Date: Wed, 12 Mar 2014 15:11:14 +0000
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief encounters C139

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 139 – All things bright and beautiful


Martin and Ian were two very tired boys. Deliriously happy, but very
tired. Staying up till gone one o'clock in the morning and taking it in
turns to shag each other until neither could raise an erection was they had
discovered, enfeebling work to say the least.

However, on the plus side it was more than apparent to both that they were
in accord with each other, in fact they had really fallen in love. Martin
had known for some time his preference for boys, whereas Ian had been
torturing himself to make the admission and then found himself smitten with
Martin. Having agreed they wouldn't outwardly show an emotional bond to
avoid any adverse reaction they had though decided initially to only tell
Art and Nigel, who they rightly assumed were in a similar position.

In fact their nocturnal activity had been so tiring that they were still
soundly asleep in each others arms at half past eight o'clock. After their
breakfast the two teachers appeared from the field centre thinking it would
be quite easy to get the boys animated enough to make a start for the day
by them having some breakfast.

"I see we got away quite lightly with only the one tent collapsing!" Mr
Woods indicated towards Richard's tent, now looking more wigwam like with
just the one pole holding it up. "At least this morning was promised to be
dry, so let's try and get them going a bit before the rain starts again."

"Considering all the rain, a bit of a miracle it's really only the one
tent." Mr Hawkins sounded a little puzzled as he looked around. "But where
are they all, I thought at least some of them would be up and about by
now?"

"Probably all asleep after a very late night of doing only what boys do!"
Mr Woods smiled. "Jim, look at it this way you are fifteen, first time away
from home and alone in tent with your best mate, what d'you think they're
going to be doing till the small hours!"

"Oh god! Sorry, I should have guessed, it's too early in the day." he
grinned. "Well we were all young once."

"Look, I'll begin to start waking them up, you man the field centre and try
to persuade them that having a wash might be a good idea before breakfast.

"Come on lads, rise and shine!" called out Mr Woods walking amongst the
sagging tents.

Nothing. No response whatsoever.

"Wot's he fuckin' shouting about?" whispered Terry to Clive, the two of
them cuddled up in the one bed, identically dressed in Terry's Aertex
underwear sets which they had worn all night.

"It's too fuckin' early, it's only half past eight, you don't reckon he
want's us to get up does he?" replied Clive looking at barely luminous face
of his watch. "Ain't nobody else up yet is there?"

"Nah. Fuck it!" Terry pushed his hand between them and confirmed their
briefs were still very wet and sticky with spunk. "Fuck getting dressed,
`cause I'm still up and it' must be an hour since we cum, so reckon we can
do it again? I think I can."

"Think so, just. But this time when we wank each other off I wanna squirt
inside the fly of yer pants."

"Right, lets do it." Terry giggled. "And, then we'll continue wearing these
cummy undies all day like we said we would?"

"Bloody hell, yeah!"

It was a totally different Clive to the very shy boy of twenty four hours
earlier now that his libido been fully awaked by Terry, who despite his
rather spindly and timid appearance craved sex.



"Come on boys, time to get up and have some breakfast."

Politely calling out had had little effect, so this time Mr Woods shouted
as he walked in between the tents. His suggestion brought distinctly tired
groans and a selection of muffled expletives from most of the wearied
incumbents.

"One more time boys," he shouted to reinforce the point, "it's time to get
up!"



"Bleeding hell, I feel like shit!"

Art tried to raise a hand to rub his eyes, but in the confines of the
single bed and tangled bedclothes it proved impossible. He did the next
best thing and felt for his erection finding it stuck to his briefs, both
heavily laden with semen and Vaseline.

"You smell like fuckin' shit as well!" Nigel laughed.

"Piss off! We both smell like fuckin' shit!"

"Bloody hell, the end of me knob really hurts!" Nigel tried to force his
hand between them to investigate why his cock, pressed up against Art's
buttocks was feeling so sore. "Move yer fat bum so I can get me hand down
and feel wot's wrong."

"How? I'll fall off the sodding bed?" they were so close to each other that
Art couldn't even turn his head to ask the question.

"Oh fuck!" Nigel having burrowed his way down to feel for the head of his
cock and had seemingly discovered the problem. "It's that fuckin' Vaseline,
it's glued me foreskin to me knob end, it feels like it's got something
stuck under it!"

"Wot's mean?" Art never having had a foreskin couldn't quite appreciate the
gravity of the situation.

"It's like having a stone in yer shoe innit?" said Nigel. "Except it feels
like having a fuckin' rock under yer foreskin!"

