Date: Wed, 20 May 2009 11:51:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ami <amias05@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brief encounters chap 24

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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Here's a little clarification for those who seem to be confused by the use
of the word "yer" !

In the west of England where I came from it was very common to say "yer"
instead of "yes" and it also had another meaning for "your" as in "yer
pants!"

Hope that helps!


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Chapter 24 – But you hate football!

"Ah Simon. Good you're back, so what did you do this afternoon?"

"Well dad, you know Alex came over, so we ummm.. went to the park and had a
kick about with Tim from down the road."

"Wasn't it bit hot for chasing a football today?" asked Ted.

"No, it was alright, we sat down after a bit."

"Right, and where's Art? Any idea?"

"Right now? Oh, I don't know." Simon shook head innocently. He didn't like
lying to his father but this was more of a little white lie!

"Why?"

"Just wondered." replied Ted standing up and picking up his newspaper from
the garden bench.

"I expect he's forgotten your mum and I have to go to the hospital early
this evening to see Jim from down the road, so tea will be early. OK?"

"Yer."

"Simon, it's yes. Not yer!"

"Yer dad!" Simon grinned and ran off before the newspaper caught his bum.

Closing the bathroom door he was desperate to put something on his cock
which was now really stinging. What was there? Other than shampoo, soap and
the like the cupboard was bare. He had hoped to have found some antiseptic
cream or something similar, in fact anything! Disappointed he walked out
and was on the way back to his own room when he had an idea. Art had that
handcream hidden away, surely that would be better than nothing?

He slowly pushed the bedroom door open and peeped in. It was amazing, for
the first time he had ever seen it the room was tidy. Even the bed was
made! Tiptoeing over to the chest of drawers he looked on the top where had
last seen Art put the cream. It was not there. The wardrobe caught his eye
and he just couldn't resist going over and looking in the bottom drawer
where he knew Art kept the skipping rope.

Just the thought of seeing what Art kept hidden was enough to start his
cock off and seconds later it was once again rock hard thanks to Alex's
extended manipulations during the afternoon it really was feeling
sore. However, he thought that a small price to pay for what he might find
in the back of the drawer. First he was delighted to find the half used pot
of Atrixo and pulling the front of his elasticated shorts down he pushed
his hand down into his briefs and anointed the red end of his cock with the
cooling cream.

It was then he saw the real prize pushed to the back of the drawer. The
pair of pale blue bikini briefs that he knew belonged to David! He grabbed
them, put the handcream back and quickly made off to his own room.

Inside, he did copied Art's trick and put his schoolbag behind the door to
hinder anyone coming in unannounced. Then, moving over to the bed he
carefully laid out the blue briefs and again dropped his own shorts and
briefs. Bending over he attempted to rub his cock with one hand whilst he
carefully examined the briefs with the other. For a while Atrixo made for a
wonderful lubricant and he stoked his cock whilst examining the stains on
the blue cotton, it seemed very obvious that Art had been wanking into the
briefs. He sniffed them and decided that maybe he should wear them for a
night or two under his pyjamas before giving them back to David. It was at
that point he was to discover that it didn't take very long for the Atrixo
to lose it's lubricational qualities and that he was now pounding away on
the already raw skin. Just as that happened the front gate slammed and in a
panic with his cock now feeling somewhat worse than before he pulled up his
shorts and stuffed the briefs right at the back under his mattress to join
the rest of Art's hidden wardrobe!

With Art now through the front door he moved his school bag and hoped he
wouldn't look too guilty when facing him! Failing to adjust his painfully
erect cock to a more comfortable position he wandered out onto the landing
and heard his mother beginning to lecture poor Art who had obviously been
trying to creep in unnoticed.

"Arthur you look an utter mess! What have you been doing now?"

"Ummm..."

"Look at you, covered in dirt, all hot and sweaty! And your T-shirt half
out... oh what a mess!"

"I've ummm..." thinking quickly the best he could do was to answer, "I've
been playing football."

"What! You!" she shrieked in surprise. Her attitude changing completely and
she started to laugh. "But you hate football... it means running about and
exercise!"

"I got talked into it!" muttered Art, "And I fell over in all the dirt and
that.."

"I don't believe it... you running!" she was still laughing, "No! Where in
the park?"

"Yer. Now I'm gonna have me bath now and tidy up before tea, alright?"

She shook her head. "No. Not now, we're having tea early. Dad and I have to
go the hospital. Remember?"

"So..." Art could smell the revolting sticky mess in his jeans. He just
hoped nobody else could!

