Date: Wed, 25 Mar 2009 05:27:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ami <amias05@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brief Encounters chapter 16

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: amias05@yahoo.com

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I like this chapter, but then I wrote it!

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Chapter 16 – A biology lesson

Next morning the school seemed to be absolutely alive with the buzz of
various accounts of how Mr Peterson had met his match in the gym with Art's
fourth year class. Depending on which version was being told it was
embellished upon with every telling and now appeared that Art was something
of a hero as he had encountered and faced Mr Peterson down all on his own!
Whatever the story, Art was now a minor celebrity and just about the entire
school was grateful for him being instrumental in the very unpopular
teachers demise. Of course, Mr Peterson had not yet actually left his post
but with school being rife with rumours it was pretty obvious what would be
the outcome would be as the deluge of letters to the headmaster from
concerned parents would soon dictate.

Art's celebrity status was all very well, but in truth there were not that
many celebrities who didn't wear any underpants and so in that respect Art
was in something a minority! Even thought he loved the new found feeling of
his cock and balls just moving about and rubbing on the thin material of
his worn trousers he was acutely aware that without anything to support or
contain his modest package he was very vulnerable to what might be politely
called `circumstances' which included anything remotely resembling an
erection or a wet spot which would be obvious to all!

The perils of this action were to become more than obvious to him that
morning when he sat as usual, next to Martin in the elderly Miss Olsen's
the biology class, which was held in a laboratory just after the morning
break. To the pupils it appeared that Miss Olsen had been teaching at the
school since it had opened and was decidedly ancient. Possibly even due to
be bisected herself! In reality she was due to retire the following year
which was probably just as well as latterly her classes were something of a
mixed bag. Discipline could be either really strict or more often than not
lax leading to noise which would invariably lead to her losing her temper
towards the end of the lesson.

Martin, who usually sat by Art at the back of the class in these lessons,
had witnessed the whole thing in the gym the day before and had been
fixated by the merest glimpse of any boys pink, spotty bum or hairless
scrotum in the changing rooms for some time. He had even wanked himself to
sleep the previous night fantasising about what it would be like to play
with a nice spotty bum particularly since he was no stranger to fingering
his own!

True to form, the class started out somewhat noisily and offered Martin a
golden opportunity to raise the taboo subject. Hopefully it might even
break the pattern of his solitary sex life. The episode in the gym had
given him a wonderful excuse and he was determined to talk about sex for
the first time ever - in fact he had been rehearsing to himself since the
early morning what he would say to Art. Now, the big moment had arrived!

Plucking up all his courage he leaned over the bench and whispering as
casually as he could make it appear, "Oi, Art what what's it like having
yer ass on display, I mean did you enjoy it? You gonna show it to me?"

"Shut up, you dirty ass lover!" replied Art trying to not to
giggle. Although as ever, being never one to lose an opportunity, he added
after a second, "Wot, you want to see my ass...really? I didn't think you
did sex!"

"Of course I do!" Martin replied boldly, admitting for the first time ever
that he did!

"Wank a lot then?" enquired Art casually with a sideways glance.

Martin coughed and hopefully moving the subject back to Art added, "Yer,
`course! So what about yer ass then, we're in the back of the class after
all !"

"Wot here? Now? You silly fucker" replied Art giggling again at the thought
of exposing his bum in the classroom!

"Well maybe not here," said Martin trying to sound as though it happened
every day, "but, I've seen you and Nige talking together, I think you're a
pair of dirty fuckers and I'll bet he's seen it!"

"What d'you mean?" asked Art rather quickly. He was concerned that his
secret meetings with Nigel were no longer a secret.

 "Well, ummmm don't you two wank together then?" said Martin. He even
surprised himself with this comment, not to say even surpassed himself by
asking that straight out! He nudged Art and even followed it up with a
wink!

Art had to think quick, he couldn't let this go "You silly sod, no, don't
be daft, no, he's my mate and we joke about it a lot, but... but, that
don't mean we do it... does it?"

A second later he added, "Wot you think we are queer or something!"

"No, no... didn't mean that." said Martin quickly, trying to retract the
implication, "No... I ... ummmm... I `spose not but...ummmm ... I was
... goin' to... ask ...if..."

Martin's bravado was deserting him. He stuttered to a halt and stopped in
mid sentence. Plainly he had something else to say.

"Goin' to wot?" whispered Art now very intrigued and could see Martin was
on the hook. "Come on, Mart, wot you gonna say, we're mates you know that,
so don't be shy!"

It now dawned on Art that he didn't really know anything about Martin or
his sex life at all. Maybe now was as good as any to find out! Nurturing
the start of what had been a promising conversation he could feel his cock
starting to grow. He just couldn't let the opportunity to find out anything
about another boy's wanking habits slip through his sticky fingers.

"Eerrrr, nothin'. No!" Martin went a little pink and looked down at the
desk. His confidence had all but evaporated. He knew now that he couldn't
go through with it. His hang-ups and embarrassment had won yet again.

"Nothin'? You sure?" Art looked down at his desk, he was wondering how to
play it and to keep the conversation alive. But there was the answer before
his very eyes, to his great delight he saw out of the corner of his eye
that there was a very obvious bulge in Martin's grey school trousers. One
thing was for sure, what with his experience of wanking with Nigel and now
freely talking about it he was not going to be shy about broaching the
subject with the obviously very inhibited Martin at all.

