Date: Wed, 13 Nov 2013 22:24:04 +0000
From: amias09@fastmail.fm
Subject: Brief encounters Chap 131

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 131 – Tom's bonding

By eleven on the Saturday morning it was turning into a rather grey day,
the sunshine of the last couple of weeks having disappeared predictably in
time for the half term week.

Tom had woken around half nine, leisurely attended to his morning erection
and distributed the emission over the corner of his blue striped pyjama
jacket. Once on his own, his mother having left go shopping he had finished
his breakfast and then returned to his bedroom. Leaning on the window cill
he stared down the street wondering when Alex would show up. There were
things on his mind, one of which being was he brave enough to pluck up
courage to ask his father a seemingly simple, but vexing question.

Sadly, gazing out of the bedroom window and down the tree lined street
didn't seem to magically conjure up a vision of Alex cycling towards him,
nor did help the fact he was now becoming bored. It was then he suddenly
remembered that Alex had said he might be late as he would have had to call
in and drop something from his mother into his grandmothers. And, there was
of course another reason why he could have been delayed in that he had
agreed to collect something from David who may well have kept him
chatting. That something had been barely whispered about and promised to be
very, very exciting, not to mention being classified as even one level up
from top, top-secret very secret.

Tom sighed, pushed his hand down the front of his elasticated pale green
shorts and played with his cock through his briefs as he began to walk onto
the landing and then stopped. He listened, once satisfied there appeared to
be no activity downstairs he crept towards the bathroom and carefully,
quietly locked the door behind him. Standing in front the washbasin he
slowly dropped his shorts to the floor and began to rub himself through his
briefs, today he had had to wear the pair of slightly oversize Y-fronts
knowing that at least nobody other than Alex might see them and laugh at
him.

He couldn't wait to see what prize Alex was collecting. It was by all
accounts the most unimaginable of the unimaginably dirtiest of dirty books
ever to be seen by boys, although quite where he and Alex were going to
examine this treasure trove now it looked like rain he hadn't got as far
working out!

The story was that Joe and David had discovered it the previous weekend it
having been thrown behind a secluded bench in a gravelled area of the park
when they were looking for somewhere to have a pee. In fact there were two
prize items, a few pages ripped from a typically English girlie type of
magazine and a complete pornographic booklet. It was understandably the
booklet that drew the attention since the contents were rumoured to be so
explicit it's existence wasn't even allowed to be general knowledge in
their tight group of friends, circulation being strictly controlled by
rotation.

All Tom and Alex had been told were that it contained colour pictures of
both sexes in some form of action. With that sort of expectation Tom was
more than ready to take himself to task again and quite naturally it wasn't
log before the front of the briefs were pulled beneath his balls and he was
again masturbating.

Unlike earlier in bed, this time the fingers of his left hand hadn't been
merely wet with saliva, but they been lubricated with his mothers Sunsilk
hair shampoo enabling them to slip effortlessly in and out of his
bumhole. Such was the excitement the whole performance only too three
minutes and didn't produce a great deal of spunk, just enough to make a few
slashes in the basin which quickly rinsed away along with the traces of the
Sunsilk. Patting his bum dry with some toilet paper he pulled up his shorts
and set off downstairs looking as innocent as he could knowing his mother
being out, that his father was probably taking advantage of the peace and
reading the paper somewhere.

"Tom what are you doing?"

"Nothing dad, just looking out the window."

Alan looked up from the paper, "But that's at least the fourth time your've
walked across hall, you're going to wear the carpet out."

"No I won't."

"What are you looking for anyway?"

"Alex."

"I might have guessed."

Tom, a hand already in his shorts pocket really couldn't wait for Alex to
appear and yet again crossed from window to window.

"Tom," finally Alan put the paper on the floor by the sofa, "come in here a
minute, I want to see you"

"Must I?"

"Yes!"

"Wot's want then dad?" grinning, he fairly bounded in the lounge doorway.

"I want you here, come and sit down a minute." patting the sofa by his
side. "Now."

"Must I?" Tom wandered slowly over and sat down. "Why, wot have I done
now?"

"For a change, nothing that I know of, unless there's something I should
know of!"

"Don't think so," Tom blushed, automatically confirming something was
afoot, "so dad, wot d'you want me for then?"

"Because we never seem to have much time and I just wanted to give you a
hug." the arm extended quickly around his shoulders and held him firmly on
the sofa.

"No! Dad no, it's all soppy!" Tom looked up, smiled, but didn't object.

"No, no it's not, we both love you very much."