"Probably something you collected when you were up me bum!" Art started to
laugh. "That and some of that fuckin' smelly cheese stuff yer always
picking out!"

"Oh fuck you!"

"Now or later!" more laughter.

"Well now you can stop bloody laughing now," replied Nigel having
investigated further and wiping his fingers on the blanket, "`cause we're
stuck together what with that bloody Vaseline and wot's been leaking out
yer bum all night!"

"You wot! It's leaked, wot's mean?" Art was shocked, it slowly registered
what had happened. "You don't mean... oh no! Fuckin' hell!"

"Yeah, that's exactly wot I mean." Nigel was still sliding his hand around
between them. "We've been so close to each other all night, we ain't
noticed. Fuckin' hell Art, we're both covered in it and so's the sodding of
bed!"

"Well.." Art was for once stuck for words, panic set in, "Nige, wot we
gonna do?"

"Obvious innit? We gotta have a fuckin' shower ain't we?"

"Oh wot! Fuck no, I've had me bath for this week!"

"For fuck's sake Art, fuckin' grow up!" Nigel was starting to laugh. "You
can't fuckin' go around here with all this stuff dripping out yer bum can
you. Especially if I does it again to you tonight!"

"You will?" said Art excitedly.

"Course I fuckin' will, but only if you has a shower, I ain't going near
your bum like this!"

"Shower, wot now? But I was gonna have a wank!" Art was starting to laugh.

"No you're fuckin' not!" Nigel was laughing now. "You can have a wank in
the shower. Now where's yer bleeding towel, I knows you'd brought a yellow
one. You'd better keep them pants on till you get there, else you'll be
leaving a fuckin' trail behind you!"

"But they got a gert hole in the ass anyway!"

"Yeah, well squeeze yer legs together when you walks!" Nigel started to
laugh again.

"Piss off!"

A few minutes later found the two boys still laughing as they walked
somewhat awkwardly towards the fabled, if rudimentary shower facilities of
the toilet block with towels wrapped around them. Their timing was
hopelessly wrong as they found themselves intercepted by a rather surprised
Mr Hawkins who appeared from the field centre entrance as they approached.

"Are you two actually going to have a wash then?" he looked them up and
down and smiled. The fact they had bare legs and only a pyjama jacket was a
bit of a clue to what they might have been up to, particularly since he
knew only too well of Art's insatiable masturbatory habits.

"Uumm yeah... Sir... we was, well see, uumm.. it gets sweaty at night in
them tents." mumbled Art studying the muddy field around his feet as he
tried to concoct a believable story.

"You haven't been doing anything you shouldn't have you?" Mr Hawkins knew
he shouldn't have asked the question, but the pair looked so obviously
guilty it was irresistible.

"Wot! You don't mean us.. Sir... Sir?" by now Art might have been beetroot
red, but he had already seen the joke and was trying not laugh as he
continued to give the impression of innocence.

"I'm afraid so, unless there's somebody else here with us."

"Can't see nobody Sir." Art looked around again. "You see anybody Nige?"

"Nah."

Eyes closed, Nigel shook his head and continued praying that nobody else
would appear and see them there, looking totally ridiculous standing in the
field wearing wellington boots, pyjama jackets and wrapped in towels, which
of course they did.

"Nah, nobody." he reiterated without a great deal of conviction.

Unfortunately it was Art's towel that had originally captured Mr Hawkins
attention. Whilst Nigel's towel was a threadbare, nondescript pale green,
Art's was cream coloured emblazoned with large bright yellow teddy bears
and a fringe on either end.

"You know Weldon, if you," Mr Hawkins paused, desperately trying not to
laugh, "if you... if you, go down to the woods today you could be in for a
big surprise!"

Unable to contain himself any longer Nigel immediately doubled up with
laughter, in the process dropping his towel to reveal his oversize cock,
half erect and swinging beneath his balls in the breeze. Mr Hawkins looked
on in bemused amazement as Nigel struggled to cover himself up whilst Art
now became totally convulsed with laughter.

"I'm sorry lads. It was that towel, I couldn't resist it!"" Mr Hawkins
grinned. "Sorry Nigel."

"Well as it's you Sir, it's, it's alright," Nigel was bright red with
embarrassment, since it now looked that matters were rapidly developing
beneath the threadbare towel. "`cause you must see 'em in the gym all the
time!"

"That's one way of putting it, anyway I'm really sorry if I embarrassed you
both."

"It's alright Sir." replied Art still managing to give one of his smiles,
"It's me little brothers towel, I brought it by mistake."

"I had hoped it wasn't yours!"


