Date: Mon, 02 Nov 2009 23:38:41 +0000
From: Tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief encouters  chap 42

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


Chapter 42 -- Final preparations

Martin had never dreamed that this particularly weekend was going to be as
exciting as it would turn out. Unaware that Tom and Alex were going to
invite him to the woodland gathering he was in fact thinking it was going
to be a pretty boring time. Consequently he had been a little disappointed
that none of his friends seemed to have organised anything and had thought
that later he might go and call on Nigel. With his mother working part time
in an office and having been asked to work the Saturday morning, it didn't
really help knowing that other than a few shopping errands he would be left
to his own devices.

Still, all that had one big advantage. It had given him the opportunity of
getting up late and being able to have the luxury of a leisurely wank in
bed without worrying about his creaky bed being heard! Naturally such an
opportunity demanded a special fantasy, so after considerable thought and
toying with his burgeoning erection he eventually decided what to do,
however he had to prepare himself first. Standing by the bed he slowly and
deliberately he teased himself dropping his pyjama trousers and fondling
his cock as he rummaged through the chest of drawers to find an old pair of
Y-fronts. His plan was simple. It was to ejaculate into the briefs with the
express intention of recreating the feeling of when he had first cum with
Art in the biology class. Then there was going to be the added excitement
of wearing them afterwards as he went shopping, that for him was a
particularly daring move and something he was very much looking forward to!

Back on his bed with one hand inside the fly and his eyes tightly closed it
didn't take him long to imagine the fingers of his other hand becoming the
fingers of Tom, Alex and even Art! They would be required to take it in
turn to find his prostate, but first of course, first those imaginary cocks
had to find their way into his briefs which involved further intrusive
exploration! And, once those imaginary fingers had completed their work it
was time to transform them into the respective cocks of the three
boys. Having managed to draw out both the fantasy and accompanying foreplay
to the tune of three fingers for the record time of nearly twenty minutes
he finally shot what was certainly one his biggest ever loads into the
stretched briefs and lay there for another few minutes to recover. Such was
the level of excitement that even when he got off the bed he was still
having thoughts of Tom and Alex and an erection to match! Carefully
dressing so that the cum laden briefs retained their precious cargo he went
down to the kitchen to find some breakfast wearing a striped T-shirt and
some kaki coloured shorts. The shorts certainly weren't picked for their
sartorial elegance as his mother thought they should have been thrown out
long ago! They were a relic of a short and unsuited spell in the scouts,
but were chosen by virtue of the fact that they were a lose fit which
nicely disguised his erection, plus that one pocket now had a rather large
hole in it!

An hour later feeling very proud of himself having returned home from
shopping without it being noticed that his erect cock had been slopping
around in the cummy briefs, he realised he had forgotten one last task for
his mother. It wasn't very arduous, simply to get a book of stamps from the
local sub-post office which was only a couple of streets away. Minutes
later he was walking back with the stamps and still harbouring his erection
which showed no signs of going down. Feeling incredibly turned on by the
slimy cotton now beginning to stick to his stomach the route home took him
past one of the entrances to the local park.

Hoping he might see somebody from school who he could possibly tell of his
erotic escapade he went into the park and looked about. Nobody. Somewhat
disappointed and feeling a little sapped from all the excitement, he walked
slowly over to a bench which was partly in the shade by a large bush and
plonked himself down. If nothing else it was a good chance to think about
what he thought he should be doing with himself. With the demise of his
hated stepfather, life was certainly an awful lot happier, something he had
noted his mother appeared to feel as well, that was definitely for the
best. School work itself seemed to be progressing, he was more or less
enjoying it and keeping up with the work. That only left his more intimate
thoughts to deal with.

