Date: Tue, 08 Dec 2009 18:02:20 +0000 From: Tom Subject: Brief encounters chap 45 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 *************************************************************************************************** Beware the odd postings, I am a touch busy at the minute, but will try to keep up the weekly or at least fortnightly postings. As ever all comments welcome. ************************************************************************************************** Chapter 45 – If dreams cum true Art had had an incredibly exciting morning. First, his very understanding father had taken him shopping and bought him some of the coloured briefs which he had been dreaming about for months. And, if that wasn't enough it had been followed by the highly sexually charged meeting with Tom and Alex. The combination of those two events meant that by the afternoon his cock which had been solidly erect since getting out of bed that morning was really beginning to ache. However, since he had another escapade already planned for the afternoon there was going to be no let up on the erection front. If anything his situation was destined to get worse since Nigel was also involved! First though, he needed a selection of accessories to heighten the experience and they were hidden under his bed. The act of bending down to reach right under the bed and drag out the bag wasn't helped by his new tight briefs which appeared to constrain more erectional movement than his baggy old Y-fronts would ever have done. Listening to make sure nobody was on the landing outside his room he put the bag on the floor and opened it to be greeted by the distinctive smell of adolescent boy, stale sweat and a hint of semen. The semen was mainly the product of his own nocturnal contributions when trying on many of the pairs of underpants that once had belonged to his classmates. Looking through dirty white briefs he mused on the fact as to whether Simon, who had originally stolen them had yet discovered the bag had in turn been stolen from his room! Delving through the bag he grunted in satisfaction when he found what he wanted and threw three of briefs onto his bed, stuffed everything else back in and returned the bag to it's hiding place as far back against the wall as it would go. Next stop was the chest of drawers where he rummaged around through all the odd coins, bits of string, broken pencils, sweet wrappers and other clutter that lived on the top until he found what he wanted. Finally, sitting back on the edge of the bed clutching the nail scissors, the inside of each pair of briefs was carefully examined in turn although sniffing them was rather unnecessary, but nevertheless quite fun! That certainly didn't help his erectile predicament and only served to start his cock throbbing again as he set about his task which was to make an inch long slit in the seam to the rear panel of the briefs. Finally, when all three pairs had been attended too he carefully folded two pairs up as small as he could and put them on the bed to take with him later to Nigel's. The third pair, which he had chosen to wear, were the St Michael brand. Still wondering who had been wearing them before, he unbuttoned his jeans and letting them fall slowly to the floor he stood there admiring his new red briefs. By now they were looking the worse for wear as his engorged cock was desperately trying to escape from it's confinement and had created a large wet spot which had spread to the numerous blotches of dried cum that had resulted from his earlier encounter with Tom and Alex! Pulling the thin red waistband away from his body he peered down over his rounded stomach and into the pouch. Art was typically complacent about his appearance and neither the smell of seminal fluid nor the extremely red looking head of his much abused cock indicated to him that he was either seeing or even smelling anything untoward. With some difficulty he managed to kick his jeans off without bothering to remove his shoes, reaching around for the white briefs he started putting them on so they would be on top of his new red ones. That in itself only encouraged him to start his hands groping his bum whilst staring in the mirror and tracing the outline of the new briefs beneath the white ones. Gratified that the cut of the red ones was far superior to the white briefs that most boys wore, he put his jeans back on and patted the straining fly. Nagged by the constant erection he hoped it wouldn't be too much longer before he could cum again and putting the neatly folded briefs in the pockets he set off for Nigel's house. Nigel, in the meantime driven by thoughts of what was planned with Art had become so excited that he couldn't wait for Art to arrive at his house and had walked to the corner of the street to wait for him. Leaning casually against a lamp post with one hand deep in a pocket Nigel was producing a constant dribble of precum so much so that the lining of his pocket was feeling very slimy from what had been absorbed from his saturated briefs. Finally he caught sight of Art meandering rather awkwardly towards him and hurriedly walked up to greet him. "Wot's up, you limping or something?" Art grinned. "No. I'm fine, I got some me pants and they're a bit tight! I'll show 'em to you when we gets there." "Wot? New