"Ohh.. no dad, it's all soppy stuff. Please Stop it!" soppy or not, Tom
blinked.

"Anyway, I don't care if it is soppy." Alan smiled, "I think the last time
we had a hug was when we'd had a little talk about your body turning into a
little man."

"No dad please! It's embarrassing," Tom turned shyly away, thoughts of the
cum stained briefs flashed through his mind, "not that again."

"It's about growing up and not being embarrassing. I really ought to be a
good father and ask if there is anything else you want to know now that
you've developed a bit more?" asked Alan. "Honestly Tom, don't you ever be
afraid to ask me about anything, I mean anything."

"Uumm.. uumm.. I'll think about it." dare he pluck up the courage and ask.

"Anyway, while you think about that you can tell me what exciting things
have you done so far today other than wear the carpet out?"

"Nothing much."

Tom immediately blushed heavily when he said it. How could he possibly
admit he'd already masturbated twice and only finished washing the basin
less than ten minutes earlier.

"I have to say you look suddenly pretty embarrassed for doing nothing since
you've been up!" Alan squeezed his shoulder and winked which only served to
deepen his colour.

"Oohh... dad.."

"You know Tom," he squeezed him again, "you might not believe this, but
when I was about your age I did an awful lot of nothing as well!"

"Dad! Wot d'you mean?" he never finished the sentence, instead closed his
eyes and buried his head in Alan's chest. "No, you don't mean.."

"Yes I do! You don't have to be ashamed because it's all part of growing
up."

"Dad!" Tom's arm reached around Alan's back and held onto him.

Even Alan blinked and then whispered in Tom's his ear. "Y'know we could
have a little joke between us, just think whenever mum asks what you've
been doing and you reply, nothing!"

Tom's head slowly emerged, he was giggling even if he was rubbing his
eyes. "Dad that's awful!"

"I know, you might find it hard to grasp but we were all young once, just
like you!" Alan made eye contact. "And, I also know you pretty well and
that you want to ask me something, so what is it? Be quick before mum comes
back."

"Oh, I don't know, I think it's a bit, uumm..." Tom took a deep breath, "do
really you wanna know?"

"Yes, of course I do. I'd rather have you learn about some things from me
than a load of schoolboy fiction! Now, if I promise mum won't know anything
of what we talk about will you tell me?"

"Well," Tom was unsure id the word he was going to use was considered rude,
"dad, wot's a queer?"

"A queer? It's a nasty slang word for a homosexual man?" Alan was puzzled
it didn't seem quite the right language for a twelve yer old. "Tom, where's
this come from, why do you want to know?"

"Will you tell me wot a homosexy is as well then?" he looked up in his
face, there seemed to be no ulterior motive other than a quest for
knowledge.

"Yes alright, but first tell me about who used that nasty word queer then?"

"Well see, the bus was a bit late yesterday afternoon" he took a deep
breath, "so when Alex and me got off, there was two older kids, like
sixteen or something hanging about near the bus stop. They was from the
comp, I could tell and normally they've all gone home by the time we gets
there. So one of 'em shouts out, lets get them two little hooray..." he
paused and looked up, "from that posh school! Well that's not quite wot
they said."

"It's alright I understand that." said Alan who could see by the way Tom
was now looking it must have been a little scary. "So what happened then."

"Well dad, you knows Alex, he's frightened of his own shadow!" Tom managed
a smile. "So he grabs me hand, he always does than when he's worried and we
starts running away. But they chase us shouting out we're a couple of
little queers `cause we're holding hands and, and one shouts he fancies
getting the little blond one."

"Oh, Alex of course. Go on."

"Well, so then he starts crying, then we hear shouts that they're gonna rip
our clothes off to see if we're queers," he paused and took a breath, "and,
`cause we're queers they're gonna teach us a lesson!"

"It wasn't very nice was it," Alan looked at him, "so you were very
scared?"

"Yeah, we both was, well `cause they was big and catching us up!" he looked
wide eyed. "Really. Dad, wot would they have done to us?"

"Hold on, before we get to that first tell me how did you get away then?"

"Quite funny really," Tom managed a smiled, "we ran over the road and just
as they followed some bloke on bike whizzed round the corner and ran into
'em! Cor, they didn't half swear and one 'em was lying the road shouting
and swearing, so we just kept running!"

"So, you two could have been knocked over by a car running over the road
without looking then? That was a bit stupid wasn't it?"

Tom nodded and didn't answer.

"Alright, so you were very lucky and weren't knocked over and you got away,
so how's Alex now?"