He grinned when he thought of Art and Nigel, his hand slipped through the
torn pocket and under the worn elastic to feel his sticky foreskin pushing
on the damp briefs. Those two boys were in another world compared to
anybody else he had ever met, offering a genuine friendship and openness in
talking about sexual matters where he knew himself to be so dreadfully
naive. That of course brought him back to thinking about the ever
developing bond between the younger boys. That recurring topic was, if he
were to admit it to himself, something he kept trying to put to the back of
his mind. Those new found friendships and their emotional, not to say
intertwined sexual ties worried him. The bond between the boys of his own
age he could cope with as that all seemed part of growing up with them. The
attraction he had for the younger boys he still couldn't understand. The
word homosexual, whatever it meant frightened him.

However, that train of thought was soon interrupted. Out of the corner of
his eye he saw a boy, not much smaller than himself, probably about eleven
years old standing by the trunk of the largest of a clump of chestnut trees
and looking furtively round. The boy appeared at first sight to be lost had
obviously not seen Martin on the bench as it was obscured behind the
bush. Martin watched with interest and then it suddenly dawned on him when
the boy slowly started to pull up the leg of his shorts that he wasn't lost
but simply in dire need of a pee! All thoughts regarding his sexuality were
soon dissipated as unable to resist, Martin quietly stood up and grasping
his clammy cock through the pocket crept slowly over towards the boy in the
shadow of the bushes. Not that there was much to see since the boy was
obviously pulling very hard on his tiny cock to even get it below the leg
of his shorts so he could pee. Casting his mind back not that long ago to
when he did exactly the same it occurred to him that he had never seen any
boys peeing by pulling the top of their shorts down, or even undoing the
fly, they invariably pulled their willy down one of the legs!

By now he hoping for a closer look having already had a tantalising flash
of white material which he assumed were the boys underpants.

"Oi, wot are you doing!"

That had the immediate effect of the boy all but jumping out of his skin
and turning round to see Martin staring at him with his hand deep in his
pocket! In his fright he let go of his cock which instantly disappeared
back up inside his trousers still spurting pee. Obviously caught unawares
he froze for a few moments before running away at high speed, during which
time Martin was fascinated to see that the front of his pale shorts had now
turned a dark colour with the pee!

With the boy shooting off at high speed Martin was left with a hard cock
and the vexed question of what would it be like to wet himself? This was
new and possibly very sexy. Had either Art or Nigel ever tried it, that
certainly wouldn't come as a surprise to learn if they had, not that they
had kept quiet about. Definitely this was something to try out when he was
alone before he dared mention it to anyone else.

Unfortunately for Brian, his younger brother Robbie was still sharing his
bedroom. The redecoration of his own room having ground to a halt since
their father had been putting in extra hours at work due to staff
holidays. Overall the boys had been getting on quite well although Brian
having discovered that he could actually cum was now yearning for some time
on his own in his own room! He had purposely not mentioned anything to
Robbie knowing he would only pester him, besides which Robbie appeared to
have let the subject of masturbation drop of late. Whether he was still
listening out for signs of activity at night was a different matter though,
something of which Brian was fully aware. As a consequence he was hoping
that nobody would notice his innumerable visits to the bathroom both day
and night!

Of course Robbie had, but as yet he couldn't quite work out why!

"So wot did Tom and Alex want?" It was the third time Robbie had asked
since they had left to go to Simon's house.

"It's nothing to do with you, it's school stuff. I've told you that."
replied Brian by now sounding a little weary of the question. "Now shut up
about it!"

"Don't get pissy with me, I only asked."

"Yer, for the third bloody time!"

"Well fuck off!"

"Don't you tell me to fuck off!" Brian jumped up and lunged at his brother
who quickly sidestepped out of the way leaving Brian to fall on the floor
with a crash!

"Oh fuck!"

Giggling, Robbie turned to run out of the room as Brian hauled himself up
by the corner of the bed and reached out to try and grab him.

"You little wanker come here! I'll get you!"

"No! Get lost!"

Robbie was still giggling as Brian's hand reached up from the floor and
just caught the leg of his cotton shorts as he pushed past to get out the
door onto the landing.

"Come here, you little.."

