Date: Wed, 24 Nov 2010 08:40:05 +0000 From: Tom Subject: Brief encounters chap 63 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 *************************************************************************************************** **************************************************************************************************** Chapter 63 – Pandora's box Having retired to his room Tom had done little except to slowly start changing his clothes, having removed Alex's shorts he paused and still wearing Brian's briefs had carefully inspected and sniffed the shorts. After folding them neatly ready for the morning he put on his jeans and lay on the bed thinking through the events of the day, particularly his strong feelings for Alex. To reach any conclusion was going to be difficult other than knowing they were certainly soul mates and wanted each other physically. Should they should treat each other like brothers so they could be together without feeling too guilty or just be honest about the intensity of their friendship? It was all too difficult and far too much to think about. However, there was one thing he had thought about and arrived at a conclusion. That, by doing the homework about Archimedes is would help clear the incident from mind and hopefully allow him to forget the disgrace of wetting himself in the classroom for the rest of the evening. Time passed and about ten minutes before tea, normally ready for about six thirty, he had all but completed the work when he was disturbed by a knock on the bedroom door. It was his father, Alan who often popped in to see him around that time after he had returned from work. Generally they had a good relationship, quite humourous and helped by his being nowhere as fastidious as his wife, in fact it was on occasion something they could both joke about. "So, have you had a good day? Not in trouble or anything?" "No, fine dad." Tom looked up smiled and then started to fiddle with the cap of his fountain pen. "Good, good.. no scandal, nothing to report or anything?" Alan looked at the bed and sat on the edge. "No.. no.. why d'you ask?" "Nothing really, just wondered." he smiled. "Mum said you got something in your eyes?" "Oh yeah." Tom purposely made brief eye contact to make the story sounded all the more believable. "Got off the bus with Alex and some builders lorry passed by and all this dust blew off went in our eyes.. made us blink and that.. cement dust we reckon." "Sound's very dangerous, especially if you'd been on your bike." "Yer, that's wot mum said as well." Alan leaning over to see what Tom was doing. "What's this then?" "Homework." "Unusual you starting now, you normally do it after tea?" "Thought I'd get it out the way." Tom returned to looking at the fountain pen. "Right, oh well. Is it anything interesting? What's the subject about?" "Physics and stuff.." "What sort of stuff?" asked Alan. "I used to like physics." "Uumm.. Archimedes and all that." replied Tom still staring at his blue fountain pen. He was beginning to have a nagging doubt that there was an ulterior motive to the conversation. Where could it be leading? "Archimedes, well that name brings it all back." Alan grinned. "Oh does it really?" asked Tom looking up and sounding genuinely surprised. "Oh yes," Alan caught his eye, "when I was at school we all used to joke about what he was actually doing in the bath!" With that Tom turned a delightful shade of puce and dropped the cap of the pen on the floor in shock. Masturbation the taboo subject that parents were not meant to know or ever talk about. "It looks like you probably know exactly what I mean!" Alan smiled reassuringly. With a nondescript grunt Tom leant down to break away from his father's gaze to pick up the top of the pen. Slowly surfacing and obviously embarrassed he had committed a cardinal schoolboy sin by good as admitting to masturbating. "Tom," he smiled again. "I'm sorry to bring the subject up like that, but it seemed a good opportunity to broach the matter." "Mmhh.. well.." Tom was thinking, broach the matter? What matter? "Broach wot?" "Look, I know it's awkward for you, but..." Alan patted the bed beside him, "I think we do need to have a little talk, come and sit here." Swallowing hard Tom tried to compose himself as he moved over. Was this really his father talking to him? He had never remotely mentioned sex ever, something must have brought this on. What? "The first thing, is that I think we will both find this embarrassing as well," said Alan turning to purposely made eye contact again, "I mean, I've never had to talk about this stuff before either! So, let's just be open and honest with each other. Yes?" "Why.. but.. why, you