Date: Tue, 14 Jul 2009 21:48:11 +0100
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Chapter 31 Brief Encounters

Brief Encounters - the ever continuing saga... eekkk!

First the mandatory warnings and disclaimers - basically don't read this if
the naughty sexual exploits of young teenage schoolboys do not appeal. The
characters depicted are fictional and not intentionally based upon any one
person... although, if you do suddenly find yourself in the middle of the
story just think how lucky you are!

This is ostensibly a work of fiction, albeit with a few memories from my
own school days plus some of the many invariably unspoken fantasies which I
and my "best friends" would only ever rarely admit or allude to when we
were at that very special, trusting and certainly innocent age.

Today, it's very hard to imagine what it was like without the internet to
immediately help conjure up fantasies based on images, webcams, stories or
chat. Our sex lives were entirely dependant upon a very fervent imagination
and thus being able to create our own fantasies usually based on friends
and what we saw happening beneath the desk or in the changing rooms! I make
no excuses for the fact that underwear features prominently in this story,
because quite frankly it did, it was a very visible and tangible connection
between us and our ever developing fascination with sex! It's important to
remember that other than the very rare sexual extrovert, we never dared
mention the subject because we were just too embarrassed and nobody
understood what was happening to us anyway!

You might call it a story about the age of discovery - usually in bed - or
if you shared a bedroom with a brother, then discovery would be in the
bathroom!

Do note, at the time of writing the story itself is not finished and for
better or worse, it has now turned into a work of some length but I will
regularly post updates and there are more than enough pages written to keep
it going! Nifty require a text file so if the formatting or punctuation go
slightly up the creek you now know why! And, also during the writing for
various reason I have had to change character names, so I hope for
continuity they are now correct!

Finally, I hope you enjoy it and please, please do let me have any comments
or suggestions and for some of you I it might even jog a memory or two,
three if you are lucky... I would be intrigued to learn!

Tom email: amias09@fastmail.fm

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PLEASE NOTE

If the posts become a little disjointed over the next few weeks it's only
because of the holiday season, as even I take break!

And don't forget the new email address - amias09@fastmail.fm

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Chapter 31 – Simon's in the pink

Rather apprehensively Martin made his way outside to the
playground. Despite knowing he was drawn to Tom and his young friends he
still couldn't quite get to grips with the fact that because they were
younger, somehow it seemed wrong for him to pursue the friendship.

Neither Tom, Alex nor Simon cared about that aspect, they liked the idea of
having someone a little older and crucially about their size!

"There he is." Alex was squinting across the playground, the sunlight was
in his eyes.

Tom swivelled round and shaded his face with his hand, "Got him, come on."

Martin smiled when he saw them walking over. "Hello."

"Let's go over there," said Tom sounding quite in control. He pointed to
the edge of the playing field, "we can sit down in the shade by the trees."

"But isn't that's where we uumm.. met!" said Martin, "Is that all right
with you?"

"I'm all right now and.. no, I ain't got me dads pants on neither!" Tom
grinned and then left an open invitation, "Well, unless you want me pull me
shorts down again to check!"

"I do!" said Alex. So did Martin with but thought it better not to say so,
quite yet.

They laughed at the joke as they walked over, Alex followed and carefully
studied Martin's trousers to try and see what he was wearing underneath!
Picking a shady spot Martin dropped his bag and lay down on his side,
supporting his head on his hand. Alex sat down within arms reach and it was
no accident that Tom sat opposite with his legs spread offering a glimpse
up the legs of his shorts.

Unspoken feelings were running high and sex in particular was rapidly
climbing up the agenda for Tom and Alex. Martin had got that funny feeling
again and was unsuccessfully trying to avoid looking up Tom's shorts
knowing his own cock was making that familiar tent in his trousers.

Nobody was quite sure what to say, it was Tom who broke the ice.

"Uumm... so Mart, how was gym?

Martin squeezed his legs together at the very thought of it, the movement
allowed his still rather sticky cockhead to finally become unstuck and
unfurl in his damp briefs. The two younger boys only had to look to see he
was very aroused. They already had!

