Date: Thu, 23 Sep 2010 12:39:21 +0100 From: Tom Subject: Brief Encounters chap 59 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 And yet more! Chapter 59 -- Total ignominy Simon having courageously resisted committing the act of self-abuse for the entire weekend had returned to school with his cock feeling almost normal thanks and pretty well healed. The downside of having not ejaculated was he had a semi-permanent erection which had certainly not been helped by having the entire proceedings of the previous afternoon explained in minute detail during the morning break. That followed immediately by Tom's erotic performance in the physics class had ensured his erection staying up for the rest of the day. Immediately the lesson had ended he had rushed down to the dining hall to tell those that were in the class just what an exciting display they had missed. Brian on hearing what had happened was more than keen to wait and see what state Tom would be in and what he had to say. Having not slept very well that night, Brian took advantage of the respite and leaving Simon to gable excitedly on settled back, closing his eyes to wait. Whilst appearing almost half asleep, his mind was fully occupied running through the events of the previous day and evening in delicious trouser stretching spermicolour detail. On Sunday he had returned home with a very excitable Robbie in tow and was beginning to feel rather worn out, nevertheless there was no escaping the scenes that were still fresh in both their minds and with erections to prove it. Naturally after what Robbie had experienced with the older boys, he was also feeling more than a touch frisky and couldn't resist trying to touch Brian's shorts whenever the opportunity arose. For his part, Brian was beginning to enjoy Robbie's attention and just hoped it wouldn't be noticed by his parents, his mother in particular trying to ascertain where they been and remarking upon them both were looking exceptionally tired. At which point Robbie cleverly make himself scarce leaving Brian, still in his bulging white shorts to deflect all such searching questions! Whilst Brian didn't think he convinced his mother, he had convinced himself that the sooner he got inside Robbie's shorts the better it would be! To celebrate escaping his mother he decided it called for a third visit to the bathroom since getting home, by which time his cock was starting to feel a trifle sore and was doing little to abate his craving especially as there were still three hours to go before bed! By the time Robbie's bedtime came around the days activities had taken their toll and both boys were feeling pretty tired. Not wishing to give his parents any reason to question why he also might want to go to bed early, Brian wondered if he could manage to stay awake the customary extra hour before he too retired. Still sleeping in Brian's room, Robbie was disappointed that Brian hadn't turned in as well. For a short while he inspected Jimmy's briefs finally deciding to take them to bed with him, that was as far as he got as within two minutes of his head touching the pillow he had fallen fast asleep. Eventually, dropping with tiredness Brian thankfully made his way upstairs to bed and was secretly relieved to find Robbie asleep, sprawled across the bed and looking positively out for count. All thoughts of going to bed and reliving the scenes from the afternoon quickly evaporated once Brian got under the covers. Admittedly he hadn't put on his pyjama trousers thinking a little anal exploration might be called for, however instead of playing with himself as he had planned he too literally fell into a deep sleep only to be punctuated by some very explicit dreams! Explicit was the operative word since they featured not just Tom, Alex and all the rest of his friends in some gloriously disgusting anal fantasies. In particular they featured Robbie who along with Barry were readily available for all manner of sexual favours! It must have been somewhere around two in the morning. Brian lying face down was humping the bed as he tightly gripped his very hot and hard cock. What passed for precum was smeared over his hand since he was feeling to close to cumming having just been watching a dreamlike Robbie and Barry doing a rather lewd striptease and undressing each other. Approaching the climax of their act when they impaled themselves literally cheek to cheek on either end of a rather large carrot was when Brian suddenly woke up. Groggily opening his eyes he turned his head sideways and saw Robbie's bed in the moonlight on the other side of the room. The shock of waking up to find that it all he had been only a dream was a major disappointment as he too had wanted