Date: Tue, 17 Feb 2009 01:07:57 -0800 (PST)
From: Ami <amias05@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brief Encounters - chapter 10

Brief Encounters - the ever continuing sticky 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 your bed
or if you shared a room with a brother, then in it would be 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 very intrigued to learn!

Tom email: amias05@yahoo.com


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Chapter 10 - Night manoeuvres!

Ever since that most erotic of gym lessons poor Brian had been in a state
of sexual arousal, in fact he is poor cock had rarely gone down since and
he was becoming quite addicted to playing with it through his pockets. He
just could not get the memory of young Jimmy sucking him off and fingering
his delightful little bum out of his mind, indeed it seemed as every time
he thought about it his cock would get even harder than before! It didn't
help that it was too late to change seating partners in the classrooms to
be next to Jimmy so, whenever he was sat down he would be constantly
playing with himself through his pockets under the desk and looking in the
direction of Jimmy and wishfully thinking that he was doing the same!

From his point of view, what made matters worse was that recently he never
seemed to be alone and so the odds were definitely against him as regards
being able to have, basically, a really good wank!! The best he could hope
for was to lock himself in the bathroom at home and pound away on his ever
receptive little cock, but even then he knew his movements were being noted
by Robbie his slightly younger brother, who for some reason seemed to be
developing more than just a casual interest in what Brian was doing in
private. It seemed to stem from the undue observation that Robbie now
appeared to take in watching every move that Brian made when it came to
getting dressed and undressed.

Naturally Brian tried desperately to hide his ever present erection but he
was sure Robbie had seen it and somehow, despite his being a year younger
Robbie was definitely getting some sort of sexual turn-on from of it
all. Brian decided that's what horrible little brothers were for, just to
spy and annoy. And, wouldn't it only be just too typical of Robbie to say
something like, why's Brian always disappearing off to the bathroom, just
to cause maximum embarrassment him in front of his parents!

But, just wait untill Robbie came to senior school next year, Brian would
really fix him then! Sadly though, that was then and this was now so
revenge would have to wait!

To make matters ten times worse, Robbie had even been sleeping in Brian's
room for the last few days as his own room was being completely
redecorated. Since their father could only work at it on weekends he had
promised to complete in another couple of weeks or sooner if he could. And,
that at the worst time possible from Brian's point of view, when he so
desperately needed some privacy to explore his new found pleasures of the
flesh in the privacy of his own bed.

Poor Brian, he was very frustrated in more ways than one! However, he had
noted with some satisfaction, that sometimes even Robbie could be spotted
playing with whatever he had hidden in his jeans and that in itself was
something which Brian thought he must now take more interest in -
particularly since they would both be sleeping in the same room for a while
longer. However, tonight Brian had a plan and was going to take the upper
hand to really score one over Robbie, who he knew was more than somewhat
apprehensive about moving to up senior school.

Just as Art and Simon would sit watching the TV doing their best to hide
their boners, so now did Brian and to a lesser extent young Robbie. Sharing
a bedroom and getting undressed for bed when sporting a rather sore
erection, is not maybe the easiest thing to do and yet it always seemed
that Robbie was there first, undressed and ready for bed, just waiting and
watching for Brian come in and undress.

This time, thought Brian to himself, he would be there first and save
himself considerable embarrassment so he would watch Robbie for a change!
So, he caught Robbie by surprise when he suddenly announced that he was
very tired after a particularly hard time at school and was going to bed
earlier than normal for a change. In fact a good thirty minutes early and
coincidentally just before Robbie's bedtime deadline. Setting off quickly,
up the stairs to the room, he changed into his pyjamas at lightening speed,
whizzed to the bathroom and was in bed, comfortably holding his prick under
the blankets by the time Robbie had appeared.

"Gawd, you were in a hurry, to get up here," said Robbie looking over, "you
got something to hide or what?" He nodded his head towards Brian who was
partly sitting up in bed with his knees raised to quite rightly disguise
any obvious swellings of the bedclothes.

"What d'you mean?" replied Brian innocently, knowing full well that his
cock was sticking straight out of the fly in his pyjamas and if it had been
capable of producing any form of liquid other than pee, by now the bed
would be soaking!

"Nothin', " said Robbie, fingering the buttons on his shirt as he realised
it was now his turn to undress in front of his brother.

"Don't be shy!" goaded Brian sweetly, "Next year you'll be at big school
and don't forget all the boys undress in front of each other for gym, so
everybody well, gets to see...  ummm everything!"

Robbie went a little red "What, I didn't know that....you don't do you...."
he stammered.

"Oh yeah," continued Brian, at last the boot was on the other foot. He
could see Robbie was believing it all, "and sometimes, in the changing
room, well....  they even... ummmm.. oh no I'd better not say!"

Robbie fell for it, "They do what.. what do they do... tell me??" he said,
his voice having a note of panic.

"Shit!!" said Brian in a surprised voice, staring over at Robbie who was
taking his shirt off, "D'you know I forgot you wore a vest!"

"So?" retorted Robbie sounding a little embarrassed, "So what, Mum wants me
to! Now, tell me what they do...in the changing room?"