"You won't believe this," he replied looking at them both, "but some
fuckin' bastard had been in the changing room and stolen most of the boys
pants!"

Tom looked at Alex and they both feigned a look of horror.

"Fuckin' hell... wot yer underpants you mean?" Tom looked shocked, or at
least he hoped he looked shocked.

Alex joined in, "Fuckin hell, you got any idea who it could be?"

"No! But they'll get fuckin' murdered if some of the boys ever find out!"

"Oh!"

Martin looked at Tom as he added, "D'you know Jerry, the big boy from
Nigel's class? Well he was shouting that if ever he found who it was he
strip `em, take their clothes and push 'em out in the street with a banana
up their ass!"

"Fuck!" Tom winced at the thought of it. "Oh fuck!"

Martin casually glanced down and see if his erection was as obvious as he
thought it might be. It was very much so.

"Fuck!" said Alex, "So.. did get your pants pinched? Weren't they blue,
that's wot you said earlier wasn't it?"

"Yer and luckily they didn't get taken." Martin just had to follow this
line of conversation up. Tom and Alex were being forward, so why shouldn't
he?

"That was lucky." said Tom. "Wonder wot it's like with no pants then?"

"Dunno, but I'll try it at the weekend!" Alex said winking.

"Really?" Martin's eyes were roving down to Alex's shorts. "But Alex,
didn't you say you had blue Y-fronts as well?"

"Yer. They're new." Alex grinned mischievously, only to keen to show off
his new underwear "Want to see 'em?"

Martin blushed a little and nodded. He was unable to resist and was now
utterly hooked. "You won't tell anybody though, will you? `cause... like,
I'm not in your class or anything."

"Course not. You're our mate." replied Alex

At that point Tom opened his legs wide giving a tantalising flash of his
own white Y-fronts as Alex shuffled closer on his knees. His body was now
only inches away from Martin's head and facing away from the playground.

"Mart, you undo me shorts, it'll be easier!" Alex was offering himself on a
plate.

After quickly looking round, it was with a trembling hand that Martin
reached out and pushed on the front of the grey shorts. There was something
very hard inside trying to get out and it was with some difficulty that he
slowly inched the zip down. As the fly gaped open he caught sight of Alex's
purple knob trying to escape the confines of the pale blue briefs.

Martin drew breath. He had dreamt it might develop into something like this
but was amazed at the speed at which it had the younger boys were pushing
it all along. There was no stopping things now.

"Alex, you dirty fucker! Look at it!" said Tom putting his hand deep into
his own pocket.

"It's not very big... it won't bite," said Alex giggling, "Mart, here let
me.."

Looking quickly round he undid the clasp on his waistband and allowed the
shorts to fold back to reveal his cock sticking out of his briefs like
piece of spring steel! Alex was incredibly proud of his new briefs and
rightly so after what seemed like years of wearing old ones that kept
falling down! The material was a very pale blue, a soft ribbed cotton, the
leg openings and the Y-fly front were edged in contrasting white.  The word
Y-front with a couple of thin lines were woven around the white elastic
waistband.

Without giving Martin a chance to reply Alex said "Come on, let's see
your's now then... we'll see if they're the same!"

Excitedly leaning over and putting his hands on the front of Martin's
bugling fly he reacted immediately, "Hey, yer trousers, they're all fuckin'
damp!"

Damp they were, the cum from his briefs had soaked into the trousers. Tom
wasn't going to miss any of that and was there in an instant pawing at the
zip! Before Martin could object he found that the four small hands had
pulled his trousers open and if he hadn't been sat on them they would have
been pulled right off!

They were greeted with a swage of the same pale blue ribbed cotton. Alex
was delighted to see Martin's briefs were identical to what he had on and
that they were definitely hiding a very rampant cock behind what was
obviously a large wet spot. Unable to keep his hands away he gently poked
them all over as Martin squirmed in delight, then he started to peel the
wet, sticky material away from Martin's cock and bunched it up under his
balls.