doing this dad?" Tom's voice was rather croaky. "Have you.. have you heard something... wot have I done?" "What would I have heard?" Alan was intrigued. "Should I have heard something?" "No, don't think so." replied Tom slowly. Having realised if nothing had been heard then something else must have instigated the conversation and it was not connected with his absolutely disastrous day at school. "Right, good." said Alan although continuing to ponder on Tom's answer as if he should have heard about something! "So, wot is it then dad?" from the tone of his voice Tom was obviously anxious. "Well," Alan was tempted to put his arm around Tom's shoulder, he resisted thinking that might be needed later. "you see Tom, this is going to be a bit tricky... it's about you and.. masturbation." Tom shuddered at the mere mention of the word. The colour in his face said it all. "How can I put this, uumm.. well, we both know mum can be a little over the top when it comes to having you looking tidy for school and all that, can't she?" "Yer.. all the time." muttered Tom, his throat was going dry. He had no idea where the conversation was all leading, only that he had fallen into an adult sized trap. "And she has been worried that.." "Has she's been looking at my things.." he interrupted, worried she had been looking for stained clothing and bedding. "I don't think so, why would she?" Alan smiled. "No, it's not that.. she, uumm.. was just hoovering you room the other day and uumm... found.." "Found wot?" As soon as he had said it he knew the answer. Hoovering was the clue. His heart sank, nearly stopped! His worst ever nightmare was about to materialise, he just knew it. "I think you know, don't you?" Tom swallowed hard. Alan reached into his jacket pocket and slowly pulled out the cum stained briefs that Martin had worn on Sunday. "You see Tom, she found these under your bed." "Oh no... oh fff..." he closed his eyes. "Finding these had Mum really worried about you and well, let's be honest," he paused, "and what you might have been up to... they are very stained." "Ah, but they ain't mine." said Tom quickly thinking he could use Alex's trick even though he hated lying to his father. "Things got muddled up in the changing room last week and they was all I was left with. I know they're awful but I had to wear 'em din't I? Dunno who's they are." "Oh, I see what you're saying." "Yeah, they ain't mine dad." Tom looked sideways at the semen stained cotton, now beginning to turn yellow. It was Martin's semen and even now he couldn't believe there was so much of it. "Well you know what mum's like." Alan paused and dropped the briefs on the bed. Tom looked very relieved. "And she still labels all your clothes just like she did at primary school." "Oh.. I.." his face fell. "Dad.." "D'you see?" Alan turned the briefs inside out to show next to the Lyle and Scott label was sewn a little name tag with `T Johnson' neatly written in indelible ink. "And, then there's the hole in the back. Now it's that that has got her worried.. as it implies uumm.. well d'you see what I mean?" There was no point in lying any further. Visibly shocked Tom turned and looked at his father, tears were forming in the corners of eyes. He didn't need this, not after today of all days. "Tom, I'm not mad, I just want to know well.. what it's all about, you know generally, believe me I don't want to know the details. Every boy masturbates." Now was the time to an arm round him, Tom responded and moved closer. "Does it help if you think that I was boy like you once?" asked Alan. Not entirely comfortable with admitting to his own boyhood sexual escapades he had to do it, it seemed only fair and might put Tom as ease a bit. "And I probably did similar things that you are doing now. So I really, really do understand how awful and embarrassing this must feel." "I `spose." replied Tom thinking deep, wondering if Alan had ever been caught! It stood to reason that in adolescence his father must have masturbated, so he could well understand how Tom felt and the embarrassment that went with it. But, what Tom really didn't want to contemplate was the thought of his father figure involved any sexual connotation even as a boy. It just didn't seem right, he was his father, not a sex object and that's how he wanted to think of him. "You gonna tell mum?" he looked up, big brown eyes. "Tell her what? You haven't said anything yet! She'll want some explanation, that seems fair, doesn't it?" Alan smiled. "Look, she's not got any brothers or anything so I don't think she'll ever understand how strong the urge to masturbate is for boys around your age. The fact is now you've discovered it you probably can't