Date: Tue, 13 Jan 2009 01:31:50 -0800 (PST) From: Ami Subject: Brief encounters - Chapter 5 Brief Encouters - the 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 though, that we never really it dare mention the subject because we were too embarrassed and none of us really understood it anyway! Do note... At the time of writing this introduction the story itself is not finished and for better or worse, it has turned into a work of some length but I will regularly post updates as there are more than enough pages written to keep it going! Nifty requires a text file and this is a Word.doc so if the formatting or punctuation go slightly up the creek you now know why! Also, during the writing for various reason I have had to change character names, so I hope for continuity that 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 maybe it might jog a memory or two... Tom email: amias05@yahoo.com ************************************************************************************************** Chapter 5 – Sweet dreams For most of the afternoon since getting home after school Simon had been somewhat pre-occupied. He could not seem to get out of his mind the earlier conversation he had with Tom and Alex about boners and wanking - whatever wanking was - he was now determined to find out. As usual, whilst lying on the sofa watching the cartoons on the TV, he developed a boner and having changed out of his school shorts into track suit bottoms it was becoming quite noticeable and was soon spotted by his elder brother Art. "Hey, little man," said Art, pointing to Simon's crutch, "got another one then!" "Shut up." said Simon going a bit red, "Well you get 'em as well." "Yeah, well." said Art trying to sound as though he was older than he was, "It's different, it's `cause I'm bigger." "How different?" asked Simon determined this time to get some answers, instead of just being the subject of a few crude jokes, "Bet your prick ain't that big... look at it... don't look that big does it?" "How do you know what it looks like?" snapped Art "When did you see it ?" "Ahh...uummm.. well I saw the bulge in your jeans last night just before I went to bed.." said Simon, "and it didn't look that big...you were trying to hide it, I saw you!" "You little perv..." said Art, although the turn of the conversation was now getting him quite aroused, he put a hand in his pocket to free his growing prick from his twisted briefs. "You bin looking haven't you?" "Don't take that much does it, Art? " said Simon rubbing his own little tent, "look at you now... now you've started, you cant leave it alone!" Now it was Art's turn to start to feel the heat. "It's getting bigger Art!" said Simon grinning and pointing to his brothers jeans. The bulge was certainly getting bigger. "How big is it then?" "Hmmm...well, damn near over five inches..." said Art proudly "is that what you want to know?" "Shit..." said Simon, "ooohh... that's a lot bigger than..." "Yeah, bigger than yours, little boy...it's big, eh?" said Art smirking "and how big is yours then?" "Uuummm..." now, it was Simon's turn to get a little embarrassed again "ummm... well... it's...nearly four...inches..." "Baby, stuff.." said Art, openly scratching his growing erection through his pocket, "not even four inches, bet it's weedy as well! Phew...you no chance of cumming with that little thing have you?" Simon's ears pricked up "Cumming...? Art, what's cumming?" "Well, when you wank, you fuckin' doughnut..." replied Art. "Please, Art what's cumming?" pleaded Simon "And, what's a wank?" "Oh shit... you don't know do you?" said Art looking hard at him "Oh, I 'spose it's `cause you're too young aren't you? You want me to tell you.. really?" "Yes, I must be too young... please, Art...please... " repeated Simon, this was the information he was desperate for it was a golden opportunity to find it out, "Art, first tell me what a... a wank is?" "All right then...you really don't know?" said Art, now in big brother mode, "do you play with your prick?" Simon had never had this sort of direct conversation with his brother before and was rather embarrassed at Art's searching questions, but knowledge was everything and there was nobody else to ask. "Yes... ummm.. I do..." "Thought you did! ... just looking at all those boners you get!" said Art, grinning. Art was getting very excited on at the thought of learning his brothers most intimate secret, secrets! In fact, despite any outward macho image towards girls Art was like many of his contemporaries, totally addicted to masturbation, underwear and was an exceptionally keen student of other boys wanking habits! Simon nodded and looked straight at his brothers bulging jeans "And