Date: Fri, 02 Sep 2011 23:09:25 +0100 From: tom Subject: Brief Encounters Chap 79 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 *************************************************************************************************** As ever keep checking in for updates, I should be back to regularfortnightly posting for a bit now that the holiday season is nearly over. ************************************************************************************************ Chapter 79 – Room with a view Feeling very awkward and not wishing to attract attention, Art quietly slid his chair back and stood up looking carefully around to see who was watching. Or to be more precise, who wasn't watching! Everybody loved to see an erection and just about any boy of that age having to suddenly stand in the middle of a lesson would invariably oblige. Under no circumstances could Art ever be considered as an exception to that rule, so that even when doing his best to conceal the burgeoning lump in the partly fastened trousers he still failed miserably! Walking in a very curious fashion with legs pressed together in an attempt to keep the trousers up and hands in front he moved across the aisle between the desks towards the window. Unsurprisingly, in a classroom full of fifteen year old boys there weren't that many who didn't have some form of erection anyway and it took very little to see that Art was not unusually trying to hide something. Whilst nothing was said the winks and gestures he received walking across the room spoke for themselves so by the time he reached Richard well over half the class were quietly giggling. "Wot we gotta do then?" he whispered to Richard, turning to face the window and thus hoping to avoid drawing further attention to himself. "Open the fuckin' window I `spose!" replied Richard grinning, his eyes were already focused on the bulge, then he noticed the trousers were unfastened at the waist and stated the blindingly obvious. "Fuckin' hell look at that.. hey, you got yer trousers undone." Having previously been rather intimately involved with Art and Nigel in the boys toilet, that very life changing experience had dispelled most of Richard's previous inhibitions and left him quite unafraid to ask questions. "Shut up! Oh shit, they've slipped again!" Art looked down and tried to pull the trousers back up to cover the growing expanse of semen stained cotton below. "Wot we do then? Stand either side and push it up?" "I `spose." Richard grinned. "I'm hard, could I push it up you, if you wanted?" Richard couldn't give a stuff about the window. Having been very actively playing with his enormous foreskin under the desk, the sight of Art about to thrust his underpants through the half open fly by sheer penis power was too much to contemplate! "Fuck off!" hissed Art, frantic to get back to the safety of his own desk, "Now come on and stand the other fuckin' side." "You will be careful won't you boys." Miss Jameson glanced over to see what was going on. That in turn alerted the entire class, so if they hadn't already noticed it was the cue for all eyes to look towards the windows and the backs of Art and Richard. Those sitting close and more attuned to matters of a sexual nature took note of the outline of Richard's briefs through his grey trousers as he positioned himself to push the window. "On a count of three then." said Richard sounding quite excited, for once he was the centre of attention. "Yer, right" Art nodded and very, very carefully stretched his arms above him ready to push on the top rail of the window. "One... two... three! Push!" "Uuuhhhhhhh!" "Ain't moved, it's too stiff innit?" said Art taking a deep breath. Dropping his arms he reached down to hook the trousers back up which had sagged sufficiently to expose the waistband of the Wolsey briefs below the crumpled shirt tail, a detail carefully observed by James. However, the window wasn't as stiff as Eric. Mesmerised by Miss James's firm breasts he had been smearing dribbles of precum over the inside of his trousers for the last ten minutes. "Nice, pretty Wolsey pants!" whispered James who was sat closest to Art, then he started to giggle. "You gonna pull 'em down for us?" "You fuckin' shut up or I'll pull your fuckin' pants down as well!" said Art under his breath quickly turning round. "If you wants!" replied James before burying his head in hands to muffle his laughter. "Wot's all them stains then?" "Boys, it doesn't look as if it's going open." said Miss Jameson, her prime concern being not to waste valuable lesson time. "Leave it, I'll get the caretaker to attend to it later on." "Oh fuck you!" said Art to himself having glanced down and seen the large stain visible through the partly unfastened trousers. He pulled them up yet again and prayed they would just stay up. "No Miss, we'll just have one more go." replied Richard enthusiastically before Art could object, he reached up to the top window rail again. Reluctantly Art followed his actions, despite having flashes of a dreadful premonition that it was all going to end in tears. His tears. He just knew