Date: Thu, 24 Mar 2011 14:58:26 +0000 From: tom Subject: Brief Encounters chap 71 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 71 -- Tickets please "Here, the bus is coming." Tom bent down to pick his bag up from the pavement. "Will it make a mess?" Alex was already giggling. "Piss off!" Tom looked up again "Oh damn, look it's one of them old ones." "You a bit of bus spotter then?" asked Joe. "D'you write them numbers down and all that? I gotta uncle he does that with trains, he's a right bloody nutcase!" "No, I fuckin' don't!" Tom turned, "It's just that it's harder to see when the conductor comes up." "Harder to see, wot?" "Why? Wot difference does it make if it's harder to see him?" David grinned. "Oh... in case he catches you playing with yer willy?" "No! Yes!" Tom looked very guilty. "He saw me with a hard on the other morning!" "How d'you know he saw it, ain't that big is it?" "He saw me pushing on the front of me shorts and then winked at me!" Tom blushed. "Was he a queer then?" asked Joe. "How d'you know if somebody's queer?" "Dunno." said David. "You could ask 'em I `spose! Who cares." "But we do know that Tom's always wanking!" said Alex slapping his bottom. "Who told you that?" asked Tom. "They's lying!" "That conductor!" said Alex pointing. "look, yer doing it now!" "No I ain't I'm just checking it." said Tom with his hand deep in his trouser pocket. "You always bloody is, look at you!" David looked down to confirm and nodded. Tom's hand was indeed deep in his pocket. Alex turned to Simon, "Now listen, never mind about Tom wanking, this is more important. You're gonna make sure that we definitely get the shed key on Saturday sometime, from Art. Ain't you? Then we can tell all the others it's on for Sunday." "Now don't fuckin' panic, course I will." said Simon. "I'll fuckin' ask him again now, when we're going home on the bus." "Well, where is he anyway?" asked Alex looking around at the boys by the bus stops. "He ain't here." "He's fuckin' late isn't he? Always is." Simon raised his eyebrows. "Wanking I `spect!" "Cor, wot's wanking mean?" asked David innocently. "Is that wot Tom does?" "You'd better ask Tom! Oh look, hang on here he comes, look." Joe nodded to school gates from where Art had just emerged and was walking slowly toward the bus stop. "Here he comes? Why's he's walking funny." observed David. "Looks like he's wet himself!" "I'll bet anything," said Simon studying Art's walk, "he's cum in his pants again!" "Again?" Joe sounded shocked. "Again? Wot, he does it in his pants a lot?" "Yer." Simon grinned, "Most days I reckon, but don't you dare fuckin' tell him I told you so or he'll fuckin' kill me!" "Wot's yer mum say then, I mean.. about the washing them?" David was amazed. "My mum would go nuts... she'd ask me what it was that was making the stains.. she bloody would, she don't miss nothing!" "Oh, our mums given up. She say's now he's gotta do his own washing," Simon looked around to see if anyone else was listening, "and I'm pretty sure that dad knows Art can't ever stop wanking!" "Cor. Bloody hell, so yer dad knows as well! Don't he never do nothing?" asked Joe still rather surprised at the revelations of the Weldon household.. "No." Simon shook his head. "He's real good like that, just says we're growing up and if we ever wants to talk about sex or anything he's always there. He put the cream on me willy when I'd hurt it." "Shit." said Joe sounding rather envious. "Wish mine was like that, he don't say nothing. Never. About nothing like that, d'you know sometimes I wish he would." "Nor mine." added David. Tom and Alex merely looked at each other somewhat envious of Simon's father. Food for thought indeed. "Hey, d'you know," Alex suddenly leaning forward and lowering his voice, "we ain't done nothing in school today." "Wot? Oh! So.." Joe grinned, "so wot you mean is.. now we're gonna do something on the bus?" "Well you'd better be fuckin' quick to decide `cause the bloody things gonna be here any second." said David looking up the road. "Oh shit! Alex, look it's Martin and Nigel, they just come out as well." said Tom having just turned to see where the bus was. He moved closer to Alex as the inevitable happened, the butterflies stirred deep inside at the sight of Martin. "Oh.." Alex looked around as well, he looked at Tom. "I didn't see him earlier." "You're fuckin' disgustin' you lot!" said Simon