you... you got one now!" "So," said Art "but, it's you that wants to know about boners, so tell me what do you do with yer prick... `cause unless I know what you do, I can't help you, can I ?" Art rested his hand on top of his bulging fly, this was becoming a turn on and a half. He waited for an answer. Simon didn't know what to do at such a direct question, if he backed out now he would lose his golden opportunity and was sure Art would laugh at him. "Ah... you're all talk.. " said Art after a few seconds trying to goad him on, "well, say something, or I'm gonna go off out with me mates..." Curiosity won, so plucking up all his courage Simon muttered, "Errr... well... I... ummm squeeze it for a bit..." "And... " said Art, now very intrigued and randy himself, "where and when...?" "Oh God! Ummm ... ummmm...in bed, I guess..." Simon was bright red now, "and...ummm at ummm bed time... and..." "And, and what then?" Asked Art pointedly. "Errr... sometimes... uummm... in the morning... it's always...ummm hard then!" said Simon, then adding quickly to deflect his embarrassment, "Is yours..?" "Hey, we're talking about you, not me...!" said Art, trying to work his hand in his pocket without making too obvious, "And how long do you squeeze it for ... and does anything happen?" Still bright red, Simon answered, "Uummmm maybe a couple of minutes...and...ummm... Art, you really gotta to know all this...?" "Oh, yeah. Vital !" replied Art, savouring every second, squeezing the end of his rock hard prick, "Well what happens?" "I get a errrrrr... ummm sort of tingly feeling and I... then I, I stop it!" stuttered Simon who was by now absolutely and totally embarrassed. "Why d'you stop then?" demanded Art, "Haven't you ever carried on ...?" "Well, no... oh, I don't know...ummmm...why?" "Well, you're gonna have to show me!" said Art firmly, "Right now... while you got that boner, lets have a look!" Simon looked shocked, nobody had ever seen his prick soft, let alone hard "No, no...Art ... no, I can't... no... it's...too ...no... I can't..." Art was now really horny and played his trump card "Well, that's it then little brother... you gotta understand... I really gotta see you at it, 'cause you might be... well... you could be doing it all wrong... and, well don't you see... I can't just talk about it...that won't work, I gotta watch you doing it !". Art squeezed the squishy end of his modest four and a half inches in his pocket and rubbed the resulting of precum into his already cum stained briefs. Smiling to himself he thought that `damn near over five inches' certainly sounded a lot bigger than four and a half inches! Simon's mind was in turmoil, dare he do the most embarrassing thing in his life and show Art his erect little prick or, even having got this far, should he abandon the whole thing and risk being ridiculed by Art for ever more. "Well..." said Art, shuffling around in his chair trying to dislodge his briefs which with all the manipulation were now stuck in his ass crack, "want to know or not?" "But... Art... can't you just tell me..." "No, no... you gotta know where to rub... I gotta point it all out to you" he said hoping that Simon could not see too much of the large tent in his jeans. Simon had a brain wave. "But... Art, couldn't you show me yours! You still got a boner 'cause, well... then I could see it properly ...!" "Maybe I have, but I've gotta see you do it proper... it's gotta be you, not me." replied Art, as he produced yet another blob of precum, he groaned quietly and squeezed his legs together waiting Simon's reply. For nearly half a minute, other than the sound of the TV there was silence. It dawned on Simon that he was now in a no-win situation. Art had cunningly worked it so there was no escape other than total humiliation, but on the plus side, if he did show Art his cock he would learn all about wanking. "Art, well... Uuummm... well... I `spose...we..., I mean, errrrrr... I... could...but.." said Simon quietly. His face, absolutely bright red said it all. "But you won't laugh at me?" " 'course not." Art, seeing Simon's bright red face, somehow managed to keep a very straight face. He had never thought that Simon would fall for it and was now just imagining what he would be able to tell Nigel, his best school friend and secret wanking partner. "Well, that's good, Si,... ummmm ..." he said surprised, "well, where shall ...ummm we go then?" "We... we got... Ummm. " said Simon looking nervously at his watch, "about fourty minutes before Mum comes back from work... oh, Art, I don't know if I can..." "Don't worry, we got plenty of time." said Art, knowing he could go from flaccid to ejaculation in about a minute, "What about my