leave it alone." "So.. so you've known... how long?" "I've only guessed. Your age and the fact that lately you always have a hand in your trouser pocket, it had to happen sometime soon!" "Oh." Tom blushed a deep shade of red. "Don't be ashamed, you're growing up." he said squeezing his shoulders. Tom looked up, despite his earlier thoughts about his father and sex he still couldn't resist asking. "Dad.. dad.. so did you.. you know.. well.." "Oh yes. All boys do, don't they?" Alan blushed slightly himself and then pulled Tom closer. "Like I just said, it's nothing to be ashamed of, it's all part of growing up." "Wot you gonna tell mum about... about.." he pointed hesitantly to the briefs. "Yes, they're the problem aren't they? Without them we wouldn't be having this conversation would we? But," he paused, "but.. uumm.. there seems an awful lot of.. uumm.. staining, for your age? And the hole in the back?" Tom stared at the floor. Would a highly sanitized version of the truth be a way around it. His father appeared very relaxed about it all, if anything he seemed more interested in appeasing the lady of the house and be quite content to know that nothing untoward had happened to anybody. "Well, what shall I tell her?" It seemed as if the alarm clock had rung for hours before Art finally raised his head out from the pillow to turn it off, moved the bedclothes and stuck out an arm, felt for the clock and then promptly knocked it to the floor. "Fucking' hell, wot a stink!" he muttered grumpily to himself struggling to escape from the tangle of bedclothes which until now had managed to contain the pungent odour trapped like some disgusting monster ion the depths of the bedding. Early mornings were not his forte, but having been forced to get out of bed to find and silence the offending clock he was feeling more or less awake. Still blinking he sat on the edge of the edge holding the clock and looked down, the pyjama cord was stained yellow. Grinning he saw the fly was temptingly open exposing the very same black briefs which he had first put on the previous morning, not normally wearing anything under his pyjamas he just hadn't wanted to take them off! Instinctively reaching down to feel his hard cock through the damp briefs cocooned in his pyjamas he began to think maybe it was worth getting up early after all! The smell trapped in the briefs was quite distinctive, almost an aromatic version of Pandora's box! Wrinkling his nose, he slipped his hand under the waistband only to inadvertently release more of the dreadful smell before finally grasping the base of his hot, sticky erection. For a minute he toyed with the pubic hairs matted from the previous night, rubbing the congealing spunk between his fingers to finally wipe them on his pyjamas. Seven forty the clock said, the bus left at eight twenty five, plenty of time for a quick wank and maybe he would even change his underpants ready for school. Then maybe not! Whatever it was that turned him on by wearing dirty underpants that he or anybody else had worn, cum, even pissed in he didn't know. Something certainly had, that was for sure. The more raunchy the underwear the more it excited him, so after some twenty four hours continuous wear coping with numerous bodily functions, fluids and multiple ejaculations the briefs were now positively revolting. Although in Art's eyes they weren't just revolting, but gloriously revolting! The striped pyjama trousers now pulled down to his ankles, he lay back on the crumpled bedclothes with his knees bent and pushed his left hand past the elasticated leg opening and in the dark, sticky unknown of his briefs. It felt deliciously hot and slimy inside, a combination of sweat and stale semen with the temperature seeming to rise the nearer he got to fingering his bumhole. With little resistance an experienced but very grubby finger was soon nudging it's way past the rather fetid entrance to encourage the prostate to splurge another hot load of semen into the darkness. With Art was enjoying the last penile twitches and smearing the hot cum all around his stomach and balls on the other side of the four inches of brickwork Simon was also waking up. Drowsily he turned over on the pillow to look at the clock to see the time, plenty of time! Feeling his firm erection through his blue striped pyjamas he closed his eyes and started to slowly masturbate, wondering if he could make it last the full twelve minutes before having to silence the alarm and get up. Penile twitches over and the cum rubbed in to save wiping it up, Art got to his feet and started gathering his school clothes from the various heaps on the floor. He had to admit that lately he was becoming