Date: Wed, 25 Feb 2009 02:37:33 -0800 (PST)
From: amias05@yahoo.com
Subject: Brief Encounters  chapter 11

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 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 intrigued to learn!

Tom email: amias05@yahoo.com


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Chapter 11 - Morning lessons


The inevitable boring morning assembly over for another day the pupils
started making their way to whatever class they were scheduled to
attend. The first on Tom's timetable being the maths class taught by Miss
Jameson. He had missed the opportunity to stand by Alex in the assembly and
saw him not far up the corridor chatting to Simon as they slowly meandered
along .

"Hang on a sec Alex," he called out, "and I'll be there."

"Oh, it's Tom." said Alex looking round, "I didn't see you earlier, where
you been hiding?"

"Nowhere, I was caught and bollocked by old Henderson for not handing in my
history homework yesterday." said Tom grinning.

"Oooh, shit ..is it serious?" asked Simon.

"Nah," said Tom not sounding in the slightest bit worried, "he promised me
a detention if I haven't given it in by tomorrow, I nearly finished it last
night, but I ain't got much left to do so it'll be all right."

"Why didn't you finish it then, I would have got it done, out the bleeding
way! I can't stand things hanging over me." said Alex.

"Well, ummm I had other things on me mind and ummm..."

"Oh yeah! You dirty fucker!" interrupted Simon, "You didn't do it
again.... did you?"

"Tom!! You disgusting boy! Well... did you, did you??" said Alex his eyes
wide open.

Looking at the ground Tom couldn't help going slightly red, "Well yes... I
umm, was just sat there writing and thinking about Henry the fuckin' Eighth
and thinking if had all them wives he was probably a bit of wanker as well,
so I... umm sort did one for him! And it was still very sore, I'm gonna
have to leave it alone for an hour or two!"

Simon started giggling and then Alex realised it was a joke as well.

"Bloody hell you're a bit slow today," asked Tom, "You been at it as well?"

"No, would I? Anyway, well is yer cock sore then?" said Alex excitedly, his
hand now deep in the pocket of his shorts.

"Of course it wasn't, he's havin' you on!" said Simon giggling, "But did
you really wank again then Tom? I mean that's .... that's ... shit... must
have been ummm, at least four times yesterday!"

"Hey, you don't really think I've hurt it by doing all the time do you?"
Tom sounding quite concerned, "Don't think I've hurt it do you? How many
times can you do it? I don't know nothing about this!"

"Don't think so," said Alex, "d'you know, I think that maybe it does want a
bit of rest, 'cause it only started to work the other day, didn't it?"

"That's true." said Tom thinking, "I wish we knew about it, I don't wanna
wear it yet! I'd better try not to do it today and wait till tonight when I
get home."

"But Tom, I wanna see you do it!" said Alex sounding really upset, "Can I
come round tonight?"

"Course you can," said Tom grinning, "but I don't know where we gonna do
it?"

"Bloody hell, if I lived nearer you two I'd be there as well!" said Simon
sadly.

Tom smiled and quite obviously rubbed his crutch, "All right then Alex,
we'll work something out, but I just hope I can keep me hands off it! And,
we'll have to fix something up so Simon can be there as well. Hey what
about a sleepover or something."

"We wouldn't get any bloody sleep would we, you silly sod!" said Alex
laughing," Be more like wankover!"

With that Simon started uncontrollably giggling again at the very thought
of it.

"Shut up Simon!" said Tom giggling himself, "A wankover I like that! But we
gotta go, come on Alex or we gonna be late for class."

With only a few minutes of the lesson left to go Miss Jameson continued,
"So the sum of the square of the two sides of a right angle triangle is
equal to what...?"

"The length of my cock..." whispered Tom to Alex as he playfully patted his
ballooning trousers.

Alex looked down and then tried hard to suppress a giggle but it was too
late. Miss Jameson had her evil eye fixed on them both. When in doubt make
them look silly in front of their peers.

"Right then... Tom come up here now and explain it to the class..."

"Me???" said Tom in horror.

"Yes, you Tom! How many Tom's are there in here?" replied Miss Jameson,
looking around the room to much laughter. "I can only see the one! Now up
here, now!!!"

As ever Tom went red with embarrassment, but not so much from the fact he
had to take the class, more from the fact his shorts were plainly under
pressure from the inside and were obscenely tenting out in front of him.

As he walked up and turned to face the class his predicament was obvious!
The volume of giggling was increasing and plainly some of the other boys
knew all about being in that situation!

"Class, quiet." Miss Jameson handed him the chalk and stood to one side of
the blackboard waiting.

"Well, Tom, we are all waiting, so what is the answer, can you write it on
the board please?"

What seemed like several weeks passed, although in fact less it was than
ten seconds. Tom just stood there, chalk in hand and trousers slowly
deflating. He hadn't even heard the question.