room `cause it overlooks the front path and then we can see if Mum comes back early..." Simon gulped, what had he agreed to do. "Come on then little man." said Art excitedly, making as if to get out of the chair, but hoping Simon would go first so he would not see his own cock straining to burst out of his jeans! "OK..." said Simon very nervously, he stood up, his hard prick now having gone soft! "Well, hurry up..." said Art excitedly. He followed Simon out of the door and up the stairs noting that the outline of his briefs looked exceedingly tempting through the thin material. "In you go..." said Art, pushing Simon through the open door into his bedroom. Simon looked around, there was nothing very special there, other than the slight aroma of sweaty feet. He hadn't been in the room for ages and it didn't look as though things had changed very much with the unmade bed and the pile of dirty clothes in the corner. Except, he did notice something that seemed familiar was sticking out at the bottom the pile of dirty clothes, it looked suspiciously like one of his own favourite T-shirts. Art interrupted his thoughts before he could ask, "Simon, why don't you sit up by the head of the bed and then I can go down here at the other end and tell you what to do..." Simon looked at the heaped bedclothes and started to pull at the sheets to make it flatter, he frowned as looked down, "Art," he said, "you had an accident or something... what's all this...?" pointing to the yellowing stains that splattered the white sheets. It was now Art's turn to get embarrassed and turn slightly red, "Nothing ... nothing, Simon, I just spilt some... errrrrr... ummmm orange squash...uummm... last night... now, come on lets get on with your ummmm wanking lesson before Mum comes back." "Orange squash in bed, oh lucky you!!" said Simon innocently, "Oh, well... now.. ummm what you want me to do... oh, Art, I don't know if I can... it's so embarrassing... do I really have to?" "Up to you... but if you want to know about wanking, well you gotta do it, it's the only way!" said Art looking casually, but very hopefully down at Simon's crutch, "So come on then... get it up!" Simon, looked down at the floor all bravado gone, he was now feeling somehow very silly and started to colour up again. He sat slowly on the bed, still unaware of the significance of stained sheets, putting his right hand in his pocket he started to try to rub some life into his shrivelled cock. Art was now lying face down at the bottom end of the bed, mainly as that way it disguised his throbbing penis. He was offering helpful hints to help poor Simon get a boner. "Tell you what, Simon," he said, trying desperately to contain his excitement, "it don't look as though it's going up is it? So, why don't you take yer trousers off `cause..... well, you gotta get it out at some stage anyway haven't you?" "Oh shit... " croaked Simon "Should I? Must I?" "Oh, yeah. Must!" said Art, excitedly adding "but you could keep yer pants on for a bit... couldn't you?" "I `spose so.... " said Simon quietly, sounding very unenthusiastic. He slid off the bed and stood up to start tugging at the elasticised waistband of his trousers. "There you go..." said Art encouragingly, grinding his hard prick into the bed, the inside of his briefs were now becoming very gooey by the ever increasing flow of precum that he seemed unable to stem. Watching boys undressing down to their underwear was a major turn on for Art, so when Simon's white briefs just started to show as his trousers were slowly lowered Art was becoming more and more excited. "Ooh...oh... what nice white pants, Simon." he said trying to sound normal. "But you still wear white pants don't you?" asked Simon turning, his hand cupping the tiny pouch at the front his briefs, "Mum, hasn't bought you anything else.. Has she?" "No, but I'd really like some of those coloured ones..." said Art, not sure why he admitted to it, but he did. "Much more fashionable." "Yeah, I'd like some as well." said Simon slowing dropping his trousers to reveal all of his tightly clad little ass,"But, who'd see 'em though?" "Uuummm, dunno... but they'd look good getting changed for gym an' that, wouldn't they?" said Art, staring hard at the fly of Simon briefs, adding "You got a nice little ass Simon... and I like yer pants...what make are they?" "I dunno..." said Simon looking down at them and suddenly feeling very silly standing there in just his underwear without any sign of an erection, "St Michael..? Woollies', I dunno... who's are yours?" He clamped his legs firmly together as though trying to hide from view and asked in a plaintiff voice "What shall I do Art... it won't get hard?" He was now