In the excitement it was only then that it occurred to Alex why they were
wet, Martin had already cum in his pants!

"Fuckin' hell! You've cum in yer pants already! I never thought!"

"Wot! You've fuckin' cum once already! Let's have a look!" said Tom in
amazement as Alex rubbed his fingers on the slippery cotton. "When? Who
with?"

"Just, in the gym!" Martin blushed. He ignored who with.

"You dirty sods!" Alex was sniffing, "Cor, smell that cum.. hey, you got
a.. a foreskin.. is that it? I ain't seen one proper."

"Yeah! Some kids call it a helmet!"

"Like a policeman's!" said Tom giggling.

"Yer.. I think maybe that's why they're called helmets!" said Martin.

Having only even seen David's smaller example this was something else and
much to Martin's delight worthy a very detailed inspection by a multitude
of hot sticky little fingers. As they had expected for his small body size,
Martin's cock wasn't that much longer than theirs, but it was certainly
quite a bit thicker and surrounded by some blond hair. Still not entirely
comfortable with displaying himself to a new audience Martin wasn't sure
what comments he would receive. However, other than the revolting Shaun
Bates' this was only the second older boy's cock they had really seen, so
they happily compared it to their own.

"Innit nice!" said Alex gently touching the head after pulling the foreskin
back for the twentieth time, "Will our's get thicker like this then?"

"Yer, I expect." Martin was delighted that for the first time he had the
biggest cock!

"Hope so. Wot's this then in yer.. helmet?" said Tom, rubbing some of
congealing spunk and whatever else he could find between his fingers!

"Umm.. it's cum and that, I `spose, I ain't had a chance to wash it!"

"Wot you give yer cock a little bath?" Tom was innocence itself. He sniffed
his fingers. "Phew!"

"Yer... `cause if you don't wash it," said Martin mysteriously, "you'll get
cheesy and it might smell!"

"Wot! Cheese?" Alex was confused. "Like Dairylea?

"Uumm... yer." Martin giggled at the thought of it. However, this was now
getting a little too personal, luckily Tom interrupted.

"But hang on Alex," said Tom " `cause we've both cum today as well... on
the fuckin' bus!"

"Gawd! How could I forgot that!" said Alex giggling, "And that inspector
bloke was right by you when you came in yer pants!"

"Wot?" Martin was very intrigued.

"But you did it just before with Dave's finger up yer ass!" added Tom
ginning, "Hey.. d'you cum on the bus Mart?"

"No? Should I?" he smiled not really sure if he should believe all he was
being told. "Maybe I should come with you on a bus trip and you show me
how!"

"Yeah! Be great, wouldn't it Alex?" said Tom, "Like it's a bit risky with
people about... and then you cum in pants and it's ...like sticky and
that... and yer cock don't go down!"

"But that's it... see?" said Alex excitedly, "We ain't done it much, but
it's like being really naughty and not being caught.. it gives it a sort of
thrill.. don't it Tom?"

"Yer!" Tom grinned. "We're gonna do it more ain't we?"

Alex giggled, "Yer.. it's naughty fun!"

"We? Yes, we will!" Martin was being easily led astray! "So you two both
came in yer pants on the way to school in then?"

They nodded and grinned.

"Then we've all cum once today already then?" These younger boys were way
ahead of Martin's game and he had some catching up to do.

"Twice!" Tom giggled, "I had a wank when I woke up as well!"

"You never told me." said Alex surprised, "You dirty boy!"

"Alex... please let me!" Martin couldn't resist any longer, he reached over
and started to rub on the rim of Alex's cock head.

"And Tom, move a bit closer you take it in turns to wank me..."

Tom moved over and was soon learning the art of wanking with a foreskin,
Martin held his hand and guided him up and down ensuring that he didn't
pull it back too far. In exchange Martin's free hand tried to get up the
leg of his shorts, it failed!