slightly apprehensive about his appearance as his mother had again started dropping hints and showing her displeasure at seeing him again going to school looking a wreck. Not wishing to tempt providence and incur a repeat of her previous outburst and subsequent annihilation following similar warnings on the subject, he had to improve. Sadly the truth was his good intentions had all but evaporated with his appearance very rapidly regressing to scruffy minus. Amazingly enough that message was slowly registering with him and he realised that today he couldn't go to school smelling or looking as bad he did. Concluding that some form of wash might be a good idea he gathered up a bundle of part worn clothes and set off for the bathroom, pausing to listen at Simon's door as he rearranged the bundle to cover his obvious erection. As much as he would have liked to have burst in and probably caught Simon in the act, for once the visit to the bathroom seemed more important. Locking the door behind him and throwing the clothes on the floor he stripped off the pyjamas to stand there in just the black briefs which now looked a very sorry sight. Stretched out of shape and positively reeking of cum in various degrees of congelation he discovered they had stuck fast and needed to be gently peeled off to avoid removing any pubic hairs. Half filling the basin he balanced on the edge and sloshed water over his cock and balls making a mess on the floor as he did so. A clean, fluffy pink towel served to remove most of the deposits when assisted by a pair of dirty finger nails to pick out the really stubborn lumps from his pubic hair and wipe on the towel. However, the addition of water to the fresh layer of semen which he had just rubbed over his stomach made matters worse as seemed to transform it into a diluted form of wallpaper paste. That too was finally removed by rubbing with the now, not so clean pink towel. Holding his ever erect cock as some form of comforter he looked down and sniffed, thinking he had done a rather good job, even if he had covered the floor in the equivalent of a bath full of water in the process. All that was left was to get dressed and go downstairs for breakfast. The shirt had only been worn for a day so other than the grimy cuffs and collar he thought it looked rather smart. His tie had not been retied for days, it being merely loosened and slipped over his head ever day rather like hangman's noose. The odd grey socks had only been worn for a day, whilst the white briefs he had selected from the heap had a mere two days worth of heavy cum and pee stains although after one particularly exciting evening wank the elastic was now rather stretched and ill fitting. Inexplicably the water he had spilt over the floor had definitely wet the socks and briefs, however as a bonus it started the process of softening the areas where the stained white cotton had gone mysteriously stiff! "Fuck! Fuck!" Having picked up the trousers and started to pull them up, he had forgotten that Simon had broken the zip during their adventure on the bus the previous afternoon. Wrapping the towel around his waist and grabbing the trousers, he walked quickly back to his room to find the spare pair. They were nowhere to be found and that even included looking under the bed! Time was ticking by and it was now gone eight o'clock. Helpfully, just as if he didn't need any further problems Linda called up the stairs to make sure he was up and about. There was nothing for it, picking up the trousers he made for the door and hesitantly set off downstairs to ask if she knew where the spare pair were. "Oh.. dad, didn't expect you." Art stopped at seeing his father sat at the kitchen table wit Linda. "Come in, I'm not going bite!" Ted smiled, nothing seemed to phase him these days where Art was concerned, even his appearance. Linda though, stared at Art dressed in his pink towel in amazement. He shuffled into the kitchen looking distinctly embarrassed. "You haven't gone yet?" "Obviously not! I'm still here, see I not going in to office first thing." It really was difficult not to laugh, particularly as the fluffy pink towel did little to disguise the inevitable bulge. Linda looked at Ted and for once she was speechless. "Mum.. it's me trousers.. the zips bust. I can't find me other pair." said Art rather plaintively offered them to her over the table at arms's length. "Is that my favourite pink towel?" she asked with an accusing look on seeing it close up. "It's all covering something. Art, what have you done, that was clean yesterday!" "Uumm.. is it? It.. uumm... oh... it must have fell on the wet floor.." "Well whatever was on the floor, look it's all covered