"So... I gotta have tea like this?"

"Yes. But tuck your shirt in! Have your bath after. You certainly need it!"

With Art now back, Simon thought it was about time he put in an appearance
in. Leaping down the stairs two at a time he jumped down the last four in
one go and landed so abruptly that the worn elasticated waistband of his
shorts couldn't cope with the G forces and they fell gracefully to the
floor.

Art stared in amazement, yet again that afternoon his cock lurched with
excitement even though confined within the two pairs of sticky briefs.

Simon was as surprised as his brother. Looking down in panic he realised
that his briefs were somewhat the worse for wear after Alex's exhaustive
exploration. His hard cock was just visible due to the slack elastic of leg
openings.

As ever, his mother seemed totally unphased by the sight and merely
commented, "Simon, I've told you before now don't jump down those stairs."

"Nice!" said Art thinking what fun it would be to slip a finger through the
obvious gap!

Simon's immediate reaction was to say "Ummm please... don't look mum!"

"Simon, don't be silly! I'm your mother... I've seen it all before!" with
that she smiled and turned to walk back to the kitchen adding, "And... I
hope you're going to wear some clean pants tomorrow!"

For once Simon was both motionless and speechless.

Art made a show of squeezing his cock and walked to the stairs sniggering
as Simon by now bright red with embarrassment as he clawed his shorts back
up.

"Hey," said Art still giggling going up the stairs, "don't forget to change
yer pants!"

"Fuck off!" mouthed Simon.

The call came from the kitchen, "Art! While I think of it... don't forget
that washing or I'll be up there to find it myself!"

That did it. Petrified at the thought Art replied, "Right after tea
mum... promise!"

"Good. Now wash go and wash your hands it's tea in two minutes."

The two boys were sat opposite each other at the table. It being Sunday and
being England the main meal just had to be a roast regardless of climatic
conditions!

"Mum..." it was Simon, "Why do we always have roast on Sunday?"

"Because that's what we do. Sunday is a roast!"

"But mum, it's too hot for a roast. I'd like something else for a change!"

"Chips?" asked Art hopefully.

"You eat what you're given... it's Sunday!"

"Why?"

Ted could visualise this line of conversation ending in total anarchy. He
butted in.

"So, you've both being playing football?" he asked, "You... Art... football
is that right?"

"Course!" he replied as though it happened every day.

"Did you see Simon then?" said Ted looking at the two boys in turn, "You
were both in the park. Weren't you?"

"Ummm... " said Simon, "No didn't. It's a big place dad and lot's of kids
kicking balls about."

"Art," Ted asked in disbelief, "you actually kicked a ball then Art?"

"Yer, course. Football isn't it?"

"Yes." Ted was still amazed, "Wish I'd seen that!"

"Shame you didn't you see Simon?" asked his mother.

"I might have seen him in the distance." said Art trying to sound
convincing.

"Right." said Ted.

Never one to quit whilst ahead Art asked, "Hey Si, were you running about
with them shorts on which fall down then?"

"What?" said Ted.

"Yer, dad, " said Art, twisting the knife, "if he jumps up and down his
shorts fall down and we all see his pants! Go on do it for us now!"

Simon scowled. "Gggrrrr..."

"Yes, Simon those shorts do need some new elastic. I'll do it for you this
week."

"Thanks mum." grunted Simon now red with embarrassment yet again. If he
could have killed Art with his knife and fork he would have! Instead he
lashed out with his foot and managed to land a glancing blow between Art's
legs.

"Ohhh! You little..." Art just stopped in time before he called Simon
something very naughty. He reached down to rub his rather overworked balls
and hoped his actions weren't noticed.

Simon smiled benignly as Art made a face and mouthed the words "I'll
fuckin' get you!"

"What's going on now?" asked Ted looking up from his food and sensing
something, probably, trouble was afoot.

"Nothing." said Art shuffling his sore bum on the hard chair. The two pairs
of tight briefs were now stuck fast to everything and any involuntary
movement made him feel as if his wispy pubic hairs were being pulled out
one by one.

"Nothing, oh good! How unusual!" said Ted smiling, "Art I would have liked
to hear a report of somebody having seen you running, just for once! I mean
look at you, you must have done quite some exercise to end up looking like
that!"

"And you smell!" crowed Simon, not realising he was starting to dig his own
grave.

Art scowled. He certainly did smell, but it wasn't sweat.

"Simon, don't be rude." said Ted.

"Sorry dad."