"Dunno, really, he cried a bit on the way home. So d'you see, that's why
I'm waiting for him, I'll find out when he comes." Tom looked up. "Dad,
please tell me so wot's a homosexer bloke then?"

"It's pronounced homosexual. Basically," Alan tried to sound matter of fact
despite Tom's age and the depth of the question, "it's very
complicated. Simply put, it means that unlike a man loving a woman, a man
might like or love another man and they would be call homosexuals. And,
before you ask, say if a woman likes another woman they are called
lesbians. Tom, it's all adult stuff. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Uumm.. sort of.. but," Tom's brain was moving into overdrive. "but, they
don't always love each other do they, I mean `spose two of these homoblokes
just met in the street what happens then?"

Alan sighed, this was going deeper, possibly too deep. Before he could
answer Tom's hand found his and gripped it tightly, with Tom looking up at
him Alan found himself almost unable to speak.

"Please dad," it was the loaded question Tom had been wanting to ask all
along. "Dad, dad wot, so wot do they actually do to each other?"

"Phew! Tom, you do ask some awkward questions." the brown eyes looked back
expectantly. "You are so young and this is so tricky, it's all adult stuff,
but then I suppose it's better coming from me than some garbled rubbish you
hear in the playground."

"Dad, please."

"Tom, I really don't know if I should, you're too young for this stuff, let
me think a minute."

Alan stopped, now in a total quandary should he be even saying anything on
the subject The alternative being that since Tom now wanted to know and
would undoubtedly make enquiries at school would it be better to phrase it
nicely now or let him acquire a distorted schoolboy version.

"Dad." the hand squeezed his fingers.

"Well alright, I can't pretend I'm happy telling you this, but it seems you
are determined to find out. Well I can only tell you what I've heard and
you must understand it's an adult' world for this stuff," Alan managed a
weak smile. "and, I've never been involved!"

"That's good isn't it!" Tom looked up and returned the smile.

"Yes!" said Alan. "Now all jokes aside some of what they do sounds quite
disgusting, so if I simply say that grown men play with each other's
penis..."

"Oh is that all." interrupted Tom sounding strangely relieved.

"Tom listen. You asked about this, it's is very serious and it isn't just
the schoolboy stuff of just comparing willies, these are grown men," said
Alan rather sternly in the hope it might give the very sketchy facts he
offered some gravitas, "and male homosexuals generally commit," Alan paused
yet again, "I shouldn't be telling you this. They commit, what's called
buggery where one man will put his penis up another mans bottom."

Tom's heart missed a beat knowing full well that he and Alex had certainly
partaken of such pleasures, he burrowed yet again into his fathers
chest. Did it mean he was homosexual? Did it mean Alex was homosexual. Come
to that, did it mean most of his friends were homosexual.

"Tom are you alright?" surprised there was no instant response Alan leant
over and looked down at Tom's face, his eyes were tightly closed and the
breathing rapid.

"Mmmhhh... just thinking.." came a muffled reply some seconds later.

"Tom I know his is awful, but as we've got this far I want to say something
else, that now might make sense to you." Alan swallowed, should he even go
this far? "Do you remember we've always told you to stay well away from
strange men and public toilets, can you now see the reason if one of those
should get hold of you?"

There was no need to carry on, Tom was already sobbing into his chest,
thoughts of being labelled homosexual with Alex now taking precedence over
everything else.

"Tom, wot is it?" even Alan was getting emotional. "I told you this was
adult stuff, but I know you, you'd have gone and asked somebody at school
and been told a load of disgusting rubbish instead."

They just held each other, Tom now curled in a ball beside him on the sofa.

Alan cursing himself for saying anything at all. Despite knowing if he
hadn't, then the headstrong Tom would probably have sought the information
elsewhere on the very unreliable schoolboy grapevine. What Alan didn't
quite appreciate was that the main thrust of Tom's reaction was against
himself for imagining he was now destined to become labelled a so called
homosexual and that it wasn't so much the thought of the sanitized actions
which his father had tried so carefully not to describe.

Finally, after what seemed an age a very tear stained face appeared.

"But dad, I'd rather you'd told me or I'd have asked at school!" then
without any warning he burst into an absolute flood of tears and resumed
clinging onto Alan.

It was all getting a bit much even for Alan, he held him tightly. "Tom,
please what is it, what else is there you want to say?"

"Dad.." there was a very long pause, some sniffing followed by a barely
audible, "then I must be a homosexer!"

"Wot!" Alan sat up. "Absolute rubbish, whatever makes you say that?"

