Date: Wed, 12 Jun 2013 19:31:17 +0100
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief encounter Chap 120

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 120 – Can you draw us a picture?


There was no reply to the knock on door, not that Ted had ever expected
there would be particularly at seven in the morning. Quietly turning the
handle and pushing the door open he moved into the room clutching the clean
dressing for Art's buttock. Daylight was filtering through the chinks in
the badly drawn curtains and falling on Art who appeared to be soundly
asleep in the bed. Unable to avoid the overpowering smell of teenage boy
and the associated horrors that went with it, Ted picked his way over the
debris of school books and dirty clothing to stand by the bed.

"Art, wake up."

No response.

"Art, wake up." this time he gently shook his shoulder.

Still no response.

"Art you have to wake up or there won't be time to do this dressing." said
Ted quite firmly. Taking hold of the bedclothes he peeled them back to the
foot of bed in one rapid movement.

"Wot..  wot.. the fffuuu..." cried Art instantly feeling the cool air on
his body. To be precise, other than his pyjama jacket and red underpants
tangled around his feet, his near naked body.

"Oh my god!" said Ted confronted by Art's magnificent morning erection, he
took a step backwards partly to escape the rich aroma of semen, both fresh
and matured overnight.

"Dad! You mustn't look!" suddenly Art sat up and desperately looked round
for something to cover himself with.

"Sorry Art, I am really." Ted whilst feeling for Art embarrassed state
nevertheless couldn't stop a wry smile and reached out for a bundle that
had been lurking by the side of the bed. "Hang on I've found you
something."

"Don't look, please. Dad please!"

"Here, cover it up with these.." Ted handed it to Art, "hey, that's your
pyjama trousers... oh my god.. " he looked at his hand, "what are they
covered in?"

Of course he needed no reply as he realised only too quickly that the
question should never have been asked as it was obvious exactly what they
were covered in. Art now as red as his disgusting red briefs offered no
explanation and merely cringed in embarrassment with his eyes tightly
closed.

"Art."

"Wot?"

Art felt Ted lean over him and then to his surprise kiss him on the
head. "Dad?"

"Listen, I'm your father and it's not the first time I've seen your
erection, so d'you think you can turn over without snapping it off and lie
on your tummy so I can put this damn plaster on your bum and I can then go
to work!"

 Art suddenly started to giggle, having finally realised what an absurd
situation they were in.

"Good. Now don't worry about me seeing your willy!" said Ted. "Just roll
over and hurry up."

"Dad. I don't really mind you seeing me willy. But.."

"That's very nice to know, but what?"

"I love you."

"Oh! And, I love you." Ted paused, blinked and strove to move things
on. "Now's here's something to laugh at while I rip this old plaster off."

"Wot's that?"

"Just think if mum had tried to do this and if you hadn't first managed to
gas her with the smell that came out of your bed, you'd have scared the
wits out of her flashing that monster organ of yours."

"D'you really think it is monster dad?" asked Art proudly.

Ted's answer was drowned by the shriek of pain as the old plaster was
ripped off.




"Oi Nige, bloody hang on a minute."

"Wot? Who's that?" only too pleased to stop and drop his bag, heavy with
unwashed games kit, Nigel turned to see Robin hurrying up the school drive
towards him.

"I got something important to tell you." said Robin rather breathlessly
drawing level.

"Wot's that then, you forgot yer fuckin' games kit?" Nigel hoisted his bag
back onto his shoulder. "I don't wanna be late today, so tell us on the
way, is it any good, important like?"

"Nah, I remembered me, kit but listen it's fuckin' exciting! Just fuckin'
slow down a bit or we'll be in school too quick."

"Well? Wot's so fuckin' exciting?" grinning Nigel slowed to a crawl, his
cock lurched inside his trousers. He had a feeling it was going to be
something very exciting and judging from what he had just seen of the mess
Robin's trousers were already in so did he.

