Date: Wed, 10 Jul 2013 08:45:49 +0100
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief Encounters Chapter 122

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 122 – "Careful, you might have Art's baby!"


"Looks like you're wanking already Nige!" observed Andy, having
enthusiastically been studying the penile manipulations in Nigel's pocket.

"I am!" Nigel grinned and looked at James and Andy. "Wot about you two?"

"Me! No, wot! No!" exclaimed James in shock, "No, I can't, I can't!"

"Course you fuckin' can, `cause I am." said Andy, then adding
quietly. "Wot's up with you today, you ain't yer normal happy fuckin'
self?"

"Fuck. Sorry. Fuck it, it's a mum thing innit," he looked at the table for
a second, "I'll tell you later."

"OK. But does it stop you joining in? You'd normally be one of the first to
do it!"

"Uuumm, well not really, I `spose. Oh wot the fuck! Alright, alright."
James forced a smile knowing he couldn't escape joining in.

"Hey," said Robin, "remember we got games last two lessons this afternoon,
so it'll be fuckin' obvious wot we done once we starts to change!"

"So, does it matter if we smell a bit? It'll be a laugh, fuck it, I'll do
it." said Ian, he looked at Martin. "And you?"

"Yeah, course." Martin grinned. "Well I does it at home and sometimes on
the bus, so why shouldn't I do it here!"

"Wot about you big boy?" Art looked at Richard. "But, we all knows wot it's
like with them mothers getting at you about yer uniform, so don't feel you
gotta do it."

"I'll think about it," Richard smiled back, "I could do with one, but don't
wanna risk me new trousers and me mum blowing her lid again!"

"There's always that sock!"

"Don't tempt me!"

"Right," Art looked around the table, "now I'm alright back yer by the wall
with Rob and Rich, so we'll be hidden under the table. So wot about you
lot?"

"Well you two's sorta facing away from the room so I reckon you'll be
alright," Nigel looked at Ian and Martin, "and if James and Andy get close
and move round a bit by Art they'll be hidden by the corner of the table as
well."

"Oh shit, we're really doing it then?" asked Andy looking around. "D'you
reckon it's really safe?"

"Course we fuckin' are, it's safe as houses over here innit!" replied Nigel
firmly.

"Yeah, fuckin' right we is and we got less than twenty minutes left," said
Art, already reaching down for his zip, "so where you going to sit Nige?"

"I'm staying right here," Nigel grinned and pulled his chair further under
the table, "this is giving me a right fuckin' thrill, I'm gonna do it right
here!"

"Well don't for fuck sakes get that gert thing out all the way in case
somebody sees it and then we'll all be fuckin' expelled!" said Andy to
increasing laughter.

"Right then," Art looked round the faces at table. "on the count of three
get wanking `cause the last one to cum is gonna taste this rice fuckin'
pudding with me special hot sauce!"

"Oh no you sod! Fuckin' hell, that looks bad enough already!" exclaimed
Martin pointing at the bowl on the table. "It'll be fuckin' revolting if
you squirts in it as well!"

"Depends if you likes a bit of squirt I `spose!" Andy nudged James and
winked. James blushed.

"Right, on the count of three." Art grinned. "Now, ready then
... one... two... wank!"

Within seconds of the boys starting to masturbate, all hopefully thinking
they wouldn't be detected by anybody in the room, Richard was rapidly
losing the will to remain a mere spectator. Watching the hands going in all
directions, some down the front of trousers, some through pockets and
others pushed through a partially open fly he couldn't really control
himself. Although to be more precise, he was unable to control his cock
which had almost immediately began to produce precum. Petrified by the
thought of his mothers threats should he get any marks on the new trousers
there was only one solution, which was to try to catch the solution oozing
from his cock in the sock.