wishing that he had never even mentioned the subject of masturbation and could just disappear into the floor to escape the total humiliation of it all. He was convinced his prick would never get hard again.. "Well, oooohhh..." said Art, depositing yet another huge blob of precum into the slimy wet pouch in his briefs, "Oooohhh..... just rub it... uummm... like, just rub the outside of yer pants, and then... Oooohhh...fuck!" as another gooey blob oozed into his pants. He had extreme difficulty in resisting grabbing his crutch, but managed to smear it around with the red end of his hard prick as he humped the bed. Total ejaculation couldn't be that far off. "And then Simon... and then, you could put yer hand inside your pants and mess with it like that for a bit..." he added breathing quickly as he squirmed on the bed. "Ok..." said Simon, sitting on the bed, he did as instructed, his little hands going slowly all over his briefs and inner thighs. Eventually he worked his way inside his briefs through the leg openings to where his little penis had now thankfully started stirring. "Oooohhh... that's very good.. so good ooohhh... " said Art, watching as closely as he dare. He mashing his hips into the mattress, his briefs now literally stuck to his sparse pubic hairs with precum, "is that how you do it in bed at night?" he asked excitedly. Simon looked up, "Yer, I guess so," he replied naively, " but I don't wear me pants to sleep in, I taken 'em off after and put me jimjams on... but, but I just love feeling myself while I'm wearing undies... ummmm... do you, do you sleep in your pants then Art?" "Hhhmmmm... sometimes, " said Art, his cock now fairly dribbling so much precum that slimy mess was now soaking out through the front of his jeans and in danger of even getting onto the bedclothes! "Sleep in my pants... sometimes I do, uummm... do you?" Art then added a question, which also said a lot, if not too much about him, "Do you.. errr... find it gets you hard playing with your prick with your pants on? I mean... ummm.. do you like doing sexy things in just your pants?" Simon's briefs had now developed a nice little firm bulge at the front. "Yeah..." he paused and looked quizzically at Art "so is that what you want to know... yes, I do get a bit excited if I'm in just me pants... so you do it..... it's not just me then is it?" The penny was dropping, Art was into underpants! Whilst the moment was hot, Simon grinned and added quickly "You're a dirty sod.... so where do you do it then?" "Ummm.... " Art was trapped, "Here, in my bedroom..." he confessed going a little red. "Regular then, like daily?" asked Simon, who was now beginning to lose some of his inhibitions. He slipped one hand down the front of his briefs. "And, do you like seeing other boys in their undies then?" "Ummmm...sort of..." said Art, not liking being the one who had to give up his secrets, he had hoped that was the one question he would not be asked. He tried to take the imitative back by saying, "Here, take yer pants down then Simon... like... stand up and do it slowly... for me..." "Well... do you then?" asked Simon again not letting go, "Do you play with yer cock in yer pants every day?" Art went a little red, "Somedays.. yeah!" he said knowing it was usually an absolute minimum of three times a day. "What about watching other boys then?" Asked Simon repeating the leading question. "No, no.. ummmm... not watching like uuummm only if they happen to be in the changing room.. ummm just like you I expect?" said Art lying through his teeth and hoping that his embarrassment didn't show unduly.! "Hmmm !" replied Simon, "This turns you on then! Seeing me in my undies?" Standing up again, grinning and wiggling his cute little ass as he made a bit of a show of dropping his pants a tiny bit at a time until the end of his little hard cock accidentally popped out of the piss slit. "Oh, shit....Simon..." said Art, now really excited, his crutch moving on a sea of precum, "just stay there, just like that and then lie down by me so I can tell you what to do properly. And, why not leave yer pants on I'll take 'em off for you... !" "Alright..." said Simon, not realising he was now feeding Art's fantasises. He kicked his trousers off from around his ankles and hobbled over to Art with his briefs partly down, his beautifully rounded ass and his hard little prick still poking out of the fly. Art made him lie down on his back so that his prick was inches from Art's face. "That's good Simon..." he said, staring at his brothers little red prick, both boys were circumcised. "I need to be this close to see that you to do it right. Now, lets get your pants off...I'll do it!" With that, Art sat up