"That's better, bloody hell I'm outta breath. "

"Not surprised, `spect you been wanking on the bus again in ain't
you. Fuckin' hell, just look at the state of them fuckin' trousers! Didn't
you fuckin' do it when you fuckin' woke up like everybody else, you dirty
fuckin' boy!"

"Yes and fuckin' no, I ain't been doing on the fuckin' bus!"

"Wot's all them stains then, scotch fuckin' mist!"

Nigel pointed to Robin's spunk stained fly and the beginning of a wet spot
at the business end of erection hidden within. The same erection which
hadn't really gone down since masturbating with Jilly the previous evening,
despite subsequently attending to it three times during the evening after
that!

"Don't fuckin' talk about me trousers," Robin blushed, "I'm in enough
trouble with mum and the state of them as it is."

"Never!"

"I think she's guessed I bin wanking in 'em at school."

"Fuck, took her some time to work that out then!" Nigel laughed and leant
forward to look more closely. "Looks like yer about to do it again!"

"Fuck off!"

"Come on then, wot is it then, your big fuckin' discovery. You've found a
new way of wanking have you?"

"Something like that." Robin smiled. "Now, you know we was talking about
girls and that?"

"Oh yeah! So, so wot you found out then?" Nigel was definitely paying
attention now as was his cock which was rapidly standing to
attention. "Well... well, did you ask yer sister? Well fuckin' tell me
then! Come on!"

"See, I had a chat with her yesterday," looking around to see there were
any eavesdroppers Robin lowered his voice, "and we talked about sex."

"Fuckin' assholes! You did!" exclaimed Nigel. "Well, wot, wot fuckin'
happened, wot did she say?"

"It wasn't wot she said, it was wot she did."

"Wot! Well wot she fuckin' do? Fuckin' tell me wot happened?"

"Well., uumm.."

"Well fuckin' wot? Don't fuckin' start and then stop, get on with it!"

Even though he was undoubtedly embarrassed Robin was nevertheless
incredibly proud of himself and in his excitement to say what happened
simply mumbled the bare facts.

"I got me cock out and started wanking and then she pulled her knickers
down and wanked as well!"

"Just like that? You musta had some sort of fuckin' conversation, tell me
all the juicy details, come on!"

"Uumm... hang on.." Robin so excited at making the revelation paused to
gather his thoughts.

"Cor, well fuck me!" Nigel shook his head in disbelief, surely it couldn't
have been as simple as that.

"I'd really like too!" blurted Robin without realising what he had just
said. "Oh shit!"

"Course you can!" Nigel grinned immediately picking up on the unintentional
reply. "You tell us when and where, only thing is I `spect Art will wanna
watch 'cause he'll have a wank!"

"Honest?" Robin swallowed, it had meant to have been a joke, but with his
new found sexual liberation he desperately wanted to accept the offer. "You
would?"

"Yeah, I don't let just anybody have me bum y'know! You's on that history
camping trip with us ain't you?"

"Yeah, oh wot? You mean we can do it then?" said Robin excitedly. "With Art
watching, oh fuckin' hell! D'you, d'you really think we can?"

"Yeah alright and course he will, wouldn't you? But first you gotta fuckin'
tell me wot happened yesterday!" Nigel stopped and took a deep breath. "You
really wanked with yer sister? Just like that? Nah, I can't believe it."

"Fuckin' did and it was all `cause she'd seen the mess me trousers were in
and well, she guessed I cum in 'em didn't she?"

"She did?" Nigel grinned again. "Wotever gave her that idea!"

"Oh! I just fuckin' said so! Anyway, so one thing led to another and in the
end I just got me cock and started wanking!"

"You wot! In front a girl?"

"It's me sister innit you daft fucker, we used to play fuckin' doctors and
fuckin' nurses years ago. I `spose if I'd had a brother I'd a done with him
wouldn't I?"

"I do! Art does." Nigel winked. "Think I see wot you means. Anyway so wot
happened then?"