"Dunno, if I should tell you, really..." said Brian mysteriously, "but it's
to do with undressing and that... course it really only effects boys who
wear vests!"

"What!!!" Robbie turned white with fright, "What you mean... what do they
do... Brian please... tell me...!"

"Well you better hurry up and get undressed first.... " said Brian, by now
finding the whole situation incredibly horny as he watched Robbie sit on
the bed in his white vest and start to take off his shoes.

Robbie started to stand up and turning away to undo his jeans he again
asked "Please Brian, what is they do? What about my vest?"

Brian replied, "Well, don't you get changed and sort of naked in front of
the boys at your school, now then?"

"Oh shit! NO!!" cried Robbie, "No not naked! I couldn't, I couldn't....but
what do they do.. what will they do to me?"

"Well. Oh!" said Brian pulling hard on his cock beneath the bedclothes,
revenge was sweet!

"Come here over here and I'll tell you."

Waddling over with his jeans now slipping down his waist to expose his
matching white briefs Robbie looked so worried that Brian wondered if he
had gone too far!

"Well, ummm" he said pointing with his free hand "drop the jeans... don't
be shy.. then turn slowly round and bend over..and...."

"What will they do to me ...Brian...please ...?" asked Robbie again
plaintively. He slowly did as he was told and started to lower his
jeans. He was now sure that what Brian was getting him to do had to be
connected with what might befall him in the changing room.

 "Well... Brian... is it OK... ?" he asked from the bending position, his
ass outlined in the tight white briefs facing Brian "What you're gonna
do.... that is to do with they might do to me isn't it?".

Brian was rubbing as hard as he dared on his cock, trying not let his
actions give anything away and was envisaging Jimmy in place of Robbie.

"Oh... yes, it's OK... but I gotta ask you to do one more thing... " said
Brian trying hard to stop giggling, "Ummm.. would you pull yer pants down
for me while you are like that?"

"What!!!... No, no...  'course I won't" snapped Robbie making to stand up.

"No, no hold on...just stay there, no stay there....just like that!" coaxed
Brian, now only seconds from a dry climax, "Ummm .. it's really important,
'cause then you'll know what to do in the changing room ...see !"

Robbie was caught, he was now convinced he would be meeting some unknown
fate in the gym when he started senior school, so should he embarrass
himself in front of his brother in order to learn the awful truth of what
could happen and be thus prepared for it.

"Come on Robbie, that won't hurt... then you'll know won't you...so you'll
be ready and won't get caught...so, just drop yer pants" cooed Brian
rubbing away for all he was worth and still visualising Jimmy standing
there before him!

"Oh ... shit... all right, but don't you dare tell anyone will you?" Robbie
said, reaching back to get his fingers under the white elastic waistband.

"Would I ?... oooohhh no!" said Brian now breathing very quickly and just
staring at Robbie's little white spotty bum slim as he nervously pulled his
briefs down to his knees.

"There," said Robbie looking back though his legs towards Brian, "Now,
please... what will they do to me, please tell me... will they hurt me?"

"Fuck!!!!!" moaned Brian, followed by "Oh ... Jimmy...!" as he finally
climaxed, hoping that his involuntary muscular spasms did not give it away.

"What!!!...They'd fuck me???" said Robbie's sounding petrified, but "But
how.. what's a fuck! Who's Jimmy... would he do it?"

"No, no !!..  Oh. Jimmy oh, no no!!" spluttered Brian as he dissolved into
a fit of giggles, "I've been .. oooohhh my
...oooohhh... shit!...ha-ha... I've been pulling your pisser...it's all big
a joke!!!!!"

It took a second before Robbie realised he had been tricked "You
bastard!!!!!" he said.

He turned around whilst still fumbling to pull his jeans and briefs back up
and jumped on top of Brian who was by now totally convulsed with laughter!

"You bastard!!" was all he could say as he attempted to pull the bedclothes
off to get at Brian who was still laughing his head off. It took Robbie a
couple of minutes, but when he eventually succeeded in pulling the blankets
off and tried to climb on top of Brian, but he wasn't strong enough to make
any real impression. Although, he thought he certainly had felt the
impression of Brian's every erect prick sticking into his half exposed
torso. Brian, now on total high, sensed another sensual opportunity. Making
a big effort to contain Robbie's flaying limbs Brian managed to swing him
round until he was laying across the top of his legs.

"Now then...got you!" said Brian in between giggling, "Come on, calm down
Robbie... it was only a joke!"

"You sod..! You made me show you my bum!" cried Robbie indignantly, his
legs kicking up and down, his jeans having fallen down to his knees again
during, "And now I want to see your bum!"

"No chance!" replied Brain taking the opportunity to see just what lay
before him. He was greeted by the site of Robbie's pert ass clad in white
briefs with the matching vest now pulled up above his waist.

"But that's not all you want to see is it... you dirty little sod?" asked
Brian playfully slapping the inviting twin white mounds.

"Oi, don't do that!" said Robbie, "It's hurts! Hey, what d'you mean, what
else did I wanna see?"

