Date: Sat, 23 Oct 2010 23:33:39 +0100
From: Tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief Encounters Chapter 61

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

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Chapter 61 -- That sinking feeling


Sat by the window near the front on the upper deck of different bus was
Brian. Living the farthest way on that particular bus route all his friends
had got off leaving him alone for the last few minutes until he arrived at
his stop.

Having lent his underpants to Tom the mere fact of just being in school
with nothing under his grey shorts had guaranteed that he spent the
afternoon playing with himself. All academic work had gone by the board as
play he had! From the moment he handed his warm briefs to a very grateful
Tom his cock had been at attention and showed no sign of going down as the
afternoon passed. Had it not been for the dire example of what had happened
after Tom had been exposed as a serial masturbator Brian might almost have
masturbated in class himself, risk or no risk. Instead, he had wisely
contented himself to allowing the odd grope up the leg of his shorts from
who ever was sat next to him accompanied by a constant game of pocket
billiards. Understandably the white lining of his shorts was no long
pristine, now decorated by a few pee stains and the odd spot of penile
discharge from when things had become just a little too exciting.

The point was that at last he was alone and going to be for maybe five
minutes before having to get off at his stop. Armed with the knowledge that
without wearing any briefs it was all too easy to pull his swollen cock
from under the leg of the shorts, just as Jimmie had done several times in
the last lesson, he decided to have one last fondle before his
stop. Smiling to himself he looked around yet again to make sure nobody was
upstairs and then turned back to inspect the rather tender looking purple
head which was poking out from the grey material.

Having kept himself in a state of arousal for virtually the entire
afternoon he was sure that with a few short strokes he would probably
cum. During the last part of the final lesson and thinking of the bus trip
home he had concocted a simple, but exciting plan operational only if the
bus was empty, just like it was today. The idea was to make his climax even
more of a turn on by doing something he thought of as being deliberately
daring, if not rather unhygienic to other passengers. It was to stand up at
the moment of ejaculation and shoot his semen over the back of the seat in
front of him and hope that one day he would be on the same bus and see his
handiwork again! The joys of the grammar school educated adolescent mind.

Looking nervously around once more before deciding it was really safe he
pulled his cock as far as he could from under the leg of the shorts and
began running his fingers up and down the length. Anticipating after the
tension of the afternoon it wouldn't be very long before he would be well
on the way to experiencing the delicious burning sensation once again he
started to rub it with a vengeance. Turning his head yet again to check the
coast was still clear he managed to stand up and held onto the seat back
with his left hand. Standing, whilst masturbating with one hand on the top
deck of swaying double decker bus wasn't quite as easy as he
thought. However, knowing he was only moments away from his climax he
continued and now breathing quickly began to involuntarily arch his back as
the orgasm took hold. Aiming his skinny monster in the general direction of
the seat back and closing his eyes he groaned on feeling the hot sperm,
restrained for so long now finally racing to escape.

Had he had his eyes open he might well have seen the cyclist who shot out
of the side turning directly into the path of the bus and might then also
have realised there was going to be an almighty emergency stop! With the
bus shuddering to a halt the next thing Brian knew was that he was sprawled
on the dirty floor amongst the used tickets and cigarette ends! His cock
now free, had rapidly withdrawn inside his shorts and with had no intention
of stopping was in the process of depositing it's hot, sticky load over the
inside his shorts and legs.


Only a few streets away Tom, after a day like no other had thankfully
arrived at the familiar surroundings of home and was endeavouring to
compose himself both mentally and physically before entering the house.

"That you Tom?" came a call from the kitchen as he closed the front door.

"Yes, mum, I'm back."

"Well come and say hello, I can't leave here for a minute and I haven't
seen you all day."

His face still a little blotchy from crying and feeling rather self
conscious wearing Brian's briefs under Alex's shorts he walked to the
kitchen holding his bag casually in front of himself.

