Date: Tue, 23 Oct 2012 23:03:39 +0100
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief encounters  Chapter 106

Dear reader(s)

Sorry about the lack of headers etc etc but moving house and having to make
do with an old laptop has rather blown the routine. However, here is the
latest chapter and it's even on time -- hopefully I will be back to some
normality very soon.

T


Brief Encounters

Chapter 106 -- At least the natives were friendly!


Poor Charles. Tom had carried out a truly exemplary job of describing in as
little detail and as few words as possible what was in store for him after
morning classes.

With only seconds of the history lesson left and free to pack up their
books the clearly nervous Charles suddenly start to squirm about on his
seat.

"Wot's up?" whispered Tom. "It's only morning break, just calm down."

Breaktime indeed. The bell rang out and the classroom immediately erupted
into second form chaos as they all scrabbled to be first out the door and
in the queue for the tuck shop.

Literally throwing his new books into his equally new bag, Charles stood up
in his equally new and pristine uniform with his legs firmly clamped
together, looking distinctly fraught. Tom glanced at him, wondering if he
had overdone the theatricals and whatever Charles was going to happen next.

"Quick, I need the toilet!" Charles blurted out, appropriately flushed with
embarrassment.

"Oh!" Tom was so surprised at the request he didn't know what to say other
than. "Out the door, turn right, first left and you're there!"

"Shit where's he gone? Wot you done to him?"

Alex stepped over and watched through the open door as Charles waddled off
down the corridor as fast as his sphincter would allow.

"Shit is right, I think he needs one!" Tom started to giggle. "Lets get
outta here and I'll tell you."

"D'you think he'll make it?" said Alex watching Charles disappear at high
speed.

"He'll have to run for it!"

Laughing, they started walking along the corridor and were soon joined by
Brian, David and Joe all very keen to learn exactly what Tom had told
Charles and why he had rushed off. By the time they reached the dining hall
they were all giggling over his unscheduled ablutions and what they were
going to get him to do for their lunchtime cabaret.

"Well where is he then? He must have been gone ten minutes and breaks only
fifteen." David looked around the crowed room, "You don't think he's run
off home or nothing has he?"

"Hope not," Tom looked worried, "didn't overdo it did I?"

"Dunno. But he didn't look happy!" Alex looked at his watch. "Don't think
so, he's just new isn't he?"

"Yer, we was all new once, I know I wanted to run home that first day."
volunteered Joe.

"Never knew that." David looked at him and smiled. "I'm glad you didn't."

"There he is." said Brian suddenly pointing to the far corner where a very
unhappy Charles Creath was looking desperately about, clearly somewhat
distraught having just suffered the dubious delights of the school toilets!

"I'll go get him," said Tom, "he don't look very happy."

"If you'd been for a crap in them toilets you wouldn't be happy either!"
Alex giggled.

"Once is enough!" David pulled a face. "Yuk!"

"You alright Charlie?" Joe smiled as Charles approached walking rather
stiffly and chaperoned by Tom.

"Sort of." this definitely wasn't the very superior Charles who joined the
school earlier, it was a very embarrassed Charles. "The door wouldn't lock
and somebody tried to push in!"

"Oh!" Brian kicked Joe on the shin.

"He wanted to stay and watch!" Charles sounded on the verge of tears.

"Oh shit!" exclaimed David. "Oh, sorry I didn't mean to.."

"I'm sure he was only joking..." Tom had to turn away before he also
started to giggle.

"Oh.. uumm..." Joe looked at Alex and then also quickly turned away before
he started giggling.

Charles wasn't looking at anybody, he just stared at the floor.

"Phew..."

"Wassup?" Alex nudged Brian who was now biting the back of his hand in a
desperate effort to keep from laughing.

"Can't you smell it?" spluttered Brian.

"Wot," Alex sniffed and looked around. Slowly he started to grin and unable
to stop himself added, "Oh shit! It's that fuckin' awful Izal bog paper
innit!"

