Date: Wed, 23 Apr 2014 14:57:33 +0100
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief Encounters Chapter 142

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 142 – He wants to be fucked by all of you!

"I think he's a right little tart!" Ian looked at Colin out the corner of
his eye.

"Wot's a tart then, I ain't heard that before?" asked Martin.

"I heard two blokes at the bus stop saying somebody was a tart who wanted
to be fucked. Didn't seem to matter if it were a boy or a girl."

"Oh! Boy or girl eh?" Martin poked him. "Reckon we're a pair of tarts
then?"

"Well we both likes it don't we?" Ian paused before whispering. "Mart,
d'you reckon I'm queer?"

"I dunno, you keep asking that. Maybe. Do it really matter wot you call
it?" replied Martin. "I know I am."

Unaware of the of the deep conversation going on between them, Harry was
interested in the more tangible aspect of Colin's tail. "You staying like
that then Spotty, so we's can all see then?"

"Yeah, if you wants or I could lean over something, might be more
comfortable."

Having recognized he was not being threatened in any way Colin was now
seriously trying to encourage some sexual activity. He was not to be
disappointed!

"Art," interrupted James, "so is you saying that Spotty's one of us now
then?"

"More like one of them!" replied Nigel to much laughter.

"Probably! He seems alright don't he?" said Art, thoroughly taken with the
idea of intimately exploring Colin's body. "So, is you lot happy with him
joining in?"

Almost immediately there was a consensus in favour of Colin being admitted
to their circle.

"So now we've said yer OK, d'you see that gert stone thing over there,"
Charlie pointed to some fallen masonry, "Spotty if you leans over that you
can spread yer legs proper."

"Alright." Colin willingly agreed seeing it as an opportunity to move
matters on.

"He's got a gert bent hard on!" exclaimed Robin watching as Colin slowly
stood up and began to move.

"Oh Fuck, you noticed!"

Colin, now definitely geared up for action blushed as they all turned to
look. Most were already playing with themselves anyway and Richard was as
ever positively dribbling precum and struggling to avoid ejaculation.

"Hard not to notice!" observed Charlie. His inhibitions were quickly fading
and being replaced by the intrigues of boys bums and cocks. Bums being now
a particular fascination since he had only very recently started to explore
his own.

"Now that's better innit?" Robin looked at Colin's white legs and buttocks
spreadeagled so invitingly over the fallen stone column.

"Right, now we can all see you," called out Ian moving closer "so Spotty,
pull yer fuckin' tail and lets see wot happens."

Obligingly turning round Colin reached for the length of cord which
protruded from his bum hole, wrapped it around his fingers and gave it firm
jerk, grunting in delight.

"Wot the fucks that?" Nigel stared at the bright green object which had
just popped out.

"One more, there's plenty there." without bothering to reply as to what the
objects were Colin tugged on the string to amaze the audience as a yellow
one appeared.

By now all the boys had crowded excitedly around.

"Wot the fuck!"

"It's some gert coloured beads he got up there!" exclaimed Robin.

"Cor, bloody hell," said Ian, "so they'll move about when he walks around!"

"Fuck, that beats our skipping rope handles don't it!" Art turned to Nigel
in amazement. "I'm gonna get some of them."

"Why ain't we bloody thought of that then?" replied Nigel. "Hey, Spotty
where d'you get 'em from?"

Colin could read Nigel's mind. "Pinched 'em off me little sister, but I had
to restring 'em in case they fell to bits up me bum!"

"You be shitting coloured bits for evermore!" said Martin. "How long d'you
have 'em up for then?"

"Longest was last week, I had 'em in all Wednesday morning at school. But I
had to make 'em slippery with me mums handcream or it don't work."

"Holy shit!" said Ian.

"That's right, you gotta have a shit first!" Colin blushed and then
giggled.

"Be a right fuckin' mess stuffing up yer bum if it was full wunnit?" said
Harry.

"I don't wanna fuckin' think about that," said Richard, "but, when do we
get to have a go at pulling 'em out then?"

"Now if you want, but," Colin grinned, "but, I wants you all to show me yer
cock inside yer pants before you has yer turn."

It didn't take long before every boy had dutifully walked around to show
his cock to Colin and then returned to his bottom to tug a wooden bead out,
the result being that everybody was incredibly aroused and openly stroking
their erection.

"Now you've all pulled one out wot colour is the bead left by me hole?"
Colin strained to look over his shoulder.