"And, say sorry to Art."

"Sorry Art." said Simon not sounding it in the slightest. Adding, "Can you
pass the gravy please?"

As Art stretched forward his T-shirt which was barely covering his cum
soaked jeans pulled up. For a moment Simon thought he smelt something which
was becoming rather familiar. Wrinkling his nose up he pretended to sniff,
something that was not lost on Ted.

Art's heart started beating faster. If only Simon would shut up! This was
one situation he just had to brazen out.

Luckily the rest of the meal passed more or less normally and Simon
reverted to normal. Had Art not stood next to his father when they were
clearing away he would probably have escaped unscathed. It was not to be.

"Art, come over here a second."

"Wot, dad?" said Art suspiciously.

"Wot is it dad?" asked Simon going over as well.

"Nothing to do with you nosey, now hop it!" replied Ted grinning. "I want a
word with Art... come out in the garden."

Art knew something was up. He looked a mess and smelt of cum, but at least
his father had so far been very understanding. He only hoped it would
continue so.

Ted coughed, "Uummm... Art... this is tricky!"

"Oh dad! I had a feeling it might be!" muttered Art looking at the ground
and kicking the path.

"So, you know don't you? Is what I think it is... is that what I can really
smell?"

Art just nodded and stared at the ground.

"In your pants? You really smell of it, you know that?"

Art nodded, absolutely crimson with embarrassment.

Ted put his arm around his shoulder, "Art, I have two choices either I can
go bloody mad or we can talk it through... which?"

"Talk." grunted Art his mouth dry.

"But only if you are honest."

"Yer, right."

"So what are we going to do with you? You can't go about doing this, can
you?"

"No. It was an accident."

"Really? Tell me then..."

He looked up. His father was waiting.

"Uumm... must I? Dad?" he asked plaintively.

"Yes. Yes, you must." Ted replied very firmly, "Art I can't have you doing
this sort of thing anywhere outside. Look at the mess you came home from
school in the other day. You might be masturbation mad but you just have to
contain it. Well at least to this house if nothing else."

"Oh god!" Art took a deep breath, "It was after the football. I was lying
on the grass with Nige... and... I told you me and him, well we of sort of
talk about it... well..."

"And... well? What then?"

It certainly wasn't titillation Ted was after, he was trying to make Art
realize what he had been doing in a public place.

"Well he said he got..." He looked up, "Dad must I?"

"Yes, you must. Go on."

"Ummm.. he got a ummm hard on..." Art faltered, "and he started... you
know..."

"No I don't. What? What then?"

"He was humping the grass and..."

"Oh my God. And, you were that desperate you joined him... in the park full
of people on a Sunday afternoon!"

"Yer... and..."

"Jesus! And then you came in your pants?"

Art nodded staring at the ground.

"Now, you say it... all of it!"

"Ummm... I ummm dad...uummm...  I came in my pants in the park!"

He felt awful. It wasn't so much for admitting to it, but more for the fact
that he was lying to his father. Something he never had done before. Like
Simon, the odd white lie maybe, but nothing ever as blatant as this.

"Bloody hell Art." It was becoming one of the very rare occasions when Ted
was on the verge of losing his temper.

"I can't tell your mother this, she'll throw you out the bloody house."

"Dad! No!" he was getting close to tears. "Please help me..."

"Well come on then, what's the rest of it? Tell me..." Ted ignored the
emotion and carried on, "The other day when you came home from school what
was all that about?"

More lies. They would not help his conscience nor emotional state. Art felt
dreadful.

"I was ...  ummm ... you know... playing with meself through me pockets on
the bus..."

"And, let me guess you came in your pants again? Jesus Art, you fucking
idiot!"

Art nodded, he couldn't look his father in the eye. He just wanted the
ground to open and swallow him up. Art had never treated his father like
this before, he was such an understanding and gentle man. He couldn't wish
for a nicer father and had never heard him swear like that before, this was
over the limit.

"Do you have ummm... a thing about cumming in your underpants then?"

Shaking his head violently Art lied again. "No."

"Well, that's something. But what are we going to do?"

Ted looked down at Art. He looked absolutely distraught, bright red in the
face, tears in his eyes, sweating and wringing his hands. Maybe the
seriousness of the situation was getting finally through.

"I might have to have word with somebody at school! You just can't go
around doing this. Can you?"

"No, no. Please no, not school!"

"Well what shall we do? You tell me!"

Art clutched him tight, "I don't know! Dad, I don't know. I can't help it!"

