Date: Mon, 10 Aug 2009 09:29:27 +0100 From: Tom Subject: Brief Encounters Chapter 33 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 are 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 I was going to say something else but I have forgotten! **************************************************************************************** Chapter 33 – A hard lesson The next morning in common with thousands of other boys Tom awoke with a raging erection and couldn't decide whether to attend to matters then and there, or after he had been to the bathroom for a pee. There was definitely something of a link which connected the full bladder with the need for a morning wank! He couldn't quite work it out but it certainly tied in with a line of thought that Simon had mentioned after he had been watching the first year boy who had inadvertently wet himself in the playground. This was going to need to further investigation! The desperate need for a pee won and so with his pyjamas tenting he hurried off to the bathroom thinking that he might be able to fit in a quick wank after getting washed. However, what he didn't bargain for was to meet his father coming out of the bathroom, who smiled disarmingly as he couldn't fail to notice the very prominent bulge in Tom's striped pyjamas! Tom blushed as he hurried past, somehow the thought of self abuse now that his predicament had been obviously been observed didn't hold quite the same attraction so he merely cleaned his teeth and returned to his bedroom to get dressed. In the neighbouring village somebody else who had a similar, but now routine problem was Art who was actually awake some fifteen minutes before his alarm was due. After carefully listening for a few seconds to ascertain if anybody was moving about upstairs he pushed the bedclothes down and grasped his swollen cock through the fly of the cum starched pyjama trousers. Closing his eyes, he allowed his other hand to snake down between his legs to massage rub the area just behind his balls, gradually his fingers worked their way backwards until they were tracing the hairless ring of his bumhole. Arching his back, he withdrew his hand and brought it up to face, he quickly looked at it before sucking on two fingers and returning them, dripping wet with saliva to their task. On the other side of the four and a half inches of brickwork that separated the two bedrooms was a very unhappy Simon. The bag full of stolen briefs which he had so jubilantly emptied into his bed the previous day had since proved to be his complete and utter downfall! Since coming home from school he had had no time by himself to properly examine the contents, consequently all through the evening he had been nursing and hiding an erection of monumental proportions whilst dreaming of what lay in store! By the time he went up to his room for bed his sore cock was already very painful and although he didn't know it, destined to get worse, not better! Putting his school bag behind the door to hinder any possible intruders and wearing only his pyjama jacket he got into bed. There, he found that he was surrounded by the stolen underpants and just as had Tom predicted it was indeed underwear heaven complete with an aroma of pubescent boy! Despite the state of his cock, Simon inspected and then tried on every pair of briefs in his bed and occasionally attempted to masturbate but found it really far too painful. The end result was that his cock which had now been fully erect for several hours and had been forced in and out of innumerable pairs of briefs making it so inflamed that he could barely touch it. Finally, at well past midnight, the combination of thoughts of boys in their stained underwear and sheer physical exhaustion took it's toll. He just fell asleep on top of the his hoard! Whilst his body may have craved rest, his brain was still whirring away and his erection, which was as hard as it had ever been, still waiting to be resolved. After all the stimulation it was inevitable what the result would be, a major nocturnal emission! The problem was that poor Simon's cock had already been subjected to considerable abuse well beyond it's perceived pleasure limit and the savage humping that he unconsciously gave it during that very first wet dream ended up bursting the blister that had developed. Exhausted and unaware of his ejaculation, he had continued sleeping on his stomach his face buried in a pair of particularly stained briefs to be woken at around six o'clock by the stinging sensations from his very painful erection. In his a half-awake state he tried to inspect matters under the bedclothes with a fading torch and found to his surprise that he was wearing somebody else's a rather stained and ill fitting pair of Y-fronts. But what really shocked and frightened him was that it looked as though there was blood mixed with the wet semen inside the briefs. It was then that he really woke up! Having absolutely no idea what a wet dream was he couldn't understand what had happened and that, plus the sight of blood totally petrified him. Gingerly he got out of bed and crept painfully over to pull a curtain back, then he pulled down the briefs, kicked them off and forced himself to look. Amazingly his cock was still erect and neither felt nor showed any sign of going down at all, it looked very sore and felt just awful! The blister on the head had burst, so what with the dried blood and skin being literally rubbed red raw in