"Poor sod, no wonder he's walking funny, it's like scraping yer ass with
cardboard!"

Having now stated the obvious and seen the look of horror on Charles face
when he overheard, Brian quickly pushed his hand back across his mouth to
try to stifle any further laughter.

"Don't he know he's gonna stink of that Izal stuff all day?" whispered
Alex.

"No, the poor sod! Be fair, who buys it other than schools!" mumbled Brian
as he stumbled off to corner of the room unable to contain his laughter any
longer. "And, it's you that's sitting next to him after break!"



On the bus, even to Art it had been more than obvious that pulling his
trousers up over his cum soaked briefs would be a disaster as his trousers
would absorb the excess cum and he in turn absorb his mothers
ire. Lightening thinking was required to save the situation, since the
subject was masturbation related he instantly arrived at a plan. Every
second counted as the bus neared the school and there was only immediate
solution, to carry out the fastest change of clothes of his life and remove
his briefs, stuff them in his bag and put his trousers back on. Still
fastening the fly over his inevitable erection as he ran down the aisle to
then crash down the steep steps to the platform. Carried by the momentum of
rushing downstairs stairs he literally flew off the platform to land with
an almighty thud on the pavement to the look of the astonished conductor.

At least he had made it off the bus even if he was now limping as he walked
up the drive to the school entrance, his bag judiciously positioned in
front of him. The first task on getting to the school was to report to the
office to register the reason for his late attendance and so escape any
penalties, a glance at the clock in the secretaries office showed he had
about ten minutes left before the bell signalling morning break. Hopefully,
that would be time enough to put part two of his rescue plan into
operation. Having tried going without underpants before he knew only too
well the temptations and subsequent dangers of getting over excited so it
was imperative he find something to wear under his trousers.

Setting off in the direction of the science block toilets meant it was very
easy to make a detour via the changing room, he arrived rather breathless
and listened carefully outside the door for a few seconds. All seemed quiet
within, knowing he had barely a couple of minutes before the class returned
to get changed he quietly pushed the door open and peered cautiously in.

The room smelt of sweaty adolescent boys, an immediate catalyst to harden
his cock, rubbing as it did against the rough seams inside his trousers it
was very soon fully erect. Moving quickly to the first bench he looked at
the clothes, some piled up and some hanging up, even looking at the blazers
it seemed very difficult to judge the age of the owners.

However there was to time to lose and he grabbed at the first pair of
trousers he saw, knowing from long experience that inside was where the
underpants were generally hidden. It was lucky dip. Pulling out a pair of
the inevitable Y-fronts he looked at them, they didn't seem big enough,
besides they had an almighty skid mark inside them which even by his
standards made them too gross to wear! Hanging up above them, the next pair
of trousers looked bigger around the waist if not in the leg, they yielded
what looked like a pair of shapeless Aertex briefs. Being just about to put
them back and try for something a little more conventional he heard the
distinctive squeak of the door that separated the corridor leading from the
gym to changing room. The last thing he needed was to be caught stealing
somebody's underwear so he immediately turned and fled stuffing the stolen
Aertex into his blazer pocket to leave an unlucky third year boy without
his underpants!

It was to the safety and indeed, the scene of many a sexual encounter of
the science block toilets that beckoned. Very relieved at not being caught
he went inside and closed the door, as ever in lesson time the toilets were
deserted. Pulling the briefs from his pocket he began to inspect them not
of course for cleanliness, but for signs of semen and sexual activity! The
downside of Aertex underwear was that not only was it unsupportive and
shapeless, but it had the absorbency of blotting paper so a few spots of
pee could quickly look like full blown incontinence! These briefs were no
exception, yet despite the front being yellow they held a certain
attraction.

Unzipping his fly allowed his cock to spring out which he wrapped in the
cotton mesh and started to rub whilst he looked in the various cubicles
trying to find the cleanest one to use as a changing room. As in most
schools, not every boy wanted his equipment on full display when urinating
so the more shy and reserved used the toilets as additional urinals meaning
there wasn't really a dry piece of floor to stand on anywhere.

