Date: Mon, 19 Oct 2009 15:44:44 +0100
From: Tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief Encounters Chap 40

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 40 – Saturday cums around

As ever in boyhood, the hot summer days drifted relentlessly on, in fact
just as relentlessly as Art carried on with his ritual morning wank.

It was going to be a special day. Not only did he have a whole bag of
briefs to chose from to use as a cumrag, but it was also the day his father
had promised to take him shopping.

Wiping the cum, well not so much wiping as smearing it, around his stomach
with a specially selected pair of rather small looking, pee stained
Woolworths briefs he wondered who had been wearing them last. He had better
pay more attention in the changing rooms! With that thought still running
through his mind he pulled his pyjama trousers back up, rolled over onto
his front and gently humped the bed as the last few drops of cum oozed
slowly out, whilst dozing off for another half hours sleep!

In the next room, Simon wasn't having quite such a happy time. Far from it.

Having so recently pushed his body into finally accepting that ejaculation
was the thing, he had courtesy of over indulgence and a very sore cock,
then almost immediately stopped all masturbation activity. However, his
genitals now having been fully commissioned and ready for immediate, if not
constant action had decided that another nocturnal emission was due to
relieve the mounting pressure caused by his constant erections! It was a
very unhappy boy who awoke, slipped his hand under the bedclothes only to
find his poor cock as hard and painful as ever. Now though, to make matters
worse it seemed wrapped, if not glued to his pyjamas by a disgustingly
sticky mix of boy cum and Savlon!

Definitely a case of three paces forward and four back. Simon was unable to
believe what was happening to him and beginning to wish he had never ever
heard about masturbation in the first place. While all his friends were
apparently having such fun, he was really suffering and the way it looked
now, he wasn't even going to be joining them to do anything that weekend.

Cautiously pushing the bedclothes back he was greeted by the smell of a
mixture of drying cum and Savlon, the pyjama trousers were pointing to the
ceiling and he could feel the material pulling on his cock where it had
stuck fast. Why him? This was just so humiliating he couldn't contemplate
confiding even to Art!  He looked at the clock, nine thirty two. Mentally
setting himself a deadline he watched the second hand countdown by ten
seconds before seizing the pyjamas and tearing them away from his cock.

"Simon are you all right?"

Ted was nearing the top of the stairs and about to ask Art about going
shopping when he heard a definite shriek come from Simon's room.

Simon was looking down at his hard cock, it looked, smelt and felt
awful. Humiliating or not this latest development was the final straw this
and had dispatched any modesty he had left. He was now past caring.

"Dad.." he called out in a pitiful voice. "Please come in."

"I'm here, now what is it?" Ted entered the room and walked over to the
bed. "Hang on I'll pull the curtains back, I can hardly see anything like
this."

Blinking in the light, Simon was sitting upright with is blue striped
pyjama trousers around his knees.

"Oh you poor kid, what's happened now?" Ted sat on the bed and looked. "Oh,
my god.. and.. it looks like... have uumm.. have you had a wet dream as
well?"

"Yer. Is that wot you call it? In the night. Now it hurts all the time."
said Simon quietly. A tear ran down his cheek, "Wot's wrong Dad.. it's
getting worse not better? Will it ever get better?"

"Of course it will." Ted leaned over, "But, I have to say it honestly does
look worse today."

Moving up the bed and putting his arm around him Ted thought to himself
there must be easier ways of bonding than this.

"I know Mum's going to get the ointment from the chemist this morning, why
don't you have a quick bath and then we'll put it on later?"

"Mmmh all right." Simon nodded. "Will you stay?"

"For a few minutes if you want."

"I'll be alright, it's just... it's getting worse and I can't do
anything.." he sniffed, "I can't even walk anywhere. I can't see me mates
or do nothing."

"Look, what about trying to wear some old shorts, a bit loose and then no
pants underneath.. nobody need know that." Ted smiled reassuringly, "Then
it wouldn't matter if the ointment got on them and well, I think it might
stop it rubbing. Is it worth a go, wearing your briefs the other day didn't
work did it?"