places he was now alarmed of the consequences of his actions. Certainly he would need to seek help and that would mean somebody looking to see what he had done! Frightening! Whatever the consequences he knew he had to hide the immediate evidence so slowly he collected up all the underwear, put it back in the duffle bag and stuffed it as far under his bed as he could reach. Putting on his pyjama bottoms he retreated back to bed and tried to reason what to do. It was obvious that he needed some medical help and the only person who he could remotely approach was Art, even the very thought of his parents finding out was too much to contemplate! Exhausted, he eventually dozed off again, having forgotten that today also held the promise of a double lesson in the gym! Since he could now barely walk down the stairs when dressed that was indeed going to be a treat in store! Miraculously Art had managed to catch most of the cum in his hand and was just licking off the last few drops when he heard Simon's alarm clock though the wall. Feeling really happy and contemplating what new briefs he would get at the weekend it seemed as good a time as any to get up, even if it was earlier than usual! By now he was bursting for a pee so he hopped out of bed and headed for the bathroom, his pyjama jacket disguising the bulge in his trousers. Coming back to his room he crossed Simon on the landing and was on his way to the bathroom. It would have been an understatement to say that Simon didn't look at all happy! "Wot's up?" asked Art, "You look awful." "Nothin.." "Oh, well if it's nothin' then it's OK innit?" Art grinned. "Yer, `spose!" Simon sounded very dejected. "Well.. tell yer wot," Art could sense there was certainly a problem of some sort, "so, if `spose you think it's something and not nothin' then knock on me door." "Yer. Right." Simon limped painfully on towards the bathroom. Unless he could somehow cocoon and protect his cock the prospect of wearing any clothes that would remotely rub on it was inconceivable! Back in his room Art quickly got dressed and was about to go down to breakfast when Simon tapped quietly on the door and hobbled in still wearing his pyjamas. "It's not nothin' then? Is it?" "No." Simon looked as though he was going to burst into tears and sat very gently on the bed. "Come on, or Mum might be up here." said Art, "Tell me wot is it?" "Uumm..." Simon slowly stood up and just dropped his pyjama trousers. "Fuckin' hell!" Art's eyes were on stalks. "Wot the fuck have you done?" "I don't know!" Simon sniffed. Art bent down and looked. And looked. And, then looked again. "Fuckin' hell!" Even by Art's reckoning this had taken the phrase `self abuse' to a level way above the gold standard he had even set for himself! This was platinum. "You daft cunt!" "Hhmm.." "Well wot you gonna do?" In utter amazement Art looked again, "It's fuckin' raw! You got that Germolene stuff?" Simon shook his head in despair, "It's all gone!" "Shit! You fuckin' idiot! So you gonna tell Mum?" "No! No! No!" Simon went white at the very thought of it. "Don't go on at me!" "Well, wot else can I do? I can't do anything. Can I?" Art looked at him, "You need a fuckin' doctor or something!" "Wot about Dad... he might not have left for work yet." "I don't know," Simon was getting close to tears, "but he'll have to look won't he?" "Of course he fuckin' will you twit!" "Oh fuck... will he laugh?" A tear ran down his face. "Doubt it.. he's really good at things like this." Art spoke from experience. He put his arm round his shoulder, "Shall I go get him before he goes to work?" Simon nodded and wiped his eyes. Was growing up really meant to be like this? "You're early," Ted was surprised to see Art coming into the kitchen, "what's gone wrong?" "Umm... Dad.." Art looked at his mother, somehow she guessed it was going to be man talk and turned away. "Dad, It's tricky." Art beckoned by the doorway. "Come on, tell me." Ted got up and headed for the hall. At the bottom on the stairs he asked, "Please don't tell me it's you in trouble again... is it?" "No." Art grinned, "It's not me it's..." "Simon?" Ted looked at him quizzically, "Simon... what? You haven't done anything... I mean what were talking about last night?"" "No, no. You'd better come up and see." Art blushed a little, "He's done something really silly!" "Where is he? Is he hurt?" Heading up the stairs Art said, "I'll show you, he's in my room. He's pretty upset." Ted followed Art into the bedroom wondering what on earth he was going to be presented with. Simon had pulled his pyjama trousers back up and was sat on the edge of the bed, he looked as though he might have been crying. "What is it Simon..." Ted looked at him. All his limbs appeared to be intact and he didn't look as though he had been in a fight or anything! "What have you done? What is the problem?" Croaking a barely inaudible "Nothin' !" he suddenly got up and threw his arms around his father taking him by surprise. "You got a funny way of saying nothing, Simon." said Ted holding him, "So what is it?" "Dad, I've hurt it.." Without any warning Simon suddenly dropped his trousers so that his blood stained erection sprung into view. Simon stood back, he felt absolutely humiliated, embarrassed, there were tears in his eyes. He prayed his father wouldn't laugh. "Jesus!" Ted was appalled, "What the hell have you been doing?" Simon didn't know what to say, looking at his father and remembering their earlier