Date: Mon, 16 Nov 2009 23:07:00 +0000
From: Tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief Encounrters chap 43

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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Now, please note boys (and girls) that I may be a little late in posting on
occasion due to the fact the house is having a major rebuild, but I'll try
and keep on schedule so keep checking!

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Chapter 43 – Surprise visit

Prompted by erections which felt as though they would never go down both
Tom and Alex were vividly recalling the exciting events of the previous few
minutes as they cycled away from Simon's house. The events had raised
something which had Tom thinking, there was something he wanted to know and
was going to try to bring it into the conversation whilst it was still
relevant and before reaching Martin's house.

"Wot you think of Art's cock?" asked Alex breaking the silence. "Thick?"

"Well, you know what it's like to hold mine?" Tom grinned, "And when I hold
your's it never feels as hard as you think it is, does it?"

"I sorta thought that." Alex nodded, "Yer, strange yer own always seems
harder don't it?"

"So his was just a big one like ours, see? And.. oh shit!" Tom swerved to
avoid a pot hole in the road, "And it was all sort of hot and sticky, hard
to rub! When d'you reckon our's will get that big?"

"Soon I hope so! Hey, talking of soon" Alex looked hard at Tom and smiled,
then blurted out what had been going around and around his mind, "I wanna
wank you off all by myself soon.. very soon."

Tom blinked he knew that smile. "But, we did that this morning!"

"But I wanna really play with you... everything, with no interruptions!"

All of Tom's butterflies woke up yet again. "And I'd like to... you
know... d'you think we could do it?"

"I want to as well." Alex smiled again. Tom was putty in his hands. "I'd
let you, we could.. take it in turns!"

Tom nodded, he could do it right now.

"Well we do it with our fingers fon't we.."

"Maybe we could sleep over at each others house in the holidays?"
interrupted Tom excitedly, "I've heard that other kids have done that."

"Cor, reckon they do sexy things?" Alex was intrigued. "I've still got me
hard on, so I'm all ready!"

"And me!" Tom grinned, "Sexy things! I hope so, but just don't get it over
me sheets!"

Alex smiled, the eye contact started Tom's butterflies fluttering again, he
had to change the subject it was getting too intense.

"Hey, you know with Art that you, well did you... you got a bit of a shock
earlier?"

"Wot?" Alex thought, "Oh, you mean.. oh fuck, when I.."

"Mmmh yer." Tom still couldn't quite look him in the face, "So, so.. wot
was it about... you put yer finger up his bum and.."

Blushing, Alex said it for him "Well, he had a dirty bum and I put me
finger up it!"

"That's wot I guessed when you jumped back like." said Tom making a
face. "Yuk!"

"Well wouldn't you?" replied Alex, still looking embarrassed but now
grinning, "I know I like bums, I admit it. But clean ones!"

"But, that's wot I wanted to say." Tom had obviously been thinking about
this for some time.

"See, it's all right doing it to meself or you doing to yourself and if.."
Tom blushed, "well if we ain't that clean then it don't matter do it?"

"Wot, you mean it's our own shit!" said Alex giggling. "Come on, we ain't
got no secrets tell me wot you're trying to say, I won't laugh."

Tom looked around, it was just the two of them on their bikes. He was even
getting a little embarrassed himself. It was a tricky subject and something
he had thought about during his recent sexual escapades..

"Look, wot I mean is how do know if anybody's ass is clean? Like, I might
want to do it to you and... well, you might have got a dirty bum!" he
thought for a moment, "I mean would you tell me before I put me finger up?"

"I `spose, if I remembered! I don't know, I ain't really ever thought about
it."

It was now Alex's turn to think, a tricky subject indeed. "See, I mean... I
spose when I've done it, it's just like I got so excited I just did it and
didn't think about it. See?"

"Yer, like with Art?"

"Right."

"I `spose wot I'm trying to say is that have you just been lucky? Wot about
Simon, he likes bums and he sticks his finger up anybody don't he?" Tom
giggled at the thought of it. "So is this the first time you've had shitty
finger?"

Alex blushed again, "Yer, I think so."

"So," Tom leading up to the sixty four thousand dollar question, "if you
thought you might find a dirty bum every time you did it... well, would you
still do it?"

Alex went very quiet, contrary to what he had just said about actions on
the spur of the moment knew very well that this thought had crossed his
mind before but had not wanted to address it.

