Date: Wed, 27 Mar 2013 11:35:37 +0000
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief encounters Chap 115

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tom email: amias09@fastmail.fm

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Chapter 115 – the semenesque afterglow of ejaculation

To say that by now Charles was in disarray was something of an
understatement.

Having literally just undergone a life changing experience in a dirty
school toilet his nervous squint hadn't entirely settled down, so to much
amusement if he looked to one side his eyes would almost cross. The other
problem lay beneath his wet shorts. Having so willing agreed to swop
underpants with David he was now finding the excitement of wearing them so
stimulating his erection would not subside. Not only that as even walking
made it tingle, but the wet shorts had now made the briefs wet and were
clinging to him. If that wasn't enough, over riding all of this was the
desire to rub his cock again. And, again. And, again!

"He's fuckin' done it, Dave has!" whispered Tom excitedly to Alex as they
watched Charles' walk in a very awkward, bandy legged fashion back to the
table. "I reckon Dave's made him cum!"

"Yer right, look at Dave, he's grinning like anything!"

"Oi, Brian," Tom kicked Brian's leg under the table, "quick, tell Joe we
reckon Dave's got Gog's to cum when they was in the bog!"

"And don`t say nothing," added Alex, "we'll wind him up a bit!"

"Are you alright Charles?" asked Mr Williams again. "You seem to be walking
with some difficultly."

"It's the wet shorts I think Sir." mumbled Charles looking around at the
grinning faces.

"Oh I see."

As he sat down, David turned sideways to give Tom a wink and then slowly
mouthed the words, "I've got his pants on!"

"Cor, Dave's wearing Gog's pants!" whispered Tom to Alex. "Fuck, how'd he
do that?"

"Dunno, lucky sod!"

"Yes Sir," replied Charles' headed for his seat, his voice seemed to be at
a slightly higher pitch, "it's just my shorts are a bit wet Sir."

Brian had his hand in front his mouth to stifle the laughter, soon to be
followed by Joe now in much the same state. The result was that neither
dared look Charles in the face and whenever he looked back and his nervous
squint reoccurred.

"Well Charles, it does look like David has overdone the stain removal,
still it's only water and should dry quickly." said Mr Walker returning to
the front of the class and casting a glace in David's direction. "So, now
the table has been cleaned let's get back to work."

Unable to concentrate, Charles looked around and watched the other boys
start or at least go through the motions of producing something of vague
artistic merit. Tom who was sat next to him did his best to feign another
masterpiece whilst noting Charles' every action. Thinking everyone was
concentrating on their work Charles slowly slid his left hand below the
table and immediately started squeezing his cock through the front of the
wet shorts. The wet briefs were clinging to his leg and since he'd started
shuffling about on his chair they had begun to ride up his crack.

Tom couldn't contain himself any longer, he turned to Charles was sat on
the corner and whispered, "Did you, uumm.. do anything with Dave in the
bog?"

Alex taking his cue from Tom, instantly looked up at Charles, smiled and
waited expectantly for his answer.

"I saw.. I, I saw David do it!" replied Charles breathlessly. He was so
excited he just had to tell someone and even in just telling Tom his eyes
verged on another squint, his appearance not helped by the huge glasses.

"Do wot?" asked Tom knowing very well what David would have done.

"He, he masturbated." Charles flushed at even saying the word.

"Heavens! Masturbation!" said Alex in mock surprise. Tom clenched his fist
and willed himself not to laugh out loud.

"He did!" Charles' unfocused eyes were the indicator of his excitement.

"He didn't, did he!" added Tom.

"He made some sticky stuff!" Charles closed his eyes and could see David's
cock dribbling semen in his minds eye. "It went over, it went over his
underpants!"

"Heavens! How disgusting!" repeated Alex which all but had Tom spluttering
with laughter, instead he just managed to pretend to cough!

"Have you ever seen his little blue underpants?" asked Charles in a barely
audible, but nevertheless highly excited whisper.

"Just the once." Tom being somewhat economical with the truth and having to
pretend to cough again. "Nice aren't they?"

"Why's that Gog's?" Alex smiled innocently. "I like seeing underpants,
don't you?"

"Uumm.. sort of.." immediately blushing at almost admitting to his secret
interest Charles stopped. Trying to move the subject away from himself he
failed by saying, "All I got is big white ones."

"So've I, it's all our mum's buy innit?" said Tom, "Only good thing about
'em is there's plenty of room to get yer hand in and rub yer willy!"