and leaned over to very gently take hold of Simon's briefs either side and ease them down a little at a time, naturally he savoured every moment particularly when Simon's hairless little ballsac came into view. Simon giggled, "Oh Art... that feels so sexy... the way you do that...ooohh ... careful me pricks hard...ooohh... " Art continued to pull the briefs down, barely able to contain the urge to shoot his own load into the front of his sopping wet briefs. "And Art," said Simon, "d'you know I don't feel so embarrassed any more... maybe it's 'cause you're my big bro and I trust you..." For all his bravado and sexual advances Art was very attached to his younger brother, he smiled. "Don't worry little man, I'd never hurt you..." and then adding honestly, "and if anything ... it's me that's getting embarrassed now!" "Oh.." said Simon, not realising just how shy Art was about showing his own prick or even talking about sex other than to Nigel. This was as much an opportunity for Art as it was for Simon, who as brothers had never ever talked about the taboo subject of masturbation. It was only recently that Art had been brave enough to talk about wanking with his friend Nigel which had eventually led them to show each other their erect cocks. On the third such occasion they had both cum, not actually through wanking but more by accident as neither of them could control their orgasm and in fact they had both ended up very embarrassed as a result. However since the ice was now broken they indulged in frequent wanking sessions, but never touching each others cock! The one thing they did both really enjoy was watching other boys in the toilets and particularly in the changing rooms where they would go "brief spotting" as they called it! Art deflected the conversation back to Simon and the business in hand, "I... ummmm... oooohhh... I can see... your cock now...oh...it's sooo... nice..." "Is it really?" asked Simon innocently, his eyes closed as he stroked his cock, "Do you really mean that? Can you show me how to wank now...Art... please ... `cause I think I'm getting that tingly feeling!" "Just stay there, just like that..." said Art finally removing Simon's white pants and then looking down to check that his eyes still closed. He thoroughly inspected the warm briefs prior to quickly sniffing the pouch, the imprint of Simon's little cock still visible. "These are from Woollies'," he said, looking at the label on the waistband, "nice soft feel to 'em though..." "Yours aren't the same then?" enquired Simon, his eyes still closed and now becoming quite intrigued in his brothers private life. "No, errrrrr... Mum buys me uuummm Y-fronts..." Art said with some reticence.. "Oooh... well.. they now do those ones that are shorter... you know... you seen 'em? I saw 'em in shop the other day... they don't stick out over yer trousers so that everybody can see what you are wearing! What they call them?" said Simon "low rise... that's it, isn't it, low rise?" "Ummmm... no, she don't... just regular... like dad's.." said Art very sheepishly. He was only too aware of the embarrassment he felt with what seemed like the acres of white material that were always visible over the waistband oh his trousers. "Well, there's style for you!" laughed Simon, "and lots of kids wear those that you got at school... I've seen 'em in the changing rooms... my mate Joe does... his are too much big.. oh, and Alex wears 'em too," said Simon, "but, his all worn out and look as though they are gonna fall down all the time!" "Hhhmmmm...!" Art replied, he hated Y-fronts! Knowing that his mothers choice of underwear was the least fashionable in the world, at least he did not have to wear a matching vest any longer! At 15 he was now becoming very conscious of what other boys were wearing and often would look at himself in the mirror dressed only in his full-cut Y-fronts, imagining himself in some really trendy low cut, red bikini briefs before having a massive wank which usually ended up with him cumming in the hated white briefs! He dropped Simon's briefs on the floor and moved closer towards Simon, his own rigid prick, sparse pubic hair and even his balls were now absolutely coated in the gooey precum inside his briefs. It was now really soaking through and was making quite a wet patch on the front of his jeans. He he was sure he could now even begin to smell it, he just hoped Simon wouldn't notice! Poking Simon on his bum cheek, he said, "Now, watch... a wank is when you keep rubbing your cock until you cum? Watch, I want you to copy what I do... OK?" Simon leaned on his elbows and watched as Art made a ring with his thumb and forefinger "And now," said Art "you gently grip your cock