completely missing the sizzling chemistry between Tom, Alex and Martin. "Wouldn't catch me doing nothing on bus." "You fuckin' lying toad! You'd said you and Art feel inside each others trousers!" said David laughing. "Anyway, here's our bus. When you get on yours see if you can get Art to do something. I'll bet you wouldn't dare cum in yer pants on the bus even if he does!" "Might do!" Simon grinned and squeezed the front of his shorts. Already erect he was wondering if today he had the courage to do it, Art would help that was certain! "Dave's right, now they're all walking like they've wet 'emselves!" said Tom as they approached. "Oh fuck, which bus does Mart go on?" "It's all right, he usually goes with Nigel on the number eighteen." David smiled reassuringly, knowing how both Tom and Alex felt. "Don't worry." "It's not that we don't wanna see him.." Alex muttered, "we do, but.. oh.. fuck!" "I know what you're saying. Don't worry." said David interrupting as the bus rumbled to a stop. "Just get on the bloody thing, be quick and shut up." "I'm sorry." Tom looked rather ashamed and then compounded his feelings by inadvertently making eye contact with Martin who smiled back. They both blushed. "For fuck's sake just get on it!" said David pushing at Tom's back. "Yeah, move yer ass!" added Joe who in turn was pushing himself into David. "Wot you poking me with?" asked David grinning as he turned. The four boys were last in the queue and finally piled onto the platform as the conductor rang the bell. The driver slammed it into first gear with a crash that reverberated throughout the bus and it set off with Tom and Alex both hanging onto the pole looking wistfully behind at Martin standing with Nigel. "I know." whispered Alex and squeezed Tom's arm. "I think we all do, don't we? But I still don't understand it all." Tom managed a smile. "Come on, let's go up the top and see Dave, he seems to understand." Rounding the sharp bend on the stairs Tom felt a hand encircling his waist. Stopping he turned to see Alex smiling and standing immediately behind him. "Wot's want?" Tom asked quietly. It was very much a rhetorical question. "You know. You!" Alex having first made eye contact, dropped his hand from Tom's waist to cup the front of his grey shorts, seconds later his fingers were tugging on the zip. Tom put a hand on top of Alex's and they both pushed firmly on the bulge. "Not here." whispered Tom. "Later." "When? Where?" Tom didn't get a chance to reply as the bus lurched violently throwing them both against the handrail causing Alex drop his bag. "Come on lads, up you go," it was the voice of the conductor from the bottom of the stairs, "hurry up, I got tickets to check." "Sorry, dropped me bag, just hang on." replied Alex releasing Tom and stooping to pick up his bag. "If I had a quid for every time one of you kids dropped yer bag on these stairs I'd be rich!" replied the conductor. "Come on, now move it!" Scrabbling up the final few stairs they made their way near the front to sit behind David and Joe. "No prizes to guess why you're late!" said Joe turning backwards. "You been at it on the stairs again?" "If you must know I was checking his zip was all right." said Alex before bursting into laughter. "And is it?" asked David. "Dunno, he's gonna have to undo it to check it again in a minute." said Tom grinning. "I think you ought to check Joe's." "I already have!" "And it's undone!" replied Joe grinning back. "Well, we said we'd do something didn't we?" "Sorry Mart, but we never got to the shed like we promised did we?" "No I `spose not, but the lesson was fun wasn't it and I couldn't have... well... " Martin lowered his voice, barely audible above the noises on the bus, "maybe not cum again in the shed anyway. Could you?" "Well, I'm still hard!" whispered Nigel. "I'm gonna be thinking about you cumming in yer trousers later on tonight in bed!" "Me?" Martin blushed. "Yer, you, why not? I wanted yer cock today." Nigel smiled. "It don't matter, always be another time won't there?" "Yer, but.. but.." Martin looked out of the window for a few moments and then turned back. "but, I think we all wanted something more didn't we?" "You asking me or telling me? Because it's yes to both innit? I know wot Art wanted." Nigel paused, "he wanted you in him and, and so did I." "He really did then. Oh shit! I wasn't sure." Martin blushed. "And wot? Wot, both of