Date: Wed, 29 May 2013 15:07:21 +0100
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief encounters Chap 119

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 119 – Put a sock in it!


"So what is this then?"

"It's uumm.." Richard tried not to look at the spunk stained trousers and
blazer his mother was holding in front of him, "it's, it's something that
was spilt over me when there was a gert, a gert water leak in the
bogs.. sorry, the toilets."

"Is it really?"

Mrs Jones was neither convinced nor exactly overjoyed. The constant mound
of dirty washing from her two teenage sons had become something of a major
irritation and a new washing machine was not cheap.

"Umm.."

"So, if it was only water," she looked at him with an air of disbelief
having realised long ago that certain adolescent emissions produced
distinctive stains, "then you must have been soaking wet? And, so what's
all this other stuff then?"

"Wasn't just me got all wet," he stuttered, "there was Robin
and... uumm... and Art as well, we all got uumm, wet like it."

"You sure? Have they got this other stuff on them as well? Honestly?"

"Mum, uumm yeah." he nodded frantically hoping she would calm down and that
he would not have to pay the price for so thoroughly impregnating his
uniform with semen. Besides it was undoubtedly true that both Robin and Art
would have semen stains on their uniforms.

"I'm not here just to do your washing you know!"

"I know that mum, but it ain't my fault.. honest."

Richard shuffled about knowing he didn't sound convincing and he was
useless at subterfuge. Luckily he had at least he had got home from school
and changed before she had the chance to see his uniform in it's bedraggled
entirety, even if the cummy shirt and vest were stuffed under his bed to
dry.

"Well, if you say so, I just hope that's all there is to it. If I find out
it's anything else you'll be for it believe me."

"It is." he managed a weak smile and hoped she didn't see the hand enter
the pocket to free the briefs still clammy with spunk from sticking between
his legs.

"Richard, I really hope you're telling me the truth because if you're doing
things... you know..." her voice tailed off and her eyes had followed his
hand into the pocket.

"It was all in school mum, honest." having chosen the wrong moment to
rearrange his underwear, he went bright red. The fingers moving in his
pocket trying to worm their way under the elastic where pretty obvious, he
started to get yet another erection.

"Well, I can get the blazer dry but god knows what's over these trousers,"
she gave him a withering look, "they need a real wash."

"Will they be ready for the morning?" he asked innocently, not having a
clue of how long it took to remove semen stains and launder a school
uniform to his mothers high standards.

"No. Don't be silly!" patience was running out. "The blazer will just dry
and you can wear your new trousers. But... but.."

"Mum, but?" the pregnant pause, it was a known danger signal.

"But! But, they're brand new and if you come home with as much as one mark
on them.." another pause, "you will go to school in your underpants and
that's a promise!"

"Wot!" he looked utterly horrified.

"If you hadn't noticed, money doesn't grow on trees!" the finger
wagged. "We can't keep buying you new clothes because you can't take care
of them."

"No.." he stuttered. Plainly she, just like his sticky briefs had reached
saturation point as far as his uniform went. Best to say nothing and just
nod apologetically.

"I mean it!"

Richard might not have been very well endowed, but size wasn't
everything. His ability to produce precum on an industrial scale with
minimal stimulation was the envy of some others.

Ruth, his mother had a pretty good idea what the stains were, but she
couldn't bring herself to admit that her son now appeared to be
masturbating in school as well as at home. The problem was how to actually
address the matter, unfortunately since neither parent were particularly
amative and their own sexual relations were essentially of the mundane lie
back and think of England on a Saturday night variety, sex was never
discussed. Thus, even to mention the subject to her husband she found
extremely difficult, yet plainly something had to be done as Richard's
constant ejaculations were now producing veritable torrents of semen.

"Wot's going on then?"

"Oh, are you back already?" surprised at the interruption, Ruth turned.

Richard took the opportunity to rapidly unstick his briefs and remove his
hand from his pocket as Alan, his nineteen year old brother entered the
dining room having returned from his day release course at technical
college.

"Yeah mum, well it's gone five and it's me day at college innit?" putting
his bag on the table he pointed to the blazer and trousers she was holding,
"Wot's he done now then? Why's he going to school without his trousers,
that's wot you said innit?"

"Well look at it, what's he done to his uniform now?" she thrust it under
Alan's nose.

"Oh, I dunno." not particularly interested he glanced down only to realise
that something looked very, very familiar, to confirm it he blushed and
caught Richard's eye. Richard went scarlet.

"You two produce more washing than well, I don't know!" with that Ruth
walked through to the kitchen throwing the trousers on the floor by the
ancient washing machine and returned to preparing the evening meal.

"You dirty sod, have you been wanking at school!" whispered Alan grinning.

"Fuck off!" replied Richard. The brothers knew they both masturbated, it
was acknowledged even if it hadn't been generally talked about for some
time.