His mother Sally, was standing at the cooker and appeared to be frying
onions obviously in the throes of preparing the evening meal.

Smiling she turned to look at him, "Have you had a good day? No trouble!"

"Fine," he tried to avoid directly looking at her, "wot's for tea then
mum?"

"Cottage pie."

"Oh good, I like that."

"Yes, I know you do." She caught a glimpse of his red eyes. "Tom, are you
sure there's nothing wrong? Have you been crying? I can tell"

"No, no.. mum no, I ain't.."

"Ah.." he had a brainstorm, "oh I see! Well yer I have I `spose.. sort
of.."

"Sort of! What's that mean?"

"See mum." he said trying to sound convincing. "When I got off the bus with
Alex a builders lorry rushed by and.. and, all the dust from the back of it
blew off and went in our eyes. Cement dust we think, it went in both our
eyes and stung till they watered.. Alex looks the same."

"Dreadful. That could have caused an accident if you were on your
bike. You'd think these people would take more care wouldn't you?" she
replied having no reason to doubt hi.

"Yes, they should." he said sounding far more relaxed.

"And, are you all right?" she asked hesitantly. It was almost as if there
was something in the back of her mind. "Nothing worrying you or anything,
all alright at school?"

"Yer. Course." replied Tom, wondering why she should ask such a direct
question.

"Good. Well just come over here then." she said putting down the knife on
the chopping board and holding out her arm.

Tom walked over unsure what she had in mind, but soon found out when she
took hold and hugged him tightly.

"You might be growing up but you're still not too big for a hug!" she said
and kissed him on top of his head.

Unprepared for one of Sally's occasional maternal embraces, which coming on
top of the emotional events of the day almost made him burst into tears,
his response was to put his arms tightly around her, burying his head into
her apron. It seemed like an age, but it was only a few seconds before they
let each other go and looked into each others eyes with both affection and
tears.

"Mum.." Tom's voice was cracking, "I gotta go and do me homework."

"Yes and I have to cook the tea."


Notwithstanding his recent ejaculation, the thin lining of the trouser
pocket was still being firmly pressed onto the slimy cotton of his briefs
which in turn were being slid firmly up and down the hard member trapped
within. Slowly withdrawing his hand from his pocket Art turned away from
the window and looked around the bus before casually raising his fingers to
his face. The smell of cum was like an aphrodisiac, his cock twitching in
anticipation of further fun, he sniffed and licked his fingers whilst
recalling of how both he and Martin had managed to ejaculate simultaneously
in the last lesson only some twenty minutes earlier. It was one of those
testosterone charged days. Art simply felt as though he could keeping
cumming again and again, it didn't help matters knowing he had only cum
three times that day, when five or six ejaculations were more his daily
routine. Today it could have been twenty six!

On finishing licking his fingers he picked his nose whilst he wondered if
he should risk wanking himself off once more on the bus or wait till he got
home. It was only when on looking around at the handful passengers sat a
few rows back he realised that Simon was one of them, now alone in his seat
as his friends had presumably got off the bus.

"Pssssst! Simon, come up here!" Art leered backwards and finally caught his
brothers eye.

"Wot's want?" said Simon hovering above the empty seat and dropping his bag
with a crash on the floor.

"Noisy fucker!" said Art grinning. "I gotta job for you."

"Wot?" It was infectious, Simon grinned back and looked down. Judging from
Art's slouched position he probably had an erection. No probably.  Nothing
new there.

"Closer." Art beckoned and leant over to whisper. "D'you remember I
promised I'd suck your willie if you hadn't touched it for a week?"

"Yer. Why?" replied Simon excitedly. Almost instantly his cock had started
to harden and got itself tangled in the fly of his briefs, he provocatively
reached down and pushed a hand up the leg of his shorts to release it.

Having seen that Art face lit up, he was now fully primed and ready to go
again. "Going hard already is it?"

"Not going, nearly gone!" Simon grinned and grabbed at the
opportunity. "So's your's innit?"

