Date: Fri, 10 Jun 2011 15:16:10 +0100 From: tom Subject: Brief Encounters chap 75 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 ******************************************************************************* 10 June 11 Well it's reached Chapter 75 and nearly 1000 pages, quite amazing when you consider that I have been trying to finish this story since about chapter 50!!! I don't know what, but I think the characters have developed to such an extent that they deserve something for having held my attention for so long and that I still do really want to write about them. So dear reader(s) if you can put up with the semi-irregular postings I will do my best to continue the great work. Somebody asked recently where I get the plot lines (plot lines haha) from, I draw on my memories, observe what I can and\or make 'em up. To illustrate that, let me let you into a more personal thing. For various reasons I ended up on a 'trace the ancestors' site which unbeknown to me connected with a friends reunited type of thing... to cut a long story short I was then contacted by people I was at school with and hadn't seen for aeons - with much trepidation I got talking meeting up again with a couple and it wasn't a frightening as I feared, in fact we may even do it again! Now, to the point. This week I received a long message from someone on that site who I had forgotten existed. He must have a fantastic memory as he was asking if in my second year days (holy shit!) I could remember saying abc and doing xyz and then went on to name a whole string of teachers ! As I'm sure Art would say in the story, fuckin' hell! Frightening! But, it prompted my memory cells to dredge up with a few more things so with memories of physics labs in mind I shall leave you to read this latest installment ... Enjoy and by the way, there's a bottle Quink sat on the desk right now! ***************************************************************************** Chapter 75 -- Quink "Mum, I'm back." "Oh, that makes a change, anything happen at school?" "Nah. But, I got Alex here," Tom was hovering by the kitchen door, "he's come to borrow something." "Alex, I haven't seen you for a bit," she peered around the kitchen doorway to see him standing in the hall behind Tom, "I didn't realise you were there, hidden like that, everything all right with you?" "I'm fine Mrs Johnson." "And you parents?" "Yer, they're fine." "Well, we're going up to me room then mum." Tom now tired of the social niceties turned and elbowed Alex to get him moving. "Oh right, well nice to talk to you both!" she watched as they pushed each other towards the stairs. "And Tom, tea at about half past six." "Right." Thinking that was about all the conversation she was likely to get she decided to ask one last question as they reached the bottom step. "So, just out of interest what is Alex is going to borrow?" "Uumm.. it's umm.." they stopped. Tom looked at Alex and pulled a face unable to immediately think of a suitable excuse to be lending a pair of worn out shorts to his best friend to masturbate over. "It's his old school gym shorts." said Alex seeing no reason for subterfuge. "See, I think somebody's pinched mine from me games bag." "Or he's lost 'em." added Tom quickly. "He's always losing something!" "Shut up!" "Tut." she looked quite disapproving. "That's naughty isn't it, somebody stealing them? I really wonder about that grammar school at times. Have you told a teacher yet?" "No, uumm... no... not yet. We're gonna do it tomorrow after gym, ain't we?" said Tom sounding very unconvincing and nudged Alex in the back. "Yer uumm, that's right." muttered Alex now starting to regret being so honest. "So what happens if you don't have your kit then?" she asked wiping her hands on the kitchen towel, sensing subterfuge she directed the question to Tom. "Do they lend you some?" "You uummm.. you... uumm.. if it's in the gym... and there.. there, ain't no old shorts or nothing you have to..." Tom swallowed, "to do in yer.. yer.. in yer underpants." Tom looked at Alex and Alex looked at Tom. With their current fascination for boys underwear, for Tom having to actually mention the word underpants to his mother had been enough to trigger major embarrassment. The subject being particularly poignant after the recent episode of the cummy briefs which she had found under his bed. He went very red in the face. "I see." she looked between them. They both looked very guilty, something was afoot. Whatever had they dreamed up now? She turned to Alex. "Well Alex, it wouldn't do to have you doing gym in just your underpants would it?" "I `spose not." said Alex slowly. Thinking that luckily it was something he hadn't done yet and never wanted to. Following Tom's example he now looked equally embarrassed. "Well you'd better go up and find them then." "Yer, let's go!" said Tom hurriedly pushing Alex in front of him as they started to climb the stairs. Wholly innocent of what pubescent boys were likely to get up to, she turned back to the chopping board. Eventually she began to wonder if maybe after the earlier incident with Tom's hidden underpants it was time he had another little talk with his father. "Wot's wanna tell her that for?" asked Tom as they