you wanted me?" "Yer, but keep yer voice down. Well, yer so cute!" said Nigel looking round. "Now listen, don't take this the wrong way, but see you ain't much bigger than a second year but you got the cock of a fourth year! "Oh. Have I?" Martin went quiet and looked at the floor. "Shit, I shouldn't have said that." said Nigel thinking out loud. "Why, it's true innit?" Martin looked up and grinned. "Mind you, if me cock was only like a second year's I'd be pretty pissed off!" "It's about the same as Art's innit? Sorta average innit." "So you've had a good look then?" said Martin trying not to laugh. "How d'you get to look at a lot of cocks then?" "Well, in the bog and that. I `spose I do." Nigel blushed as Martin started to laugh. "You dirty sod and yer blushing, I ain't seen that before." "Fuckin' shut up!" "Anyway look.. uumm.. I want to say this, I wanted Art... and I still do.. and..." Martin shuffled his bag on his lap, "I want you.. I wanna be filled with cock... but I'm afraid of being hurt." "Honest?" Nigel smiled. "Don't be afraid `cause that's just wot Art thinks as well. Having a big one is all very well, but I can't use it `cept for wankin' can I?" "I wish I could take it, but it would really hurt wouldn't it?" "Probably. That wot Art says. But, you could always put yours up me." Nigel licked his lips. "Art's done it, I like it. That's wot I was hoping you'd do." "Wot, he has? When? Could I?" Martin was sounding very excited have realised that fantasies were being laid bare and was more than enthralled to learn he was being counted on to play a major part in any future enactment. "Oh you certainly could." Nigel smiled "See, I ain't never met anybody like you or Art before." "Wot d'you mean?" Martin just looked at the back of the seat in front. "You just talk about this stuff and... and... well, you ain't even bothered that I like, well it's tricky innit? You know, about Tom and them younger boys." "No, that don't bother us and you knows you can always talk to us about anything, anything if it helps. It don't change you do it? Anyway, I don't reckon none of us is right at this age, we don't know wot we fuckin' wants do we?" "No, I'm all mixed up over boys, I admit it." replied Martin. "Right, well. I `spose the least I can do is to offer to you help in return. All you gotta do is ask." "Course, I would." said Nigel mentally moving to change the topic before Martin became too serious having now broached the subject of his obvious attraction to younger boys. "I mean it." said Martin looking very serious. "Course. Now, d'you know it's strange you should say that `cause maybe you can help me." said Nigel biting on a dirty fingernail. "How?" "You can toss me off through me trousers!" Without waiting for a reply he lifted his bag a few inches to reveal an enormous bulge topped by an equally enormous wet spot that glinted in the light. Martin's eyes opened wide, he took a deep breath and just looked at Nigel. "Wot here on the bus! Right now? You're bloody joking!" "No I ain't joking, does it look like it!" Nigel grinned. "You and Art have both cum, I ain't yet." "Well, I `spose.." Needing no second invitation Martin just grinned and after glancing behind to see some first year boys deep in conversation he swiftly slid his left hand under the bag. "Bleeding hell, you're keen!" said Nigel who's immediate reaction was to squeeze his legs together once Martin started to run his fingers up and down the bulge. "Nige, it's so wet! You sure you ain't cum?" whispered Martin after a few seconds. "It's bloody soaked! I wanna get me hand in." "No, I fuckin' well ain't cum! But once you gets yer hand in it won't be long before I do, so let me help you!" Nigel took a firm grasp on Martin's hand under the bag, there was no doubt what they both wanted. With his heart starting to thump Martin wasn't sure what to do other than let Nigel continue to take the lead. Nigel having taken Martin's hand was rubbing it over the lump so hard that they could both feel the foreskin sliding around beneath in the slippery layers of clothing. Having now succeeded in coating their hands precum, Nigel appearing oblivious to the consequences of touching his uniform and moved to the zip. With Martin's willing assistance it was soon pulled down allowing Nigel's ample erection to push the sodden Y-fronts out through the fly to add yet more precum to the already stained