Date: Tue, 07 Dec 2010 23:58:20 +0000 From: Tom Subject: Brief encounters chapter 64 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 64 – Contrition "Morning love, you're a little late. Did you sleep well?" "Uumm.. yes." Walking slowly into the kitchen for breakfast Tom appeared a little hesitant, he wasn't too sure what reaction to expect from his mother. Having assumed she would certainly have discussed the saga of the torn Y-fronts with his father at some point before seeing him arrive for breakfast. "What have you got today, anything interesting?" standing by the sink she smiled as she adjusted the yellow rubber gloves. "Usual stuff I `spose." he said rather unenthusiastically thinking about the extra physics homework he was going to hand to Mr Turner. "No games or anything, today then?" she enquired turning round to smile again. Why should she be wearing a permanent smile. Strange, mentioning games. Could that be connected with boys getting undressed in changing rooms and of course forge a connection with the ubiquitous Y-fronts? Why didn't she just come right out with whatever she had on her mind and say it. Worrying stuff. "No, that's tomorrow mum." Having overslept a little that morning there had been no time for what had become the ritual self-abuse. He felt deep in his pocket once she had turned back to the washing up in sink. "You won't be getting changed or anything then?" she asked gazing out of the window above the sink. "Oh, there's a new packet of cornflakes in the cupboard." "Wot? Corn flakes? Changed, no.. no.. I `spose not. Why?" he just hoped he didn't sound or look as awkward as he was beginning to feel. Cunning these mothers. "Oh nothing." "Why.. mum why?" nervously he fiddled with the new packet of cereal and ended up ripping the top off the box and spilling a handful into the sugar bowl. "I'll clear that up, you just eat so you're not late." she said moving to the table. "Mum wot about changing? Wot you saying?" he asked again, purposely trying to avoid any eye contact. "Well," she said poking the mix of sugar and cereal with a clean spoon, "I've been thinking about what your father has told me and it's quite disgusting isn't it?" "Wot's he said then?" Tom's voice was failing at the thought of another stressful day. It was not what he needed. "Wot's.. isn't wot disgusting?" he stuttered and stared into the bowl. "Well, I mean. You know, what those boys did to you." the voice was taking a harder edge. "Wot.. mum.. wot boys, they did wot?" His appetite gone, breakfast was now a lost cause. "D'you know, I've a good mind to tell the school, their parents ought to know." "Mum, wot? Please tell me." Toms voice was sounding desperate and the butterflies were nervously stirring once again. "Please tell me wot you mean." "Well that's why I asked dad to have word with you." Her comments were making no real sense nor was she listening to his replies, she conveniently looked out the window again, "I don't think I should be talking to you about these things.. those things.. it's dad's job.. you know what I mean, what I found..." "No I don't. Wot things? Found?" The was a long pregnant pause whilst they both looked in different directions. "Oh no!" Tom turned bright red at the realisation of what she was alluding to, knowing exactly what she meant and incapable of mentioning the word underpants. It was just all too embarrassing. "Oh... I do.. you mean.. oh.. I uumm..." "Quite!" she continued looking out the window. A sheltered life and no brothers, surely her only child wouldn't know anything about masturbating, he was too young. "So how could one of those boys could steal your," she visibly composed herself, "your, your underpants and do what they did!" Tom turned pale at the very mention of the word not least since he was gripped by total embarrassment. This was his mother skirting round the most taboo subject and talking of what had happened to his underpants! "And then to return them torn, in that revolting condition so you would have to wear them home after they'd... oh, it's too disgusting. What sort of family do these boys come from?" "Oh uumm.." Whatever was she going to say next, he had to cut her off. "Is that wot dad said then?" "Yes. You poor boy, you must have felt sick having to wear they them like that, no wonder you never said anything and hid them under the bed!" Tom blinked. Naive wasn't the word for it, she really didn't have any idea that he had been incessantly masturbating for the last few weeks. Even now she hadn't made the connection despite the stains on his clothes and bedding! "It was awful mum." "I would think it was." Sniffing occasionally, just to make the point he looked down at the bowl of cornflakes which somehow now seemed very attractive. "Of course, I don't suppose you know who it was do you?" she asked casually. "Could have been lot's of boys." he said wistfully loading his spoon and squeezing his legs together knowing he had dressed again in Brian's Y-fronts and Alex's shorts! Ted found Art's bedroom door closed when he got to it, knocking in a rather cursory fashion he went into the room to find Art lying face down on the unmade bed. Still wearing just socks, shirt and the grubby white briefs, the towel was lying on the floor by the side of the