Looking pointedly down at Martins bulge he said, with the emphasis on 'you'
.

"Hey Mart, and when did you last have a wank then?"

As he expected Martin turned crimson with embarrassment and stuttered
"But... uummmm ... what... ummm... I... I ummmm don't know ... Ummm I
don't... I don't!"

He knew he had blown it and looked down in horror at the tent in his
trousers, muttering something under his breath about for once being honest
to himself.

Art, however was determined to pursue it and made a point of touching his
own, now very prominent bulge. He looked over at Martin's trousers and
replied grinning, "You lying fucker, you're as hard as hell! You can't tell
me you don't wank at your age!"

Martin just cleared his throat, closed his eyes and went a deeper shade of
pink. He knew this was his last chance and he just had to take it to escape
his own inhibitions. Although of course, he still did not realise that Art
was obviously leading him on!

"Well, we both got a boner now and I won't tell," Art gaily carried on,
"so, come on, did you wank this morning when you got up? I didn't have time
today!"

Why and how did Martin ever get himself into this conversation? Fantasising
about sex with another boy was one thing but actually talking about it with
Art who appeared to no inhibitions whatsoever was frightening.

Was this turning into his dream or was it going to end as a nightmare?

By now Art knew he was on winner and whilst Martin tried to compose himself
Art took the opportunity to have a good look at him, something he had not
really done before. He had to admit he had always liked the look of
Martin's tight little ass which for some reason always seemed to highlight
the outline of the briefs he wore – a subject so dear to Art's heart! He
wasn't very tall, in fact shorter than Art, certainly much thinner and as
Art concluded it was his short blond hair made him look really cute! The
bare five inches of boyhood in Art's trousers was now at full stretch and
the million dollar question going through his mind was what was hidden in
Martin's rather smart, light grey school trousers.

Would he get to find out it?

For Martin's part, knew himself to be very shy. Certainly as far as
anything sexual was concerned he had always been acutely embarrassed if
anything remotely connecting him with sex were ever mentioned. Part of that
was due to the fact his rather thin penis was not very long, although his
foreskin did help it look a little bigger! As a consequence he always tried
to keep it covered when in the toilets or changing rooms with his
classmates. He shouldn't have worried as it was no smaller than any number
of boys of his age.

The other cause of his anxiety was that he had been forcibly stripped naked
by three older boys when he was about ten in the local park. They had
totally ridiculed the size of his penis and as frightening as the
experience seemed at the time, he now had to admit that he had found it
extremely erotic to re-live the moment especially when they had tried to
remove his tight white briefs. At the time he had put up quite struggle but
they overpowered him and forced him to get an erection under threat of
putting something up his bum. All this whilst one of the boys actually
dropped his own jeans and white briefs to wank himself to a dry climax in
front of him! The incident really stuck in his mind but now it had become
transformed into the root of all his sexual fantasies. He was a compulsive
wanker doing the dirty deed every morning and evening. However, unlike many
of his peers he always managed to avoid being seen playing with himself
though his trouser pockets and so his outward impression was that he never
talked about sex nor touched himself at all.

Hence in total contradiction of that junior school experience, what he
really wanted and incessantly fantasised about when he masturbated was to
undress another boy down to his briefs and then be roughly undressed
himself. At that point, he was to be made to masturbate in front of him
wearing only his underpants until he came in them, just in fact as he did
when he went to bed most nights. The obvious downside of that was trying to
keep his stained clothing out of his mothers sight! Luckily even that had
been made easier as she had recently bought him three pairs of Y-fronts in
a very pale blue with white lining which helped to disguise those so
familiar stains usually seen on white cotton.

Lately though, that fantasy had taken on an intriguing new twist. He now
dreamed he would be stopped just before he climaxed, then still in his
briefs he would be put over another boys knee and gently spanked until he
came in his briefs.

He had absolutely no doubts where the spanking part came from, but dare he
ever mention it to another boy?

All in all, he was ideal fodder for Art, Nigel and their fantasies!

"D'you like girls, Mart?" asked Art, he already knew the answer, "Ever been
kissed?"

"No! No! I don't like girls, they're always laughing at me!" replied Martin
firmly.

Time for the clinch thought Art, he had nothing to loose so leant over and
put his hand gently on top of the tent of Martin's trousers and said, "If
you don't like girls, then I'll bet you'd like this !"

Martin took a deep breath and almost came in his pants, it was the very
first time anybody had ever touched him there. "Mmmm... yes... oh fuck!
Please... yes! " he mumbled.

Art was more than little excited himself and as best as he could, he tried
to control his own rigid cock which had by now got other ideas! It was a
losing battle as it was producing a few globs of precum designed to ooze
slowly out the sticky piss slit and seep right through the thin material of
his trousers. In fact just what he was trying to avoid!

"What pants you got on Mart?" asked Art nonchalantly, "bet it's white
briefs, I like briefs!"

"Ummmm... ummmm... briefs... yes..." Martin was trying to compose himself.

His dream was coming true. He dare not let it escape as he had been a
solitary wanker for nearly three years now and desperately, desperately
wanted to overcome his various hang-ups, embarrassment and his perceived
minimal cock size.

In a croaky voice he replied " Uummm... yes... umm... no, no they're blue!
New Y-fronts... me mum bought 'em... only the other day."

"My mum buys mine as well." said Art cheerfully, "I'd love some blue ones
though, can I see `em sometime?"

