Date: Tue, 23 Jun 2009 15:11:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ami <amias05@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brief Encounters Chap 29

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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Chapter 29 – `appy as dog with two dicks


"Go on then you have a feel!" said Tom, "See wot you think."

"Anybody looking?" asked David nervously looking around.

"No! Just get on with it!" said Alex, his shorts looking as though they
were going to burst open.

"Bloody hurry up Dave, or bus will be here... and I want to feel as well!"
said Joe excitedly.

David moved behind Alex and pulled him close, then started to run his hands
all over the rear of Alex's shorts.

"Yeah, oohh! I can feel 'em... but I don't know what there are!" said David
starting to giggle.

"Out the way!" said Joe pushing David to one side and pulling Alex right
back onto his own tenting shorts.

"Ooohh nice!" said Alex.

"I think so!" Joe's hands were now running over the entire outline of
Alex's briefs.

"Well?" said Tom, "The elastic ain't very thick.. so I reckon it could be
Y-fronts!"

"Hang on! I got an idea!" Joe pulled Alex's blazer up and forcibly bent him
over hoping that the waistband of his briefs would show through his white
school shirt. Nothing.

"I done that already!" said Tom giggling, "See, I think they're not the
usual ones that we all got... you know `cause they always show over the top
of yer shorts when you bend over! Wot they call the shorter
ones.. hipsters?"

"Oh shit, it's the bus!" said Alex looking up the road, "Joe, stop groping
me! You'd better do as I said in the first place and just watch me go up
the stairs!"

"You'd better go up slow then!" said David grinning. "So you gonna tell us
when we're on the bus?"

"Better still if he showed us!" said Joe trying to hide his erection under
his bag!

Crowding on the platform they let Alex go first up the twisting
staircase. All eyes were on the legs of his grey shorts.

"They're pale blue!" said David craning his neck around Tom and looking
upwards.

"Let's get up the stairs before we're told off by the conductor again,"
said Tom anxiously, "they don't like us hanging about on the platform!"

"Yer, pale blue!" said Joe excitedly following Alex up the steep stairs.

"Pale blue, right. I'll bet they're new Y-fronts!" said Tom scrabbling up
the stairs behind David.

"Wot with the white bits?" asked Joe.

"Yer."

Tom nodded and headed for a couple of empty seats near the middle of the
bus. Since there were a few other seats already occupied it looked as
though Joe's hopes of Alex standing up and revealing the secrets of his new
underwear were dashed!

"Well, tell us what happened then?" asked Tom, "They're new aren't they?"

Alex was so pleased to at last be rid of the failing elastic underwear
syndrome!

"Well, I just came home from school yesterday and mum said there was
something for me on me bed." he said sounding still quite excited.

"Cor, exciting!" said David.

"So, I said wot? And she just said she was sorry it had taken so
long... but that she hoped I liked 'em!"

"There was three of 'em in packets."

"Bet you didn't wait to put 'em on!" said Tom grinning, "Were you getting
hard?"

Alex nodded, "Wouldn't you be?"

"Course and I am now!" Joe volunteered grinning, "So what did you say to
yer mum? it's a bit tricky thanking her for pants isn't it? Well I think
so!"

"I shouted thanks down the stairs and then nipped in the bathroom..."

"And.." grinning Tom waited. "Well did you?"

Alex blushed, "Yer, when I had 'em on... and I used me old ones to clean
up! And..."

"And wot?" asked Joe.

"Well I ain't taken 'em off since!"

"Wot.. you slept in 'em?" asked Joe giggling.

"Yer... under me jimjams!"

"Dirty boy!" said Tom.

That did it and all four were now laughing even though Alex was still
slightly pink in the face!

"Ssshhh... quiet... but wot make are they?" asked David. "We still don't
know?"

"Well he can't stand up here and show 'em can he... there's people about!"
said Joe.

"Well that's stating the bleeding obvious innit!" said Tom. "No... but what
he could do is unzip a little bit and we'll all take turns to have a peep!"

Alex smiled and nodded, he moved to undo the zip on his shorts but was
stopped by Tom who was sat next to him.

"No, I want to do that! You don't mind?"

Shaking his head Alex replied, "No... but not too far down.. promise? We
can't be caught like this!"

Tom reached over and pressed on the very obvious bulge before starting to
slowly pull the zip down. There was about a five inch gap, Alex was
grinning as he watched Tom slowly prise open the fly, the pale blue cotton
was now visible. Pulling it open as far as it allowed he bent right over
and peered inside as he provocatively squeezed the front of his own shorts.