trousers. "Mmhh.. now go for it!" Withdrawing his hand and beginning to lick his fingers Nigel had purposely left Martin fumbling around inside the fly with the slimy cotton of his briefs being impregnated by a seemingly endless supply of precum. In the expectation of what was to have happened in the shed after school, Nigel had been producing precum for most of the day and the events of the last lesson only intensified the situation. Meanwhile Martin, having been captivated by the issues in hand had wormed his way under the elastic to be surprised to discover just how much precum Nigel had and was still producing. So much so, that inside of the briefs, Nigel's stomach and pubic hair were positively coated with precum. It was inevitable that the sleeve of Martin's blazer and most of Nigel's uniform were going to be early casualties. "Rub it, just fuckin' rub it..." hissed Nigel, "it won't be long.. oh.. shit I'm so close!" Unsurprisingly, Martin was also battling to control his own erection which was attempting to straighten itself, but stuck literally within the folds of his cummy blue Y-fronts. Since the last lesson it had somehow become bonded to his matted pubic hairs making it feel as though they were being pulled out one by one the harder it became. Unwilling to release his grip on Nigel's cock he leaned forward and shuffled about on the seat hoping the movement would help to free it. Quite unaware why Martin was moving about, Nigel simply grasped the opportunity to do something he had hoped to have done in the shed. "Fuck wot's that!" said Martin sounding surprised and half turning to see Nigel trying to force his hand down the back of his trousers. "Ssshhh... keep wanking!" whispered Nigel pulling at the shirt tail to free it from the trousers. "Don't stop, I'm so close!" "Well don't rip me shirt!" Martin leant forward to give Nigel more room. "Fuck yer shirt, just keep quiet!" Nigel glanced around to see if any of the first year boys sat behind had noticed, seemingly deep in a noisy conversation about football they apparently had not. With the shirt finally released Nigel pulled up Martin's blazer and stared down to see the familiar white elastic with the blue lines proclaiming Y-front. Poking up an inch or so above the waistband of the trousers Martin's pale blue underpants contrasted against his white skin and looked all too inviting. Irresistible in fact. Letting out a surprised groan Martin felt Nigel's hand being rammed down the inside his briefs with the tips of the fingers prodding and curling underneath as they went. "Just fuckin' keep quiet!" whispered Nigel excitedly. "Hey, you is clean ain't you.. I mean not like old skid marks Art or that?" In the heat of the moment it seemed a ridiculously trivial question, Martin however went bright red and momentarily released his grip Nigel's cock. Nigel had his answer. "Never mind, we all gets 'em. Having a shit and using that fuckin' awful school bog paper is like scraping yer ass with a cardboard box!" Despite his obvious embarrassment, for a split second Martin caught Nigel's eye and they both smiled. Martin was on the crest of a wave and couldn't care if he wasn't as clean as he could be, he carried on expertly milking as Nigel prepared for the final push inside his briefs. "Don't worry, I'll clean yer bum for you right now!" Before Martin could reply he felt a finger pushing at his bumhole almost as though it were pressing a doorbell! It was and it was about to get rung! The back of Nigel's hand braced itself against the seat as his index finger pressed on past the reluctant sphincter and in as far as it could go. "Oh fuck... now I'm gonna cum!" hissed Nigel. Martin's practised masturbation technique combined with the sensations of fingering the tight anal passage had reached their zenith. Originally Nigel had planned to have held out for a while longer, but hadn't reckoned on either the excesses of the precum lubricant nor Martin's masturbation expertise. Even though he had reduced Nigel to trembling in anticipation, Martin was unable to decide if he should release or keep hold of Nigel's throbbing cock for the final few strokes. Had he known the quantity of sperm that Nigel was about to produce he would have been better to let go, but he didn't! As it was, with his arm through the fly and trying to hold on to the slippery member jerking around inside Nigel's briefs was proving