in something now! How do you do it? Thank god Simon is a bit tidier!" "Water." "Water?" "What water?" "On the floor!" Shaking her head in disbelief she looked him up and down, noting the odd socks. Despite her apparent huffiness the humour of the situation was not lost on her. Ted nudged her under the table. "Now what else have you got on? Is that shirt clean?" she asked taking the cue and doing her best to keep from laughing. "It doesn't look very clean!" "Almost!" "I hope you have got some clean pants on under that!" "Yer." Art cringed and then as expected blushed at the mention of the word. Pants. Ted put his head in his hands he couldn't look. "So what happened to the zip, then Art?" she asked. "I don't know what you do to zips." "Dunno, don't work. Got stuck innit?" Art looked hopefully at Ted for some moral support. "Maybe you to try to pull them down too far, too quickly!" was Ted's contribution. "Uumm.." Keeping the trousers at a distance Linda examined the stained material around the zip, thankfully she was unaware how many latent babies she could be holding. "Goodness Art, what have you split over these trousers, they're an awful mess, they need a damn good wash! I mean, just look at them. And they smell!" There was no need to look at them, he knew exactly why the zip had failed and what the stains were, although even he was a little surprised to see just how much staining there was! Getting more flustered by the second Art dutifully shuffled closer to pretend to see for himself how bad it looked and pressed the bulging towel onto the back of a chair as he leaned over to look. Ted fearing the worst glanced over at the trousers. To a either man or boy there was no mistaking dried semen, looking up and catching Art's eye he raised his eyebrows. Art immediately realised why and blushing heavily he moved backwards, Ted shook his head. "You really must take more care of your clothes." said Linda firmly, luckily having missed the sight of bulging pink towel being pressed into the chair. "Now look, if your room doesn't improve by the weekend and you get those piles of washing sorted out I'm going to have to tidy it like I did last time. Do you really want me to do that?" "No.. no.. mum.. no.. I'll do it..." Art was now going into full panic mode. "D'you know where his other trousers are, love?" asked Ted. A proactive defusing might just help the situation before Linda seriously started on yet another trajectory towards Art's wardrobe in orbit. "He really ought to get ready for school." "Yes, they're by my sewing box." she looked at Art, "But, if you remember the zip had gone on those as well. I haven't got round to putting in the new one yet. It's a right fiddle to do it." Art's face fell. "So.. wot.. wot.." "Well, I'll do them this afternoon for you then, I can't have you looking any worse. I mean.. look at yourself! You'll just have to wear these with a safety pin for today!" "Morning mum." said Simon walked through the doorway sounding very happy, having infused his pyjama trousers and taken all of ten minutes to do it, so setting a record for his longest wank ever. He stopped abruptly in the doorway behind Art looking at the pink towel in astonishment. "Hello, love." "A safety wot?" asked Art cautiously. The situation was going to get worse, he knew it now that Simon had appeared. "Yer, why's he wearing a pink frock?" asked Simon pointing and beginning to laugh, "It looks silly with them odd socks and his tie! Is he going to school like that?" "His zips broken." replied Ted, verging on laughing himself. Art was indeed a law unto himself. "Again!" "A safety pin. You know, like.. well.. just a safety pin!" cut in Linda. "But you'll have to take it out when you want a wee!" "A wee!" Ted looked around, the whole thing was turning into a mad hatters tea party. "Wot? Take wot out when I have.. when I have a.. wee?" Art was lost. Time was short, school was threatening and still without any trousers Art was getting distraught. Simon having joined in and two conversations going on at once didn't help. "Mum means, we'll pin the fly closed with a safety pin, but you'll have to take it out if you need a wee." said Ted slowly, seeing Art was getting confused. "How big is it?" asked Art. "Not very!" interrupted Simon before collapsing in a fit of giggling. "Simon. Stop it!" "Hey, ain't that mum's pink towel?" Too late. Simon wasn't stopping this becoming too funny to be true. "Will you fff... I mean.. shut up!" snapped Art turning quickly to scowl at Simon. "Art.. now." said Ted in steadying tone. It was too late. As Art had turned the towel had caught on the back of the chair and was already obeying the laws of gravity by swooping