"It's them Y-fronts with the white on the edges." he whispered across the
aisle to David. "Wanna swop seats?"

Before he could even stand up he was overtaken by both Joe and Davis
getting up and starting to move over, Tom slid over to the empty seat
opposite and grinned. They sat either side of Alex, who didn't quite
realise what a willing victim he was going be and what a hard job it was
going to be keeping them out of his shorts!

To Alex's surprise the once shy David wasted no time and immediately
started to worm a hand down the back of his shorts whilst Joe made straight
for the open fly.

"Oh! Go easy!" said Alex quietly. He looked round and hoping the other
passengers had not noticed the sudden activity.

Tom watched and started to play with himself through his pockets.

"Oh Joe! No.. no... stop it!" hissed Alex.

Too late Joe now had his hand through the fly and had already started to
find his way into Alex's briefs. David looked around innocently as he
pushed harder and harder to get his fingers right down inside the shorts
and past the white elastic of the new briefs. Hopefully a finger could then
be run up and down between his buttocks!

"Hey, d'you try and have a wank in the mornings?" whispered Joe who was
nothing if not backward in coming forward!

Alex blushed slightly, "Ummm.. sometimes."

"Usually you mean! And today?" asked Joe.

"No, not today, I was late up this morning!"

"Mmmhhh! I did! Wish I could cum proper!" David finally got his hand right
inside the briefs and started poking around trying to reach his bumhole.

"No... Dave please... no!"

David was well on the way and there was no stopping him. Alex clenched his
buttocks together and closed his eyes as he felt the roving finger getting
closer and closer. Joe meanwhile had started to jerk him off using short
quick strokes with his finger and thumb firmly grasping the head of his
cock!

Tom looked around and thinking he was safe from view slipped a hand down
the front of his own shorts! The sight of this was too good to miss to!
Thinking it safe he started to quietly masturbate despite having done so
only an hour or so earlier when he was still in bed!

David noticed and started to giggle, he nodded to the other two and soon
all eyes were on Tom who was now too preoccupied to notice.

"Joe... stop it... I'm gonna cum... please... stop... `spose somebody sees
us! Stop!" Despite his hushed voice Alex was sounding desperate.

"If they see us, then they might join in.. like Tom!" replied Joe giggling
and rubbing ever harder.

"Oh... shit!" groaned Alex. "Stopppp..."

That was it, he couldn't contain himself any longer and involuntarily
arched his back as he started to ejaculate. As he moved away from the back
of the seat that released David's hand which immediately slipped further
down to the base of his spine allowing his fingers to home in on the
puckered bum hole.

For Joe it was a first, he was really excited. His hand was now coated with
another boys slimy emission, something he could not produce himself quite
yet. At first he rubbed it around Alex's jerking cock and then used it as
lubricant whilst he continued to rub Alex's twitching cock. David had his
eyes closed and was on an altogether different plane, his finger being
firmly pushed up inside Alex he was enjoying every second of his
exploratory probings.

"Tickets please!"

Joe casually looked round not really sure if he heard correctly. His heart
nearly stopped, coming up the top of the stairs was a young ticket
inspector who must have got on at the last stop!

As if by autopilot he found himself wiping his sticky hand on the inside of
Alex's new briefs and trousers before nudging both David and Alex to alert
them to the danger!

"Yer, hide it with this!" he said throwing his school bag on top of Alex's
lap and sitting back trying to look as innocent as he could under the
circumstances. Alex shuffled uncomfortably on the seat, the shorts were
still undone and his briefs were now feeling rather sticky. What he knew,
but Joe didn't realise was that David still had his finger up his bottom!
However since the three of them were all squashed onto the double seat
Davis's missing arm didn't really notice!

Meanwhile Tom was oblivious to all this activity! Lying back on the green
seat, his hand still down the front of his shorts with his eyes closed he
was desperately concentrating on producing a another dribble of spunk in
less than an hour! Unluckily, when he was about point three of a nano
second away from his predicted second orgasm of that morning he was rudely
woken from his fantasy world by Joe digging him hard in the ribs and
indicating to look behind.

Startled, Tom quickly turned and saw the ticket inspector looming large! In
fact looming large about four rows of empty seats away and just like Joe he
thought his heart had missed a beat! Almost as a reflex motion he grabbed
his school bag and put it on his lap to hide his erection in the time
honoured schoolboy tradition! What he didn't bargain for was that his cock
was still ready for action, now primed and on a hair trigger!

Very unusually the ticket inspector wasn't very old and certainly not yet
out of his twenties. This was a job usually occupied by those awaiting
retirement, in fact he was standing in for somebody who had called in sick.