He rubbed the end of Martins cock through his trousers and was unsure if he
had detected whether matters were becoming a little damp inside or not. He
started feeling for the zip that was the key to what was hidden inside and
said encouragingly, "Mart, I can almost feel that blue material, so soft
Y-fronts, I love 'em!"

"I `spose... ummmm... yeah!" replied Martin who was not really aware of
what Art was after and was just mesmerised by the feeling that somebody
else was at long, long last going to take an interest in him and his cock.

"Here..." said Art looking down at his own tent. He took Martin's hand and
placed it on top of his own bulging trousers, "you try this one!"

That brought Martin back to life, it felt just amazing!  Probably it was
bigger than his! Everybody's always was! Certainly it was just as hard and
he even thought there was something sticky on the front of Art's trousers,
or maybe it was his imagination! His thoughts were interrupted by the
feeling that his own zip was being slowly taken down! But so what, this was
becoming more and more like his bedtime fantasy.

"Oh fuck!" he muttered to himself in excitement as Art's stubby fingers
slowly pulled at the zip.

"Nice eh?" whispered Art. His stubby fingers starting to make their way
past the white lining of the fly and on into Martin's very private blue
ribbed world. It was hot and damp inside, the feel of the ribbed cotton of
the obligatory Lyle & Scott Y-fronts, was fast bringing up his heart rate.

"Tell you what mate," said Art, squeezing his legs together in an effort to
keep control of his own cock, "would you... ummmm... fancy continuing this
in the dinner break? Down in the bogs by the science block?"

"Yes... yes... please... and... ooohhh... fuck yes!" Martin wasn't really
listening any more. His fantasy was fast becoming a whirlwind reality.

"Yer, and, you could show me yer blues pants then as well"

"Oh my god yes!!" breathed Martin, his cock twitching like it had never
done before.

The dribbles of precum had started and were making the pouch of his briefs
quite damp. Art's hand had now also found it's way through the slippery fly
and was at last touching his twitching prize, the precum being smeared in
all directions.

At this point Martin roughly pulled Art towards him and hoarsely whispered
in his ear something, which in the heat of the moment which he later
realised he shouldn't have said.

"Art... oohhh and... oh, fuck that is so nice... but please don't make me
cum... no... not yet... not yet, until you ohhhhhh reach my ass
... oohhhhhhhhh... just one finger to start... please!"

"Fuck! You got a foreskin!" said Art excitedly ignoring what Martin had
just said..

Not having one himself, he was fascinated by it! In the confines of the
briefs he started to roll it back to reveal the soft pink mushroom and
squeeze the piss slit which was now liberally leaking precum over
everything. Martin was in heaven, or at least nearing the very gates and
was on the point of losing touch of his surroundings, thoughts and reality.

Art suddenly realised what he had said and excitedly whispered, "Martin?
Your ass?? Ass, do what? What d'you want me to do then, you dirty fucker?
How many fingers?"

Martin swallowed hard.

"Don't be shy now, Mart, I'd love to touch your ass and believe me I will !
We all got secrets, don't be shy. Hey, wot else can I do? Mart, you got me
so horny! Tell me!" he said excitedly as he continued squeezing Martin's
sticky cock.

Martin giggled, "Would you spank me over your knee in just my pants!"
whispered Martin, now too excited to care what he said.

"You wot? Oh bloody hell Oh fuck! Not, you as well!" Art was taken quite
aback, he had never thought of Martin as a wanker let alone a spanker!

Out of control Martin tried to cross his legs to prevent the impending
orgasm, he just nodded and grinned inanely.

"Really!!!" Art was astounded, this was totally new ground, "You, you dirty
little fucker, you mean that? You like a bit of finger up yer ass! And,
being spanked? Fuckin' hell!"

Martin closed his eyes, his dreams were certainly promising to come true
today. His cock was now producing so much precum that his foreskin
literally squelched as Art toyed with it between his fingers. The pouch of
his briefs was pretty well soaked and the gooey precum was starting to find
it's way towards his scant pubic hairs.

All thoughts that they were still in a noisy classroom had long gone, lust
was king.

"Art, what could I do for you?" asked Martin desperately keen to keep his
mentor happy.

Art thought for a few seconds, "Put this lovely sticky cock of yours up my
ass!!" he said grinning.

"What! Really, are you joking?" Martin opening his eyes wide when the
answer had sunken in.

"No, I ain't! Really... and I'll do whatever you want in return... I will,
really I fuckin' will! I promise!"

"Fuck me!" was Martin's stock reply.

"No, you daft twatt... you gotta fuck me!" sniggered Art.

He moved Martin's hand off his crutch and started pulling at the zip on his
own trousers with his fee hand. Even at this stage the dark material was
soaked through and the zip appeared to be lubricated by his precum!

"Here have a proper feel at this!" he said guiding Martin's sweaty hand
towards the now gaping fly where his twitching cock was poking out. A huge
blob of precum was about to join the string which connected the piss slit
to the rapidly growing pool nestling on the pale skin of his tummy.

"Oh fuck!" gasped Martin as his fingers automatically wrapped themselves
around the slimy tube, "Oh fuck... it's all covered in ... bloody cum.. oh
shit, I never done this before..."

"Oh fuck! Is that all you can say!" said Art, "Go on give it a good rub it
won't fuckin' bite!"