"Well, then she pulled her skirt up and started wanking. I made a right
fuckin' mess when I cum."

"So, so..." Nigel still couldn't believe what he was hearing, "you wanked
with yer sister? Just like that?"

Robin nodded.

"You're gonna have to give us all sticky fuckin' details and I mean all the
fuckin' details, but, but just for now, tell me how does she do it then?"

This was for Nigel the sixty four thousand dollar question. He waited
excitedly with a hand holding the head of his erection through the trouser
pocket as Robin tried to explain the mysteries of the female form.

"Ah.."

"And, I mean all the details, like wot's her bits look like? Wot's she
really got between her legs, hair and all that stuff?" continued Nigel
quite openly rubbing himself through his pocket. "Well?"

"It's a sorta lump with a sorta split in it!" Robin, reliving the
experience was now also openly rubbing himself through his pocket.

"Wot? A split?" Nigel's hand movements increased in direct relation to his
excited questioning. He looked down at Robin's hand. "Is you gonna cum
first or me?"

"I'm trying not too!"

"You ain't doing very well, `cause you gotta fuckin' gert wet spot already!
Didn't you have yer morning wank?"

"Oh shit!" he looked down to see a much darker patch where the head of his
cock press on the grey material. "Course I fuckin' did and it went over me
pyjamas!!"

"Anyway, wot about the slit then? I ain't seen nothing in any dirty books,
all I've seen is pictures of gert tits and that, so I don't know wot you
means."'

"I've only seen pictures of tits too, but anyway on the gert lump there's
some hairs and a split." they were nearing the main door and Robin stopped,
he pushed Nigel to the side of the path out of earshot of the other boys.

"Wot? The lump, between her legs? How big is then?"

"And, she gotta a sorta little cock thing that sticks out a bit above it!"

"Wot! She's gotta cock? How big?" not only was Nigel very excited, but he
was very puzzled at the layout of the female anatomy. And, his infamous
saggy Y-fronts were beginning to have to absorb the contents of his
foreskin.

"She says that her cocks called a, a clit or something."

"A wot? So has she gotta cock or a wot? A clit or something?" said Nigel
incredulously. "So where does a bloke put his cock then when they fucks, he
must get it in this slit thing then? Wot's it's fuckin' like?, you should
have had a fuckin' good look!"

"Uumm.." Robin looked puzzled as well now, he'd never asked that and he
hadn't got that close. Surely a cock couldn't fit in the little hole where
she'd been pushing her finger.

"I knows," Nigel grinned, "can you draw us a fuckin' picture!"




"There he is."

"Cor, wot time did he get yer then?" Alex looked at Tom and pulled a
face. "He must be gert keen!"

"Dunno, but by the look of him d'you think he's been doing it all night?"

"Wot you two on about now?" David followed by Joe quickened their step to
catch up as they walked up towards the entrance.

"Well look at Gog's, he's got both hands in his pockets and he's going at
it!"

"Bloody hell!" said Joe grinning. "I reckon he's worn holes in the
pockets!"

"You alright Gog's?" called out Alex as they got nearer.

"Oh," Charles turned and smiled on seeing the boys coming up the drive. "I
was watching the door, waiting for you."

"We thought you'd be on our bus." said Tom.

"Looks like we gotta new mate!" whispered Joe to David.

"Oh, he'll be alright," replied David, "if he keeps on playing with himself
like that he can wank for all of us!"

"Course, I forgot you still got his pants!"

"I'm still wearing 'em!" David grinned.

"You ain't! Wot!" Joe stifled a laugh.

"Ain't taken 'em off yet, they're stuck to me! Now shut up in case he
hears."

"Mummy got me ready early and took me to the bus stop." volunteered Charles
innocently as they approached. "It must have been the earlier bus she put
me on by mistake. I wondered why there was nobody here!"

"Sounds like it." Tom smiled.

"You ain't been at it like that since yesterday afternoon have you?" Alex
nodded towards the frenetic activity through the shorts pockets.

