Date: Wed, 10 Apr 2013 14:57:14 +0100
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief Encounters Chap 116

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 116 – "Wetting?"


Luckily for all concerned the last lesson of the afternoon was drawing to a
close. David having found himself yet again in the toilet with Charles,
decided that there was not much that could be done to tidy him up since
they were both were too wet.

"You alright now then?"

"I think so," Charles surveyed his dishevelled uniform, "I don't know what
mummy will say when she see's me."

"Think she'll go nuts then? I reckon mine would."

"No, I don't think so," the eyes loomed large, "because, well.. it's not as
though it was my fault is it?"

"Nah, I `spose not, be alright won't it."

"And, Sir did say he'd have a word with her when she collected you didn't
he?"

David, never one to miss an opportunity especially when he had been sent to
the toilets to attend to Charles, put his hand rather obviously in his wet
pocket.

"I know, he's very nice." closely watching David's pocket the eyes
flickered behind the thick lenses, was there something else he wanted to
say?

"And, course it's yer first day innit. Besides, there ain't much we can do
to clean up anyway is there?" David looked Charles squarely through the
lenses, "So why don't we just hang about here for a few minutes and then go
back to class, cause they'll all be packing up soon won't they?"

"What are we going to do then?" Charles felt a shiver run up his back
knowing he'd just virtually asked David to take the lead.

"Well.." David smiled, his pocket moved.

Charles knew what he wanted to do, it was something he had intended to do
immediately he had got home. Could it also be what David wanted?

"Uum.." by way of a reply David made a great show of manipulating himself
through his pocket and tried to steer the conversation back to
underwear. "Sorry to do this Gog's, but yer pants is a bit big, they's all
twisted up round me bits! I `spose it's `cause they're wet."

"Mummy always seems to buy them a size too big." observed Charles very
correctly. "Your's are so much nicer even if they are wet. I really wish I
had some like it."

"I `spect you'll get some one day." David continued to fumble in his pocket
and to direct the conversation where he wanted it to go having seen the
lump within Charles' shorts. "Oh sorry Gog's, me willy's going all hard
again, you don't think your's might do you?"

Nodding and now blushing, Charles knew his wet shorts couldn't really
disguise the fact that he indeed had for what passed as an erection.

"You have then? Already?" David grinned mischievously. "Do you wanna, you
know... try to, to do it again?"

"Yes, yes! Would you? Can we?" replied Charles eagerly, a little too
eagerly, then he stopped. There really was something else on his mind he
wanted to ask his new found best friend. "And, I also wanted to
ask.. uumm.. have you, because.. uumm... we're all wet... and it
feels.. well.. have you.. uumm.. I mean... ever.. in your.."

"Have I wot?" David started to unzip his fly, at all costs Charles had to
be kept encouraged. "Don't be shy, now go on and ask me, `cause we're real
good mates now ain't we?"

Charles nodded again, his glasses were in danger of falling off. Again.

"You carry on while I just sort these pants of yours out."

"I, uumm.. well, with... I.. have... with.. uumm... have you... uumm you
know.. making...uumm with... wet... I mean.. wetting... pants and... and
that.. uumm.."

Charles mumbled his way to a full stop, his eyes were glued to the white
cotton bulge that protruded from the fly of David's shorts. He was very
unsure how he had even managed to say that much, not that it made much
sense to David anyway, except the Charles really did appear to have another
secret.

"Wet, wetting?" surprised to hear that key word David looked up, his briefs
twitching visibly as they poked through the fly. Surely Charles didn't do
or even know anything about that sort of thing, surely not!

"Wot, wot you mean then Gog's.. wetting?"

"Well when I stood up in class and all that water ran down my legs.. I
thought it umm... uumm.."

"Yeah, go on, you can tell me. You know you can trust me now can't you?"
said David excitedly. His erection was now out on display and he was
retracting his foreskin, it didn't exactly fit in with the adjustment of
his wet underpants, but it certainly felt good and held Charles' attention!

"Yes. Yes I know I can trust you." Charles swallowed hard and followed
David's example by retracting his own foreskin even if it was through his
pocket.

"Oh! I think I get it!" David suddenly exclaimed. "You don't
mean.. you.. do you!"

"I know, I shouldn't have said anything." muttered Charles, had David
guessed or not? Wishing he'd never even started the conversation Charles
looked at the dirty tiled floor wondering what to say.