"You know... don't you?" said Brian firmly, "I've seen you watching me very
time I get undressed or anything.... haven't you?"

Robbie paused. He knew he had been rumbled "No, no.. 'course not
Brian... why would I.. ummm.. do that..  ummm"

"Because, you're a dirty toad and you wanted to see this!" said Brian
suddenly lifting his body so that his ever hard prick was thrust right into
Robbie's crutch. "That's what you wanted to wasn't it... you ... "

Defiance set in. Robbie replied, "Well what if it was.... you shouldn't be
playing with it anyway it's dirty and me mates say it'll make you blind!"

Brain smiled, "Well if it does then. we'll be going blind together. Don't
think I haven't seen you playing with yours as well!"

Out of sight face down on the bed, Robbie went rather red " No I
don't.... I don't !! I never touch it... I don't even look it.. ever!" he
squeaked in panic.

"Well, I am gonna look at it right now!!!" said Brian as he firmly grasped
the waistband of Robbie's white briefs and pulled the swiftly down in one
movement.

"Oh you sod!!!" cried Robbie helplessly, "What you
doing... no... no... Brian... no !! It's not fair...."

"It bloody well is!!" retorted Brian, rolling him over so that Robbie's
small hairless scrotum and matching semi-stiff cock were only inches away
from his face, "Now then, how d'you like being looked at?"

Poor Robbie's cherry red face said it all and for once in his life he was
speechless. In that split second, Brian was wondering whether he had gone
to far as the last thing he wanted was to start the third world war which
was sure to happen if Robbie started crying and their parents got involved!

Then he had a brainwave, but it's success depended on surprise.

Before Robbie could say anything, Brian suddenly pushed him off and onto
the bed beside him, grabbing hold of his pyjama trousers he roughly pulled
them open to reveal his own rampant cock.

"There," he said proudly, "now I've seen yours and you've seen mine... come
on, have a good look ... "

Robbie lay there stunned staring, his mouth open. Brian prayed it would
work, was he going to call out or not?

"Shit, it's much bigger than mine!" he finally uttered.

Brian breathed a huge sigh on relief, " Well, 'tis a bit isn't it?" he
replied "But your's will grow, I was like you a year ago,"

Robbie looked down to see his little hard cock still on display, his briefs
down around his knees. Turning red with embarrassment, then looking back up
at Brian, he said somewhat disconsolately, "It's not very big is it? I
think all my mates have got bigger ones."

"How d'you know that... have you looked?" enquired Brian, only too well
aware of the feelings of feelings of inadequacy he often experienced
himself.

"Well ... no. Not properly,.no, only when we change for gym I try and
look." admitted Robbie, "but I reckon they have."

Brian wanted an answer to the nagging question, "But Robbie, why are you so
suddenly interested in all this and my cock in particular... you been
trying to see it for days haven't you?"

Robbie nodded.

"It's... ummm well.. it's at school, like with Mark and Andy really, they
go off looking at each others bits...umm in the bogs... and.. I.... "
Robbie, was not sure if he should say anything, "ummm, well they won't let
me join in unless I can find out about big boys cocks and...ummm they've
only got big sisters... and.. they said if, if I could ummm, find out about
your cock and like what you did with it, well they'd uummm, let me join
them! They keep asking do you wank? But I'd don't know what wanking is see?
So what is that, wanking thing?  Ummm, anyway if I did, like... well I
could be one of them in their, you know gang... d'you see?"

Even for Brian and his new found exhibitionism the subject of wanking was
getting a little close to home, especially since he had only discovered it
himself so recently, maybe a 'big brother" change of tact would evade the
subject?

"Oh Robbie," he said, pulling his pyjamas back in place, "was it really
worth following me round and upsetting me to join their stupid gang?"

Robbie shook his head tears in his eyes "No.I don't want to upset you." he
muttered

"Come on now and cover yourself up and get your pyjamas on before Mum comes
up." Brian pushed him off the bed and patted his ass as he walked over to
his own bed, grabbing his pyjamas he got into them very quickly, the
thought of his mother catching him partly undressed spurred him on no end.

"Look," continued Brian, "I'm sorry I did that to you, but well... shit, we
are brothers and ummm... well, up to now we haven't really had any secrets
or that have we?"

" I 'spouse not..." said Robbie, sitting on the bed

"So, why didn't you just come and ask me about it?" said Brian, "Look I
would have got embarrassed but I would have told you."

"Really, would you?"

"Of course, so in future never spy on me again... and if you want to know
... well you ask me instead.. got it?"

"Yeah! I'm so pleased you ain't mad at me!" said Robbie smiling again, "But
what about wanking though...!!"

"Oh...mmmm .... yes....!!!!" Brian started to reply, but thankfully was cut
short as his mothers voice came up the stairs.

"I'll be up to say good night in minute boys... in bed now please..."

"Do as she say's now Robbie, lets go to sleep... I'm very tired tired and I
really think I've had enough for one day!" said a very relieved and
exhausted Brian. Clutching his cock he closed his eyes and drifted off
almost immediately to sleep and dreams of Jimmy!

"Brian." Robbie snuggled down, "thank you!"