"Hey, come here," Alan indicated to the hallway, "where she can't hear."

"Why? Wot?"

Pulling his arm, Alan dragged Richard into the hallway. "Look I knows you
do it and you knows I do it, we'd be fuckin' liars if we said we didn't."

"I `spose." Richard blushed.

"And let's face it, it's a small house and the walls ain't very thick is
they?"

"I knows that, I can hear you at it bedtime!" Richard managed a smile.

"Yeah and I hears you, morning and night as well!"

"So?" Richard tried to sound as though he didn't care, but was actually
quite shocked that the distinctive slurpy noises emanating from the surfeit
of precum being regularly worked inside his colossal foreskin could be
overheard.

"Haven't you heard mum and dad at it every Saturday night?" Alan grinned,
"Don't sound as though they enjoys it much, `cause it only lasts five
minutes before lights out!"

"Wot! No! Do they still do something!" it had never occurred to Richard
that his parents were still sexually active or even the mechanics of what
they actually did. "Oh, course your rooms between their's and mine innit?"

"But that ain't wot I wanna say really, listen when I was at school there
was one kid who'd wank all day if he could and he was always cumming in
class."

"Wot's this gotta do with me?" now flushed again, Richard was feeling
distinctly embarrassed decided to take notice.

"Well, this kid, Trev his name was, well his trousers looked like your's
did.."

"Bleeding hell, mine ain't that bad!" interrupted Richard angrily. "It
was.. it was a fuckin' accident... I don't do that."

"No, course you don't!" Alan grinned. "And if I'm being honest, just like
you don't, then I didn't at school neither!"

"You did?"

"Yeah, who ain't?" said Alan. "Oh fuckin' come on Rich, you can't leave it
alone can you?"

"Fuck off!" it was the unpalatable truth, Richard started to move away.

"Just fuckin' hang on, 'cause my mate Trev found the answer, see?" Alan
grabbed his arm again. "After that he'd wank away in class and nobody knew
`cept his best mates!"

"Wot? How?"

Until that moment the merest thought of being able to curtail the soggy
underwear syndrome had been a tiny figment of Richard's over active sexual
imagination.

"It fuckin' worked too."

"Well how? How! How did he do it then?"




"Sounds like there's lot of whispering going here, it must be a big
secret."

"Wot!" exclaimed Simon glancing round to look behind. "Oh shit Bri, it's
dad. Now don't say nothing."

"Well Brian, good of you to cycle over and get him down from his room, he
needs a bit of fresh air." Ted approached the garden bench. "We thought
he'd never get off that bed, it's not as though he's lost a leg is it!"

"No, Mr Weldon," Brian smiled angelically, his underpants still slightly
moist with semen, "he say's he'll be back at school by the end of the
week."

"I hope so," added Simon, "it's boring home, if I can't walk or nothing."

"We'll see. Now I've just heard Art's tale of woe," Ted raised his eyes,
"and I just wondered Brian, if you'd heard anything about it whilst you
were at school this afternoon?"

"No, I haven't." replied Brian quite honestly.

"I 'spect you will tomorrow," Simon grinned, "they can't keep the news that
a bog has been flooded quiet can they!"

"Ha! No chance." said Brian, he smiled at the thought of a water logged
toilet.

"No, not really, I'm sure we'll about it hear one way or the other." having
gleaned no information Ted turned to go back into the house having decided
to switch off from adolescent boys and read the evening paper.

"Has he gone now?" asked Simon.

"Yeah, he's just going back inside." replied Brian looking back over his
shoulder.

"Good, now get on with it. I've heard all about the new kid Charlie, so
tell us what happened in the nurses room with Joe and Art then?"

"Well, did I say that Joe's shorts was all coming undone up the seams after
they'd got pulled around a bit?"

"Yeah and you'd got as far as saying you'd banged yer head under the table
trying to suck him off in the art room!"

"Right." Brian grinned.

"So," Simon manipulated his erection within his shorts, "so go on then,
you're feeling a bit wobbly and so Joe gets chosen to take you to the
nurse."

"Right. Well, when we gets there we're gert surprised to see Art lying on
the couch covered with a blanket with.. uumm... some other kid who's sat
down by him."

"Who's that then?"

"Not sure, I think his name was Robin."

"I dunno. Anyway so wot they doing?"

"Well nothing. Art says he's got a gert cut on his bum and he ain't to move
in case it starts bleeding again!"

"And?"

"Well the nurse woman tells Joe to go and stand over by Art while she looks
at me head." Brian lowered his voice. "While she's doing it, I see's out
the corner of me eye that Art's lifted the blanket to let Joe see wot's
under it.

"Cor!" Simon leaned closer as Brian's voice dropped, he couldn't help
noticing that the palm of Brian's hand was now pushing hard on the front of
his shorts.