"You can... you do?" his own hand already inside his shorts, Charles bit
his lip.

"Don't you as well?" Tom took an educated guess. "Ever?"

"Uumm.." Charles swallowed hard, but left his hand where it was, holding
his cock though the blue cotton.

"So wot happened then, Gog's?" Alex was keen to hear the details,
underpants could always be discussed at a later date. "Wot did Dave do
then?"

"He, he, pulled my shorts down and.. and.." trembling with excitement and
his erection stinging from all the attention he was giving it, Charles
ground to a stop.

"He did wot?" Tom sounded incredulous. Charles' didn't notice Tom's
shoulder moving now that he had one hand beneath the table as well.

"He showed me how." Charles was again bright red with embarrassment

"Wot d'you mean? How?" by now Alex had a hand in his pocket and like Tom
was beginning to slowly masturbate. "You didn't know?"

"I, I copied what he was doing," admitted Charles looking nervously around,
although as the rest of the class were equally noisy he didn't think their
conversation seemed to be noticed.

Naturally Joe, Brian and David had all been very carefully listening and
heard almost every word even if Charles' squint had at times threatened
spontaneous laughter.  So occupied by the enthralling events in the toilet
were that nobody had noticed the safety pin which held the two parts of
Joe's shorts leg together had mysteriously become undone, allowing very
easy access to the pee stained folds of his Aertex briefs. Listening avidly
to the conversation, Brian sat extremely close to Joe with his hand beneath
the table and well under the slack elastic of Joe's exposed underpants with
his fingers feeling for Joe's cock.

"Did you cum then?" asked Tom excitedly, it was the question they all
wanted to ask. In anticipation his hand speeded up beneath the table, then
it stopped. He had an idea and withdrew his hot clammy hand.

"Well, I don't know. I went all funny," Charles flushed for the hundredth
time that day, embarrassed at not even knowing what the sensations of
cumming actually were, "and I went all shaky!"

"Did yer willy go all tingly like then?" whispered Alex rubbing a finger
across the end of his cock through the pocket.

Charles nodded frantically. And, if only he'd admit it after all his
ministrations it was starting to go a little tingly right then and
there. As indeed were all the others around the table.

"I should really check yer willy, make sure you done it right then," Tom
tried to sound as serious as he possibly could, "Come on Gog's, you'd
better unzip yer fly, it won't take a min!"

Before Charles could answer he felt Tom's hot hand on his bare knee, it
made him almost jump off his chair in surprise.

"Do... do... do you have to?" Charles could barely speak, whether it was
thought of the latent horror or pleasure that was in store for him he was
wasn't sure.

"Course he does." said Alex. "Gotta make sure you done it right."

"Well just don't knock the water over again!" said David grinning and
casually entering the conversation. "Gog's, yeah let Tom check your willy
for you, he's good at that."

"Oohh..." smiling inanely Joe suddenly sat back in his chair.

Beneath the table Brian's hand was wiping the tiny drop of precum from his
fingers onto the stained Aertex briefs, where from the elastic of the
exposed leg opening Joe's rock hard erection twitched proudly upwards.

"Wot?" Alex looked at Joe quite unsure what was going on and then on
looking again realised Brian only seemed to have one arm!

Charles finally decided. He wanted the latent pleasure. The thought of yet
another strange hand holding his cock was enough for him to rapidly unzip
his fly with his free hand. He looked at Tom and nodded. "Go on then."

"Damn, dropped me brush!" said Brian quietly. Alex caught his eye just
before he grinned and disappeared beneath the table.

With David's briefs not having a fly it rather impeded Tom's roving fingers
meaning the total exploration of the inside of Charles shorts was an
absolute necessity in order to find the way inside. The discovery that
Charles' hand was still down the front of the briefs came as a bit of a
shock to Tom although it was rapidly withdrawn by an even more embarrassed
Charles. That left Tom to savour the magically hot and fetid place that was
the lining inside of Charles' rather damp shorts. With his fingers poking
and prodding all around they finally pushed their way under the waistband
and onto a theoretical heaven. As he had planned, Tom quickly located and
nipped the end of the foreskin between his finger and thumb sending Charles
off onto another round of sexual delight and frantically squirming around.