"No."

"And, you aren't going stay in bed all day are you?"

"No, let's try it then." Simon smiled through his tears.

All the commotion had even woken Art from his sex fuelled slumbers.

Rolling onto his back he kicked the covers down with his feet creating a
wave of rather stale, semen scented air which gently wafted over him. Even
he wrinkled his nose up at that, then looked down to surveying the freshly
stained lump in his pyjamas and finally realised he was lying on top of
something damp. It was the cum filled briefs. Having thought he had thrown
them out of the bed, he obviously had not and now squashed they had
distributed their slimy content over the bottom sheet. Pulling them from
under him and then throwing them under the bed the bottom sheet was soon
transferring the patch of cold spunk back onto his pyjamas! In reality it
was just the start of another typical day.

"Oh fuck!" he said, accidentally brushing his hand across the cummy seat of
pyjamas and discovering the mess. He stood up, and scratched his cock which
was for once only half up before starting to look round for the dirty
Y-fronts he had chosen to wear that day. Gathering the rest of his wardrobe
he wandered about the room and finally sauntered off to the bathroom
unaware that the pyjamas were still stuck to his spotty buttocks by the
sticky semen.

Locking the bathroom door he looked at himself in the mirror.

Not a pretty sight and not helped by the reek of semen, in fact it was a
pretty awful sight. Sniffing, he dropped the pyjama bottoms where he stood
and looked down to admire his now hardening cock. The cause of the smell
would have been apparent to anybody else, constantly wanking day and night
required at least some small degree of personal hygiene. Seeing his pubic
hair all matted with congealing spunk it ultimately became clear that he
needed to give things a bit of a wash. That would do the trick and it might
be an advantage to smell a little sweeter if he was going shopping with his
father. Besides which, in Art's world Sunday night was bath night
regardless, so why expend further effort on an extra and unnecessary bath
particularly as he hated cleaning the spunk off the sides of the bath
after!

Hobbling over to toilet with his cummy pyjamas still around his ankles, he
managed to successfully piss over the toilet seat followed by the wall
tiles, aiming his ever growing erection was getting quite tricky. Having
made a very cursory job of wiping the splashes with toilet paper whilst
bending over with his naked bum in the air only served to harden his cock
still further. It was no surprise that by the time he had waddled back to
the washbasin to clean his teeth his left hand had strayed behind him to
rub his crack. Sex ruled. Dribbling toothpaste everywhere he attempted to
clean his teeth whilst still fingering his bum and humping his erection
onto edge of the cold china basin.

Then, he had a brainwave. Well, the start of one anyway. Standing on tiptoe
he managed to hoist his cock and balls over the edge of the toothpaste
covered basin so that he could wash them. That was the theory, but in
practice once his right hand was all slippery with his mothers specially
scented soap the willpower to resist rubbing the head of his cock was
rapidly evaporated.

The brainwave had become a brainstorm and promised to be a very tricky, nay
sticky manoeuvre.

Balancing on tiptoe with one hand fingering his ass, his other hand was
acting as a surrogate bumhole being wrapped tightly around his leaking
cock. It was with some dexterity that he managed the position at all and
eventually he settled for resting his soapy hand on the edge of the basin
while still gripping his cock. With closed eyes he gyrated his hips in a
fucking motion whilst imagining he was fucking the tight little ass that
belonged to Ian and that it was Ian's finger that was up his bum!
Understandably it didn't take more than dozen smooth strokes through his
tightly clenched fist before he shuddered and shot his second load of the
morning over the blobs of toothpaste in the basin and onto the mirror
behind.

If this feeling of forcing his cock though some hot, tight, slippery hole
was anything like real sex, he wanted it.

Badly.

Very badly.

Maybe tomorrow would be the day? Could he talk Ian into it? If not, then
now he and Nigel had so rapidly progressed passed the stage of mutual
masturbation, then surely Nigel would be game to try something new.