crashed through the doorway into his bedroom as only a pair of excited twelve year old boys could do. "She don't need to know nothing, do she!" "Don't matter though do it?" asked Alex dropping his bag to the floor. "After all I'm gonna borrow 'em ain't I?" "Yeah course, but," Tom broke into a grin, "but only `cause you don't wanna rip yer new ones or get anything on 'em on Sunday do you?" "No I can't!" Alex looked in horror. "Me mum would go mad, `cause she's only just bought 'em and can't understand wot happened to me old ones." "Hey," Tom dumped his bag in the corner, then looked quizzically at Alex, "so where are yer old ones anyway, you ain't never told me that?" "You won't tell, will you?" Alex glanced furtively around the room. "No, wot? The room ain't bugged, yet!" Tom was smiling. "So wot you done to 'em then?" "They're hidden in me wardrobe." Alex looked over to the open door. "I sometimes wears 'em at night instead of me `jama trousers and.." "And?" interrupted Tom. "Well I do it in 'em, y'know like!" "I know, I know!" starting to giggle Tom turned and closed the door before walking over to rummage in the chest of drawers. "So.." Alex watched. "So I.." "And, you fuckin' do wot? Go on tell me!" said Tom excitedly. He closed the drawer and held out the old shorts. "Yer, take these." "Ta." "And, well tell me then!" "And.. well see, I cut a hole in 'em so I could get to me bum easy!" "Wot!" "So I couldn't wear 'em to school could I?" clutching the shorts and despite going slightly pink at this point Alex burst into laughter. "You'd all see me bum then!" "You could have and we'd all stuff a finger up you!" "Wot a thought!" Alex looked disappointed. "So, let me get this right." said Tom, one hand already deep in a pocket. "You wears some dirty old cummy football shorts in bed and puts a finger up yer bum through a hole at the back and has a wank before you goes to sleep?" "And... sometimes in the morning, if it's a weekend!" Alex nodded vigorously despite laughing. "The front of 'em's got yellow spots!" "Well don't you go cutting holes in those, `cause they're me spare ones." said Tom finally letting go. "Wank in 'em by all means, but don't wash 'em and don't cut 'em `cause I gotta have 'em back." They were standing only a couple of feet apart, unable to resist Alex suddenly moved over, put his arms around and hugged him. "Wot's that for?" Tom tried to sound rather casual, but failed miserably. "You well know wot it's for." Alex squeezed again, gave him a light kiss on the neck and released him. Taken aback at Alex's surprise show of affection Tom sat down rather heavily on the edge of the bed. Moments later Alex also sat down and noticed they were only separated by a pile of freshly ironed clothes ready for school. Nothing was said, Tom simply held out his hand which Alex eagerly took and held. "We gotta make sure mum don't see nothing." whispered Tom looking towards the open door. "Listen out for her on the stairs, some of 'em creak." "Course not." said Alex making eye contact and holding it until Tom started to blink. "One night I wanna be in your bed and put me willy through the hole in them shorts." Tom's other hand was placed on top of Alex's. "How we gonna do that?" Alex visibly swallowed. "I wish.. wish yer mum weren't in." "I know." for a few seconds they just looked at each other until Tom's face lit up. "Hey, `spose we went camping or something in the holidays?" "Where? Where?" asked Alex quickly, then adding rather dejectedly. "But I dunno if me mum would let me go on me own." "I dunno either," said Tom, "but..." "But?" Alex smiled. "Wot you thought of now?" Tom grinned. "Well, we don't really have to go nowhere do we, we could put the tent up in our back garden!" Art, having arrived home had quickly changed into his jeans, but as usual was too lazy to change out of his school shirt. Having successfully evaded being caught by his mother whilst wearing Ian's clothes he had resolved to at least attempt his long overdue maths homework. With the very real possibility of further scholastic chastisement at the back of his mind he pondered the vexed questions of logarithms. Ponder though was all he could, since the prospect of achieving anything of use without the relevant textbook which he had left at school was minimal! With a liberal splattering of Quink royal blue ink all over his fingers Art sucked at the end of his leaky fountain pen whilst staring at the blank wall, which coincidentally at that particular moment was about as blank as his brain. The events of the afternoon had left him unable to concentrate, particularly as he had let Simon have the underpants he had borrowed from Ian. His other hand had just started to burrow deep in the pocket of his jeans with the hole in it when there was a gentle knock on the bedroom door. "Yer, who is it?" "Me." "Oh, you. Thought so." Turning on the chair he looked up to see Simon slowly entering the room. He had completely changed out of his school uniform into a non colour co-ordinated green top which clashed with his light blue shorts. "Ah good. You're just the clever little sod I need, you're gonna help me." Leaning back and carefully selecting an almost ripe spot on his chin Art eyed up the possible