"Hhhmmmm, I think you had better go and sit down, don't you?" said Miss
Jameson looking at him.

"Uuummm yes, Miss.." he woefully replied and turned to go back to his seat
amongst further giggles and staring eyes.

"Ah, Tom," she said as he walked back, he stopped and turned to listen. "I
think we need to have words, we can do that after this lesson or when you
see me lunchtime as you still have to finish that other job I gave you with
Alex."

"Yes Miss." he said starting going back to seat again.

Two steps later, "And, Tom..."

He stopped, turned very apprehensively and waited. He was dreading that she
might say that she going to report him to his parents as she had threatened
to do before.

"Yes Miss." he said quietly. His mouth was rapidly going dry and eyes
getting wet.

"The next time you come to this lesson, I'm separating you from Alex and
you are both going to be sitting right up here at the front!"

Two steps later, "And, Tom!"

For the third time he stopped and turned, his vision was getting blurred by
the tears, he prayed that nobody would notice.

"I think I'll see you both after this lesson, so stay behind."

Croaking a "Yes Miss." he managed to get back to his desk and sat down very
unhappily by Alex, desperately fighting back the tears.

Tom may have been the example, but what he didn't realise was that the
entire class had just been treated to an object lesson in discipline by a
very astute teacher. It just proved that unlike Mr Peterson there was
absolutely no need to rant and rave at the class as this was far more
effective and likely to be remembered for some time.

At just thirteen it all seemed so easy to play to his peers with a flourish
of bravado, which when coupled to his latest physical development had made
him feel, well pretty grown up.

However, this latest humbling experience in class brought him back to earth
with a bump, as he sat down he was beginning to realise that really he was
still very much a little boy and was being treated as such for being
naughty. It wasn't a particularly nice feeling as it was now also sinking
in, that his recent rather lack lustre school performance was all his own
fault.

However the big question was, were his parents going to be told?

He resolved to try to improve, his deep thoughts were interrupted by Alex,
who put a hand on his arm and quickly whispered "It's all right.. break
time soon"

When the bell rang Tom felt that dreadful empty feeling in the pit of his
stomach. Miss Jameson told them stay seated at their desks whilst the rest
of the class trooped out.

Miss Jameson came over and stood in front of them, nothing like looking
down to appear as the figure of authority. She chose her words carefully as
she could see that Tom, in particular, was on the verge of tears. The last
thing she wanted was a pair of thirteen year old boys seen to come out of
her classroom crying.

"Now look you two, this is very serious and you both know that you mess
about to much."

"Yes.... Miss", they muttered, neither one of them daring to look her in
the face.

"I know you both are bright enough and can do this work, if you apply your
minds to it and this is after all, the top maths set."

Both boys looked up, some obvious tear stains on Tom's cheek.

"We're bright ?" queried Tom in a very surprised voice.

"Yes," she replied, "Bright. Why else would you be here, if you weren't?
It's the top set isn't it?"

"Yes Miss." Tom wasn't expecting this conversation at all.

"Now, I can easily have you put down to a lower set if that is what you
want and then we can tell your parents...."

"No, Miss... No.... no parents... please no!" said Alex in absolute panic.

"But, but, what about our parents! Tell them, oh, no.. no!!! No.. please
no!" Tom was visually shaken, his eyes to fill up with tears again..

"Oh, so this class does matter to you then? And, that you are in the top
set?" said Miss Jameson feigning surprise. She really wanted to keep the
boys in the class, they were clever there was no doubt but they certainly
deserved a good telling off.

She looked down on them, neither knew what to do or say, Alex shuffled in
his seat and Tom just stared through his tears at the desk fearing the
worst.

The dreadful silence was broken when they were momentarily interrupted as
some boys from her next class who started to noisily come in, she turned
and said simply "Out! And close the door."

"Now, where were we?" she asked, knowing full well.

"Ummm about us.... errr... staying in this class..." said Alex still
fidgeting very nervously in his seat.

"Right, well I'm going to give you one more chance to prove you can both do
it.."

"Oh thank you Miss!" said Tom his voice all but cracking and a tear running
down his face.

"Hold on, it's not that simple." she continued, "You've had too many
warnings for that haven't you?."

"Oh, but... " said Alex, he stopped short and looked at Tom for
support. But Tom was not responding, he was just staring at the tear that
had dropped onto the desk. He sniffed.

"You have to work for the chance to stay in this class and prove to me you
can and will stay focused." she said looking at them hard, "Do you
understand? This is serious and either you make good or you are out and
your parents will be told make no mistake about that! Tom are you
listening?"

Alex managed a stifled "Yes Miss " where as Tom stayed silent, he was
having trouble to keep from crying again, he nodded, sniffed and yet
another tear dripped onto on the desk.