Brian barely raised a tired eyelid, "Yeah, I know... now go to sleep!"

Meanwhile, in an adjacent suburb and in a bedroom with a very similar pine
bed somebody else was thinking about getting ready for bed. Or, to be more
precise, Art wasthinking about what he could to himself that evening that
would be a bit of turn on for his nightly wank.

He had been very good and had actually finished all of his homework, albeit
under threat of a detention if he didn't, so he really felt that he
deserved something extra special tonight, but what? He closed his books and
leaned back in the chair thrusting both hands deep into his pockets,
feeling his way under the elastic of his briefs he started stroking his
very rapidly hardening cock with his fingertips.

His devious mind was working overtime as to what he could do, then he
remembered the fun he had earlier with the skipping rope, he thought long
and hard, eventually even surprising himself at just how far he would go to
get himself off!

Just wait till Nigel heard about his one since it combined both underwear
and bum play, but he would have to be careful in case he was caught since
it was now getting on for eleven o'clock and was past his theoretical
bedtime!

Standing up, he started to take off his jeans and as usual his raging
erection was soon pushing the front of his Y-Fronts outwards with what
seemed to an ever devolving wet spot where the head of his penis obviously
lay. He couldn't resisting squeezing it several times as he struggled with
his jeans then, standing there in just his briefs and shirt he bent over
and started to rummage about in the very bottom his wardrobe, eventually
standing up, smiling to himself as held what looked like another pair of
briefs. Indeed it was, but these had to be kept really hidden away as not
only did they double as the occasional cum rag, but also had been
"modified" so that he could finger his bum through a hole torn in the seat
- this was, naturally another original idea from the anally obsessed Nigel.

Easing his own briefs down over his cock and then throwing them over by the
bed, he carefully pulled up the others and then felt back, under his balls
to check that the hole in the rear panel was in about the correct spot!
Naturally his finger lingered for a few pleasant seconds before he dived
back in to the wardrobe again and this time came out clutching the skipping
rope which had seen such sterling service earlier!

Another idea struck him, maybe before he went any further he should make
some form of barrier to stop the bedroom door being opened, looking round
he decided to carefully leave his heavy school bag in line with door so as
to "accidentally" block it, should someone try the door.

That done, still sporting his rock hard erection he went over to the bed
and wound the skipping rope around the rail at the head of the bed so the
handle was anchored as his latest deviant plan demanded. Firmly gripping
his cock through the fabric of the briefs he stood back and remembered he
needed just one more thing to make it all work, the handcream which lived
on top of the chest of drawers!

With his heart racing, here he was ready for a brand new sexual adventure
and just prayed that nobody would want to come into his room whilst he so
busy!

Getting onto the bed he moved his pillows away and then got onto all fours
manoeuvring himself so that his bottom was pretty much in line with the
skipping rope handle. With his prick now really throbbing and dripping what
seemed to him, to be bucket loads of precum into the already badly stained
briefs he balanced himself on one arm whilst managing to squirt a huge blob
of handcream onto his index finger of his free hand.

Being totally overexcited by it all he was really afraid he might shoot his
load into his pants before he had even got organised! However, with some
restraint he reached out behind himself to guide the trembling finger
through the hole in the seat of the briefs to deposit the cooling cream
more or less onto the lips of his waiting bumhole. Shivering with delight
his finger slid so easily past the outer muscle and on into the warm inner
sanctum, his cock eagerly responding by depositing more and more precum
into the slimy wet briefs.

Then he froze, his finger buried deep in his bottom - he knew he just had
to, otherwise he was in danger of cumming right then and there! It was
after what seemed like an age had passed before he felt able to safely
withdraw his finger without detonating the threatening orgasm.

With his bum now feeling the cooling benefits of the handcream he seemed to
relax, giving him the chance to quickly coat the curved wooden handle with
more cream. Pushing his bottom backwards towards the bedhead, he held the
wooden handle and aligned it by feel with his puckered hole, once he sensed
the cool wood at the entrance he pushed backward very gently until he felt
it beginning to slip inside him. Once the bulbous handle had entered his
passage the sphincter muscle took over and virtually drew it inside, the
handcream doing it's job beautifully.

He had decided this new experience was going to be heightened by his
decision to just to let his cock be stimulated by it's own movement within
his pants without any manual assistance. That was going to be very to
resist by he just knew it would give him the orgasm that he wanted!

His mind was rushing to keep up with the new sensations that his bum was
now experiencing, this was now a whole new game since it wasn't his hand
that was providing the motion. It was his own bum and it almost felt as
though the incredible pull of the muscle would never allow the handle out
again.

Eventually he got the hang of moving himself forward until the handle was
just starting to come out, then backwards his muscles pulled it back up and
right inside him, even the rope was now coated in dribbles of handcream as
his ass clamped on it tightly. Every sensation was heightened by thoughts
of the cum stained underwear he had on, the handle passing through the seat
of the briefs, which were now just a glorious, wet,sticky, slimy mess with
his cock just dripping blob after blob of gooey precum as it slid around
inside.