"Yellow." said James.

"How many's left then?" asked Art peering inquisitively between Colin's
buttocks.

"If it's green, then one yellow and a red one I think." Colin reached under
himself to unashamedly play with his own cock.

"Just like bleeding traffic lights!" said Martin.

"Wot we doing when they're all out then?" added Ian.

"Dunno?" Art looked round. "Any ideas, `spose we could all have wank?"

That produced affinitive mutterings.

"Or," Colin looked up and nodded towards Art, who as he rightly assumed was
one of the prime movers when it came to instigating sexual activity, "Art,
come here."

"Wot?" he bent down as Colin whispered to him.

A few seconds later Art stood back up. "Right, Spotty's gonna pull his
beads out of his ass so fuckin' watch closely."

"And, wot we doing after that then?" asked Nigel looking at art. "Wot have
you fuckin' cooked up now?"

"Hope it ain't taking long to cook wotever it fuckin' is, `cause otherwise
I'm gonna cum in me pants!" said Ian willing himself to leave his aching
cock alone.

"You just fuckin' wait a minute, then you all gotta follow me." said Art,
he leant over to Nigel to add. "You gotta go last, you got it?"

"Yeah, wotever." Nigel grinned and shrugged his shoulders, guessing it had
to be sexual and undoubtedly entertaining if Art was involved.

"Ready? Watch then!"

Colin wound the cord around his fingers and pulled it firmly, the two
wooden beads flew out leaving a gaping hole and several mouths gaping in
surprise.

Before the boys could say anything Art had pulled his briefs down, bent
over and rammed his drooling cock in the open hole as far as it would go
making Colin gasp for breath. Within ten aggressive stokes, his balls
slapping violently against Colin's buttocks Art was pumping hot spunk into
Colin's slippery anal tract.

Less than a minute later, grinning and absolutely delighted with his tour
de force of sexual performance, Art withdrew his slimy organ with a
plopping sound. Colin was left breathing heavily, his legs splayed across
the stone column acutely aware that there were dribbles of spunk escaping
from his open hole and sliding down towards his legs.

"Fuckin' hell!" exclaimed Ian looking in amazement at Colin, his bottom
streaked with Art's sperm.

"Spotty says he'll let you all do it, if you wants!" was Art's somewhat
excited, if breathless surprise announcement. "He wants to be fucked by all
of you!"

"Really? You're bloody joking." asked Robin unable to believe it. "It'll
fuckin' kill him!"

"No Art ain't joking, I really does mean it that's wot I told him. I loves
it." confirmed Colin much to the astonished faces of the boys. "Me older
brother fucks me every night."

"He does, bloody hell!" Richard turned to Robin. "Wish I had a brother!"

"So who's next then?" Colin looked hopefully around the circle of soggy
underpants and rampant cocks.

"Ian, you'd better fuckin' get up there, `cause you were the one who was
gonna cum in his pants!" said Art nodding towards Colin, "Honest Ian,
Spotty ain't joking he really says he just loves being fucked!"

"Go on then Ian, I'll go next." called out Robin.

Who could resist?

Even Charlie, probably the shyest boy there wanted the experience and was
prepared to bare himself for all to see even though he had cum only minutes
earlier and knew a repeat ejaculation wasn't possible. One after the other
the boys excitedly clamoured to be the next, although most like Art almost
were destined to climax almost immediately. If the rest of the boys were
ecstatic then Colin was deliriously happy and enjoying every squelchy
moment since there was the added bonus of inspecting each cock that was to
be pushed up him.

Positively awash with the accumulation of cum, his sphincter muscles aching
and seeming permanently dilated he found himself unable to contain the
spunk that now seeped from his hole and down his legs. The experience for
Andy and James, now having lost their virginity left them both determined
to try again after their failed copulation attempt the previous evening and
this time attempt some foreplay.

Even after their turn, Martin and Ian were desperately trying masturbate
each other as they excitedly watched Nigel prepare to make the last entry,
his cock positively dripping with precum and sticking out lewdly in front
of him. Harry, Charlie, Robin and Richard all had the same idea and with
hands in all directions were fervently attempting a second ejaculation as
they watched. It had been left for Nigel to go last, who possessing by far
the largest cock would undoubtedly stretch Colin to the limit in spite of
him having been virtually gang banged as it was! Despite the more than
ample lubrication Nigel had to really push to get himself inside as Colin
groaned with the alternate sensations of pain and absolute delight on
feeling himself being invaded as never before.