By now Robbie was partly out of the door but Brian refused to give
up. Holding on as best he could and tugging with all his might it proved
too much for old elastic waistband which offered little resistance. Moments
later and somewhat dazed, Brian found himself sat on the floor holding the
shorts as Robbie projected himself onto the landing only to fall in heap
wearing just his white underpants and shirt. Seeing what had happened Brian
burst out laughing and firmly closed the door, putting his foot behind it
as Robbie picked himself up to discover he had left his blue shorts behind!

"Brian, let me in!" he said banging on the door in panic.

"No," replied Brian in between fits of laughter, "you get lost this time!"

"Please. Please.." sounding quite agitated Robbie's voice started going up
in pitch!

"Hope you got clean pants on... Mum will be up soon!" called out Brian
before collapsing against the door in laughter.

"You.. you..."

"Robbie what's going on?"

He froze, it was his mothers voice. She always heard everything, how did
she so it! His immediate reaction was to cover the front of his briefs with
his hands and pray she wouldn't come upstairs.

"Robbie.. what on earth are you doing, what's all that noise?" she called
up again.

"Yes.. Mum... wot?" he replied cautiously, standing back so she couldn't
see him on the landing from the bottom of the stairs.

"All that noise and banging!"

"Nothing... nothing.. I dropped ummm.. something!"

"Well never mind about that, come on down, Barry's here to see you. Didn't
you hear the door bell?"

"Ummm no." Panic stations. "Can't you send him up?"

"Yes, well all right." she sounded resigned.

Hearing her obviously now talking to Barry he rattled on the bedroom door.

"Brian... please... please... Barry's coming up... please!"

Still laughing himself Brian replied, "Well alright, but if you stop going
on about Tom and that or I'll do you!"

"I promise.. please open up!"

Brian purposely delayed for a few more seconds so that Barry would catch
Robbie without his shorts, on hearing the sounds of laughter outside
thought he had probably timed it to perfection and opened the door.

Barry and Robbie were the best friends at junior school and if it wasn't
for the fact that Robbie's birthday was few months behind Barry's they
would have gone on to the senior school together. As it was, they still saw
each a lot of each other every week, in fact in more ways than one, so to
see Robbie dressed in his underpants was no great surprise to Barry.

As Art had discovered in the toilet, Barry was utterly uninhibited when it
came to matters of the flesh and had secretly been encouraging Robbie
likewise so now they had little to hide from each other.

"Why's he in his pants then?" asked Barry grinning. "Has he been doing
naughty things?"

"We had a bit of a struggle and I pulled `em off." replied Brian waving the
blue shorts like a trophy from behind his back.

With his hands now hiding a tent Robbie looked guiltily between them and
hoped they wouldn't notice. Which they obviously both had.

"Brian, let's have me shorts.. please."

"Oh, I Dunno."

Brian looked at the lump Robbie was trying to hide. "Wot d'you think Barry?
Should I give 'em back?"

Barry put his hands deep in his pockets, something he had been doing
constantly since discovering the joys of dry orgasms with Art, the sight of
Robbie didn't help.

"Ummm I dunno."

Then shrugging his shoulders he threw Brian off balance by casually asking,
"D'you both wear white pants then?"

Brian nodded and then went a little red, he wasn't expecting that. "Wot!
Why?"

"Just wondered." replied Barry his right hand busy in the pocket. "I got me
navy blue ones on today!"

Navy blue briefs! It wasn't fair. Brian was seriously jealous and besides
Barry was only a first year!

"Me shorts, please!" asked Robbie again.

"Oh wait!" said Brian. Wishing he had some X-ray eyes and could see through
Barry's old jeans and what his hands were doing in the pocket!

Ignoring Robbie who was now almost hopping from one leg to the other in
desperation, Barry turned to Brian again.

"You in the same class as... wot's his name... Art?"

"Who?" Brian thought. "Oh, no.. isn't he a fourth year? Ah, course that's
right, he's Simon's big brother."

