Date: Wed, 09 Apr 2014 17:29:58 +0100
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief encounters Chap 141

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 141 – "He is a fuckin' girl!"

There was no doubt that Charlie had won the prize for the most stained
underpants with his involuntary ejaculation, which added spectacularly to
the existing array of Harry's pee and cum stains. Harry himself was deemed
to be runner up having had the nerve to arrive wearing Charlies new briefs
which he had so thoroughly cum in less than an hour before.

The next round was due to be the best skidmark collection, something James
knew all about, even if Andy were wearing his briefs. However, luckily
before his pride could become dented the competition was unexpectedly
halted when Nigel returned to make a dramatic entrance by appearing to be
dragging a very reluctant boy with him.

"Who the fucks he then?" asked Ian not recognising the face at all. "Wot's
he want?"

"Yeah, wot's he bloody doing here?" added Harry now feeling somewhat
embarrassed at being seen by a stranger with his cummy underpants and an
unwieldy erection that kept popping out of the side.

"I don't fuckin' know, that's wot we're gonna find out." replied Nigel
pulling the recalcitrant figure into the centre of the group. "The little
cunt was spying on us and he's gonna tell us why. Now! Ain't you?"

"Well he'd better fuckin' hurry up." decreed Art, instantly switching to
autopilot and applying his X-ray vision to the boys blue jeans to determine
any bulges and clues as to type of underwear he had on.

The little cunt in question appeared to be about the same age, sported a
mop of curly blond hair and was generally rather scrawny with a truly fine
collection of facial acne interspersed with facial bumfluff.

"Wot's yer name then? Fuckin' Spotty is it?" demanded Robin, despite also
feeling rather silly dressed only in Richard's dreadful Y-fronts and
wellington boots.

"Uum... Colin..." stammered the captive.

"Fuckin' Spotty Colin." said Andy. "But you looks like a fuckin' girl with
all that hair."

"It's a fuckin' girl called Spotty Colin then innit?" said James.

"We had a gert dog once called Colin." said Robin, a useless fact.

"Does that mean Colin here's a bloody woofter!" Richard dissolved into
laughter at his own joke.

"Piss off!" squeaked Colin in panic mode.

"A woofter eh?" Martin studied the front of Colin's jeans.

Looking wildly around Colin concluded there was no obvious
escape. Surrounded by a group of sex charged boys dressed only in their
underwear and looking as though enormous drooling erections were de facto
equipment within the motley collection of underpants. It was a worrying
situation to say the least.

"How old is you then Spotty?" demanded Ian. "And, wot you fuckin' doing
here spying on us anyway?"

"Nearly fifteen." replied Colin very nervously, feeling distinctly
intimidated being surrounded by other boys when the truth was he was barely
fourteen and a bit.

"How nearly?" asked Nigel, who had his doubts.

Colin just nodded.

"Yer old enough to wank then?" Martin started to grin. "Maybe we ought to
strip you and watch you wank, since you've been fuckin' watching us."

"Yeah, too fuckin' true!" James was feasting on the front of the blue
jeans.

"Hang on fuckin' Spotty, first I wanna know wot yer doing here anyway?"
said Art.

"I.. I.. I lives down the road and I often comes here and.."

"Why? Why d'you come here?" interrupted Richard who really wanted to see
Martin's suggestion put into practice. "Wot for?"

"I like to see wot goes on when there's a school party." he mumbled looking
down.

"You mean you hopes you catches kids doing things?" said Andy.

James astutely added. "Does it matter if they're boys or girls then?"

"Uumm.." Colin blushed, Andy took that as preference for boys.

"You disgusting little wanker!" Robin was already thinking of the pleasures
ahead.

"D'you let 'em squeeze a few of them ripe spots as well then!" Harry
laughed.

Colin's blushes deepened.

"Well Spotty, looks like you really fuckin' struck lucky today then don't
it?"  Nigel winked as he turned to Art who had one hand unashamedly down
the front of his briefs. "Wot d'you think we do with him then Art?"

