning his pants into nothing more than a greasy and darker shade of pink! Whatever the injury, he was going to risk an erection as he just couldn't resist having a quick look through the bag of underwear which he had so laboriously carried home. Naturally he had no intention of being caught and was going to work to a little plan he had been thinking about all through the maths lesson! First he pushed his regular school bag behind the bedroom door and then pulled the blankets down on his bed. The plan was to tip the contents of the duffle bag onto the bed and spread them out so if anybody tried to come in he could simply pull the covers back and hide the contraband! Simple. In the anticipation of handling innumerable pairs of used underpants his cock was incredibly hard even before he had pulled the bag out from under the bed! The blister at the front was soon pressing on his briefs again and assuring himself that the pain was going to be worth it he upended the bag. Carefully spreading out the contents so as not to give any huge lumps should he have to recover the bed in a hurry. Standing back he stared in amazement at his haul, the smell was quite overpowering and definitely erotic, a very heady combination of sweat, piss, stale laundry and adolescent boy. There must have been a couple of dozen assorted pairs. Sadly though, it seemed they were in the unflattering high cut style and as Simon noted they were all boring white or at least varying shades of white! As he had expected about half were the ubiquitous Y-fronts from Lyle & Scott the Scottish manufacturer. The rest were a motley collection including Wolsey, Aertex and various high street brand names such as BHS, C&A, Woolworths and of course St Michael alias M&S. It seemed fair to assume that they were purchased by doting mothers more for sheer wearability than anything remotely connected with style, comfort or let alone fashion! One rather tired looking pair with some rather pronounced stains caught his attention, they had a strange looking fly in the shape of the letter `A'. Looking at the faded label it read C&A, but it wasn't really the label that interested him it was the fact that despite a few hours in his duffle bag the stained cotton still retained a certain smelt. Drying semen. His mind wandered off fantasising about a boy having a wank in them very recently, probably on his way to school, would he even be on his bus! The combination of such naughty thoughts fuelled his raging erection to the point where the blister on the end was now giving him hell. It had been continually pressed against the inside his briefs and any benefit from the Germolene had long worn off. As the shorts had an elastic waistband it was easy enough to pull them down together with his pink briefs below his balls to inspect his cock. The end with the blister really did look very unhappy, possibly if he could get his cock to go down it might ease the pain. But how to get it down when surrounded with all the underpants? The answer was easy and came with knock oh his door and a rattle of the handle! Panicking he pulled his shorts back up and dragged the blankets back up the bed before throwing his blazer and school shorts on the bed. "Come on, open up!" It was Art. "Wot can you be doing?" "I'm coming." "Wouldn't be surprised!" replied Art starting to rattle the door again before laughing out loud. Looking very guilty Simon dragged the bag away and opened the door. "Wot's want then?" "Wot you doing?" asked Art with a knowing look, "You're not at it again are you?" "No. How can I with me cock like this?" Simon sat on the edge of the bed dejectedly. "It's got a sort of little lump thing now, so I've just put some more Germolene on it!" "Want me to look?" asked Art. He got up to close the door. "Why not? You've bloody seen it all now!" Simon grabbed hold of the elastic again and pulled his shorts down. "I can't do anything else with it can I!" "Cheer up," said Art bending over, "oh, fuck I see... you got a blister on the end." "Wot's a blister?" asked Simon making a face. "You get 'em when you rub things too much!" Art giggled, "No, I mean like on your feet something like when yer new shoes rub. You must have given you're cock a bloody good wanking to do that to it!" "Bollocks!" Simon screwed his face up again. "So I can't..." "Wank you mean? No you fuckin' can't! " Art laughed, "No don't be silly it might start bleeding or something. It's your own fault you randy little bugger!" Simon grinned, "It was fun though!" "I'll bet!" Art stood up and sniffed, "Hey wot's that fucking smell in here.. it's like the bloody gym!" "I dunno..." Simon started to blush and purposely looked down before he pulled his shorts up, "I.. I can't.. smell anything!" Their conversation was cut short when their mother shouted up the stairs. "Boys... tea in half and hour when your father get's home." "I wonder wot it is today? Something nice?" asked Simon hopefully. "Fucked if I know!" replied Art, " I'm going back to try to finish me homework.. it fuckin' stinks in here... wot you been doing you dirty little sod? Why don't you tell me?" Simon didn't reply. Their mother's voice rang out again. "Simon!" "Shit! I'm off before she want's me as well!" said Art scuttling back to his room. "Oh fuck!" Simon said to himself following Art out to the landing, "Wot mum." "When you come down bring those blue shorts with you and I'll put the new elastic in this evening for you." "Oh thanks." Now he was happy, they were his favourite shorts! He went back into his room to change into the jeans that had the sandpaper effect on his bum! However much Art liked history couldn't really focus on the problems of the sixteenth