Art had ensured he would not be left out of the finale and had positioned
himself by the rock so that he could masturbate himself yet again, but also
achieve his goal and attend to Colin's bent offering as Nigel pounded his
bottom. Like the others, once he had entered Nigel found it didn't take
many thrusts of his mighty organ before he too felt the uncontrollable
surge of spunk shooting from the head of his cock. Seconds earlier Colin,
courtesy of Art's expert masturbation technique had also begun to ejaculate
and compliment the simultaneous prostate abuse by depositing an enormous
load all over Art's hand.

Quite understandably, Colin was to pay a heavy price for such gratification
and remained looking utterly exhausted both physically and mentally draped
over the column. After all the excitement even Nigel looked drained with
his exertion as he gingerly withdrew his cock, leaving a thick, glistening
trail of semen from Colin's open hole, he turned to lean against the wall.

"Oh fuck me!" groaned Colin.

Art had his hand still clasped around Colin's shrinking cock, his own
feeling distinctly raw having rubbed it far too hard in a failed attempt to
ejaculate yet again. Now sapped of all his energy Art had slumped from the
column down to the wet ground and was seemingly oblivious to the fact he
was sat in the middle of a muddy puddle.

"I think we all have now." said Robin quietly.

The events had happened almost too quickly for anybody to take stock of
what had been going on, leaving the boys reeling from the intensity of what
were for some a very new and exciting sexual experience.

"Fuckin' hell, all that in less than twenty minutes!" said Ian looking at
his watch as he slowly came back to life.

"Bloody hell, we'd better get dressed quick then, before old Woody comes
looking for us." Robin turned looked round for his clothes, immediately
followed by the others.

"Lads, where are you?"

Too late, old Woody was indeed looking for his lost flock.

"Oh no! Fuckin' assholes!" Charlie still wearing Harry's briefs scrambled
to get dressed, only to find the sperm laden mesh distinctly uncooperative
as it rucked up around his balls.

"Bleeding hell, somebody get out there and tell him we're coming!"
exclaimed Robin.

"Wot! I can't cum again that quick," Martin started to giggle, "you think
we're fuckin' supermen or something!"

"No yer right. Even Art couldn't do it that quick!" added Ian.

"No, I bloody failed just now!" muttered Art to himself disappointed with
his testicular performance.

"Where are you boys where are you, I don't walk round the whole of the
castle." called Mr Woods from the lower level. "It's time for some work."

"I'm ready, I'll go put him off." said Harry pulling up his jeans up and
scrambling towards the archway putting his boots on as he went.

"Thank fuck for that!" said James trying to untangle his legs pushed into
the wrong legs his jeans.

"We'll be down there in a minute Sir," called out Harry sliding down the
grassy slope towards Mr Woods and nearly breaking his neck in the process,
"We're all coming now."

"Wot about him?" Andy pointed to Colin who certainly wasn't looking any
better and showing little signs of getting up.

"Look, you lot go down to keep Woody happy, me and Art'll make sure
Spotty's alright before we leaves him." Nigel looked between Colin and Art,
there didn't seem much to choose between them as both looking exhausted.

"You be alright?" asked James as he headed for the archway.

"Yeah, if I can get Art to move his fat bum," replied Nigel, "then we'll
get Spotty organised."

With Art endeavouring to slowly pull his jeans up over his muddy wet
briefs, Nigel attended to Colin hoping to bring him back to life.

"I shouldn't have done it." said Colin ruefully.

"Done wot?" replied Nigel looking around for Colin's clothes.

"Let you all fuck me!" replied Colin looking at the ground. Homosexual or
not, the heat of the moment having passed he was now very much regretting
allowing himself to be abused by so many strange boys.

"Why? You enjoyed it and we really bloody did!" Nigel smiled.

"So did I at the time." he paused, looking very ashamed, "But see, it's
always been a sorta dream to fucked like that, but.. I means.. I knows me
brother does it to me most nights and I really knows I'm queer and that,
but.. but.. well I dunno, I think maybe it was sorta wrong to do it."

"I've done things that I wished I hadn't with boys." suddenly volunteered
Art much to Nigel's surprise. "I think I knows wot you means, you feels
sorta guilty don't you?"

"Bloody hell!" said Nige quietly. "He has got a conscience!"