"All right boys, got your tickets, please?"

He looked down and then grinned on seeing the strategically placed bags! It
was a sight that would be immediately recognised by any male over the age
of about ten as hidden below the bag there was a ninety nine percent chance
of a schoolboy sized erection!

With some grunts and much searching of blazer pockets full of schoolboy
rubbish all four boys eventually waved the offending bits of paper in the
air. Just as the inspector turned to look at Tom's ticket the bus must have
driven over an enormous pothole in the road as with an almighty crash
everybody was shaken in their seats. The forced movement of Tom's heavy bag
on top of his straining cock was to be the key to his second orgasm and
within a few seconds his hot four inches were dispensing their second load
of cum that morning. He could barely control himself, wriggling in his seat
with his legs involuntarily twitching as he felt hot juices squirting
inside his briefs.

"You all right sonny? You look a bit flushed!"

The inspector was standing over him and looked quite concerned as Tom shook
in his seat, his face was visibly going a deep shade of red as the seconds
ticked by!

"Ummm... I'm all right!" Tom was stuck for words, "I've umm.. had the flu!"

"Right... wot summer flu? Well OK... umm.. you don't look to good, you take
it easy!"

"Yer.." grunted Tom. He was longing to put his hand down his shorts and
grab his pulsing cock but it was not to be!

"Now what about you lot?" The inspector turned to the three boys squashed
on the double seat.

"Tickets? Gawd you look a bit squashed! There's plenty of room over here!"
he said gesticulating to Tom's seat.

David and Alex were giggling inanely. Not only because they had both
guessed what had happened to Tom but also because David was deliberately
now wiggling his digit in Alex's bum rather like finger puppet!

They proffered their tickets.

"Good joke is it, boys?" asked the inspector. He noted the bag on Alex's
lap and smiled.

"Yer.. uumm.." replied Joe, being the only one still able to speak without
laughing. "Yer.. it's very funny! Isn't it Tom?"

Tom grunted, his cock was still jerking and desperately demanding some
physical attention.

The inspector looked at down Alex who judging by his face was obviously
feeling very guilty about something. Keeping a straight face he said, "I
expect you will be having another hard day at school then?"

That did it Alex went bright red. His intuition now proved correct the
inspector winked at Alex which only served to heighten his embarrassment!

Tom, David and Joe immediately got the joke and were convulsed with more
laughter. The inspector turned and walked off although he turned and
grinned before going down the stairs, Joe grinned back whilst Alex tried to
hide his face.

Somewhat earlier a rather unfortunate Arthur Weldon had discovered that his
theory of drying his only pair of underpants in the back of a wardrobe was
not going to get him a degree from the University of Life. To say the plan
was not a great success was an understatement, something he confirmed the
next morning when, late as usual he rushed to get dressed. Even if the
briefs did now have a pleasing, albeit rather obvious feminine aroma of
Clairol Herbal Essence Shampoo they were still very, very damp. Damp, as in
almost wet! In fact so damp, that it was a major struggle to pull the wet,
clinging cotton up his legs. The operation was not helped by the thought of
his mother bursting in any moment to tell him to get a move on, nor by the
erection he had now developed. Running late he had not had time for his
usual morning wank so the best he could do was to stuff the very unruly
member into the wet cotton! Finally managing to get his grey trousers
zipped up over his bulging briefs and he felt as uncomfortable as looked
when he walked down to breakfast.

"Art, good. Just in time I was coming up to get you!"

Art looked very relieved that he had missed that particular treat!

"Where's Simon then mum?" he asked looking around, "Don't tell me for once
that little Mr Goodie is late!"

"Enough of that! Yes, I'd better chase him! You start in your cereal, I'll
go and get him!"

Art grinned, he had a pretty good idea why Simon was late and it would do
him good to be hounded by his mother!

Art was quite right what Simon had been up to! In his bedroom with his
school bag wedged behind the door Simon was quietly panicking. Since the
previous days fantastic discovery that he could now produce some sperm he
had been unable to leave his cock alone. Unfortunately he was now beginning
to realise why Art had kept dirty cum stained underwear under his bed! The
previous night he had wanked twice leaving the deposits to soak into his
sheets and pyjamas. Plus, very early that morning he had woken with such a
raging erection that he couldn't resist wanking again. Then, half an hour
later he was at it again! After all that he had dozed off and on being
woken by his alarm had done it third time, all in less than two hours!