Instead it managed to undo the zip on his shorts and found it's way inside
the fly of Tom's white Y-fronts to rub the head of his cock with one
finger. Alex was fascinated by Martin's cummy pants and as Tom rubbed
Martin's cock he started to explore. The fact they were bunched up under
Martin's balls didn't deter him from eventually worming his way into the
base of Martin's crack.

"I don't think I'm gonna cum again, it's too soon." said Martin to Tom,
"But don't stop.. it's a lovely feeling!"

"I don't think I will either to be honest," said Tom, "after what happened
last time out here and I've cum twice today already!"

Alex was thinking, time for a little subterfuge. "Hey, Mart... would you
ummm think about meeting up somewhere at the weekend so we could.. you
know.. explore?"

"Explore.. I like that!" Martin grinned, "Where? Explore wot?"

"You could explore me shorts!" Alex winked at Tom who took the hint.

"Yer and mine!" He giggled, "See we used to be able to meet at me uncle's
shed, but we can't do that no more.. it was good wasn't it Alex... we
didn't get disturbed or that, but we can't do it now can we Alex?"

"No. So, d'you know anywhere Mart?" asked Alex innocently. "Gotta be quiet
`cause sometimes we does a finger job don't we Tom?

Tom blushed and nodded, he could see Martin was more than interested.

"Hhmm..." Martin was wondering, "Let me think a minute."

Dare he ask Nigel if he could use the shed on the allotment? Yes, he would.

"I might do... but I'll have to find out... and a finger job.. wot d'you
mean Alex?"

"You know a finger up yer bum!"

"Yer, sorry, I wasn't thinking!" He grinned in anticipation. That did it he
was definitely going to ask Nigel. "I'll try and find out about the place
then, I might know by tomorrow."

Tom looked at his watch, so far everything had gone to plan. There was just
one thing left to do.

"The bells gonna go in a minute, so we'd better get smartened up." He
shuffled around a bit and then casually asked, "Mart would you dress us?"

Martin nodded, he thought they'd never ask. The thought of dressing these
boys was an incredible turn on, especially ensuring that their cocks and
briefs were properly back in their shorts before zipping them up and
patting them lovingly on the front! Only after he had done that did he pull
his own cummy briefs and trousers back up over his still very, very erect
prick.

"Was that you being a big brother then?" asked Tom, "Like, helping getting
us dressed?"

Martin flushed, "I `spose it was, is that wot you meant before then, about
brothers?"

"Yer, sort of." said Alex. Tom nodded enthusiastically in agreement. Martin
was now one of them.

"While I think of it, where's Simon then," asked Martin, "I thought he was
with you two all the time?"

"Not sure," replied Tom, "I know he had to do some errand for a teacher
then he was going to sort out some stuff to take home."

If only Martin knew what Simon was trying to stuff into his bag take home!

Afternoon school over the building started to empty pretty quickly. As
usual Art found himself rushing down the road to get near the front of the
queue at the bus stop. Simon saw him and tried his best to keep up despite
his sore cock proving something of a hindrance to rapid progress, he
finally crashed into Art at the bus stop.

"Wot the fuck's in that bag?" asked Art pushing Simon away, "It's so
bleeding stuffed you keep banging everybody with it."

"Umm.. it's... ummm..."

"It's a load of fuckin' crap I expect!" said Art, "I dunno wot you find to
drag about with you, I'm gonna have a bloody good look one day!"

Luckily the green double decker appeared round the corner and Art let the
subject drop. Not wishing to suffer any more from Simon's bag he pushed in
front of him and went up the stairs first to grab a vacant seat up the
front by the window. Simon followed, his head of cock was now quite painful
after being confined to his tight briefs for the day, he stuffed the bag
under the seat and sat next to Art.

Simon's guilt complex had kicked back in with a vengeance. He was now more
than somewhat worried as he had seen no trace of any underpants as Art had
gone up the stairs in front of him. Had he taken them by mistake? That
would mean Art had none at all, that was the last thing he wanted to happen
to him.

Simon leant over and whispered in Art's ear, "Me cock really hurts, wot
else can I do?"