century, his own problems were more immediate. Pushing his chair back he put his left hand in his pocket to comfort his growing cock and doodled on the back cover of the blue exercise book with a pen that had a bent nib and was about to run out of ink. Musing on the days events he centred on the new Wolsey briefs he had literally come across. But, why should Simon even have them in his bag at all? Where had he got them, surely he wasn't stealing underwear, no surely not! It was only Art himself who was guilty of that. Wasn't it? Although, come to that, just what was in Simon's overloaded bag and why was he so secretive about it? Suddenly Art sat bolt upright, he had the answer. Elementary arithmetic told him that two plus two made four, but did four then equate to Simon? Various permutations crossed his mind. The underwear that was stolen from the gym changing room. Simon, was he involved? No, no he couldn't be, well not on his own. Or could he? Ian, yes Ian, he had had his new Wolsey briefs stolen and were they now what Art was actually wearing? So, were those same Wolsey briefs that had fallen from Simon's bag the ones stolen to Ian? The more he thought the more he reached the same intriguing conclusion. Simon was somehow involved. Bearing his own underwear fetish in mind that raised yet another question, was he proud or ashamed of his bother! Thinking further he remembered Simon's answer when he had asked him to guess if he was wearing underpants, it was the phrase "you should be" now that really said something. Or did it? Would that mean whoever stole them had purposely left his and Martin's? And, it was also Simon who had specifically enquired about Martin as well. There was one way to find out, he had to look in Simon's bag. Suppose it was full of underpants what would he do? The erotic possibilities of that in itself were endless! However, before he could safely do that he decided that at the risk of causing himself a small amount of embarrassment he would put Simon on the spot and watch his reaction. Tea was nearly over, they were on the sweet course which today was a home made fruit salad. Not the boys favourite but apparently healthy, or so they were told! Ted was in good mood and had just finished telling a funny story about somebody applying for a job at his work. "I'll tell you something funny that happened at school today." said Art. "Well, like we thought it was sort of funny!" "Go on then, it's not often we hear about school!" said his mother Linda, in some surprise. "Well, you see," Art casually glanced around to make sure his story was going to get maximum impact, "we had gym today and after when we all came back in to get changed... a lot of the boys found their underpants had been pinched!" At that point Simon appeared to choke on a slice of apple, Ted slapped him on the back and Simon sat back coughing looking very red in the face. "Well, I don't think that's very funny." snapped Linda, "That's not funny at all. Those poor boys!" "Well?" asked Ted looking at Art, "So did you have your's stolen?" "No.. no." said Art. "But it was... sorta funny at the time." "Well, I can see that!" said Ted, "Especially to a class full of boys like you!" Art blushed and looked at him from the corner of his eye. "Yer, dad right." "So who did it?" Linda was obviously not amused. "I hope the headmaster is going to be told about this." Simon was trying to convince himself he wasn't hearing any of this. He pushed the remaining sliced fruit around his bowl on autopilot. "I mean, was that theft meant to be funny? I don't think it's funny at all." Linda was in full flow, "Or has somebody at that school got some dreadful perversion, they should be reported to the police?" The police! Simon went pale and stared into his bowl, the colours matched. As Art had predicted this wasn't in the remotest sense at all funny to his mother. But on the other hand he had got a reaction from Simon, even if it was the one that he had hoped he wouldn't get. Silence. Not for the first time Ted took the initiative, "Of course, it might just have been a joke... not that funny though if you happened find somebody had stolen your pants.. eh, Simon?" Simon looked startled out of his wits! He did his best to sound cheerful, "No, no but I `spose... uumm.. as Art didn't have anything nicked, well he would find it funny!" "You certainly know your brother don't you?" said Ted. Linda smouldered quietly, how could stealing underwear possibly that be funny? And, some poor mother had to buy it in the first place! "Now," Ted continued trying to keep the peace, "Simon you can help mum with the clearing up as I want to have word with Art about that project which I hope he has finally completed and is ready to hand in." "Wot now?" Art looked up nervously, "Eerrr.." "Come on Art," Ted smiled and nodded towards the door, "let's go in the garden it's still nice out there." Was there was going to be more to this than the project? Yes, and Art knew it! "Sit here," said Ted indicating by his side on the garden bench, "first, that project you had to finish, you did actually do it? And, was it all right?" "I think so," said Art looking at the grass, "I did me best and I gave it in, but it ain't come back yet." "Now, to the point. After our last little chat are you coping better? Are you up todate with your work? Be honest." Art shuffled on the wooden bench, his seam of the cheap jeans cutting into his ass crack. He was dreading what was coming next. "Yer, dad I think so... yer I am... but why'd you ask?" "Because.. if you remember," Ted looked his squarely in the eye, "I said I'd think about what to do after all that uumm... very embarrassing episode with