"I think," replied Art thoughtfully as his thumb passed over the gooey end
of his cock, "I think, that little fuckin' Spotty yer ought to do a fuckin'
strip tease so we can see wot pants he wears and so we's can check if he's
is a little boy or a little girl."

That suggestion immediately met with a unanimous murmur of approval and led
to several hands squeezing erections.

"We'll be able to tell from his pants." said Richard.

"Or panties." added Robin, with a certain inside knowledge.

"That's right and we'll have to have a bloody good look at his willy."
continued Art grinning. "Then, like Mart said, little fuckin' Spotty Colin
can wank for us while we watch him seeing as he's been watching us."

"Oh fuck!" Colin closed his eyes, knowing this was going to be humiliating
in the extreme.

It wasn't so much the thought of exposing himself or even masturbating in
front of strange boys, since he did an awful lot that at school anyway and
was as a consequence becoming known for his easy virtue. Unbeknown to the
boys surrounding him the truth, sadly or otherwise was that his genetic
profile was distinctly homosexual with a sex drive to rival Art's! Those
feelings were reinforced by his older brother Jacob had rather forceably
taken young Colin's anal virginity at the tender age of ten. Subsequently
they continued to both enjoy the act on a regular nightly basis, sharing a
bedroom under such circumstances was not all bad as Colin soon came to
realise when his sexual horizons were rapidly broadened as was his
sphincter.

However, his current concerns were not based any deviant sexual practices
he may be forced to submit to during his capture but, more the
accoutrements he had chosen for that particular days voyeuristic outing.

"Come on then Spotty, get fuckin' dancing," called out Ian, who like Art
now had a hand down the front of his briefs, "let's see yer striptease!"

"Yeah, you'd better bloody hurry before the rest of the class comes back."
said Nigel reaching out to prod Colin in the ribs. "Come on, fuckin' dance
you little tosser!"

With some reluctance Colin started to jig about and slowly unbuttoned his
shirt to expose his lily white chest.

"He ain't wearing a fuckin' vest," exclaimed Martin in disappointment,
"fuck! And he looked just the bleeding type who would."

James unaware that the purple head of his cock had escaped and was poking
out the side of his underpants, watched excitedly as first the blue shirt
was discarded and the second of the shoes kicked off.

"Come on Spotty we wanna see yer pants and yer cock!"

Colin nervously gyrated around knowing that it was time to undo his jeans,
that being something he could not put off any longer. Unable to face the
boys he turned to the castle wall and popped the button on his jeans
allowing them to slide very slowly down to his knees.

"Wot the fucks he got on!"

Harry being the nearest stared at Colin's delightfully pert little bottom
encased in some very tight and very unusual looking fabric.

"Fuck me, wot nice bum" Art turned to Nigel, "they're cute little pants,
fuckin' tight ain't they?"

"He is a fucking girl! I said he was fuckin' girl!" shouted Andy having
taken a second lingering look. "He's wearing girls knickers!"

"Oh fuckin' hell so he is!" muttered Robin to himself his cock lurching in
his briefs, really buoyed by the fact it now seemed he wasn't the only boy
to wear his sisters panties.

"They got fuckin' little flowers on 'em and pink fuckin' elastic!"
confirmed Martin in astonishment. "Fuckin' hell!"

Charlie said nothing, he simply stood there his mouth open, his hand having
found it's way inside the slimy Aertex briefs to massage the warm semen all
around his hard cock.

Colin was a brilliant red. Performing a sex act in public was one thing,
but to be caught wearing his sisters floral panties was another. And, as he
knew there was worse to come. Much worse.

"And, the little fucker's cum in 'em!" shouted Ian excitedly. "Look the
fronts all wet and shiny!"

"Wot, you means Spotty's watered the flowers!" added Robin to some
laughter.

"Wot a dirty little sod, who'd cum in their pants?" Art looked horrified at
the thought, immediately leaning forward for a closer look. "He fuckin' has
though, ain't he!"