Consumed by these thoughts and with his cock still like iron, he was
contemplating trying to cum for a third time when a loud bang came on the
door.

"Art, hurry up! What are you doing in there?"

It was Ted, having escaped Simon and now in need of a pee. He added under
his breath "As if I didn't know!"

"Errr... aahhh!"

Art let out a strangled cry indicative of being caught in the act and then
naively confirmed it by answering, "I'm coming.. Dad! Just...ummm doing me
teeth. Won't be a minute!"

Oh, sweet youth! Ted smiled to himself. Well yes, Art probably was cumming
or just had! What had he done to have not just one, but both his sons turn
out to be compulsive onanists?

Much to Ted's amusement after various bumps and groans the door finally
opened. Dressed, but still looking dishevelled Art peered cautiously out
pretending for all he was worth that he normally looked as though he hadn't
been caught wanking with his finger up his bum.

"There dad, it's all yours." Innocence personified.

Clutching his cummy pyjamas and trying to sound very relaxed, he moved
sideways to escape and grinned as only he could. That grin would let him
get away with murder.

"Thanks."

Ted glanced briefly at him, as ever he looked like an unmade bed. By now,
Ted was finding it very hard not to burst out laughing, not unusually where
Art was concerned the whole situation was becoming a little surreal.

"Art, maybe you'd better do your fly up, before we go shopping!"

Indeed he had. The fly was gaping wide open and as his erection was as firm
as before the once white but now pee stained briefs were pushing out of the
opening!

Art's heart nearly stopped, his face went from red to white. He didn't move
his head, just lowered his eyes and his jaw dropped.

"Oh.. ffff..."

"We'll go in a few minutes then?" said Ted quickly disappearing in the
bathroom and closing the door before dissolving into laughter. He hadn't
come to any harm himself through constant masturbation at Art's age and
viewed it as all part of growing up. Above all it was perfectly natural and
not something to be ashamed of, although he wondered if even he had
practised it to the extent that Art appeared to do! Simon though, might
need a bit of guidance or had he learnt his lesson?

"Who is it?" asked Art cautiously, thinking he heard a knock on his bedroom
door. He was still trying to decide where to hide the cummy pyjamas and
frantically stuffed them under his pillow, partly wiping his fingers on it
at the same time.

The door opened slowly, Ted poked his head around and smiled.

"I'm sorry son, it was so obvious."

"Oh Dad, but I... wasn't..." Art stuttered and nervously wiped his sticky
fingers on the back of his jeans. Avoiding eye contact, he quickly glanced
down and checked that his fly was fastened. It was. But, there was a but!

"You know.. I.."

"Yes, I know very well! But.."

Ted grinned and then stopped short on noticing Art's jeans. They might have
been fastened but his erection was as hard as before, the zip protruded
ominously. This boy was a sex machine, who had he inherited it from? Surely
he hadn't been as bad as this at Art's age! Or had he?

Ted tried again.

"But.. I was .."

That was as far as he got. Barely managing to keep a straight face he gave
up, it was getting ridiculous.

"But wot?" Art knew something was up and it wasn't just his cock. Quickly
looking down he checked yet again, his flies were definitely
fastened. Fastened yes, but the bulge was still there. Was that what was
amusing his father so much or was it?

Art glanced over and caught his eye. From what he knew of his friends
parents he realised just how lucky he was to have father with such a
liberal view on sex and a great sense of humour. Art started to grin again,
actually he felt like hugging him, but boys didn't do that! Ted smiled
benignly back thinking much the same about his number one son. How he
reminded him so much of himself at that age, plus of course the fact there
was never a dull moment when Art was about!

"I'll, I'll see you downstairs in ten minutes and we'll go then." Ted was
unable to say more in case he started to laugh.

"Yer. Right." Art looked visibly relieved. No reference to his constant
wanking, or his current erection so it couldn't have been that which had
amused his father. But what had?

"Fine."

