Date: Wed, 21 Aug 2013 19:55:45 +0100
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief encounters  Chap 125

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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>>>>>>>>>>> Seems I am yet again plagued by the dreaded imploding computer
virus, so if there is a lag in email responses you know why - I'll rebuild
the thing when the expensive bits arrive in the post and hopefully be up
and running properly by the next installment.

Meantime enjoy this chapter, there's something exciting about doing
something you shouldn't be doing somewhere where you shouldn't!

T
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Chapter 125 – "I'll break yer other fuckin' foot!"


"I'm home mum."

"That's nice!" replied Linda from the kitchen.

"Oh!" Art stopped in the hallway, something was plainly wrong. "You alright
mum?"

"Yes. Fine"

Surprised at the unusually brusque tone Art walked to the kitchen door to
see her standing by the sink looking out of the window. From the sound of
her voice is was apparent that all was not well, despite saying nothing to
the contrary. Finding herself unable to address the problem directly with
Art the permafrost would have to remain until Ted had returned home from
work and he could talk to him.

"How's Simon then? Is he going in tomorrow?"

"I hope so, he's bored here."

"Wot's wrong mum," Art moved a step closer, "wot is it?"

"Nothing!" she snapped.

"Oh.. uumm... well," rather surprised at her offhand manner he retreated,
"well, I'll, I'll go up and see Simon then."

Hearing Art reach the landing Simon called out. "Art, that you back then?"

"Yeah who else! You any better then?" pushing open Simon's bedroom door Art
saw him lying face down on the bed reading a comic.

"Yer a lot, I think I'll be alright tomorrow." he said pushing his erection
into the mattress. "Hows school."

"Fuck school!" Art looked behind then closed the door. "Wot the fucks up
with mum, she's in right fuckin' mood, wot's happened? Wot am I supposed to
have fuckin' done now?"

"Dunno." Simon was saying as little as possible and knowing he looked
flushed pretended to continue to look at the comic. "She uumm... she's been
like that since.. uumm.. she did, did yer room."

"She did fuckin' wot?"

With that Art shot from Simon's room into his own to see that the bed had
been very tidily made, the dirty clothes that usually covered the floor
removed and the curtains drawn back. Guessing that for some reason the tidy
up had been the catalyst for his mothers bad mood he quickly returned to
Simon's room.

"Didn't she say nothing," he stood over Simon, "wot's fuckin' happened,
fuckin' tell me!"

"Nothing, see I'd tripped over and hurt me foot so she comes up and then
goes in your room to start changing yer sheets and that." replied Simon
being rather more than economical with the truth.

"The bed! Nothing else? You sure?"

Simon shook his head, he didn't like what he was doing to Art and was
almost, but not quite tempted to own up. It took an awful lot for Art to
really loose his temper and whilst he was never violent he could become
rather vocal, Simon quite rightly feared that on this occasion he might
well go ballistic.

Art was confused, he looked around and wondered what to do, finally
concluding he was going to be positive. "Oh fuck this, I'm gonna go down
and find out wot she's so fuckin' pissed off about!"

With Art heading rapidly down towards the kitchen Simon remained on the bed
thinking he'd get up quietly and listen at the top of the stairs to what
was said, hopefully then he might be able to concoct some sort of story to
try to save himself.

"Mum, thanks for doing me room and I know I should have done it," the words
tumbled, if rather forcefully out as he entered the kitchen.

It wasn't like Art nor what Linda was expecting and caught her off guard..

"But mum, but wot have I done to upset you?" he moved nearer. "You gotta
tell me, it ain't fair."

It was no good, Linda was now on the spot and looking in danger of going to
be forced to utter her views on the most unmentionable of unmentionable
subjects. She fell back on the stock answer used at one time by every
mother on the planet.

"Wait until your father comes home."

Perched on the top step Simon had little difficulty in hearing what was
going on and had never Art be so forceful with his mother before.

"No!" said Art defiantly. "You know what this is about, he's at work so he
don't know nothing do he? Mum wot is it?"

Linda was taken aback at the emphatic delivery.

"Is it `cause of all me stuff over the floor and that?" continued Art his
voice rising.

"No." she straighten herself up. "You really want know?"

"Course I do!" the voice was getting louder. "Mum, wot's it all about?"