bed. "You all right?" worried, Ted sat on the edge of the bed beside him. "Hhmm Wot d'you think!" grunted Art, motionless. "We'll get you sorted and I'll give you a lift to school." Ted hesitated, then put a hand on Art's shoulder, he flinched. "Come on, be just you and me. We'll let Simon get the bus." "Hhmm.." "Please, Art look at me." Ted looked at his watch. No doubt they were going to have to get a move on if Art was to make it on time even with a lift. "Dad.." very slowly Art turned his head, his cheeks were streaked. "Am I.. am I really.. revolting?" Linda's comment was still ringing his ears and had really floored him. "No, no! You, you silly boy. No. Never!" Ted sounded quite emotional. Unable to help himself, he bodily pulled Art up from the bed and hugged him. Nothing was said for a full minute, when they parted it was obvious how they both felt. "She didn't mean it. Honestly." Ted looked him in the face and did his best to smile. "You ought to know by now, she's totally bloody useless when it comes to you, growing up and sex." "Yer, I `spose she is." "There's no suppose about it, she really is. It was all said in the heat of the moment. Honestly, she's now worried how much she has upset you." "Oh, I see." Art nodded, then totally confounded Ted by giving him one of his special looks, he blinked. "She was so shocked to suddenly find that you weren't her little boy any more." "Wot d'you mean?" "You bloody well frightened her to death when your big cock stuck out of those dirty pants right in her face! That's what did it!" Ted drew a breath, plainly he was affected by what he was having to say. "Art, let's face it, we all know you're a bloody mess. But, we love you to bits. Don't you see, suddenly you went from being her little boy to.. well a young man with the all right equipment! " "Oh fuck!" Art's jaw dropped, he repeated, "Wot me cock?" "Yes, that's what I just said!" Ted grinned then without warning grabbed Art again and hugged him. "God I love you." Both rubbing their eyes, Ted stood up and pointed to the trousers he had brought up with him and left on the floor. "Get them on and then use these two small safety pins," putting them on the chest of drawers he turned to go out, "to hold the fly together, nobody will notice. Then get downstairs and I'll drive you to school. But hurry up and wash your face as well." "Dad." called Art catching Ted as he was about to go out, he turned and was met with yet another of Art's smiles. "You make everything all right." "Sometimes!" Standing outside the bedroom Ted took a few seconds to compose himself before walking down the stairs. All this and so early in the day. "Linda, he's getting ready, I'll take him in. Simon's gone has he? Did he know what was going on?" "I don't know to be honest and I don't know what he saw either. But he's just left, seemed all right, no doubt he'll find out from Art." She appeared out of the kitchen door, looking as though she had been crying as well. "Is Art all right? I really didn't mean that.. it was.. all too quick and.. he's grown, he's got... he's a young man. " "I know and he knows that you didn't mean it, I'll talk to him again on the way in." "But are you all right?" she asked seeing that Ted had obviously had a tearful moment as well. "About the same as you! It's certainly one of those mornings isn't it?" he replied walking over and smiling. "But what would we do without him?" "Without him?" She pulled him close. "I don't know. Probably a lot less washing!" Their time together didn't last longer than a minute or two before being cut short by a loud crash as Art accidentally dropped his school bag down the stairs and chased noisily after it. "Oh... sorry, hhmm..." he said rather awkwardly on seeing them standing together, he turned away to put on his maroon blazer. "Art," said Linda, "come here." "Yer, wot mum?" he said whilst attempting to adjust his tie, never undone and slipped on every day like a hangmans noose. A little unsure of what to do or expect he walked slowly over, only to find himself being grabbed smothered in kisses. "I didn't mean it love," she said in between hugging him, "I didn't.. it was .. well a shock at seeing... your.. your.. uumm.." "Mum, it's all right. Everybody's seen it now ain't they!" Art struggled to escape the avalanche of kisses and fight back more tears through his obvious embarrassment. "Oh Art, I didn't mean it like that!" she grabbed him again. "I know!" Bonding at this altitude was proving a very emotional experience for everybody and for Ted in particular. "Linda, let him go or we'll all be at it again!" said Ted reaching down for Art's bag. "Come on you, it's school and tuck that damn shirt in." Still somewhat flushed Art managed a smile which immediately put them both under his spell again and added to the emotional undertones which had been building up. Ted moved to virtually propel Art towards the front door leaving Linda to ponder where her little boy had gone. The journey to school generally only took a little over fifteen minutes by car which compared to about thirty on the bus. They didn't say much to each other but were deep in each others thoughts and glad of the metaphorical space. Art was wondering if he would ever get over the embarrassment of his mother