Beneath the table Brian looked around at the five pairs of legs, all with
grey socks crumpled around the ankle and sporting black, scuffed
shoes. Doubtless Charles would have been the exception had he not been
spirited away to the toilets by David. Taking stock of the situation Brian
could see that the hand in Alex's pocket was extremely animated and
probably doing something it shouldn't. Tom, sat next to him had a definite
bulge in his shorts and had his right hand buried in the fly of Charles
shorts which was causing the thin white legs to jerkily cross and uncross
at high speed. David having already cum, simply had his hand pushed down
the front of his shorts and simply enjoying fondling his erection and
watching the antics of the others.

Joe of course, was the one in Brian's sights and since having his cock
freed from his briefs now had the fingers of one hand wrapped tightly
around it. With the leg of Joe's shorts riven well up to his hairless
genitalia, framed by the Aertex briefs it made for an extremely erotic
sight causing Brian to drop to the floor on his knees. Once again he gazed
around at the panorama of shorts, hands and bulges before returning to look
longingly at Joe's irresistible offering being primed for action even as he
watched.

"Oh shit!" he said to himself, being so excited at what he was hoping to do
and of course see. Ramming his hand down the front of his shorts and inside
his briefs he grabbed his swollen cock to squeeze it hard whilst staring at
the head of Joe's erection poking just above his closed fist.

Under the table, determined it was going to be his turn to bring Charles to
some form of climax Tom was energetically rubbing Charles' reddened organ
with the result that Charles was excitedly hopping from buttock to buttock
on his chair. Never had he ever envisaged his first day at the grammar
school to be anything like the way it had turned out and it certainly
wasn't over yet anyway!

At the mercy of Brian's roving hands, Joe had become so aroused he was very
close to ejaculation and was surprised to find his fingers were being
slowly unwrapped from around his cock. Knowing it had to be Brian, who at
times could be sexually rather inventive, he didn't resist but waited
eagerly in anticipation of what Joe's hot little fingers were going to do
next.

Actually, Joe's hot little fingers weren't scheduled to be doing anything
in particular since he had had another idea. Seconds passed and Joe waited,
beneath the table his exposed cock in a state of vellication, twitching
expectantly. Unsurprisingly with all that was going on, Brian's attention
had been momentarily diverted between Joe and Tom. Charles' shorts were
almost wide open and Tom had his hand pushed well inside what looked
strangely to Brian, like a pair of David's pale blue underpants! And, from
his movements Tom was quite obviously vigorously masturbating Charles.

Brian his own hand inside his shorts almost instantly equalled the speed of
Tom's as he looked back at Joe's quivering cock poking out from the stained
Aertex briefs only inches before his face. Of course it was quite
irresistible and even more so since a small bubble had oozed out of the
piss slit. Irresistible it was. Suddenly leaning forward Brian surprised
not only himself, but Joe by taking all of the hot, sticky flesh into his
mouth in one swift movement. It was the last thing Joe had expected,
particularly as it appeared to be timed to coincide with gooey happenings
that were now taking place inside Brian's own shorts.

For Joe, the element of surprise coupled with feel of Brian's wet lips
exerting a strong lactating movement were more than enough to push him over
the edge to an almost immediate climax. With everything happening in
literally seconds, Brian was as surprised as Joe and couldn't quite grasp
what was going on. His own cock still spurting cum over his hand within his
underpants and his tonsils firmly wedged against the head of Joe's
pulsating organ, it felt as if he was going to choke on the thin, salty hot
juices that were being forced down his throat!

With semen running from the corners of his mouth Brian began to gag and
splutter, making a supreme effort to draw breath he forced himself off Joe
so quickly that his head shot up smash into the underside of the table.

Next to Tom, poor Charles was all but a nervous wreck and quite unable to
concentrate on anything, let alone watercolour painting! His enforced crash
course in self-abuse having taken a most debilitating toll on his limited
reserves of nervous and physical energy. Thankfully though, it was the
final lesson of a very long and arduous first day at his new school, he was
exhausted, his modest cock becoming very sore and his once pristine uniform
an absolute soggy mess.

Yet, despite all that he was looking forward, courtesy of Tom to being
brought to the second climax of his life. For reasons he didn't entirely
understand his new found friends appeared to be obsessed with masturbation
and had made considerable efforts to persuade him to try it. So it was with
great embarrassment and considerable help from David that he finally
managed it and now Tom was kindly helping him to do it once more just to
make sure he would be alright on his own!

Crash!

"Shit! Wot's that!" David sat back in his chair on seeing the table leap
into the air.

"Fuuuccc..." came a strangulated cry from beneath, followed by a heavy
thump as Brian fell down on the floor.

"What now?" Mr Williams looked up from his desk trying to see what joys the
last lesson of the day had now bestowed on his class.