"I know that! It's obvious!" said Ted, "But how are we going to get you to
control yourself? You just can't just go around ejaculating everywhere in
public can you? For Christ's sake Art, suppose somebody saw you and told
the police or something!"

"Oh God! No dad." Tears were forming.

"Look, I have to go out now with mum and I don't want her to hear about
this.. yet! You'd better think about it. We will talk later. OK?"

"You won't tell her will you?" Art asked scared stiff. This certainly
warranted some serious thought on his part.

"No." said Ted and wagging a finger at him, "Not for now anyway. So don't
let mum or Simon see you like this or they'll be asking questions. This is
between you and me for the minute. Just stay here and get yourself
together."

"Thanks dad." he looked and made eye contact. "I love you..."

"I know. But you've got a bloody hell of a way of showing it!" Ted smiled
and ran his hand through his hair, "What the hell's in your hair? It's all
stuck together?"

Art just shook his head. A tear rang down his face, he looked him in the
eye again.

"Dad..."

"Oh Christ, Art! Don't say anything else." Ted was feeling it as well
now. "You have that bath and for God's sake get these clothes washed as
soon as we have gone. Right?"

"Yer.. thanks dad!"

Ted walked off quickly rubbing his eyes as he went. What a boy, whatever
next.

Thankfully, Simon kept out of the way which allowed Art to stay in the
garden for the next few minutes and more or less compose himself.

On hearing his mother call out they were going and the front door slam Art
walked slowly back into the house just as Simon was coming down the last
few stairs.

Absolutely incorrigible and quite unable to resist making a comment, Art
said, "Go on then... jump and let's see yer pants again!"

"Fuck off!"

"Ah, fuck off yourself you little tosser!"

"You wanker!" retorted Simon, "I know wot you been doing... I reckon your
pants are full of it cum... you fuckin' stink of it!"

"You little bastard!" shouted Art. That was the wrong thing to say!

Simon stuck his tongue out and started to turn to run back upstairs to the
safety of his bedroom. Art lunged at Simon but missed grabbing him bodily
and instead ended up holding onto his shirt as he tried to go back up the
stairs. In the ensuing scrabble Art lost his grip on the shirt and ended up
pulling on Simon's shorts which were soon pulled down to his knees along
with his briefs. With Art determined to hold on and Simon trying to go back
up the stairs it took only seconds before Art was left staring up at
Simon's pink bum and holding nothing but both the shorts and briefs!

As it was all so quick and being rather unsure what had actually happened
Simon spun round and looked down. He was horrified to see Art sat on the
stairs just staring at his extremely red and sore looking prick now only
six inches from his face!

"You sod... where's me shorts?" cried Simon trying to cover himself with
his hands.

"Shut up! I've had it, the fuckin' games are over!" said Art, "Simon! Be
sensible, wot the fuck have you been doing to your cock?"

That stopped Simon in his tracks. "Uumm..."

"You ought to see a fuckin' doctor... take a good look at it, it's almost
bleeding!"

"I... ummm... "

"You stupid little bugger! You'll rub it away!"

Art was genuinely concerned. "You done all this in the last couple of hours
then?"

Red as ever Simon nodded.

"So were you playing football... or just playing balls? How many times?"

Sheepishly Simon looked down, his cock really did look in a state!

"Four or five!"

"Where in the park?" asked Art suspiciously.

"Ummm sort of..."

"Sort of? Come and sit here, you daft fucker." Art patted the stair beside
him, "It must hurt like hell?"

"Yer, it does!"

The brothers sat together on the same step. Art put arm round Simon, still
without his shorts. It had been a very emotional afternoon for both boys
and neither were coping very well hence their frequent flare ups.

"You put anything on it... cream or anything?"

"Ain't got none... and it don't half sting!"

"We'll have do something. I'll look and see wot we got." said Art. He
grinned, "Hey did you cum then?"

"Nope!" Simon was now plainly deflated, "I nearly broke the bloody thing
and it still won't cum!"

Art hugged him. "You stupid fucker, it will. Give it time. But you'll
really hurt it if you go on like this."

"I know." Simon sounded dejected. "But, Art, all I want to do is to cum!"

"I'll bet you will... soon!"

Brotherly love cut in.

"Sorry I kicked you at tea."

"It's all right. But just don't on about things in front of mum and
dad. Promise?"

"Promise. But you do stink of..."

Art nodded, "I know, now don't fuckin' well go on about it. I'm gonna have
a bath."

Plucking up courage Simon asked, "Did you uumm... cum in yer pants then?"

