Date: Mon, 12 Oct 2009 18:29:41 +0100
From: Tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief encounters Chapter 39

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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Chapter 39 – Confined to bed


Just as Tom and Alex had become attracted to Martin after sitting and
chatting next to him on the journey home it seemed that Simon was now also
falling for his gentle charm. It wasn't, or at least Simon didn't think, it
was a totally sexual although Martin's size certainly put him in mentally
almost into the same league as himself. It was more that Martin's very easy
going manner and personality was the key.

Brotherly love apart, Simon knew Art as really quite extrovert, untidy and
noisy, whereas Martin appeared articulate, quiet and thoughtful. It was
chalk and cheese and certainly part of the lure was that as a role model,
the more stable Martin would probably be the first choice for many boys.

Somewhat confused by it all Simon limped home pondering on the emotional
and physical questions. Naturally, the size of Martin's cock in relation to
his small body size had entered into the equation just as the lump in
Martin's trousers had in turn testified to more than a passing interest in
Simon!

Art had also been deep in thought, although his particular worries were
related to matters of a far more practical nature than cerebral. Logistical
even.

"Reckon Mum's home?" asked Simon as he kicked opened the front gate.

"Dunno." said Art. The rusty gate clanged behind them. "You noisy sod, you
always do that! Hey, now wot about yer prick? You gonna tell Mum or wot?"

Simon shook his head violently, "No. No. I can't. I'm gonna wait for Dad."

"You have to tell her something, you know wot she's like, she'll have been
wondering about you.. you're her little baby!"

"Baby! Fuck off! Well, you say something to her then."

"OK." Art shrugged his shoulders and put the key in the lock.

"Hello boys. Nice day at school?"

As ever the voice came from the kitchen. Just what did mothers do in the
kitchen all day? Art rapidly concluded it didn't bear thinking about!

"Wonderful." said Art dispensing with all the pleasantries and getting
straight to the point, "Wot's for tea Mum, I'm starving."

"I'm doing you a nice ham salad."

"Oh Mum. That's yuk." said Simon less than tactfully, "Can't we have some
chips and things?"

"Yer and fried eggs to dip 'em in.. and some beans?" added Art hopefully.

"Yuk to you young man. And the answer is, no. This good and healthy for
you."

"Well I'm gonna sort me homework out." said Simon in disgust and headed for
the stairs cleverly avoiding any further contact lest he be questioned
about his injury.

Linda called out, "Simon... how are you.. are you better?"

"You've missed him Mum, he's gone upstairs to do his homework." replied Art
hoping he could escape as well. Besides, he had a pressing appointment with
the pair of briefs hidden at the bottom of his bag!

"Come here Art, I'm in the kitchen."

"Yer, OK, how'd I know that!" replied Art in resigned voice. He walked
slowly in, his cock starting to be aroused at the thought of looking at the
briefs.

"Now, you know what the problem is with Simon, don't you?" Linda smiled
benignly, "I've been worried about him."

"Ummm... but Mum, but I sorta promised not to say. Why don't you ask him
yerself?" Art leaned on the table and pulled a face, this was what he had
been expecting, not to say dreading.

"Well, he won't tell me will he?"

"Well then, can't you wait till Dad comes home, he'll tell you. It was all
a bit of a rush this morning, wasn't it?"

"But that's another couple of hours," Linda smiled, "and he his my baby."

"Baby! Wot him!" Art burst out laughing. "He's a big baby alright!"

Linda smiled and cooed, "Well you were too once."

"Maybe I was, but Mum I still can't tell you." Saying how nice he once was
wouldn't win this round!

"Of course you can. I know every inch you two and I can't think you'd be
telling me much I didn't already know."

"Wot?" said Art in horror visualising a baby cock inspection. "Every inch
of us?"

"Of course, I'm your mother, the one that used to powder your chubby little
bottom!" She smiled sweetly, "Now come on I just want to know what it's all
about. I'm not going do or say anything."

Art just hated being talked about when he was a baby. Aside from that he
knew his mother wasn't going to give up and he would get no peace until he
told her. She wanted to know about Simon and know she would!

"Go on, he won't mind."

"Well..."

"Well.. what?" There was no escape now, he should have held out.

It's.. uumm... well it's his..." Art started but stopped abruptly. The fact
was he couldn't actually bring himself to say the word penis in any shape
or form.

"Art. Is it that bad?"

"Well... for Simon it is!" That was an understatement.

"Oh, go on, he won't mind!"

"He will!" Looking at the floor he quickly garbled, "He's... he's... hurt
his willie! Please don't tell him I told you though. Dad has been putting
stuff on it. It'll be fine. Just ask Dad he'll tell you."

"What! Hurt his what!" Her mouth dropped open in surprise. "But how?"