it. "Right, one.. two.. three... push!" Richard got his order in before Miss Jameson could interrupt and cancel their action. With a dreadful squeaking noise the bottom pane of the window started to move and was forced up by several inches, leaving the boys standing almost on tiptoe with their arms outstretched high above them as far as they could possibly reach. "That's better." Richard felt the breeze coming through. During the stretch he had pulled his school shirt from his trousers leaving a gap now filled by his podgy white stomach and the top two inches of a pair of the ubiquitous, if not voluminous high cut Y-fronts. "Oh, Y-fronts! How unusual!" added James, feeling himself through his pocket and beginning to giggle uncontrollably. Art too felt the breeze. It blew freely between his white legs, was deliciously cool on the head of his hot, sticky shaft and wafted through the briefs and trousers which now clung precariously below his knees. The few moments silence that had followed the screeching of the window were soon shattered as the entire class saw what had happened and erupted in laughter. Those sat close enough to see the detail rolled about with laughter and pointed at Art's spotty buttocks adorned with pimples similar to those on his face. It was a pure reflex reaction that made him spin round to face the class and thus inadvertently display his ever throbbing boyhood to the entire room. Bouncing as he moved, it sprouted red and angry from the mass of cum soaked pubic hairs, the bulbous head glistening in the sunlight. "Oh my god!" muttered Miss Jameson to herself. Married and having taught for a few years she was very well aware that boys developed physical urges which they were unable to properly control. However, this particular sight was unprecedented! Heart racing, Art was frantic. Bright red in the face, he scrabbled to pull up his briefs and trousers only to find it was his own erection that was hampering matters. Much to Nigel's consternation it was obvious that Art's distress was rapidly increasing as were the roars of laughter which Miss Jameson was having trouble in getting under control. As if to complete Art's utter embarrassment, acting as an supreme advertisement for his prolific masturbationary achievements there were Ian's briefs. Embellished with splodges of dried semen and having been thoroughly mauled by eager young hands for nearly two days they were stretched, shapeless and altogether pretty disgusting. There could be no mistaking what he had been doing in them, unfortunately it wasn't just their ripe appearance which so amused the class, but the contents. For every time Art managed to force his unruly cock into them, it instantly sprang out of the failed elastic when he went to pull the trousers up. With the laughter increasing it couldn't have been written better for a comedy show. Hopelessly overwhelmed by both noise and predicament, he looked first at Miss Jameson who was still battling to control the class and then towards Nigel. They made eye contact. Nigel sensing the anguish which the hapless Art was going through got up from the desk and walked over to the window. Standing in front of him, indicating that he should turn round so the class couldn't see what was happening. Nigel was really appalled to see the look on Art's face, he looked close to breaking. Even if he had to be partially dressed by his best friend in front of the class Art reasoned that it couldn't possibly make matters worse than they already were. "Get hold of yer cock and keep it in your pants," said Nigel firmly. To be heard over the noise from the class he leant over to speak in his ear, "just hold it in and I'll get yer fucking trousers up!" A few moments later and the deed was done for which the surprised Nigel received a round of applause. Even Miss Jameson nodded her appreciation and walked over. "Please, get him to the toilet and wash his face with cold water, tidy him up." she said. "Look, don't come back till the lesson's finished and they've all gone." With that Nigel shepherded the distraught Art across the room and down the corridor to the nearest boys toilet. Once they had left, order was soon restored. Despite several outbreaks of sniggering and much muffled giggling the most bizarre mathematics lesson of Miss Jameson's teaching career drew to an end. Now she had to address Art, but what to say? Brian was bored looking at the weights and springs which Alex had dutifully assembled, there were far more important things on his mind than playing with springs. First and foremost there was the vexed question of the wanking machine. Of which, the most vexing question though was how who he get to use it? Wishing he'd got up earlier and hadn't missed the morning's ritual wank he stared towards the mystery box in the corner wondering if the inviting hole really was round the back. Deep in naughty thoughts about just how and when he was going to get his cock in it, a fly decided to land on his bare leg and absent mindedly he put a hand down to brush away, but a second later it was back. Irritated he flicked his hand a second and then a third time only for it