you masturbating in public and in your underpants. You can't have forgotten?" Art went red. He certainly remembered. "I ain't done anything since dad... only... well you know... only... here.. oh god.. honest.. really, I ain't and I won't, I promise." "Good. I should hope not." Ted again looked him in the face and smiled, "Don't panic about... uumm doing anything here, in fact I'd be worried if you didn't! Boy's do don't they?" Despite his embarrassed look Art still giggled "Yer!" There was no other answer to it. "It's the thought of you doing something outside again that really worries me and if you were ever to get caught." Ted continued, "Listen, you mother still knows nothing about that business and I hope she never will. But she has been talking to me again about something else and..." "Oh fuuu... I'm sorry dad... I ummm.." Art just dried up. "No! Oh god... wot's she said?" Ted put his arm on his shoulder, "You don't have to be scared of her... she worries that's all and I suppose she isn't as broadminded as I am. You know what I mean." "Yer, sort of. So wot's she said?" "How can I put this?" Ted drew a deep breath. "Look, for example I can see it's a bit funny that some boys had their pants pinched.. but she can't and she never will. Will she? That's just her isn't it?" Art nodded. "yer, `spose." "Now you know how she likes you to look smart and you have been giving her some of your washing lately. But..." Art nodded, he thought what might be coming next, but never that his father would actually be broaching the subject. He was most certainly not prepared for his father to be so direct! "Well," Ted coughed, "this is tricky Art, you ready?" Art nodded and grinned. "It's always tricky with me, innit?" "Yes! Always!" Ted smiled, "So do you also remember when we spoke last time we touched on the fact you might have a thing about masturbating in your underpants?" No, no, no. Not again! Art really wasn't ready for this and never believed Ted would say anything. Just the very mention of the word underpants had turned him bright red yet again. He couldn't possibly deny his intense interest, it was written all over his face and his father knew it. "Trust me Art." Ted's arm tightened around his shoulder, "And all that talk about having them pinched sort of prompted me to talk it through with you now." Art was staring at the grass, unable to move even if he wanted to. "You mum tells me that she has not seen any of your underpants for washing for ages and you know what she's like. And, I suppose after that thing about your school trousers and those uumm.. other stains, well I think she wants to keep tabs on you a bit more." "No, not that again! They been stolen dad! It's true." he turned and looked his father in the face. It was patently obvious he wasn't lying his face was red with embarrassment and there were tears forming in his eyes. This was nearing the end of a rather tortuous emotional road for Art and he was so relieved to actually say something to try to clear the matter up. "They have, I swear... I only got one pair... and it's been fuuc... oh shit!" "Never mind the swearing, what's happened tell me... where are they then?" "I though you'd taken 'em!" "Why? What, why would I?" Ted was puzzled. "I dunno." "So you've got just one pair?" Ted looked in disbelief, "Is that why you've got this thing about them.. and have been going out with nothing under your trousers then?" Art nodded, close to tears. "And some were pinched at school.. some days back, whoever it was, they took Nigel's I think as well." "So.." Ted was trying to understand quite what had happened, "so let me get this right.. some were taken at school earlier and the rest... went missing... here at home?" "Yer, I thought you or mum had taken 'em cause I was in such a mess and..." He stopped, a tear ran down his face. The answer was now obvious. "So if it ain't you.. it has to be..." "Simon!" They both said it! "I'll kill the little fucker!" Art looked about, "He's put me though hell!" "No you won't! Stop swearing." Ted gripped his arm, "There's no violence in this house and never will be." "But.." "Art, don't say anything for a whole minute. Sit here and calm down." He let Art compose himself. "Why, would he have done it Art?" "I don't know dad... maybe he thought it was funny.. I don't know.. I don't!" "So what's next?" said Ted thoughtfully. "Look, we can't have you knocking six bells out of him can we? Life ain't like that.. I wonder... there might be another way?" Angry as he was Art saw the point. "No, all right I won't touch him... promise. But he can't get away with it.. dad, he's bollocksed me right up! Hey. Another way.. wot d'you mean?" "Art, I know he's wound you up. But, think about it, if I tell him off it's going to start world war three isn't it? You know it, I know it and then mummy will know it!" "Oh shit! No, no!" "Stop swearing, you might be upset but it's not helping." "Sorry." The last thing Ted wanted was for this to develop into a huge family row especially since Linda had been chasing Art so much lately. Doubtless she had good reason but at times he felt she was a little too hard on the boys, as they were both going through the rather confusing stage of adolescence. "Look, I run the personal department at work and I deal with people all the time.. and y'know sometimes it's easier to play people at their own game." "Wot? I don't get it." Art was puzzled. "I mean you could teach him a lesson in return!" Ted looked at him and grinned. "But, if you do it this way you'd have to promise me that you would never hurt him, you can embarrass him so he knows he's done wrong, yes. But never hurt him." Now that Art had calmed down