seeing his throbbing erection, whilst Ted was wondering if he should tell him his own secret. It was only when they stopped having encountered some temporary traffic lights at a road junction that they spoke. "Safety pins alright?" asked Ted looking over. "Yer, think so, have a look." said Art removing his hands from across his lap to reveal what looked like the start of a sinister bulge in his trousers. "Uumm.." raising his eyebrows Ted looked rather quizzically at Art. "D'you put in both pins?" "Naw, only one." "Well that's why I can see your pants though the gap." "Oh.. sshii.. I got it yer somewhere." Art sniffed and started to search through the contents of his trouser pockets, which only served to highlight the ever expanding fly. "How long are these lights going to take?" asked Ted trying not to look. "Dunno... ah, got it," said Art waving the other safety pin in the air, "I'll stick it in." "Not literally I hope." Ted laughed and watched out of the corner of his eye as Art vainly attempted to pin the gaping fly together. It was now very self-evident to both of them that he had rapidly become fully erect. "Art, look uumm.. don't you think this is a bit.. awkward.. I shouldn't be seeing... well you know. " Ted had started to say something along the lines that he thought it was a little embarrassing that the two of them be in such close proximity whilst Art was trying to contain his ever hardening member. "You see dad.." interrupted Art excitedly. "I'm trying not to!" replied Ted looking out the window. Art gave a short laugh. "Dad, listen, please." For Art, it was going to be a typically honest, heartfelt, if naive statement which if anything would only serve to make Ted feel even worse. "Dad, you don't have to get embarrassed about this now, `cause you saw me hard on earlier.. so I ain't got nothing to hide now have I? Anyway you've known I've always got one, haven't you?" "I suppose. It's pretty obvious." Ted replied staring at the red light whilst flashes of his own teenage years went before him. "Thing is, somehow you seems to understand about me and sex. It's almost like you knows what it's like.. `cause you talk to me and don't get mad, well about wanking and that!" At which point he looked up and gave an enormous smile which totally threw Ted. "Besides, I feel I can tell you things. Things, you know wot I mean." "Uumm Art, I'm not sure you should saying this to me." For once Ted was stuck for words, feeling very embarrassed that his own son was now openly talking about sex and confiding in him. "The way this conversation is going it's for your friends, like Nigel, not for me." "That's done it," said Art ignoring his reply and grinning, having mastered the second safety pin, "can you see me pants now dad?" Turning away from the view of the traffic lights Ted quickly looked over to the adjacent seat, "Don't think so." "Lights is going green now." Art sounded incredibly relaxed and happy. Almost as though the earlier events had not had never happened. Ted's mind was on other matters far removed from traffic lights as he drove down the road and eventually changed up into third gear. "Art, listen, I really have to tell you something, which I think is important." "Wot?" Smiling, Art looked out the window. There was something really, really good about being so open with his father about sex, in fact he genuinely enjoyed their little talks even if it did mean certain embarrassment at times. Truth was they loved each other and it showed. Ted cleared his throat and began rather apprehensively. "Well, you know I always seem to be very understanding about your.. uumm habits?" "You mean wanking?" asked Art and then started to laugh. "Basically, yes." Ted knew once he started there would be no going back. "Go on, dad, wot you gonna say then?" Glancing to his left Ted saw Art's left hand pressing on top of the lump in his trousers, in that split second he unavoidably caught Art's eye who grinned mischievously back at him. "Will it make me blind?" "I'd thought you would have been by now!" They both laughed. "Now Art, shut up.. I want to say something which might help you and just for a change it's a bit embarrassing for me." "Cor. You?" Art turned to look at him. "Wot?" "D'you ever wonder why I don't get mad and seem so laid back about you, well with your incessant masturbation and all that, even with other boys?" "No. No, I don't. Well, not now. I did." Shaking his head he looked again over at Ted who now appeared to be looking a little red in the face. "Why d'you say, not now?" " `cause now I think I now understand that you is a lot nicer dad than most dad's," he paused, "in fact in the world." "In the world?" repeated Ted. "Yer." Art was looking at the floor now and seemingly uninhibited he pushed on the lump again. "Now wot is it dad, so why don't you get mad?" "Promise you won't tell anybody." said Ted looking at him. "And I mean nobody." "Yer.. I promise then." said Art sounding rather puzzled, he looked up and then back at the floor. "So wot is it?" "The truth is I don't get mad because I know exactly what it's like." "Wot? Know wot wot's like?" asked Art suddenly taking a lot more interest in the conversation, he sat up in his seat to turn and look at him. "Wot's mean?" "Oh hell! Do I have to spell