Date: Fri, 08 Oct 2010 15:26:37 +0100
From: Tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief Encounters Chap 60

Brief Encounters - the ever continuing saga... eekkk!

First the mandatory warnings and disclaimers - basically don't read this if
the naughty sexual exploits of young teenage schoolboys do not appeal. The
characters depicted are fictional and not intentionally based upon any one
person... although, if you do suddenly find yourself in the middle of the
story just think how lucky you are!

This is ostensibly a work of fiction, albeit with a few memories from my
own school days plus some of the many invariably unspoken fantasies which I
and my "best friends" would only ever rarely admit or allude to when we
were at that very special, trusting and certainly innocent age.

Today, it's very hard to imagine what it was like without the internet to
immediately help conjure up fantasies based on images, webcams, stories or
chat. Our sex lives were entirely dependant upon a very fervent imagination
and thus being able to create our own fantasies usually based on friends
and what we saw happening beneath the desk or in the changing rooms! I make
no excuses for the fact that underwear features prominently in this story,
because quite frankly it did, it was a very visible and tangible connection
between us and our ever developing fascination with sex! It's important to
remember that other than the very rare sexual extrovert, we never dared
mention the subject because we were just too embarrassed and nobody
understood what was happening to us anyway!

You might call it a story about the age of discovery - usually in bed - or
if you shared a bedroom with a brother, then discovery would be in the
bathroom!

Do note, at the time of writing the story itself is not finished and for
better or worse, it has now turned into a work of some length but I will
regularly post updates and there are more than enough pages written to keep
it going! Nifty require a text file so if the formatting or punctuation go
slightly up the creek you now know why! And, also during the writing for
various reason I have had to change character names, so I hope for
continuity they are now correct!

Finally, I hope you enjoy it and please, please do let me have any comments
or suggestions and for some of you I it might even jog a memory or two,
three if you are lucky... I would be intrigued to learn!

Tom email: amias09@fastmail.fm

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Enjoy, looks like a fortnightly posting is the way to go!  Comments as ever
always welcome.


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Chapter 60 – No surprises there then!

"Mart, so it's definitely on then?" asked Nigel. "They're all gonna meet in
the shed this coming Sunday afternoon. Right?"

"That's wot Tom wanted and wot they'd agreed to, so yeah." said
Martin. "They're gonna confirm it on Thursday at dinner break, that's when
they hope to know if they can all get there."

"Oh fuck! Reckon it'll work?" said Art excitedly. "Never thought we'd
really be doing it."

"Yer, `cause Ian's fuckin' sorted it, he's a clever little sod." said
Nigel.

"That's it then, well we have to wait and see I `spose. Oh fuck, how
exciting!"

"So wot is it you gonna do then?" asked Martin hopefully. So far he had
been told nothing about Art's grand plan.

"We ain't telling you," said Nigel grinning, "so when it's over you can
honestly say you didn't know about it. Right?"

"I know that, but.."

"No fucking buts either. You gotta be there with 'em on Sunday or they'll
think you knew all about it and you was a fuckin' spy or something." said
Art. "You wouldn't want to upset Tom or that would you?"

"No, I couldn't do that, not to them. They all trust me." Martin didn't
sound very keen on the idea but knew if he didn't attend he would certainly
be seen as the infiltrator he really was.

"Yeah Mart, you fuckin' do have to be there, or like Art says or they'll
think you had just set 'em up." added Nigel to underline the point.

"But... I am setting 'em up!"

"Yer," Nigel smiled, "but nicely!"

"Yer, well we all knows that, but they don't do they?" said Art with his
blazing logic. "Anyway, we've said nobody gets hurt or anything like that
and at the end of it, well I hope we gets to join in the fun!"

"Hey Art," said Nigel, "now remember you'd better find some excuse to
remind Simon about getting the key, `cause he's meant to ask me for it or
something isn't he?"

"Yer. Fuck that's tricky." Art prodded the bigger of two yellow puss filled
acne spots on his chin. "I'll have to think about it."

"Don't think too fucking long, or yer fucking' brain will get tired." said
Nigel grinning. "Now come on then Mart, you fuckin' get back to finish
telling us what happened in the woods yesterday."

"Yer, sounds like them kids have got dirty minds like us then?" Art
blatantly rubbed the end of his hard cock through his trousers. "So, carry
on. Was you really fucked by that little Alex then? Wot was his cock like,
did it feel big?"