Truth was it wasn't really capable of biting since it was absolutely rigid
and positively pouring gooey string after string of precum over Martin's
hand and of course, over Art's long suffering trousers. By now they looked
an absolute mess. The dribbles of precum were everywhere both inside and
out, the material was just saturated. Nigel would have been jealous!

"Hey... you ain't got no pants on!" Martin was shocked when he realised.

"Fun, isn't it?" replied Art smiling.

"You dirty fucker, but what about, you know... uuuummmm... `spose you
..errr!"

All inhibitions gone, Art answered the unspoken question, "Nothin' don't
show on me dark trousers does it! Anyway I always got a clean bum!"

A clean bum!

Of course, he hadn't thought of that when he had agreed to put his cock up
Art's bumhole! How clean was clean? In his excited state Martin wished he
could be so uninhibited as to be able to mention about having a clean
bum. Very daringly he added, "Well you'll be alright spanking me `cause I
got a clean bumm as well!"

"Mmmmm and d'you play with yer ass a bit then?" asked Art eagerly.

"No, course not." said Martin, "No, no that's wrong, oh fuck, yes I
do... damn it I do! I like it! I did it last night!"

Art smiled, "So do I, maybe one day we ummmm you know, together?"

Martin paused before answering, for a moment his inhibitions returned and
stopped him giving the answer he really wanted too. He changed the subject,
"These bloody cum stains on yer trousers won't go away will they... wot's
your mum gonna say?"

"She won't know!" Art replied without even thinking about it. Although
quite how he was going to hide the fact his only decent pair of dark grey
school trousers were now absolutely saturated in cum and other bodily
secretions was going to be another story!

"OK, right!" said Martin disbelievingly. He resumed work on the end of
Art's cock using the ever drooling precum as lubricant to massage the
underside of the quivering mushroom. It had a head that looked good enough
to eat, but the boys were not ready for that quite yet!

It felt as though the whole exciting episode had been going for hours but
in reality was barely only a few minutes. Art was certainly leading,
positively dragging the innocent Martin down a one-way street on a journey
he would never forget. It was time to change gear!

Art would occasionally remove his hand from inside the sopping wet blue
briefs to lick the precum off that was gathering between his fingers. This
was something new that really held Martin's attention as he had never
tasted his own juices and it didn't take him long before he too was sucking
sweet tasting deposits off his own fingers almost as fast as Art's
dribbling cock could produce it!

Art, forever destined to be the sexual adventurer, had now become so
excited that he had thought up a new move! He started by pushing more of
his arm through the open fly of Martin's trousers and pants until he could
press his wrist down quite hard on the top of Martin's slimy cock. Without
realising, the sleeve of his blazer was now acting as a sponge and fast
becoming saturated with Martin's juices. Unaware, he continued and pushed
his hand further in so that when his wrist was pushing down on the
straining cock, his hand could cradle Martin's balls and a finger might
just reach his bum hole as instructed. What amazed him was that either
Martin was a very sweaty boy or dribbles of his precum had managed to get
that far!

God, how Art loved other boy's fluids and smells!

Touching Martin's hot, juicy little bumhole was not so much like lighting a
fuse, it was more setting off a detonator! From the moment Art was able to
get his finger close enough to prod the bullseye than Martin went into
orbit. Writhing in ecstasy on his chair he was absolutely unable to control
himself! With his legs clamped tightly together his balls emptied
themselves! Squirting blob after bob of hot sticky cum over Art's trapped
arm and liberally coated the inside of his new blue pants.

Luckily, the commotion was masked by the general noise level of the class
although Harry and Andy on the bench in front did turn around and look
rather knowingly at Art and Martin! For all Art knew, it might well have
been the sort of thing they got up to as well since it was pretty obvious
to them from Martin's face that he was doing something more than just
enjoying the lesson! Naturally, it didn't and couldn't stop there!

Art was in a state of high arousal anyway and the very action of Martin
discharging his fully loaded penis all over his hand inside Martin's pants
started the chain of events from which there was now no chance of stopping.

The metaphoric hair trigger attached to Art's throbbing cock had been
pulled. Albeit rather sensuously by the ring formed with Martin's
forefinger and thumb hand as it slid up the slippery cock. On reaching the
sensitive spongy head Martin instinctively tightened his grip and for Art,
the feeling of another boy so firmly squeezing his cock just after
witnessing Martin's own powerful orgasm was just too much to contain.

It was less than a second before Art lost all control. His cock took on a
life of it's own and erupted in a fountain of deliciously hot, sticky cum
which coated the front of his trousers, his few pubic hairs, Martin's
sleeve and even onto both of their blazers.

Absolutely exhausted both mentally and physically by the intensity of it
all both boys momentarily collapsed. Martin was the first to open his eyes
and surveyed the scene, just about everything they had on had either
splashes or blobs of spunk. He was visibly shocked at what he saw, but not
only that as the smell of fresh spunk in the air was quite unmistakable!

"Oh Fuck... Art... fuck look at the fuckin' mess!" Martin whispered
urgently. He nudged Art in the ribs to take some notice.

"Fucking hell!!" said Art, looking down and sounding somewhat dazed "Ummmm
fuck, we gotta clean up!"

How? He thought for a second and then pulled the front of his shirt out of
his trousers and used the bottom of it to try to wipe the front of his cum
splattered trousers!

"Pssssssttttttt...!"