"Fuckin' hell!"

He muttered under his breath on seeing that even by that early in the
morning just about the entire floor was splashed with piss. After picking
what looked like the driest cubicle, getting his bag in and removing his
blazer he turned to see that the door didn't even have a lock!

"Fuckin' hell!"

With break approaching and beginning to loose his cool he crashed into the
next cubicle. That certainly had a door lock, a rather wet floor and was
lacking a coat hook, but it did come complete with an unflushed toilet
bowl!

"Fuckin' assholes!"

Flushing the toilet helped enormously, although he then discovered the
toilet had a seat but no lid and so he would have to try to keep everything
up and off the floor.

"Fuckin', fuckin' hell!"

Finally managing to wedge his bag behind the door and very carefully
balancing his clean blazer on top of the bag he looked down at the
floor. Luckily there was just one small area that seemed dry and large
enough to stand on without his shoes whilst he removed his trousers to put
the stolen underpants on.

Feeling marginally less fraught having got himself vaguely organised within
the cramped space he kicked his shoes off and balanced himself on the patch
of dry floor. Placing the stolen briefs on top of his blazer he couldn't
resist looked down as he started unfastening his trousers. His cock which
had been so proudly poking out the fly earlier had now become flaccid and
left a long singular smear of precum on the front of his grey trousers as a
visiting card.

"Fuckin' hell! She'll kill me!" he muttered, trying but failing to rub it
off.

Under the cramped circumstances it took a full minute to ease the trousers
down to his ankles and get them off so he could inspect them
properly. Standing on tip toe on the dry patch, in just his shirt, tie and
socks it was inevitable that he would get another erection particularly as
he was inspecting the inside of the fly. It was also inevitable that
wearing trousers without underwear immediately after the mammoth orgasm on
the bus would guarantee a selection of semen stains.

"Fuckin' hell! Oh no! Oh fuck!"

Without even taking into account the strong smell of semen the wet patches
around the fly and between the legs were blatantly obvious.

"Oh fuckin' hell, no! No!"

The bell for the morning break rang out.

"Fuckin' hell! There's no fuckin' time. Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

From being almost the smartest boy in school, the mornings events along
with his appearance had rapidly degenerated leaving him looking a mess and
frantic at the thought of what his mother would do. Holding his erection in
one hand and his smelly trousers in the other he turned to get the briefs
which would at least allow him to get dressed and out of the toilet.

The main toilet door opened with a crash. He froze.

"Oh bollocks there's a bloody door closed, somebody in here."

"Wot shall us do?"

"Well we can't do that then, now can we?"

"Nah."

"Bet it's some dirty little second year having a wank!"

Laughter followed.

Then a couple of footsteps. "Yer, have a look under the door."

"Think he's cum yet?" the voice sounded strangely familiar.

"D'you think he can cum!" was followed by laughter.

There was a scuffling noise and giggling, "Who's a little wanker!"

"Hey look, he ain't got no trousers on, he is, he's fuckin' having a wank!"

"Hang on, got an idea.. you know.."

Art stood there thinking about the voices, he knew them. It was Nigel and
Ian, he was sure of it. They were doing exactly what they all did to the
younger boys and he had to admit that if he were a first or second year boy
he would find it very, very intimidating.

"You ready then?" it was definitely Nigel's voice.

"Nearly, fuckin' floors all wet innit, oh shit there's nowhere to put me
bag!"

If nothing else, at least these natives were friendly!

Art heaved a sigh of relief and decided to finish getting dressed and to
surprise them as much as they had surprised him. The tricky part was to get
hold of the Aertex briefs that were balanced on top of his blazer, which in
turn was balanced on top of the bag itself. Carefully lifting them off so
as not to move his bag he was about to turn to put them on when saw that
the bag had started to move and was in grave danger of depositing his clean
blazer onto the wet floor. One thing was paramount in his mind and that was
to avert further maternal strife, he turned back and stretched out his arm
to try to wedge it back in position.