By nine o'clock most of the boys had managed to deal with their morning
erections, partaken of a cursory wash and found their way into the field
centre for breakfast only to be shortly interrupted.

"Sir, Sir! Quick come and see..." shouted Benny bursting into the dining
area in an obviously highly agitated state, knocking over two chairs in the
process

"What?" surprised, Mr Woods looked at Mr Hawkins. "Moten, calm down, what
is it?"

"Quick Sir, hurry up, it's Steve and them!"

"Steve and them wot?" Ian looked at Martin.

"Fuck knows, lets see where he's going."

Benny had immediately disappeared back out of the building followed by the
two teachers and seconds later by all boys who were more than intrigued to
see what was causing the excitement.

"In there, I ain't going in again it stinks!"

Standing well back Benny directed the teachers towards John's tent, the
rest of the class gathered around and looked expectantly at the tent.

"Stand back lads, let me have look." Mr Woods knelt down and slowly pulled
the tent flap back so he could look in without the entire audience being
able to see.

"Oh my god!" he pulled back after a few seconds taking a deep breath of
fresh air and indicated to Mr Hawkins to have a look.

"Bloody hell!"

The boys looked at each other and wondered whatever could be inside the
tent to generate the teachers genuine shock.

"Well," said Mr Woods quietly as he turned to Mr Hawkins, "at least they
all seem to be breathing. Shall we get the boys to help us get them over to
the showers?"

"Why not, it'll be a damn good lesson for them about the power of drink!"

"Lads, now listen, we need a little bit of help," Mr Woods clapped his
hands, "but once I've told why, if you don't want to help then please,
please say so."

"Wot's happened then, Sir" asked James. "They ain't been murdered have
they?"

"No! But, it looks like your friends Steve, Edward, John and Dan have got
themselves very drunk. Very drunk. Amongst other things they've vomited
over everything inside the tent." he paused and looked around at the
shocked faces. "It really is a mess in there and we could do with some help
to get them over to the showers. But only and only if you want to, be
warned you might need a bit of a wash yourself after!"

There was no shortage of volunteers since in fact all the boys wanted to
help, as much out of interest and to see the devastating result of uncle
Stan's volatile alcoholic elixir as anything else.

"Wot did they drink Sir?"

"Judging by the smell and the empty bottles, I think cider," said Mr
Hawkins having had another look in the tent, "did anybody here know they
we're bringing it with them? Be honest, nobody's getting blamed for this,
but it would be nice to know."

"If we'd known, we'd have had some too!" called voice from the back of the
crowd to some laughter.

Judging from the sea of blank faces it appeared not, Mr Hawkins
continued. "Look, thinking about this it's not fair that any of you should
have to go in there so I'll help Mr Woods get them out here on the grass
and then we'll all help to get them over to the showers."

"Tell you what Lanin," Mr Woods smiled, "seeing as you were in charge of
tents and didn't have to get up in the night, just nip round to the other
side and untie the flap at that end so at least we can get some fresh air
going though."

Naturally, James was immediately followed round by the entire class who
tried to peer inside the tent as he untied the flap only to retreat in
utter disgust as the overpowering stench escaped. To the majority of the
boys it was not so much the dreadful vomit ridden interior of the tent, but
more the intrigue of the urine and the fact Steve and his friends had no
trousers on which ensured rapid speculation as what they had been doing.

As for the four boys themselves who were already feeling like death, to
find they were being manhandled with their underpants around their ankles
from the tent by their teachers to be then unceremoniously stripped on the
grass ready to be showered by their classmates was the ultimate
humiliation. An experience never to be forgotten.

Eventually at around ten thirty after being forceably showered, their
shrunken sexual appendages thoroughly inspected and inadvertently fondled
by the more adventurous sexually aware boys, they found themselves naked,
but wrapped in blankets propped up in the field centre feeling distinctly
ill and very, very sorry for themselves.

"I wanna go home, I'm dying," was all Steve could mutter, "I feels sick and
me heads gonna burst!"

His comments were reiterated at regular intervals by the other three.

For once Mr Hawkins wasn't particularly amused. Getting covered in vomit
and wasting the only morning that had been forecast to be dry was not in
his schedule.

"So what are you going to do now that you've vomited and urinated all over
your tent, not to mention everything else that was in it?"

"Dunno.." John looked blankly at Edward who burping rhythmically was
leaning forward his head felt it had split asunder.

"Well, seems to me you can't stay here if you have no tent nor clothes to
wear." he looked at them and concluded even if they did stay they wouldn't
be fit for very much anyway.

"No!" John looked up far too quickly, consequently felt giddy, retched and
then grabbed his reeling head. "Please Sir, no! Don't tell me mum, she'll
kill me!"