He grinned again and fixed Ted with that special look that had got him out
of so much trouble. Despite the absurdity of the situation, Ted blinked and
knew he had to get out of the room. How he loved this boy.

"But.." he said before rapidly disappearing across the landing, "but, can
you wipe the mirror on your way down!"

In the neighbouring village, Tom had overslept and awoke with the
inevitable erection and had strangely enough also had his hands beneath the
bedclothes. After Alex's most enthusiastic response to the woodland
escapade he had spent most of the previous evening thinking about it and
then planning how he could get it all organised in time for Sunday. So much
so, that he had fully entered into the spirit of the thing and wasn't
wearing pyjama trousers but had gone to bed in his underpants with his
white gym shorts on top!

Long after he should have been asleep he was still rubbing his hands over
his bottom and tracing the outline of his briefs imaging he was doing it to
each one of his friends in turn. Then of course, he would have had to
explore every possible means of entry to the shorts, up the legs, down the
back and of course down the front. By midnight he had visualised every
possible permutation and been maintaining his erection for nearly over two
hours without actually cumming. It was time, he just had to cum. Lying
there, dreaming that it was Alex with one hand up the leg of the shorts
rubbing his prick through his briefs as the other snaked down the back of
the shorts to finger his bum. Then his overactive mind had one last idea,
it was to prove to be the icing on the cake or to be precise, the cum in
his pants, simply a sudden desire to do just that then sleep in them.

In the morning light he pulled at the elastic of his white shorts and
peered in, the bulge in his Y-fronts was still there all right as was the
smell of perspiration and damp semen. This was the first time he had wanked
and not wiped away the spunk, let alone slept in his underpants. It had
felt amazing to find his cock sliding around in it before finally drifting
off to sleep and was certainly going to be repeated! He just prayed his
mother wouldn't inspect the dirty washing that closely or she would
probably go into orbit.

He closed his eyes and thought about the woods again. The part of the
woodland plan which excited him most was that of the big unknown, just who
was going to be the victim and be groped by all those hot little sticky
hands! The cunning thing was that aspect was going to be decided at the
time by way of a clever little twist he had thought up. How he hoped it
would be him!

He looked at the alarm. It was gone ten o'clock, still it was Saturday and
for once there was no rush to get up, he listened but there appeared to be
no sound in the house at all. Knowing his father had had to go into town
earlier he assumed that his mother was doing whatever mothers did, probably
making a cake or ironing his underpants as she always had!

Underpants. They had fascinated him for well over a couple of years now and
particularly those belonging to other boys! The very word make his cock
twitch, he pushed the bedclothes down and pulled the elastic of the shorts
up again, looked down and then inhaled deeply. That was it, the smell and
then the sight of seeing his dried semen on the ribbed cotton, unable to
resist the desire to cum again and without giving a moments thought as to
how he would ever explain should his mother notice. He began to slowly
masturbate again, dreaming as before that it was Alex who had his hand
inside them. Those thoughts were soon surpassed when something far more
risky and audacious went through his mind. If he were to cum in the briefs
again, dare he wear them under the thin shorts for the rest of day and feel
his cock sliding about as he moved? Would he smell, would anybody notice?

Alex had also endured a long, hard night, tossing and turning, in fact
totally consumed by Tom's idea of going to the woods by the
reservoir. Naturally, like Tom he had been adding some colour to his
thoughts by frantically masturbating the night before and again that
morning when he woke up, the difference being that he used an old
handkerchief to clean up! Rushing breakfast as he couldn't wait to cycle
round to Tom to see if between them they could get enough of their friends
to put the plan into action.

Pedalling for all he was worth he arrived in record time, propped his bike
up against the front garden wall and walked quickly up to the front
door. On ringing the doorbell he was greeted by Tom's mother, who told him
that Tom was obviously having a lazy morning as he must be still in
bed. Appearing disappointed to hear that, she soon took the hint and
suggested that Alex might like to go upstairs and make him get
up. Something Alex was only too keen to do thinking that whilst Tom might
be still be in bed, he may well be up in another sense of the word.