"Oh, so what year are you then?" enquired Barry.

"Second year."

"Right, so you're in the same class as ummm.." Barry appeared to think
hard. "I got it.. Alex.. and that Simon then, right?"

"Yer," Brian nodded, "With Tom and that lot."

"So yer only a year above me then?"  "I `spose."

Admitting that seemed to lower Brian's position in the pecking order,
something that didn't go unnoticed by Robbie..

"So last year then, you was a first year too then?" Barry seemed to be
rubbing the point in.

 Brian thought and nodded. "Why d'you ask?"

"Just wondered." replied Barry grinning.

"I want me shorts!" pleaded Robbie and poked Brian in the ribs.

Very unusually for Brian, an evil grin came over his face and he threw the
shorts so they landed on the far side of the bed meaning Robbie had to
remove his hands in order to climb on the bed to get them. That immediately
had Brian sniggering as he stared at the protrusion.

"Your willie's all hard!"

"Fuck off!" Robbie glanced down to see just how obvious it was. It was,
with a very pointy tent . His face coloured up.

Barry was also looking very interested and watched Robbie climb on the bed,
his bum tightly encased in the white cotton as he reached over to grab his
shorts. That was the moment Brian was waiting for, once Robbie had bent
over he felt two hands grabbing at his briefs, in no time they were pulled
them down around his knees. It wasn't so much the exposure of his white bum
that worried him, it was that his briefs were now quite obviously stretched
totally out of shape with one seam looking close to tearing. Instinctively
Robbie turned round to see who had done it and then inadvertently displayed
his hard cock which had Brian pointing and laughing at him.

"You sod!" he cried Brian who was dodging Robbie's flying fists!

"Nice little willy!" retorted Brian dancing about and laughing.

"You.. you.." Robbie was fuming. "Your's ain't that much bigger is
it... I've seen it!"

Barry tried not to laugh, brotherly love. However, the remark had struck
home as Brian, who always worried that his cock was a bit small looked a
little dismayed.

To make it worse, after struggling to pull his briefs up Robbie discovered
that after being stretched to double their size they wouldn't stay up and
promptly fell down again! After two failed attempts and utterly red with
embarrassment and muttering angrily at his brother he tried again, this
time pulling his shorts up simultaneously which fortunately trapped the
elastic waistband.

Sensing that Robbie was more than just a little upset Barry moved over and
whispered something in his ear which soon had Robbie smiling again and
looking over at Brian.

"Well, that's it, we're off to the park in a minute." said Barry, which
seemed a strange thing to say since the brothers were still very much at
loggerheads.

"Yeah, you can stay here and play with yer little willy!" said Robbie still
angry at being embarrassed in front of his best friend. He looked over at
Brian who had his hands in his pockets. "Started already have you?"

Visibly flustered Brian didn't know to say, he hadn't intended making
Robbie so angry, it had just been a spur of the moment thing that had got
out of control. Just what had Barry whispered that had brought Robbie
round?

"I'm sorry." he stuttered. Not being the most assertive boy in the room
this was all going wrong and with the two of them ganging up he felt
somewhat vulnerable.

"Why d'you have to do it front of Barry?" asked Robbie. "I reckon you got a
thing about looking at willy's? Yer always playing with yer own in the
bathroom!"

"No! I don't.. no `course not, it just sorta happened.. I didn't mean to."

Now red with embarrassment Brian dried up, lying wasn't really his forte
either. A serious altercation with his brother was the last thing he wanted
since they were still sharing his bedroom.

"Yer always in the bathroom.. yer wanking?"

"Uumm... no.. no.. how d'you.." the colour of Brian's face said it all.

"Well you show us yer willy then and that'll be the end of it!" suddenly
demanded Robbie much to Brian and even Barry's surprise.

It was at that point Brian realised that as the big brother, the deference
with which Robbie used to treat him had rapidly evaporated and he was now
considered more as an equal.

"Wot!"