It was the most delicious feeling ever and nothing he had ever done
measured up to this. Maybe one day he would ask Nigel to join him in a
double act!

Was this what it was like to be ass fucked? Well if it was, then things
were about to get even better as without any real warning his ass violently
pulled in the handle so it rammed hard against his prostate - it was as if
all the stars of the universe, if not the entire milky way, suddenly
confronted him as his engorged cock spewed out load after load of hot
steaming cum! With the sheer weight of liquid pooling inside the already
saturated briefs it didn't take very long before it started to seep through
the pouch to drip slowly onto his bedding. Gasping for breath, his heart
beating as though it were going to explode he somehow managed to remain on
all fours, the handle was now so firmly gripped and pulled so far up his
passage that his ass cheeks were now pressed hard against the bed rail!

Bending his head downwards he looked back at himself and was pretty shocked
to see what an utter mess he was in. The Y-fronts were far from clean to
begin with, but now they were literally dripping with cum, the front was
soaked right though and the bed was now absorbing up the excess. He had to
admit the view did look rather erotic, what the rope tied to the bed which
just disappeared somewhere through the hole in the rear of his briefs
although the slimy rivulet's of cum and hand cream trickling down his legs
weren't quite so attractive!

The handle had really been pulled deep inside his bum and as he discovered
when he tried to pull it out that it was was actually a very unpleasant and
somewhat painful experience since the tense sphincter muscle had no
intention of letting it go. His bum certainly felt really strange when he
did finally manage to force it out, in fact he was became quite worried
that he might hurt his bum or the rope would come detached and the handle
be left up there - now, how could he ever explain that to anybody!!

What an experience. But would he repeat it?

With other people in the house he was extremely lucky not to have been
caught and cleaning up was going to be far from fun since there was cum and
handcream smeared just about everywhere, even his bedding smelt of it!
Using the cummy briefs to wipe up was obviously not such a brilliant idea
as they seemed to deposit more cum than they cleaned up, but other than a
clean shirt he could see little else to do it with so eventually he threw
them under the bed in disgust.

Now, even by his minimal standards of personal hygiene, Art knew he was in
mess and it was far too late to go to have a bath in case his parents asked
why. Somehow he had to contain the congealing mess around his cock and ass
until he could have a quick bath in the morning. Wondering what to do he
suddenly remembered the briefs he had taken off to begin with and decided
he could sleep in those under his pyjama which would at least prevent with
the already cum stained bedding getting any worse.

So it was a very, very tired boy who went to bed that night and was soon
fast asleep dreaming of more giant skipping ropes, cum soaked Y-fronts and
being rogered by Nigel.

Seven in the morning, Brian opened his eyes and turned to look at the
clock. Good news, he had another had another thirty minutes to go before he
had to get up so, instinctively he reached down and felt for his cock,
naturally it was hard and waiting! He closed his eyes and was tempted to go
back to sleep but, understandably the events of the previous day were still
going round in his head.

He looked over and saw the top of Robbie's head visible under the bedding,
he looked fast asleep. Strange thought Brian how Robbie had so suddenly
become aware of sex, he tried to think back to when he first became
interested and couldn't really remember although he concluded, he was
probably about the same age. As brothers they were only a year apart, in
the main they got on really well and didn't have many secrets from each
other but it was the seemingly silly act of spying that had annoyed Brian,
because had Robbie had asked him outright he would have probably told him
all he knew. Which wasn't very much anyway!

And, he assumed in Robbie's case the sex interest was obviously being
spurred on by his classmates who sounded a randy bunch - if only Brian's
friends had been that open about the subject he might have developed a lot
earlier and would not have been so dreadfully shy as he was now. But, since
he had confided in Jimmy as friend, one thing was for sure, that Jimmy was
certainly not shy, in fact quite the reverse, so much so that Brian felt
very inhibited with him and would probably do whatever Jimmy wanted.

Ten past seven, he squeezed his hard cock, dare he try to have another wank
with Robbie so close? It was an enormous temptation and he desperately
needed the practice!

He certainly looked asleep, he was asleep, Brian was sure of it! Slowly, he
rolled over onto to his back and lay there looking over to see if the was
any movement, it appeared not, so he started to raise his knees up and form
a tent so that he could reach down and play with his prick without rustling
the bed clothes.  So far so good, Robbie still looked sound asleep and
Brian was getting pretty excited by the thought of actually doing it with
Robbie so close, however he just wanted one more thing, to be able to drop
his pajama bottoms!

The more he thought about it, the more he couldn't resist! So very slowly
raised his bottom off the bed and started to pull them down, his cock
throbbed in anticipation, just as he lowered himself back to bed the
mattress let out a twang. He looked anxiously over at Robbie but he seemed
to be sleeping undisturbed, looking at the clock he waited till it was gone
seven fifteen and as there were still no signs of life he slipped his right
hand down and started to gently pull up on his cock. Smiling to himself
that this was going to be so hot and it wouldn't take him long to climax he
decided to take one more risk, he let his other hand wander down and start
to feel around his crack just as Jimmy had done.