Ted was thinking that this way it might teach both boys a lesson in the politics of life and growing up! "Wot? Dad, wot you mean?" Art was intrigued. "Come on and think about it. We both now know he was the culprit.. but he doesn't know that we know does he? He's banking on the fact that you will never confront either him, me or mum so you will never know who did it in the first pace. Right?" "Wot?" Art grinned, "Yer.. I see.. so I could... oh... so I could pinch some his pants and see how he likes it?" "You could, that would be one way." Ted smiled. "Because whilst he may think it's you he's never going to ask is he, just in case it's not you! D'you get it? Because just you were duped, he might think it could also have been me or mum! Now I'm sure you could think up something else as a bit of a twist to this as well, couldn't you?" "Cor, that's clever innit! Hey, it's looks more fun than hitting the shit of him doesn't it!" Art grinned. "Stop swearing! But yes, it could be. And, it also means that you two will continue to get on.. doesn't it?" Ted raised a finger. "But Art, promise you won't touch him and you will tell me exactly what you have done if I ever ask? This is all on trust and if goes wrong everybody will know about it. You might say it's a lesson in life's rather rough politics!" Art thought, then smiled, "Yer all right, I promise... but first I'm gonna carry on as though nothing has happened and think about wot I'm gonna do." "Don't you let me down." Ted was started to get up and then sat down again, "One more thing." Art looked wary. "It's all right, you'll like this... I know you will!" Ted grinned, "I started out by saying that mummy was concerned that half your clothes seem to have gone missing." Art's face fell. "Mmmhh no, dad please don't go on about `cause.." Ted interrupted, "So one Saturday I'm gonna take you shopping." "Wot! You! But you've ain't never done that!" Art was amazed, this was new. "You see.. mum and I thought now that you have developed in many ways into a big boy," Ted paused and winked, "it looks a bit silly for mummy to buy all your clothes and so I said I'd take you." Art knew exactly what he meant, he blushed, "All my clothes... you mean like umm... like.." "If you're trying to say underpants, then yes, amongst other things! Plus," Ted grinned and put his hand back on his shoulder, "I think with your, shall I say err your, interest in them it will be less embarrassing for you." "Ummm wot interest? But I haven't got.. " Art knew he was embarrassed. "Don't say anything and I'll just put it down to your age! We do funny things now and again." Ted squeezed his shoulder, "Y'know I was in BHS the other day getting a shirt and saw some nice coloured ones, I thought we'd have look together, I might even get some myself!" "Oh.. uumm..." Art was lost for words. Not knowing whether to laugh or cry he just momentarily just held his fathers hand. This had not turned out as he had envisaged at all. Ted started to get up again, he coughed. "Come on then, before little Mr Nosey starts asking questions again. You go and do your homework... don't you let me down because I'll be watching you Well both of you. Got it?" Art nodded. "I got it and well, you know.. thanks. Oh dad, but wot about mum?" "Yes, I know you've got it!! Don't worry I'll say something to her, but don't you say anything it's safer!" How many boys had fathers that were like this one? Back in his room Art was so happy. He lay on his bed to think things through. At long last the burden had been lifted, plus there the bonus of a new understanding with his father and even the promise of some new coloured briefs into the bargain! He really couldn't get over the way his father had treated him despite his earlier misadventures and resolved never to do anything like it again. The situation with Simon was proving more difficult for him to resolve. For Art to decide the course of action he had to be guided by his brotherly love and to temper that with his fathers advice. Simon was younger with different values and obviously not so mature, maybe he had only started it as joke and it had just gone wrong. Art decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. Although, he should certainly be taught a lesson that he wouldn't forget and Art liked his father's idea that Simon would be unsure as to who was giving him that lesson! Besides, Art thought Simon was so cute and it would be a dreadful shame to destroy the intimate sexual relation and trust they had so recently built up between them. Eventually, Art concluded that Simon had attempted a practical joke that had gone badly wrong and he didn't know it, but was shortly going to learn from his mistakes! However, all wasn't entirely well with the world as there was still the other unsolved little mystery of a class full of boys who were missing their underpants! From what Art had guessed so far that particular mystery wouldn't take too much effort to solve and then Simon would really benefit if both corrective lessons were rolled into one! Besides, Art did hold something of a trump card in that Martin had become very friendly, intimate even, with Tom, Alex and no doubt very soon Simon. It didn't look as though Simon could have carried out theft on his own so with Martin able to supply any useful information gleaned from within the younger boys camp the next few days promised to be quite interesting! The other thing Art decided was that he would make absolutely sure that Simon's part in the great underwear theft was to be kept well away from their parents. ======================================================= Chap 33 to follow - remember holidays may interrupt the postings!