The proof of the pudding wasn't just in the eating, it was all over his
sheets and pyjamas! Worse, by accident it had become smeared over his
maroon school blazer as he had been too lazy to hang it up the previous
night and had left on top of his bed! Now he knew why Art kept the
colloquially termed cumrag under his bed! To compound matters his poor cock
which hadn't really recovered from it's last battering and felt as though
it had been really rubbed raw! The little purple head was now nicely
glowing red and so very, very sore so it barely able to be touched!

On top of all that running around in the back of his mind was that was the
dreadful thought that his mother still tended to come in and tidy his room,
including on occasion making his bed!

"Simon where are you? You're going to be late!"

Absolute panic, he could hear her coming up the stairs! Grabbing his sticky
pyjamas he rolled them into a ball and stuffed them down in the bed praying
that today of all days she would not decide to make his bed!

"Just coming mum."

The door handle was rattling as he desperately tried to make the bed look
tidy. If she were to pull the covers back now the little damp patches
proving that something had leaked would be very obvious!

"Simon... what's up with this door?"

"Sorry.. it's my bag... must have uumm fallen over!"

He rushed over to door and moved the bag so she could come into the room.

"Sorry I'm a bit late today mum... uummm!" Understandably he looked rather
flushed.

"Yes you are. Art's always late... unusual for you."

"Yer, well I'll go for breakfast then."

"Yes, are you alright, you look rather rosy-cheeked?" she looked around the
room, "Phew it smells in here, maybe your bed needs a good airing, I'll do
it later!"

Simon didn't answer, his heart sank. He knew it was no good trying to talk
her out of an idea like that. Besides maybe all the cum would be dry by the
time she did it and she wouldn't notice!

His cock was now so painful that when he walked awkwardly into the kitchen
Art immediately guessed what he had done and sniggered, putting his hand
over his mouth.

Hearing their mother coming down the stairs behind Art took the initiative
quickly asked, "I know it's funny but.. more Germolene? I mean seriously?"

Simon looked pretty forlorn and embarrassed, he nodded, "Please... but
how?"

"You two get on with your breakfast and don't hang about or you'll miss the
bus." the voice came from the hall, "I'll be back in minute."

"You been at it!" said Art grinning, "Now how many times since you
discovered it worked?"

"Five... altogether!"

"Oh Simon you silly sod... you'll hurt it! Hey, altogether? Wot's that
mean?"

Simon really did look unhappy. Pain and humiliation were definitely not
what he imagined being able to masturbate properly was all about.

"Umm last night.. and... three times since half past six this morning!" he
said very sheepishly.

Art giggled. "You dirty little toad.. you're fuckin' worse than I am!"

Simon grinned, "Is that Germolene stuff still in the bathroom?"

"I think so... look bugger yer breakfast just get up there now and put some
on before mum comes back!"

Walking very gingerly Simon set off up the stairs to anoint his cock. Art
finished his cereal and stood up only to find that his wet briefs were
stuck to him and that his grey trousers had now absorbed so much moisture
that the much darker outline of his wet underpants was now plainly visible!

They when were just about to leave to get the bus when Simon was
apprehended by his eagle eyed mother.

"Simon! What is that stuck to the front of your blazer? Come here and let
me see?"

Simon turned and let her look praying she wouldn't recognise it for what it
was. Art did immediately, he grinned and turned quickly away!

Trying to sound convincing Simon said "I don't know mum.. I just saw it
meself!"

"Hmm.. well I can't do anything now," she said rubbing at it with her
finger, "you'd better let me have that tonight to get it off... I can't
have you going out looking like that!"

"No mum! We'd better go, or we'll be late... bye!"

Freedom at last! Simon was so keen to escape his mother and her fanatical
cleanliness that he virtually manhandled Art, pushing him out of the front
door and down the garden path!

Understandably had Art found the whole situation very funny and was
giggling at Simon's expense, that was until Simon asked him a question.

"Art.. why is I can see the outline of yer pants.. look they're darker than
yer trousers and.." Simon touched his bottom again, "why d'you feel all
damp round yer bum?"

Art just stopped on the pavement. With all the pushing Simon just couldn't
have failed to notice how damp his trousers were. Art looked down, Simon
was only stating the obvious as his briefs were plainly wet beneath his
trousers! He knew it was unmistakable and other than the truth didn't
really have an answer. Paradoxically, he couldn't tell Simon the truth
because he still wasn't entirely sure that it wasn't Simon who had taken
all his underwear in the first place!

Catch twenty two.

They just made eye contact, nothing was said for a few seconds. Simon
realised all too late that since he was the cause of Art's problems he
shouldn't have said anything. Did Art suspect him? He was now bitterly
regretting it particularly since Art had been so understanding about his
self abuse.