it out." Ted was now looking very embarrassed. "Art, as a boy I was like you.. I... I was at it all the time!" "Wot!" Art's jaw dropped. "You mean.. wanking?" "Yes.!" Plainly embarrassed Ted didn't want to face Art, but continued talking as he drove. "So I know exactly, exactly what you are going through at school and trying to hide at home, with mum and that." "Wot! You? And with other boys as well?" Slow at some academic subjects Art might have been, but as regards matters sexual he was sharp as a pin. "All of that, yes." Ted looked and finally caught Art's eye. "Surprised? See you're not alone, happens all the time at your age. You'll grow out of it." "Dad, why you telling me?" Art's voice was subdued. "Dad, why? I'm not sure I want to know wot you did, it don't seem right." "Because... I love you and.. I think you're a bit mixed up and worrying about doing it all the time and.." pausing to wipe the back of his hand across his face before concluding, "you don't need to be alone with these sort of problems, well like I was." "Oh fuck!" said Art under his breath. He blinked. "So that's why... you.. you.. do know wot it's like." "I know only too well what you're going though." Ted rubbed his eyes again. "We'll be there in a couple of minutes... are you going to be alright?" "Will you?" Ted didn't answer, instead he rested his hand on Art's leg, to which Art responded by putting his hand on top and squeezing hard. Contact didn't last more than few seconds as the blue gates of the school were soon in sight and the car was pulling into the kerb. "Art, I don't want to know what you get up to, I just want you to know I'm always here if you need me." "I know that already." replied Art wiping his eyes on the back of his sleeve as he started to get out of the car. "Dad, there was no need to tell me." "I think there was." Ted smiled. "You life seems to revolve around it." "Maybe." said Art closing the door and then quickly opening it again to pop his head back in and say. "Love you." As usual Alex had joined Tom on the morning bus to school. Tom having just finished giving the details of what his father had said to him the previous evening, he was now following it up by what his mother had said that morning. "And then wot?" asked Alex excitedly. "Wot she say?" "Well nothing." Tom shrugged his shoulders.. "She just sorta gave up and changed the subject asking about wot to have for tea!" "Wonder wot yer dad told her then?" said Alex in between picking at a rear tooth. "Bloody corn flake, it's stuck here somewhere!" "Dunno, d'you think I ought to try and ask him?" "Yer, I would." Alex looked at his dental digit and then poked it up his nose. "I'll see. Hey, guess wot," said Tom ignoring Alex's nasal hygiene, "I still got Brian's pants on and your shorts!" "Have you found the hole in the pocket yet then!" Alex grinned. "Wot! Hole where?" said Tom immediately putting both hands in the pockets and starting to explore. "And, I put yer shorts in the wash, I'll get mum to mend the zip after, she won't know they ain't mine." Alex watched as Tom's hands wriggled around inside the grey shorts. "Ooh!" Toms face broke out into a huge grin. "Left pocket.. cor that's clever, having the hole up near the top. Hey, I can just get two fingers through!" "I know, d'you want me to do it to your shorts, I used me mum's nail scissors. Neat innit?" "Better not, me mum would be sure to find it!" "Anyway get yer hand's out now `cause we're here." said Alex looking out and seeing the dark blue of the large wrought iron gates pass by as the bus slowed to pull into the stop. "Come on, lets go." Tom stood up, his shorts already starting to tent he grabbed the bag from the floor. "We gotta remind Simon about him getting that key." "Bloody hell I forgot about it. That would have knackered the weekend wouldn't it!." said Alex still rather preoccupied by Tom's shorts and what was in them. "Who was it he had to ask for it, friend of Art's wunnit?" "Yer. Nigel, I'm sure it was him. Lets go find Simon before registration and remind him." "Hey, will you play with yer willie through the hole in the pocket when we gets off," whispered Alex as he pushed hard into Tom's bum as they neared the top of the stairs, "then I can see if shows when I do it!" Grinning, Tom swivelled his head. They were almost close enough to kiss, his heart had already began to quicken once he had felt the lump in Alex's trousers pushing into him. "Why don't you sit on my left for a change in Maths and you can put your fingers through the pocket?" "You don't fuckin' learn do you?" Alex grinned. "Don't you remember wot happened in physics yesterday?" "Fuckin' hell!" Tom's face fell, he looked quickly around and whispered. "But I just want you to hold me!" Alex started to push him down the stairs, his now rigid cock forcefully pushing into Tom's crack. "I know and I just want to get this up you!" They almost fell off the rear platform of the bus giggling and trying to hold onto each other without making it too obvious they desperately wanted the physical contact. Having dressed that morning again putting on Brian's Y-fronts and Alex's shorts an erection was now assured, if not well under way. ###################################################################### Chap 65 to follow