"Right, well if you really want to know." she said very firmly as she moved
to close the door. "First you can stop shouting and sit down."

Art's attack faltered. Realising he was getting over excited and Linda had
resumed the lead he pulled a chair out from the kitchen table and sat
slowly down as instructed.

"Good." muttered Linda who was running through her mind how to phrase the
unpalatable truth.

"Sorry." Art sat, never having raised his voice to either parent before.

"It's alright," replied Linda still formulating her reply, "now this is
very hard to say and it's really going to embarrass both of us."

"Wot is?"

"Right," she swallowed, "I've never wanted to say this before, but now I
see I have to say it, so don't interrupt me!"

"Wot.."

"Since you, since you," she took a deep breath, "since you were about
twelve and discovered masturbation you have constantly ejaculated over
everything, clothes, bedding and who knows what else!"

It was Art's turn to swallow, nearly choke.

"Believe me, at times when dealing with your clothes and doing the laundry
it has been quite revolting. I've dropped hints and you know your father
has tried to get you to contain your, your urges several times."

By now Art was positively puce with embarrassment and sat there silently
with his heart rate escalating.

"Lately we both thought you had finally taken notice and grown up, yet
today I thought I'd change your bedding and what happens when I pick up the
sheets?"

"Uumm.. wot, I dunno."

Due to the very subject matter he was looking as guilty as he could which
certainly didn't help his case and in all honesty didn't know what he was
supposed to have done anyway.

"Art," she paused and looked at him before delivering the stinging tag
line, "I was covered in it! For gods sake, you're fifteen you've got to
grow up and learn to control yourself!"

He looked shocked, more so that this was his mother talking about his
constant masturbation and not that he was supposed to have ejaculated again
in the bed.

"Honestly, it's quite disgusting handing your, your.. emissions!" she
continued driving the point home with the subtly of a Sherman tank. "I
assume you know that now Simon's doing it non-stop as well. And, I mean
despite all the mess, he still imagines I haven't noticed!"

Speechless, Art nodded.

"The truth is Art, I really can't cope with two of you doing it now. You,
are going to have to change your ways and I will work on Simon."

Having not so much broached the subject as decimated it, Linda was
determined to get one other point over which again was something both the
boys thought was going unnoticed.

"And finally, I'm going to say this.. what is about you two and underpants!
I mean, what do you do to ruin so many pairs? Where do they all go? Simon
doesn't seem to have any and what he does have been virtually pulled to
pieces! Money for clothes doesn't grow on trees now does it?"

Neither spoke. Admitting to being a serial masturbator was one thing, but
owning up to having his major underwear fetish as well was on another level
altogether.

"Mum, you might have put yer hand in, in something," Art found his voice,
if a little croaky, "but I ain't done it, mum honest.. on me life, I ain't
done in me bed like that since, since dad had a go at me last time."

"All I know was that my hand was covered in it, so if wasn't you then who
was it?" replied Linda without even thinking of the options.

It was the obvious question and jolted Art's memory, Simon wasn't entirely
unknown for having passed the blame in the past.

"Mum, it wasn't me." he reiterated. "So then it must be.."

"Simon! Then it must be Simon?" she lowered her voice. "Now don't you go
accusing him of anything. You must leave it till dad gets back. You
promise?"

"Yer, promise. So you believe me then?"

"Yes I do, you've never lied to me yet." she looked him in the eye.

"Thank you." Art blinked.

"Art," she sat back, "I never thought I'd be able to say what I just have
to you, but I think you know I had too and I'm sorry if I've embarrassed
you."

"I never thought you would either!" a smile flashed over his face. "I
think's we've both been embarrassed ain't we?."

"Yes, we certainly have." she flushed. "Now, go up and start your homework,
you can talk with dad later, he understands these things better than I ever
will. He won't be mad I promise."

"Mum, so wot about Simon?"

"Just don't say or do anything, I'll talk it through with dad and then get
him to talk to you. Alright."

"Alright." agreed Art somewhat reluctantly. "But, before he see's Simon."

"Yes, before he sees Simon." looking at his blazer she added. "Hang on a
minute, what are all those new marks over your blazer."