As fate would have it, at the very same time Nigel started to violently
rattle the metal cubicle door and was then joined by Ian as they shouted in
unison.

"Oi, you little wanker we know wot you're fuckin' doing there!"

The noise took Art totally by surprise and his concentration slipped, as in
fact did his bag, blazer and trousers all of which appeared to fall in a
slow motion sequence towards the floor. In the split second of the trying
to juggle and keep the three items in the air and off the floor he only
succeeded in losing his rather precarious grip on the Aertex
briefs. Slipping from his fingers and being light as a feather they floated
serenely ever downwards to disappear into the murky depths of the dirty
water in the toilet.

The noise outside the cubicle continued with occasional rattles on the
door, laughter and a choice selection of disgustingly unhelpful sexual
suggestions and enquiries as to the size of his organ.

Still virtually naked, inside Art was speechless at what had happened to
his clothes, he just stood there staring. His trousers and blazer lay on
the filthy floor while his bag had spewed it's entire contents out around
the toilet pedestal.

"Fuck." Nigel looked at Ian and pulled a face, the cubicle door had very
slowly began to open.

"Help me!" Art appeared looking ashen, tears streaming down his face.

"Art? Wot... the fuck! Oh bleeding hell.." Nigel just looked in amazement
unable to believe who it was they had been harassing.

"Wot the fuck.."

Ian couldn't believe his eyes and was very taken aback that it should be
Art in the toilet and caught in a typically Art type predicament.

"Come here." Nigel grabbed him and held him. "Wot the fuck have you been up
to now?"

Leaving Nigel to decipher Art's mumbled and far from coherent explanation
Ian went into the cubicle and began to rescue his belongings from the dirty
floor. Break was only fifteen minutes long and they were well over halfway
through it already.

The main toilet door slowly creaked open, Nigel peered round to see a
skinny first year boy with a pudding basin haircut holding a huge leather
satchel almost as big as he was. He looked at them in astonishment.

"Yes well, wot d'you bloody want?" barked Nigel.

"Wot are doing?" the large leather satchel squeaked.

"Fuck all to do with you, now wot d'you want?" replied Nigel sounding very
irritated.

"To use the toilet."

The first year eyes expanded to almost leather satchel size when they
finally registered that Art was naked from the waist down.

"Well you can't, so fuck off!"

"Please I need it!"

"I said fuck off! Unless you want yer ass made to fit that gert satchel
just fuck off out of it!"

Looking very dejected, not to say quite desperate or that he was liable to
burst into tears the leather satchel retreated allowing the door to slam
behind him. Not saying anything, Ian thought the manner in which the boy
had been treated was very, very un-Nigel like and only served to underline
his feelings and concern for Art.

"Was I bit hard on him?" asked Nigel almost immediately as though he had
read Ian's mind.

"A bit?" Ian sounded quite shocked. "Well more than a bit wunnit, poor kid
ain't his fault is it? Hope he don't shit himself!"

"Sorry."

"You oughta tell him not me."

"I will, I'll find the little bugger and say something." Nigel took a deep
breath. "Promise. Meantime we gotta get Art sorted."

"And you got less than five minutes to do it."

With the lesson bell beginning to ring Art was already being propelled from
the toilet and pointed in the general direction of the English class and Mr
Archer.

"He don't look too bad do he?" said Ian.

"Well other than his wet sleeve he looks smarter than he's done months!"
Nigel grinned.

"You was bloody lucky to get away with that, just the getting the sleeve of
yer blazer in the piss!" Ian looked at Art. "It's had a gert wash and it'll
be dry by the time you goes home so you'll get away with it with yer mum I
reckon."

"But me trousers?" said Art looking down.

"Well, it was you that put yer cum over 'em wasn't it?" said Nigel looking
down, "Now do wot I did and say somebody was messing about on the bus with
a bottle of water or something couldn't you?"