"Then suddenly Joe seems to be pulled nearer the edge of the couch, that's
when I reckon Art musta got his hand up his shorts."

"D'you know, he come up to see me in bed when he come home just now and he
got his hand up me shorts then," whispered Simon, "and he made me cum in me
pants on me bed!"

"Fuck, I fancy that!" replied Brian excitedly.

"Well, I can make you cum in yer pants if you wants!" Simon grinned.

"Wot! Now?"

"You fuckin' dirty little fuckers!"

"Wot!"

Totally surprised they immediately turned around into the sunlight to see
the silhouette of Art standing right behind them.

"You cunt! You been listening to us?" snapped Simon. "Wot you fuckin' doing
creeping up on us like that?"

"Shit!" Brian breathed a sigh of relief that nobody else except Art who had
overheard them.

"Nothing much," replied Art smiling as moving out of the sun, "if you wants
Bri, I'll wank you off in yer pants as well."

"You would?" Brian swallowed hard and looked at Simon for moral
support. "Will!"

As ever Art's smile had completely disarmed them both.

"You.." began Simon, he stopped knowing to argue was already a lost cause.

"Fuckin' hell Bri, would I! Yeah, budge up and make room for us then."

Art quickly moved around and pushed in between them on the bench. He turned
to Brian. "With the tree behind me nobody can see if I got me hand down the
waist of them nice cream shorts of your's can they?"

"Wot! You'd do it here in the garden!" Brian looked nervously around, torn
between the risk of being caught and the thrill of actually risking it.

"Yeah and you can put yer hand inside me jeans if you wants!" Art
straightened himself up on the bench to enable pulling the zip of his jeans
down over the obvious lump. "Simon's going to, `cause he's gotta finish wot
he started earlier!"

"Oooh am I!" Simon giggled.

"Oh shit!" Brian wasn't sure, he was certainly very excited but dare he do
anything?

"Art, you're such a fuckin' dirty fucker!" Simon pushed his hand down the
front of his own shorts. "To wanna do it yer in the garden. Bloody hell
it's, it's so fuckin' exciting! If mum or dad comes out from the house
they'll fuckin' murder us!"

"I knows that, it's wot makes it exciting innit!" Art grinned. "Then, when
you goes back inside you gets that slimy feeling when you walks, `cause yer
pants is full of cum!"

"Oh fuck!" Brian bit his lip, his hand was shaking and he could see a flash
of the red briefs through the open fly, just as Joe had described. He
looked again. "Alright, we'll do it!"

"Thought y'would."

"So how many fuckin' times can you cum in a day then?" Simon prodded Art
whilst watching the hand move inexorably towards Brian's shorts. "You musta
cum four or five times today already?"

"Dunno." Art grinned. Reaching over he took Brian's hand and guided it
towards his own open fly. "Dunno, did it nine times the other day and I was
still making spunk!"

"Nine!" said Brian weakly, thinking the most he'd ever attempted was four
in a day and even then he'd stopped fearing he might wear his cock might
wear out!

"I done five once." said Simon. "Nine, bleeding hell!"

"Five, only once! I does that every day!" Art giggled, without looking he
moved his other hand towards Brian's waist.

Trembling with excitement at the thought of being molested by Art, who's
inflated masturbatory reputation was the pinnacle of aspiration for his
sexual daydreams, Brian just gazed quite unable to move. Having been pulled
so close to Art he could examine in detail the acne spots and wisps of
bumfluff around his upper lip he then realised he could actually smell
him. A strange combination of boy adolescence, perspiration and sex,
although mainly the smell of sex was from his cummy red underpants and
escaping through the open fly!

"Oh shit!" squeaked Brian on feeling the strange hand pushing itself
roughly under the waistband of his shorts and briefs. Squirming on the
bench with an erection as hard as he had ever known it, he looked again at
Art's face only inches from his own and felt a shiver run up his spine. Was
his reaction because he was literally being drawn far closer to Art than he
wanted or was it because a dream had come true?

There were no such worries for Simon who had already welcomed Art's hand
down the front of his shorts and into his briefs, still moist from his
earlier discharge.

"Come on Bri, fuckin' hurry up," ordered Simon, "get yer hand in here and
we'll wank him together!"

"Oh shit!" repeated Brian on feeling Art's fingers wrapping themselves
tightly around his cock and jerk it upwards.

Worried that with the age difference he was far too physically close to Art
for comfort, Brian could do little other than acquiesce. Somehow it didn't
seem right to be there between the two brothers who were plainly very close
and well acquainted with each others sexual needs. Conversely though, both
Art and Simon genuinely wanted to share their pleasure with Brian and
hadn't realised he was becoming somewhat reticent about joining in.