that carrot up his bum as well! Whatever, in the cold moonlight it had the immediate effect postponing his orgasm and for a couple of minutes so he lay there holding onto his cock as it released a few precious drops of precum into the white sheet. It was no good. After that dream his cock was showing no signs of going down and he knew was going to have to have yet another wank if he was to stand any chance of going back to sleep. Slowly he rolled over onto his side kicking the covers aside as he did so, gently massaging his overheated member he looked across at Robbie and began to wonder if Barry had ever been up Robbie's bumhole. Actually he hadn't, as until now they been experimenting with each others fingers and penetration was scheduled to be next on the agenda! That afternoon, Brian had been was quite taken aback on realising what the younger boys already knew, had been doing and were intending to do! In fact, it occurred to him just as it had to David and the others that Barry and Robbie were obviously far less inhibited and consequently more advanced in their sex play than the older boys were! Rightly or wrongly, Brian unable to resist Robbie's seemingly comatose situation decided that now was the time to start to rectify the situation. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed and onto the floor he crept over to the bed wearing only his pyjama jacket, his rock hard cock bouncing in front of him. Peering through the gloom he saw Robbie was sleeping on his back with the covers barely up to his slim waist, it didn't take Brian long to ease them down to expose exactly what he had hoped to find, a lump in the front of Robbie's pyjama trousers. For what Brian now had in mind he needed to be on the bed lying by Robbie's side before the next move which required the skill of a safe breaker! Much to Brian's surprise it was quickly accomplished by leaning over and carefully manipulating his hand so that it ended up with Robbie's hard boyhood cupped in the palm through the striped pyjamas. In his sleep the younger boy started to react by pushing himself into Brian's waiting hand, something which Brian quickly took advantage of by helping Robbie to move over and lie on his side. The escalating level of excitement was becoming unbearable for Brian who was constantly on the verge of cumming himself. Jabbing the fingers of his free hand into the area just behind his balls he froze and waited, the trick as Joe had told him really did work and his mounting climax subsided. Knowing he had to move quickly before he actually came next time, he diverted his free hand to the vital task of gently working Robbie's pyjama trousers down to expose his bum. Surprised at one point, Brian stopped to listen as almost it sounded as if Robbie were mumbling in his sleep, no matter it was still proof that he was deeply asleep and that was all that was needed. Licking a finger he prepared to do what he been fantasising about on his third visit to the bathroom that evening. Praying that Robbie wouldn't wake up he gently made contact with his buttocks and by taking a full couple of minutes of simply drawing his finger up and down the crack finally managed to touch the spot. Robbie was showing no signs of waking, if anything he was pushing himself harder and harder into the welcoming cupped hand. Brian was over the moon at progress and started to run his finger around the hole, just as he did to himself prior to working on the sphincter itself. Scared of waking him, the stroking operation took nearly five minutes during which Brian managed to contain his ejaculation twice, Robbie meanwhile was showing no signs of waking and continued to hump into the palm of the hand. Plucking up courage Brian made his move and finally got his finger past the relaxed muscle and inside Robbie soon finding he had reached his second knuckle. With Robbie occasionally moaning Brian started to work the muscles so they became relaxed, several pleasurable minutes later a second finger was added to the first. In Brian's mind the two fingers and equated to roughly size of his own cock and with Robbie still humping in his sleep Brian continued to work the muscle to the point he had long waited and dreamed for. Never usually producing anything very much in the way of precum and having ejaculated some six times during the day Brian was absolutely delighted to find that his modest, but very rigid few inches for once appeared to be positively dripping with precum. With that, Brian started to slowly withdraw his fingers and moved himself closer till he could feel the heat from the sleeping body. Taking a deep breath and praying that Robbie would not wake up to scream the place down Brian tentatively