Miss Jameson, had learnt how far to take things and this as far as Tom was
concerned this was far enough, Alex obviously wasn't that far off his limit
either.

"Now, boys... look at me, this is what you are going to do, so listen."

"Yes... Miss..." said Alex nervously, Tom sniffed again and looked up his
brown eyes full of tears.

"Today, in between your messing about you may well remember that as class
we are working on Pythagoras's theory.. yes ?"

"Well, yes Miss..." They wondered what could she have in mind.

"So, I want both of you to work on that theory, in relation to triangles so
that you really understand it and, I mean completely understand it. You
must understand it. OK?"

"Yes Miss." Tom was somewhat relieved, but still very worried.

"You are both easily capable of that and you have the text books...yes?"

"Yes, but ummm.... what then, Miss?" asked Tom not at all sure where this
was taking them.

"It's very simple, " she replied, "at the next lesson I will choose on one
of you two to explain it to the class...."

"But, but... oh... ooh " Alex was trying to think what this actually meant
to them.

"So if you have both done your homework and fully understand it, well there
will no problem will there?" she continued, "And, if it helps I really
won't mind if you want to ask me anything before the next lesson."

"Ummm no..  But... I see... oh NO!!!" said Alex as it slowly sank in,
"Oh.. fff...fiifdddle! So what you mean is we have to depend on each other
to get it right...and if we don't we both get put down a set...!!"

"Yes...exactly!" said Miss Jameson beaming.

"And, I promise I won't take any notice of shaky nerves when you have to
stand out the front or anything like that. This is purely going to be based
on what you have learnt."

There was a stunned silence as the boys looked at each other.

She continued, "And, I really mean this, I want you to show me that I'm not
wrong and that you can do it."

"I hope so...." said Tom, still unsure of the situation, "or, or...we are
out?"

"Yes, you've got it!" she concluded, "Now, maybe it would be also best if
you didn't say anything to the rest of the class and I hope we will
surprise them. But, remember it's going to be test for your friendship as
much as for your brain. So, off you go or you will be late for your next
class and don't forget that at lunchtime you need to continue in the
storeroom so come and find me for the key."

They got up quietly and started to walk out of the room.

"Oh and Tom, just come back here a second!"

Tom stopped, Alex looked at him, smiled and continued walking.

Not knowing what to expect he turned back and stood in front of the Miss
Jameson staring at the floor looking distinctly lost..

"Tom, look at me." she said.

Slowly he looked up, unaware that the tear stains down his cheeks were so
obvious.

"Tom, you're a bright boy and I really don't want to see you throw it all
away, so will you do your best for me? I'm sure Alex will help you, won't
he?"

He nodded fighting back the tears yet again. Plainly the last few days had
started a real roller coaster of his emotions and it certainly showed no
signs of stopping yet.

She smiled, "And I want you to do one more thing."

"Yes Miss." he muttered. What could she want now.

"I want you to go and wash your face, some cold water will do trick, you
know what I mean don't you? Now off you go."

He looked at her for a few of seconds and realised that she really did mean
it. He started to smile he was about to say something when another big tear
rolled down his cheek.

"Now go and wash, Tom. I don't like to see you like this." she said quickly
pointing to the door.

He turned and rushed out the room to the safety of Alex who was waiting
outside the door.

"Wot was that about?" he asked before Tom was even through the doorway.

"She was just being nice! Said I ought to wash me face!" Tom rubbed his
fingers round his eyes, "Why should she be so nice when I'm always fuckin'
about in her class?"

"Maybe she cares?" said Alex, "I dunno, but she's right. Lets go and get
you cleaned up in the bog."

A basin of cold water did wonders for Tom's appearance and if he had only
combed his hair as well he might have looked quite presentable!

By now the allotted time for the lesson break had all but evaporated so
they quickly headed off down the corridor to make sure they were on time
for their next lesson.

On the way Tom said, "Oh Alex, I'm so sorry, if I didn't fuck about ... we
wouldn't be in this situation."

Alex thought, then replied in a rather sanguine manner, "I 'spose if it
wasn't you I'd be doing it with somebody else and... ummm ... but, I guess
I can't think of anybody else I'd rather be doing it with!"

"Oh...fuck! Don't start me off again." said Tom, he sniffed, "I'm
sorry...I'm all fucking emotional and I don't understand it. Why d'you say
things like that, oh fuck, you nearly got me going again!"

He paused, "D'you know, today started off great but it's gonna turn into
one of them fuckin' days isn't it? Now after this maths thing I can't seem
to hold myself together."

"Don't worry," said Alex playfully slapping him on the back, "we all get
bad days and I thought I was gonna blub back there as well. My Mum would go
bleeding mental if I was put down."