difficult enough in itself. Both boys were well past the point of no return and locked together, Nigel with hand down the back of Martin's trousers as he fingered his bum whilst Martin attended to Nigel inside his trousers. Whatever, it wasn't the ideal situation to be in on a public bus! With Martin still impaled on his finger, Nigel began to jerk violently on the seat. His long awaited ejaculation took hold and he started to forceably discharge an immense quantity of cum into his briefs. Even as he continued to shudder and shake the sperm was seeping through the thin cotton underpants to be absorbed not only by his uniform, but also by the sleeve of Martin's blazer. Miraculously, despite having Nigel's digit violently poking his prostate Martin had managed not to cum, although he wasn't very far off and despite his earlier ejaculation was again producing more precum. "Tickets please." "Wot? Who?" Martin stirred, he blinked unsure if he had heard correctly. "Thanks lads... oh, so where's your's then?" "Think I've lost it." "Come on, start looking! You've got enough pockets, bound to be in one them or you'll have to buy another." A cold sweat was literally breaking by the time Martin had realised what was happening. He quickly turned to see the conductor now standing by the first year boys seated further back as one of them searched his pockets for the lost return ticket. "Fuck!" he poked Nigel violently in the ribs. "Where's yer fuckin' return ticket?" "Me trouser pocket I think." said Nigel sounding rather dazed. "Which one? Which fuckin' pocket?" Martin poked him again. "Quick, it's the bloody conductor!" "Right one I think." Nigel still didn't seem to grasp the gravity of the situation, he just looked at Martin and grinned, "You'll have to get it `cause I still got me hand up yer ass!" "Fuck!" Martin turned again, luckily the conductor still appeared to be patiently waiting for the other boys to find the last ticket. "There told you, you'd find it." it was the conductors voice "Now just fuckin' pretend to be asleep!" said Martin roughly pulling his hand from Nigel's fly and dropping the bag over it to hide the front of the obviously cum stained trousers. "Mind me balls!" "Fuck yer balls, where's yer fuckin' ticket?" panicking Martin glanced behind yet again. "Fuckin' hurry up!" "I'll look," said Nigel starting to giggle. Pushing his finger hard against Martin's prostate added, "it's not up here!" "Fucking hell! Be sensible, oh fuckin hell!" Martin had become quite agitated. "I'll look meself then!" Agitated or not, pushing his hand deep into Nigel's pocket was to prove to be one of the most sensual experiences Martin had ever had. It was hot inside the pocket, the thin lining wet with warm cum was just beginning to stick to Nigel's thigh beneath. Through the lining Martin could feel in minute detail every fold and seam in Nigel's equally wet Y-fronts, his cock still very much erect with the head gently oozing cum. But, such exploration however exciting had to be cut short, heavy footsteps were approaching. "Tickets please lads." Under cover of his blazer, clutching the ticket between his sticky fingers Martin withdrew his hand from the pocket and tried to appear as relaxed as he could. In reality, quite a difficult feat. With both boys reeking of fresh semen and concealing major erections, Nigel pretending to be asleep, an active finger up Martin's bum and both blissfully unaware that their school uniforms were now absolutely adorned with shiny streaks of cum. "Gawd, what's happened to him? Don't tell me he's had a hard day at school?" The conductor smiled and nodded towards Nigel, who slumped in the seat and partially leaning on Martin was now really enjoying the feeling of the heavy bag resting on top of his erection. He gently wiggled his arm down the back of Martin's trousers and Martin's cock twitched in reply. "Him, a hard day at school, never. Nah, I think he's just nodded off." Martin smiled and tried to avoid looking making eye contact in case he burst out laughing. Nigel wiggling his finger in agreement. "Well, a boy of his age he ought be wide awake. Now then, those ticket's please." Martin suddenly had a dreadful premonition about the state of his left arm and the semen impregnated sleeve of his blazer. Doing his best to keep it hidden he took the ticket from it with his right and offered it together with his own to the