Provocatively, David dropped his shorts right down to his ankles to reveal
the wet briefs that were now clinging to him, his pink buttocks quite
visible through the white, opalescent cotton. He started pulling at his
cock through the fly. "Have I really gotta guess wot you's thinking? I
reckon it's something you'd only tell yer best, bestest friend innit?"

"Uumm.. uumm.. yes." Charles just dried up, his hand deep in his pocket
holding his erection.

"Would it be the sorta thing you'd only do... maybe, maybe standing in the
bath?" asked David fishing for further confirmation and knowing that's
certainly where he'd experimented a few times.

Now nodding frantically, Charles was just too embarrassed to admit it and
continued to stare at David's cock.

"Uumm.."

Grinning and to Charles' almost visible disappointment pushed David his
cock back inside his briefs.

"Well, have you.. have you ever... d'you think.. uumm.. that's what it, it
might... uumm feel like?" Charles' stuttered to a halt yet again, his face
very red.

"Oh yes." replied David casually, still rearranging matters inside the
briefs.

"Really!" Charles looked astounded, "So, so.. so it's not just me?"

"No, I'm sure it's not. If it's wot I think you mean."

David was trying not to giggle at the way Charles was giving away the big
secrets in his life. By no means was he the total innocent they had all
assumed, even though he didn't seem know what he was doing to himself!

"So, you, you mean.. you've done it as well?"

"Not have," David grinned, he bent at the knees, "am!"

"What?"

The front of Charles' briefs, to be more precise the ones being worn by
David were turning a very faint yellow colour, urine was flooding the front
and seeping through the cotton to dribble down David's open legs and drip
onto the floor.



Joe knew he had been lucky to escape from the sick room with his clothes
still intact after being partially ravaged by Art, closing the door behind
him, he peered nervously up and down the corridor. The next few moments
would be his only chance to get himself looking respectable before
returning to the class, he turned to face the wall in case somebody came
along. Shirt tails on display, his erect cock sticking out from under his
torn shorts it was definitely time to tuck his clothes back in and tidy up.

The easy part was tucking his clothes in, although trying to get his
erection to remain inside his ill fitting Aertex briefs appeared impossible
since the more he handled it, the harder it became. Absolutely refusing to
go down, every time he attempted to walk it escaped and having been erect
for so long was beginning to ache, but he had to get back to the
class. Discovering the only progress he could make was in crab like fashion
holding his blazer across himself with his legs pressed firmly together, he
made his way very awkwardly back to the art room.

"Well, come in and sit down." Mr Williams looked across the room as Joe
appearing in the doorway and headed slowly towards Tom and Alex who were
still at the table.

"Looks like he's shit himself!" whispered Alex watching Joe's jerky
movements.

"Nah, I'd bet his shorts is now so bad he can't keep his willy in." Tom
grinned. "I'll feel him up when he sits down!"

"I assume Brian's head is alright then?" called out Mr Williams.

"Sir?" said Joe pulling the chair back, desperate to sit down and hide his
shorts. "Oh, sorry Sir, yes, he's fine. But, Miss is gonna keep him there
quiet and send him back just before the bell goes."

"You haven't seen the other two then?"

"Two wot, Sir?" asked Joe, very relieved to sit down.

"Thomas and.. uumm.. Charles?"

"No Sir."

"I'll give them another couple of minutes." Mr Williams turned away.

"Hey, listen." said Joe kicking Tom's chair under the table.

"Wot's want?" asked Tom. "Why you walking like that, Alex reckons you've
shit yerself?"

"No I fuckin' ain't! It's me fuckin' shorts innit, they's all ripped."
replied Joe, who then grinned. "Now shut up and listen, Art's down there in
the sick room without his trousers, he's in just them red pants of his!"

"Wot?" Alex's eye's lit up. "He's wot?"

"Art's on that bed thing covered in blanket, he's in just his pants and
shirt," repeated Joe, "and while I was waiting for Bri, he put his hand up
in me shorts and he nearly wanked me off!"

"He wot. Fuck!" Tom could barely keep his voice down. "Cor, wish it was
me!"

"Lucky sod! But keep quiet!" hissed Alex.

"Yer and he's cum in his pants, they's all covered in spunk and," Joe's
eyes were huge, "he showed me his hard cock, it's been dripping all over
the blanket! It's gert big innit?"