That of course the problem for poor Art. How could he possibly tell his
mother that her darling baby boy, Simon had damn near wanked himself into
oblivion and now had the blood stained pants and blister to prove it.

"By... he... uumm.. well.." Art looking as red as a beetroot still stared
at the floor, he was stymied. Entrapped, not to say almost set
up. Stuffed. Fucked! He scuffed the floor.

 "You promise you won't tell him I told you?"

She had simply out manoeuvred him, it happened every time! Mothers did
that.

"I said I wouldn't and I won't. I promise" replied Linda, "Now come on Art
what is it. Why are you getting so embarrassed?"

"Oh Mum, no I'm not. Oh.. this is awful... oh... oh!" After a short pause
and summoning all his courage he stuttered, "Well.. he's... ummm.. he's,
been... been... playing with himself."

"Art. What d'you mean?" This was to be naivety personified. "Has he still
got some toys?"

Being an only child, Linda wasn't very worldly wise when it came to boys
and all matters pertaining to puberty, these things had always been left
for Ted to sort out. It wasn't that she was a prude, simply that sex had
never featured very highly in her life other than as means to motherhood
and she had never really understood those that craved it so.

From the look on Art's face a pair of crumpets would have toasted nicely.

They looked at each other. There was nothing for it, he had to spell it out
and only then could he escape to attend to the briefs waiting in the bottom
of his bag.

"Mum.. it's uumm wot you call it? Uumm... yer, I know.. "

"It's what?"

"It's, ummm.. self-abuse!"

"What?" She froze. Her baby Simon! Sex! "No! Oh.. oh my god! He's not old
enough! No! You don't mean.. he's been.."

The crumpets would be burning by now.

Art swallowed hard and nearly choked on the word as he said
it. "Masturbating."

With that he literally rushed out of the kitchen and flew up the stairs to
the safety of his room.

Linda was left standing there in amazement. As a reflex reaction she turned
on the electric kettle to make the inevitable pot of tea and slowly sat
down at the kitchen table. This needed some thought, she had after all
given her word to Art not to say anything to Simon directly. The truth was
it had never occurred to her that Simon knew or even had anything to with
sex at all. Now she told he was masturbating. Surely he wasn't old enough,
he was still wearing shorts! If it wasn't for the fact that Art left semen
stains over his bedding and clothes she probably wouldn't have even thought
that all boys masturbated at all! Quite unlike Ted, her blinkered view of
sex meant that sadly she was rather of the opinion that masturbation was
neither particularly healthy, necessary, to be encouraged and certainly not
for young Simon.

Somewhere around six o'clock Ted returned from work and was greeted by
Linda who by then was ready for interrogation. He did his best to rein her
in without going into too much detail and managed to placated her whilst
still stating the obvious, that it was something all boys would eventually
do. Sagaciously he didn't suggest that for the proof of that particular
pudding she need look no further than bedding of her other son, Art! The
other point he made was simply that had they had a daughter of that age,
then he would neither want nor be expected to attend to any similar
problems. Hence, Linda should therefore respect the fact that Simon as a
boy deserved some privacy and was just growing up. Albeit, a little quicker
than what she might may have wanted and that ideally she should leave
growing boy matters to the boys!

Understandably, tea had a slightly restrained atmosphere, not least because
neither of the boys were great fans of ham salad! Simon knowing nothing of
what had been said about him earlier simply pretended there was nothing
amiss, whilst Art was worried that Linda might say something. Instead she
kept looking at her baby Simon in disbelief whilst Ted wisely kept a low
profile and actually enjoyed the salad!

After the meal was cleared away Art announced to some surprise that he was
actually going to finish his homework without being nagged to do so. Simon
followed his example and looked pointedly at Ted as he went upstairs hoping
he would take the hint and follow on shortly to offer further medical
advice and treatment.

Some ten minutes later Ted knocked on Art's door. Had it been a couple of
minutes earlier he would have caught Art with a magnifying glass giving the
stolen briefs a thorough inspection for signs of dried semen.

"Who is it?" called out Art as he pulled his chair further under the table.

"Me, Dad, can I come in?"

"Yer... course."

"Oh, right. What's the subject?" Ted entered and was surprised to see Art
sat down at the small table with his books spread out in front and actually
holding a pen.

"English innit?"

"Ah, a rhetorical question."

"Wot's that?"

"Uumm... you answer a question with a question." said Ted, "Are you all
right, you look a bit flushed?"

"I'm fine." Art wriggled about on his chair and then started toying with
his pen. The cap fell off onto the table.

"I gotta to put some ink in this. Anyway Dad, wot d'you want me for?"

"I was going to ask you about Simon, how was he today?"

"Oh yer! I had to take him to the nurse, `cause it was rubbing so bad." Art
winked.

"Oh no! That bad?" Ted sounded quite surprised. He glanced round the room,
it was certainly looking as though it was being kept a bit tidier.