and rub it up and down like this... the secret is to keep rubbing the bottom bit of the knob end !" As Art's experienced hand went up and down Simon's stiff few inches, he started to moan "Art... stop... I cant stand it...oooohhh... fuck... " Art stopped and said grinning, "OK, big boy now you do it ...and don't be rough.. but do it just like I did it... and having a wank is when you keep going until you cum..." "But... how do I know when I cum?" said Simon, his hand now going up and down smoothly "see... I've only, only ever... squeezed it... I have never done this... before... and I stop after a bit... ooohhhhhhhh ... fuck this is amazing!!" "Don't stop!! You'll know when you cum!" grinned Art whilst pushing his crutch as hard as he could into the bed. "But what is cumming??" asked Simon, "I mean is wanking... ummm cumming or what... I don't quite understand?" "Oh... ummm.. look.." said Art, still pressing his body again into the bed, "wanking is the like the rubbing bit, yeah? And, cumming is what you finally get to do when you have rubbed it enough...see??" "Sort of... " said Simon, who was still not entirely sure, "so what's cum then?" "Ah, well," said Art "it's like when you have rubbed it enough you will cum... that sort means you will get a fucking luvly feeling in your prick... but when you are older, like me you will...ummm... also get a few blobs of uuummm spunk, which some kids call cum...that's spelt c-u-m. D'you get it now?" "I think so..." said Simon, rubbing away at the end of his prick," so I won't make any cum when I wank like this... but you do when you wank... 'cause you older.. is that right now? Can I see you cum then?" "No, no... you can't see me cum!" said Art, mentally panicking the very thought of exposing his sodden briefs! "No, it's you that's doing it today.... and yer doin' it right so now get on with it!" After less than minute of watching Simon wanking at such close range Art could contain himself no longer, he began to try to hump the bed in the rhythm that Simon had now got himself into, however in his excitement he started to moan quietly. "You all right?" asked Simon sounding concerned, looking over, himself now breathing quite quickly. "Yeah, yeah... just a bit of...oh fuck..... ummmm.... cramp... oooohhh fucking hell... ooooohhhhhhh...Jesssuss! " moaned Art as his body began to shake with the impending orgasm, "You.. you carry on... ooohh...fuck... oh.... bloody cramp! " "Art...... oooooooo... hhhhhhhhhhhhh... shit..." cried Simon rubbing the very end of his prick between his fingers "Art... Art, my feet are... tingling... is that all right... !!" Art's muffled reply was lost as Simon began to experience the incredible burning feeling of his first proper dry orgasm. His little body jerked and rolled around the bed with his hand still firmly pumping the end of his prick. He felt was sure he was peeing some sort of hot liquid but nothing seemed to come out and eventually he more or less collapsed back on the bed exhausted after reaching his very first dry, but powerful orgasm. It was too much for Art, try as he might he could not stop himself forcing his swollen prick into the Mattress, the baggy Y-fronts over loaded with slimy pre-cum providing the lubrication for his aching cock. With all the excitement of the afternoon it only took a few hard thrusts before he shot the biggest load of his life into his already saturated, smelly, revolting underpants.. For a few seconds he continued his vigorous thrusting then stopped immediately when he remembered he was not alone. Simon had just gone very quiet so the sound of Art's prick squelching around in the cum impregnated briefs was certain to draw some prying questions if he dared continue. The two of them lay there, totally exhausted but very content. Simon had learnt enough about wanking to keep him and his mates happy for more than a while. Whereas, Art had really got himself off big-time by watching and encouraging another boy to masturbate, the fact that it was his bother did not seem to unduly bother him. He couldn't wait to tell Nigel! With the slamming of the car door they both immediately sat bolt upright and virtually chorused, "Fucking hell... it's Mum...!!!" With the shock of their mother returning and the sexual hype now passed, Simon was now sporting only a tiny flaccid penis and beginning to feel somewhat embarrassed again as he desperately looked around for his clothes. "Art, Art..." he called , "where's me pants gone...?" "Oh shit , I don't know..." replied Art struggling to make himself look respectable, which was difficult with the huge wet spot spreading across the front of his jeans and the aroma of fresh semen now quite evident! "Oh.. fuck.. hurry