"Shit, and mine!" said Tom, worried at the very thought of it, "Looks like
we really gotta do some work tonight then after all. So no wanking, well
not until after the work anyway!"

"When is the next maths lesson, Friday?" asked Alex.

"Think so, afternoon? Oh fuck. D'you know what Alex? This has really made
me think that I gotta stop fucking about and get down to some work. Don't
you?"

"If I'm honest yes, 'cause I know I have been messing' about as well."

They stopped outside the classroom and peered in, "This it then... bleeding
English class now!" said Alex grinning, "Come on then, lets see if we can
learn some-fucking-thing!"

Thankfully, after the English lesson passed without incident and it was
time for the mid-morning break and a chance to catch up with David and Joe
who were in a chatting in a quiet corner of the room.

David was particularly interested to hear if there had been any further
developments on the saga of his briefs that had been stolen by Simon's
older brother Art. Obviously since nobody had yet really had a chance to
talk with Simon they didn't know what had happened that morning and the
state that Art was now in. It didn't take them long to find out, Simon was
looking for them and he was just bursting to tell them about the most
interesting morning he had had for quite some time!

"Bloody 'ell Simon, he sounds in a right muddle!" said Alex on hearing the
full story, "I know we said we'd get him, but he does sound in a bit of
state and you really think he was crying on the bus... oh fuck!"

"Well, so was I earlier, wasn't I?" said Tom to Simon, "I got fucking great
bollocking for fucking about in maths and thought she was gonna tell me
Mum!"

"True, " said Alex, I got admit I cry now and again, ain't nothing wrong
with it."

"I couldn't stop crying when the cat died last month!" added David.

"Well, we are only fuckin' kids after all, what d'you fuckin' expect!" said
Joe hitting the nail right on the head.

"See, we all do it," said Tom, "don't matter."

"No." said Joe, "It don't!"

"Here, anyway so what about Art then what we gonna do?" asked Tom.

"Look..." said Simon, "I know he's been a right shit and that, but he is me
brother and I really didn't like it when I saw him this morning. He was
late and I'm guessing he found all his pants had been pinched and what with
Mum havin' a go at him as well. He was really fucked up.... well, he still
I 'spose, certainly was on the bus."

"So, what you want us to do then?" asked Joe.

"Well, I just don't want to hurt him. I mean, we can embarrass the bugger,
but I don't want to hurt him. Does that make sense?" said Simon.

"Sort of!" said David, "Look why don't we let him get over the thing with
your Mum and then we'll carry on?"

"Yer, that's all right," said Simon, "and, in the meantime he'll have no
pants to wear!!"

The thought of that certainly made them all giggle,

David added, "That's fine, but d'you reckon we still ought to spy on him
and that stupid idiot mate of his, Nigel?"

"Yeah, bloody hell, we gotta know what they're doing," said Tom, "then we
can plan to get 'em both. Eh?"

"Good idea, so how we gonna do it?" asked Joe, scratching himself through
his pocket, "Do they still use that bog by the science block where we heard
'em before?"

"Bound to, why would they change, it's the quietest one." said Alex, "Joe,
would you and David be willing to hide there and spy for us? Then you could
listen to what do and find out what their plans are."

"Shall we Dave?" asked Joe.

"Why not, we could, could uummm... oh yes, why not! Starting today, yes?"
said David enthusiastically looking at Joe and winking!

"Be great." said Tom, "See because, Art knows both me and Alex, that's the
problem."

"Oh, and now are you two doing that lost property place again?" Simon asked
Tom.

"No escape!" said Alex, raising his eyebrows, "We are fucked big time! It's
ain't no joke now, we have to get on with Miss Jameson and do some work or
she is threatening to get us thrown out of the top maths set!"

"Fucking hell!" said Joe, "That's serious stuff!"

"Yer, it's 'cause we were pissing about today and got we caught," added
Tom, "it's why I got upset earlier. My Mum would bloody well try to kill me
if I got put down a set!"

"I can see why," added Simon, "I'd be scared shitless and my Mum would go
into fuckin' orbit!!"

"Phheww... oh bugger!" was all David could add.

"Now, I need a favour," Simon continued, "what I want to do, is to bring
Art in to the storeroom and hopefully we can find him a pair of old shorts
or something for this afternoons gym. He'd forgotten 'em after all that
shit early this morning, he just wasn't with it. And I know he's pissed me
off, but he is me brother and he's got that 'orrible bastard Peterson for
gym! After this morning I really didn't think he could much more and having
to do it without no kit."

"Oh the poor fucker!! That's what we had to do the other day." said Tom,
"Course you can, I mean, even after all that we have said about old Art, I
just wouldn't wish that fucker Peterson on anybody!"