"Well, `cause..." more tears, " 'cause Alex... we ain't just done willy's
I've... we've..."

"Oh for heavens sake Tom! You're just bloody schoolboys, you're not
homosexuals!" it was rare for Alan to swear, however the truth had suddenly
dawned.

"Wot.."

It was now becoming clear to Alan what frighteningly dire thoughts must be
rattling around through Tom's twelve year old brain.

"We done willy's..." continued Tom in between sobbing, not really listening
to his father, "so.. am I really, really now, homosexeral... we.. `cause
we.. didn't mean it..."

"Right!" said Alan, very gently but firmly taking hold of Tom and literally
sitting him up so he could look directly into his face. He looked awful,
red eyes and tear stained cheeks, Alan almost cried himself.

"Tom, listen." an arm encircled Tom, "Now look at me and repeat after me, I
am not a homosexual!"

Still sniffing and somewhat shocked Tom repeated the words.

"And now repeat this, you say," Alan did his best to smile although Tom
couldn't see why, "I am definitely not a homosexual, I am just a normal
twelve year old boy who has played with his best friends willy and maybe
looked at his bum, but I wouldn't dare tell my dad that!"

"Dad do I have to?" Tom rubbed his eyes, slowly he seemed to be returning
to the real world. By the time he had finished, including the last few
words he was almost smiling.

"Tom, I love you very much," said Alan, that being an immediate mistake as
Tom reached for his hand and almost started crying again, "but now, I want
to hear no more of this homosexual rubbish, that's in another world, it's
an adult world. It's nothing to do with you at twelve or you little friends
even if you do get your willies out and play with each other, that's all
it's part of growing up at school. Please don't be ashamed, it
happens. Agreed?"

"Yes, agreed. Dad, I'm sorry I kept asking you, butt..." he rubbed his eyes
yet again, "I'm never going in public bog!"

"Well, I tried to warn you, but I suppose it's better you heard it from
me. Now there's one other thing you should know and it might make you smile
even if it makes me blush."

"Wot, dad I don't know wot you mean?" sniffing, he continued to rub his
eyes.

"Well, just so you know you're not the first and certainly not the last,
but there's somebody very close to you who when he was about your age also
played with his best friends willy.."

Alan was knocked backwards as Tom suddenly leapt up, threw his arms around
his neck and landed on top of him literally crying with delight.

"Well, we are a pair."

Bonding! It was too much of a release even for Alan, he wiped his eyes and
looked at Tom who now had a beaming smile on his face a blotchy red from
crying.

"Dad are you crying?"

"Please don't. Mum's going to be back soon, I think a wash with cold water
would do us both good."

"Dad," there was still no escape, "please, when Alex comes, would you just
say a few words about queers `cause his dad ain't like you and won't have
said anything, and I know he was worried."

"Tom, I shouldn't, I mean that's really up his father isn't it?"

"Dad." Tom looked really disappointed and almost as though he was about cry
again. "Dad, please.. just for me.. he's said he wishes his dad was more
like you!"

"Oh my god! Well alright," Alan sighed, it wasn't much to ask after what
had just happened, "but Tom it's going to be very few words because it's
not my place to do it really. And, don't you dare start on about
homosexuals or that'll really get him going! Now come on, let's go and
clean up a bit."

Five minutes later they were back downstairs, cold water being a great
restorative. Alan was in the kitchen making a much needed cup of strong
coffee when Alex rang the door to be excitedly ushered inside by Tom who
looked rather surprised that Alex didn't seem to be carrying anything.

"Dave, couldn't let me have it," whispered Alex looking nervously around,
"his parents caught him wanking over it last night!"

"Wot!" Tom's eyes grew wide. "They caught him!"

"His mum did! Luckily it was them odd few pages not the book thing,"
continued Alex excitedly, "he's hidden it and I'll get it on Monday morning
from him."

"Wot did his parents say?"

"I'll tell you later, he said they gave him hell catching him with a dirty
book!"

"Shit! Tell me later, but now," Tom continued to whisper, "me dad, says
he'll explain quickly about queers if, you still wanna know?"

"Yes, my dad just said it wasn't nothing." replied Alex, quite obviously
still troubled by the incident, "You're lucky with your dad."

"Yeah." Tom blinked, knowing it wouldn't take much to set him off
again. "I'll ask him."

"Alex is here dad." called out Tom, not that Alan hadn't realised that from
the sounds of whispering.

"Hello Alex," he appeared carrying the coffee, "you're looking smart today,
those new cream shorts? Tom, do you want to get some lemonade or for you
two?"