"Oh, Andy was sick at dinner," Art looked down at the blazer, complete with
speckled lapels, "so I `spect it's bits of cottage pie innit!"

"You're hopeless, take it off and I'll clean it up." standing up she held
out her hand.

Art duly stood and removed the blazer taking care to quickly rescue his all
purpose duster, handkerchief and cum rag which he immediately stuffed into
his trouser pocket.

"My god, your shirts all torn under arm, the how did that happen?" she
sighed. "Well I suppose at least it's an old one."

"Uumm.." he looked blankly around unaware that it had ripped whilst he was
so excitedly getting dressed after his excursion in the toilet with
Andy. "Dunno?"

"I'm going to have to go shopping for you two again, still at least Simon
will be back at school tomorrow." she waved her hands theatrically. "Now go
and avoid Simon!"

Hearing the chairs scrape on the floor Simon quickly got up and returned to
his own room desperately wishing he could have heard the rest of the
conversation after the door had been closed. Art left the kitchen and
climbed slowly up the stairs to his room unable to comprehend why Simon
should have done it.

"You little bastard, I've a good mind break yer other fuckin' foot!" he
muttered pausing momentarily outside Simon's closed bedroom door.




The traffic lights had just turned to red. James had managed to stop his
bike and balanced with one leg on the kerb and the other on the pedal as
Andy skidded to halt level with his rear wheel. With the weather now hot
and sticky neither had their blazer on, they having been very
unceremoniously stuffed into their backpacks or to be precise, the surplus
store kaki rucksacks which had been adopted by many pupils as school bags.

"It's gonna have a gert thunder storm soon innit," James surveyed to the
sky, slipped off the saddle and pushed the horn firmly into his crack,
"that means the history camping trip next week is gonna be all fuckin' wet
don't it?"

"Bound to innit, `cause yer right we ain't had no rain for ages now,"
replied Andy, who was actually far more interested in looking at the two
nicely rounded buttocks in the tight grey trousers now separated by the
point of the saddle and the obvious diamond string pattern of the briefs
within, "and I `spose that means if it's wet we'll have to give up our
bikes and be back on the bleeding school bus."

"Fuck the weather, does this tent of yours leak?" asked James turning
around.

"Nah, it's only a year old."

"Well I `spose that's a gert fuckin a help innit!"

"Course it is, it don't fuckin' leak." said Andy, still unable to take his
eyes off James' behind. "Hey, how was games, did he let you throw them gert
spear things again? D'you kill anybody today?"

Quite why they were talking about the weather and tents neither knew. They
were both very aroused with Andy really wanting to talk about James' new
underpants, but was apprehensive about enquiring since he'd seen how
sensitive a subject it had become. For his part, James still felt extremely
embarrassed wearing them and had dressed at lightening speed after games
not to be seen in them nor even questioning the colossal amount of semen in
them, merely accepting it was his own.

After what had happened earlier that afternoon with Art, when they had
inspected the briefs before ejaculating into them Andy was now far more
interested in seeing James wearing them than taking about his tent and
having visions of James' balls sliding around in his semen! If that wasn't
enough he noticed James' white shirt, particularly where it left his
trousers and was pulled tightly over his back, highlighting some thick
white elastic beneath. It had to be the waistband of the new briefs,
something easily confirmed when he again saw the trapezoid pattern of the
string section wrapped around James' thigh. Andy couldn't really believe
his eyes, normally he might just see the outline of the elastic around the
leg, but with the high cut the entire garment with its multitude of string
panels and seams was plainly visible for all to see.

"Yer, games was a laugh you'd like it." James' turned to catch Andy
squeezing a very prominent bulge in his trousers as he continued to stare
at the back of James' shirt. "Hey, don't do that you'll go blind!"

"Fuck off." Andy blushed, but kept the pressure on the head of
erection. "Wot happened in games then?"

"You'll make a mess in yer pants!"

"Oh fuck off, now wot happened then?"

"It started when we has to do the fuckin' high jump thing," James started
to laugh thinking about it, "so we all tries to look up the shorts of who's
jumping to see who's got the biggest cock!"

"Bloody hell, you don't need to look `cause it's Nige, innit. Wish mine was
that big!" Andy grinned. "Anyway so wot else happened?"

