Date: Wed, 06 Jan 2010 23:44:23 +0000 From: Tom Subject: Brief Encounters Chap 47 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 First, a happy and New Year and all that stuff to you loyal reader(s) and secondly enjoy the story, now read on... 47 -- Saturday comes "Ohh... ohh.. oohhhh!" Firmly grasping his weeping cock and attempting to suspend any movement in one final effort to stem the flow of semen that had been oozing forth, Ian had managed to keep the stop-start ejaculation sequence going for several enjoyable minutes. However, he knew that holding out for very much longer was virtually impossible and turned his head to sniff again at the dirty white briefs lying beside him on the pillow. They were the pair he had stolen from the changing room and hidden in his schoolbag, which were the very ones which he had told Art he didn't have! In fact, since that very exciting episode with Art and Nigel in the changing room his interest in boys underwear had rapidly taken off, to the extent he had even changed from his pyjama trousers into his Wolsey X briefs to add to the current excitement. At the time he hadn't entirely believed what Nigel had said, but now he understood exactly what he had meant when saying that handling another boys underwear was an incredible turn on and subject was now constantly in the back of his mind. The very worn and pee stained St Michael briefs he had hidden had become the source of innumerable fantasies as to which second year boy had owned them and what he had done in the. Now, having now been thoroughly inspected, sniffed and even licked by Ian, he intended to use them as a cum rag. So, with one hand slowly massaging his slippery cock and the other holding the dirty briefs he allowed himself to quickly sniff them just once more before wrapping them around his cock prior to the impending ejaculation. In his excited state he was losing touch with the reality of the Saturday morning and drifting off into fantasy land with Art and Nigel who about to capture and strip an entire class of second year boys! It was becoming a little too real and he moaned as another gooey string of precum dripped down to his stomach, whilst his legs involuntarily jerked heralding the long awaited climax. "Ian!" With no warning the bedroom door suddenly opened as his mother walked into the darkened room, peering through the gloom over towards his bed in the corner. "That groaning noise. Are you alright?" Under the circumstances his strangled response was predictable if not instant. "Ffffuuu...fffine.. I... umm.." "You mean fine? What are you doing up here in the dark. Let me draw the curtains, it's time you were up anyway!" It was the moment that every schoolboy dreaded. The moment. Categorically, the moment. Could there possibly be anything worse than being caught masturbating by a doting mother? No, basically! Nothing worse. However, the consolation was that at least she hadn't actually caught him with the bedclothes pulled back! Having her back to him whilst she fiddled with the curtains, he swallowed hard and tried to decide what to say, but was still unable to offer anything comprehensible by way of an answer. He just lay in the bed knowing that he looked deathly white, praying she didn't see the sweat breaking out on his face as the tremors of his tumultuous orgasm continued to rack his body. With his mother in the room it was perfectly understandable that this didn't feel like a normal orgasm, the hot burning feeling was missing although something was certainly happening deep inside him. Desperately wanting to grab hold of his pulsing cock, yet knowing he just had to resist all temptation he lay there trying not to shake the squeaky bed as his balls which had been so tormented pumped out enormous quantities of semen into his briefs. "Cramp.." he finally croaked, "it was cramp Mum." "Didn't know you got that." she replied in a very matter of fact way still trying to get the curtains to stay bunched up. His eyes becoming accustomed to the sunlight which now flooded the room, his heart missed a beat when he saw he was still holding the dirty briefs under his nose! In a split second he managed to push them below the bedclothes just before she turned around to face him. Being in the final throes of his orgasm he was still unable to control the muscle spasms and the bed creaked ominously as he felt another rivulet of warm spunk dribbling down between his legs. The thought of whether it was going to stain the sheets flashed through his brain but was soon forgotten when his mother, Alice loomed over him! "I was in the bathroom, getting the washing and heard the noise." she smiled, "Just wondered if you were alright. You do look a bit peaky." "Just cramp Mum." Despite the odd creaks from the bed Ian smiled as convincingly he could, it looked as though he was going to get away with it. If the sheets happened to get badly stained in the process that would be a small price to pay! "Anyway, while I'm here I'll take your dirty washing now that we've had the machine mended and I can get a wash on again." She looked around the room, "The repair man came late yesterday and fixed it. We've been nearly a week without it, lucky we got enough clothes to last isn't it?" "Yeah, of course." replied Ian lamely, there were far more important matters at stake than washing a few clothes. Immediately he was far more concerned with what now felt like a river of semen that was running down between his legs and possibly soaking through his briefs into the white sheet below. "There, that's what I want." said his mother eying the remnants of his school uniform lying on the floor in the corner. She picked up the grubby white shirt which exposed the grey trousers underneath. They were just as he had stepped out of them complete with his briefs still in position which were now displaying several ominous stains! "Oh." She actually sounded slightly embarrassed, gingerly pulling them out from the rumpled trousers she momentarily glanced over to him as she did so. Unable to see properly and not daring to move, it was not till he saw what his mother was holding that Ian realised that she was referring to his various bodily emissions! With that, the cold sweat which had initially taken