"Bet you've been wanking ever since!" said Nigel. "I would.. well I have
been! And looking at Art he's about to do it right now!"

Blushing, Martin nodded. His heart had started racing at the merest mention
of Alex accompanied by his rapidly hardening cock. Too excited to sleep he
had masturbated four times during the night whilst fantasising about being
between Tom and Alex. Despite his very close friendship with Art and Nigel
he couldn't quite bring himself to admit to them how much he desired the
younger boys, in fact like Nigel he desperately needed a father figure he
could honestly talk matters through with.

Biting his lip he looked at Nigel, "Was it wrong Nige? I mean, they was
younger. Did I take advantage of 'em?"

"I dunno and that's the truth." Nigel slapped him on the bum. "To think
some twelve year old has pulled your pants down and squirted his little
willie up yer bum! He's a lucky little fucker! I think you're a lucky
fucker to have their trust, so don't you hurt 'em or anything will you?"

"No. Never." he replied quietly. Eyes watering he blinked, it would be
unthinkable to hurt Tom, Alex or any their friends.

"So they was all really that fuckin' sexy?" Art had a glint in his eye and
a big lump in his trousers. Underneath he was wearing black briefs, but
hadn't quite appreciated what a problem it could be to wash out semen
stains. Feeling as though he could almost fuck Martin right then the first
of many blobs of precum oozed in the cotton.

Martin nodded, "I was surprised, especially when they caught them two
little ones, cor they looked used to playing with each other."

"Come on and start bloody walking or we'll be late for the last lesson."
said Nigel pushing them forward from behind. "But tell us, who's these two
little kids then?"

"Suit you Mart, some more little ones!" Art giggled and nudged Martin.

"Fuck off!" Martin smiled, yet knew full well that Art's assumption was
correct. Somehow they all knew it.

"Well come on, bloody tell us then, who was these younger ones?" asked
Nigel again.

"I think one of them is a second year kid's younger brother, he's starting
here in September, his names.. uumm .. Robbie I think. He had white briefs
on, I looked."

"I dunno." Nigel shrugged his shoulders. "But you're getting good at
looking at their pants, that really turns you on now don't it?"

"Always look at their pants and then for yellow stains on the front!" said
Art grinning. "Anyway, go on so wot's his big bothers name then?

"I've seen him here, same class as Simon, it's uumm... Brian. Yeah and he
wears white Y-fronts... I know that `cause he pulled em down right in front
of me!"

"You lucky sod." said Nigel, putting a hand in his pocket at the thought of
it.

"Right, so and the other one. Who's he then?" said Art hesitantly in
between picking at the ripe spot on his chin. "When's he coming here,
September I `spose?"

"No. He's.." Martin turned to see what Art was doing. "Cor, that's some
fuckin' spot you got there. If that fuckin' bursts we'll all need fuckin'
wellies!"

Nigel laughed and Art scowled. A generous spattering of yellow adolescent
spots amongst the bumfluff on his chin were one of many banes in his life.

"Bastard!" said Art looking at Martin's smooth skin. "So, why don't you get
no fuckin' spots then?"

"He's here already, yeah, he must be a first year. I'm sure his names
Barry."

Martin ignored the comments on spots which had gently touched a little
nerve. Spot free and small for his age he hadn't as yet developed any
bumfluff to show either.

"Wot! Oh fuckin' hell! It's burst!" Art looked at his fingers and the blob
of yellow puss caught under his chewed fingernail. "Wot... now who? Not
Barry?"

"You know him?" asked Nigel. "That fuckin spots burst, I ain't having that
finger up me bum again!"

"Wot pants he wear?" asked Art looking slightly embarrassed as he wiped the
end of his finger on the shiny seat of his trousers.

"Wot!" said Martin. "Shit, you wanna know that already, you don't waste no
time!"

All the talk of the younger boys was beginning to get him excited again,
tried to untangle the head of his growing cock from the fly of his briefs
without his hand movements being seen.

"No he don't!" Nigel laughed, "No Mart, I'll bet this walking cumrag here
knows wot the inside of this poor kids shorts is like already! You do, you
fuckin' do, don't you?"