"He's right." Colin managed a weak smile. "And, gawd knows wot I've done to
me asshole! It don't feel right at all."

"Well, lets get you sorted out then." Nigel switched yet again into big
brother mode and helped Colin to his rather unsteady legs, carefully
avoiding the seepage from between his legs. "If we gets you dressed, you
could stay here for a few minutes till yer able to walk home."

"You could always come and see us tomorrow if you wants," Art's smile
confirmed it was an invitation not to be refused, "right here, same time
and you don't have to do nothing Spotty... honest.. well, unless you wanted
like a quick wank or something!"

"Art, it's all you fuckin' think of innit? Wanking!" Nigel laughed. "But
yeah, why not?"

"Wot a gert pity you ain't at our school," Art reinforced the comment with
another smile, "you could be one of us."

"I'd thought that as well." Colin returned the smile. "Or, as some of the
boys at my school say, one of them!"



By three o'clock the rain had really set in again, leaving the distinctly
damp group of boys to continue their project in the field centre, which
would at least mean they had less to do when they returned home. Others,
notably those that hadn't attended the infiltration of Colin had thought it
a more prudent use of the available time to retreat to their tent on the
pretext of getting dry clothes and engage in yet another bout of mutual
satisfaction.

"How d'you wanna do it?" asked Clive. Lying on his bed, his hand already
pushed well down the front of his jeans. "Wanna wank each other like we did
last night?"

"Uumm.."

Terry was already geared up for something a little more adventurous, but
didn't want to dampen Clive's desires since their sexual relationship was
still only a few hours old and had plainly been an enormous step for him.

"Wot about, like we, we..." he grinned in the dim light, "I knows, I saw it
in one of me uncles dirty books.."

"Dirty books? Where'd d'you get them then?" asked Clive, never having seen
any and being totally unaware of his elder brother's secret stash on top of
the wardrobe.

"Hidden in his garden shed, me younger cousin told me he kept 'em and then
when he was out we looked for 'em." said Terry proudly. "We reckoned he
probably wanks over 'em, `cause the pages was is a bit stained!"

"Bleeding hell!"

"Anyway, they was girly books, but one was of a couple lying down and the
bloke had his face in her fanny bits and she was sucking on his gert cock."

"Oh..." excited, Clive certainly wasn't slow on the uptake, "so, so you
means we lies down and we sucks each others cocks?"

"Yeah. Head to toe like." Terry nodded frantically and began to push his
jeans down to expose the tent in the yellow stained Aertex briefs.

"We keeping our undies on then?" asked Clive reaching for the button on his
jeans.

"Oh yeah, makes it more fun don't it?" Terry`s eyes glinted in the half
light. "Shall I come over to your bed then?"

"Alright, but don't make too much noise."

"Ain't nobody gonna bloody hear us with all the noise of the rain, now is
they?"

"Course they won't, now so we just gets our jeans down and then we plays
with each others cock though his pants."

"You got it." Terry quite literally faced by a bulging pair of his own
heavily stained Aertex briefs only inches from his face had become
incredibly aroused.

"Bloody hell, you gotta wet spot is yer willy leaking?" asked Clive
starting to giggle.

"Bloody right it is!" Terry stared at the wet slit so plainly visible
though the mesh that marked the end of Clive's cock. "You're about to wet
your pants as well."

"Wot about..." Clive stopped.

"Wot about wot?"

"Well would it be uumm..." Clive paused again, "would it be too dirty if we
was to suck the end of each others cock though his pants?"

"No!" replied Terry quickly.

"So, you don't think so then?" asked Clive naively. "Wot with all the piss
and cum stains that these Aertex thing have already soaked up?"

"No! That's wot I wanted us to do and uumm..." continued Terry excitedly,
"and I've sucked me own pants at home, ain't you ever done that it's real
horny?"

"No." Clive was rather surprised having discovered yet another thing he
seemed to have missed out on.

Terry's sexual fantasies were now running unchecked. "Then, well see, well
why don't we uumm... well.."

"Well wot?" asked Clive excitedly.

 "Well I mean, well `spose we carry on sucking till we cums?"

"Wot, you mean we carries on sucking till we cums and... and.. then..."

"Yes, yes!" exclaimed Terry. "Don't you get it Clive, then, then we carries
on and sucks it right though the mesh and we swallows it!"


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Chap 143 to follow