"Yeah Tom, you're right. That bastard, he's had you and others in tears
over that hasn't he? I really hate him." said Alex angrily, "So yeah Simon,
bring Art in and I'm sure there'll be something we can find that will
do. It's a bit like having two different thing to deal with isn't it?"

"Sort of!" replied Joe looking a little bemused.

It seemed the whole school felt pretty much the same, Mr Peterson was
indeed the most hated teacher in the place. If not the entire universe.

The lesson bell rang out.

"So, what you got now then Alex?" asked David.

"Ummm... double metalwork, I quite like that," he replied, "and you ?"

"Double art, well lets walk down together 'cause it's all in the craft
block." said Joe.

The craft block was the length of a short corridor, with three large art
rooms off to the sides and at the end to the left the woodworking with the
metalworking shop to the right.

Since there was only room for an absolute maximum of twenty boys at a time
for either subject, the timetable had been arranged so the boys from two
classes joined up. Half did metalwork one week, whilst the other twenty or
so did woodwork and they swapped the following week. Long brown coats were
provided for the metalwork class and white for woodwork, naturally there
was always a scrabble to get the good ones, or at least the ones that
fitted better, the coats had no pockets as such but slits that looked like
pockets and conveniently gave access to their trouser pockets beneath.

The woodworking class was generally taken by Mr Baxter, an amiable man who
had served his time as cabinet maker before switching to teaching some
years ago. His relaxed manner got the best out of the boys without the need
for too much in the way of heavy discipline unless, of course he could see
that workshop safety was being compromised.

Generally the boys first job was to find a suitable coat to protect their
uniform, then collect the latest piece of work they were working on and
prepare to carry on where they had left off. Since all the boys had
different abilities and worked at varying speeds. Mr Baxter would gradually
make a tour of all the benches to check for problems and offer advice as he
went around, usually he started with the least able boys and saw the more
competent boys last.

Unfortunately for Jimmy it didn't matter which coat he chose, as being so
short, he always managed to look like one of Snow White's gang out of the
Disney movie with the coat usually scraping the floor! However, despite
that he enjoyed the subject and had produced some very good work in the
past, his current project was a table lamp.

Brian was also pretty good with his hands and was working on an adjacent
bench. He had been whispering what he had done with his brother the
previous night and Jimmy was, not unusually for him, as hard as a rock. The
beauty of the long coats, being that all boys could happily play with
themselves without fear of being seen or caught. Although, it has to be
said, that some boys did like to be seen rubbing away through their trouser
pockets!

"Cor, wish I'd been there!" said Jimmy longingly, "You can pull my trousers
down and smack my ass anytime!"

"Oooohhh could you imagine that?" said Brian, "The two of you on top on me
with you willies poking into me and your trousers down!" he put his hand in
through his coat pocket and was obviously rubbing his crutch.

Jimmy couldn't help but notice, "You dirty sod!" he said and started to do
it again himself, "So what happened this morning?"

"Well, I woke up, fell back to sleep for five minutes and then found Robbie
next to me in bed!" said Brian.

Jimmy jaw dropped, "Fuck....so.. so.."

"Well, he asked me to show him how to ..ummmm, you know...wank," said Brian
going a little pink and he was still somewhat embarrassed about actually
saying the word.

"But you'd only just found out how to do it yourself!" said Jimmy
surprised, "So did you?"

"Mmmm, yeah! But he didn't know that I had only learnt did he! Anyway I got
him to rub my prick and I nearly had another one of them funny turns when
it all goes tingly!"

"You mean, cum?" asked Jimmy.

Brian nodded and rather naively answered, "Ummm, I 'spose so but I maybe I
didn't! Well I don't know really I haven't done it enough! Anyway so I
started doing him, he's got a smaller cock, I 'spose well he's younger."

"Yeah....and then?" said Jimmy, now very obviously getting very aroused,
"You need another lesson!"

"Please! That's it really, 'cause we heard Mum moving about and I pushed
him out to go back to his own bed!" said Brian sadly.

"Brian, can I come round for sleep over one night! Oooh we could have some
fun." pleaded Jimmy!

"Don't see why not," said Brian grinning, "but you'd better wait till
Robbie's gone back to his own room first, 'cause my bed won't hold the
three of us!"

"Oh shit, now I've heard all that, I'm so fuckin' randy!" said Jimmy, his
hands working deep in pockets.

"Why don't you drop yer trousers and have a wank then!" said Brian
jokingly," Who's gonna see in that long coat!"

Jimmy's eyes lit up! What an idea!

"Oh God! No, no! I didn't mean it, I was only joking!" said Brain looking
around nervously.

"Dare I ?" said Jimmy, now really turned on, "Nobody would see would they?"

"Spose not. Would you do it?" replied Brian aghast, "Hang on a min, Stef's
coming over."