"Leave the fuckin' thing alone!" Art grinned, "I dunno unless you want mum
to have a look and kiss it better for you! I don't reckon you can do much
except put more fuckin' Germolene on it."

Art turned and looked around there was nobody within three rows of seats
behind them.

"Is it worse then? Go on then get yer zip down and let's have butchers!"

"Wot! Now... here?" Simon sounded surprised.

"Yer, I`ve seen it before, hurry up!"

Furtively Simon looked around himself and then lowered the zip, it didn't
really offer Art much of a view.

"For fuck's sake Simon just undo yer fuckin' shorts, don't mess about!"

Reluctantly Simon did as he was told and Art pulled them back. "Nice pink
pants.. they Woollies?"

"I gotta stop mum seeing 'em all pink!" Simon was indeed a little
panicky. "Be quick before the conductor get's here!"

Grinning Art caught hold of the waistband and pulled it down below Simon's
hairless balls. As he had predicted the inside of the briefs were now
bright pink having absorbed all the Germolene, the shrunken member looked
even redder than before and in urgent need of more ointment. Simon looked
down and then looked balefully at Art hoping for some advice.

"Oh fuck... me pants they're even pinker!" he said in horror.

Art grinned and nodded "Can't help that, looks worse to me! Have you had a
hard on today? That won't have helped it. Be honest!"

Simon looked very guilty, "All though the afternoon it wouldn't go down!"

"So it's been hard most of the fuckin' afternoon and rubbing in yer
pants... for fucks sake Simon!" Art looked at him, "It ain't gonna get any
fuckin' better if you're playing with it like that is it?"

Simon looked very ashamed. "Reckon mum will notice me pants is gone pink?"

"Course she will!" Art couldn't resist it, "You know, she'll be fuckin'
checking yer pants every day now... for anything!"

Simon's jaw dropped. The shame, the embarrassment, the humiliation. She
would know everything!

"Well it ain't hard now is it?" Art gingerly held the tip between his
finger and thumb, it anything it felt hot!

"No! Stop it!" Simon nearly jumped off the seat as Art gently squeezed it!

"So, just wot were you thinking about that made it so hard all fuckin'
afternoon then?" Art stopped, turned round then added. "Hang on... oh shit!
I think I can hear the conductor on the stairs, put it away."

"We was told that," Simon blushed as he struggled to zip up his shorts
without inflicting any further pain, "that a lot of the boys in your gym
class had their pants nicked! And... I was like... thinking about
it.. like.. and wot it would be like not wearing any.. like.. and.."

"Fuck me!" Art was quite surprised and interrupted, "News travels doesn't
it? Who told you then?"

"Tom... he said he had been talking with Martin, who'd told him."

"So did you have your pant's stolen? Or... Martin?" Simon asked trying to
sound as casual as he could. He had to know. Or was it him that had taken
them by mistake, else why was Art not wearing any?

"Wot do you think?" Art winked and for some inexplicable reason moved it up
a gear. "Reckon I'm wearing any now?"

Quite why he didn't know, but Art had suddenly become very intrigued to
find the reason for Simon's very evident fascination with the stolen
underpants.

Simon was getting lost in his own game! He had just seen that Art wasn't
wearing any, but conversely he was sure he hadn't taken them earlier.

"Ummm... you should be... ummm yeah, course you are."

Art grinned, rubbed the front of his trousers and reached for his
zip. There were already signs of his swelling cock which he knew was
contained only by the thickness of the grey trouser material. The zip only
needed to come down about four inches before Simon could see some white
flesh and the unmistakable shape of Art's growing cock, but no sign of any
underpants at all.

"Ummm... it's getting bigger!" Simon grinned.

Inwardly Simon was trying to marshal his thoughts, that meant he must have
taken Art's briefs by mistake. But that would mean poor Art had no
underpants whatsoever left to wear and would be having to go through hell
again with their mother. Whilst Art might be smiling now, that morning he
had been totally distraught and in a dreadful state that Simon knew he was
responsible for. Now it appeared that he had simply compounded Art's
problems even more.