"Well, course we all knows it's Nige don't we? But, then Richard can't
leave it alone can he, so he gets all excited with his hand almost in his
shorts and he's thinking we ain't noticed." James grinned. "Just like you
is know!"

"Fuck off!" despite blushing Andy purposely kept his hand in position
hoping to entice James into a more intimate conversation. "Get on with it
then."

"Oh shit, the lights is changing," James got back onto the saddle and
pushed off from the kerb, "hey, why don't you come on up our house and I'll
tell you all about it. Ain't nobody in, `cause me mum's out at me gran's
till gone five on a Thursday."

"Right," replied Andy instantly wondering what might develop, "I ain't seen
your room for ages."

"Well now's yer chance innit."

The question really being, whether James was offering a veiled invitation
to something more than a little schoolboy gossip. Thinking about what he
would like to happen Andy excitedly followed every movement of James'
trousers so that by the time he'd followed him through leafy suburbia to
the house the head of his erection had been rubbing on a distinct wet patch
inside his briefs.

Much as Andy's own home, the house was a typical pre-war semi with a modest
amount of pseudo half-timbering and stucco finish. Like the others in the
road the front gardens were very well tended and doubtless the family cars
received a customary wash and polish in front of the attached garage every
Sunday morning.

Swinging across the pavement and into the driveway they both dropped their
bags on the ground and dismounted, carefully noting the bulge in each
others trousers as they leant their bikes against the fence.

"Since I lost me front door key we keeps one round by the back door." said
James taking a second look at the marquee in Andy's trousers as he walked
towards the garage door. "Come on, we gotta go through here to get to the
back so bring yer bag."

"Wot, through the garage, oh right. Looks just like our house don't it."
Andy took the opportunity while picking up his bag to glance again at
James' trousers, which also seemed to have a rather spectacular bulge at
the front.

Pulling open one of the pair of wooden garage doors James ushered Andy into
the empty garage and pointed to the half glazed door in the far wall.

"That's were we goes, it does get a bit dark here when I closes this door,
but there ain't nothing to trip over on the floor."

"Oh, I don't like the dark." said Andy giggling, as James pulled the door
closed.

"Wot, have I gotta hold yer little hand!" James laughed.

"If you wants." Andy's mouth was going dry. It was exactly what he wanted,
there was something strangely erotic about being in the darkened garage and
he was sure that James was as aroused as he was.

"You alright, yer voice sounds a bit iffy?" replied James, now merely a
shape in the gloom, "Give us yer little pinkie then."

"Here."

A hand was proffered in James direction and quickly snatched with such
force that Andy found himself pulled directly in front of James who then
pulled him close with both arms around his waist.

"You've been watching my bum since we left school ain't you?" said James
ramming his erection into Andy`s bulging fly.

"Fuck! Go easy or I'm gonna cum!" squeaked Andy. "But you been watching me
as well!"

"Yeah and watching you playing with it!"

"I've been waiting to ask if, if.. You.."

"I know wot you wanna know. I've been waiting to see how long you could
hold out before you asked to see these fucking awful pants!" James laughed
and rubbed their erections together through their clothes. "You do wanna
see 'em I `spose?"

"You sod, course I fuckin' do. I knew you was all pissed off in school and
you didn't like 'em so I didn't want to ask in case it fuckin' upset you."

"You silly sod, if you can't ask me, then who the fuck can?"

"Wass mean?"

"You fuckin' know as well as I do, we're a fuckin' pair ain't we?"

"I `spose." Andy, his voice cracking thrust himself onto James. "Can we do
it here?"

"Do wot? And, here in the bleeding garage?" without waiting for a reply
James pushed his hand between them and felt for the clasp of Andy's
trousers.

"Yeah here, `cause it's like somewhere that we shouldn't be doing it." said
Andy excitedly feeling his trousers begin to slip down his legs as he then
reached for the waistband of James' trousers.

"Wot d'you wanna do then?" asked James beginning to giggle, it was a rather
silly as they both knew exactly what they wanted to do.

"Well," Andy paused, he could now feel the front of James' cum soaked
briefs being pushed onto his, "wot I'd really like is to put me cock up
you, it's wot we've never really talked about have us?"

"Hhmm.." James didn't immediately reply, instead he pulled them even closer
together grinding his cock into Andy.