With the bowl of cold rice pudding within easy reach on the table in front
of him, Art was frantically working away beneath the table having pulled
his trousers almost down to his knees. Understandably, surrounded by six
other very excited boys all ingeniously trying to attain ejaculation in
their school uniforms without being noticed, Art was getting extremely
close to ejaculating. Looking across to see Richard unzipping his fly,
peeling his trousers back to pull both vest and shirt out from the top of
his briefs and then manipulate his magnificent leaking foreskin into the
safety of the doubled over sock was sufficient to bring him to his climax.

"Oooh fuck!" he muttered, his cock twitching violently in his hand causing
him inadvertently kick the table, rattle all the cutlery and draw the
attention of others. He was certainly going to be the first to ejaculate,
but somehow still had yet to work out the logistics of actually getting the
pudding bowl in the correct position before he shot his load.

"Yer cumming ain't you!" exclaimed Nigel, his own hand now inside his slimy
briefs having broken through and virtually destroyed the lining of his
trouser pocket in the excitement.

Grinning, Art nodded rapidly as one hand fought to keep his erection under
control whilst the other grappled to balance the laden bowl as it shakily
disappeared beneath the table.

"So'm I now!" proclaimed Nigel a couple of seconds later on feeling the hot
spunk cascading from his cock over both hand and underpants.

Despite the speed with which things were happening, Art was definitely
having something of a problem. Unable to see what was happening beneath the
table and also very afraid of cumming over everything except the bowl he
tried to do the impossible and hold back. Since his erection was on
vertical axis and the bowl was on the horizontal axis, squirting his spunk
accurately into the cold rice pudding wasn't going to be easy! There was
nothing for it but to sit up as best he could and hidden by the table bend
his erection downwards to try to shoot unseen into the bowl.

"Aaghhh... I'mm.." moaned Ian, his hand stuffed down the front of his
trousers massaging his cock through his briefs. That immediately that
attracted Martin's hand which began to press on Ian's bulging fly whilst
Martin's other hand redoubled it's efforts through his own pocket to bring
him to the point of ejaculation with Ian.

In the frenzy of activity, Robin ducked beneath the table to see what was
happening only to be confronted by Art's hands desperately trying to
juxtaposition his drooling cock and bowl of cold rice pudding. Robin's
arousal was further heightened when he realised Art had now been wearing
the same pair of spunk stained red briefs for several days. There was
undoubtedly something about wearing dirty underwear and seeing Art made him
determined to do so, even if it went against his mothers indoctrination of
personal hygiene.

A second later Art arched his back and several strings of hot spunk shot
from his quivering cock, half of which landed miraculously in the bowl, the
trajectory of his organ ensuring that the rest fell over his school
uniform. Looking around under the table it seemed to Robin from the
animated movements taking place inside the various pairs of school trousers
that everybody were either in the process or about to ejaculate.

Unable to resist watching what he knew to be concealed in Nigel's trousers,
Robin was fascinated by the hand movements, the sheer size of the bulge and
the dark wet patch which was rapidly spreading as Nigel's monster climax
continued. Robin, torn between watching Nigel and Art found himself unable
to stop his own ejaculation, looking first at one and then the other as his
cock began spurting within his briefs. Keen to see what was happening
beneath the table he was rather surprised to see that Art appeared to have
actually managed to deposit some large blobs of semen on top of the rice
pudding, the surprise being that half the pudding had disappeared from the
bowl!

"Fuck! There!"

With a shaky hand glistening with semen, a rather sweaty Art very excitedly
produced the bowl from between his legs and put it on top the table. Andy
who was having in some difficulty in actually ejaculating since he had
already cum twice that morning noted the fingers and sleeve of Art's blazer
appeared to be adorned with the unmistakable sheen of fresh sperm.

"You bloody done it!" Richard looked in amazement at the bowl. "Bleeding
hell!"

"And, I fuckin' nearly dropped it `cause I couldn't see wot I was doing!"
announced Art looking at the bemused audience. "Now who's gonna taste me
creamy rice pud?"

"Well, first we gotta find out who ain't cum ain't we?" Nigel surveying the
red and puffed faces.