conversation he lamely said "Practising!" "You silly boy! You're meant to rub it.. not pull it off!" Ted managed a grin before pulling Simon to him and hugging him. "You silly boy! How?" Art was rather touched emotionally by the whole thing, everything seemed to be happening at once in his life. He couldn't resist grabbing them both, then wiping his eyes he announced he was going downstairs to keep their mother at bay and have some breakfast. As Art disappeared out of the room though his tears Simon said, "D'you know he's been so good to me.." "I know. But Simon, please don't go on about it. Not now." Ted was having trouble containing his own emotions. Pulling the pyjamas back up, he said, "Come on in the bathroom.. let's see what we can do." Inside the bathroom Ted knelt down and had a proper look, at least the bleeding had stopped. Maybe Simon had just rubbed the thing raw. "Dad..." said Simon in a voice that sounded as though he believed his father could work miracles. It wasn't just the embarrassment, he was really scared he might have permanently damaged his cock. "Dad, it won't... Dad, it won't go down! It's bin up since yesterday and all night!" "Stand in the bath." Ted looked around for some sort of receptacle. The only thing he could see was an old pink hot water bottle in the shape of a rabbit! Simon climbed into in the bath as Ted started to fill it right up from the cold tap. "This is going to sting... but, don't shout out or Mum will be up here as well!" Without any further warning Ted emptied the entire contents over Simon's cock. Sting it certainly did, Simon shuddered but the shock of the cold water performed the magic and his cock rapidly shrivelled. "It's down now!" Ted smiled. He seemed unflappable "Get dry and I'll have another look, then we'll find something to make it better." Despite shivering, Simon was amazed, "But.. Dad.. how d'you know wot to do?" Handing him a towel he laughed, "We did it to someone as a joke when I was at school!" "Oh no! School!" Simon had forgotten all about it, "Dad... Dad.. I got games!" "Don't be stupid, you can't play games. I'll write you a note." Ted was concerned that looking so sore, healing wasn't going to happen overnight. "But are you going to be alright at school? Looks to me like it's going rub in your shorts even just walking about normally." "No, no, I can't stay home!" Simon started to panic again. "Mum.. Mum would have to know... wouldn't she?" Ted nodded, "I suppose so.. but, she needn't see it." "No, please no. Dad, no! Don't tell her." "Alright, calm down. Go back to your room and I'll find some ointment, I think we've got some Germolene somewhere." Not admitting that he had used all the Germolene, Simon wrapped the towel around his waist and walked carefully back to his room. Certainly it felt better now the erection had subsided. A couple of minutes later Ted knocked and entered his bedroom. "I can't find the Germolene and times marching on if you want to get to school. I've got some Savlon antiseptic, it's not as good but will have to do... I'll get Mum to buy something else today." "But telling Mum..." "Simon, stop it. I can't not tell her that have hurt yourself can I?" Ted raised his finger. "And, I'll tell her that it's a boy's problem and I will deal with it. Or you tell me what to say?" "Oh! Sorry, I `spose you gotta say something." Simon didn't sound particularly happy, but was there a choice? "But, I will not tell her how you did it.. or exactly what you have done. Right?" Simon nodded. "No." "Now, quick lie on the bed I want to have a proper look as it's been sort of washed!" Bright red with embarrassment Simon stared at the ceiling in silence as his father gently moved it around with the tip of his finger. "Well, apart from the fact it's pretty well raw in a couple of places and you have burst a blister I think you have got away with it." He sat up and smiled, "You must have practised for hours!" "Oh Dad!" Simon went from red to puce! "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that, it must be bad enough for you as it is." he smiled. "Do you want me to put the Savlon stuff on or you? And what are you going to wear?" "It's all right Dad, I'm past caring now!" he sounded so resigned. "You do it... you'll do it better. Please." "Are you sure?" Ted unscrewed the tube. "Well, OK and there's one more thing that I think would really help." "Wot?" "Uumm...do you think you can get through the day without... ummm.. an erection?" Simon blinked, "I'll try." "I know that could be tricky at your age, but it would really help." "Dad... please... don't go on about it! I'll try." "So what are you gonna wear? Have you got any loose pants.. I don't think it's going to help if it's in something tight. Maybe something a bit worn out?" Now his father was concerned what underpants he would wear! Whatever next! Simon just felt as though he was being treated like an eight year old again. The problem as he knew only too well was that he had brought it all on himself. His thoughts were soon interrupted when Art tapped on the door and put his head around. "Dad... Mum say's you are going to be late unless you get going." "Right, we're just finished." Ted stood up and looked at down at Simon with his cock plastered in white cream, "you be good and we'll have another look tonight." "Dad..." That was as far as Simon got. "Yes. I know" Ted leaned down and kissed him on the head. "I'm going to be late, but I'll say something to