However, as he was new to the whole sex thing he was rather unsure what
exactly to do. Now, he thought, when Jimmy had put a finger up his bum he
really enjoyed it, but should he do it himself or was it a dirty thing to
do? Confusion set in, still he continued wanking and closed his eyes to try
to think it all through.

He must have fallen back to sleep, for less than a minute later he was
being woken by the feel of something very hard sticking into his naked
thigh. Seconds later a hot little hand removed his own hand from his cock
and placed it on top of the object which was sticking into him.

It was, of course, Robbie's very hard three inches of boyhood!

In horror he realised that Robbie was now in the bed beside him, muttering
the immortal words "Oh... fucking helll!!!!" he turned to see Robbie
grinning broadly at him.

"Brian, we ain't got no secrets now and we know what our cocks look like,
will you show me how to wank? I know you've been doing it, I've been
watching! Please..."

For the first time in two days Brian was without an erection, it's demise
was pretty instant, such was the shock of waking to find his younger
brother poking him with the hardest three inches he could imagine!

"But Robbie, we can't do this" he stuttered, "Tt's... it's ummm.. not
right....  suppose we are caught?"

"But... last night it was all right?" replied Robbie logically, "So, what's
changed Bri? I want to... please!"

"Ummm...." Brian knew he really wanted the experience, but dare he with his
own brother? He looked at him, he seemed so sweet and innocent just staring
at Brian with such a hopeful expression on his face as he nudged Brian's
naked thigh with his stiff little cock.

Then Robbie's hand started pulling Brian's hand up and down his cock, Brian
knew it was sort of wrong but he couldn't resist, his own cock started to
rise again.

"Robbie... you must swear to me that you will never tell anybody about
this." said Brian seriously, giving in to his other self, "You must,
please, will you?"

 Robbie thought, "Yes, all right I promise I won't tell anybody...."

"You mean it...?"

"Yes, I promise, I've said it," replied Robbie, "and now, please can we get
on with it before Mum comes in or anything!"

"You dirty little sod!" said Brian smiling, "Here give me your hand and
I'll show you how to do it on me...."

"Oh, but it's me that want's it done!" said Robbie

"Ah, but you gotta do what yer teacher say's haven't you?" said Brian, "Now
shut up.... gimme yer hand and just cop hold of this..."

At about the same time, not too far away, one of two other brothers was
waking up and like millions of other boys was sporting his morning
boner. Simon was bursting for a morning pee and knew his cock would usually
go down pretty quickly after that, whereas brother Art had his own
particular morning ritual!

However, this morning the ritual was going to be broken as had Art
overslept and was only woken by several shouts from his mother to get up
lest he be late for school. The previous evenings activity had totally
exhausted him and was now flashing back through his mind, he threw back the
bedclothes and looked down, smiling when he saw the stained briefs bulging
ominously out of the fly of his striped pajamas! But, he was somewhat
surprised to be greeted by such an overpowering smell comprising sweat,
handcream and dried spunk, no problem he thought to himself as he sat on
the edge of the bed inhaling the awful aroma time for a quick bath.

Well, he thought there was no problem until he looked at the clock which
showed it to be 7.45 and as the bus left at 8.05. Mental arithmetic wasn't
his strong point but even he managed to work out that deducting the 7
minute walk to the bus stop meant he had only some 13 minutes, if he was
very lucky, to get up, ready and out of the house!

His mother was now shouting threats that unless he appeared with the next
two minutes she would come upstairs and dress him! Heaven forbid! Could
there be anything worse, he panicked and shouted back that he was getting
up and knew it was late!

In the time available a bath was obviously out of the question, so he
started hunting around for some clean underwear which would at least make
him smell better, but there were none in the chest of drawers, nor in the
pile of dirty washing so it was time to look, and not for the first time at
what was living under the bed!

None. Other than the revolting pair thrown there the previous night there
were not one pair of crystallised y-Fronts to be found anywhere!

His heart seemed to miss a beat as he stared in disbelief at the empty
space under the bed. Where the hell could they be? Who had taken them? It
would be obvious finding such a collection of such filthy, abused underwear
what had been happening! It was a lewdly illustrated tour of the secrets of
his sex life.

Seeing himself in the mirror as he stood up he looked as if he had turned
white with shock. Who had done it, his mother, father, Simon? It had to be
one of them but how on earth could possibly ask about it?

"Art.... I'm coming up those stairs in one minute and I don't care if your
fifteen 'cause I'll dress you if I have to!" Screeched his mother up the
stairs.

He knew that tone of voice, he had only ever heard it once or twice before,
for some reason she had totally lost her temper.

"No NO! I'm coming now, I am... Mum...wait
...no... no...please... mum...wait! " he replied in sheer panic,
visualising the ultimate humiliation of the threat because he knew she
would do it!.

He had no choice. So, still wearing the revolting briefs he had slept in he
just rapidly pulled his school trousers on over the top and rushed out onto
the landing grabbing his socks, school tie and shirt up as went!

"My God you look awful...I can't have son of mine going round like this!"
said his mother angrily, watching him putting his shirt on as he tore down
the stairs, "I'm going to have you sorted out my boy... just look at
you. And, what is that awful smell... haven't you washed?"