Both Harry and Andy from the row in front had turned round when they heard
lots of movement and the chairs scraping the floor. Harry was making a
gesture with his right hand, his thumb and forefinger joined to make a
circle which he waved at them!

At first Andy did the same, then he started sniffing and realised what it
was! His mouth fell open in amazement! This wasn't just Art going through
the motions he had actually shot his load in class! Andy leant over and
whispered in Harry's who in turned, looked quite amazed, sniffed and
mouthed the words "You dirty fuckin' wankers!"

Art, the classroom wanker supreme, merely grinned and gave them the V sign!

Poor Martin though, went bright red and easily confirmed what they thought
had been going on! With the tremendous sex drive the boys have at fifteen,
secretly wanking in class wasn't entirely unknown although most tried not
come in class, well at least not so it would be noticed!

They cleaned up using their shirt tails and snotty handkerchiefs as best
they could. Art's trousers were obviously in a dreadful state, but
naturally he thought he could get away with wearing them for the rest of
day. Martin had severe doubts as not only did they resemble the old vest he
used as cum rag which he kept hidden under his bed, but worse they smelt
strongly of boy cum!

A foray into classroom wanking under Art's guidance was certainly not for
the faint hearted as invariably all would end up looking and smelling
awful. Martin, was normally such a clean and tidy boy, a model pupil
even. However, he was now terrified that not only would other boys easily
guess what he had been doing, but how could he get away with it when he
went home since his mother was fastidious about his clothes and even ironed
his briefs!

It was when he started moving about in his seat that he discovered to his
utter horror that not only had his nice new blue briefs been stretched up
into his ass crack but they were absolutely saturated with cum. Worse, the
front of his once pristine school trousers were smeared and glistening in
the light. However, to crown it all the zip wouldn't pull up, Art had
forced down and it was now firmly jammed wide open!

"Arthur..."

Martin turned to Art, "Me fucking zips broke!" he blurted out almost
crying. The experience was beginning to take it's toll.

The cum was being absorbed and the stains now spreading. Altogether it had
been one hell of an initiation experience for the shy Martin.

"Arthur... Arthur..."

"Don't worry mate, we'll have a look lunchtime in the bog!" replied Art who
seemed to be totally un-phased by it all.

Martin again stared down at his trousers, the front gaping wide open and
showing the pale blue of his briefs. Staring at it in disbelief he wondered
if the wet patches could be easily seen on the light grey material. Yes,
they could!

"Arthur Weldon... I'm asking you for the third and last time... if you
don't pay attention you are on detention!"

"Oh... bloody shit!" muttered Art under his breath. No, he wasn't imagining
it, it was his name was being called.

Looking up he saw Miss Olsen glowering at him from the front of the class,
"Sorry Miss..."

"If only you were!" she barked.

He knew that tone of voice. It seemed that just lately almost every class
he attended ended up with him being made an example of or at least getting
severely bollocked. After yesterdays epic in the gym he wasn't sure how
more he could take, but then again he knew it was all his own fault.

"You are not sorry at all! You have talked and played around all the way
though this lesson. Just like you have done ever since I have known you! Do
you never learn anything Arthur?"

After the previous day Art was getting really nervous. This could indeed be
the prelude to something worse. He shuffled in his seat, his cum soaked
trousers now cold and sticking to his white skin berneath. He thought he
felt that his cock, the cause of all his pleasure and pain, had let one
last tiny blob of cum seep from his reddened piss slit to be absorbed by
his trousers.

"Yes Miss."

"Don't you Yes Miss me. You are a distraction in my class and whilst some
pupils may want to learn, you plainly do not! And as for you Martin, I am
surprised. I really am."

"Yes, Miss" mumbled Martin. Never one to normally receive a telling off, he
was rapidly becoming very nervous. The last time he had seen Miss Olsen in
action she gave the whole class a detention. Bravery was not his forte, he
felt his tummy turning over and tried to avoid eye contact with her.

The class was now very quiet, they waited to see what she would do.

"Arthur, did you take any notice at all about what we were going over again
today? I know biology may not be you favourite subject, but this is your
one chance to redeem yourself."

"Yes Miss." Art was sounding less and less like the supremely confident boy
he had been less than five minutes before.

"Come up here the front of the class right now."

"What! Me Miss?" he asked shocked.

"Yes, boy is there a problem with your legs? I only have so much patience."
She stared at him.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..."Art muttered under his breath, "What now... Miss?"

"Yes!!! Are you deaf as well as..." she screeched, "NOW!!!!! Or the whole
class will be on detention!"

This was the second day running he had been totally humiliated in front of
a class. The episode with Mr Peterson the previous day was not his fault,
he was just the catalyst for a bulling teacher who was going to get his
just deserts. On this occasion however, it was all his own fault and he had
certainly picked the wrong teacher to annoy,

Just as with Mr Peterson he was now experiencing that same horrible
churning feeling in his bowels, it seemed to grab him like an iron fist as
he stood shakily to his feet.

Why did he have to do these things? Why oh why was his life ruled by his
cock and not his head?

He looked around quickly as he heard his name mentioned by Martin who doing
his best to smile as encouragement. Martin thought that even for him it
might end in tears but it was worth the risk to him as he had emotionally
moved on which was a really huge step. He would help if he could.

