Date: Tue, 9 Jun 2009 01:17:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ami <amias05@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brief encounters chap 27

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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 Note :

Sometimes I get messages from the colonies asking what certain English
words or phrases mean - so if you have any queries (!) don't be afraid to
ask!

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Chapter 27 – Emotional bondingl


"So wot did he say last night then?" asked Tom.

"Hurry up or it'll be bloody dinnertime!" said Alex

Simon shuffled in his seat, "Not a lot. He sort of grabbed me after tea and
pushed me in the garden before he said anything. Dad was watching so I
wonder what he thought was going on!"

"Go on.. tell us wot did Art say?" asked Alex impatiently.

"Well, he said that did I and you lot understand that they wasn't spying on
us. That they was just walking back when they saw us."

"And..." said Alex.

"Yer well, I said that we know that now... but at the time it didn't feel
like it. That's right innit?"

"I `spose so," said Tom, "but I felt like I'd been put naked in front the
whole bloody school or something! It was horrible, I don't mind you lot
seeing me cock and that, but for them others to actually watch me
wanking... and when wearing them fucking baggy pants... oh fuck!"

"You didn't look happy when you opened yer eyes, I was watching." said
Alex. "You just sorta stood there and then that other boy... that was
Martin, was it? He came up and looked like he help you out of it?!"

"Mmmmhh, yer." Tom wasn't sure what to say. If anything.

In the cold light of day he was now uncertain even if he should have said
anything to Martin in the first place. Would it be best to wait till he and
just Alex were alone? No. He had to talk to somebody and he really trusted
both Alex and Simon.

"He was so nice and gentle, he could see I was fucked up wot with being
caught and that." said Tom after a few seconds. "And, then he even lent me
his belt to hold me shorts up, `cause the clasp was fucked."

"Cor, that was nice of him." said Alex, "Y'know, he didn't look much bigger
than us!"

"No. You're right, he's small for his age." said Simon, "And, to think that
he was in the shed with Art and Nigel doing all that wanking and spanking
and stuff!"

"Wonder if he's got a big cock?" Alex winked at Tom.

"Ummm..." Tom looked a little flushed, "Ah, I've got a little confession to
make."

"Oh, well go on!" said Simon, "No secrets here!"

"I've seen it though his trousers... he had a stiffy when he gave me his
belt!"

"Go on then, bloody tell us!" said Simon excitedly, "How big?"

"Dunno, it wasn't that big... but it was certainly bigger than us lot,
thicker I reckon!"

What Tom didn't tell them was that he had wanked in bed the previous night
fantasising about what was really in Martin's trousers. Would he ever get
to see it?

"Wonder why was he hard then?" said Simon looking puzzled.

"Because..." Tom stopped. He had to be honest about Martin, these were his
best friends.

"Because... when he pulled me shorts up.. he got some cum on his hand from
the front of me pants!"

Alex grinned, "Shit, I'd be hard as well! Wot did say?"

"It's not wot he said," replied Tom, looking a little ashamed, "it's wot I
said!"

"Go on... wot d'you say then?" asked Simon quickly. "Was it dirty?"

Tom tried to hide his growing erection. He hoped that just for once the
others didn't notice. The subject of Martin was now becoming so emotive.

"I said he was really nice to help me.. and `cause I was a bit confused and
all that
 at being caught... ummm... and.."

"And... wot, and wot else d'you say?" Simon was really excited now.

"Wot it was, was that he seemed like a sort of big brother, not that I got
one, but... but, wot I'd always hoped and thought one might be like!" Tom
knew he had tears in his eyes.

Alex knew the problem as well, he was also only child. Like Tom he had
never voiced his true feelings before.

"Oh fuck! You as well?" said Alex, he understood completely what Tom was
trying to say.

"So I hope you don't mind but," Tom took a deep breath, "but I asked him if
he'd like to... sort of be big brother to us one day!"

That did it. Both Tom and Alex looked on the verge of tears.

Simon saved the moment but not without looking a little dewy eyed himself.

He quickly pulled the three of them together and put an arm round each of
them, "You silly fuckers... you got me, we got each other... and you can
even share Art if you want! Maybe we got Martin as well. I don't know. But,
we should be happy."

"Simon you're right, but don't start me off!" Alex wiped his eyes with his
sleeve, "But... but, all the same it must so nice to go home and find a
brother there... like who could talk to about things.. you know!"

"Shut up! Please." said Tom, "You'll get me going as well... you two are me
brothers."

Silence. The three boys looked at each other. For some reason Tom thought
he had blown it by being so honest. He spoke first.

"I'm sorry.. it just sorta happened with Martin... nothing was fixed or
anything."

"Fuck me!" Simon looked stunned, "But he's so cute... he's like a bit
bigger one of us!"

"You see wot I mean!" Tom half smiled, he looked over to Alex. They both
still had tears in their eyes.

"Y'know if he ain't much bigger than us," said Alex slowly, obviously still
thinking, "but, wouldn't it be fun... I mean he could show us a few things
and I'll bet he can cum proper!"