"Wonder where he got that idea from then?" Nigel grinned.

"Fucked if I knows." replied Art innocently. "And, look his cocks all
squashed innit, that's some tight fuckin' elastic there!"

"Well fuckin' turn round slowly and show us all then." demanded Martin. "We
all wanna see."

Very red in the face Colin slowly moved around the group, the wet front of
tight floral panties leaving nothing to the imagination all of which meant
by now the very appreciative audience were all fondling their cocks one way
or another.

"D'you always wear them then?" asked Martin. It was certainly a new idea.

"Nah, they're me little sisters." replied Colin very hesitantly.

"So why you wearing 'em now then?" for Robin it was an important question.

"They're tight and they feels sexy..." that was as much as Colin could
reply, his mouth was now very dry.

"Wonder if she wears his pants?" said James to some laughter.

"D'you think if Art had a sister she'd wear his pants!" added Ian to much
laughter.

"Fuck off. Cheeky cunt!" replied Art.

"Hey, come on we ain't got all day so get 'em off Spotty and show us yer
willy." called out Nigel, "I `spect somebody will help you with 'em."

With that, every hand in the group seemed to want to help. Amid raucous
laughter hands were going everywhere, some inside the panties, some trying
to pull them down and even some wayward fingers were trying to go
elsewhere.

Now was the moment Colin had really wanted to avoid, cursing himself for
risking getting too close and being caught it was undoubtedly voyeuristic
pay-back time. Once his panties were dangling somewhere by his knees, his
freed cock immediately sprung to attention amid hoots of laughter from
those immediately in front.

"Wot's so fuckin' funny?" asked Richard peering round to try and see.

"Well, it's fuckin' bent innit!" replied Ian laughing and pointing with a
shaking hand. "I ain't seen one like that before."

"I have. Oh fuckin' hell, the poor cunt!" Nigel was laughing. "He's got one
of them special cocks and it means instead of cumming, he went!"

Everybody thought that very funny except Colin.

"Oh fuckin' assholes!" hissed Martin to Ian sounding rather worried.

"Wassup? Problem?" Ian looked, Martin had his hand in his briefs, nothing
unusual there.

"Don't say nothing." whispered Martin looking up and blushing. "I just cum
in me pants!"

Ian started giggle. "You won't be only one the way this is fuckin' going! I
ain't far off either!"

"Does it straighten out when you wanks then?" Harry was very tempted to
poke it with his finger but finally resisted. "Ain't got many hairs have
you?"

"Nah, no... not a lot."

Colin could barely answer for embarrassment. The difference between being
fourteen and a bit to being fifteen was astronomic in terms of genital
development.

"Well give us a demo wank then!" the way James said it there was no choice.

"He don't look fuckin' old enough with that bent cock!" said Andy laughing.

Poor Colin was one of those in the small minority who's organ, instead of
pointing ahead or upwards actually curved downwards. So severe was the
curvature that it went through almost ninety degrees to point to the ground
below. Normally he was used to comments about his malformed cock, but that
combined with being caught wearing panties and knowing there was more to
come he was almost in tears as he started to slide his foreskin
unenthusiastically back and forth.

"Bloody hell, look at that," said Art, "he's only got like the foreskin and
two inches at end to play with before he goes round the bend!"

James who standing directly in front leaned over to get a close up view of
Colin's two finger technique on the short length at the end. "You gonna cum
then Spotty?"

"Nah... don't think I can again." he dried up almost in tears, this was so
humiliating.

"Hey Spotty," called out Charlie, making his first real contribution to the
event having noticed Colin's final embarrassment of riches, "why've you got
a bit of string hanging out yer bumhole?"




"Hey, stop pissing I gotta idea!" called out David, "We'll get in a circle
and everybody use their right hand to hold the willy of the person next to
'em!"

"Yeah!"

"We're sure to aim to piss in the bottle then ain't we?" said Joe laughing.

"Course we will."