"That'll work won't it, well just the once. Just pour it over yerself when
you gets off to disguise the stains." agreed Ian. "That's that settled then
innit?"

"I `spose, y'know she washed everything and took so much trouble, oh shit
she'll kill me!" Art nodded not entirely convinced, but there didn't seem
to be any other option. "She gets so mad, you've seen her mad Nige ain't
you?"

"Bloody right she does!" Nigel pulled a face. "Anyway if you gets away with
it, then yer left with only the one gert problem ain't you?"

"Wot the fuck's that then?" worried, Art stopped in the middle of the
corridor. "Well wot now?"

"Well you can't control yerself can you?"

"Wot's fuckin' mean?"

"None of us can, can we," said Nigel, "every time one of us has gone
without his pants it's been a total fuckin' disaster ain't it? Just think
about it."

"Oh fuck! You mean," Art's face fell. "we always ends up cumming in our
trousers don't we!"

"Right!" Nigel grinned. "And, you won't even get through this lesson
without getting a gert hard on and leaking a bit. You always do!"

"Piss off I don't!"

"You fuckin' do!" said Ian.

"It's fuckin' true." Nigel nodded in agreement.

"Bollocks. Well, I might do a bit!"

"Forget yer leaking willy, have you done the bloody homework?" asked Ian.

"Yeah, I have." said Art rather proudly, "Now that makes a change dunnit!"

"Bloody hell." Ian was impressed. "All by yerself?"

"Sort of, Simon told me wot to say and I wrote it down, he's good at
stories and that."

"Mmmhh... some can make it up and write it all and some can't." Ian was
thinking out loud, "I can write it if I knows wot the story is meant to be,
but I can't make up the stories."

"Fuck knows how you'd write a gert big book then!" concluded Art after
careful consideration.

"Well now's the time to find if wot we wrote is any good `cause we're
here." Nigel led the way breezily into the classroom.

"Holy shit wassup with him?"

The elan of the new style presentable Art appear in the doorway made James
take a second look and pointed a finger in amazement. Misreading the
situation Art immediately looked down to see if his ever present tumidity
was that obvious, which of course it.  Wearing no underpants the bulbous
head was easily discernable though his grey trousers.

"He's been to the doctor and his mummy tarted him up in case he had to show
his bits and that!" said Ian grinning.

"But he's still got wank stains on his trousers though," observed James,
"and you can see the end of his knob!"

"Takes one knob to know one!" said Nigel.

"Fuck off." replied Art looking down yet again, only too well aware that
since the subject had been mentioned he would now be sure to get an
erection.

"Did the doctor see yer knob then?" asked Andy, toying with his own
erection under the desk.

"No he fuckin' didn't so fuck you lot!" grinning Art waved two fingers in
the air. "Because you're never gonna fuckin' guess wot the doctor said."

"He said you'll get hairy hands!" said James.

"And, he said you wanks too much," shouted Andy, " `cause it's all over yer
trousers!"

"Nah I know wot he said," shouted Richard from the back of the room, "he
said if he had to get that candle from yer bum once more he'd tell yer
mum!"

"Yeah, it makes 'em hard to light don't it!" added Martin amongst the
growing laughter and catcalls.

"You wanna try matches instead of rubbing them two boys together!"

"Well yer all fuckin' wrong." announced Art. "Doctor says me athletes
foot's so bad I ain't gotta do fuckin' games and that for a month. And,
he's given me a note that fuckin' says so."

He looked about expectantly, surely that news would make them all very
jealous.

"Somehow I can't really imagine those were the doctors actual words."

To much sniggering and muffled laughter Mr Archer walked around Art leaving
him standing rather uncertainly by the doorway.

"As you know I don't generally give out lines, they're really for the
younger boys. However, as it's you Weldon I'm going to make an exception
and to make the point , so you can write out a hundred times," he paused
and smiled, "I must not swear in school or I'll get a thousand lines."

"Yes Sir." mumbled Art.

"First thing in the morning or it will be the thousand, you got it?"