Art shuffled forward, the class naturally turning to look at him he
approached the front bench, his shirt was still partly hanging out which
helped cover up his trousers which by now were sticking with the drying cum
to his tummy! From his appearance and the state of the clothes in didn't
take much for the more savvy of the boys in the class to guess what he had
been up to, if not in that lesson then certainly very recently that morning
whilst in uniform. Obviously there wasn't a fifteen year old boy there who
didn't indulge in masturbation and the familiar signs were there for all to
see! Without underpants the outline of his flaccid cock pressed against the
inside of the sperm soaked trousers was pretty obvious!

Some of the boys started to giggle when they realised what had been
happening whilst they had been making such a noise during the
lesson. Strangely, it was now turning into quite an erotic event, sex was
really in the air and the vibes were picked up by most of the boys. Many
quietly slipped a hand into their trouser pocket wishing it had been them!
Doubtless the majority were very much solo artists like just Martin, so
tonight might hold the possibility of a new fantasy for them!

The general noise level was growing and a few of the less inhibited boys
turned to look back at Martin and quickly give him the thumb and forefinger
sign so it wasn't long before he was once again bright red with
embarrassment. Made worse when he realised he was now sharing star billing
with the smelly Art!

"Quiet!!! I said, quiet!"

The noise subsided as Art neared the front of the class, those close to him
were getting more than a faint whiff of boy cum and a bonus close up view
of his damp, cummy trousers.

He looked awful.

Purposely standing a few paces away from Miss Olsen, he meekly said,
"Yes... Miss."

Somewhat taken aback at his appearance, "What do you look like? What on
earth of have you been doing?" she said looking at him in amazement.

"I... ummm had ummm an accident..." he stammered trying to maintain with
eye contact to keep her looking at his trousers.

"An accident???" she boomed, "What sort of accident... look at you! What
this morning? You are disgrace to the school uniform!"

By now muffled giggling was beginning to break out from the more
experienced wankers, she looked sternly at the class "Anymore of that and
it's a class detention. Do you hear?"

"Yes, Miss" came assorted unenthusiastic replies.

"For heavens sake boy, smarten up... and tuck that shirt in!"

"Yes Miss..." he muttered and started fumbling with the cummy shirt tail
which he finally managed to stuff back down his trousers, which in turn
then of course revealed the full extent of his cum soaked trousers.

Miss Olsen started at the dark grey material. She missed the small lump
with a little darker patch that marked for the experts in that field, where
his oozing piss slit was! The trousers looked as though they had been
absolutely saturated with something and were now taking on a distinctive
crystalline sheen!

She was perplexed!

What of course, Art did not know was that Miss Olsen was indeed a true
`Miss'. Having had never married she had devoted her entire life to
teaching and as a consequence and very luckily for Art, she had never ever
been intimate with man so was genuinely innocent as to exactly what shot
out of a penis!

The giggling started up again, but this time Art took advantage of it and
bravely seized the initiative. He may as well get hung for sheep as a lamb!

Looking her in the eye, he blatantly lied through his teeth and said, "It's
PVA wood glue Miss, I had an accident earlier and then... eerrrr... when I
tried to clean it up it all went like this!"

Stifled hoots of laughter and giggles came from Harry, Andy and a few other
boys who were sat there nursing their own erections! Martin just looked
open mouthed in amazement, how did Art have the nerve to say it!  Miss
Olsen turned "Class, I said quiet...now!"

Art's mind was racing nearly as fast as his tummy. He could see she was
weighing up the situation.

It was a huge gamble. If she didn't fall for it he knew he was either going
to be in big, big, big trouble or more likely crap himself as his sphincter
plainly had a mind of it's own! Indeed, he was now having to squeeze his
legs together to suppress something from happening!

The giggling continued, she just looked sternly around at the class and
raised one finger, it worked and they quietened down again.

"A very distinctive smelling glue!" she said, which raised yet more guffaws
from the back of the room.

Art thought, well maybe there was a God after all. "Can I go now Miss?" he
asked lamely.

"No!" was the firm reply, "I've taught you for about three years now and I
doubt if you have remembered even one lesson! Have you?"

Looking very shamefaced Art replied honestly, "No, Miss... I... I doubt
it!"

She had strong feeling that there was more to this than literally met the
eye!

Confronted by an adolescent with a more than suspicious looking stain on
the front of his trousers it really signalled to her that she was on
dangerous ground. Wisely she decided to quit whilst still ahead and
retained control of the class, she looked at her watch, five minutes to go,
enough was enough.

"So," she said firmly, "now, tell me about today's lesson, can you remember
anything? Anything at all? Turn around and tell the class what was it all
about?"

Very reluctantly Art turned a little to face the class, desperately afraid
that those who had not yet realised what he had been up to should find out.

"Well, ummm Miss." said Art as confidently as he could, "We was gonna cut
up that poor dead frog thing again and look at his bits..."

That certainly broke the tension and produced a roar of laughter.

"So you can actually remember cutting it up, the first time then can you?"

"Well... errr no..." said Art, "but we was gonna cut it up again weren't
we? Weren't we... Miss... were we?"

"No. We were not." She replied sharply. "You don't listen do you... you
don't ever listen... in fact why do you bother to come here at all?"

"Ummm... I... I... ummmm "

For once the truth hurt. Big boys don't cry or so they say, but after the
previous trials and tribulations of the last few days this was close to
becoming the final straw. Worse, it was in front the entire class. The
giggles slowly stopped and the room became silent.