to disappear and then much to his amazement, to appear to fly up the leg of his shorts! Down at floor level, hidden behind the front of the desk and the legs of those standing behind it Simon was all but choking with laughter. His left hand was partly up the right leg of Brian's shorts and his right poised above the bulge which was rapidly moving on account of Brian's hand in the pocket. Finally, Brian looked down to exactly what it was that was so annoying him and nearly jumped out of his skin to see Simon sat there under the desk grinning wildly. Recoiling in surprise, it was only with great will power that he remembered where he was and refrained from uttering a few choice expletives. Alex, noting Brian's shocked movements looked over and had to put his hand in front his mouth to contain the laughter when he saw Simon under the desk. "Sshhh.. keep quiet." whispered Simon, he drew Brian closed by pulling on the hem of his shorts. "Wot, wot you gonna do?" asked Brian in nervous anticipation. His erection having gone from hard to positively rigid and twanging to attention within his shorts. "Dunno." Simon put a hand down the front of his shorts to adjust his own erection. Looking at front of the Brian's shorts only a few inches in front of his face, he had an idea. "Wot about this? First you gotta get yer hand out yer pocket and leave yer cock alone!" Simon could be very inventive when aroused and Alex watched to see what was going to happen, also now one hand in his pocket. They were both surprised when Simon didn't head for the shorts, instead both his hands encircled the top of one of Brian's long grey socks and started to very slowly pull it down to his ankle. It didn't sound much, but the sensation it gave to Brian of being helpless and so slowly undressed in class had the desired effect. By the time both socks were down he had started a small wet spot inside his briefs. "Go on, get it out!" whispered Tom who had now been alerted by Alex as to what was going on. Simon was determined to make the most of his opportunity with such a willing victim. One hand gently stroked the front of the shorts causing Brian to try to press his legs together in excitement, that though was soon stopped as Simon forced his hand between and very slowly began to trace it's way up the inside of his legs. Tom and Alex watched enthralled, each kneading their own erection as Simon's hand disappeared inside the leg of the shorts, at which point Simon reached up and tugged determinedly at the zip. "Fuck! Stop... stop!" hissed Brian. With a growing, if small wet on his briefs he knew he was approaching a climax, Simon certainly had the magic touch. Chinese water torture had nothing on this. A barely audible ping heralded the undoing of the clasp and the two halves of the fly slowly parted to reveal the brilliant white of some very new underpants. Alex gasped and stared, would Simon be able to repeat this performance on both Tom and himself? "No.. no... please.. not here!" Brian looked at Simon then around the room in despair, Mr Jefferson was still talking at the front bench. Now it was Tom's turn to gasp, Simon's hand looked almost like glove puppet! Brian's shorts had fallen and were hanging around Simon's arm whilst his left arm poked through between Brian's legs and wriggled to try get past the tight elastic of the new briefs. The was only one fitting task left for Simon's right hand, the fingers groped around and through the fly of the briefs to extricate Brian's rigid member, the shiny red wet tip glinted in the sunlight. Alex had an idea of his own and turned behind Brian. Brian knowing he couldn't cope with a rear assault as well looked in horror when he felt the waistband of his underpants being pulled away from his body. Alex peered inside and looked at the white buttocks, then knowledgeably read the label. "St Michael." he whispered to Tom, letting the elastic twang back, Brian breathed a huge sigh of relief that a few hot little digits weren't going to invade after all. "M and S." nodded Tom sagely as they repaired to watching Simon's bravura performance. "Now boys, how are you doing?" Their trance was broken, slowly looking up they saw Mr Jefferson peering at the various springs and weights laid out on the bench that separated them. Tom looked at Alex and Alex looked at Brian. Nobody dared to look down at Simon, which was just as well since he had just taken the entire length of Brian's in his mouth. Brian looked as though he was going to pass out, something hot and wet had just devoured his penis! "So, it looks as though you understand it then?" said Mr Jefferson. "Despite all that talking earlier on?" "Sorry Sir." muttered Alex, he looked at Brian hoping for some moral support. "Do you want to see the results?" Brian grinned inanely and nodded. There was very little he could do otherwise, short of moaning in ecstasy. Simon had his hand inside the briefs reaching between his legs to get to Brian's bumhole, whilst his tongue busied itself by licking all that was stuffed in his mouth. "No. Just do the graphs as homework." he looked at Brian, somehow he didn't