"I have now!" grunted James finally appearing to cheer up and shuffling
about on his chair.

"Let's have a feel!" said Andy, who without waiting to be invited pushed
his hand into James' open fly hoping it might help induce his own orgasm.

"Cor.. oh fuck!" murmured James as Andy'd fingers pressed on the lump of
soggy cotton.

"Hey, wot the fuck is you wearing?" whispered Andy.

"Oh no! Oh fuck, I forgot!" James' mood instantly changed, he looked at
Andy. "Just don't fuckin' say nothing, please!"

Andy's reply was inaudible since at that moment both Ian and Martin
confirmed they too had cum. Richard immediately followed, hoping that the
sock would indeed be sufficient to prevent any seminal leakage through the
other layers of vest, briefs and shirt to his new trousers.

"It's gotta be you then mate, ain't it?" said Art gleefully pushing the
bowl towards Andy. "I got a spoon here ready."

James trying to give the impression of normality turned to Andy, "Why ain't
you cum then, you been wanking already?"

"Yeah well, I have!" Andy blushed and the others laughed.

"When?"

"Well when I woke up."

"Well, we all does that!" confirmed Art. "And.. come on, we can tell, when
else?"

"And, and.." Andy looked around.

"And? Tell us, when else then you wanker?" asked Nigel. "You musta either
fuckin' done it on the bus or, or.. in school?"

"Morning break." Andy looking very embarrassed then started to giggle.

"You said you was going for a shit!" Robin was laughing. "And, we all said
you gotta be fuckin' desperate to wanna go for a shit in these bogs!"

"Desperate for a fuckin' wank more like it!" Art grinned and pushed a
tarnished desert spoon over towards the bowl. "Yer, you'll be desperate for
a fuckin' shit after you've eaten some of this, so fuckin' stir it up and
get a fuckin' gert spoonful down you!"

"Just one gert spoon, that's all." confirmed Nigel. "I'll bet you eats yer
own cum anyway!"

"Fuck off!"

"Now get on with it quick before the bell goes," said Art, "you can't
fuckin' get outta this!"

"Bollocks!"

Very unenthusiastically Andy peered at the glutenous, grey substance in the
bowl.

"Do I have to?"

That brought a howl of objections so Andy, knowing he had no choice picked
up the spoon and began to stir Art's slimy contribution into the sloppy,
grey rice pudding.

"Art's right, you can't tell the fuckin' difference between the school
pudding and his spunk!" said Martin looking knowledgeably into the bowl.

"Oh, fuckin' shut up!" replied Andy, "I'm fuckin' working up to it, hope I
don't puke!"

"Nah you won't, but you'd better fuckin' hurry up," said Nigel, " `cause we
only got a few minutes before the bell, then it's fuckin' geography innit."

"Yeah, they're gonna teach were they grows bleedin' rice!" added Robin
helpfully.

"Now, come on, you only gotta eat one bloody spoonful," said Ian, "it'll be
good for you, it'll put hairs on the end of yer willy!"

"Fuck off, I don't want hairs on me willy!"

Putting off the dreadful moment Andy continued to unwillingly stir. Having
inspected the contents of bowl possibly a little too closely he was
beginning to feeling distinctly queasy watching Art's semen slowly dissolve
into the grey mass.

"Hey, you wanna be careful eating that," giggling, James nudged him, "
`cause you might have Art's baby!"

That produced a great deal of laughter and some looks from other pupils.

"Keep the the fuckin' noise down!" hissed Nigel. "And you get eating that
bowl of shit!"

"Oh fuck off!" despite laughing Andy really didn't want to eat it at
all. "I just hope I don't fuckin' throw up!"

"It's like eating yer own cum innit? Like this!" said Nigel removing his
hand from his now bottomless pocket to lick his fingers. "It's
nufuckingtritcious innit! Yum yum!"

"Oh fuckin' hell Nige!" Andy took a deep breath, closed his eyes and
grasped the spoon tightly.