"Ohh fuck!" exclaimed Art shuffling around on the bench. after a couple of
minutes "Oh... no.."

Having narrowly missed ejaculating earlier in Simon's room and now being
very eagerly masturbated by two strange hands through his jeans, it was no
surprise that things and Art were about to come to a head.

"He's gonna cum I can tell!" said Simon excitedly drawing his hand over the
stretched red fabric and then pushing it as far as he could up between
Art's legs.

"Cor," mumbled Brian, "that's quick!"

The fingers roughly prodded around in between Art's ample bum cheeks making
him really squirm about. As the sexual excitement mounted Brian's earlier
misgivings were momentarily forgotten as he had finally taken a firm grip
on Art's twitching cock through the briefs to rub the slimy cotton over the
leaking slit with his thumb.

"Wank him, Brian wank him!" hissed Simon.

"I fuckin' am!" replied Brian rather breathlessly since he too was also
getting very close to ejaculating. Having one of Art's hands stuffed down
the front of his shorts and all but ripping the head of his cock right off,
he sensed it would be sooner than later!

"Oohh.. fuck!" moaned Art pushing himself off the bench and further into
Brian's hand.

Simon getting more than just a little carried away with the situation
immediately took the opportunity of Art moving to lunge forward and wrench
the protective briefs to one side. With scant disregard for what passed as
Art's very rudimentary personal hygiene he forced his index finger up past
the sphincter to virtually spear the burgeoning prostate.

"Fuck!" squealed Art jumping off the bench, which with two twelve year old
hands buried deep inside his fly wasn't the ideal thing to do especially
wearing his British made jeans, a poor copy of the genuine transatlantic
article. A poor copy indeed, the material was like cardboard, the cut
appalling, a zip which frequently jammed and a shiny waistband button that
was badly sewn on.

"Oh fuck!" echoed Brian finding the fingers and palm of his hand suddenly
covered in a hot, slimy substance which had started to ooze through the red
cotton. Art might well have been his sexual alter ego, but Brian certainly
wasn't prepared for the experience of gripping the throbbing fifteen year
old cock as it spewed it's load of spunk in all directions.

"Now I'll get you!" squeaked Simon wiggling his finger inside Art's none
too clean hot passage.

"No! No! Fuck off!" cried Art. Still quivering from his climax he tried to
prevent Simon, now giggling inanely from wildly groping him where and
whenever he could get a grip.

"Oohhh..." groaned Brian adding to the confusion as he too started to
squirt his very modest amount of spunk over Art's hand inside his shorts.

For Brian being subjected to the combination of Art's advanced masturbation
technique and actually feeling the larger cock pulse as it ejaculated quite
an experience. Inside the cream shorts Art continued to pull at the head of
the Brian's reddened cock despite being covered in all that it could and
had produced. In the ensuing mêlée with both Brian and Art having now
cum and subconsciously refusing to release their respective organs it was
Simon who finally triggered their release. Attempting the impossible, he
tried as hard as he could to stuff a second digit inside Art to join the
first!

With Brian looking glazed was wondering if his cock was still attached to
his body, Simon continued to giggle uncontrollably whilst still attempting
the second insertion as Art writhed about trying to stand up to shake him
off. Roughly pulling Brian's slimy hand from his fly and leaving several
streaks of cum in the process, Art finally grabbed Simon's arm. Despite
strong resistance he managed to stand and hauled the giggling Simon,
complete with his hand in the fly up with him in the process. The poor
quality of the jeans was quickly affirmed as the buttonhole ripped and the
button itself flew from the waistband to land somewhere amongst the
flowers.

Shocked, Art suddenly found himself standing in the garden sans jeans
accompanied by with Simon, now hysterical with laughter and his hand
somehow wedged between Art's legs. Still sitting and so putting him on a
level with Art's midriff, Brian looked on in total bewilderment as Art
swung round, his erection sticking out from the side of his briefs complete
with a string of cum which promptly flew off to land on the leg of Brian's
shorts.

"Wot's? Who's that?" Simon suddenly turned round to look over his shoulder.

"Wot! Who?" Art went white.



"Put a sock in it!"

"You wot?" puzzled, Richard looked at Andy wondering what he meant.

"Don't you get it you silly sod," Andy laughed, "I don't mean shut up, but
put an old sock in yer pants!"

"Wot?"

"That's wot Trev did, he kept one doubled up in his pants and whenever he
fancied a wank he'd put it over his cock and cum in it!"

"Fuckin' hell that's brilliant!" Richard's jaw dropped as his cock started
to rise. "So all he got was sock full spunk and nothing on his trousers?"

"Right." Andy grinned. "And, wot's the bet you try it before tea!"

"Fuck off." Richard blushed.

 "Besides, with that in his pants it made him look as though he had a
fuckin' gert knob!"


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Chap 120 to follow