conductor. Suddenly with a long blast on the horn, the bus swung violently first to the right and then back to the left before braking, it totally threw the conductor off balance and forced him to sit on the edge of the seat opposite. "What the hell?" he said straining to look out of the window. "Another damn stupid kid on a bike, you know one day we're going run one over!" Unable to feign sleeping any longer Nigel had opened his eyes and looked around. In the aftermath of the commotion his finger had been rather forceably withdrawn and taking full advantage of the situation merely wiped it on the tail of Martin's shirt! "A bike was it?" asked Nigel, doing his best to appear as though he had been woken up. "Yes, happens all the time when schools out. Damn nuisance." said the conductor starting to stand up and making ready to clip their tickets. "Schools too far for me to.. to.. to.. ride..." said Nigel, his voice gradually tailed to nothing. Puzzled, Martin turned to see why Nigel's speech was sounding disjointed. Then he wished he hadn't! "Here's, your tickets... what..." The conductor had started to stand back up and leant over to hand them back to Martin's waiting hand, then froze. Nigel's bag wasn't offering any protection having fallen down when the bus had swerved. Gaping and open to the world the heavily cum splattered fly of Nigel's grey school trousers took pride of place. The thin cotton of his briefs he had so thoroughly saturated with cum barely minutes before had now become totally translucent. The purple head of his magnificent organ oozed cum as it leered upward as if trying to force it's way through the transparent cotton. There was nothing of Nigel's more than ample erection left to the imagination at all. Anybody's imagination. Sitting next to Nigel in a state of abject terror was Martin. Motionless with his eyes tightly closed as he visualised being taken to the police station. For some few seconds nobody said anything, even the boys behind seemed to had gone quiet. "Is this what they teach you at that grammar school?" finally demanded the conductor. Nigel had turned a ghastly white. Unable to speak, he finally opened his mouth to answer but nothing came out. "You're disgusting, the pair of you." said the conductor the anger in his voice palpable and the volume increasing. "Couldn't you wait till you got home." There followed a long pregnant pause during which Martin thought he could hear whispering coming from the boys seated behind. Obviously by now they were more than intrigued as to what was happening. "Name." Nigel tried to swallow hard but even so his throat was still dry, he croaked. "Nigel.." "Nigel what?" "Bbb.. Blake." "What would your parents say? And your headmaster? And... the police!" Unable to reply Nigel just looked back plainly petrified at the thought. The conductor leaned forward. "I'm telling you Nigel Blake, if you are ever on my bus again and I see you even just thinking about doing anything, you and I will be going to be see your headmaster and then your parents. D'you understand?" His bowels churning Nigel barely managed to nod in agreement. "And your perverted mind even got this younger boy help, not that he seemed to object." he said tapping Martin on the shoulder, "I know what I'd do if you were my boy!" Martin winced. With that the conductor straightened himself up and reached out to press one of the red buttons that were fixed in the ceiling. Three quick short rings were all it took for the bus to immediately start to slow and to head for the kerb. "Get your stuff together, you and your dirty little friend are getting off. The walk will give you time to refect!" Turning on his heel he walked back down the aisle leaving Nigel and Martin to gather up their bags with shaking hands. Deeply embarrassed Martin led the way past the first year boys who were straining to see just who and what all the fuss was about. With the threat of the police ringing in his ears and almost on the verge of tears Nigel lamely followed holding his bag in front to try to cover the evidence. Waiting on the platform for the bus to finally stop was no less embarrassing as those on the lower deck were more than intrigued as to not just the dishevelled look of the pair, but why the bus was effectively stopping to throw them off. ############################################################################ Chap 72 to follow