Martin was wishing that somehow that he could help, after all he felt it
was his fault as much as Art's,

"Well, can you remember anything from any lesson at all? I mean any
lesson... remember anything... anything at all from three years work?"
goaded Miss Olsen.

She had put up with this boy taking no part in her classes other than as a
disruptive influence for long enough. And enough was enough.

It was three minutes till the lesson bell and they seemed like the longest
three minutes of Art's life.

"Just one lesson?" he asked looking at the floor so she couldn't see the
tears forming in his eyes. The events of the previous day were still vivid.

"Yes, just one lesson, not too much to ask is it after three years?"

Sill staring at the floor, he suddenly spoke, his voice close to
cracking. "Yes Miss... about them flowers polluting each other..."

Again the tension was broken, the giggling started again.

"It's pollinating Arthur not polluting... please class... quiet!"

"Yes Miss..." he lifted his head, "I can draw you a picture on the
board... I think..."

"You can!" she replied sounding very surprised, "You can actually remember
something? Well go on then, do it."

The class watched as poor Art shuffled over to the blackboard and turned to
face them, the cum stains on his trousers were now plainly visible under
the lights at the front of the room. For quite a few boys the sight had
become quite a catalyst and they were unable to stop giggling. Art very
quickly glanced down to see for himself and went visibly red on seeing the
stains which brought even laughter from the boys who instantly related to
his experience. And, there were more than a few pink faces in sympathy!

"Quiet class." boomed Miss Olsen from the side of the desk, "Well, come
along Arthur before the lesson bell..."

Biology may not have been his forte. But the one thing that Art could do
was draw and in a few short seconds he had produced the start of a
promising sketch of a daffodil on the board.

Miss Olsen was really quite amazed, "Arthur why can't you put that sort of
effort into your other subjects?" she asked.

"Dunno Miss" he replied, now sounding more confident, "Never thought about
it, I just does it!"

"You are a silly boy, please don't waste that talent?" she said. Perhaps he
wasn't quite as dumb as he appeared, maybe she would give him the benefit
of the doubt.

"Come on then," she added, "now quickly tell us how pollination works
before the bell goes."

Astute as ever, Art could see he was being given a lifeline, well after a
fashion!

Going back to the board he nervously drew in what bits of the flower he
could remember. Then he made his big mistake. Moving his arm across the
blackboard the sleeve of his blazer, which had caught the majority of
Martin's cum, started to leave huge slimy streaks across the board.

The class started laughing and two of the boys were positively in hysterics
when they immediately guessed what the strange looking marks were. Art
nervously grinned back at Martin who went bright red when he realised it
was his own cum being smeared across the blackboard!

Miss Olsen looked very puzzled and the sudden appearance of the marks,
"Oh... and magic marks now as well... class... calm down. Arthur name the
parts of the flower!"

Having been though hell and back already he now had to talk to the class. A
daunting experience even for adults. Very, very nervously he began.

"Ohhh ... ummmm... `an these are the petals here!" he said pointing to the
petals, "and I `spect this bit is where the bees and that would land before
they go off and do their stuff!"

Which brought another roar of laughter and even a smile from Miss Olsen!

"Stuff?" she said, trying hard to keep a straight face.

"Yer. That's right... stuff.. you know... wot I mean!" he said innocently
as he put his arm up to point to the stamen in the centre of the
flower. Unfortunately that left another shining wet patch on the board and
to the accompaniment of further guffaws he announced, "And this is the bit
that does the business, it's called the ummmm the hymen!"

The entire room was by now turning into chaos. The girls in the class
unsure whether to laugh or be embarrassed and for the more advanced boys
with a heterosexual leaning who knew exactly what a hymen was they too were
convulsed with laughter.

Miss Olsen was also by now smiling , she came to the front and stood by
Art.

"Please, please, class, calm down .. calm down... it's not that funny. Now
come on and lets finish this."

Standing by his side, she didn't realise that when the sleeve of her dress
accidentally brushed by the sleeve of his blazer that she too had now
succumbed to the trail of spunk he was inadvertently leaving behind him!

She waved her hand in a cutting motion to lower the noise level and turned
to the board pointed to the drawing of the stamen and said to Art, "Well,
so what is this bit called?"

The class waited expectantly, Art thought for a few seconds eventually
said, "I'm sorry Miss I can't remember wot it's called...  but I do know
wot it does..."

"Well that's something," Miss Olsen replied, "please do tell us."

"Don't know if I should really," said Art.  He paused and just like a
comedian with perfect timing he addressed the waiting class.

"See... it's a bit rude `cause... well, `cause it's really, well
it's... uummm... well it's the plants little willy... you know the bit that
makes the baby plants!"

Miss Olsen had no chance, she and the entire class were absolutely reduced
to laughter and then just to compound matters the lesson bell rang.

Bravely trying to keep a straight face she waved her hands in an effort to
clear the room, however when she saw Art and Martin trying to sidle off she
indicated to them to remain.

Closing the door she turned, " I don't know what you two have been up to,
but you both look very guilty to me..."

"Yes, Miss.." said Martin, he was, was very concerned not only with the
telling off but with the fact his fly might be open!

"Martin, I am surprised at you, I really am. Two reasons, first your work
is normally good and you pay attention. Secondly, well just look at you
today, you are generally very smart. Do I need say any more?"

"Yes Miss, I mean no Miss..."