"That's a risk we are all going to have to take." he replied sternly. "I'm
going to the village to ring your parents and ask that they come and take
you and Edward home. I don't really think I have much choice, do you?"

"Oh no! Please.." John's voice faltered and gave up. There was no choice
and he knew it.

"What do you think you deserve then? Drinking until you were paralytic? We
all know the odd bottle of beer gets smuggled in, but to get through all
that cider in one evening!"

There was no reply, Mr Hawkins looked annoyed, he was annoyed. Very
annoyed. "Besides, if you stay here how on earth are going to live for the
next two days without a tent and all your clothes have been soaked with
urine and vomit?"

"I don't know." mumbled John in despair, maybe it was worth an almighty
bollocking from his parents if he could at least go home to die in his own
bed.

"You'd better rescue your clothes so you can take them home for a wash,
looks to me as though you will be wearing that blanket for the rest of the
day. Now, what about the tent? It's totally ruined and it stinks, do you
want your parents to see it or shall we try and get the farmer to burn it
for us?"

"No... no they can't see it! Please Sir.. get rid of it... please."

"Right, I'll have a word with the farmer and see if he can burn it." Mr
Hawkins looked at John, then to Edward who's eyes were closed, his head in
his hands. "You do realise that this in all it's horrendous glory is going
to be the talk of the school when you get back after half term don't you?"

"Oh no!" John winced at the thought of the details and speculation of what
they were doing in the tent becoming public knowledge.

"Wot about us then Sir?" mumbled Steve from the corner, he looked at Dan
still very white in the face, his arms firmly clasped around his rumbling
stomach.

"You two can go off and lie down in your tent, I'll check on you
shortly. If you feel sick for heavens sake go outside to throw up and do
try not to wet the bed!"

Feeling about an inch tall Steve and Dan very slowly tottered off towards
their tent, clutching the blankets around them with Dan having to
occasionally pause to let the violent stomach cramps subside.

No more than a few hundred yards away the rest of the class under Mr Woods'
guidance were supposedly getting their bearings around the castle. Whereas
in fact, those who took a keen interest in matters of the flesh were
actively combing the ruins for a suitably secluded spot to hold the
underwear show.




"Is yer mum still here?" asked Simon as he leant his bike up against the
garden fence.

"Yeah, but she's just been out and said she's going shopping in five
minutes." Brian looked down the drive and past the garage to the side gate
leading the rear garden. "Tom, Alex and Jimmy have just got yer and Barry's
been up in Robbie's room for ages."

"Wot have they been doing then?" Simon grinned.

"One guess!"

"Who else we got coming then?"

"Dave, Joe and Gogs innit."

"Mmmhhh.. shall we keep Robbie and Barry together like we did before in the
woods?"

"Yeah, I think so, then they'll just get on with it won't they? Mind you I
think they've getting on with it since Barry arrived!"

"Oi, Brian!"

Brian turned to see David and Joe arriving. "Stick yer bikes there with the
rest of 'em."

"Dave, you seen Gogs?"

"We thought we saw him in the distance didn't we?"

Joe nodded, "Should be here in a minute if it was him."

"You got everything, shorts, milk bottle?" asked Simon.

"Yeah course." said Joe patting his bag. "Wot's the bottle for?"

"Wait and see, it's only for a bit of a laugh," Simon giggled, "now I got a
sheet of paper and a pencil, so Brian d'you wanna wait here for Gogs and
I'll get started in the tent."

By the time Simon had torn up the paper and numbered the squares Brian was
ushering Charles into the tent.

"Who's keeping watch in case somebody comes?" asked David peering out the
tent flap and checking the visibility back towards the house.

"Till mum goes out, I thought we could swop over every five minutes or
something then nobody will miss anything," replied Brian, "think that'll
work?"

"Yeah, sounds alright, I'll go first then." said David.

"Right, each one grab a piece and whoever's got the same number is gonna be
your partner," said Simon, "except for Barry and Robbie who's gonna stay
together."

"Hey, she's just waved and walked off." David craned his head around the
tent to make sure he wasn't mistaken. "She's gone, cor that was quick
wunnit?"

"How longe we got?" asked Joe looking at Brian.

"She said an hour at most to me, so if we says we got forty minutes I think
we should be safe." replied Brian.

"Good, so wot we doing then?" asked Tom.

"Each pair is gonna undress each other in turn while we all watches. Then
they're gonna put their pants in that old shopping bag and get their vest
and football shorts on." Simon looked around. "But you'd better be quick
`cause we ain't got that much time."

"Wot order we doing it in?" asked Joe.