"All right, Stef?" asked Jimmy, "Here, you wanna ask Brian what he's been
doing with his little brother!"

"Really!" Stef said excitedly to Brian, "Go on then. Tell me, was it dirty
like?"

"Oh, shit Jimmy...I don't mind Stef and that knowing," said Brian slightly
annoyed, "but please don't go telling anyone else...promise?"

"I'm sorry," said Jimmy, sounding rather contrite, "I didn't mean to, but
it's so horny and Stef's all right isn't he?"

"Of course he is, but please just don't go telling everybody. I'll tell
'em!"

"Yeah, sorry."

"Well that's sorted then!" said Stef grinning, "Now get on with it Brian,
what's it all about?"

Jimmy seemed to get more and more excited as Brian recounted his adventure
to Stef, who it has to be said, was getting pretty excited himself judging
by the way his hands moving inside his white coat!

"Bloody hell, Brian you lucky sod," said Stef when Brian had finished,
"just think if you get him sorted out you would have a ready made wanking
partner whenever you fancied it!"

"I never thought of that at all!" said Brian grinning, "Reckon he would?"

"Course he fuckin' would! And if he is mind is as dirty as your's, then
yes!" answered Stef grinning, turning to look at Jimmy adding, "Here, and
talking of being dirty look at him, he's about to ... well... I
dunno... look, he can't leave it alone!"

"Jimmy you're a dirty sod!" said Brian giggling as Jimmy appeared to be
hopping from one foot to the other in excitement.

Stef watched Jimmy's antics, "Are you really doing it again? You dirty
little fucker!"

Jimmy just grinned and stepped backwards over something, it was his shorts!

Brian looked open mouthed at Stef, Jimmy looked at them both and then as
quick as lightening open his coat and closed it again.

"Fuck!" was all Stef could say having now just seen Jimmy's white legs,
tight white briefs and white shirt tails!

"Well, quick hide yer bloody shorts in case somebody comes over." said
Brian picking them up and putting them on the shelf under the bench, "Oh
shit, they are all warm!"

"It's all right, " said Jimmy, "nobody is gonna see!"

"But I want to see again...please!" said Brian staring.

"And me..." added Stef.

"Well, I need a wank! Being dressed like this is so fucking hot!" exclaimed
Jimmy, his hands working feverishly inside his coat.

"Please can we see what you doing?" begged Brian. The way he had been going
at is own cock under the coat he wasn't that far behind Jimmy!

"Here, Jim quick come over here," said Stef, "I gotta idea just stand on me
left side!"

Jimmy did as he was asked, then Stef said, "Brian stand on his other side,
and we'll all pretend to be looking at Jimmy's lamp thing on the
bench...and ..."

"And... you two can wank me off through the coat!" said Jimmy excitedly,
"Oooh yes!!"

Stef grinned, "You dirty little bugger that's exactly it! I'm gonna put my
hand though your coat pocket opening and you are gonna put yours through
mine...!"

"Fuck me!!" said Brian, offering his right hand coat pocket to Jimmy "Just
get yer hand in here right away, before it's too late!"

So what did Jimmy find inside Brian's coat? First, he found a hot little
hand that was gripping something very tightly though the fly of his shorts,
gently pulling Brian's hand away, Jimmy felt around excitedly for himself!
Certainly Brian was wearing briefs and they seemed a rather softer cotton
that what he had on, with he noted a particularly soft waistband. Needless
to say, the pouch was under considerable pressure from within and Jimmy
cupped it with his hand feeling the very hard tip of Brian's straining cock
pressing in his palm.

Brian groaned quietly as Jimmy continued to explore. Keeping the palm of
his left hand pressed against Brian's cockhead he somehow managed to work
his small fingers into the fly opening and was just able to feel the hot
flesh around Brian's small ballsac. It was becoming too much of a
temptation. Pushing his whole hand through the fly and gripped the
quivering cock between his thumb and forefinger which almost made Brian
buckle at the knees.

Brian, despite having Jimmy's hand inside his own briefs, was now trying to
concentrate on the delightful little body hiding under the white coat. Once
inside, he found it an incredible turn on to run his hand all over Jimmy's
little body, up under his shirt to his tiny nipples and then around to his
back and down to his taut bottom which was encased in a really tight pair
of briefs. Stef it seemed, was totally engrossed with the front of the
briefs, the tight material barely allowing the pouch to tent outwards,
forced by something really very hard inside that was desperate for release.

However, Brian was absolutely delighted to be able concentrate on exploring
Jimmy's rear and with some difficulty managed to force his right hand down,
inside the waistband at the rear, his outstretched fingers were able to
feel the top of the cleft between Jimmy's buttocks. Progress wasn't by any
means instant for either boy, since it was a matter of two gropes forward
and one back as favours were repaid by little fingers all sensing new
pleasure zones and then an involuntarily stop as the experience took hold.