pushed the head of his cock towards it's target. As the two fingers slipped out of the hot, silky tube they brushed against the end of Brian's waiting cock sending a shiver through his body. Hard and slimy from the precum he offered it as quickly and gently as he could to the waiting hole, it began to slip in with very little resistance. Almost on the point of cumming yet again, Brian closed his eyes and waited for a few moments wondering if he should carry on, should Robbie wake now and cry out Brian knew his parents would never forgive him for what he was attempting to do. Suddenly Robbie shifted his whole body a few inches then appeared to be settle down again leaving Brian so worried that he had almost decided to quit whilst still ahead. It was at that point Robbie sealed his own fate, he softly moaned the word Barry then he pushed himself hard into Brian's cupped hand. Amazed, Brian couldn't really believe it and took a split second decision to take full advantage of his brother. Pushing the head of his cock a little further in caused Robbie's sphincter to react approvingly by tightening on the invader. Nerves at breaking point Brian had at last achieved his goal, it was the most wonderful sensation ever and enhanced by the feeling that the ejaculation he had been delaying for so long was now unstoppable. It was only with a supreme effort that Brian managed to cum inside Robbie with barely any movement or noise. The stop start foreplay leading up to the moment had ensured that he would produce a huge discharge. Feeling quite light headed after it was over and he lay there for a few seconds after savouring the feeling of being gripped by Robbie's sphincter. Inevitably he had to acknowledge that it was time to go back to his own bed. Reluctantly and very slowly he pulled his gooey cock from Robbie's hole and without thinking wiped the oozing head on the sheets, just as he often did in his own bed! Time had flown by. It was nearly three in the morning when Brian climbed wearily, but happily back into his own bed to fall asleep almost instantly. However, there was something in the back of his mind which nagged him and really needed addressing, although not at that precise moment in time. The complex issues revolving around the strong emotional ties to his younger brother and the plain fact that he had effectively raped him were subconsciously put aside. "Oi, Brian!" David poked him in the ribs. "You can't have a wank here, people are eating!" Brian, half asleep sat bolt upright looking like startled rabbit. Both hands deep in his pockets with the front of his grey shorts tenting all confirming David's assumption! "He could, I'd watch!" quipped Joe. "Look at his hands, bet them pockets ain't got no bottoms!" "Wot!" Still not fully awake Brian looked down and saw for himself how horny it looked. First he went red with embarrassment then sheepishly looked up and giggled. "Sorry.. I was dreaming." "Bloody well wet dreaming!" said David reaching over and the patting lump. "Fuckin' hell that's hard!" Before Brian could reply Joe interrupted and pointed to the far corner of the room where Alex and Tom had just entered. Tom was carrying his school bag in front of him, in itself as sure sign to any knowing schoolboy that it was hiding something, they walked slowly over to the corner and sat down. "Fuck, wot's happened to you?" asked Simon looking at Tom. He shook his head and didn't reply. He looked awful, the blotches on his face made it quite obvious he had been crying. "Why's yer shorts all wet?" asked David being the first to spot the darker grey material. Tom was wiping the back of hand across his face. Admitting to his friends that had wet himself through fear was something he just couldn't do. "Wot's happened?" asked Simon again. ""When you was in class out the front all we saw was you had a big hard on.. wot.. so.. wot?" "Uumm.. wait.. hang on." Alex cleared his throat, finding it nearly as difficult as Tom. He looked nervously about. "We gotta help him. The zips broke on his shorts so.. so.. he needs to borrow some pants." "Wot?" David was confused. "Why... where's his?" "Wet, wrapped up, in his bag" replied Alex quickly, "he needs something to wear to go home in don't he?" "Why?" asked Simon yet again. This wasn't making a lot of sense. Tom finally answered. Unable to face looking at anybody and almost choking on the words he stared at the floor. " `cause I've fucking pissed myself! I'm all fucking wet with piss!" With that he gave up fighting the tears and put his head in his hands. As ever, Alex came to his rescue and put an arm around him, in an emotional voice he briefly explained what had happened with Mr Turner after the class had been