"Ah, but mine's already hard and it's been sat yer waiting here for you to
wank me off!" Art flashed one his smiles. "You wank me off right now in me
pants and I'll suck your's when we gets home."

"Wot?" asked Simon incredulously. "Here on the bus?"

"Fuckin' right, kiddo!" Art grinned again, "Yer on the bus, right now!
That's the big fuckin' turn on innit, doing it here?"

"How?" asked Simon as he turned round to see who else was on the top deck.

"With yer fuckin' hand! You tit, wot else would you use?"

"Oh.. I mean, wot right here?" asked Simon again.

"Yes, right yer and now! Just put yer hand down the front of me trousers,"
Art pulled the waistband away from his stomach, "then if anybody comes you
can just whip yer hand out. See?"

"You sure? This safe?" asked Simon, who whilst nervous was becoming very
excited by the prospect.

"Course. You'll fuckin' enjoy it!" said Art grabbing the hot hand and
pushing it forceably down past the waistband into his trousers.

"Fuckin' hell it's all full of sticky cuu.." exclaimed Simon pulling his
straight hand out before the elbow jabbing him in the ribs made him go very
quiet.

""Don't tell the fuckin' world, it's all right," whispered Art, "don't get
fuckin' excited, it's only where I came in class just now!"

"That fuckin' hurt!" replied Simon angrily.

"Sorry kiddo, I should have told you!"

"Bleeding right you should!" said Simon looking at the cum glistening on
his fingers in the sunlight. "You wot? You said you did that in class just
now? And now you wanna cum again?"

"Yer! Now keep yer fuckin' voice down!" hissed Art. "Look if you won't put
yer hand in me pants, will you at least rub me through me trousers till I
cum then?"

Simon thought for a few moments, then he grinned. "All right, so you just
cum in yer pants again and you promise you'll suck me till I comes when we
gets home?"

"Yer, well provided Mum or that ain't gonna catch us, fair?"

"Yer. And.." Simon had one more condition, "I wants to see inside yer pants
when I've got you to cum. Yer, promise?"

"Course." Art grinned, "Now fuckin' get on with it, `cause me pants are so
fuckin' slimy you won't have no trouble rubbing 'em up and down me prick!"

Unable to believe what he was about to do on a public bus Simon looked
around once more to confirm there was nobody close enough to see or hear
what was going on. Putting his hand firmly on the front of the bulging
trousers he immediately felt Art's cock move beneath, hoping that one day
his would reach that size he began to slide the material of Art's briefs up
and down the slippery shaft. Art's briefs had retained most of the previous
load so added to the current precum there was no shortage of
lubricant. Simon now with one hand in his own pocket, soon established a
rhythm which had Art squirming on the seat with a climax building so
rapidly that after only a minute he grunted and arched his back in an
uncontrolled spasm which shook him from head to toe.

Fascinated by Art's trembling body, Simon slowly removed his hand from the
front of the grey trousers to see that a darker coloured patch was now
visible, turning his hand over showed that the palm was now wet with
something. It had to be Art's spunk. Lifting his hand to his face he
gingerly licked the palm before turning back to see if anybody seated
behind had noticed the activity.

"Come on then Art, open yer trousers," whispered Simon, "and lets have
butchers at yer pants!"

"You fuckin' open `em!" replied Art, by now feeling just a little tired by
the afternoons exhausting events.

It occurred to Simon when he leant over to put his fingers on the bulging
fly to undo it that he was finding that part to be a very exciting aspect
of the act. His fingers trembling, it was with some difficulty that he
slowly managed to pull the zip down as far as it would go and with nothing
immediately visible the next logical step was to undo the waistband. After
fumbling around for a minute with the open fly whilst pressing on Art's
stomach Simon really felt as though he had been more intimate with his
brother than ever before. Was it because he had to imagine what had been
happening inside Art's clothes, he wasn't sure. But, whatever it was he was
now very turned on.