"Yes Sir." euphoria had turned to dysphoria.

"Good. Now go and sit down. And," he looked quizzically at Art as he
shuffled his way towards his desk, "what's happened to you, why are you so
smart today?"

That brought a round of laughter, he hadn't intended to make an example of
him, but it really was an amazing transformation from his usual scruffy
appearance.

"It's his mum Sir, she dressed him up to go to the doctor." called out
Andy.

"Well, she's done a good job! Now settle down, the jokes over." he walked
towards the front desk and picked up the board rubber, then turned towards
the class. "Right, I think we'll have the homework in first, Morton you're
very vocal today so you can start by collecting the homework books."

"Me?"

"Yes, you. Now go round the class to collect them and put them on the desk
here." he sighed, teaching could be very wearing at times.

Andy slowly got up, hoping his erection wasn't too visible, at first he
tried to hide it under his own book then he fumbled about buttoning his
blazer. Being fifteen meant that probably every boy in the room had an
erection in some form or other and were very susceptible to matters of the
genitalia. Walking up and down between the desks and waiting for the books
to be excavated from school bags he quickly received several offers and a
few comments none of which helped his rather flushed appearance nor the
size of his bulge.

"Go on Andy, whip it out! I can see you've got it hard!" encouraged Ian
whilst he looked through his bag and across the desk to Andy's tenting
trousers. "Didn't you wank this morning!"

"Piss off!"

"You can wank in me bag if you wants!" offered Richard very generously as
Andy moved over to stand by his desk. "I did it the other day, have a look
and a sniff!"

"No!" he glanced inside the bag, it was an irresistible offer and from the
stains it looked as though Richard had done just that.

"D'you wanna have a feel in me bag?" asked Harry. "Or me pocket!"

"Shut up!" replied Andy now starting to giggle and adding to his
embarrassment. With all the attention he now had a rather obvious full
blown erection.

"Ain't you wanked this morning yet then?" asked Nigel looking up as he
riffled through his bag trying to find the correct blue exercise book.

"Shut up!"

"Got yer Wolsey pants on?"

"Fuckin' shut up!"

"Go on, cum in 'em for us!"

"Nige fuckin' shut up!"

"Morton stop talking and hurry up. You're only collecting books not writing
one!"

"Sorry Sir," he looked round, "coming Sir."

"You cumming then?" Art looked as though he were about to burst out
laughing.

"Hey, that wot I can see through yer trousers!"

"And I can see yours, now just fuckin' hurry up and gimmie the bloody
book."

Art was still delving into his bag, the minimal order of the contents
having been totally destroyed when they had been accidentally dumped on the
toilet floor.

"Morton hurry up." Mr Archer's finger wagged in the general
direction. "And, Weldon if you don't hurry up it'll be two hundred lines!"

"Sir," mumbled Art into his bag, "got it Sir."

"Good." Mr Archer glanced over to the side of the room to see that indeed
the book was about to be handed over.

"Wanker!" mouthed Andy in retaliation as he reached out to take Art's very
dog eared blue exercise book was being finally being extricated, rather
like a rabbit from a top hat out from the dark and disgusting recesses of
Art's bag.

"And you." Art grinned and gestured with finger and thumb. For once his
homework was actually completed and provided he didn't disrupt the lesson
too much would escape with just the mere hundred lines, which by his
standards was pretty good.

Immediately snatching the book from Art's hand before it was barely out of
the bag Andy spun round walk the few steps towards the front desk and leave
the pile of books as instructed.

Empowered by the centrifugal force of Andy's dynamic about turn, Art's red
cummy, BHS briefs relented their sticky hold on the absorbent cover of the
exercise book to precede Andy's arrival at the front of the class. To the
utter astonishment of the entire class they appeared as if catapulted from
nowhere to land with a soggy thump on the back of the head of Duncan, the
class swot. Duncan's glasses we knocked instantly off his nose and ,but for
his instant reaction just caught before they fell to the floor.


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Chap 107 to follow