"Alex, sorry.. I didn't mean to.. to.." Unsure what to do Tom waited and
looked down at the road as they slowly drifted on.

Alex coughed and looked at him. "I can tell you. Let's stop a minute."

Tom wondered what was coming next and pulled into the kerb, he got off his
bike and walked back to Alex.

"You know I likes bums and I love the feeling of putting me finger up."

Tom nodded and smiled, "And I love it when you do!"

"I've been afraid of it happening... you know.. and today it did." Alex was
plainly embarrassed. "But, the feeling I get from doing it and the feelings
that it gives you, I can't stop doing it. I do it all the time to meself at
night!

Tom wondered if he should have asked at all, this was from the heart. Alex
really had developed a thing about bums, it wasn't just something that he
did now and then.

"It don't make no difference to me."

Alex grinned, "Nor to me. A dirty bum ain't gonna stop me. It'll wash off
won't it?"

Tom nodded, the butterflies were really at it, however he now knew what
would eventually calm them down. Glancing over his shoulder he reached down
and touched the bulge in the front of Alex's shorts.

"When are you gonna put this up it as well yer finger?"

By now Alex had a lump in his throat and without even bothering to look
down held eye contact and pressed on the tent in Tom's shorts, in a croaky
voice he answered.

"At the sleepover. I thought you'd never ask! But only, only if.."

"Only wot?" asked Tom nervously.

"If you let me wash yer bum it first!"

By late morning Mrs Sykes had returned from work, had a snack lunch with
Martin and then gone off to visit her mother for an hour or so. Having more
pressing things on his mind, Martin had ducked out the visit with a pretext
of going to borrow a text book. Instead had got himself very comfortably
aligned in a deck chair in the garden and hoped he would be able to hear
when she had returned home. Still wearing the same old shorts he had his
hand through the hole in the pocket and contemplating, for him, doing
something very daring. Instigated by the spunk which earlier had coated the
cotton and was now almost dry with the material feeling a little starched,
his daring plan was pretty simple, it was to stay there in the garden and
wank himself off through the pocket. He wanted to experience that feeling
of having his briefs full of slime again and then to wear them for the rest
of the day before a finale in bed and of course, sleeping in them.

With a solid erection, the feeling of something gooey under his foreskin
all accompanied by and some slow, short strokes everything was going
deliciously to plan. That was until he heard the door bell ring for the
second time.

Hesitantly he withdrew his hand, wiped his fingers on the legs of his
shorts and wondered what to do. The insistent long third ring of the bell
finally got him up out the chair and pulling his striped shirt down over
the front of the shorts in an attempt to disguise the bulge he walked over
to open the door.

Tom and Alex were on the verge of leaving when they heard the footsteps
coming down the hall and waited, hoping it would be Martin and not his
mother.

"Wot are you two doing here?"

He smiled in surprise, it had been a solitary day and he was really pleased
to see them. Tom's heart fluttered, his eyes dropped down to focus on the
apparent lump obscured by the shirt.

"Well, we come to see you." said Alex stating the obvious, "Tom's got a
plan."

"Oh, good! So does it involve me then?" said Martin hopefully, beckoning
them in and leading the way to the rear garden.

"Yer, too right it does." Tom had found his voice and was avidly watching
Martin's bum moving in the shorts as he walked ahead with the outline of
his briefs just discernible.

"See.. tomorrow afternoon we're all gonna meet up." said Alex excitedly.

"Yeah," Martin nodded and then noticed what they were wearing, "Hey, why
you got those white shorts on?"

"Umm.." said Alex, " `cause we're all gonna wear 'em and you'll have to as
well."

"Wot? Why?"

He grinned, this sounded like fun, Slipping his hand back in the pocket and
through the hole, he hoped his actions would still be covered by his
shirt. It was then he took notice of Alex's shorts.

"Bloody hell, I can see yer pants! Wot, they're light blue like mine!"

"Thought so." Alex grinned, "Can you see wot Tom's got on as well?"

Turning, Martin stared then nodded, the sunlight highlighted the very
obvious lump within, "I reckon they're white. But, hang on, the front of
yer shorts looks all wet or something. Wot have you been doing?"

Tom blushed and Alex answered for him, "He's done it in his pants four
times so far, so he's all covered in cum and been walking round like it!"

Martin inhaled slowly and very deeply.