"Ooohhhh... ohh no!" exclaimed Tom in horror.

Immediately, Mr Williams along with most of the class turned to look at
Tom's table.

Sat at the table Charles was too shocked to say anything.

Being only moments away from his second climax Charles' eyes had already
nervously crossed in anticipation of fulfilment. They looked in different
directions, each tracing the route of the pale greenish water which for the
second time that afternoon flooded the table. Just as before it ran over
the edge and onto his shorts, although not so much onto his shorts, as into
them since Tom had the fly wide open!

"Oh no! Not again!" in despair Mr Williams walked up to survey the
damage. It was definitely the last lesson of the day.

"Sir," said Alex tentatively putting his hand up, "it's Brian."

"Is it? Oh, where?" Mr Williams looked around, then realised he was one
pupil short and there was an empty chair. "Well where is he then?"

"I think he'd dropped his brush Sir." added Tom helpfully.

"Yer, he did." confirmed David, if only to show he was awake.

"And?" Mr Williams again looked around the room. "So?"

During the exchange Joe thought it a good opportunity to straighten himself
up and rejoin the class, slipping one hand below the desk he pushed his
sticky erection back into his rather unsupportive Aertex briefs. With leg
of his shorts split there was little hope of either his briefs or more
importantly, his cock being restrained out of sight. Unhelpfully, quite
where the safety pin had gone that had helped earlier in holding his shorts
together was now a mystery, if not a little disconcerting.

"I'm here and, and.." a muffled voice came from floor lever.

With some difficultly and sounding quite tearful Brian crawled slowly
backwards out from under the table. Holding his head he looked very
bedraggled having fallen onto the wet floor, his white shirt now tinged
with pale green along with the front of his blazer and shorts.

"Oh my god!" Mr Williams sighed.

"Sir," continued Brian weakly as he stood up, "I think I've hurt me head!"

"Possibly, you certainly don't look very good." he leant over. "Let me have
a look."

"Sir."

Brian nodded and wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve as Mr Williams
moved over. Joe's semen was to forever stain the sleeve of the maroon
blazer. Unhelpfully, his semen filled underpants had become twisted during
his escapade and were very uncomfortable, something he could hardly attend
to in full view of the class.

"There's no blood. Do you feel giddy or anything?"

"I dunno. Maybe." he replied weakly holding his head.

"I think you really ought to see the school nurse."

"Me head does hurt Sir." Brian leant on the back of a chair.

"Joe, will you take him to the school nurse."

Mr Williams turned towards Joe who was looking very relaxed and sat back in
his chair. In fact he was basking in the semenesque afterglow of
ejaculation into his underwear, something which he had lately found to be
very sensual particularly if he wore his briefs under his striped pyjamas
at bedtime.

"Me... me Sir?" he looked up horrified, immediately thinking about the
split his in shorts.

"Yes, you sir. Joe, come on wake up!" Mr Williams smiled. "Take Brian to
the nurse and ask her to have a look at his head, I don't think it's
cut. Then come back here and let me know."

Tom nudged Alex and winked, they both knew Joe's shorts were torn and
waited to see what he would do.

"Please come on Joe, let's go." said Brian tugging at his shoulder having
forgotten all about his shorts.

In one swift movement Joe pushed his chair back and stood up keeping very
close by Brian's side. Since not everyone in the class knew the state of
his shorts, by keeping his legs firmly together and moving rapidly he
managed to propel Brian out of the classroom and into the corridor.

"Oh fuckin' hell Bri, wot am I gonna do?" exclaimed Joe looking down to see
the unmistakable mesh fabric hanging down from the split in his shorts. "I
lost that safety pin and now everybody can see me pants!"

"Dunno," leaning against the wall Brian managed a grin, "but if me head
didn't hurt I'd have me hand in 'em again!"

"How did he get away with that?" whispered Tom in surprise.

"Dunno," Alex shrugged his shoulders, "I was sure we was gonna see
something."

Before Tom could reply David attracted Mr Williams attention with his hand
in the air.

"Sir, we's all wet again now!"

"Oh no, not again! Who's we?" Not Charles?"

"Gog's and me.. Sir."

"Who?"

"Sorry, I mean Charlie.. Sir."

"Stand up, let's have a look."

Scraping his chair on the floor as he pushed it back David stood up to
display the wet right hand side of his shorts.

"Oh, I see." said Mr Williams in a very resigned end of the afternoon type
voice, fearing the worst he turned to Charles, noting that his eye's were
still somewhat awry, "I'm so sorry this has happened on your very first
day, can you just stand up and let me see how wet you are."