"And, hows me pants?" asked David. "Hope you ain't worn a hole in 'em!"

 "Oh!" Charles giggled and then blushed heavily.

"You fuckin' have ain't you?" Tom grinned. "You been doing it all night!"

"Gawd, it'll get really sore," said Joe, "just think wot happened to
Simon."

Still giggling Charles nodded to confirm his marathon masturbation session,
then grinned from ear to ear proudly announced. "I've managed that funny
feeling three times so far."

"Oh shit! Looks we've really started something now," Alex looked at David
in surprise, it seemed Charles was most certainly coming out from his
shell.

"Well just don't do it in class `cause all the chairs creak and we'll know
yer at it!"  David smiled proudly at his obvious achievement in Charles'
sexual development.

"And, daddy caught me doing it in the bathroom last night, I'd forgotten to
lock the door!" the eyes flashed behind the glasses and Charles managed to
grin for a second time. There was no doubt his life had changed for good.

"Shit!" Tom couldn't believe the change it and all in less than twenty four
hours.

"Oh shit! Wot'd he say?" asked David, horrified at the very thought of
being caught.

"You didn't mention us did you?" added Joe.

"Of course not!" Charles said firmly, his eyes once again huge behind his
glasses. "Daddy didn't know what to say so he quickly went out, luckily he
didn't see I was wearing Dave's blue pants!"

"Bloody hell, very lucky!" said David. "We're gonna have to swop back today
`cause me mum will want to see 'em in the dirty washing, I can't loose
another pair."

"So what happened to Simon?" asked Charles have finally realised there
might be a penalty for excessive self abuse.

"When he first discovered he could cum, he wanked so much his cock started
to bleed," replied Alex with a suitably grave expression, "he ended up with
his dad having to put special proper willy wanking ointment on it!"

"Oh golly." Charles face fell. "Mine's a bit sore now."

"I'm not bloody surprised!" said Joe quietly.

"We'll have a butchers at it in morning break to make sure it's alright,"
Tom smiled reassuringly, "won't we?"

"Oh yeah, good idea." agreed David before Charles could object, "we can
swop pants back then as well."

"Yeah." chorused Joe and Alex giving each other knowing look.

"That's settled then innit," said David looking at his watch, "now let's
get in before the bell goes and there's a gert rush."

"We'd better take it in turns to sit next to him like yesterday `cause
Simon ain't back yet is he?" said Tom giving Alex a wink.

"Yeah, definitely," Alex turned to Charles, "now, d'you know wot yer first
lesson is today then Gog's?"

"No!" he shook his head, but his hand carried on, "d'you?"

"Yes! It's maths innit!"

"Hey, you seen Brian yet?" asked Joe looking behind as they started to move
inside.

"Nah, I `spect the rotten bus is late again," said Tom, "he's got a few
minutes before we starts anyway."



"Oi Nige, bleeding hang a minute won't you!"

"Where the fuck you been, we was just gonna go inside." Nigel about to go
through the door with Robin paused and looked back to see Art puffing his
way up the drive.

"He looks right fucked!" observed Robin and rather succinctly summing up
Art's apparent physical condition.

"That's wot wanking does for you innit."

"Wot you mean, wanking makes you fucked?"

"Yeah, I mean look at him," Nigel sniffed, "he wanks and he's right
fucked."

"That fuckin' bus was late again!"

Looking and sounding as though he just completed a marathon, possibly even
a triathlon Art threw his bag down on the path allowing two exercise books
to escape.

"Oh fuckin' hell! I'm fuckin' knackered rushing up that fuckin' road!"

"How's yer bum?"

"Why you put something up it!"

"Don't fuckin' talk about that!"

"Why? Didn't yer dad change yer plaster?"

"No, I didn't fuckin' put anything up it and fuck the plaster as well!"

"Wot's fuckin' up kid? Come on you can fuckin' tell us, we can keep a
fuckin' secret can't us Rob?"