Tom smiled through his tears, "You don't mind?"

"No! Not at all!" said Alex grinning.

"And I like it!" said Simon, "As long as we, or him don't say nothing to
anybody... like we couldn't let Art find out could we?"

"Wonder wot pants he wears?" asked Alex, his hand already in his pocket.

"How do we fix it up then? said Simon.

"Uummm... I'll catch up with him today or tomorrow and give him his belt
back." said Tom, "And, tell him we would love to see more of him."

"Especially his pants and his cock!" said Alex giggling.

"Cor, that's something to think about. Fuckin' brilliant!" said Simon, "But
anyway... Tom did you enjoy it... yesterday I mean! Being groped and all
that before Nigel appeared?"

"I thought it was bloody great having me hand up yer shorts!" added
Alex. "I want to do it again. It was, `cause nobody knew who was doing wot
that made it!"

"Yer, it was great, I was so hard!" Tom was grinning like a Cheshire
cat. "But... who was it that put two fingers up me bum?"

Alex look at Simon and Simon looked at Alex. Both looked guilty!

"Could have been Jimmy!" said Simon, trying to look innocent.

"You bloody fibber!" said Tom giggling.

"I know, all right! But would you do it to me... please?" asked Simon
hopefully.

"Alex, you fancy groping him with me?"

Alex grinned and nodded, "Just tell me when and where!"

"Well not the fuckin' playing field that's for sure!" said Tom firmly. "I
ain't never doing that again!"

"Hey, wot about in the shed where Nigel goes with Art?" exclaimed Simon.

"With... Martin?" added Alex smiling!

"Ohhh! But hang on," said Tom, "If Martin were to come, how are we supposed
to know about the shed.. if we are not supposed to know about it!"

"Wot?" said Simon totally confused.

Alex wasn't.

"Oh shit... I see wot you mean. Uummm!"

"Well... hang on." said Tom, "There must be a way round this.. hey, got it!
Wot if I get Martin to suggest the shed?"

"How?"

"Dunno!"

"Here," Simon had at long last cottoned on. "why don't you make a joke or
something about doing it in yer dad's garden shed or something... then he
might think he knows just the place!"

"Who's a clever boy!" said Alex, "We ain't got nothin' to loose have we?"

"No, let's do it." said Tom.

Alex chimed in "But before that, Simon you got to do your spy bit again,
haven't you?"

"Wot?"

"Yer, you gotta pinch all Art's remaining pants so tomorrow when Tom does
the big changing room job he ain't got nothing left to wear! Right?"

"Shit, I'd forgotten." said Simon, "Wonder if I can sneak into his room and
do it tonight.. I think mum and dad are going to the hospital again to
visit that neighbour, I might get enough time."

"Well, that's settled then." said Alex smiling. "Roll on fucking
Wednesday!"

"Hey, and Simon," said Tom, "Don't forget you said you'd also sort out how
to carry all the undies we pinch and have somewhere to hide 'em."

"Done that, it's all in me head!" said Simon proudly.

"In his fuckin' pants more like it!" concluded Alex.



Meanwhile, ensconced in their favourite boys toilet...

"And so wot did you say to him then?"

"I asked him if he really knew that we weren't spying on 'em.. that's all
there is to it really, innit?"

"Yer, it is." said Nigel. "I hope they took it all right!"

"So I says, we was just walking back and there was no other way to go. And
that's the truth isn't it?"

"Anyway," said Martin suddenly who had not really been taking part in the
conversation and had been scuffing his feet, "I'll bet they would have
stopped to watch if they'd found somebody else at it."

"Wot.. like us you mean!" Art giggled. "We wouldn't do nothing like that
would we?"

"So wot is it Mart?" Nigel went straight in. "Wot's yer problem? You ain't
with us today is you?"

"A problem?" echoed Art a little surprised.

Martin went pink, "Nothing.. what gave you that idea?"

"The fact you've now gone bleeding pink!" said Art giggling, "If you can't
fuckin tell us as yer best mates, well then it's gotta be bad!"

"Yer right." he sighed, "I dunno how to put this... but since all that
yesterday, I been feeling funny inside. I gotta talk about it."

"Like ill or like mixed up?" asked Nigel.

"Bit of both!" Martin made a face, "Since all that with me stepdad and
that.. and then you two have been so nice to me.. I uummm just know I'm not
quite right."

"Don't get me fuckin' crying as well," said Art, "I ain't joking, but with
wot I've been through these last couple of weeks I can't fuckin' handle
things very well either."

"Fuck me!" Nigel looked at them is despair! "We'll all be bleeding well
crying in minute, now come on Martin, wot is it?"

"You won't laugh, promise?"

"No, why?" Art and Nigel nodded, "Promise."

Martin coughed. "Uumm, it was when I was stood in front of Tom.. you know
the one who we caught wanking with them silly oversize pants."

"Mmmmmh yer, go on." said Nigel cautiously. He wondered what was coming
next.