Slowly and very reluctantly Charles got to his feet. Immediately that
allowed the water which had become trapped inside the shorts due to the
open fly, to escape down the legs of his shorts.

"Cor, look he's wet himself!" exclaimed Jimmy very unhelpfully. As Charles
turned purple with embarrassment and his eye's nervously went in their
different directions the entire class dissolved in laughter.

With Mr Williams trying to regain control of the class, David could see
that Charles was once again in a very fragile state of mind and on the
verge of tears. Grabbing him, he momentarily stood in front and did his
best to zip up his shorts and whispered.

"Please don't cry, it'll be alright, we'll get you outta here and in the
bog to sort you out a bit."

Before he could do or say anything thing else he felt a tap on his
shoulder, it was Mr Williams.

"Take him out and try to clean him up, I'll see you both at the end of the
lesson."



Left alone with little to occupy his mind other than sex, on a couch
covered by a blanket and wearing no trousers, it was inevitable that Art
would have an erection. However, it wasn't just an erection, it was a
continuous erection.

"Wot you doing here?" asked Brian in total surprise immediately he saw him
on entering the nurses room. Bad head or not, the sight of Art lying in
state akin to something from the debauched roman empire quickly brought him
back to life.

"I've cut me bum!" replied Art, immediately starting to giggle having
realised how silly it sounded and how ridiculous he looked. "Wot you done
then?"

"I hit me head under the table." Brian held it just to reinforce the point.

"Oh, under the table?" Art grinned.

"It's Brian is it?" Mrs Wright was back in control. "You come and sit over
here while I have a look at your head.

Brian looked warily at her. "You gonna do something Miss? Won't hurt will
it?"

"I'm sure it won't and I won't know until I've looked will I?" she smiled
reassuringly and then indicated to Joe, "Now why don't you go and stand by
Arthur a minute while I look at his head."

"Yeah Joe, you come and stand by me, while Miss looks at his head." said
Art, his sixth, possibly seventh sense having already told him that there
was something wrong with Joe's shorts. Beneath the blanket his burgeoning
erection had gone from hard to painfully hard and having escaped from the
side of his red briefs had already left it's slimy mark on the blanket.

"Well, OK." Joe walked very carefully around the couch desperately trying
to keep his torn shorts out of vision from Art's roving eye.

"Yer, you seen this?" Art beamed one of his so special smiles and beckoned
for Joe to step closer.

"Wot's that then?" Joe returned the smile and as if magnetically attracted
started to move closer, as Simon had so often said of his brother Art,
resistance to that smile was impossible.

"Now keep still, there's a good boy." said Mrs Wright now preoccupied with
Brian who kept moving his head trying see from the corner of his eye what
it was Joe was going to look at. It wasn't hard to guess!

Too late, too late. Once Joe reached the far side of the examination couch
he realised that, like so many others he had simply fallen under Art's
spell. It was confirmed when a strange hand pushed the seam of the shorts
apart, slipped up his exposed leg, past the notoriously weak elastic of his
Aertex underpants to stroke his hairless balls and all within a couple of
seconds!.

"No, Art.. no!" he whispered as forcefully as he could, although had Mrs
Wright not been there he'd have willingly said yes, yes! Frantic at the
thought of being caught his blue eye's continually darted between Mrs
Wright and Art who held him captive with his smile.

"Mmmhh... nice!" murmured Art, his fingers concentrating their
manipulations on his hardening cock.

It was of course an extremely arousing situation for Joe. Art wrapped his
hot fingers fully around the growing organ knowing he would be soon be
holding a full erection, while Joe prayed Mrs Wright wouldn't suddenly look
over and catch them. Typically being caught red handed hadn't even entered
Art's head since he was consumed by the sight of Joe's stained Aertex
briefs only inches from his face. It was time to raise the sexual
temperature even further.

"Pssst... look..."

"No Art, no!" desperately whispered Joe.

Finding it impossible to resist the temptation Joe glanced down and then
took a deep breath. Art's free hand was holding up the edge of the blanket
to display what he proudly considered to be his magnificent organ. Much
abused from incessant masturbation, in the bright light the reddened skin
contrasted with the purple scars of circumcision. Joe couldn't take his
eyes off it, poking lewdly out from the side of the spunk stained briefs he
watched in amazement as a Art squeezed his legs together to produce a small
bubble of precum from the darkened piss slit.


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Chap 116 to follow