Art was unsure what to do. Could he trust Simon or not? Simon had raised
the subject so would he have done it innocently or was it a wind up?

"Simon, just fuckin' leave it."  Attack was the best defence, he walked
quickly on towards the bus stop.

Simon limped up the road after him his cock starting to chaff inside his
briefs.

"Art.. I didn't mean to ... to.."

"Well that's all fuckin' right then isn't it?"

Simon tugged at his sleeve as they reached the concrete bus
shelter. "Please... Art?"

Art had felt under enormous pressure these last couple of weeks and
something had to give. Preoccupied with the theft of his underwear it was
now magnified out of all proportion. Simon's loaded question had lit a slow
fuse, but was it unfair to blame it on him? The question really boiled down
to trust. Did he believe Simon?

"Mean to wot? Maybe you didn't. I don't fuckin' know and that's the truth!"
Art paused and studied his brothers face hoping for some reaction.

"I really hope you meant and know nothing, Simon I really fuckin' do... or,
or if you do I'll fuckin' pull your balls off one by fuckin' one!"

Simon was racked with guilt spelt with a capital G. What to answer?
Fortunately the bus appeared around the corner and he breathed a sigh of
relief as Art immediately said, "Now here's the fuckin' bus, lets get on
it."

For a change the top deck wasn't very crowed and they sat together in
silence. Simon stared blankly out of the window wondering how he could
extricate himself from the hole he had dug for himself. With the help of
Tom and Alex it was due to get dug a lot deeper that morning as well.

After a few minutes Art poked him in the ribs and said quietly
"Sorry.. ummm... sorry... it's not you!"

Simon turned to see Art looking at him with tears in his eyes. That did
it. Guilt. Major guilt.

Simon literally didn't know what to do. Evidently Art had concluded that he
was innocent. Simon felt absolutely awful. Swallowing hard he reached over
and grabbed Art's hand and held it tightly, he opened his mouth to say
something but nothing came out.

"Oh fuck!" said Art, "Please don't. I can't fuckin' handle this as well!"

The bus rumbled on and they just sat there looking at each other with tears
running down their faces.

"Umm.." Art rubbed eyes, "One day I'll tell you what it's all about. It's
all so fuckin' silly and it's ruining me fuckin' life.."

Simon sniffed, he knew just how silly it was and wished he'd never started
it.

Eventually Art poked him and grinned through his tears, "Anyway, hows yer
cock you little wanker?"

Simon smiled. He sounded a bit croaky, "It fuckin' really hurts.. I just
hope it don't get hard!"

Art grinned again and squeezed his hand tightly, "D'you know I was so
fuckin' `appy when you really came yesterday... and you looked as `appy as
a dog with two dicks!"

Simon giggled despite more tears running down his cheeks. "You idiot!"

"And now," Art continued, "in less than a day you've wanked so fuckin' much
that cock is so sore your walking like you got bleeding hedgehog stuck up
yer ass!"

Outwardly Simon burst out laughing, inwardly he was hating himself for what
he was doing to his brother. Could he ever make it up?

"Hey, Art." he asked. "I meant to ask you before, how much of that
Germolene stuff was I meant to use?"

"Just a tiny little bit on yer finger.. why?"

"I put a big dollop on and it still stings like hell!"

Art grinned, "D'you know that if you use too much it'll make yer pants all
pink and it don't wash out! I did that when I was your age and had to tell
mum wot I done!"

At first Simon grinned. Then on realising the implications his face changed
to a look of horror. "So.. like, will me pants will be all pink then?"

"Oh yer and they'll smell of the Germolene stuff as well! So mum knows what
pink pants is all about.. means you been wanking too much!" said Art
giggling and added for good measure. "So from now on she'll keep looking in
yer pants to see if you been doing naughty things.. even skids!"

Simon drew a deep breath, this was worse than awful! Other than what he had
inflicted on Art he was now beginning to experience a tiny proportion of
what Art had also been going through as well. In less than twelve hours he
had all but destroyed his cock, his mother was going to inspect his bed and
probably find his cummy pyjamas plus she had yet to deal with the spunky
school blazer! However, it was now the thought that she would be inspecting
the inside of his underpants for traces of Germolene and excessive wanking
and really frightened him!

"We'll be at school in minute," Art put an arm around him, "I'm not saying
a word about all this.. or you being able to cum... that's up to you. What
happens between us is just between us. Right?"

"Yer. Right. Promise." Simon pushed his head into Art's chest and rubbed
the tears away.

How would this ever end?
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Chap 30 to follow