Mum and leave you a note for school. Don't worry!" "You all right?" Art moved over and look down, the angry red blotches were pretty obvious despite the white ointment. "You going to school or having a day off?" Seemingly unembarrassed Simon sat up and slowly put his feet to the floor, "I'm going. I got to. I can't stay here with Mum `cause she will want to know all about it won't she?" "Don't think so. Really." Art looked at him, "I told her you had a bit of boy's problem and she just smiled and said `I see' and that was it!" "Shit! That all?" He walked over to his chest of drawers and started looking through the drawers. "Dad said I ought to wear some old pants `cause they'll be loose and won't rub. I know, I'll bloody wear yesterdays, they're already covered in fuckin' Germolene so this won't make 'em any worse will it?" Even allowing for his earlier wank Art was starting to get another erection, the sight of Simon's appendage and the talk of underwear was proving a little too much so early in the day. "Right, well I gotta sort me bag out... I'll see you downstairs then for the bus." "Yer, Hey, it was lucky you got up early for once!" Simon smiled. "Uumm thanks..." "Right." It did cross Art's mind that maybe there was now no longer the need to extract retribution for problems he had caused him. Simon must have almost been through more than enough in the last twelve hours but, on the other hand he had brought that on himself! Martin was talking to Nigel outside the main entrance to the playground when Art appeared grinning all over his face. "Guess wot?" "Wot?" said Nigel, "You got up without having a wank?" "No!" Art shook his head. "Two wanks?" said Martin grinning. "Nearly!" Art rubbed his crotch, "It was fuckin' close! But.. it's that little brother of mine.. he's fuckin' worse than I am!" "No! Bollocks! Nobody is!" said Nigel looking surprised, "You're a filthy sod and you know it!" "Well bloody tell us then. Wot's he done to claim the title?" said Martin, his hand already in his pocket! "Two things..." Art looked around. "But you gotta promise you won't say anything to anyone... `cause it's only us three that will know wot I found out... you got it?" "Yer. I promise." said Martin. "Course I do." said Nigel, "Now wot the fuck is it!" "Come here." Art whispered "First I reckon it's Simon and his little fuckin' mates that nicked all them pants in the gym yesterday." "Wot.. the little fuckers! Cor, he fuckin' takes after you then!" Nigel was laughing, "Anyway, how d'you fuckin' know that?" "Well... would an old duffle bag stuffed full of fuckin' dirty pants be enough evidence?" said Art proudly. "I've seen the bag and I've seen some briefs in it and.. they ain't his or his mates, they're too big!" "Shit!" said Martin. "Wot! No, he couldn't have done it by himself." said Nigel, "Hang on.. so.. so, who would helped him?" "Now, the little bugger's as thick as thieves with Tom and Alex isn't he?" exclaimed Martin, "Hey.. d'you reckon is that why they didn't pinch our stuff then Art?" "Well they fuckin' took mine!" said Nigel making a face, "He needs a bit of sorting out!" "Right... but not today! I'll you why in a minute. Hey, I know for definite it was him who took my stuff as well." Art was scratching at a latent spot on his hairless chin. "I think Mart, it's time you got very friendly and got yer hand inside your little mate Tom's shorts!" "His pants would be better!" Nigel pinched Martin's bum! "Oh fuck!" said Martin sounding disappointed, "And I thought they were being genuinely friendly.. I like that Tom. Damn and fuckin' bollocks!" "Shit.. I forgot you fancied him!" said Nigel grinning. "Sorry.. sorry!" "No! No I don't!" said Martin indignantly. Then blushed. "Oh fuck! I do!" "Hey, I understand, I fancied second-year a few months back.. didn't I Nige?" said Art looking at the ground. "Yep!" Nigel grinned, "He used to tell me wot he'd do to him, but he never did!" Art put his arm round Martin's shoulder, "Wot about if you just let us know their plans and leave the business to us?" "I'd do that.. then I wouldn't sorta be doing the thing itself, would I?" Martin easily talked himself into it. "A sorta spy job then?" "A sorta double cross really, just like in them fuckin' war films.." said Art looking very mischievous, "See, `cause they're gonna have to think that you're working for them!" "Hey! And guess wot as well?" Martin rubbed the end of his growing cock through his pocket. "Well, wot?" "Nige, can I use that shed on the allotment?" asked Martin, "They wanted to meet maybe this weekend and.." "Wank?" said Art. "Hopefully!" replied Martin. "Maybe we could think of something and have 'em!" "Yer. Right." Nigel was thinking already! "I don't want to hurt Simon or anything. But they gotta know who's boss haven't they?" Art suddenly started laughing, "Hey.. and d'you know wot today is?" Nigel shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. "Fuck knows! Wot's today?" "They got fuckin' gym this afternoon ain't they!" "Wot? So?" then Martin's jaw dropped. "You mean..." Art nodded, "Fuckin' right.. we'll work out the details at morning break!" "Fuckin' brilliant!" Nigel was grinning from ear to ear. "Fuckin' brilliant!" "Hey, quick before the bell goes," Art pulled them all together, "now don't say a fuckin' word right? And listen, I gotta tell you wot that Simon has done to himself, he's gone fuckin' nuts!" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chap 34 to follow