"While you were talking to 'em and saying that we just found 'em in the
field and that.. I, ummm had a sort of chat with Tom... he was really upset
at being watched by us.. and..."

Art was eagerly listening and watching Martin's reaction. For all Art's
dirty thoughts and funny ways he did care and clearly something was on
Martin's mind.

"I don't know what it was, but I accidentally touched his pants and got a
bit of cum on me hand! He really ain't made much and it was an
accident... it was.. really.."

"It's all right, it was an accident.. Martin it's all right.. go on," said
Nigel, "please."

"And... " Martin went pink again, "I got an instant hard on and then he
sees it.. and I get embarrassed and then I felt really funny... like me
tummy felt empty..."

Art interrupted, "Oh god, I know what you mean."

Martin nodded, then closed his eyes.

"Then Tom looks rather funny as well as though he's feeling the same.. then
he says I had been like a big brother to him and he would like me
to.. to.."

"Martin, to wot?" asked Nigel quietly.

Martin screwed his eyes tight. "See this is the bit that's all wrong and I
can't understand. See, `cause I'm older and he.. he wanted me to put me
hand in his pants and play with his cock! Then he said maybe later `cause
he wanted me to play with him and Alex and... maybe Simon!"

"Oh fuck!" said Nigel.

Despite almost crying Martin wasn't stopping now he had to tell it
all. "Sssshut up... please... let me finish.. but... but.. but I did.. I
wanted to play with his body.. I wanted to feel him! Oh fuck, I know it's
all wrong `cause he's only a kid...oh fuck.. but I want him!"

"Fuck!" said Art moving over and putting his arm round him, "Come here you
silly fucker!"

Martin was now openly crying and it didn't look as though it would take
much to start Art off either!

Nigel sniffed, what a situation. He needed to think this one through and
arrive at a solution all in less than ten minutes before the lesson bell!

"Martin, but d'you know why d'you like him so much?" asked Nigel.

"I been think about it all night.. I ain't slept," he rubbed the tears from
his eyes, "and I still don't know! I.. I... even ummm wanked thinking about
him! Nigel... help me.. please! Wot's going wrong with me?"

"I wonder, is it because he reminds you of you when you were that age?"
asked Art.

"Well, yeah could be but why... oh shit, I don't know!"

"Listen," Nigel had been deep in thought, "but does it really fuckin matter
if he is a bit younger... I mean if you both want to wank each other
off.. does it fuckin' matter? If you both want it, so fucking wot? I don't
think it matters at all."

"I ain't thought like that!" sniffed Martin, "I just thought `cause I was
older it was like wrong, see? But I'm still worried about me sort of strong
feelings for him, that's wot I don't understand properly."

"I think we all get them feelings for people now and again." Art looked at
the floor, "You know, like when we hooked up in that biology class.. I
wanked that night thinking about you!"

"I'm fuckin' jealous! D'you wank thinking about me then?" asked Nigel
grinning.

Art went red, "Yer... now and again!"

Nigel giggled, "And I do about you... especially when you got no pants on
and I can see the end of yer knob though yer trousers!"

"Fuck!" said Martin managing a smile." You bastards!"

"Shit, were going off the subject!" said Art grinning. "Back to Martin's
problem, now what's the fucking word I want? Ah, got it! Mart, see it's a
presumption... no, no it's a fuckin'... perception that it's wrong `cause
your older. See if Tom was like seven and Mart sixteen that would be wrong,
but I'll bet in few months time with yer birthdays and all that there might
even be a point when there is less than a year in it... and that would be
alright then, wouldn't it?"

"I think I see!" exclaimed Martin. "So I ain't a pervert then?"

"No! You ain't!" said Art. "At your age and his age, it don't matter. See?"

"Fuck me Art," said Nigel in disbelief at Art's statement, "just where the
fuck did you learn all that! You can't have thought all that up by yerself!
Or the word perception!"

Art ginned, "I heard a bit of it on the telly the other night.. have I used
the right word!"

"yes!"

Even Martin started to giggle at that. Wiping his tears on his sleeve, "I
might be having a funny time over Tom, but I love you two, you're me
brothers."

"Fuck! Fuck!" said Art as his eyes filled with tears, "Now look what you
done!"

"As I think they say in the fuckin' theatre, there wasn't a dry eye in
house!" said Nigel giggling as he wiped his own face. "Fuckin' brothers,
shit! Martin, please don't do this to us too often!"

"Nigel. Come here, by Art.. please." asked Martin.

Nigel moved over, "I'm here, wot? The fuckin' bells gonna go any minute."

"This!" Martin pulled both Nigel and Art towards him, he nuzzled into them
both and with tears in eyes yet again he simply said.

"Thanks, brothers!"

"You bastard!" said Art, tears running down his cheeks. "I can't fuckin'
take much more, me brains doing fuckin' overtime on all this!"

"Fuck!" said Nigel wiping his eyes.

Martin was surprised as hadn't seen Nigel become emotional before.

"Cold water, that's the thing.. gets rid of the bloody tears!" Nigel broke
free and headed for the basins.

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Chap 28 to follow