"You heard! You made me do it.. now you do it!" said Robbie firmly.

No longer in control Brian was stunned and wondered if Barry had put Robbie
up to it. If they were treating him as equal then it was now two against
one, but on the other hand if it helped avoid a protracted brotherly war he
would do it.

"Get on with it. You do it, then we'll be quits and forget about
it. Right?"

Hands went into pockets in anticipation.

"Quits?" confirmed Brian shakily, "You mean.. that'll be the end of
it. Promise?"

"Yer." Robbie grinned as he delivered the coup de grace. "You don't have to
though, `cause I'll just tell Mum that you got all sexy like and tried to
pull me pants off trying to see me willy!"

"Wot! No!" Brian looked horrified. A bluff it might be, but to tell his
mother, under no circumstance, no! Certain death looked him in the face.

"Quits then." he croaked looking most unhappy.

"Get 'em off then!"

Rapidly going red in the face Brian fiddled with the button and then the
zip, eventually his jeans fell to the ground the white of his briefs just
visible beneath his shirt.

"Pull yer shirt up, then turn round very slowly."

"Look, look! His willy's going up!" Barry was already pointing and starting
to giggle. Unfortunately by the time Brian had turned full circle and was
facing them again it was easy to see that the humiliation process had
bulbous consequences.

"You got piss stains!" added Robbie excitedly getting closer and looking at
the fly.

To add to Brian's obvious embarrassment Barry moved over to join Robbie and
peered very closely at the bulge, he might as well have touched it! Now
scarlet, Brian just didn't know what to do, this wasn't helped on seeing
that it looked as though the two of them with hands in pockets had now got
erections as well!

"It's not nice is it?" said Robbie after a few seconds, he looked Brian in
the eye.

"No." Brian turned away to look at the floor. "All right, I shouldn't have
done it and.. and not in front of Barry."

"Well then, here.." said Robbie and pushed his hand at him, "all over now?
Right?"

Robbie's strangely adult gesture took Brian totally by surprise, he took
the hand automatically.

"Ummm... well... I `spose. But.."

It certainly had made Brian think. Looking very forlorn and nervous he
stood there quite unsure what was to happen next, the tent in his briefs
visibly deflating.

"See, I ain't a little kid no more, I'll be with you up in the big school
next term." said Robbie affirming all of his barely eleven years. "It ain't
long now."

"That's settled then! Right, now" said Barry interrupting, "Robbie come on,
we've gotta to go to the park."

"But.. but.. wot about..." Brian looked bewildered, not to say a rather sad
sight emphasised by his white legs with trousers crumpled up around his
feet.

Robbie walked back over, Brian shrank as he came up to him knowing that it
was now he had to show what little he had.

"D'you see, it's horrible innit? Being laughed at in front yer mates."

Brian nodded. The point was made only too well. Robbie looked quizzically
at him, there was something about Brian, it wasn't the confident older
brother he knew. Leaning forward he whispered in his ear.

"You look shit scared of us, wot's wrong?"

"I don't know." He certainly didn't feel himself. "It's all different."

"Wot is?"

"Different, you're not quite like me little brother any more, suddenly
you're..."

"Wot? Wot?" Robbie didn't understand, surely Brian was always going to be
his older brother. What he hadn't seen was the assertive change in
himself. It was as if in the last few minutes he had left junior school
behind and begun to stand up for himself against the older boys at the
senior school.

"I dunno, can't explain."

"Well, try.. later then, will you?" Robbie smiled. He was worried himself
now and didn't know what he had done. Clearly Brian was upset about
something and it wasn't just about the rough and tumble.

"All right." mumbled Brian, he needed to think it through.

"Come on," Barry interrupted again, "I want to get to park.. for you know."

Robbie looked over at Barry and nodded, then back to Brian and he whispered
again, "Hey, `spose we talk first and then we'll both show it at bedtime!"

The smile slowly came back to Brian's face.

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Chapter 43 to follow