To some rather coarse verbal encouragement complete with added vomiting
sound effects, it was with a trembling hand that Andy raised the dripping
spoon to his open mouth.

"Well done, you gotta fuckin' gert spoonful in there!! Have a fuckin' gold
star! My spunk tastes really good dunnit?" enthused Art as the empty spoon
was slowly returned to the bowl with an equally trembling hand.

Looking pale, Andy visibly gulped having swallowed the mixture down in
one. Doing his best to smile, he sat back in the chair sipping luke warm
water from a chipped glass, the ordeal thankfully over.

Once having completed his odious task the others joined Art in
congratulating him on his fearless consumption of a congealed mix of warm
spermatozoa and cold, grey, short grain rice pudding. Looking rather glazed
he managed to continue to smile whilst continuing to burp quietly.

The entertainment over, the boys thoughts quickly turned to making
themselves presentable for the afternoon lessons. The favoured method of
avoiding noticeable wet patches soaking through their trousers being to
spread the spunk around their stomachs and underpants. No sooner had hands
been thrust down waistbands or into unzipped flies and covered in warm
semen than Andy's earlier gastronomic premonition became reality. Racked by
sudden stomach cramps he retched violently before vomiting with such force
that the entire contents of his stomach flew across the table. Proof that
the term projectile vomiting was indeed based on fact!

"Fuckin' assholes!" exclaimed Richard recoiling in utter horror as partly
digested lumps of cottage pie rained down over him and the
table. Speechless, he looked down to see not only was his blazer festooned
with the more liquid aspect of vomit, but his new trousers had collected a
generous mixed selection of rice, peas and mince.

Art, sat opposite Andy immediately tried to push his chair back in an
attempt to escape the avalanche of regurgitated goodness only to realise
that his movements were very constricted since he hadn't yet got around to
pulling his trousers up!

"Bleeding hell!" echoed Nigel.

Looking around the room he instantly realised that James' vocal gastronomic
disturbance had made their table the epicentre of attraction. Possibly,
even their very small universe.

"Oh shit!" muttered Robin.

There was little doubt that the other boys in the room along with Mrs
Jameson were looking in their direction and having heard the commotion
immediately guessed that there was something drastically wrong.

James had taken charge of Andy, who was now slumped back in his chair with
dribbles of vomit over his face, shirt, tie, blazer and
trousers. Mercifully, barring a few distinctive splashes it appeared that
other than Art, Richard and the table itself being tastefully decorated
with the ubiquitous mix of carrot, tomato, peas and rice the others sat
around had escaped.

Typically, Art was once again in state of perilous desperation and had to
get dressed. Managing to lift himself off his chair under cover of the
table he was able to pull both briefs and trousers up in one amazingly
swift movement even before Mrs Jameson was halfway across the room.

"Wot the fuck's happened to me?" he hissed to Nigel, his face white with
fright. "Oh fuck, wot do I do, it feels like I've shit meself!"

"Uumm.. just fuckin' hang on, I'll have a quick peep." Nigel bent over to
look below the table, then started giggling seeing the cottage pie and
sundry slimy embellishments which clung to Art's blazer. "Hey, have a
butchers, d'you get it!"

"Oh fuck off!" Art didn't think it was the time for jokes, although Richard
giggled. "Oh fuck, that rice shit is on me blazer! Just be quick, Jameson's
on her way over!"

Moments later, Nigel reappeared grinning. "There's a gert load of rice
pudding on the floor, I reckon you've spilt it when you got yer cock in it
and that some got in yer pants!"

"Oh shit!"

"That too, I `spect!" Nigel sniggered. "How many days you been wearing
'em!"

"Oh fuck off!"



"Oi! Listen." Jimmy grabbed at Brian's sleeve and pointed to the open
dining room window. "Quick look, I reckon something's going on in there?"

"I dunno, can't really see but it's a lot of noise." Brian screwed his eyes
up and peered at the sunlight reflected from the window.