Very tempted as he was to say that was exactly what he intended doing he
said nothing, knowing if he did one thing would lead to another and his
mother would be guaranteed to return in the middle of it! It was a
fantastic opportunity but he just had to resist it and wait till the
following afternoon before being able to get his hands on the boys and
hopefully remove their shorts!

"And I've done it three times as well!" added Alex proudly.

"Wot! Today! You dirty little buggers.. together?"

"Sort of." Alex blushed, "Yer, we did twice!"

"Is yer Mum in then?" asked Tom looking round and quickly scratching the
front of the shorts.

"No, out. But, she'll be back soon, sorta half an hour, twenty minutes or
something."

"That's good, we got a bit of time then." said Alex.

"For?" Martin couldn't stop glancing down at Toms's shorts.

"Martin..." asked Tom quietly, "you used to wear white Y-fronts didn't
you?"

"Yer, why?"

"See, if I go home and me Mum finds these in the dirty washing now they're
all covered in cum, she's gonna go fuckin' mental!"

"I don't blame her!" Martin giggled. "What mother wouldn't?"

"Right. I was wondering, like.. `cause we were sort of the same size if I
could borrow a pair of yer old ones to wear home?" Tom looked at him
hopefully, "You can have 'em back!"

"Silly sod, `course you can borrow something, but.."

"But?" Tom sounded worried. Buts, were dangerous words!

"But, I wanna watch you change into 'em! You can leave those dirty ones
here and I'll even sneak 'em in the washing for you."

"Cor, you're a real mate." Tom smiled happily unaware of Martin's motive,
"I hope she never finds out about me wanking and making a mess of me
clothes."

"Nor mine." added Alex now beginning to wonder how he would he would get
away with it as well. "I think it's a lot worse if you ain't got no
brothers or sisters, `cause me Mum takes such an interest in getting you
looking all smart and that."

"Or trying too!" added Tom, now feeling a lot happier without the prospect
of evading his mothers all seeing eye.

"Same here." said Martin knowing the care he was taking to prevent any
traces of semen appearing on either his clothes or bedding.

"You got an old pair then?" asked Tom.

"Course, come on up to me bedroom and we'll get you sorted." Martin ushered
both boys to the stairs and purposely followed on behind them.

Alex led the way, the pale blue cotton tightly wrapped around his bum was
easily visible through the thin shorts, although it was Tom who was
immediately in front that had Martin's cock twitching. Being so close as to
be able to read the blue lettering on the waistband of Tom's briefs showing
through the thin shorts had Martin perilously close to cumming on the
stairs. It was only by exercising extreme will power that he managed to
contain all but a few more spots of precum from joining that already soaked
into his shorts.

"Right." he turned to the chest of drawers, "You sit on the bed and I'll
see wot I got."

Glancing back to see the boys making themselves comfortable on the bed and
looking around the room he pushed his erection hard against the chest
wishing it was Tom's bum.

"Tidy innit?" said Alex looking at the ubiquitous Airfix models on the
window cill, "This your bed then?"

Martin grinned. "Well yeah! It's the only one here innit!"

Alex grinned back and provocatively lay back allowing lump in his blue
briefs to be quite obvious through the shorts.

Martin drew a very deep breath.

"D'you lie here at night and have a wank thinking of us then?" asked Tom
winking and bouncing on the edge of the mattress.

"Might do!" Martin flushed, "Would that surprise you?"

"Oh fuck!" Tom was really flattered and it showed. "Oh! I was only joking!"

"I wasn't!"

"Hey, the bed squeaks!" said Alex giggling and adding, "So can yer Mum hear
you wanking when yer thinking about us then?"

"I hope not." Martin flushed again. He wanted to learn about their sex
life, not tell them about his!

Tom now started pulling at the front of his cummy shorts which were
beginning to stick to him, that coupled with the sight of Alex bursting out
of his shorts Martin knew he was very close to cumming. The truth was that
he was really afraid that his mother would return the very minute he tried
to start anything with the boys and knew that once started there would be
no stopping any of them.

"Look," he said hesitantly looking at Tom's tempting shorts, "I know we're
all excited.. but me mum's gonna be home and if we start something I won't
be able to stop."

Desperately disappointed at not being able to take advantage of the
situation, he was nevertheless finding the prospect of being so close to
them incredibly exciting. Particularly as he had now decided to spice up
his original plan of cumming in his briefs, by doing it without them
knowing!