bulge in the blue shorts, his cock lurched. "Now then kid, wot d'you know about them logarithms?" "Logger who?" Screwing his face up, Simon was manifestly ignorant of the higher mathematics which would doubtless form a further transport of delight and something to look forward to when he became a third year. Basically, as for logarithms he just didn't have a clue. He paused and looked as though he was thinking very hard which in turn led Art to cling to the very unlikely notion that he might actually know something to aid the completion of his homework. "Well then?" Art, Having been inspecting the yellow puss now trapped under his grubby fingernail he had unfortunately just missed seeing the gaggle of pigs which had flown by the window. "Dunno really," replied Simon who was rather more interested in watching the activity in Art's pocket, "dunno who they are. Do they live local then?" "You fuckin' twatt!" spluttered Art bursting into laughter. "Ah fuck you and yer logger fucker things!" snapped Simon not seeing the joke at all. "Now, fuckin' shut up, just shut up, or you'll get mum up here with all that noise!" "Well, wot's fuckin' want then?" Art was still laughing "Well, look I done it for you, I'm fuckin' ready. Like you promised." "Ready? For wot?" repeated Art now sitting up and feeling the end of his cock through the pocket. This was exciting. "Well just fuckin' look." Grinning, Simon placed one hand on the back of the chair to aid his balance and slowly lifted a leg as an invitation for Art to look up the leg of his shorts. Far too large for Simon the Wolsey briefs just about filled the leg opening and looked as though they would drop below the legs of the shorts if he moved too quickly. "Fuck! Of course." smiling as only Art could, Simon was soon under his spell "You dirty little boy. Course, so wot d'you find in his pants? You had a look?" "Yeah. Don't think he's cum in 'em," clamping his legs together Simon squeezed the shorts, "but I reckon he's had a bit of leak! I think they're newish `cause they ain't half white, you can even see where he's had a piss and, and he ain't got no skid marks like you do!" "Bloody hell, you've been really looking! Yer like fuckin' Shirley fuckin' Holmes the dirty pants detective!" Having produced so much information from Ian's briefs Simon smiled appreciatively at the praise. Art was equally delighted that his constant encouragement in the study of dirty underpants had obviously created in Simon's a full blown underwear fetish. "Have I done all right then?" Simon asked. Losing all reserve his hand was now blatantly kneading the outline of his erection through the shorts. "Fuckin' right you have, I'm gonna test you by pinching another dirty pair from the changing room next week so you can tell me all about `em as well!" "Wot!" Simon's eyes open wide. "You'd just nick a pair of pants? Who's?" "Yeah." Art grinned. "Dunno, I'll just pick a dirty pair with lots of stains!" "Cor, bloody hell!" Simon was impressed. "Yeah, but in exchange you gotta get me a pair from one of yer mates, one of them's bound to have dirty pants!" Art pushed three fingers through the hole in his pocket to celebrate. The hole got one finger size bigger. He could feel the head of his cock was getting sticky again. "So wot have I gotta do for you now then?" "You promised to wank me up the leg of me shorts, don't you remember?" Simon sounded a little disappointed that Art seemed to have forgotten after he had become so excited at the prospect. "Yer course," grinning Art looked again at Simon's shorts, "I was just pulling her pisser. You ain't been wanking or nothing?" "No I ain't," Simon looked again at Art's bulge, "I waited `cause you gonna do it!" "Good boy." Art had to admit that the bulging shorts looked particularly erotic especially with Simon unable to keep his hands off it and out of his pockets. "Art, how we gonna do it without mum hearing us or hearing her coming up the stairs?" Art thought for a few seconds and then went over and opened the door, moving the chair so the stairs could easily be seen he sat down. "Like this." he said to a very surprised Simon. "You come here and stand between me legs, but you don't make no noise. Then if she comes up we'll see her before she see's us so we can stop in plenty of time, right?" "But..." Simon looked apprehensively through the open door. "Don't worry, it'll be alright." Art slowly smiled, Simon was hooked. "Look, you stand here and I can have one hand up the front of yer shorts and the other up the back." That smile did it. Simon smiled back, knowing his bum was going to get fingered as well. "See, then if you just bends a little bit you can reach down to put yer hand inside me jeans and you'll get a big surprise." Art's legs closed around him in a scissor movement. Once restrained Art began to gently investigate the leg openings of the blue shorts and soon discovered the Wolsey briefs hanging very loosely inside. "Bleeding hell, you're really hard!" "Wot you wouldn't be?" said Simon in surprise. "Course I fuckin' would!" replied Art knowing full well he already was! Smiling and looking up into Simon's face Art's hand was already well up inside the briefs which being too large offered no resistance