Finally the clasp popped undone and eagerly leaning forward to fold the
trousers back Simon was greeted by the most intense smell of warm semen and
the crumpled, stained tails of the once white school shirt. However, it was
the sight of Art's black bikini briefs literally oozing with result of two
huge loads of shiny, pearlescent cum that really astonished him. The briefs
having been violently pulled and stretched by both Martin and now Simon
were barely hanging around his waist, his balls all but hanging out of the
leg opening. Trying not to get too much cum on his fingers Simon delicately
lifted the overstretched waistband to pull it down over Art's hard and much
abused cock. Now freed it started to lift itself up from it's slimy resting
place. Cum was everywhere and over everything, pubic hair, briefs, shirt
and trousers.

"Art..." Simon nudged him, no response. Mentally and physically spent, Art
had inadvertently switched off.

Maybe it was the crash of a wayward pothole in the road that made Simon
look out the window only to see the bus was further on than he had thought,
meaning there was less than five minutes to go before their stop was due to
appear. With Art showing no signs of life Simon began to panic, finally
hitting him hard in the ribs to try and bring him round from his sexual
excesses. Surprised Art opened his eyes and looking very dazed saw Simon
bending over him struggling to fasten the clasp on his trousers, something
which Simon soon abandoned thinking there was a problem with it. Instead he
decided to tug at the zip in the hope of at least partly closing the gaping
fly over the very unruly erection below.

"Oh fuck!" groaned Art as he tried to struggle to his feet. "Don't get me
cock caught in the fuckin' zip!"

"I can't do anything, the zips fucked! Art, come on and fuckin' get up!"
said Simon abandoning the unequal struggle with the zip now only partly up,
he switched to pulling Art up from the seat. "Down the fuckin' stairs
quick, it's our stop!"


Even allowing for cumming on the bus only minutes earlier Brian arrived
home still feeling extremely randy and looking rather the worse for
wear. Opening the front door as quietly as he could he hoped there was
nobody about since without any underpants to absorb the semen it had caused
a much darker patch right on the front of his bulging shorts. It seemed his
luck was in and hoped that by quickly going through the hallway he could
probably make it upstairs and get changed before seeing his mother.

"Are you sure you're all right, you're not feeling ill or anything?"

Brian was tiptoeing to the stairs when he heard his mothers voice from the
kitchen.

"No." replied Robbie, sounding rather fraught. "And I don't know, what they
is?"

Intrigued, Brian paused on the bottom step to listen.

"But darling, if you don't know.. you mustn't be afraid to tell me if
something is wrong."

"I'm not." Robbie sounded quite indignant. "Mum, I don't know where they
came from."

"But darling, I don't want to go on at you, but.. well your sheet and
pyjama trousers have got some.." she paused desperately trying to think how
to phrase it, "some stains that, that.. well, is your tummy all right, is
there something you've eaten.. or.. I mean, you don't have to keep going to
the loo at school or anything?"

Silently standing and listening Brian was puzzled as to what the
conversation could possibly be about, that was until his heart skipped a
beat when he thought back to the previous night. The semen which had so
lovingly imparted to his sleeping brother must have dribbled back out of
Robbie's relaxed sphincter and onto his bed.

"Mum.. please.." Robbie almost sounded as though he was going to burst into
tears. "Please don't go on about it, I don't know."

"I'm sorry, darling.. but... I worry about you."

Having heard enough to know his assumption was correct Brian went up the
stairs to his room as fast and as quietly as he could. Fascinated, he
turned to Robbie's bed and pulled the covers back to see the evidence in
the form of an ominous stain, a faintly yellowing patch with some tan
coloured streaks. Rather shocked that he had apparently given his brother a
very gentle sperm enema he covered the bed back up before opening his chest
of drawers to find some clean clothes to deal with his more immediate
problem.

"You're home then!" said Robbie stating the obvious as he burst into the
bedroom, still wearing his primary school uniform of grey shorts and shirt.