With a lot of laughter and shuffling about since the boys had their wet
underpants around their ankles they finally made a circle around Alex,
immediately grabbing hold of the adjacent organ as instructed.

"Right, Alex when we starts pissing you can start wanking." said Brian
excitedly. "Ready, one... two... three...piss!"

Licking the inside the string briefs Alex was on the way to heaven, quite
what the attraction was about being pissed over he wasn't too sure,
although he was sure that he loved it.

"Brian, I bought a large packet of Jaffa cakes for your friends."

Nobody took any notice, since over the general babble of voices and
laughter they couldn't hear the voice out side the tent.

Tom standing opposite the entrance suddenly felt the icy hand of fear
running down his spine when he saw the shadow in the doorway. But, it was
too late. Much to Charles' disappointment the hand which had been doing
such a wonderful job suddenly dropped from his erection, he turned to look
at Tom not yet guessing something was amiss.

"Oh my god! Whatever's going on?" Mrs Fuller looked around the tent in
utter disbelief dropping her shopping bag to the ground in shock as she did
so.

The voices rapidly subsided as her presence slowly became noticed.

"Oh fuck!" was heard to be muttered in the background.

Alex was on the point of ejaculation. Being cocooned and rather preoccupied
inside Simon's string briefs he was isolated from the surrounding events
and thus totally unaware of either the impending doom or the fading voices.

"I've cum! I've fucking cum!" he shouted triumphantly from his soggy patch
on the ground, a dribble of semen emerged from his overwrought cock to
cling to his fingers.

"Who is that? What's going on?" demanded Mrs Fuller she pointed to Alex,
his hand still stroking his twitching member. Looking around in
bewilderment at the semi-naked boys she finally fixed her stare on a
trembling Brian.

"It's.. Al... Alex..." croaked Brian after a pause.

"So you're, you're urinating over him?"

Utter Silence. Nobody could admit to it. Some felt the fact that they had
been caught playing with each others erections and now Brian's mother had
seen all their genitalia it was far more embarrassing than merely peeing
over somebody!

She looked around the group, this time taking in who was there and uttering
their names in a role call.

"Tom... David.. Simon.. Barry.. you're all here... oh my god! Even Robbie's
here!"

With that Robbie tried to disappear into the ground knowing that when his
mother was angry, was she angry! The signs were it was not going to be a
very happy day.

Wondering what on earth was going on and unable to hear properly Alex
suddenly sat up pulling the briefs from his head as he did so. Blinking in
the light he looked around the group like a startled rabbit to see Mrs
Fuller standing by the entrance looking far from enamoured with their
behaviour.

"Oh fuck!" he mumbled in fright, immediately putting a hand down to hide
his rapidly shrinking organ from her searching gaze.

Charles unaccustomed to a strong mother figure was looking very fraught his
eyes enormous behind his glasses, he felt for Tom's hand and just wanted to
go home.

"Right, you two," she pointed with a quivering finger in turn at Brian and
Robbie, "inside. Now!"

Shaking, Brian bent down to pull up the Aertex briefs which now soaked
resembled a wet dish cloth around his feet.

"You don't need those, get inside as you are!"

The humiliation was palpable. Watched helplessly by the other boys Brian
and Robbie naked from the waist down very reluctantly shuffled off towards
the exit flap.

"Brian!"

He stopped in his tracks and looked tearfully round, one hand trying to
cover his withered appendage from his mothers view.

"Anyway, who's underpants were they? They're certainly nothing I've bought
you?"

Brian, imitating a pillar of salt found himself unable to speak.

"Mine.." said Joe hoarsely on realising from Brian's expression that he was
on the verge of breaking down.

"I see."

It was the classic two word put-down that would imply distain and be
guaranteed to end any further conversation.

"I'll leave the Jaffa cakes."

Although David had met her several times he couldn't look her in the eye,
opened his mouth to say something although nothing audible came out.

With that she picked up the shopping bag to follow Brian and Jamie inside
the house. It was not up to her to discipline the other boys, it would be
far more effective to simply leave them wondering what the outcome would
be.