"Yeah, nice innit! Hope mine gets like that!" said Tom wistfully. "But, but
wot's he there for?"

"He's, he's.." visualising Art's predicament Joe was struggling to stop
himself laughing, "he's cut his bum! He's got a fuckin' gert plaster on
it!"

Before anything else could be said the classroom door slowly opened, David
looking even wetter than he was when he left, stood there trying to screen
an equally wet Charles standing behind. As the laughter grew a loud voice
from the back of the room implied rather graphically that it looked as
though they had wet themselves.

Charles turned a brilliant shade of red on hearing the comment, David
looked the other way and Mr Williams looked angrily in the direction of
Jimmy's table.

"We'll have less of that language or you'll be in detention." the wagging
finger did the trick and the laughter subsided.

"So you're back then?"

Obviously unimpressed Mr Williams looked them up and down. "David, you look
almost worse than when you left! I hope you haven't been messing about with
Charles."

The phrase messing about with Charles almost reduced Alex to laughter,
biting his tongue he tried to remain composed.

"No, no Sir! We had to, to.. uumm.. to.. wash the uumm.. dirty water
off.. Sir." stuttered David most unconvincingly. He turned to
Charles. "Didn't we?"

"Uumm.. yes.. Sir." the enormous eye's behind the round glasses did little
to confirm David's statement.

"Well, you do seem very wet. Anyway, sit down then for the last few minutes
and please, try not to spill a third pot."

Their shorts while appearing not too wet, belied the fact that both their
underpants had been wet with urine and then washed out in situ! Whilst at
the time of wetting themselves it felt incredibly erotic, they now realised
that doing it in school and having to return to class was a dreadful
mistake. Apart from the faint smell of urine, water was draining from
inside their shorts, down their legs to be absorbed by grey school socks
and black shoes.

"Yes Sir."

David began feeling very uncomfortable once he had he sat down, his clothes
were clinging to him and he was beginning to feel quite cold. Charles
certainly didn't feel any better and if anything with his stick like, thin
white legs looked considerably worse. There was though, one cheering
thought. That David had implied to Charles in strictest secrecy that Simon,
Tom and Alex were all devotees of water sports and if he were very, very
lucky he might be invited to partake or at least possibly meet up with them
over the coming half term break.

"Oh well, anyhow the lesson is nearly over." Mr Williams looked at them
again, luckily he missed the puddles forming around their shoes! "Now boys,
start packing up and wash the brushes, put them away properly and please
don't spill anything else."

Looking at Mr Williams, David nodded attentively just as Alex mouthed the
word, creep!

Finally seeing that the class appeared to be doing as instructed Mr
Williams walked over to Charles. "Now as I said earlier, since it's your
first day and your mother is picking you up I'll take you to her and
explain about these very unfortunate accidents to your uniform."

"Thank you Sir." replied Charles very gratefully.

Hearing that made David wonder how he was going explain his wet and
shambolic appearance to his mother!



"So that's it lads, as you don't have another lesson before the weekend I
won't be seeing you until our half term trip. We meet here in the school
carpark next Monday morning at ten thirty."

Mr Woods looked around the class, for once it seemed he had their
attention. Some of the boys were already whispering excitedly about what
they had planned which in all probability had nothing whatsoever to do with
history or castles, but involved the contents of their underpants.

"So be here on time for the coach and don't forget to bring everything you
need. Remember the object of this short trip is in the interests of history
so don't forget you'll need something to take notes with."

"And, we can bring our own tents Sir?" asked James.

"Yes, that's all been agreed. Now look, it's only for three days so please
don't bring the kitchen sink as well. Any questions?"

"Wot if it's raining Sir? It ain't rained for days, me dad says it always
rained when he went camping." asked Harry.

"We get wet, so don't forget something waterproof." Mr Woods
smiled. "Next?"

"Wot we eating Sir?" asked James. "Is there a chip shop, Sir?"

"No. You lot will be cooking something for yourselves, under instruction."

"How Sir?"

"I imagine with some difficulty!"

That brought some laughter, Mr Woods waved his hand to signal to quieten
down, "Now is there anything else?"

"Sir," it was Martin, who had been sat quietly squeezing various clammy
parts of Ian's anatomy throughout the lesson.

"Yes?"

"Wot other teacher is coming with us ?"

"Ah, that's a good point. It's Mr Hawkins and he tells me there won't be
any PE unless you lot get out of hand!"