up " he said to Simon, "here just put yer fucking trousers on without yer pants, she'll be here in a second... and she won't know!" They froze for a second when they heard the front door open and their mother called up the stairs. "You up there boys... come and give me hand with all this shopping... now... please!" "We're coming!" shouted Simon, at which point Art started to dissolve into a fit of giggles at Simon's reply. They were both still laughing with Simon struggling to pull his trousers up as they headed for the door. "Hurry up boys..." their mother called again as they ran down the stairs and out to the car. It was when Art bent down to get a loaded shopping bag from the car he was shocked to notice the large wet stain on the front of his jeans and hid it immediately with the bag! He had already decided that filling his briefs with that amount of cum was a bad idea, since not only was everything now revoltingly sticky and smelling strongly of cum, but it was also causing the most very erotic sensation when he walked so his prick was starting to get hard again. He didn't how he did it, but managed to unload the shopping and escape without the wet spot being noticed by either Simon or his mother although she did make some comment about a strange smell! Leaving Simon talking to his mother about the school football team he went quickly back to the safety of his room, locked the door and looked at himself in the mirror, his jeans now tenting around the very obvious wet patch. He kicked off his shoes and pulling down the zip he wiggled his ass until the jeans slowly dropped to the floor in mock striptease. With the jeans around his ankles and his cum soaked briefs now exposed, the overpowering smell of all the fresh cum aroused him even more. He looked hard in the mirror and saw the height of fashion in his Y-fronts, the distinctive blue lettering around the waistband, the bulging spunk soaked pouch and the sagging ass panel at the rear! As he pulled out the waistband to peer down into front he was surprised himself by the overwhelming aroma of cum and sweat, his glistening penis standing proud of the congealing mess all around in his pubic hair. Lying back on his bed he pulled the front of the briefs down to expose his hard cock and scooping up as much of the cum as he could from the pouch of his briefs he used it as a lubricant to rub his ever swollen cock. With the smell of semen heavy in the air and what had happened with Simon not twenty minutes earlier fresh in his mind, it did not take him long to reach the point where he began to ejaculate again. This time, instead of cumming in the briefs, he allowed the jizz to shoot over his stomach and then scooped that up to rub into his still hard cock. He wasn't able to cum again but just kept going until the lubrication qualities were exhausted and the rubbing was just making his cock sore. Gently, avoiding his now sore prick, he eased the briefs down and took them off, folding them to contain the cum he put them in the pile of dirty clothes in the corner. Seeing Simon's briefs on the floor where he had carefully put them out of sight, he used them to wipe up the remaining blobs of warm semen which were still on his tummy and to try to clean up the gooey mess around his pubic hair and balls, then leaned over and stuffed them under his bed to dry out of sight. His mother had long since given up trying to keep his wardrobe in order and had left him to his own devices. So, if he ran out of clean clothes, it was meant to be a lesson to get himself organised. However, with the frequent deposits in his briefs he often found himself rummaging through his chest of drawers and the pile of dirty washing yet still unable to find any clean underwear! So with the pile of dirty laundry now becoming a priority he resolved to get it sorted out after he had returned from seeing Nigel who would be amazed to hear what Art had been up to! Since he was already running late the obvious solution seemed to look through the pile of dirty clothes until he found something that he could wear for that evening and hopefully the following day, by which time he hoped his mother would have completed the washing he had put out. Sifting through the heap of clothes which seemed to stink of sweaty feet and dried cum he eventually found a pair of briefs which, other than some piss stains and the odd skid mark, didn't seem too bad by his standards so he was soon dressed and out the house to meet Nigel. Meanwhile, there was an hour to go before the evening meal so Simon was now back in his room and attempting his homework, surprisingly after all the stimulation with Art he found that he just couldn't concentrate