"Wot fuckin' pants does he wear?" repeated Art grinning. "Is they bikini
ones.. like wot me dad got me now, you know wot I mean."

"Art, you've fuckin' started playing with little boys haven't you?" Nigel
laughed and glance sideways. "So you're joining Mart! Look, dirty fucker
he's playing with himself right now! Is it as hard as Art's yet then Mart?"

Martin flushed. Yes, it was hard. Very. Having tasted the ripening
forbidden fruit he had found himself wanting sex throughout the day. But
next time he wanted to do the fucking.

"His pants? Well yeah, but that little Jimmy kid pinched 'em! They were
little white ones though. Hey, how d'you know that?" asked Martin
puzzled. "How d'you know what he'd be coming dressed in?"

"It's like... it's like...gypsies see.." interrupted Nigel desperately
trying not to laugh, "they can tell when they's cumming by looking..."

He dissolved into hysterical laughter which seconds later had infected the
other two as well.

"... by... by.. looking in their crystal balls.."

"Daft fucker!" spluttered Art.

"You can look at mine anytime!" instantly quipped Martin. A little too
quickly.

Art swivelled round pushing a very obvious erection towards him, "Never
mind looking at yer fuckin' balls, I could look at yer bum and push this
right up... now!"

"Come on then, lets go to the bog and do it like Alex and Tom did!" said
Martin voicing his inner thoughts well before realising what he was
actually saying.

Shocked by Martin's positive response, Art wondered if he'd heard
right. "Well, I will, if you will."

"Oh fuck!" Martin put a hand in front his mouth and turned bright
red. "Art.. I.. I didn't mean it.. oh fuck! Fuck, I did mean it... I.. just
didn't mean to fuckin' say it."

"Hey.. hold on." said Nigel looking at his watch. "It's only a couple of
minutes till.."

"Sshhh..." murmured Art. Breathing slowly and deeply, effects of the
tumultuous weekend were still fresh in all their minds and he knew
it. Rational thought no longer existed, lust had taken it's place. "Mart,
any other time and place and I'd love to, but can't can we, well not here
now. Can we, there ain't time."

"You would? Honest?" Martin sounded surprised. "Ever since we met.. oh
shit... I wasn't sure.. oh fuck, I don't know wot I'm saying!"

"I think you're saying wot you both want." Nigel stated the obvious. "Don't
you?"

Art didn't answer as such, he simply gave Martin one of his so special
smiles.

Martin blinked, now thinking he'd do anything Art wanted. Nigel knew that
feeling very well, he smiled to himself.

"I think," said Art slowly, "us three ought to pay a little visit to a
little shed I know."

"Wot about, Wednesday after school, Mart?" asked Nigel eagerly. "Will you
last that long? You can have a few wanks in between if you like!"

"I.. I `spose."

"Hey... why don't you and me swop desks for the last lesson." said Nigel
unexpectedly.

"Wot, why?"

Art grinned and looked down, "Well, for a start it's only bleeding
Geography innit. And I ain't gonna last till I get home to have a wank and
seeing that thing bursting out yer nice trousers you ain't either!"

"You've seen wot I mean, said Nigel grinning, "Art you don't miss a trick
do you?"

"No.. oh bloody hell... you mean like in that biology class!" said
Martin. Slowly he smiled. "Yer joking? Ain't you?"

"No, I ain't." Art shook his head. "I dare you! I'll cum in me pants if you
will! It's a fucking brilliant feeling having yer pants full of slimy cum!
It all slides about and runs down yer legs... it's fuckin' wonderful!"

"All right, I'll do it too," added Nigel, "who d'you usually sit next to?"

"Uumm.. it's Richard."

"Well I've seen him trying to hide his little cock in the changing rooms,
d'you think he`d join me!"

"Naw, he's too shy," said Art, "but he'll sit there and watch, then he'll
have a fuckin' good wank when he get's home!"

"I'll do it." said Martin firmly. He looked at Art and blushed. "We'd
better not get caught."

"Not with old Mr Williams," Art started to giggle, "did you know he really
sailed with Christopher fuckin' Columbus ?"

"You prick!" Nigel laughed.

"But hang on, you ain't finished telling us about Barry yet." said Martin
determined to hear as much about the younger boy as possible, "So wot about
him, wot d'you do with him then?"