"Yer, poor kid!" Art appeared to tremble and then grinned. "Ooh.. well she
had his pants off and had a real good look and rubbed some stuff on it."

Even Ted smiled at that. "Oh my god! I'll bet he wasn't happy!"

"No, but he knew he didn't have any choice. I gave in the note about
missing games and that."

"Good, right." said Ted turning to go out, "Well, you get on with your
homework and I'll go and see how he is."

The door closed. Art listened as the footsteps headed across the landing
towards Simon's room, once he was sure his father had gone in he pulled
back from the table. His left hand was clutching the stolen briefs wrapped
firmly around his cock, dribbles of warm semen were over his hand and the
white elastic waistband was saturated!

"Close!" he said to himself and grinned. "Flushed, yer all over me fuckin'
hand!"

Ted stood by the bed, Simon was sat on the edge "Well then, is it any
better?"

"No. It's worse. " Simon certainly didn't look very happy, "It was so bad
walking about that.. oh hang on Dad, I got something for you."

"What's that?"

Simon started looking through his blazer pockets.

"That.. well, Art made me go and see the school nurse." He pulled face,
"She had a good look at and put some stuff on it."

"She put the stuff on it!" Ted looked in amazement.

"I had to!" he paused and looked at the floor plainly embarrassed, "Till
now ain't nobody's ever seen it.. it's only you and Art."

Ted was rather touched by that, he put his arm round him and didn't say
anything.

Half a minute passed, Simon eventually looked up and just said "Dad."

"I know." Ted smiled, "Come on then, let's see if we can make it better."

"Yer, here's the note she gave me and said it was the best cream stuff and
you gotta get some."

Ted unfolder the crumpled note, "It's for some ointment I've never heard
of, I'll get Mummy to take it in the chemist for you tomorrow."

"Dad," he sounded worried, "does she know... I mean how? Have you told her
wot happened?"

"Well, I had to tell her something didn't I? But, she doesn't know exactly
how you hurt it."

"She wouldn't have guessed would she?"

Simon looked horror struck at the very thought of his mother knowing
anything of the actual mechanics of masturbation.

"I mean.. she, she wouldn't know about.. you know.. ummm.. how you
ummm.. about wan.."

"Maybe not." Ted interrupted, best not to put Simon through more than he
was already going though. "Now come on, let's go in the bathroom and we'll
put some more Savlon on it, it's all we got till we go to chemist
tomorrow."

Still sat at the table clutching the wet briefs Art heard the distinctive
click of bathroom door, that was his signal. Standing up, he wiped his
softening cock one last time with the cummy briefs before throwing them
under the bed. Typically in his haste to push his sticky organ back through
the fly of his jeans he didn't notice the spots of semen that were
glistening on the dark material. Neither did he realise that since he still
wasn't wearing any underwear the various dribbles that always seemed to
leak from the end of his cock were also rapidly seeping through to the
front of his jeans!

Very quietly he opened his bedroom door and peeped out, all was
quiet. Seconds later and a few short steps found him inside Simon's
room. Peering under the bed he was delighted to see that his intuition had
proved itself right and that it was exactly where Simon had hidden the old
duffle bag. In fact in Simon's hurry to hide the bag a couple of pairs of
briefs had now fallen out and were lying on the floor by it. Art smiled to
himself he crawled under the bed and rapidly gathered everything up not
noticing the dust and bits of fluff that had now glued themselves to the
front of his jeans. Beating a hasty, but noiseless retreat he was soon back
in the safety of his own room.

Without question the bag had definitely been the source of the smell in
Simon's room the previous day, pushing his head into it Art breathed in
deeply. Nirvana. A combination of sweat, piss and delicious sticky boyhood
genitalia. Despite having only cum minutes before, his cock had started to
harden again, automatically reaching down he unzipped his fly and reached
inside to find everything was still rather gummy.

Unable to contain himself even as he manipulated his hardening cock out of
the fly, he couldn't resist delving into the bag and came out holding two
pairs of briefs. The first were some Y-fronts that looked relatively new,
starting to slowly masturbate he inspected them, but was somewhat
disappointed as the owner had obviously not cum in them! However, despite a
few pee stains they certainly seemed by his standards more than clean
enough for him to wear the next day, since his only other ones were yet
again soaked in cum!

The second pair were elderly St Michael and looked to be a far more
interesting proposition. Once white, they were now grey and shapeless
having suffered the ravages of many a teenage erection including, it would
seem more than just a few emissions! His eyes opened wide when he saw the
evidence of the last discharge in all it's yellowing glory, did that mean
the briefs were still damp when they were taken off games? With his fertile
imagination in overdrive Art wrapped the heavily stained pouch around his
sticky cock and began to masturbate in earnest, visualising his latest
conquest Ian, with hands deep in pockets at the back of a class.

The innocent joys of youth.

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Chap 40 to follow