dismissed. There was silence. Tom usually the life and soul of the party looked broken, tears ran down his face. The ignominy of wetting himself had absolutely crushed him. Anything could have happened, but not that. "So he ain't got no pants on then?" asked Joe who hadn't quite grasped the situation from Alex's garbled explanation. "No. They's all wet in his bag." replied Alex. "But.. but.. why has his mum gotta see his pants then?" asked Brian puzzled. "Ah... I got it, think about it. If she's gotta mend his zip then she's gonna look at his shorts... so it makes fuckin' sense to wear something that looks like his under `em." replied Joe after some thought. "Right, I see wot he means." added David, "Look, even if she only glances at `em while he's wearing 'em she's still gonna see through the open fly.. and if he ain't wearing no pants or he's got something strange on she'll notice won't she? They always do!" "I `spose, my mum would," said Simon, "so wot's he gonna have to wear then? And where's he gonna get something?" "Fuckin' Y-fronts." croaked Tom. "White fuckin' Y-fronts, it's all I've ever fuckin' had.. so.. anything else and she'd know something was wrong. wouldn't she?" "I see." said Simon. "Oh shit." "I've offered him mine," said Alex, "but they're blue and she'd notice wouldn't she?" "He can borrow mine." said Brian firmly. Standing up, his erection still obvious he said. "Come on Tom's let go to the bog and you can get 'em on right now." "You sure?" Tom swallowed hard and wiped his face again. This was what friends were for. "Yer. I've always fancied having no pants on!" Brian smiled and put a hand on Tom's shoulder as he started to get up. "Hey... Tom," called out Alex as they set off the toilet, "Don't forget we gotta be back to see Mr Turner in about five minutes." Watching them go out of the room Simon turned to Alex keen to find out exactly what had happened. "So you'd just made him cum in his pants when he was called out the front... and then his zip stuck? That right?" "Yer." Alex nodded. "That's when you saw him in the front of the class." "And.. then when the class had gone Mr Turner discovered you been wanking.." "Yer, sort of. He was really upset with us doing it in his class." Alex sniffed, "He's a nice bloke and couldn't believe we'd done it, he was so upset..." Alex wiped his eyes, "said he thought we was better than that... that's wot really got Tom." "Oh shit." said David. "Didn't help did it?" "No, we'd really upset him," Alex blinked and wiped his eyes again, "and then... well he guessed we'd only just started wanking and we couldn't leave it alone." "Fuck." said Simon. "But he's right!" "Yer. But see, Tom was really frightened," Alex stopped and wiped his eyes again, "well we was both frightened because Mr Turner said about going to the headmaster and telling our parents and that." "Oh... fuck," said David in surprise, "it was that serious?" "Fuckin' right!" Alex sniffed. "So.. see, see... when he said about the head and writing to our parents.. well, poor Tom having just been laughed at out the front and fuckin' zip bust, well he, he was so frightened, well just he pissed himself as he sat on the chair, went in his shoes and everywhere." Simon now had his arm around Alex. "Oh fuck." Despite constantly sniffing Alex continued, now determined to tell it all. "When that happened, I could see Mr Turner felt sorry for us.. even though we'd really fucked up his lesson.. that's a bit of why I'm upset I `spose." Alex looked up and wiped his eyes yet again. "So he say's he won't do nothing, if we goes back now and get some extra work." he tried to smile. "And on top of that now Tom feels like a little kid who's wet his fuckin' pants and has to wear `em so everybody knows wot he's done." "Well we're gonna have to help then ain't we." said Joe. "But how?" "Least he's got some pants now," said Simon, "he couldn't go round with none and his willie popping out could he?" "No, but Brian can, can't he?" David grinned at Alex. "He'll have his hand in his pocket all the time you watch!" Alex finally smiled. "Yer right." "Now's the chance to check, `cause they're coming back in." said Joe looking across the room and smiling. Sure enough Brian had not one, but both hands in his pockets. The new found freedom of not wearing any underpants was an erotic novelty of the highest order. "You alright?" asked Alex as Tom approached. "Bit better. I washed me face in cold water." replied Tom, managing a weak smile, "You'd better do the same before we goes, `cause you look bloody awful as well." "You do have a fuckin' way with words!" replied Alex picking up his bag. Hearing Tom sounding more perky had instantly raised his spirits. "Come on then, let's