pants... wot are they?" Nigel now had both hands in his pockets and it was quite obvious to Art what he was doing with them. "Wait and see." Art grinned. "They Y-fronts or wot?" asked Nigel insistently, it never occurring to him that they would be anything else. "Now bloody wait! And leave it alone! Fuckin' hell, the front of yer jeans is all wet!" said Art in astonishment. "The sooner we get there, the sooner we can.. I mean, you still want to do it, don't you?" Nigel grinned back and nodded, "Fuckin' right I do! We've talked about it enough, so I've been practising!" "Wot! Why? How? Come on then tell me." Art started walking. It seemed Nigel had taken it very seriously. "Well, as it's for you," said Nigel, "I had a bath last night and.." "Dirty fucker! How many times?" interrupted Art guessing what was coming next. "Twice.. and I washed me bum out as well!" "Out? Wot!" Art was starting to giggle, "You mean.. inside and out?" "Yeah, I just fuckin' said it, didn't I? I did it for you." Nigel glanced at the floor, for once it was him that was seemingly a little embarrassed. "Oh. Wot for me?" Art was rather touched. "Yeah. Well, it's wot we been talking about doing for ages, innit?" "I `spose we have." "You're me best mate, so I'm gonna let you... you know you can do it to me." Nigel caught Art's eye and for the first time he actually appeared to blush. He paused, putting his emotions into words just wasn't his forte. "I mean, we're gonna do it to each other. Oh fuckin' hell Art, I can't talk about things like this.. I just mean... I just wanna to do it with you!" For a few seconds Art had that funny feeling again. Nigel had evidently thought this to be a turning point in their friendship. He felt very attached to Nigel and wanted to hug him right there. That could be too emotional for both of them and anyway he was going to be holding him later anyway. Instead Art purposely made eye contact and smiled as only he could. That had much the same effect and demolished Nigel's remaining emotional defences. "Art, don't! Don't look at me like that!" For once Nigel was nowhere as strong as he appeared. Purposely breaking eye contact, he tried to move the subject on and Art, by now feeling almost as vulnerable emotionally didn't object. "Oh fuck.. so... so.." Nigel stammered, "well I just fuckin' hope you've had a bath as well!" Art grunted, it was all he could do with large lump in his throat. Nigel looked back at him and tried to sound stern. Failing miserably the tone of his voice was that of affection and not disaffection. "I know you, you're a filthy bugger you don't change yer clothes and... and.. you don't fuckin wash yer cock or anything!" Art blushed and looked at the pavement. It was all true. "So.. I mean, just for me... for once you have, haven't you?" asked Nigel falteringly. "I mean, it's like our big day.. innit?" "Ummm.. you mean.. have I.." "Yes, oh fuck.. I want you dirty or not!" Nigel blushed when he realised what he had inadvertently blurted out. "Oh fuck.. Art, I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to.. oh fuck it! I've said it! Fuck! Fuck!" The words `I want you' rattled around in Art's head, they walked for another three paces in silence. Nigel was convinced he had said too much and had pushed the moment past the point of mere friendship. Up till then sex was an act of sheer lust, it was a laugh, it was adolescence, it was all about masturbation, it was what fifteen year old boys did be it solo or together and usually incessantly. That was until now, as the friendship had deepened to the point where it was placed on a wobbly emotional footing which wasn't really understood by either of them. "Yer, right. You've said it.." Art sounded quite lost, "you've fuckin' said it all now!" "And.. oh fuck!" Nigel's voice tailed off when he saw Art just looking at him wide eyed. "Nige, I just hope it's not too big... you know.. `cause it's a lot bigger than mine!" Art was desperately trying to give him the answer in his own inimitable, if naive way. "I've been thinking, it wouldn't hurt me bumhole would it?" Nigel wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and hoped Art hadn't seen the tears that had formed in the corners. He couldn't help himself, it had been that look. "You daft cunt!" Then he started to giggle. "Wot! D'you think I might split you!" Art gulped at the thought of Nigel's bloated cock, maybe sex wasn't all fun. Would it really hurt, that had never occurred to him? Maybe something about the size of young Tom's prick would be more appropriate for a first time! Nigel's cock was frighteningly huge in comparison. "Anyway, did you wash?" asked Nigel blinking. Not that he really cared now as the question helped to move on from the intense emotions it had generated between the two of them. Art looked and felt very guilty. He knew what they had planned to do was a leap into the unknown and Nigel had obviously thought about it and taken it very seriously, whereas in his usual slapdash manner he hadn't bothered. "You ain't have you?" Nigel guessed he hadn't, but by now he didn't care. "Well, now.. now, I `spose I just didn't want to put me cock up yer shitty bum!" "Umm.. course I did." Art replied looking very embarrassed and sounding less than honest, knowing full well that he hadn't had a bath for days. "But, I've done