"Well see, I was in the bog having a quick one," Art stuck his tongue out,
grinned, made circle with his thumb and forefinger and then continued as if
such events happened every day, which they often did, "and that little
Barry came in so quietly I didn't hear him."

"And.." asked Nigel excitedly, who knowing Art totally believed what he was
hwaring.

"I didn't hear nothing, but the next thing is he's standing next to me
having a piss and asking wot I'm doing, so I told him." Art grinned. "He
said he had a big brother who did it, `cause he could hear him shaking the
bed at night! Anyway, he wanted to know wot to do 'cause he'd been trying
but ain't got nowhere, so I only offered to show him. The he dropped his
shorts and we did it. Or did I undo 'em for him? I can't remember!"

"Just like that?" Martin was amazed.

"Yer, he ain't shy at all is he? You know that Mart. He had tight little
dark blue pants on and... well I had to feel 'em didn't I?" he
laughed. "Wot a luvly little bum he's got.. I could have put me finger up
it, but I didn't! Anyway I wanked him till he got the hang on if it and he
cum."

"Fuck!" gasped Martin, unable to believe Art's luck.

"Oh, no surprises there then!" said Nigel grinning. "You dirty bastard!"

"But, but it was only a dry one! I thinks it was his first `cause he nearly
fell on the floor after, sort of went all quiet!" Art pulled a face. "Now
see it was tricky, I'd only just cum and was dripping so I had to sort me
self out and try to pick him up to get him dressed again. Nice getting his
cock back in his pants!"

Martin looked envious. Why couldn't he find himself a nice innocent little
first year boy to undress and wank in a toilet, it wasn't for the lack of
hovering and watching around the urinals! The shiny spot on his trousers
grew larger as underneath his pale blue Y-fronts began to reach saturation
point. Roll on the next lesson and to hell with the outcome!


For Tom it really felt as if the afternoon had dragged on, although it
certainly hadn't been anywhere near as awful as he had feared. Well liked
in the class, his close friends had switched into protective mode so other
than the odd unavoidable comment his classmates had quickly realised he had
had enough attention and embarrassment for the one day. And, it was only
Monday at that!

Nevertheless, by the end of the afternoon more or less everybody had a
pretty good idea of what had caused his downfall and luckily for Alex, his
own involvement had so far gone unnoticed. Put in the context of the class,
it was only barely a few weeks since Tom had endured the embarrassment
trying to broach the subject of masturbation with Alex. Thus it was
perfectly understandable that not all boys had reached the stage where they
could even begin to discuss the matter with their peers. Such was the
paucity of useful sexual information to the boys of middle class suburbia
for the period, all they could do was continue their lone struggle behind
locked bedroom doors. To discover the real facts of masturbation and
ejaculation was a personal quest amounting to something far more than
furtively looking the words up in a dictionary. Consequently some of the
more inhibited boys were as fascinated as they were astonished to learn
that Tom had even acknowledged that he could masturbate, let alone
contemplate the notion that he considered doing it in class! To a few boys
the very fact that he actually did so and managed the mysterious art of
ejaculation to produce some of the even more mysterious cum into his
underpants elevated him to a sexual pedestal! One or two very determined,
but frustrated boys were secretly vowing to ignore any personal
embarrassment and pluck up courage to actually ask him how it was
done. Happy days were in store for all!


That afternoon the buses that carried the pupils home bore a motley
collection of excited boys, some far more excited than others.

By the time the last bell rang Tom was feeling and looking a lot
better. Knowing he only had to sit on the bus seat with his bag on his lap
and then walk a few hundred yards from the bus stop to his house he could
see the light at the end of the tunnel.  Soon his day would be over and he
could change into something that wouldn't keep popping open to expose his
briefs, he even joked about it with Alex as the green double decker rumbled
towards their stop and they climbed thankfully aboard.

The journey was uneventful and once off the bus at their usual stop there
didn't appear to be anybody about. As they walked towards his road so he
finally let the bag fall to his side.

"There," he said smiling, "I don't care who sees me now, I'm home and I can
change me clothes at last."

"Well the sooner you get them shorts off the better `cause you do pong a
bit!"

"Wot of, piss?" Tom looked worried, "Oh bloody hell do I? I can't smell
nothing `cause I've been like it all afternoon."

"Little bit." said Alex. He hadn't intended getting Tom worried again, in
his fragile state it was the last thing Alex wanted to see, but it had to
be mentioned.