"Looks like they's all gathering round that corner table dunnit?"

"Dunno."

"Hey, wot's going on, wot you two looking at?" Alex moved to stand by Jimmy
who pointed through the dining hall window.

"Dunno, it's hard to see innit," Alex shaded his eyes with his hand and
stared at the window.

"Wot's up then?" asked Tom squinting at the window. "Cor, it's hard to see
with the sun reflecting innit?"

"Looks like Nigel and them lot." said Brian after a few seconds.

"Yeah, thinks so." agreed Jimmy. "Who else!"

"No surprises there then!" Alex laughed. "Wot d'you reckon, Art's wanked
all over the dinner table or something!"

"Well wanks over everything else don't he!" Tom grinned.

"Hey quick, look," Brian pulled on Tom's blazer, "over there by the
doorway, there's Barry and it looks like he's just come outta there, he'll
know."

"I like him, he's got them cute coloured pants and he don't mind getting it
out anywhere do he?" Alex stared longingly across at the tight grey shorts
his mind already on other things!

"Fuckin' right he don't, from the noise when Robbie and him go in the
bedroom they can't leave each other alone!" said Brian. "I caught 'em with
their pants down and I made him cum proper didn't I?"

"I forgot that." Alex exercised his hand in his shorts pocket. "I'd like to
make him cum."

"D'you listen on the bedroom wall and have a wank then, I mean like when
they're at it?" Tom grinned. "I would!"

"Course I do!" Brian blushed.

"So would I," agreed Alex, "I'd get it out with him anytime!"

"We gotta fix something up then for half term," said Brian, "and I don't
mind if he brings Robbie, them two wanks all the time together anyway."

"Jimmy nip over and get Barry for us." asked Tom pulling on his
blazer. "He'll know wot's going on."

"Where is he?" asked Jimmy looking around. "Right, I see him."

"Yeah, we gotta get him to come out with us lot over the holiday." Tom
watched as Jimmy transformed himself into an aeroplane and zoomed off with
both arms outstretched.

"What's going on in there? Why you all trying to look in?" Charles having
just arrived peered into the windows to try to see what was happening.

"Hello Gog's, we wondered where you got to," Tom grinned, "you ain't been
off doing it again somewhere have you!"

"No, wish I had." he smiled, his inhibitions were rapidly changing. "I had
to pick up a letter or something from the secretaries for mummy and they
couldn't find it."

"You ain't half cheered up since you been here ain't you?" observed Tom
smiling. "You wouldn't even have told us you had a willy the first day!"

Blushing and looking at the ground Charles mumbled something about his
wonderful new friends.

"You don't need to say nothing." said Tom after a short pause.

"No, you don't have to, `cause we knows we're all lovely and we don't need
you to tell us as well!" said Alex smiling.

"You're daft.. oh, just bloody shut up!" Tom stopped, there was little
point in saying anything else and besides for a second he had sensed the
emotional butterflies stirring in his stomach.

"Gog's, you could always do it on the bus going home with us!" said Alex
putting an arm around his shoulder. "We does now and again, don't we?"

Before Charles could reply Jimmy appeared dragging Barry behind him. "Yer
he is!"

"Barry, now you've just come out, so tell us wot's going on in there with
Art and them lot?" asked Brian as they gathered round.

"It's a right mess innit!" Barry grinned. "Nigel and that lot innit, first
they was making a lotta noise of noise and then one of 'em puked all over
table and I think he got over a couple of the others!"

"Oh fuck!" said Alex. "Who was sick then?"

"Dunno really, it weren't Nigel or Art, I knows that." Barry then indicated
to Charles. "Who's he then, he must be new."

"That's Goggles innit?" Tom looked at Charles and smiled. "Yeah he's new,
but he's alright."

"Did he get them gert thick glasses through wanking too much?" asked Barry,
never being one who was backward in coming forward!

"No, but he's working hard at it!" replied Tom. "Ain't you?"

"They've been helping me practice!" replied Charles actually grinning.