How right he was!

Creeping very quietly up the dark red carpeted stairs the well worn white
shorts tightened around Alex's little ass to showcase the smart, pale blue
Y-fronts with the white edging. He hadn't realised just how revealing these
old, threadbare games shorts were going to be, in fact he might as well
have not been wearing them! Maybe he should have worn his new ones however,
for those who noticed he was going to prove an irresistible sight.

Having the makings of a good burglar he silently stood outside of Tom's
room. Now, was it his hearing playing tricks or were there faint rubbing
sounds coming from within? Unsure, he told himself it was the sound of
rubbing and therefore as good as an excuse as any to rub his own erection
in sympathy. This only highlighted another small problem, not only were the
shorts worn to the point of being virtually see-through but they had no
pockets through which to play with his cock!

The wasn't much of an option really, either squeeze it through the material
at the front or put his hand down the front. Still straining to hear what
was going on in Tom's bedroom he opted to put his hand down inside both
shorts and briefs to rub the spongy head between finger and thumb while he
listened and waited. Wait for what though? After a minute he thought to
himself that was quite a good question! If Tom was wanking quietly away,
then he wanted to see him cum and maybe even help him! Removing his hand
from his shorts he took a deep breath, grabbed at the door handle and
suddenly burst into the room.

Tom was lying on the bed, his eyes were tightly closed in concentration,
the covers had been kicked off and his white shorts were down around his
knees. His right hand was pushed through the fly of his briefs and his left
appeared to be threaded through the elastic leg opening and disappeared
towards his bum.

Alex couldn't believe it. Finding Tom in his underpants like this was one
of his favourite wanking fantasies, speechless his mouth literally dropped
open in surprise.

Tom on the other hand was now just staring, motionless, frozen and had all
but turned white with shock!

They looked at each other for a few moments, slowly Alex moved towards the
bed and saw from his face that Tom had really experienced something of a
heart stopping moment. Although, in fact what had totally terrified Tom was
his initial thought that it was his mother who had entered the room!
Something, to be dreaded by every schoolboy of wanking age!

Alex lowered himself on the edge of the bed, he bit his lip and looked at
Tom's face, it was still white with shock

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to do this to you. It was.. was.. a joke."

Eventually Tom drew a deep breath and looked into Alex's eyes. He slowly
and deliberately put his hand on his knee, it was like an electric
shock. Alex shivered.

"You daft bugger!"

Unsure if that was being said as a term of endearment or chastisement Alex
didn't know what to say.

"Tom.."

"Ssshh, just shut up. You scared the bloody shit out of me.. I thought it
was me Mum!" Tom sounded rather croaky. "Oh fuck! But, now yer here, why
don't you finish me off... you sod, I was just about to cum when you burst
in!"

Alex clenched his fists, fought the tears back, leant forward and hugged
him.

"Shit, I thought I'd.."

"Well you didn't." Tom wrapped his arms around him and raised his hips off
the bed to grind his cock into Alex's shorts, "And now you're going to pay
for it!"

Alex squeaked in delight and hugged Tom even closer!

"For fucks sake, you'll strangle me!" exclaimed Tom giggling, "I'm gonna do
to you what I dreamed I would last night!"

"Do to me?" Alex was rather overcome by that, he hadn't thought that Tom
would still be fantasising about him now that Martin had appeared in their
little world. "But wot about Martin.. I'd thought.."

"You daft sod! Wot about him? We're gonna share him.." Tom laughed, "and at
the same time! Now, d'you want his front or his back!"

There was no time to answer. Tom's hand had already made a lightening entry
up the leg of Alex's shorts and started to rub his ass through his briefs.

"You got yer shorts on ready then?"

"Yes! And you've got your's off! You been like this all night?" Alex
returned the favour and pushed his arm under Tom's body to get at his bum.

"Yer.." Tom grinned not that Alex could see, "And I've cum in me pants and
slept in them!"

"Wow! That why you smell!" Alex was impressed, "Cor, I've always wanted to
that but have been afraid me mum might find the mess after."