"Sort of." replied Art sounding very resigned. "Just leave it... please."

He handed Simon back his shorts and briefs, "Here, go in the bathroom and
I'll find some cream or something. I'll see you up there in a sec, I just
got to put me washing on!"

Leaving Simon sitting there contemplating what damage he had done to his
cock Art bounded up the stairs to his bedroom. Pulling the briefs that
Nigel had lent him out of his pockets he pushed his jeans down to reveal
the two pairs that he was still wearing. The smell of the cum that all
three boys had put in them was now overpowering! In addition his pubic
hairs were well and truly stuck to the cotton so it was with some
difficulty that he slowly and very painfully pulled them off. Remembering
to add the one pair that he still possessed and had been using as cum rag
he wrapped a towel around himself and ran back down to put everything in
the washing machine.

A search through a kitchen cupboard unearthed what he wanted and clutching
a small pink tin of Germolene he rushed back up to Simon who was now in the
bathroom.

For the moment Simon appeared to have given up any pretence of modesty and
was sat on the lid of the toilet with his flaccid cock on display.

Art grinned, "Shall I put it on?" he said gesturing to Simon's flabby
member.

"If you want!" replied Simon. A new experience. Hopefully something which
would continue and later on when he was able to cum himself Art might let
him wank with him in the future!

With those thoughts running through his mind by the time Art had opened the
tin Simon's cock had already started getting hard.

Simon blushed, "Go on... I don't care, I'd like you to do it."

"It, looks like it want's me to do it to it as well!" said Art
giggling. "It might sting a bit!"

With a blob of the greasy pink Germolene on his finger he looked up to get
Simon's final approval before touching it. Simon nodded and grinned. Art
gently smeared the ointment stuff all over the angry red looking skin and
stood back to admire his handiwork.

"Will you be able to resist it for tonight?" said Art winking.

"I've got to!" replied Simon. Then pointing to the very prominent bulge
under the towel he said, "But can you?"

Art blushed then giggled, "I'm a bit like you... it's hard but I've got to
resist it as well!"

"Can I ummm..." Simon grinned and started to say something but stopped.

Art looked at him then grinned, "Is this what you were going to say?"

He pulled at the towel and it fell slowly to the floor to reveal his hard
cock.

"Cor..." said Simon staring at it, "Bigger than mine isn't it! But it looks
nearly as red as mine does!"

"Want to put some cream on it?"

Simon's eyes lit up! He needed no second bidding and had his index finger
in the Germolene in seconds. Art's cock twitched as Simon slowly took his
time and made sure he rubbed it well in taking the opportunity to
thoroughly inspect it.

He looked up straight into Art's face, "Can I... you know..."

Art shook his head, "Simon, any other time. But not today, I have to have
that bath and I've got some things on me mind."

"Wot dad was talking about?"

"Something like that." Art looked down, Simon's cock was still hard.

"Why don't we have a bath together one day when they are both out?"

Simon opened his eyes wide, "Really!"

"Yer." Art grinned. "Why not, we've seen all we got now, ain't we? Nothin'
to hide?"

"I never thought of that." said Simon excitedly, "When?"

"Soon... but first fuck off `cause I want to have this bath in peace!"

Simon laughed and gathered up his clothes. He headed out of the room his
red cock still hard and poking out in front as he went. "Hey, don't forget
to clean the bath after!"

Starting to run the water Art looked up, "For once there'll be no need! Now
piss off."

A few seconds later Simon came back.

"What now?"

Simon didn't answer. He simply put his arm around Art's waist and pushed
his sore cock into his leg, looked up and grinned before quickly running
out again.

"Oh fuck me! Not you as well." Art rubbed his eyes

Then a thought struck him. He shouted out before Simon made it back to his
room, "Simon come back... don't say anything about this... you promise. Not
to your mates and that?"

Simon reappeared, "Yer, alright I promise. But you won't tell nobody will
you? Like Nige?"

"No. Not even Nige." Art held out his hand.

Simon took it, "Deal..." then grinned and added before running off again,
"Hey is that your wanking hand?"

"Fuck off!" Art smiled, "You've promised now, so don't forget or I'll
fuckin' murder you!"

"Yer!"

Simon's bedroom door slammed.

Art lowered himself slowly into the warm water, at first it stung both his
sore bum and overworked cock. If only he had some clean briefs to wear
after, as it was everything he had collected was now in the washing
machine. Maybe he should have put his crunchy pyjamas in as well!

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Chap 25 to follow