"Ummmm..." Art just stood there petrified, he had never seen her like this
before something must have happened to get her this angry.

Simon stood there trying hard not to laugh, there was no question that Art
looked absolutely dreadful, he had never looked tidy going to school, but
his appearance now was scaling new heights!

"You all right Art?" said Simon grinning "You look a bit pale!"

"I'm going to have word with your father, you have to smarten up, this
can't go on! Just look at you!" barked his mother, "Now go on and get that
bus quick. And don't you dare take it out on Simon either, you hear!"

"Yes, Mum...no, Mum... " Art lamely replied, gladly heading for the door
tears in his eyes with his mother final words ringing in his ears as he
stumbled down the garden path.

"We'll sort this out tonight, you hear me!".

In the less than fifteen minutes his secure inner world had been turned
inside out, it was all too fast, he was now very confused and upset. His
mother never behaved like that, she just didn't lose her temper so what was
it? Was his crime that serious?

"Come on then Art let's go or we'll miss that bus, come on and hurry up"
shouted Simon starting off at a brisk pace down the road.

"Fuckin' hell... fuckin' hell! " said Art angrily as he trailed behind
still apparently finishing dressing, his shoes still untied.

"Why didn't my fuckin' alarm clock work?"

"It did, I heard it!" said Simon, turning and adding cheekily, "Maybe you
were busy doing something else.."

"What! Oh.you dirty little fucker, is that all you think about?"

"So do you!" replied Simon grinning, "Well look at you now, your fucking
cock's half up as it is isn't it ? See...it's poking yer trousers out right
now...isn't it?"

Art looked down, he knew it was half up, it always was anyway, "No it's
not...it's...  it's just these trousers they are big at the front.... oh
just fuck off! Fuck off!""

"No, they ain't..." said Simon. He knew he was in very strong position
since he literally had all the evidence in the shape and smell of Art's
underwear. He rightly assumed that Art had discovered it had gone missing
that morning.

Approaching the bus stop, Simon really tempted providence by adding "Nah, I
reckon you were late 'cause you were having a wank!"

Art went bright red. In fact, he usually went bright red even if anybody
were just to associate him with the word wank as he knew was at it all the
time!

"Look at you... you've gone red ...you were... you dirty fucker! I knew
it!" crowed Simon.

"No I fuckin wasn't! Just fuckin' shut up or I'll fuckin' thump you!" Art
replied angrily moving towards him.

Simon moved back knowing instantly he had overdone it. Art was never, ever
violent and was obviously very rattled, although of course Simon knew part
of the reason why.

"I'm sorry Art.. I didn't mean to.."

"You little bastard! Just shut up and leave fuckin' me alone!"

Art was lost, not only had his dreadful secret been discovered but somebody
now had all the evidence in the shape of all his underwear. Who and just
what were they going to do with it? He knew that getting up late and
looking a mess was all his own fault, but at this moment in time the last
thing he needed was all the additional pressure from his mother to get
himself smartened up. And now if all that wasn't enough, here he was being
cruelly taunted by his younger brother who somehow knew about him
wanking. Could it have been him that had stolen it?

However, short of asking Simon outright if he had taken his underpants he
knew he had little choice but to suffer in silence as he certainly didn't
want to risk being wrong if he did confront Simon and found it wasn't him!

Staring at the road, totally ignoring Simon and quite very obviously not
his usual cheery self Art just stood there, scuffing his unpolished shoes
on the pavement as he pondered his predicament. If it wasn't Simon who took
the stuff, then it must have been his mother, so would that have been why
she was in such a bad mood that morning? Or, could it even have been his
father, but at least if were him then he would understand about wanking, he
must have been boy himself once!

Luckily for him the bus soon appeared around the corner, the boys sat in
separate seats on the top deck.

Despite how Art had initially humiliated his brother, Simon was now feeling
really pretty sorry for him. Obviously, amusing as it was at the time,
Simon had not reckoned on Art being totally lambasted by his mother for his
dishevelled appearance, which when coupled with the shock of finding his
underwear missing had virtually reduced him to tears.

Art was sat across the aisle just staring out the window and very deep in
thought, which problem should he tackle first? Probably it would be best to
make up with his mother and then try to solve the missing underwear - but
suppose it was her that had taken it!

Feeling guilty Simon looked over yet again, "Art.. I'm sorry... I didn't
mean to laugh.. or anything."

Two minutes passed in silence.

Eventually Art turned, looked over and said "Well, you fuckin' well
did. Never mind you can come over and sit here then, but I gotta think..."

Simon smiled and moved over, "You all right now then?"

"No. No, not really. I know that uniform thing with Mum is all my
fault...'cause I do look like shit..  but.... ummm," still staring out the
window he thought for a moment, "there is something else.. but I can't talk
about it, so don't ask. Right?"

"Right. But I'll help you with Mum if I can." said Simon, tightly clutching
his school bag, knowing it contained the mystery Wolsey briefs he had
stolen from Art's room.

"Yeah, thanks." said Art, "I'll be alright...maybe later I don't know..."

Nearly five minutes passed in silence as he stared out of the dirty
window..