"I couldn't stop meself.. it was wearing these shorts that did it!" said
Tom excitedly, "And, d'you know what we're gonna do now?"

"No."

"This!" with that Tom grabbed at Alex's shorts and roughly pulled them down
to his knees and then resumed rubbing his bum with his hand, the blue
cotton being pressed further and further into Alex's crack as he did so.

Alex moaned with delight.

"And now this!" Without any further warning the hand ducked under the
elastic and a finger pushed it's way mercilessly into Alex's hot bumhole.

"I hope your ass is clean, but I don't really care!"

Before Alex could reply Tom continued, "And then this.."

Pulling Alex to him and violently humping his straining cock against Alex's
briefs, "Now, I want us both to cum in our pants at the same time!"

"Jesus!"

Uttering such holy words Alex was quite rightly thinking he was well on his
way to heaven.

"Fuck! Ooh!"

Tom winced as Alex's finger took it's revenge and forced it's way past his
sphincter and with what was obviously considerable practice easily found
his prostate, all but triggering his orgasm.

"I'm cumming... I'm cumming... ohh shit!" Tom was almost over the edge,
"tell me when you're... you're.. cumm.."

Too late.

"Ahh... fuck... oohhh..." Despite the excitement Tom had also found Alex's
prostate and prodded it like it had never prodded before! The response was
instantaneous, it came in the form of a generous deposit of hot sperm
spewed all around the inside Alex's blue pants, clean they were no longer!
Feeling Alex's body shaking in the throes of the orgasm was the cue for Tom
to ejaculate for the second time into his still damp briefs. Exhausted,
Alex lay on top of Tom silently holding him for a couple minutes as the
fresh warm sperm slowly soaked through their briefs to fuse between them.

Finally Alex rolled off onto the edge of the single bed. His shorts were
now only hanging onto one leg, looking down he was shocked to see the front
of his briefs so wet considering he had ejaculated earlier.

"Tom! Wot am I gonna do," he looked again, "me pants are all wet! In these
shorts people will see! Oh shit.. and me Mum?"

Tom giggled "It's what you wanted isn't it? Here, watch me, wot you gotta
do is sort of smear it about a bit!"

With that Tom stood up, albeit rather shakily and putting the palm of his
hand on the large wet spot of his briefs he rubbed it all around to spread
the cum all over his tummy, then he wiped his hand on the rear of his
briefs.

"Now, just pull yer shorts, see? And there ain't too much cum to soak
through!"

Alex was smiling, this was really quite silly and other than feeling nice
surely couldn't do much to help matters! However, he stood up and repeated
the exercise, finally pulling his shorts up as instructed.

"Hey it feels a bit funny walking about with sticky pants!" he
grinned. "But.. don't we smell a bit?"

"No, I don't think so."

Tom was sniffing the air and quite oblivious to the fact that in the
confines of a very sexually active boys bedroom it would be very hard to
smell anything other than pubescent boy and spunk!

"Now, I'm gonna go and clean me teeth and that. So hang on here and then
we'll cycle round and see who we can get to come tomorrow afternoon."

Once he was out of the room and Alex had heard the bathroom door close, he
bent over Tom's bed and pulled the covers back. It was something that he
had dreamed about the other night, he stared at the bottom sheet and smiled
when he saw the small creamy stains. So he wasn't the only one! Bending
over with his nose almost touching the sheet his cock started to engorge
again, sliding itself easily around inside his cummy briefs as it did.

By late morning a jubilant Art had returned from his very successful
shopping trip and had immediately disappeared up to his room to examine his
purchases before trying to squeeze his erection into the new briefs! That
left his father to attend to the appointment with the ointment for Simon's
anointment.

Having taken the earlier advice Simon was wearing an old pair of blue
shorts and despite the state of his cock had found it somewhat exciting to
walk around with nothing underneath. He was in the garden sat with his legs
apart enjoying the sensations of the breeze on his cock when Ted walked out
and told him that he now had the ointment.