look quite right. Flushed. "Want to see our results Sir?" asked Tom quick to distract from Brian's predicament. "Oh, who did you do it with?" Mr Jefferson moved a couple of paces nearer. "Where's you're partner?" "Simon," replied Tom doing his best to appear slightly lost, "he's here somewhere.. maybe he's helping somebody else." Brian was almost on the point of ejaculating, absolutely panic stricken at the very thought of being caught he glanced at Mr Jefferson to see if he had noticed, but apparently not. Having clamped his legs together in an attempt to put off the inevitable invasion he now had Simon's hand trapped with a finger partly inserted in his bum. Simon however, had decided that while he could cope with a washable anal finger, he didn't particularly want a mouthful of Brian's hot cum, well at that precise time anyway! Sensing Brian's climax was rapidly approaching he pulled his head back and with a gentle plop a slimy four inches appeared. In one deft movement Simon stuffed it back inside the briefs and watched as moments later Brian's hips began giving involuntary jerks. Finally, Simon now extremely aroused himself just couldn't resist grabbing the front of the briefs and rubbing the cum lubricated cotton up and down Brian's shaft. Mr Jefferson had moved to the end of the bench and was more or less out of sight when a very dusty Simon emerged to stand up by Tom. "Look at him." Tom grinned and looked at Brian who was barely standing, clinging onto the edge of the bench with his shorts around his knees. "Will you do it to me and Alex?" "Gotta wait a bit," Simon looked around and quickly pulled the top of his shorts away from him stomach, "see I just cum in me pants!" Tom didn't bother to look, instead he stuffed a hand down the gap. Warm and slimy he withdrew it and licked his fingers. "Weldon. Oh look, I can't keep calling you Weldon, what's your first name?" "Arthur." mumbled Art looking at the floor thinking he could never, ever look her in the face again. "We all calls him Art, he hates Arthur, Miss." said quietly Nigel. "Well then, Art," Miss Jameson looked him, "what are we going do?" "He's sorry Miss." added Nige. "Honest." "I'm sure he is, but let him talk." she almost smiled. "Art look at me, please." Slowly he raised his face, very tear stained and red with embarrassment. "Miss?" "I think we all know what happened, but I don't know how or what it was that led up to you being in that dreadful state. Just look at yourself." she sighed. His uniform was unquestionably an ill fitting mess of the first order, "Now I honestly can't believe that your mother sends you to school looking like that. So what is this all about?" "She don't. She don't!" replied Art quickly. He swallowed hard and visibly stiffened praying his mother was not going to told. "Oh no, no! You ain't gonna tell her? She... she'll.. please.. no.." The implication was obvious and he was again on the verge of bursting into tears at the very thought of it. "OK, well if not, then you're going to have to be honest about what happened and why you look like you do." she looked at him and then over to Nigel, " Now, I've decided that really under the circumstances this matter would be best dealt with by a male teacher, don't you agree?" "Definitely." said Nigel catching her eye. "Do you know how lucky you are to have somebody like Nigel to stand by you?" "Yer." Art croaked not daring to look at him either in case his resolve finally broke and he started crying again. "Not.. but who Miss? Not.. no.. him!" "Not who?" she asked and paused. "Oh, you mean which teacher? I do know it should be someone who won't just tell you off, we need someone who could possibly be able to relate and understand your actions." "Not, not that Mr.. Patton.." his voice was already cracking. "Oh no, no.. please Miss." "No, oh no. I think we need somebody a little more in tune with your age. Maybe, Mr Weaver, he's very good at things like this." a smile briefly flashed across her face, "Now off you go or you'll miss what's left of the lunch break." By the time Art and Nigel arrived in the dining hall it seemed as though most of the school had already been given an embellished account of what had happened. The only good thing about it was that in the telling Art's much abused five inches had miraculously grown to nearly eight and he now had a foreskin to match! Whistles, catcalls and varying degrees of lewd gestures greeted their appearance which immediately had the effect of making Art feel even more embarrassed than ever. Doing his best to ignore the comments and constantly checking that the three buttons on his blazer were securely fastened, red faced he led Nigel to where Ian, Martin and Richard were sitting. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.." Richard was the first to speak and obviously feeling very guilty about his part in Art's downfall. "It's all right," Art interrupted, "it ain't your fault. I knew I was fucked the minute she called me name." "At least it wasn't that old bastard Patton." said Nigel with a considerable amount of feeling. "Bastard." "Is it right you turned round and whole class saw yer hard cock?" finally asked Martin, now unable to contain himself any longer. Art almost smiled at the thought of such notoriety, he couldn't deny it. "Yer, with me trousers round me fuckin' knees and me cock sticking out of Ian's fuckin' pants!" "Shit! My pants?" asked Ian. "Miss had a good eyeful!" this time Art did manage a smile. "Shit!" "So wot happens now then? Is that it? They doing anything else?" asked Ian, "I mean, you still got me clothes on and they don't fit do they?" "Right. That's the fuckin' problem innit?" Art sighed. "I was a stupid, stupid cunt to wear 'em today wasn't I?" "Well.." Nigel smiled and got a slap on the leg for his trouble. "Yeah, I fuckin' know." said Art. "Apparently Mr Weaver's gonna talk to us." said Nigel. "I ain't had him before." "Oh, he's nice," said Richard, "I had him in the second year for geography." "Oh yer, now you mentions it I think I did as well." said Art scratching his head. "Yer, he's all right. He was." "Oh shit," said Martin looking over to the doorway, "well yer about to find out `cause I reckon he's looking for you!" "Oh fuck. No." Art's heart sank. He looked away and closed his eyes repeating to himself. "I can handle it, I can handle it! Don't want him to tell me mum!" "He is, he's looking, he's asking if you've been seen." said Ian. "Come on mate, you'll be alright. At least he's human and he's young enough to remember having a wank himself!" With that Art suddenly opened his eyes and started to giggle. It was all becoming ridiculously surreal. Over on the far side of the room Simon was sat quietly at a table with Tom, Alex, Brian, Joe and David. All the fun and excitement of the previous lesson had evaporated, Simon was desperately worried about Art and the rumours they were picking up. "I can't quite hear wot they're saying can you?" asked David, his head turned to try to catch some of the conversation of the older boys around him. "Nah, something to do with Miss Jameson's last class innit?" said Alex. "Well that's wot I think I heard." said Tom turning to Joe, "didn't you say you'd heard it was something about a boy having a great big cock out so they all saw it." "But why'd they make a noise when Art and Nigel comes in?" asked Simon. "His cock ain't that big." To Tom the connection was obvious. Simon was deliberately taking the rumours at face value not wanting to believe what he knew to be probably true. Concerned for his brother and knowing only too well what he had been dressed like that morning, there was no escaping the truth. "Nigel's got a gert big cock, so they say." David picked his nose. "D'you think ours will get big one day?" "Bloody hope so, four inches wouldn't be much good when you's a bloke would it!" said Alex laughing. "He don't look right, do he?" said Simon nodding towards Art, who really didn't look right or even that enamoured with life at all. "D'you really think it's him then?" "Dunno." said Brian, still in aftershock after his spectacular performance in the physics laboratory. "Hey, wot's he doing here?" Tom suddenly pointed to Mr Weaver who was bending down to speak to boys on a table near the door. "He don't normally do dinners do he?" "Don't think so." said David. "I dunno do I?" "He's looking for someone." said Alex. "Watch, see who `tis." "It's fuckin' Art innit, I fuckin' knows it." said Simon quietly. "It's him innit? Wot's he fuckin' done now?" "Well the one thing we do know is," said Brian suddenly seeming to come back to life, "is from wot you've said he looks half undressed anyway, so if somebody's been flashing it could have been him." "No, no! D'you really think so! Wot's he fuckin' done! Oh fuckin' hell wot if mum finds out!" Simon put his head in his hands. "It's gonna be fuckin' murder in our house tonight! You lot got no fuckin' idea wot it's like! We hides from her!" Tom put a hand on Simon's shoulder and watched as Mr Weaver slowly headed for Art's table. A murmur ran round the room, Simon open his eyes and looked through his fingers. "Oh fuck!" said Alex. "It is him, I'm sorry." "Not as sorry as he's gonna be." replied Simon watching dejectedly as Mr Weaver leant over to speak to Nigel and Art. They followed him out of the hall. "Where they going?" asked Brian. "They could be going to the bog!" said David with a laugh. "Fuckin' hell Dave, be fuckin' serious." snapped Simon. "You don't fuckin' know wot it's like when mum has one of her fuckin' temper do's." "Sorry." "It's all right, I know." Simon slowly smiled. "Sorry, but he's just such a stupid bugger at times." "Ain't there a spare office down by the secretaries room?" said Joe. "Bet that's where they's going." "I think so. Well if me watch is right, they got about twenty minutes." said Tom as he looked at his faithful Timex watch, which was generally proving somewhat more faithful than Ian's model had been! "So we might know something by the afternoon break." "Wot d'you think they'll do?" asked Simon quietly. "Dunno," Tom smiled, "but if we can help, all you gotta do is ask innit." ####################################################################### Chap 80 to follow