Art smiled, pulled the zip back up and patted his growing erection..

"Hey, thank fuck for that, next stop and we're home!"

The minutes passed, Simon wasn't really with it, he was lost in his
thoughts.

"Come on Simon, bloody wake up! Let's get downstairs now!"

"Oh fuck!" It was the poke in the ribs that did the trick!

Reaching down under the seat Simon pulled on the bag only to find the
buckle was jammed under the edge of the seat. After further prods from an
amused Art and eventually heaving on it with all his strength suddenly,
like cork out of a bottle it popped free. Preoccupied with thoughts of what
he had done to Art and his sore prick Simon stood up and set about trying
to hoist it over his shoulder. With all the pulling on the buckle the
outside flap was now hanging loose and the once tightly packed contents
were no longer tightly packed! Inside the open duffle bag was free to move
about and the contents began to escape as Simon hauled the bag around
trying get it on his shoulder in the confined space.

Smiling, Art didn't really take any notice of his brothers gyrations other
than to keep well out of range of the heavy bag! Simon was now becoming
rather bad tempered as between his conscience and a painful cock, his cosy
world was no longer so cosy. Having barely got the bag slung over his
shoulder the bus lurched and it slipped off yet again, he lost his temper,
threw it on the floor and kicked it.

"Fuckin' thing!"

"Hey... hey! Shut up! Stop it! There's people about!" said Art sternly,
"Wot's up?"

"Nothin'... nothin'!"

Plainly flustered, Simon grabbed the bag and pulled it up yet
again. Setting off for the stairs he dragged it behind banging it between
the rows of seats as he went.

Entertainment indeed. Now Art was trying very hard not to laugh out loud at
the expense of Simon's ill humour. Valuing his own safety he was following
a few steps behind when he thought he noticed something hanging out and
then when the bag was slammed into the back of yet another seat, something
fell out onto the floor.

He was about to call out to Simon when he realised what it was. Despite his
incessant wanking his eyesight had not yet totally deteriorated and he
found himself staring at a pair of white briefs with Wolsey-X plainly
visible on the waistband! Quickly grabbing them before he hoped anybody
else on the bus noticed he stuffed them into his blazer pocket. This was an
exciting find, but what on earth was Simon doing with Wolsey-X briefs?
Other than a few boys at school nobody he knew wore them, so who's were
they? Going down the stairs he could feel his cock getting harder again,
the fact he had no underpants on didn't help! By the time he got off the
bus it was fully erect although hopefully partly hidden under his blazer,
it was definitely time for his post-school afternoon wank!

Meanwhile, Simon was most certainly not a happy bunny! Art walked with him
as he limped up the road with the heavy bag over his shoulder.

"Wot's yer problem then Simon? I know you.. come on you can tell me."

"No I can't.. and I ain't got no problems!" snapped Simon.

Art looked at him and wondered what he was meant to read into that!

"It's only that me cock and hurts like hell!"

"Can I rub it better?" Art was giggling. It was the way he said it.

"Fuck off!" Simon couldn't be mad at him and was soon grinning, "You are a
fuckin' idiot!"

"Fun innit? That's better yer fuckin' smiling! Now don't fuckin' forget you
can always ask me stuff and better still you can always pop in me room...
and I'll wank you off!"

"You filthy bugger! Well I might when it's better!" Simon was laughing
again. He tried to slap Art on the ass but he skipped out the way.

As they approached the sagging wooden garden gate Art grabbed him round the
neck, "You do that.. you know you can... and I will!"

"Yer." Simon nodded, he'd love to, but now was the wrong time as he felt so
guilty.

As usual they crashed in through the front door and Art shouted out to
their mother that they were back. Not that she would have ever guessed from
all the noise! With his cock still hard Art headed straight up to his room
to examine the prize he had hidden in his blazer. Simon dumped his bag in
his bedroom and pulled out the duffle bag which he stuffed right under his
bed before scooting off to the bathroom to anoint his painful cock with yet
more copious dollops of Germolene.

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Chap 32 to follow