"And, as for you Arthur... I really don't know what to say." She thought,
"The obvious thing is... that as I said before, you look an utter disgrace
to the school uniform. Although, if and I say if, indeed it was an accident
as you say, then maybe I am being too hard on you"

"Yes, Miss..." said Art genuinely contrite, "It was an accident, wasn't it
Mart?"

Martin nodded dutifully in agreement, it certainly was an accident there
was no denying that part of the answer!

"And..." Miss Olsen continued, "You plainly have no interest in biology at
all, yet you can produce such a beautiful detailed drawing of something you
must have seen at least two years ago. I just don't understand you Arthur,
I really don't."

"No Miss." Art really didn't understand himself sometimes either. If only
he could.

"So, I'm not going to punish you as such, it's rather pointless at this
stage as it's your last year of this as a compulsory subject and it will
not improve your interest in biology at all... will it?"

"No Miss... it probably won't!"

"So if we all agree on that, what I want you to do is not to mess around
anymore and distract those in the class who do want learn. Is that
understood?"

"Yes Miss." he replied. Thankfully relieved not be threatened with a note
to his parents as one more bad report from school just at the moment and he
knew he would be in even bigger trouble at home.

"In any event," she added on lighter note, "I think you may suffered enough
by standing in front the class as it was."

"Thank you, Miss..." interrupted Art, he really meant it too.

"But..."

She continued to make the necessary eye contact, "But, you will now sit on
your own and you will behave in the class even if you are not
interested. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes Miss.. " He wondered if that was it, it seemed to be.

"Clear?"

He nodded. Despite the fact he was subdued he was none the less very
grateful for the lenient way in which she had dealt with him. Much more
than he deserved and he knew it. He looked at the floor, then offered the
olive branch.  "Well, I could do some drawings for you Miss? Bit's of
plants or something?"

That really surprised Miss Olsen, maybe there was more to him than it
appeared "Well yes, I think you could." she said thinking about it, "Thank
you Arthur that's a nice gesture, leave that with me will you."

He smiled, "Thank you Miss."

"And..." she concluded turning to Martin, "as for you Martin. If I so much
as catch you messing about in a way that might disrupt the class you can
rest assured that you will be paying a visit to the headmasters study. Is
that understood?"

"Yes Miss." Martin was very contrite, this was the first time he had ever
personally suffered a real telling off at school. The occasion was made all
the more memorable in his mind by what might be described as the `ecstatic
guilt' of what had gone before!

"Good, now lets hear no more of this and get along to your next lesson."

"Yes, Miss..." The boys trooped out. Not it has to be said in the highest
of spirits but both knew there were very lucky to get away more or less
unscathed.

Walking slowly down the corridor Art eventually turned to Martin, he put
his arm on his shoulder, "Thanks mate, it ain't your fault. I just can't
help it... this wanking thing, it rules me life... I'm sorry and..
well..."

He sniffed. Lately it seemed to him that things were getting rather too
emotional almost on a daily basis, "It's been a funny week what with
yesterday and that."

Martin interrupted "Don't worry..."

Martin had heard the full story about Art being really hung out to dry in
the gym the previous day and thought it must have been a horrible
experience to say the least. Understandably Art was still probably upset by
it.

"Art, you don't know how much you have done for me today, really you don't
and..."

"Wot? You not angry with me after that bollocking?" asked Art in surprise,
"I though you were gonna tell me to fuck off!"

"Why should I be?" Martin stopped walking and turned to look Art in the
face.

"Oh fuck," Art had tears in eyes, "oh no! Not again! Why is everybody so
fuckin' nice to me... I'm not nice, I don't do any work... I'm ... I'm
fucked mixed up.. oh fuck! Fuck!"

"Bollocks," said Martin as he put his hand tentatively onto the top of
Art's arm.

"Please don't get me fucking crying as well, look let's just be mates and
you can... well, you know. I meant it, I did, really you know."

"No, I fuckin' don't know! Spell it out you daft fucker!" said Art smiling
through his tears. "Wot you trying to say?"

Martin swallowed, "Well like with me cock and uumm ass and that, oh
shit.. well ... you can do what you want to me!"

"You silly sod!" Art suddenly touched softly him on the cheek adding! "Now
don't fuckin' panic... it's just I need some good mates right now."

Martin stepped back in surprise, "Ummmm... oh fuck!" he looked at Art, "I
wasn't expecting that!"

"Neither was I ! "Art grinned "It's all right, don't worry... it ain't
love, I ain't queer, I'm just happy... but I think I'm a bit mixed up
today." Adding laughing, " Anyway... I won't tell if you won't!"

"Fuck off!" said Martin grinning as he started to walk off, "Now come on
you bleeding wanker, or we will be late again."

"Hey..." said Art grabbing his bag and catching him up, "and don't forget
the dinner break... down in the bog by the science block. I reckon we can
talk about things even if we are too knackered to do anything!"

"You filthy fucker, don't you ever stop?" replied Martin, "D'you know me
pants are all stuck to me balls!"

"So's mine! Want to pull em free? I'll see you there then?"

Martin thought, "Yes.. I'd like that, I really would."

Miss Olsen had a free period next.

Still thinking about Arthur she finished sorting the notes on her desk she
stood up and breathed a sigh of relief. Brushing the chalk dust off the
sleeve of her dress as she went out of the classroom she wondered whatever
was making it stick there!

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