Stef was pretty far gone as well, since he had now managed to worm his left
hand right inside Jimmy's briefs under the elastic of the leg opening and
was very actively fondling the hardest cock trapped inside the tightest and
hottest pair of briefs he was ever likely to find! In return, Jimmy was
more than just groping, as he was very actively wanking Stef's equally hard
four plus inches through the tired cellular material of the
briefs. Something which poor Stef seemed doomed to wear at least until his
mother bought him something else.

Unsure how long they could either keep their moans of delight quiet or even
carry on pretending to look at the work on the bench, what seemed like
hours was actually only a couple of minutes. It was Jimmy who was very much
on the verge of a climax, not very surprising really since he had two hands
roving all over his body and he had been virtually on the edge even before
the boys had started playing with each other.

Brian, if he would ever admit it, had long held more just than a passing
interest in bums. On numerous occasions he had tried to inspect his own
with the aid of the bathroom mirror and a convenient pencil! It was only
ever when he was feeling particularly frisky did he venture to dare put a
finger on it as he was convinced, as were many others, that it was, to put
it politely, `dirty'! In the bath he was sometimes a little braver and
would press on the opening but however much he wondered what it would be
like to push his finger inside, he was still reluctant lest his finger
become contaminated with something nasty!

Well, what a silly boy he was!!!

It was the recent incident under the tarpaulin in the gym with Jimmy, which
had made him think that not only was it the most amazing feeling having
something wiggling around inside his bum but, it must also have given Jimmy
some very obvious pleasure to do it in the first place. As a consequence
that afternoon, after the amazing gym lesson, when he had got home from
school he had locked himself in the bathroom and not only had he wanked
himself off again, but had finally pushed his finger a little way up his
own bum. What fun that was, why hadn't he done it before and was it dirty -
no it wasn't - besides which, he could always wash after!

It was Brian teetering on the brink of another huge orgasm that was about
to provide the key to Jimmy's impending monster climax. The key which would
come in the shape of his hot little forefinger and the unlocking driven in
part by the fact that he was actually doing all this inside Jimmy's pants
whilst they were being subjected to a devastating frontal attack by Stef!

Brian's finger seemed to have taken on a life of it's own. It started
pushing it's way firmly down between the two soft cheeks, the tip of his
finger tracing the base of the hot valley. He continued until his arm was
pretty much at full stretch so it was virtually resting between Jimmy's
buttocks and yet being forced in between them by virtue of the tight
briefs.

Jimmy was on cloud nineteen. A strange hand was vigorously wanking his cock
whist yet another strange arm was pushing itself down the length of his
crack. He took a deep breath and flexed his bum muscles in high expectation
of being invaded. This was indeed his favourite, self-induced nightly
fantasy and it was going to be a strange finger and not his own that would
do the deed. Being so excited he only hoped he could delay his orgasm until
the errant finger had pushed itself upwards and well into his hole.

Jimmy, his right hand inside Stef's overall, was a very experienced wanker
in comparison to the other boys and was trying out every masturbation
technique he could dream up to bring Stef to orgasm. Stef was in turn was
rubbing Jimmy's cock using the time honoured method of thumb and
forefinger, it really being all he knew.

With either boy being far away from orgasm, what happened next certainly
wasn't planned but definitely enhanced the erotic situation no end.

Jimmy had forced his hand in though the fly of Stef's shorts and was
getting tired of battling with the voluminous folds of Stef's underpants so
he decided to go down the front, inside the waistband of both shorts and
briefs. He quickly worked his arm into position through the shirt opening
and got his hand nicely sandwiched between the waistband of the shorts and
the hot skin of Stef's tummy. Then just as he ready to make the downward
plunge to his prize, there was a tiny pinging noise and all pressure from
the waistband was suddenly released.

Under cover of the white coat, Stef's shorts gracefully fell to the floor,
followed seconds later by his infamous worn out Aertex briefs! Stef himself
was now approaching a monumental climax was totally oblivious to what was
lying on the floor around his ankles! Jimmy now focusing on little else
except his own approaching climax, just went straight to the swollen purple
tip and started to roll it between his thumb and forefinger.

Brian had certainly not been idle. Whilst Stef had been so busy around the
front, he had managed to pull the rear of Jimmy's tight briefs halfway down
his bum cheeks which had enabled him to push his arm in further so that a
hot little finger would soon be in easy reach of his goal. Jimmy meantime
was masturbating Brian like crazy and was only seconds away from his own
climax. However, for Brian who was entranced by the body heat and boy
smells that Jimmy exuded it all came together when he finally touched the
tiny puckered entrance that he had been fantasising about for so long. It
was a fantastic new sensation, never had he been so close, or intimate with
another boy before and was the utterly amazing feeling he got when he
finally pushed his finger past the unwilling muscle.