it twice this morning, so I might be a bit.. uumm.. sticky like!" "Which? You've crapped or you've wanked twice.. or both!" asked Nigel before dissolved into a fit of laughter which helped him break the tension. Art went bright red. "Wanked, I mean." "You are a dirty fucker!" Nigel was still laughing. "So yer bums clean, but already yer all covered in cum? That right?" "Yes!" Art remained red then slowly realising how ridiculous the conversation was becoming he started to grin. "You bastard, you're fuckin' winding me up!" Nigel laughed again and jumped out of the way of the hand that had been aimed at his backside. "Hey, come here. Guess wot?" said Art, "I didn't wank by meself either, well not the second time." "Wot!" Nigel quickly moved back by his side. "Who with then?" Art paused. "Tom and Alex!" "Fuckin' hell! Wot, both of 'em!" Nigel stopped walking in surprise. "You lucky sod!" "Yer, and Simon watched! Come on and I'll tell you all about it." Art grinned and started to walk on, life was good again. Really good and he hoped was shortly going to get better still. Back in the park Barry and Robbie had been closely studying the boys playing football on the grass just below their vantage spot. Or, to be more precise they had been staring at the ones who had worn shorts and were trying to assess who was wearing what, if anything under them! In between ogling the players Robbie had also been attending to Barry. Having the advantage of previous hands-on experience he had successfully brought Barry to a dry orgasm through the open fly of his jeans by pushing his hand past the elastic to get inside the blue briefs. In turn Barry had forced a hand up the leg of Robbie's between the shorts and his briefs to slowly and deliberately run his fingers up and down his hot crack as Robbie humped the grass beneath him. It seemed a very pleasurable way for them to pass the time as they followed the movements of the boy with the light brown hair who they thought had all the signs of an erection that wouldn't go down! Running for the ball his shorts would tighten around his buttocks allowing the outline of his underpants to become quite visible, it was however, the moment when he bent over to retie his laces when his shirt rode up to reveal the white of his briefs that really excited Barry. "Look.. look." Barry whispered and nudged Robbie. "He's got white pants on." "Well that's obvious innit?" replied Robbie, "With them white shorts if he was wearing anything else they'd have shown though wouldn't they?" "I `spose." "You daft bugger!" said Robbie. "If you wore white shorts I'll bet I could tell what colour pants you had on?" "Yer, right I `spose. Anyway I reckon I've seen him at school, I think he's in the year above." "Hey, at school, you ever seen anybody with anything coloured like under their shorts for games or that?" asked Robbie for whom over the last few months, the subject of underwear had become something of an obsession. He desperately wished he was with Barry in the senior school. Barry shook his head. "Nah. I'm the only one! A couple of mates in me gym class have noticed that I have. I've seen 'em staring at me bum, but nobody's said nothing. Pity, `cause if they said something I could ask 'em about wanking and that!" "I would, if I was there!" "Yeah, well you would! Nobody in me class says anything about willies or that, if I ask 'em they just goes red and don't say nothing!" Barry grinned. "So like them, I just plays with it through me shorts under the desk!" "Well I'd play with it for you! Oh hang on.. look he's off again." said Robbie nodding his head down towards the players. Unaware that he was being talked about Joe had finished tying his laces and stood up. Hastily looking around at the other players to be sure they didn't notice, he quickly pushed his hand down the front of his old shorts, adjusted his erect cock and pulled his T-shirt in front to disguise the bulge. "Cor, I'd do that for him!" said Robbie. "Wonder what he's wearing?" "Dunno, but I reckon he's had it caught in 'em!" replied Barry. "Look it's hard innit? See the front of his shorts they're all poking out!" "Now he's trying to hide it again!" said Robbie excitedly craning forward. Once surrounded by the other boys Joe had felt his cock start to swell and hoped his untimely erection wasn't going to be too noticeable, he glanced down to see just how obvious it really was. Undoubtedly there would be no hiding the fact his old shorts were full to bursting with an erection that was probably there for the duration of the game. The real cause was the sight of a pair of delightfully tight, white shorts which would have fitted Tom perfectly, but as it was they seemed a little too small for the fourteen year boy called Andy who was stitched into them. Other than meeting him for the last couple of weeks at the park, Joe didn't recall seeing him at school and knew little about him except that apparently he was a friend of one of the other older players. As it was, Joe was fascinated by the very obvious outline of the briefs under Andy's shorts and was trying to craftily watch him as he moved about. In a previous game he had caught a tantalising glimpse of what was beneath the shorts when Andy had once tripped over, Joe had been very surprised to see his briefs looked like the Aertex ones that