"Yer, just. You alright?" replied Brian rather awkwardly. Robbie couldn't
have appeared at a more inopportune moment, since Brian had been taking his
shorts off and they were currently around his knees.

"You ain't got no pants on!" exclaimed Robbie excitedly pointing towards
Brian's spotty white bottom. All thoughts of his own predicament currently
forgotten he moved closer to the now blushing Brian and saw the clean
briefs lying on the bed.

"Where's yer pants then? Wot are those for?"

"Uumm.. well I'm gonna put 'em on." Brian shuffled about to hide his
rapidly growing erection. The question in his mind was should he continue
to take off his shorts to change or pull them back up.

Grinning, Robbie sat himself on the edge of the bed having decided that it
was effectively a ringside seat to Brian's striptease.

"Yer willies all hard!" said Robbie pointing and naively adding. "You gonna
have a wank!"

"No!" said Brian firmly having made his decision. "Now keep yer fuckin'
voice down or mum will be up here."

"Oh, sorry!" Robbie grinned again. "I forgot about mum and that. You gonna
wank then, I wanna see you do it!"

"Yer, I `spect you do!"

Brian couldn't help squeezing the end of his cock. Simple logic told him
that Robbie was probably becoming pretty randy so that now he might as well
take advantage of him.

"Well, you might do if yer lucky! But first turn over and bend over the
side of the bed," said Brian waddling over with his shorts still half
pulled up. "Go on."

"Like this?" replied Robbie instantly rolling over so that his chest was on
the bed and his bum balanced on the edge with his hardening cock being
pushed hard into the edge of the mattress.

"Yer, just like that." Brian stood behind him, still rubbing a finger over
the tip of his cock. "Now stay just there, I'm gonna feel you up."

"Feel me wot?"

"I want to feel yer pants through yer shorts." Brian started to gently rub
his hands all over the tight grey cloth, tracing the outline of Robbie's
briefs. "We both gotta thing about pants and you knows it."

"You mean other kids pants!" Robbie giggled.

"Yer." That hadn't taken Robbie long to work out! Unseen Brian blushed, the
truth was out.

"Oh Brian.." Robbie tried in vain to reach behind to grab Brian's cock.

"You got yer shirt tucked in yer pants again!" said Brian looking closely
at the white elastic waistband sticking above the top of Robbie's shorts,
the tail of the grey shirt disappearing temptingly under it.

"So?"

"I've told you before, they'll laugh at you at senior school if you do
that. That's wot little kids do innit?"

"I `spose, but... I do it 'cause.."

" `cause of wot?" asked Brian, intrigued.

"Well I does it, `cause I thinks if other kids see me pants they might
sorta say something about pants and that.." Robbie paused, "and they.."

"They might say they likes pants as well? Is that it?" asked Brian smiling
to himself. Robbie was indeed a devious little boy with a very healthy
interest in underwear!

"See... that's how Barry and me became friends.. he was wearing white ones
like I was and we.." he paused again.

"We wot?" asked Brian, the story itself was exciting him in addition to
concentrating on fondling Robbie's behind.

"You won't tell no one?" asked Robbie, trying to turn round to see Brian's
face.

"No. Course not."

"Well `cause they were just the same make, we swopped after gym one day and
wore each others home!" Robbie tried to turn again and caught a glance of
Brian's grinning face. "I still got 'em and wear 'em!"

"Did you sniff 'em?" Brian looked down at his prey. He had become
insatiable and was sure he could cum again.

"Umm.. well, yer.. that was when I had me own room."

"You can sniff mine if you want!"

"I already have!" replied Robbie giggling.

"Yeah and I've sniffed yours!" Brian laughed. "You don't half leave a lot
of piss marks in 'em!"

"Wot!" came the surprised reply.

"Now, shut up. We gotta be quick or mum will find us. Now d'you like this?"
Brian bent down and firmly pushed a hand between Robbie's legs and on up
the leg shorts, pausing only when he could stroke the soft white briefs.