"Wot d'you think?" whispered Andy. "Please, please I'm gonna cum soon."

"I think, I'm gonna cum soon as well." said James without relaxing his
hold, instead he began to kiss Andy around his neck. "And, I wanna get my
cock up your ass just as badly."

"Oh! You as well" Andy's voice had all but dried up. "Please, it'll be our
first time."

"And course, I want you to put yer cock up me but," sounding somewhat
breathless James paused, "but, but why don't we wait till we goes camping
next week?"

"Oh no, I don't think I can." the disappointment was in his voice. "Why
not?"

"Because then we ain't in danger of me mum coming back early and her
catching us shagging in the bleeding garage!"

"Oh fuck!" Andy started to giggle. "I ain't thought of that!"

"Well I bloody have!" James released his hold. "So `spose we sorta grope
each other till we cum in our pants? Then all we gotta do then is pull our
trousers up if we hears that she's come back?"

"In that case," said Andy turning James round so he stood in front of him,
"I wanna feel these string knickers of yours."

"Feel free!" James laughed. "And they ain't knickers, they're supposed to
be fuckin' healthy briefs that allow the air to circulate."

"Bollocks!"

"You fuckin' got it in one!" said James. "See the air's meant to be able to
circulate round yer bollocks through the string sides to keep 'em cool and
that."

"Why?"

"I dunno do I? So yer bollocks will work better I `spose!"

"I reckon it's still a load of fuckin' bollocks!" replied Andy laughing
pulling the waistband down at the back to display James' white
buttocks. "If I can't fuck you then I'm gonna rub me cock up and down yer
crack till I cums!"

"Just don't rip 'em `cause they're fuckin' new!" exclaimed James as Andy
forced himself on him. "Oh bloody hell, you're all wet and slimy!"

"So are you! Anyway, I'm gonna have you cumming in a minute!"

With James trembling with excitement Andy began to very energetically run
his fingers over the briefs. The front was very obviously wet with spunk,
but it was the string panels at the sides which held the
fascination. Ramming his fingers through the holes he managed to reach far
enough forwards to grab at James' cock which was sliding around inside the
spunky pouch.

"I've started, I'm cumming..." moaned James almost immediately as Andy's
fingers made contact with the engorged shaft, progressing from trembling to
visibly shaking his cock began discharging it's hot load over Andy's
fingers.

"Fuck!" breathed Andy who without thinking began to nuzzle into James neck,
unwittingly leaving him with a love bite!

Forcing himself so hard against James his cock was pushed from the side of
his distended briefs allowing it to lodge between James' buttocks. Andy's
fourth ejaculation of the day had begun, although from the quantity of
semen he produced it could well have been his first since James' bum left
was literally dripping in spunk.

"Can we swop?" Andy was the first to speak. "You can have 'em back
Saturday, I'll wash 'em for you."

"Yeah, why not!" James came back to life and immediately began kicking off
his shoes. "We'll have to be fuckin' quick though `cause mum will be back
and I don't wanna be caught."

"Bloody hell, they're soaking wet!" exclaimed Andy now standing there in
just his shirt and socks. He finally had the infamous string underpants in
his possession for at least one night and doubtless his present erection
wouldn't be allowed to subside until he had masturbated himself to a
standstill.

"Wot d'you fuckin' expect! Just get 'em on before mum gets back." James
held up Andy's equally soggy Wolsey briefs to the light in an effort to get
them untwisted, suddenly he burst out laughing. "Fuckin' hell, you got
bleeding gert skid marks again!"

"Oh fuck off!" retorted Andy hoping his red face wasn't really glowing in
the half light.

James waddled over to stand next to him, the briefs being very sticky were
proving somewhat difficult to pull up. "You've had skid marks since junior
school and you wouldn't be you without 'em!"

"Wot?" Andy sounded surprised. "Oh, wot, fuckin' hell you been looking at
me pants since then?"

"Course I have, you used to have them ones with ladybirds on 'em!"

"Fuck!" even in the dark Andy thought his red face could be seen.

"Hey, look.. And," whispered James in his ear, "I got something else for
you."

"Wot?" Andy turned only to find himself being kissed firmly, if sloppily on
the lips.



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Chap 126 to follow