The back door slammed behind her as she disappeared from view.

"Oh fuck!" Tom was the first to speak, albeit his mouth was very
dry. "Reckon she's gonna tell our parents?"




Since Colin had been equated to the dog that Robin used to have, it seemed
only fitting that now they had discovered he his tail he should be on his
hands and knees.

"Bloody funny dog innit, one that wears girls panties with a bent willy."
observed Ian visually following Colin's delightful buttocks around as he
moved.

"Hey..." Richard was already laughing and he hadn't cracked his joke yet,
"hey, reckon he's wot they calls a spotty dog!"

"Come on over here Spotty," called Nigel above the laughter, "it's time we
pulled your tail."

Knowing that what was about to happen couldn't be much worse than the
humiliation he had suffered already, it was a bizarre twist for Colin to
find himself feeling quite aroused and secretly hoping the situation might
develop into some form of sexual game. Accompanied by laughter and several
lewd suggestions relating to his angular cock, he moved over towards Nigel
taking stock of the many bulges and associated frictional activities that
encircled him at eye level as moved about.

"You gotta be gentle with it as you pulls it." he said.

Nigel looked down to see Colin staring straight ahead.

Colin was metaphorically devouring the front of Nigel's burgeoning, stained
Y-fronts. A wet spot had formed under the waistband band being indicative
that something of above average proportions was desperately trying to
escape.

"You like staring at my pants then?" Nigel grinned. "Gentle with pulling
wot?"

"Don't mind, wotever you want!" Colin grinned back. "I was talking about me
tail!"

"You filthy little bugger!" said Art immediately picking up on the fact
that Colin appeared to be a more than willing victim. "Wot else could he
pull on!"

"I means, when you pull on it, it could hurt." Colin smiled invitingly.

Nigel flexed his leg muscles, his cock lurched in his briefs. "Me with
yours or you with mine?"

"Don't mind." Colin was definitely available.

"Don't fuckin' worry Spotty, we'll be gentle," Art smiled, one of those
smiles, "we're used to pulling things outta bums ain't we Nige!"

"And putting 'em in!" Nigel laughed.

"Oh..." was all Colin could reply smiling back at Art, the magic had
worked. He was under his spell.

"Come on you lot, we gotta be quick," called out Nigel looking up, "gather
round his bum, we're gonna pull Spotty dog's tail and see how big it is!"

Art bent down. "Spotty, how many pulls do we get, just one or wot?"

"About a dozen." said Colin, the more he thought of Art the harder his cock
became.

"Right, Spotty says it'll take a dozen pulls before his tail comes out, so
we can all have ago." announced Nigel laughing as he looked round. "So I
thinks that Andy and James should have the first pulls since they thought
all this up, then we'll take turns."

Andy wearing James' string briefs, which were now looking distinctly third
hand and very stained moved to stand behind Colin. Tentatively he reached
out for the piece of cord that protruded so temptingly from between his
legs.

"Go on, fuckin' pull it!" said James very encouragingly.

"Right. Spread yer bum!" watched excitedly by the boys Andy tugged on the
cord who were all rather surprised that nothing happened. "Art, how hard do
I pull?"

"How do I fuckin' know!" Art grinned. "Ask Spotty `cause it's his fuckin'
bum innit?"

Nigel looked closely at the protruding cord. "Spotty, wot's up yer bum?"

"If I can stop being a bloody dog," Colin looked up and grinned, "I'll pull
me own tail so you can see."

"Right, hear that?" Art looked round at the expectant faces. "so he ain't
no fuckin' Spotty dog no more, he's just fuckin' Spotty!"

"I'd like to take Spotty dog for a walk in the woods, tie him to a tree and
fuck the ass off him, wouldn't you?" whispered Martin to Ian.

"Too right I would," replied Ian squeezing his cock, "and I'd tie you to
another bloody tree and all!"

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Chapter 142 to follow