downwards to the floor. It took a few moments for Art to realise what had happened. Not though for Simon who instantly leant back against the door frame hooting with laughter and pointing at the large translucent wet patch on the white briefs. Little of Art's throbbing erection was left to the imagination. Unsure what to do other than retrieve the towel Art instantly swung back to pick it up and unintentionally increased the severity of his humiliation several fold. In his extreme haste to turn back round substantial gyroscopic forces had entered into play, allowing the weighty five inches of engorged organ to escape from the overstretched elastic at the side of the briefs. Linda was faced with a dilemma. Not only that, she was literally faced with drops of seminal fluid leaking from the piss slit of her elder son's erection! It winked at her brazenly from the side of his heavily stained white underpants. It was something Linda had never expected, nor ever wanted to see. Art, having his back towards the door was obscured from Simon's view, who leaning on the door frame was now laughing at the sight of the rear of the grubby, drooping white briefs. Looking aghast, Ted and Linda had gone quiet whereas Art had flipped from total embarrassment to heart stopping shock and was looking as white as a sheet. "Oh Simon just shut up! Go and get ready for school, the jokes over." said Ted firmly after a few moments. "Wot have I done? Anyway I'm ready I want me breakfast." said Simon not understanding why the jovial mood had suddenly changed. "Dad.." "You haven't done anything, just... please just go and get ready for the bus." Ted thought to himself in the matter of a few seconds the household had turned into chaos. "But I haven't had me breakfast!" Unsure what was going on Simon looked very dejected and started to turn to go back to the hall. At which point, Linda who seemed to have been transfixed by the sight suddenly came back to life and sounding very confused shrieked out. "Arthur...that's disgusting.. oh god, you revolting boy, you're revolting! Go away.. I don't want to see you. Put it away! Go away!" Art was totally shaken. Nothing could have prepared him for this experience, grabbing the towel and holding it in front of him he turned, pushed Simon roughly out of the way and fled up the stairs the tears already welling in his eyes. "What is it mum? Wot's it all about?" asked Simon visibly shocked at his mothers angry reaction. "Where's Art gone? Wot's wrong with him?" "Uumm.." Ted had already put an arm around Linda's shoulder, she looked up at Simon. "Mummy's just had a bit of shock." said Ted. "Why don't you just get your breakfast and then get the bus, we've got to sort out his uniform. So I'll take Art in as I've got to go that way. Come and sit here with her, I'll see Art." "Simon, didn't mean to scare you or anything," she smiled, "I'm sorry love, I.. I just over reacted to something, that's all." "Wot?" asked Simon moving over to Linda. "I'll tell you later, nothing really." replied Ted, "You just have your breakfast." "Come here." Linda beckoned and Simon moved over, she gave him a hug. "It's nothing, let daddy explain later. Come on and get ready for school. I must have word with dad." Simon was still unsure as to what was going. Why Art was walking about with a towel around him? He busied himself with a bowl of cereal as he mulled it over and his parents talked quietly in the hallway. "You alright love?" asked Ted. "I'm sorry.. it's just that, well he's not a boy now is he?" Linda's voice was cracking, "I didn't mean it.. it was just so, oh my god. It was so big.. and he's been.. oh I wasn't.. I mean.. I never thought.. he's not my little boy now is he?" "No, I suppose not. He's a young man. " Ted hugged her, "You know he might be there physically, but he certainly isn't there yet mentally is he!" "No, a long way to go yet!" She smiled. "You go and see him.. take him to school.. please tell him I didn't mean anything. I was just so shocked. I'll see him tonight when we've both got over it." Ted headed for the stairs, wiping her eyes she turned to Simon. "Listen, I want you ready so you can go on the bus by yourself this morning. Dad will drop off Art." "Wot's it all about mum? Wot's wrong with Art?" Simon knew it must be something to do with sex, it always was! "It's about growing up and there's nothing wrong with him so don't worry." she replied in a tone of voice that meant she was going to give little away. Looking at Simon she started getting up from the table. "Come let's get you organised and I've got some sewing to do." ############################################################################### Chap 64 to follow