Nigel cupped an ear and tried hard not to laugh, Robin had already turned
away in case he too laughed.

"Don't you dare tell nobody," Art looked around, they edged nearer to
listen.

"Would we!"

"Fuck off! Now don't you fuckin' laugh," he looked around again, "listen,
see dads gotta go off early to work and I promised I'd be ready for him to
do me plaster."

"Who's you fuckin' kidding, you'd sleep all fuckin' day in that revolting
spunky bed of yours if you could!" Nigel glanced at Robin who appeared to
be biting his fist in an attempt to refrain from laughing.

"Fuckin' cheeky tosser!"

"So let's guess... uumm... don't tell us.." Nigel theatrically scratched
the bumfluff on his chin, "got it! Yer cock had got up but you hadn't,
`cause you'd fuckin' overslept."

"Well, yeah, how d'you fuckin' know that then?" Art looked amazed and Robin
looked as though he was going to explode with laughter.

"Fuckin' brain power innit? Go on and then wot happened?"

"He said he couldn't wake me," Art looked around again, "so he pulls the
bedclothes down and, and.." he looked at them both, "you tell anybody about
this and I'll fuckin' murder you!"

"Course we won't!" Nigel was barely able to reply, Robin was almost choking
on his fist and merely nodded. "And, then wot?"

"See, I'd worn me pants to bed, but they down round me feet a bit sticky
like, you knows and the bed stinks of.. " he paused for breath, "you know,
and, and me cock was sticking up and dad says, he says he's got something
to cover me willy with."

"And?" spluttered Nigel.

"He gives me, me `jama trousers which he sees on the floor and then it goes
all over his hand and.."

"Wot does? Oh fuck!" it was only Nigel who could reply, Robin was
apparently having a coughing fit.

"See, they's all covered in cum, `cause I woke at about four o'clock I went
for a piss and then fancied a quick one when I got back!"

"So wot's he say then?"

"Not a lot `cause by then we're both sorta laughing about it."

"That was lucky wunnit?"

"Then," Art looked about. "Then he kisses me and rips the fuckin' plaster
right off. That fuckin' hurt."

"Oh." Nigel sighed and looked at Robin. There was little to say, but they
both felt it.

"Oh Nige, I'm sorry.. of fuck.." Art tentatively touched his arm, "I
forgot, you and uumm, yer dad, I'm sorry."

"Oh fuck it, I can't change it." Nigel sniffed and took a deep breath, he
nodded towards Robin who was now looking equally downcast. "He won't say
nothing, but his dads a right fuckin' shit as well."

"Oh bugger, I didn't know."

"Fuck. Fuck." muttered Robin. Blinking he turned away, what he wouldn't
give to have father like that.

"Hey, I almost forgot I say," Nigel decided it was now time to change the
subject and bent down to pick up his bag, "that Rob could do me like, on
this camping trip!"

"You wot?" surprised at the very matter of fact way in which Nigel had said
it, Art was for once almost stuck for words. "Wot, you mean, up yer bum?"

"Yeah, I said he could, but I `spect you'd wanna to watch!" Nigel winked
and then nodded in Robin's direction. "And, you'd have a gert wank wouldn't
you!"

"Oh... oh.. oh, well yeah, course!" replied Art. "And he could do me if had
got any spunk left!"

Robin still had his back partly towards them. Nigel looked at Art and
shrugged his shoulders, plainly Robin felt deeply about the father subject.

"We're all mates and we helps each other y'know that don't you?" said Art
putting his hand on Robin's shoulder. "I guess I'm very lucky to have my
dad."

"Oh fuck," he turned, there were tears in his eyes, "you don't know how
lucky you are."

"D'you know I was nearly crying last week, we all does it." said Art
inadvertently giving one his special smiles which totally demolished what
remained of Robin's composure.

"You're a fuckin' daft cunt, now look wot you done!" Nigel raised his
eyebrows while Robin turned away again trying to keep his equanimity.

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Chap 121 to follow