"I guessed it was something like that!" said Tom, " `cause otherwise you'd
be up our shorts like a rat up a drainpipe! I mean look at the lump in yer
shorts!"

"Oh shit!"

Martin looked down, it was obvious, other than being compared to a rat he
felt that they seemed to understand his predicament. But, why was he so
embarrassed having thought that that stage of his relationship with the two
boys had passed. Tom grinned and appeared to understand whilst Alex was
becoming rapidly consumed by sex and looked detached, not to say excited by
the minute and looked to be in the mood to do or admit to absolutely
anything!

"Hey, Mart you said you thought of us... well I think of Tom and.. and..  I
put me finger up me bum and.."

Worried, Tom nudged him wondering what on earth he was going to say next!

"And.. and I think me finger's Tom's willy!"

"You don't... do you?" Tom looked amazed that Alex had admitted it all,
especially in front of Martin.

"Yes, I do!" he turned to look Tom right in the face.

"Oh god!" said Tom to himself and prayed that the butterflies which were
now fully rejuvenated might just calm down again.

"Anyway," continued Alex excitedly, still looking at Tom, "we also got
Martin here and he just said that he wanks when he's thinking about us
every night!"

"Well.. umm.. not every night!" stuttered Martin trying to hide his
blushes. It was the truth, since some nights he wanted to be fingered by
Art and Nigel in turn until he came!

Blushes or not, Martin desperately want to hide the fact he felt he was
about to cum or he knew the boys would want to join him. That with his
mother threatening to appear at any minute would be unthinkable, so whilst
Alex and Tom gazed at each other he took avoiding action. On the pretext of
dropping something he bent down, squeezed his legs together and painfully
as it was, he pinched the end of his throbbing cock to stop anything coming
out! A few seconds later he slowly stood up thinking it seemed to have
worked.

Tom was in an invidious position. Alex was undoubtedly his soulmate, but he
also knew he had strong feelings for Martin. To be faced by them both in
the confines of Martin's bedroom where the atmosphere was laden with the
prospect of mutual masturbation was getting him very confused, not to say
aroused.

Martin, looking rather red in the face and hoping they hadn't noticed his
strange behaviour, stood up knowing that whilst he hadn't felt he had
experienced a full blown orgasm, something had occurred inside his
pants. Pretending to be looking at Tom to guess his size for the briefs
which he had yet to choose, he was secure in the knowledge that they would
be a little small and Tom would undoubtedly be stitched into them! Moving
around to the bottom of the bed and offering them to Tom he thought that
the rapidly growing wet spot on his shorts would be hidden by the footboard
at the bottom of the bed.

"Try these, they might be a bit small. That OK?"

"Oh ta." smiling with relief Tom took them and looked back up at Martin who
was now expectantly waiting for him to put them on.

"You gonna put 'em on then?"

Smiling he pushed the front of his shorts hard up against the
footboard. The kaki material was all too soon showing the dark patch where
it had been rapidly absorbing the cum from his partial ejaculation only a
minute before.

Tom looked about blankly, what with the ever present butterflies, his
confused emotions and being such close proximity of both the boys he
suddenly felt very shy.

"Come on, stand up. I'll help you." said Alex excitedly and pushed him from
behind so he had no choice but to get off the bed.

Martin watched hungrily as Alex ran his hands slowly around Tom's slim
waist and rather jerkily started to pull the shorts down over the obvious
tent at the front. The sight of the briefs which were now translucent,
thanks to Art's copious deposit were stretched over the purple head of
Tom's erection almost sent him over the edge. His gaze was fixed on the
thin, slimy ribbed cotton, the traditionally sagging rear panel, the faded
Y-Front lettering and matching blue lines around the waist. How many
erections had those briefs had to contend with, how times had Tom cum in
them, who else had pulled them down and when was it going to be his turn?

Once again ramming his erection into the footboard he thought it could have
been Tom's ass, he knew that if only his mother had been staying out all
afternoon by now he would have certainly been romping on the bed with his
young friends. As it was, he just had to let the moment pass, hard as it
was.

"There. Four wanks and it still won't go down!" Alex grinned as he finally
pulled the briefs down to the floor allowing Tom's rather sore looking cock
to spring free and stick proudly in the air. Tom said nothing but looked
round to see Martin just staring at him, almost blushing he quickly broke
eye contact and kicked off the wet briefs before picking up the pair from
the bed that Martin had given him.