go and see what we're gonna have to do. Think he'll be mad?" "Dunno." Tom shrugged his shoulders. "I shouldn't have done it and I'm paying for it now. I look a right cunt, don't I? Everybody's gonna guess I wet meself." David looked at Joe, they were both surprised at the use of the word cunt. It was something was rarely used amongst themselves and certainly never by Tom and only served to underline the way he felt. Mr Turner was already in the room when they knocked tentatively on the door, bidding them enter and close the door behind them he suggested they all sit. "So, Thomas how are you feeling now?" he asked, looking him up and down. The blotches on his face an obvious sign of his distress. "I'm... I'm a bit better thank you Sir." replied Tom with a slightly cracking voice. He was determined to act older than the boy who had recently wet himself. Desperately trying not to show any emotion or start crying again he sat still. "I have to say I was a little worried about you when you left earlier." Mr Turner smiled. "And, if I'm perfectly honest I felt so sorry for you when you.. well, when you wet yourself. I really did. Maybe things have been a little emotional for you of late." Tom was really touched by the comment, but he couldn't hold it together any longer and a tear ran down his face. "I don't need to say any more do I?" "No." Tom shook his head and rubbed his eyes. "No Sir." he croaked trying to sound in control. "Well I think that's all then." Mr Turner smiled again. "Although I was going to say.." "But.. say wot?" interrupted Alex his voice sounding hoarse, "The extra work?" "No. To say that I think, probably since the lesson finished you two have been to hell and back." he looked at them, "I think, other than you both producing a couple of short paragraphs on our friend Archimedes in time for the next lesson you have had enough punishment, don't you?" "Uumm.. so?" asked Alex unsure he meant. "That all?" "Well, punishment is meant to be remembered and the topic itself, will in this case do that and make you think twice about committing any such crime again." he paused. "Seeing the state of you both now, I think you have been punished enough." "But.." Tom swallowed. This was ridiculous, no real punishment for what they had done. He must be the nicest teacher in the school. The universe even. "I am a little concerned about your appearance though." Mr Turner looked across at Tom, "Can you move your bag and stand up, I want to see." Putting the protective shield down and shuffling his feet, Tom reluctantly got up. Feeling an absolute idiot he tried to close his fly, the white briefs were winking from within the grey shorts. From the large dark patches there was no doubt that his shorts were still quite wet. Mr Turner peered over and sniffed. "If he puts his bag in front, you can't see too much." volunteered Alex helpfully. "No, I suppose not. And maybe you wouldn't know his zip was stuck open until he sits down and his white underpants show a bit." Mr Turner sighed. "I'm surprised, because he doesn't smell too bad either!" Being talked about like this Tom was looking and very humiliated. But, as he rightly acknowledged it was all of his own making. "Well Thomas, so are you going to stick it out this afternoon, or do you want me to arrange for you to be sent home?" "No! Stay! No. Please stay here.." he said in a panicky voice. "I can't go home... me mum would ask too many questions! Please Sir." "Fine, fine. Although I'm sure some of the other boys will find the situation very funny and you will have to be prepared to accept being the butt of their jokes." "I'll try." Tom nodded accepting the premonition that further tears could well be the order of the afternoon Mr Turner sensed quite correctly, that the tears were on the verge of returning. "If that's what you want and you think you can cope with it then that's settled." "I'll help him." said Alex, his voice now sounding as though it was cracking. "I'm sure you will and together you'll get through." he smiled reassuringly. "Now what lessons have you got this afternoon?" "Uumm..." Tom looked blankly at Alex. "Double art and umm.. history I think." "Well, off you go then." The boys stood for a few moments before finally realising that there was to be no further punishment. Grabbing their bags, they made for door, at which point Tom stopped and turned, he smiled as best he could. "Thank you Sir for... uumm.." "Yes, quite. Off you go and bring that work to the next lesson." Once they had gone Mr Turner prepared to return to the staff room to suggest to the relevant teachers should they shouldn't be too concerned by Tom's appearance as the matter had been successfully dealt with. Chap 60 to follow