"Well both ones, then both twos and that, just like on yer bits of paper,
d'you get it?" said Simon. "Don't none of you think!"

"Piss off, how would we know that!" replied Jimmy. "We thought you'd be
doing it on willy size!"

It turned out to be a very erotic fifteen minutes particularly when Simon
and Joe took their turn. Not everybody had seen Simon in his new string
briefs and whilst initially being very embarrassed to be seen in them, he
soon became accustomed to the feeling. Joe, was only too delighted to not
to be the centre of attention in his pee stained Aertex briefs as he
watched Simon pose around whilst feeling himself through the string sides
as he held his milk bottle.

"Right, now get yer bottles and sit round in a circle next to yer partner."
said Simon. "You gotta pretend yer shorts is yer pyjama trousers, so they
just add to the difficulty."

"Wot difficulty?" asked Joe.

"Wait and see!" replied Simon.

"Wot you doing?" Jimmy looked at Charles, who now in his white football
shorts without his underpants was constantly playing with himself.

"Have you cum this morning then Gogs?"

"Nearly, then I stopped think of wot was gonna happen this morning."
replied Charles excitedly, his glasses wobbling on the end of his
nose. "Have you?"

"Oh yeah," Jimmy grinned, "in me pants when I was getting dressed!"

"Shut up!" called out Simon. "Now I don't know if this first bit is gonna
work, it was something that happened when I was in hospital and I thought
it would be a gert laugh."

"And?" asked Tom. "Wot we do then?"

"You gotta pretend you're in a hospital bed and you needs a piss and they
gives you a bottle to piss in, while yer sat up in bed."

"Wot's the problem?" said Alex. "That's a piece of piss innit!"

"Right, well the first one to do it gets the choice of who's pants they're
gonna wear after for the next bit." Simon looked at his watch. "Now look we
ain't got much time so I'm gonna time you, so you got one minute to piss,
"starting... now!"

"Oh fuck!" exclaimed Brian after a lot of fumbling "These milk bottles
might have gert wide tops, but you can't get yer willy in 'em while it's
hard!"

"And," added Joe laughing, "even if you do get it in, you can't fuckin'
piss, `cause you ain't used to doing it sat down like this!"

After lots of laughter and unhelpful comments from all concerned, Simon
called out. "Right times up, who managed anything?"

"I did one squirt." said Tom holding up the bottle with barely a quarter of
an inch in the bottom.

"Anybody else?" asked Simon, they all looked at each other blankly.

"It don't wanna work do it, bugger being in hospital!" observed Jimmy.

"It's me then is it?" Tom waved the bottle in the air. "So tell us, how'd
you have fuckin' piss in hospital anyway then?"

"Well, you gotta keep it in the bottle and there comes at time when you
thinks you're gonna explode, that's when you starts to piss!" Simon
grinned. "Strange thing is, once you've done it once you can do it next
time with no trouble."

"Don't like the sound of that." Tom looked at the bottle. "Well, so wot
happens now then?"  l "Right, well you chose who's pants you're gonna wear
then you hand the others out so that nobody get's their own. Right."

With a grin Tom nodded and delved into the bag, quickly holding up Simon's
string briefs called out. "I'm having these!"

"Oh shit!" said Simon laughing. "I bloody knew you would! Now you gotta
deal out what's left in the bag, but you gotta make sure that nobody's got
their own, got it?"

"Right." Tom excitedly looked inside the bag and already knowing who wore
what, proceeded to distribute the briefs to the eager outstretched hands.

"Bleeding hell! Look at the piss stains on these!" said Brian having been
given Joe's Aertex briefs, he waved them around in the air for all to see.

"Fuckin' shut up!" despite blushing Joe was starting to giggle and was
wondering how he would get inside little Jimmy's tight Woolworths briefs.

"Don't waste no time!" called out Simon. "Now when you've got 'em on, get
yer shorts on top. Move all the garden chairs into a circle so we can see
wot we's gonna all be doing."

"Lot of instruction stuff innit?" said David to Alex. "Wonder wot's
happening next then?"

"Gotta be something connected with pissing or bums if Simon's doing it!"
Alex grinned. "Could be fun."

"Well now go back in yer pairs and then one of you is gonna sit down,"
Simon paused theatrically, "and the other is gonna.."

"The other is gonna wot? Bloody hurry up, the other is gonna do wot?"
interrupted Brian excitedly as he struggled to contain his erection inside
the flimsy Aertex briefs.

"Well I can guess wot you're gonna do," replied Simon giggling, " `cause I
know you've done it before and really enjoyed it!"

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Chap 140 to follow