at all. Grasping the entire length of Simon's cock in the palm of his hand and mentally measuring the length compared to the width across his own knuckles, Art concluded that around four inches would be a good guess and probably average for his age. "Careful, don't break it off!" Simon looked nervous as Art began to pull on it with his closed fist. "Is yer ass clean then?" whispered Art, his other hand starting to impinge upon the leg opening of the shorts to Simon's rear. "Dunno... I dunno.. think so." replied Simon, currently more intrigued to learn what was it about Art's experienced touch that make his cock feel it was on fire. " `cause I don't want me fingers all covered in shit! You haven't crapped at school used that fuckin' awful bog paper have you?" If that didn't make Art's thoughts clear nothing would. "If you ain't, I'll risk it!" Despite the bond between them, Simon thought there were some things that were never meant to be mentioned and this was one. Even under these sexually charged circumstances and desperately wanting to feel a finger up his bum he felt extremely inhibited at having to answer that particular question. "No, no I ain't." he finally stuttered. "Good!" Art grinned. "I'm gonna pull yer shorts down a bit so I can get me hands in easier, all right?" "Art, can I see yer cock?" asked Simon hopefully looking down at the tenting jeans to his right. "Yer, course. You can do more than look, just fuckin' hang on a minute." Leaning forward Art slowly tugged at Simon's elasticated shorts until they were down to the level of his knees, leaving him standing there in Ian's briefs. Far too big for him they had allowed his erection to escape from the side which Art thought was very, very exciting. In fact seeing any boy in his underpants was far more erotic than just seeing a naked boy, the more badly fitting or stained the underwear the more exciting he found it. His shorts lowered it was now Simon's turn to watch. Art sat back in the chair and with some difficulty undid the metal button and then the brass zip. Without any underpants to constrain his much abused cock it twanged out pushing the fly of the jeans apart. "Cor." Simon took a deep breath when he saw the bulbous red head. "You ain't got no pants on!" "No, you daft fucker, you're fuckin' wearing 'em ain't you?" replied Art laughing. "Oh! I forgot!" "Now, if you bends over quick, I could just fuck you like that wearing them pants!" said Art slowly stroking his straining member. "It would hurt though wouldn't it?" replied Simon, not entirely taking on board either Art's humour or their differences in size and age. Preoccupied he gazed at the precum bubble which had appeared from Art's cock and wondered how much longer before his own cock was of similar size. "Course it would you daft sod!" replied Art grinning, leaning forward to again get his hands inside the briefs. "But you could always fuck me one day!" "Ooohh..." There was no chance for Simon to reply as Art clearly wasn't wasting any time. Inside the briefs a hot and clammy hand took a firm hold of Simon's erection and what felt like a thumb was pressed into the piss slit. Moments later a very grubby index finger with a chewed nail forced it's way into Simon's crack to roughly poke and prod around until it located his bumhole. "Keep watching down the stairs and don't you make no fuckin' noise." hissed Art looking up. "Don't feel like yer keeps yer ass very clean!" Simon blushed and was about to offer a feeble excuse when he felt a stabbing pain. Art had made his entry! "Ffuucckkinnn' `ell!" he squeaked. "Art wot you doing?" "Just keep fuckin' quiet!" repeated Art, his crossed legs forcing him ever closer as he started to work, one hand on his cock the other up his bottom. "You wanted me finger, now you fuckin' got it!" "Oohh.. no... you'll hurt me!" Simon closed his eyes and tried to clench his buttocks to slow the anal invasion. It was far too late for that! The finger was now embedded right up to the knuckle and with Art pushing hard on the prostate Simon was about to discover a whole new world. Shaking and wobbling at the knees it seemed to him that either his bum, his cock or probably both were about to explode and if he weren't supported between Art's legs he would be on the floor. Groping through the briefs with Simon partly undressed had really turned Art on, now he just had to get two fingers inside his bum! The unrelenting pounding of both bumhole and prostate rapidly produced a few rare drops of precum which oozed from Simon's quivering cock and signalled the onset of a major orgasm. "Never thought you made fuckin' precum like this." said Art, using it for a lubricant as Simon bucked and twisted between his legs. "Neither did I!" gasped the breathless Simon as the orgasm began to take hold. Giggling at the witty reply and unaware that ejaculation was far more than imminent than he thought, Art looked up. "Gotta treat for you! Gonna turn you round so you's facing me." Without any other warning he released his grip to drag the surprised Simon around so that he was now facing him. Then effectively crossing his legs as though he were sat down Simon found he was being drawn even closer and standing almost level with Art's face. His