on the work. Leaning back in his chair and staring out of the window to the rear garden he put both his hands into his pockets and started to squeeze his now rapidly swelling cock. Dreamily recounting, first the embarrassment of it all and then his amazing orgasm, he also remembered that his favourite T-shirt and his briefs were still in Art's room. He stood up, re-arranged his boner in his briefs and set off for Art's room knowing that he was going to be out until tea time. Art's room was just the same complete with unmade bed, Simon sniffed as he approached the pile of washing in the corner since the smell of old socks was now augmented by a new smell, a strange almost type of acidic smell. Gingerly he started picking his way through the clothes, they looked to have been disturbed since his missing T-shirt no longer obvious. Then, about a halfway down the heap he saw a sleeve of the T-shirt and further excavation showed it be right under a pair of his brothers dirty Y-fronts. As he uncovered them it became obvious that they were the source of the strange new smell and on picking them up, he found much to his surprise that his fingers were now coated in some sort of gooey stuff. He stared at the briefs and wasn't sure what to do, his curiosity eventually getting the better of him, he separated the folds of material that appeared to be becoming stuck together and he peered inside. Despite the fact that his hands were now covered in semen he was fascinated and could also see that from the colossal deposits in the pouch it could only be from Art's cock, although of course, he didn't realise that it was not from just one orgasm. Was this the `cum' he had heard about? If it was, then Art produced an awful lot of it since the briefs were positively soaked even including the bit under Art's balls ! Reluctantly, he folded them back up and put them in place of his T-shirt which was now smelling slightly of semen and was definitely due for a wash! He lifted his sticky fingers to his nose and sniffed at them, then without realising what he was doing he gently licked them to discover a strange salty taste which seemed to linger in his mouth. With the earlier activity and now this erotic discovery, Simon's heart was beating very quickly, his penis had become so stiff again it almost hurt and was demanding further relief. Rubbing it as he walked, he turned to go back to his own room and then something else just caught his eye, it was peeking out of the bottom of the heap of smelly laundry. He didn't know why he did it, but he pulled at the blue material and a pair of briefs appeared, the sort he only ever dreamed about – low cut bikini ones without a fly. He stood up and looked in amazement wondering where on earth Art would have got them, especially as only earlier that afternoon he had denied owing any. Simon was now in a continuing state of arousal that he had never imaged possible, with trembling hands he started to unfold the briefs. The briefs really did look very new and the label showed they were BHS and size "small", something Simon thought wrong, since Art looked more of a medium! But, more intriguing, it looked as though somebody had tried to put their initials on the white label as in a washed out felt pen the letters DR seemed just visible. Turning them inside out he carried out a minute examination of the pouch area and thought the material felt a little starchy, something he couldn't quite understand! His next part of the examination was the bit he thought he would enjoy, raising them to his face he sniffed and licked them vigorously and concluded from his earlier semen tasting that somebody had cum in them fairly recently. He stood there holding them, the taste of dried cum on his lips and his boner throbbing in his clean pants, it was only the crash of the front garden gate that brought him back to reality. He knew it had to be Art back from visiting Nigel. As quick as he could he refolded them and put them back at the bottom of the pile, making sure they were just visible as before, then grabbing his smelly T-shirt he shot back to the safety of to his own room forgetting about looking for his own missing briefs. Once safely inside with the door closed he sat on his bed and started gently massaging his stiff cock. It was time to practice masturbation again! Today, he had experienced the most sexually arousing day of his life and his mind was raging, filled with all manner of thoughts and questions. However, one nagging thought was now uppermost in his mind, was DR the real owner of the blue briefs but, how and why did Art get hold of them? He determined he would have to keep a watch on them. ------------------------ Chap 6 to follow