"Please... Tom, throw them over... I'll umm.. take `em and hide 'em for
you." Martin hoped he just sounded rather matter of fact, Alex picked them
up with two fingers and tossed them over.

"Yuk! Watch you don't stick to 'em Mart!" Alex turned back to see Tom who
was struggling to get the tight elastic waistband of the smaller briefs
over his rampant cock, "Cor, they look a bit tight you gonna get into 'em?"

"Yer.. bloody hope so!  I ain't got no choice." said the struggling Tom.

"All me old ones are about the same size, see that's why me Mum bought me
new ones," said Martin who was unable to take his eyes off Tom, "I must
have started to grow again."

As Alex continued to watch Tom's performance close up, hidden behind the
footboard Martin pushed Tom's cold, sticky briefs up under his shirt and
onto the lump in his own shorts. This was the point of no return. Holding
the wet briefs so tightly he started to wring the mixture of Art and Tom's
cum out of the white cotton to join with his own cum that was now starting
to filter through to the front of the kaki shorts. With Alex giggling and
encouraging Tom to pull the small briefs up they didn't notice the
strangled groan which Martin let out as he rubbed up against the footboard
pushing his cock around within his own slimy briefs. Holding Tom's wet
briefs the ejaculation process started yet again and it was only a matter
of seconds before he flooded the inside of his pants with an enormous load
of cum.

"There!" said Tom after what seemed an incredible amount of effort to pull
the briefs up, he turned to show the straining briefs to Martin who was by
now leaning on the footboard looking a little hot and bothered.

"You all right?" asked Alex looking at Martin.

"Where's me shorts?"

Asked Tom without taking much notice of the sweating Martin as he looked
around the floor. Tempted by his still erect cock he concluded that
although it wouldn't go down and it was a nice idea, he really couldn't
make five orgasms. The four he had had were quite enough for him,
particularly since they been enhanced by the ongoing emotional aspect of
being so close to both Alex and Martin.

"Yer, `course I am."

Martin sounding a little breathless. Something had now started to dribble
down the inside of his bare leg, he didn't dare look for as much as he
wanted it, to alert Tom to his emotionally charged state would be a
mistake.

Tom having found his shorts and was now pulling them up. Martin noted the
outline of the back panel of the briefs through them and was cross with
himself that with his mother due back he hadn't been able to actually get
his hands on, or even up them.

"Hey," said Alex, "we ain't said why we came round."

"No." Not that Martin really cared after what had just happened.

"Oh, fuckin' hell I nearly forgot as well!" Tom laughed. Now dressed he was
feeling far more secure.

"See... I got a plan where one of us is going to be sorta stripped and
played with.. you know."

Martin's cock which had just begun to soften started to harden again, at
last it sounded as though he was going to get his hands on those thin white
shorts.

"No, I don't know wot you mean!" he grinned, "But who cares.. so who's it
gonna be?"

"That's the secret." said Alex, "He won't tell me how he's gonna decide, it
might be any of us."

"Wot?" Martin was intrigued. "How?"

"No, I ain't telling you," Tom winked, "if you want to find out you gotta
be at the woods by the reservoir at about half past two tomorrow
afternoon."

With the involuntary twitching movements inside his shorts, another drop of
semen escaped to run down Martin's leg.

"And," said Alex excitedly waving a finger, "you gotta, well you must wear
yer white gym shorts with some pants underneath."

Martin's mouth dropped open, just what had Tom devised? "Who else is gonna
be there?"

"Well there's us and then ummm.. Dave, Joe, Jimmy, Brian and that." Tom
grinned, "All in white shorts and one of us is gonna get more fingers up
his bum than he's ever had before!"

"If any!" added Alex giggling to himself.

"Oh fuck!" Martin pressed hard into the footboard again, the wet patch grew
as his shorts absorbed ever more from his sodden briefs.

"Martin?"

"Oh fuck! It's me Mum!" Martin looked petrified on recognising the voice.

"Well it's all right innit?" said Alex calmly, "We're all dressed and that,
ain't we?"

"Yeah, sorry I forgot." Martin visibly relaxed.

"Martin are you up there?"

"Yer Mum." he called back down the stairs rather nervously indicating to
Tom and Alex that they should go downstairs, "We're just coming."

Naturally the unintended pun had Alex and Tom giggling. Martin blushed
knowing that he literally just had, then with the realisation that his
shorts were looking distinctly panic, panic set in!


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Chap 44 to follow