"Fuck... fuck... fuck.... oh fucking hell!!!" said Art suddenly banging his
hands onto his knees as he said it.

"What is it, Art, what is it?" Now, Simon was really getting worried, was
he going mad or what was happening, "Art, what the fuck is it?"

"It's...fucking ...it's fuckin' Wednesday isn't it? Fucking Wednesday!!"
snapped Art.

"Yer, so fuckin' what? What's problem? Tell me!" said Simon staring at him,
"You gotta tell me. You all right?"

"No, I'm not all right....It's fucking gym isn't it? Fucking gym and I
ain't got me fuckin' kit because...  because everything's a... it's a fuck
up today.... today is a fuck up. I want go home, I want my mum!"

"Oh no.. Peterson not him! Oh shit!" Simon knew this was going to be hell
for Art, "Have you got that bastard Peterson then? And, and, does he still
make you do it yer undies if you ain't got no kit?"

Art nodded, he was on the verge of crying. The very thought of this lesson
from hell was the final straw. Tears were obviously now forming, he
muttered again, "I want to go home to Mum."

Simon was now really worried. He hadn't seen Art cry for years, but he had
to admit the thought of Mr Peterson's gym lesson was pretty alarming by
itself, but when coupled with Art's other two major problems it was no
wonder he had got himself into such a state.  Obviously Simon dare not
admit that he was pretty much the root cause, whilst he had intended to
make Art pay for humiliating him with Nigel, it now seemed that things had
moved way out of his control.

He put his arm round his shoulder, "Art please don't... I don't like seeing
you cry."

"I'm not " snuffled Art, small tears running down his cheeks, "help me
Simon. Please... I can't think.... I mixed up, please help what can I
do... I can't do gym like this.."

"Like what?" asked Simon intrigued.

"Nothin'... it's fuckin' nothin'.... I just can't." said Art still
sniffing, barely able to contemplate the humiliating reception he would get
if he was forced to do the gym lesson in his smelly, cum laden briefs, he
would be the laughing stock of the entire school.

This was serious as for the first time ever the thought of playing truant
even crossed his mind.

"Where can I get some shorts?" he asked wiping his eyes, looking hopefully
at Simon.

"See, I can just about cope with the other things today, but I can't
fuckin' well handle that sod Peterson as well... you gotta help
me... please!"

"Course I will. Shit, let me think. First, we'll be at school in less than
ten minutes so try and tidy yerself up a bit and let me think." replied
Simon.

Art, straightened his school tie, searched his blazer pockets to find the
filthiest looking tissue Simon had ever seen and wiped his face with it.

Finally he smoothed his uncombed hair with his unwashed hand.

"There..."  he said, managing a weak smile, "that better?"

"Fuckin' amazing!" said Simon laughing, he couldn't resist hugging him,
"You are a daft fucker!".

"I know, but don't make me cry again!" replied Art, his humour slowly
returning. Then looking Simon straight in his eyes adding "Aren't I lucky I
got you? It's not very often I go like this is it?"

Simon paused, swallowing hard, a lump in his throat. This was neither the
time or the place to own up, but would he ever have the courage after
this?.

"No, and I don't like it when you do. We're both lucky 'cause we got each
other," he replied, "and no, I really can't remember when I last saw you
like this. It worries me."

"Really?" interrupted Art.

"Yeah, it does. Tell you what, I'm gonna have word with Mum 'cause I ain't
never seen her like that before having a go at you. I'm sorry I laughed."

"I ain't seen her like it either. But it's all right, see... I'm big boy,
'an big boys don't cry do they?" replied Art wistfully, "I'm supposed to be
able to take it.. but, but, not all at once, that's the problem."

"Hey! Oh fuck!" said Simon excitedly "I've got an idea where you can get
some gym kit!"

"Where..., where?" Art's eyes lit up.

"Well, two of my mates Tom and Alex, have been punished and have to clean
out the lost property room and I remember them telling me it was full of
stinky old games stuff and all that"

"D'you reckon there'll be any fuckin' shorts or anything?" said Art
hopefully.

"I think so, from what they said it was full of old crap like that! Here,
why don't I meet you in the dinner break when they are working there and we
can go and take a look."

Art suddenly leaned over grabbed Simons head, pulled it towards him, kissed
him lightly on the top and said "I love you at times little man, you have
no idea!"

Simon was a bit taken aback since brotherly kissing wasn't quite the thing
in public and he didn't remember Art ever having done it before anyway.

"Hey, be careful Art, people might see!" he said looking around worried.

"Fuck, I don't care!" said Art smiling, "You're me brother after all."

"I 'spose so," said Simon, then cheekily added, "but, I'll tell you
what..."

"Oh yeah, what? " replied Art warily, sensing something insulting was
probably coming.

"You don't half fuckin' smell !" said Simon as he ducked to avoid the
inevitable swipe.

"Shit! Is it really that bad?" asked Art pulling a face.

"Fuck, yeah." said Simon, as the bus pulled in by the school gate. "But
don't worry, this whole bloody place stinks anyway!"


Chapter 11 to follow