"You fuckin' tell him Gog's, cheeky little bugger he is!" said Tom.

"Cute though, ain't he for his size!" Alex winked at Barry. "And I hear
he's got a nice little cock and coloured pants!"

"Maybe he'd show us!" said Tom hopefully.

"I reckon if poor Goggles is hanging about with you lot," Barry paused and
grinned, "I `spect you've got him wanking in his pants already then ain't
you? They white?"

"Might have." replied Alex and looking at Barry to purposely make eye
contact. The sight of him in his tight shorts with the outline of his
briefs quite visible had already given him an erection, "Why d'you ask, I
'spect you've been wanking in your's today ain't you?"

"Might have. And I can cum now! Ask Brian!"

"Shit, I'd forgotten that, you can can't you?" Tom swallowed, the thought
of holding Barry's first year cock even just though his briefs ensured he
too had a serious erection.

"Been doing it long?" asked Jimmy.

"Hhmm... about five minutes now!" replied Barry before starting to giggle.

"Yer bloody lucky," said Tom, "I couldn't do it till this year!"

Charles felt a little out of the conversation since they all obviously knew
Barry well, besides which how could the younger boy manage to ejaculate
when he couldn't?

"Well tell us, wot colour pants you got on today then?" asked Alex as
calmly as he could. In fact he could have almost started to masturbate then
and there as he asked the question.

"We're back on about yer pants then is we, thought we would. I know you lot
has gotta a big thing about 'em!" said Barry grinning.

"So've you," said Brian, "remember, I caught you with a pair of mine over
yer head wanking didn't I?"

"Oh!" for once Barry blushed, only to stun them all by making a suggestion
he knew they couldn't refuse. "Well, d'you wanna see me pants then?"

"Bloody right! Wot now?" said Jimmy. "Can I put me hand up 'em!"

"Shit!" muttered Alex. The thought of Barry's erection coupled with the
sight of his hand in his pocket which only emphasising outline of his
briefs through his shorts was irresistible.

Charles looked very, very interested and said nothing. Deep in his shorts
he managed to pull his foreskin back and gently rub the sensitive head on
of his cock on the inside of David's dirty briefs. It was indeed quite
irresistible.

"Uumm.." Tom, his hand already in his pocket was trying to get his fingers
inside the elastic of his Y-fronts. There was something incredibly erotic
about the little Barry.

"Course I know's you lot has got mum's that only ever buys you white
pants," said Barry making the point, he smiled, "ain't you? And yours
Gog's?"

Charles nodded, there was definitely something about Barry!

"Fuck yer pants, you lucky sod! We can't help wot our mum's buys can us?"
said Brian, speaking for them all. "So you gonna show us then? We can't do
it here, wot about the bogs?"

"Well I wanna do it." honesty was the best policy, Alex's heart skipped a
beat as he admitted it. "We only gotta few minutes, yeah let's nip off to
the bogs."

"Hhmm," Barry looked at the others and grinned, "well, if we're all going
have a look, then we'll all have to show our pants won't we? Fair's fair,
innit?"

"All right." Tom nodded and looked at the others. "That's fair innit?"

Charles looked a little apprehensive, showing his undersized willy, doing
it on a one to one basis was one thing, a communal viewing was another step
onwards.

"Why don't we go round behind the old boiler house, it's a lot nearer
innit?" Jimmy nodded towards the buildings. "Come on, be quicker."

"Will that be alright there?" asked Brian, always the cautious one. "Will
it be safe, `cause you can't always hear if anybody's coming?"

"Cumming? Already!" Tom started to giggle.

"Oh for fucks sake Brian course it's safe, just fuckin' hurry up," said
Jimmy, who judging from the hand pushed down the waistband of his shorts
was more than a little ready to go, "it's only the older boys who go there
for a quick fag innit?"

"Well they can always tell us to piss off then, can't they!" said Alex
heading off down the path. "Be brave Brian!"

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Chap 123 to follow