"Oh fuck, fuck! I forgot, I gotta get mum to mend the zip." Tom stopped
walking and looked at Alex in panic. "She'll smell the
piss.. oh.. no.. no.. I can't go home.."

"Tom, ssshhh... calm down... please... don't get upset again.. look.." Alex
was desperately trying to think of a solution as Tom's face turned ashen
white. Tears would be next, he knew it.

Too late, tears were already forming in the corners of Tom's eyes, the
entire day had been too much for him after the weekends intensive sexual
activities. Dropping his bag on the pavement and grabbing Alex's hand he
said, "Let's think..."

Alex was at a loss, he was thinking. He looked up the road and saw the
corner of Tom's road a couple of hundred yards on the left past a couple of
huge chestnut trees marking what had once been by a gateway to large house,
long demolished.

Putting his arm around Tom's shoulders Alex pulled him close and whispered
something in his ear, it was so obvious. Tom's reaction was instant,
hugging Alex as tightly as he could and unashamedly kissing him on the neck
as the tears ran down his face.

Nobody saw them, but even if they had Alex couldn't have cared less, he was
happy and happy for Tom. So happy, he threw caution to the wind and kissed
him full on the lips, realising what he had done and seeing shocked look on
Tom's tear stained face, he quickly drew back.

"Don't go! Stay! I want to be with you." said Tom in between wiping his
eyes and sniffing.

Alex blinked, knowing he was getting just as emotional and feeling just the
same.

"Tom. First, one thing at a time please," said Alex firmly, "first lets get
behind them trees and change shorts. Reckon we can do it in under ten
seconds?"

"Yer." Tom wiped his eyes and smiled. "Oh, Alex!"

"Beat you to 'em!" said Alex starting to run up the road unzipping his
shorts as he went.

Under ten seconds it was. Tom emerged grinning with a rapidly hardening
cock now safely zipped up inside Alex's shorts. They smelt of him. Alex for
his part, knew his pale blues briefs were soon going to be containing an
equally rampant erection that was probably going to be visible through the
open fly of the damp shorts. He didn't care.

From the tree they walked slowly up the road looking at each other, under
cover of their flapping school blazers they managed to hold hands.

"Wot you gonna tell yer mum about yer face, she'll see you been crying."
asked Alex as they stopped on the corner of the road.

"Uumm.. I don't know!" Tom's mind was blank. "I'll think of something. But
wot you gonna tell your mum about them shorts?"

"The usual!" Alex grinned and squeezed Tom's hand. "That somebody took mine
by mistake in the changing room and I was left with these. I got an old
pair I can wear tomorrow, anyway she don't really know wot I wears or wot
clothes I got!"

"So she'll believe that?" asked Tom incredulously. "My mum wouldn't, she's
always looking at me clothes and she knows every last thing I got."

"Yer, works for me every time!" Alex laughed. "Now.. you gonna be alright,
you look like you needs a fuckin' good nights kip."

Blinking, Tom looked up at the sky, then back to Alex. "I wish it could be
with you!"

"So do I..."  Alex swallowed hard, "best I can do is promise I'll have a
sticky one in yer shorts when I gets home and be thinking of you!"

Tom wiped his eyes yet again. Alex' cock twitched in his briefs as he
continued to look at Tom. Unable to take any more and squeezing his hand
Tom rushed the words, "I gotta go." and turned to walk briskly up the path
to the front door.

There was no escaping the truth about the way their relationship had
developed and with tears in the corners of his eyes Alex turned and started
up the road. Not caring in the slightest he partly lifted his school bag in
front of himself and pushed his hand through the gaping fly of the shorts.

By the time Alex had reached his own front door, a dribble of cum was
seeping between his legs with some darker spots beginning to form on the
grey material of his shorts. Luckily his mother was fully occupied
preparing tea in the kitchen and called out a cheery welcome to him on
hearing the front door open and him walking into the hallway. Mumbling
something about sorting out homework he made his way to his room, wedged a
chair behind the door and with trembling hands pulled the shorts down and
slowly pulled them off. Sitting on the edge of bed with one hand inside the
sticky briefs he closed his eyes and began to sniff the damp shorts whilst
thinking of what had happened inside them that day.

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Chap 61 to follow