he wore. If that was the case, then it would be nice to know that maybe he wasn't the only boy in the whole world to have to wear the horrible things! In any event, if he handled it right it develop into an opportunity to compare notes, if not underpants! "D'you reckon he's in the same class as Brian?" asked Robbie staring at Joe who was in turn watching Andy. "Dunno, could be. Looks the same age." "We could ask him!" said Robbie rather naively. " `cause I don't want Brian to be laughed at, he won't know wot to do." "You daft sod" Barry grinned. "Wot and ask him if he saw yer brother wanking in front the whole class?" "I `spose not. He's just gonna have to be brave ain't he?" said Robbie finally realising that Brian would have to find his own solution to the problem. "Yer, he will. But you gotta warn him that everybody knows now." said Barry thoughtfully. "That's only right innit?" "Course." Robbie nudged Barry. "Hey look... him with the tight shorts is gonna do something to the one with the hard on.." "Wot?" "Look at him, he's going for him!" They watched as Andy who had been chasing the ball looked furtively around, gave up on the ball and veered off to the left, set it appeared on a deliberate collision course with Joe who had been adjusting his cock and was facing away from him. "Wot the fuckin' hell!" exclaimed Joe in surprise as he fell totally winded to the ground. "Oh shit.. I'm sorry.. I missed the ball and fuckin' tripped!" said Andy as he landed heavily on top of Joe who was now spreadeagled on the grass face down. "Oh no.. oh fuckin' hell!" It was only when Joe managed to twist his neck and see who was on top of him that the thought flashed through his mind that this may not have been an accident. "Keep struggling as though you're trying to get up." hissed Andy into Joe's ear as he continued to pin him to the ground. "Wot?" Joe was panic stricken, what was going to him happen next. He tried to look up again. "You been fucking looking at me ain't you? Looking at my shorts!" Andy turned Joe's head so it faced back down to the ground. "Just keep your fucking head down!" If Joe could have seen Andy's face he would have realised he wasn't as angry as he sounded, but was thoroughly enjoying the charade. "I ain't.. I ain't.." "You fuckin' have, you been looking at my shorts, I've seen you, you little fuckin' wanker!" "No I ain't.. I ain't.." "You fuckin' have, wot is you want?" Before Joe could say anything else he felt a hand being forced roughly between his legs and up under him to push it's way up the inside leg of his shorts. Andy grabbed the front of Joe's briefs and squeezed the hard cock contained in the soft cotton mesh whilst Joe began to feel very vulnerable when he realised that something hard was also being forced rhythmically into his thigh. "He's got his hand up his ass!" exclaimed Robbie staring at the two boys on the grass. "Like this!" replied Barry who's hand was still in the blue shorts as he started to rub Robbie's twitching cock towards yet another dry orgasm. "Well so you have gotta little hard on have you?" said Andy feeling all around the outside of Joe's briefs. "Ummm.." "You gonna have a little wank when you gets home?" By now Joe's red face would have scorched the grass if it were possible. He didn't, he just couldn't answer. "And.. you got yer Aertex pants on!" said Andy loosening his grip on Joe's cock . Joe didn't know what to do. Andy wasn't much bigger but was evidently stronger and seemingly angry, so was he going to hurt him or what? "Listen you little wanker.." Joe grunted in acknowledgement. "Now when I get off you, you gotta fuckin' stand up and look normal." said Andy sounding quite stern. "But first.. you gotta realise you can't go round looking at my ass unless I see yours!" Just as he said it, he grabbed the legs of Joe's shorts and with one firm tug pulled them right down to Joe's ankles! "I was right Aertex! Now fuckin' get up!" At that moment, courtesy of Barry, Robbie reached his fourth dry orgasm of the day! They watched spellbound as the obviously embarrassed Joe stood up, his mesh briefs on display complete with the lump at the front which was joined by what appeared to be an erection now sprouting in the front of Andy's shorts! Almost tripping over and struggling to his feet Joe certainly looked as though he had been caught out and felt totally humiliated. Looking around to he scrabbled to pull his shorts up in front of Andy who was just staring impassionately at the rapidly decreasing bulge in Joe's that pee stained briefs. "Well, you little wanker.." Andy looked Joe in the face and then paused, "you need a lesson don't you?" Joe nodded, swallowed hard, he could feel the cold sweat. The obvious temptation was to run away there and then. "Well." said Andy and paused. "So d'you think we're the only two boys in England who wear Aertex pants?" "Wot?" Joe looked puzzled and didn't know what to say. Whatever was coming next, this was making no sense and he was really expecting to be thumped. "Well, are we?" That was as much as Andy could say before he doubled up with laughter as Joe just continued to stare blankly. Finally, after what seemed like an age Joe realised that he had been well and truly duped. "You bastard!" ################################################################ Chap 46 to follow