hold started to rapidly evaporate as he turned to a brilliant shade of ultra embarrassed red. "You'll be getting up now then?" she said in a tone which left him no option. "Yeah, course Mum." he replied unenthusiastically whilst fervently wishing she would just go away somewhere and leave him alone. Why was him who had to have the most tidy, houseproud, prim and proper mother? Surely not every boy could be hounded as much by such a fussy mother, she even ironed his underpants to prove it! His father wasn't much better, he had given up the struggle for independence years before and just went along with what was demanded of him. Maybe, as Ian concluded some time before, that was why he worked in a boring office insurance job. Now, why couldn't he have had a father like Art's, who from what he had heard sounded such fun and had a great sense of humour! "Ah," she said seeing his pyjama trousers lying crumpled on the floor by the bed, "I might as well take those as well, while I'm here." Could the situation possibly get any worse? Yes. Unable to face what could be coming next Ian simply closed his eyes as she leaned down to pick them up. Hearing a rustling noise he cautiously opened one eye and saw her holding the grubby shirt and stained briefs under one arm whilst she just stared the pyjama trousers in the other. His worse fears were confirmed, it looked as though she had found the wet patch and finally realised that if she was holding his trousers then he wasn't wearing any! "Well.. umm.." Just for once she appeared lost for words and looking somewhat flustered headed rather quickly for the door without looking back. Whilst plucking up the courage to put his hand inside the very soggy briefs, Ian lay there for a minute trying to think how best to handle the situation. There was no way, he was just going to have to bluff it out. He also thought there was also no way his mother was going to reappear in a hurry, so he gently pushed back the bedclothes to be greeted by an overwhelming smell of fresh teenage spunk. The clean briefs he had put on only minutes before were now translucent and stuck to his still very erect cock. Looking at the sticky mess brought a wry smile to his face when he thought that this must have been his biggest load of cum of all time, although the downside was that it did appear to have coated everything in sight! With some trepidation he slid himself off the bed, the briefs sagging slightly under the weight of the discharge when he stood up. Looking nervously behind, the once brilliant white bottom sheet had indeed suffered a calamity of very worrying proportions with the floral pattern on the mattress showing through the wet cotton sheet. Life had to move on, particularly if his mother was still about, so in a series of very careful movements he managed to step out of the briefs. Standing there with his cock as hard as ever and his legs glistening in the sunlight with streaks of drying cum he was at something of a loss on how to clean up. However the first step was glaringly obvious and picking up the cummy briefs from the floor, he knew they were not to be ignored and were just waiting to be sniffed and licked! The fun part over he pushed them behind the chest of drawers to dry out, knowing only too well that his mother would be vacuuming the traditional hiding place under the bed, probably sooner than later! Next he had to clean himself up and since his striped pyjama jacket was already strangely damp in places, that served to wipe most of the slime from around his cock and balls. The jacket was in turn consigned to lie on top the wet sheet under the bedclothes in the vain hope that it might absorb something, however little. Finally, feeling quite pleased with his domestic accomplishments, he turned to the top drawer of the chest to get some more clean briefs so he could get dressed and go downstairs to brazen it out. There were none! All the drawer contained were the remnants of his junior school underwear, comprising of some most unfashionable vests plus a couple of pairs of very worn Woolworths briefs. What his mother had said about the backlog of washing which was now making perfect sense, in essence there was nothing he could fit into, let alone wear for a day, unless. Unless that was, he could manage to somehow squeeze into the stolen St Michael briefs. Originally he had intended to use them a cum rag, after all they were only a little bit damp in places! Just the very thought of that made his still erect cock lurch ever skywards to the point where it was almost becoming painful. Why hadn't he thought of that before! With something a struggle he finally managed to get them on over his throbbing cock, he turned to look at himself in the mirror, tight wasn't the word for it for who ever had owned these briefs were certainly smaller than he was. The proud erection was hardly noticeable having been shoehorned in, plus the briefs were so painfully small and he really felt as though the blood supply to his legs had been cut off! He reasoned that the other option was to wear nothing under his jeans, but knew from experience that his adoring mother would expect him to be in shorts as it was predicted to be yet another hot day. And, if he were in shorts with no underpants then constant erections would be the order of the day, so it had to be the dirty briefs! With some difficulty he pushed his thumbs in through the elasticated leg openings by his balls and forced the material down hoping to stretch the leg openings and so restore the blood flow. It didn't take a lot of effort to produce a gentle tearing sound which in turn heralded a total release of the pressure and some cool air around his balls! "Oh fuck what now!" he said out loud in panic and peered down between his legs to see what had happened. The left hand side leg opening had certainly been stretched to the point that the elastic now hung limply between his legs and was more or less what he had in mind. Whereas the fatigued elastic on the other opening had simply parted company so that the fabric was just hanging and offering neither support nor cover to his balls at all. "Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he repeated to himself angrily. "Ian!" It was his mothers