eyes closed Simon felt the briefs being roughly handled before being pushed to one side to expose his cock. "Now then," said Art excitedly, knowing he wasn't that far off ejaculating himself, "if you bends over you can suck me cock while I finish wanking you." "I... ain't... sucked... I... I'mmmm... I'mmm cummmmin..." grunted Simon his hairless boyhood twitching uncontrollably in Art's hand as a the spunk readied itself deep in his balls. "Yeah right," Art wasn't really listening any more, "well never mind, just fuckin' suck me!" As if to confirm his request Art suddenly forced his other arm between Simon's legs and into the darkness of the briefs, reaching upwards he rammed his fingers in the general direction of the slippery hole. A combination of pain and sexual frenzy caused the near exhausted Simon to double up and slump across Art, who had mistakenly thought that he was now leaning over to suck him off! "Fuck! That's me boy!" stuttered Art rather taken aback at the turn of speed by which Simon seemed to have taken to the idea. Closing his eyes he could feel something very hot and wet coating his cock. With all the activity between them he couldn't really decide what is was other then he was pretty close to heaven as he started to ejaculate for the third time that afternoon. Simon sounded very breathless, having managed to stand up whilst still embroiled in Art's twisted limbs he looked down and couldn't really take in what he was seeing. He looked again in disbelief. "Art... wot you done?" his voice was shaking "Me cocks gone blue!" "Wot?" muttered Art slowly opening his eyes to be greeted by Simon's very worried face. "Wot? Art wot you fuckin' done to me cock?" sounding very anxious Simon poked him. "Wot you done to me fuckin' cock?" Shaking his head Art finally focused on the bright blue shaft twitching before him and after a few seconds burst out laughing. Far from amused Simon punched him in the ribs. "Don't fuckin' laugh, wot you fuckin' done to me willy?" "You fuckin' twott, it's fuckin' ink innit?" "Wot fuckin' ink?" Simon bent over to have a good look. "Fuckin' Quink ink innit!" replied Art in between fits of laughter. "And them pants is all blue as well!" exclaimed Simon. This wasn't making any sense. "Well it's me fuckin' pen innit? Leaks don't it?" Art looked towards the offending implement lying in a pool of ink on the table. "Fuckin' dropped it today didn't I? It's fucked innit?" "You wot?" Still confused, Simon looked down again. First at his blue erection and then at the briefs which on closer inspection showed several blue finger marks. Art smiled. "Just don't let mum see yer blue willy!" "You're fuckin' nuts!" said Simon now grinning. He looked between the pair of them, they were certainly in a bit of mess what with ink and two loads of cum. "We'd better clean up." said Art. "Yer quick, before mum comes up or something." Simon glanced down the stairs and then turned back to point towards Art's jeans. "Shit, that can't all be mine!" "Oh bleeding hell!" Art looked down and his heart sank. What appeared to be a trail of Simon's spunk lay splattered across the blue denim and all the way back towards the ink stained cock and briefs. Even so, that amount of spunk had been totally eclipsed by Art who's cock still stood proudly in a pool of hot, pearly goo framed by the gaping fly. Oozing cum and occasionally twitching the abused five inches were definitely guilty of shooting a incredibly large third load over everything in range. "Did you like sucking it then?" asked Art in between delicately putting the tip of a finger in the cum trapped in his pubic hairs and touching it on his lips. "Didn't suck it." Simon looked blank. "Didn't have time." "But something fuckin' hot and wet touched it, I was sure it was yer mouth, `cause that's wot got me off!" "Look, you've even fuckin' cum all over me!" Simon pointed to his shirt now sticking to his chest. "So when you bent down, you wasn't going to suck me then?" Ignoring Simon's complaint it was Art's turn to sound disappointed . "Nah, I just fell over when you put yer finger up me ass, that's wot made me cum and then you just covered me in this lot!" Art couldn't help smiling. "Fun though wasn't it?" "Yer," Simon smiled back, "but wot you gonna do now, you're all covered in cum? And, mum and that, you know."" "I dunno. Think of something I `spose!" Not really wishing to admit that he was getting more than a little worried over the state of his ever diminishing wardrobe and the possibility of his mother having another wobble Art went rather quiet. With one pair of trousers lent to Ian and the other heavily pair cum stained what to wear to school was going to be a problem, plus he had run out of clean underpants and white shirts the day before. Now his jeans were smeared both inside and out with cum, by the law of diminishing returns he was soon going to have nothing left to wear at all! "Boy's, I'm going to do an extra wash.." They froze. Art looked at Simon in disbelief, were they really hearing that from the bottom of the stairs. "... so can you get your dirty washing ready and I'll pop up and collect it in couple of minutes." ***************************************************** Chap 76 to follow