"Ooooh.. yer! Wot about me shirt!" exclaimed Robbie grinding his cock
further into the mattress as the hot fingers began to worm their way past
the elastic.

"That's next, right now." Brian's other hand pulled the shirt free and
forced itself down the back of both shorts and briefs to feel the top of
his crack.

After much fumbling and giggling Brian suggested they undo the shorts to
allow some proper access, something Robbie was only too delighted to
do. Seconds later he was bending over in much the same position but with
the shorts around his ankles and Brian's hands searching everywhere.

Being so excited Robbie was oblivious to what Brian was doing to either him
or his clothing. Already very stretched and shapeless Brian mercilessly
continued to pull at Robbie's briefs about, hauling them to one side to
expose a pair of tempting firm and white buttocks.

"Wot's that.. wot you doing?" asked Robbie giggling, feeling something hard
and sticky being forced between his legs.

"It's me willie, squeeze yer legs and grip it."

Only too willingly Robbie obeyed. Although Brian was somewhat disappointed
it wasn't his bum he was entering again it nevertheless this made a very
good substitute, especially when he humped Robbie into the mattress. As
Brian's left arm forced the boys tightly together his other hand pulled at
the front of Robbie's briefs, both boys being unaware that the stitching
around the fly had now been pulled apart. Brian, having made his mind up to
give his brother an interactive hands-on lesson in the art of masturbation
was soon inside and rubbing the length of Robbie's thin cock between his
fingers.

As ever, both boys having only recently discovered the joys of sex the
subsequent events began to unfold all too rapidly. Brian found he was again
on the verge of ejaculating although this time he had a strong emotional
desire to share the experience and to feel his semi-naked body being
pressed hard against his brothers. Robbie, his cock being rubbed
remorselessly was beginning to experience some strange new feelings and was
about to say something when Brian groaned and ejaculated between his
legs. His load spent, still firmly clasping Robbie and humping him into the
mattress Brian suddenly felt very weak at the knees. Loosening his grip
allowed Robbie, who was now in the throes of his own dry orgasm to collapse
shaking, forward onto the bed.

"Brian, didn't you hear me? Are you back as well?"

It was their mothers voice coming from the bottom of the stairs, Brian
shook his head not really sure if he had heard it at all. Finally he opened
his eyes to see Robbie lying across the bed, his white buttocks peering out
the side of his briefs now looking about fifteen sizes too large and would
easily accommodate the entire class.

"Brian... Robbie... are you up there?" Their mothers voice was getting
louder as were the footsteps on the stairs.

"Fuck!" said Robbie groggily.

"Fucking hell!" said Brian.

Brian stood bolt upright with shock. As the seconds ticked away he turned
almost white with fear at the prospect of being caught. With one hand he
desperately tried to pull his shorts up whilst slapping Robbie across his
bottom with the other.

"For fucks sake, pull yer fuckin' shorts up.. it's mum!"

If the delightful tingling feeling hadn't carried on so long Robbie might
have stirred earlier, as it was he seemed only half awake. Not sure if he
too had heard correctly he slowly stood up inadvertently allowing what was
left of his briefs to fall and join his shorts around his ankles.

"Brian, you there."

"Sorry... just changing... mum.." cried Brian. A dreadful sinking feeling
seemed to engulf him.

With only the three top stairs to go and the voice getting louder Brian
knew he had to hide the evidence even if it meant ignoring his own
predicament. With Robbie looking as though he was frozen to the spot Brian
desperately grabbed at his shorts and pulling them up so violently that he
almost crushed Robbie's balls and certainly made his eyes water!

"Now just fuckin' hold 'em up!" hissed the panic stricken Brian to Robbie
who now had real tears in his eyes. "Don't you dare fuckin' cry, you just
fuckin' smile!"

Following a ritual squeak from the top stair, the bedroom door began to
open.

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Chapter 62 to follow