"Thank's dad." Tom shot off to the kitchen.

"Want to pop in the longe and sit down a minute, till Tom get's back?"
asked Alan.

"Yes please." Alex followed into the lounge and perched on the edge of the
sofa, he looked down proudly at the shorts hoping his semi-permanent
semi-erection didn't show. "Yeah me mum got me shorts in the market, I like
'em and they got proper pockets, back ones got a zip on it as well."

Tom returned with the lemonade and sat beside Alex on the sofa whilst Alan
smiled and thought to himself it seemed so unfair that Alex didn't have a
father who he could even talk to, maybe that related to his lack of self
confidence.

"Right." Alan was in the armchair opposite. "Well, uumm, seems you two had
a bit of a bad time yesterday after getting off the bus."

"I told dad about them nasty boys." said Tom looking at Alex, who being as
ever totally non-confrontational looked at the carpet and nervously bit his
bottom lip.

"Well, seems you got chased and they threatened you."

"Dad, see uumm, see Alex was worried about being called queer, `cause older
kids at school says it means all sorts of nasty things can happen to you."
said Tom, knowing Alex was too sensitive to really enquire even if he dared
raise the subject at all.

"I asked my dad," volunteered Alex much to Tom's amazement, "all he said
was queers was a word for dirty old men! He wouldn't say they wot did or
nothing."

"Oh, was that it." Alan smiled, was that the best a father could
offer. "Well, I think those two boys were really a couple of bullies and
were just picking on you because of your school and age and.."

Alan paused wondering what he could say that was totally neutral, only to
see from the corner of his eye that Alex was already nervously slipping his
hand into Tom's.

"And," he stopped again.

After having had Tom in tears for the last half hour to see there was
obviously such a strong a attachment between them with Tom almost acting as
protective older brother, the lump in his throat rather curtailed any
further speech.

He coughed and tried not to look, finally he cleared his throat.

"It's just like using another sort of swear word like," Alex's eyes were on
him expectantly waiting, "Oh look boys, I'm going to have to sort of
demonstrate to make the point."

"That's a good idea." Tom smiled encouragingly, now having nothing but
ultimate faith in his father.

"Well, like say when somebody say's, you little rat, it doesn't actually
mean you are a rat does it? Or like, you idiot when you are not really a
brainless idiot."

He was struggling, it was a difficult thing to explain without broaching on
the subject of homosexuality when the boys had plainly been exploring each
other, as only as boys of that age did.

"Alex, d'you see what I mean? So I suppose your dad was partly right in
that to say using the word queers was just an insult towards you two young
lads, as it really, really only relates to uumm, grown men who do
things... uumm, together."

Alex looked and the carpet and was plainly thinking there was more to
it. Tom though suddenly have a brainwave and immediately tried to distract
Alex's train of thought as he didn't want him any more distressed than his
father did.

"So dad," asked Tom excitedly, "so when, when they said they was gonna pull
our shorts off to check us out... well, I mean, uumm would they have, well
you know, seen anything to show we was queer like they said?"

Alex looked up, definitely interested in that answer.

"No, of course not. That was just absolute rubbish to frighten you," Alan
smiled hoping to conclude the conversation and lighten it up for Alex's
benefit.

"Oh, that all?" said Tom, who to be perfectly honest wasn't even sure of
the correct answer himself.

"Yes! I mean Tom, now think about it if you were to pull your shorts down
right now what could we tell from looking at your bits! All we could tell
was that you were a boy and not a girl!"

"Dad no! No! I ain't doing that!" Tom went bright red.

"I'm asking you too, they couldn't tell anything," Alan started to laugh,
"I'm just pointing out how stupid the comment was, they just tried to
frighten you that's all!"

The point was made. Alex, had already appeared to visibly relax and was now
starting to giggle, he looked at Tom still red in the face and squeezed his
hand before slowly letting it go.

"Now then," Alan smiled and waved a hand in the air, "will you two just go
off somewhere and leave me to finish reading the newspaper."

Alex stood up and smiled. "Thank you Mr Johnson."

"Alex, it's a pleasure, I just hope it all makes sense to you now, there is
nothing to worry about at all, they were just very nasty boys preying on
your age. You know you can always ask Tom and he can ask me."

With that Tom, compounded the situation by rushing up kissing his father on
the cheek and running out of the room followed by a smiling Alex. Alan sank
in the chair and closed his eyes, if nothing else his relationship with Tom
was getting stronger by the day.

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Chap 132 to follow