"Do you want to put it on?"

"Umm, dunno Dad. Will it sting?" Simon looked a little apprehensive, "Why
don't you do it now, I'll watch and then do it meself next time."

"You still want me to, are you sure?"

"Well, You've seen it now haven't you?" Simon blushed and shrugged his
shoulders.

"Yes I know," he smiled, "and I honestly can imagine what it's like having
it done to you as well. Just think on it as an injury, there's no need to
get embarrassed."

"I know. But I do!" Simon stood up and headed for his bedroom.

"Actually, so would I! Who wouldn't?" Ted slapped him on his bum as they
went up the stairs. "Let's go do it."

Miraculously, Simon's cock stayed down which made the operation far less
embarrassing for him. The ointment didn't actually sting and was to be
applied three times a day plus before going to bed, it was that which made
Simon ask about something he had been thinking about on and off most of the
morning.

"Dad, I was thinking about.. umm.."

Ted was wiping his fingers, was this going to be another father and son
moment? Between the two boys there seemed to be quite a lot of them of
late.

"You were thinking about what?"

"Umm, well you know.. about.. and.."

"No, I don't! I think you're going to have to tell me, I might be clever
but I'm not a mind reader!"

Simon smiled, he visibly relaxed and after a couple of seconds asked. "Dad,
this morning, you said something about a dream.. wot sort of dream.. wot
did you did mean? I didn't understand."

"What? Oh yes. You mean when I said you'd had a wet dream?"

Ted paused, he didn't want to put Simon off asking questions since as he
had obviously been thinking about matters for some time and had finally
plucked up the courage to ask. Far better to have the correct information
in the first place than rely on schoolboy myth.

"Let's start from the beginning." He sat on the bed next to Simon. "Look,
you remember we joked about you practising, didn't we?"

Simon looked serious and nodded, "Yer."

"And then you found that by doing all that practising finally something
happened? Do you really know what the words masturbate and ejaculate mean?"

"I think so." Simon blushed with embarrassment.

"Tell me then." asked Ted.

Looking at the floor Simon cleared his throat. "Umm.. masturbation is
uum.. oh.. sorta.. rubbing.. Dad!"

"OK, if we put it in your schoolboy language then masturbation is wanking
or as we were jokingly calling it the other day practising!"

Simon nodded and looked at the floor again. Why ever did he ask.

"Right, now if you masturbate long enough you will ejaculate which is when
you produce semen, which is what makes babies. And, we both know that it's
only very recently that you have been able to do that now, don't we?"

"Yer, I `spose." He coughed. What an admission to make. His face red and
his eyes tightly closed he needed to clarify one more thing in his mind,
this sex thing was so confusing. "But, Dad, so... is ejaculation the posh
word for, for.. cumming?"

"Yes, that's right." Ted put his arm round him, "I'd rather you learnt all
this from me properly, you never need to ever be embarrassed, you know
that."

"I know." Simon looked at him, then grinned red or not, "But I am and I
do!"

"Don't worry. Now, we'll just finish this. Physically, you went from being
a boy to a man because that first ejaculation was the big turning point for
you. D'you see that?"

More nods.

"Now though, you're body hasn't quite worked it out that ejaculation should
only happen when you masturbate. So sometimes when you have only just
started being able to ejaculate it does it for you without asking." Ted
looked at him, "Is this making sense now?"

Simon nodded, it really was. "Yer, I'm beginning to understand."

"But," concluded Ted, "your body will only ever do it when you are
asleep. So every now and then you may wake up and find a bit of a mess,
just like this morning. And, it's what has been traditionally called a wet
dream. Once your body sorts itself out over the next few months or longer,
then you might never have another one."

The mysteries of life were being explained.

"Dad, I was worried `cause.. I thought it.. "

"I guessed you were." Ted smiled and was about to get up, "Now, I've some
things to do."

"Yer, only." Simon pulled himself up and threw his arms around his neck.

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Chapter 41 to follow