Brian felt as though his finger was being pulled into a warm, silky smooth
tunnel, almost like drawing it in and out between his lips whilst he sucked
on it. Those thoughts were barely allowed to last for a second before
Jimmy's little hand brought him to a shattering climax making him bend
double gasping for breath. During this involuntary spasm, with his finger
still up Jimmy's bum he managed to accidentally poke the prostate which
immediately triggered Jimmy's orgasm!

Such was the force of it that Jimmy all but passed out, his knees buckled
and he sank slowly to the floor, dragging with him both Brian, with his
hand trapped between his legs and Stef who's hand was still stuffed inside
his briefs! And, of course, since Jimmy he was still hanging onto Stef's
cock all three ended up in heap on the floor at which point Stef's own
climax started. Lying there in the throws of orgasm, his white coat was now
gaping wide open to reveal both shorts and briefs crumpled up around his
feet, yet amazingly still with Jimmy holding onto his now very sore, but
still rock hard cock.

Seconds later, it was Brian who came to his senses first and realising the
situation he promptly stood up, albeit shakily and looked quickly although
nervously about to see if anybody had noticed.

Luckily not, it seemed their actions had been disguised by the noise coming
the crowd around the clattering mortising machine which Mr Baxter was
demonstrating in the far corner of the room.

Feeling a little safer and knowing he had a few seconds to spare he looked
down to see that with Stef's coat was still open, his cock still hard and
twitching despite Jimmy's grip. He really made the most of staring at it
and comparing it mentally to his own. Being able to look at other boys
cocks other than when in the changing rooms, was well nigh
impossible. Jimmy's coat was also open partly and revealed, since it was
really the first time Brian had properly seen it, a beautiful little
specimen of hard flesh with a very, very red end! Jimmy's junior briefs
were now around his knees displaying a side view his lovely little ass,
Brian looked at it longingly and then suddenly thought he still had yet to
wash his finger, he wiped it quickly on this coat!

Bending down he said quietly, "Come on you two.. we've been lucky so far,
now come on and get up... quick!"

"Fuck!" was Stef's immediate reaction opening his eyes, he looked over at
Jimmy still breathing heavily with his eyes closed. Stef started to get up
and then realised that his short and pants were around his ankles, "What
happened?" he asked Brian in amazement.

"I don't know!" said Brian panicking, "But just get up before Baxter comes
over or something quick.. please!"

"Right," said Stef, endeavouring to stand and pull his briefs up at the
same time, he wobbled and leaned on the bench, his shorts still around his
feet. "Fuck, Brian that was amazing!" he said bending down for his shorts.

"But look at bloody Jimmy!" said Brian looking down, "Gawd, he's spark
out...he's buggered!"

And he was. Prbably best described as totally overcome by whole incident!

"Shit! Here, give us a hand," said Brian assertively, grabbing Jimmy's
shorts from under the bench and starting to pull one of his little legs
through. "Hey Stef, look, hasn't he got a sweet like prick...ooh fuck!!"

"You dirty fucker!" said Stef grinning, "Come lets get his shorts on for
him, here... I'll let you pull his pants up I can see you want to!"

"Mmmm ... oh shit!" murmured Brian. He lovingly pulled Jimmy's very tight
briefs back up, taking every possible opportunity to gently manoeuvre his
still rock hard cock as it disappeared into the white fabric! It didn't
really take long to get Jimmy partly dressed, Brian certainly enjoyed it
and was sure he would have some very stimulating dreams when he went to bed
that night. Between them, Jimmy was at last more or less presentable, the
fact that his shirt was hanging out at back was irrelevant and they leaned
him against the bench as he started to come round.

"Fuck me...!" was all he could say.

"I reckon you have been!"  said Stef smiling and quite amazed that they had
not been seen, "Shit, we were lucky not to have been caught.. phhewww, very
lucky! And you two are the dirtiest fuckers that I know!"

Brian smiled, "Really!" he said feeling quite flattered!

"Bloody hell, I'd better get back to me bench." said Stef suddenly
realising they were in theory in the middle of a lesson, "I'll see you
later, you dirty sods" he said grinning as he walked away.

Brian nodded and smiled, he liked Stef. Seconds later his smile started to
turn into giggle. Quickly he nudged Jimmy who turned to see Stef, looking
bright red in the face as he bent down to retrieve his shorts which were
now nestling around his ankles!

"Hey Jim," said Brian still giggling, "so that's what that pinging noise
was earlier on then!"

"Yer, I think the clasp thing broke on his shorts when I stuffed me hand
down 'em! D'you reckon we ought to find him some string to use as a belt?"
replied Jimmy trying hard not to laugh out loud!


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