voice from downstairs. "Oh fuckin' hell! Wot now!" he said under his breath, becoming quite annoyed by her constant attention and knowing he get downstairs without any further delay. There was no choice, it had to be the pale blue shorts, turning to grab them off the chair they then fell on the floor and as he bent to pick them up his balls fell out the bottom of the now very one sided briefs! "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Why won't she fuckin' well leave me alone!" Things were going from bad to worse. "I'm coming Mum." he shouted out and scrabbled to finish dressing. Finally pulling the shorts up and purposely not tucking his T-shirt in the vain hope it would help cover the ever present erection which was no longer being concealed by the tight briefs. It felt very strange, almost as though he wasn't wearing any underpants at all, strange but very sexy and did little to make the erection diminish at all! Heading down stairs he knew that he hadn't cleaned his teeth or even washed and appeared in the kitchen whilst still smoothing his hair with his hand. "Ah, at last." his father, Nevil was leafing the newspaper, he looked up and smiled "At last wot?" said Ian, wondering if there was something he should know. "Well, you've appeared." "Yer, right." Ian looked around, "Where's Mum, I thought she called me?" "She's in the garden now, but she did call you. I think she wanted you nip to the shops on your bike or something." he nodded towards the garden, "I told her I was going that way this morning anyway and not to bother you, since you were well.. in bed." "Thanks." Ian smiled politely yet had a nagging suspicion was there some inflection on the words `in bed'. "Now you'd better eat some breakfast before she gets you doing something else." said Nevil closing the paper and smiling back. "Didn't you say you wanted something from the cycle shop the other day, d'you want a lift if I'm going in anyway?" "Yes please Dad, `cause I need some new brake blocks." "Fine, we'll go after this. Then I'll get some change and you can have your pocket money as well." "Oh, thanks." Standing, Ian had his back to him and was busying himself filling a huge bowl with cornflakes and two large spoons of sugar, he squished his erection into the handle on the kitchen cupboard door as he did so. Then, having only just sat down at the table and started eating, Alice appeared from the garden bearing some freshly cut flowers. This was it, time to brazen it out. "Ian, so you're up. I wanted you earlier for an errand, we need some more icing sugar for the cake." she said as though nothing had happened earlier, "But then Dad said he's going in to the shops and he'll get it for me." "Oh, right that's good." said Ian staring into the bowl. Was that was all there was to it, no mention of seeing him earlier? Then so be it. "Cake.." he said to himself, why had she baked a cake. "What's the cake for?" "Well, don't you remember. I said last week that we're going over to my sisters this afternoon for tea." She turned away to trim the stems of the flowers. Nevil visibly winced and looked back down to the newspaper. "Oh no!" said Ian looking up. Nevil looked pointedly at Ian and put his finger to his lips to indicate not to say any more. "Oh Mum!" It was too late. "That means I'm stuck with that spoilt kid Kevin!" "He's not spoilt." she retorted, turning round. "He's lovely." "Well if he's not spoilt then he gets everything he wants," Ian was in full flow, "and if he doesn't get it, he moans till he does. Don't he Dad?" Nevil looked worried and said nothing, this was a topic to avoid! "Well, he's an only child." said Alice firmly staring at the flowers. "Yer, but I'm an only child and I don't get everything I want!" "What..." "That's enough!" interjected Nevil sounding very firm. This had to be stopped before it turned into a full scale revolt and besides, he could quite see Ian's point. He stood up, finally asserting himself. "Now, stop it, both of you." Alice looked amazed, nobody ever contradicted her and she couldn't recall Nevil being this assertive for years! For once she said nothing. Nevil however hadn't finished. The subject was skirted around every time they visited and quite plainly Ian had now reached the stage where his opinion ought to count. "Alice, come on. Ian's right, we all know it! That Kevin is spoilt rotten, he get's everything he wants and it's a war of attrition until he does. Come on and admit it, he might be your sister's child, but there is no excuse for it!" Totally taken aback by the outburst Ian looked up at his father in more ways than one. Alice turned back to her flowers. Ian sensed this was a historical moment, he had never ever seen them have a disagreement over anything before, let alone for his father to take command. For several seconds the kitchen went quiet barring the snip of the scissors trimming the flowers. "Well, he is only ten." Alice replied rather petulantly, but nevertheless having finally conceded the point that she knew to be true. She carried on trimming. "Indeed he is, eleven though, this year I think." replied Nevil unwaveringly. More snipping. Nevil purposely left a pregnant pause. "Anyway... Ian," she continued sounding very contrite, "I think his father has built him a big tree house or something so you can look at that with him for a bit.. you will.. won't you?" Nevil looked sternly at Ian and waggled a finger. Ian looked back and grinned, "Yes.. I'll do that then Mum." "Right, well that's settled then." Nevil sat back down and opened the paper again, he lifted it up to hide his smile. "Shall we go shortly then Dad?" asked Ian innocently. "Yes, finish that bowl then go and comb your hair, you look a mess," he looked at Ian over the top of the paper, "and probably wash as well. Then we'll go to the shops.. right?" "Yes, Dad." Ian shuffled on his chair, the movement inadvertently allowed his cock to escape from the remains of the briefs and it twitched freely inside of the shorts. "Good, well hurry up then." Ian grinned and put his hand down, the sticky purple head was all but poking out of the leg of the shorts, it was going to be an interesting day. Best of all, he had finally seen his father in a new light. Chap 48 to follow