"He's alright," whispered Ian, "he understands all about wanking and all
that, I know he's been real good to Art."



For Simon the excitement of being kept overnight in hospital hadn't quite
lasted the entire night, once he realised that he was confined to bed under
the watchful eye of a rather strict staff nurse. Besides having a bit of a
headache, his twisted ankle had swollen up and he felt rather homesick once
his parents had left after the evening visiting time finished. Since he was
in for one night's observation after knocking himself out, his mother in
her panic to get to the hospital had unfortunately forgotten his pyjamas so
he found himself having to sleep in a hospital gown.

Had some of his friends been there with him they would have found the rear
fastening incredibly inviting and he wouldn't have minded having a constant
erection! As it was, he felt very vulnerable with his bum virtually on
display and the permanent tent at the front, which he had convinced himself
the nurses appeared to be watching. Of course like his brother Art, he too
was now a habitual masturbator and the prospect of being unable to
ejaculate throughout the entire evening coupled with the thought that he
might instead have wet dream really worried him.

Thus with so many things to fret about plus his physical aliments he
thought himself very lucky to get through the night without starching the
hospital sheets, although there was one sticky incident around three in the
morning when he awoke to find himself humping the mattress! It was after
the ward round towards the middle of the next morning that to his relief he
saw his mother return carrying a bag and after have a few words with the
sister she came over to the bed.

"Hello love," she kissed him much to his annoyance, "apparently everything
is fine and there are no signs of concussion so you can come home with me
now."

"Oh good.. but, but.." he looked around in panic, surely he wouldn't have
to get out of bed in his backless tenting nightgown would he? He could
never get dressed in full view of the ward, it would be just to, too
embarrassing!

"Mum, I'll need to get dressed, and, and me foot isn't good!"

His foot or to be precise, his twisted ankle really wasn't very good and
wouldn't take much weight. The chance of a possible head injury had been
the hospital's prime concern, the twisted ankle being seen as a minor
problem. Actually, his ankle had been the cause of severe embarrassment the
previous evening since he didn't want to walk on it to go to the toilet,
leaving the only other option of a bed bottle! Having been presented with
one by a smiling nurse he was unsure what to do with it, particularly as
his erection pointed upwards, whereas the bottle pointed downwards! That
and the fact he then found peeing whilst sitting up in bed to be virtually
impossible meant he suffered an agonising few minutes before producing
something.

"It's alright Simon, I'll pull the screens around in a minute for you to
dress." Linda smiled, "You are such a baby at times."

"But.."

"Now I've brought you some clean clothes, here." she said opening the bag
and laying them on the bed. "I'll pull the curtains round while you get
dressed."

"Oh." from the tone of voice there was little point in arguing.

As she moved to pull the curtains around, Simon sat up and swivelled
himself around on the edge of the bed to face away from her. The priority
was to get his erection out of sight, leaning over he made a grab for the
clean briefs thinking he'd put them on under cover of the gown.

"Oh good, you've made a start and the curtains are drawn," she said sitting
back on the edge of the bed by him, "now I don't expect you can stand on
that foot, so I'll hold your pants while you step into them."

"Wot! No, no!" Simon looked at her as though she were mad. "Mum, no! No!"

"Oh but Simon, I've seen it all before." she couldn't help smiling which
did little to assuage his bright red face.

"Well you ain't seeing mine again!" he muttered. "Mum, turn round, please!"

"Oh, alright, you are hopeless! I am your mother you know." she shrugged
her shoulders and got up to go to the cabinet the other side of the
bed. "Well you carry on then and I'll gather up your dirty clothes from
yesterday."

Relieved but hardly relaxed, Simon with one arm holding onto the bed
wobbled around on his one good leg whilst attempting to pull his briefs up
with his other hand.

"Simon."

"Wot mum?" he replied sounding a little irritable, since with one hand and
one leg he still hadn't managed to pull the briefs up and get his erection
under cover. "Please don't look."

"No, no I won't look at you." she paused followed by a rustle of
clothing. "Now tell me, I buy all your clothes don't I?"

"Yer, course you do." he looked down to see his underpants twisted around
his knees. Would things never go right!

"Then why isn't there one item of your clothing here that I recognise?"

"Wot? I dunno wot you mean mum."

Oblivious to what clothes he had been dressed in by Art when he had been
taken unconscious to the hospital, Simon couldn't understand the question.

"Wot, mum? I dunno wot you mean." he repeated after a few moments thought.

"Well, for a start when have I ever bought you Y-fronts?"

"Wot?"

The very mention Y-fronts had him even more embarrassed than before. He
knew something was wrong, but what?

"Why mum? Never, you always buy's me Woollies."

The mention of Y-fronts had made him take notice, he glanced around to see
her examining the clothes that had been in the bedside locker. "You used to
buy Y-fronts for Art so you'd know which his clothes were."

"That's right. So I'd know which clothes were his. And, I would never let
either you go out of the house wearing dirty clothes or with holes in?"

"Wot? Never, no."

"So it doesn't look like these aren't yours then?"

They landed on the bed beside him. Y-fronts, very stretched with several
unmistakable patches of dried semen adding to the considerable urine stains
on the front.

"Wot!"

Bright red, shocked he stared and the gingerly poked them with his free
hand. The hole in the seat was more than obvious and looked to be about the
size of a couple of thirteen year old fingers.

"And these shorts, they've got holes in them as well."

A pair of equally stained white shorts landed to join the briefs and
conveniently display yet another finger sized hole between the legs.

"Mum.. I, I don't know... they're not mine..  uumm..." he stuttered being
honestly unable to offer any real explanation. His considerable
embarrassment heightened since the activities implied by the state of the
clothes were very much the same activities that he got up to!

"Well if you don't know, I don't know." she stood up and looked down at a
strange striped shirt. "I've never seen this shirt before either."

"You wot!"

"Maybe Art knows something. Anyway are you dressed yet?"

"Uumm... no, not quite." the mention of Art was enough to set his mind
racing. Was he the one who had got him dressed after the accident?

"Now Simon, come on. We've got to get a move on and you're getting
nowhere!" her voice grew louder as she approached to stand behind him,
"Look, I don't want to look and see your willy, so we'll just pull your
pants up and then we can get your shorts on."

"Oh!"

Convinced the entire ward had heard the comment he cringed. Then, without
any further warning and to his ultimate embarrassment, two hands reached
down his legs to take hold of the of the underpants and pull them up in one
swift movement twanging his erection in the process as they passed over.



"Mr Williams, that's so very nice of you to take the trouble to explain
what happened to poor Charles," Mrs Creath smiled sweetly, "please, please
don't worry about it all, I understand these accidents are bound to happen
in any school."

"I'm really glad you see it like that and it's really very unfortunate to
be on his very first day as well," replied Mr Williams with some relief
since it seemed Mrs Creath had taken the matter in good faith, "all very
unfortunate. However, you know on the plus side I think Charles certainly
has an eye for painting, something I gather he has inherited from you."

"I think so as well," she beamed, "and you do know he won a prize at his
last school don't you?"

Mr Williams continued the somewhat sugary conversation safe in the
knowledge that the accidents were already forgotten. Ignoring the adults
Charles smiled benignly on the edge of the leather front seat of the Rover,
there being far more important matters on his mind. Legs apart with the
grey socks rucked up around his wet shoes his right hand was deep in his
shorts pocket exploring the underside of David's wet blue briefs. His left
hand rested innocently on his lap kneading his cock through his shorts
whist he looked attentively through his thick glasses at the other pupils
leaving the school. Noting that so many had a hand in their pocket it made
him very happy to think that he too could now be doing what they did when
they got home.

It had certainly been quite a day. Quite a day, one which he would remember
for the rest of his life having packed in more sexual adventure and
exploration than he ever dreamt possible. Subjected to such a rapid and
forced learning curve he couldn't actually recall all that had happened,
except that he now thought he knew how to masturbate and that his new found
friends were so very willing to assist him. The downside was the
possibility of having to perform that dance for the prefects, but then
again he was quite sure his friends would help him perfect it!

The doorbell woke Simon, blinking into the sunlight he realised he was
thankfully in his own room with the alarm clock by the bed showing a
quarter past four. Lateral thinking dictated with sunshine coming through
the window it must be four in the afternoon and that he had probably fallen
asleep on his return from hospital.

The question was, who had rung the doorbell? Forgetting he had a twisted
ankle he swung himself around to jump out off the bed and came to a painful
stop and doubled over with the pain as he muttered the immortal words, "Oh
fuckin' hell!"

Then he heard voices, one of them sounded like Art's. What was going on? He
had to get downstairs to find out.

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Chap 117 to follow