Date: Mon, 21 Dec 2009 08:46:15 +0000
From: Tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief Encounters Chap 46

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.............

First, I suppose I should wish all you avid readers a happy Christmas and
all that festive stuff, may Santa cum down your chimney but not make too
much mess!.

I think this will probably be the last post before the New Year as I
have\am become rather busy of late.

Also, I know that like all good things this is going to have to come to an
end within a few chapters. So, although I have an ending in mind I know
some of you have suggested the odd story line and would ask if you would
like something to happen to the charcters then email me and I'll do my best
to weave it in!

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Chapter 46 – Nigel makes a large deposit

"Here we are then."

Nigel sounding slightly apprehensive and kicked at the gravel on the track
as they approached the shed. "We'd better have a butchers in case some
bugger's been here messing about or that."

"Yer, well right." Art took a deep breath and looked at him. "This is it
then innit? You and me like, we're finally gonna, do it?"

"Art!" Nigel reacted to Art's look, "Don't fuckin' look like that at me! Oh
fuck!"

"Shit, sorry! It's just that... it's just you and me and that.. I'm a bit
sorta.. " Art stuttered to a halt.

Having a quick wank with Nigel was one thing but somehow this had developed
into something very special. For a start it was premeditated and they had
talked about it for a long time, but more importantly they had both
construed it as something deeper than the physical act.

"Will you just fuckin' shut up," Nigel avoided looking him in the face,
"you know I can't fuckin' get me head round all that emotional
stuff. So... so... just don't fuckin' go on about it, ummm.."

"Sorry.. but I'm fuckin' nervous too." replied Art.

The conversation dried up and they just stood there for a few seconds,
Nigel scuffed his foot on the dusty floor.

"So.." Art suddenly grinned and broke the silence, "so.. I'll just put me
cock up yer ass instead then shall I?"

"Yes!" Nigel smiled and shook his head. "You bastard!"

Quickly turning he started to walk around the shed which offered the chance
to compose himself saying as he disappeared around the corner. "I'm gonna
check this place out."

It didn't take long and a minute later he was opening the old padlock and
the door creaked open, sunlight from the solitary window played on the dust
that rose from the floor.

"Well, go on then." said Nigel gently pushing Art before him into the cool
of the shed.

 "Nige.." asked Art quietly and turned, "I mean we're not.. you know, wot
is it they say... queer or nothing, I mean by doing this. Are we?"

"You've said that before. I still dunno.. wot's a queer.. ain't they dirty
old blokes? Don't they kiss or something in public toilets?"

Nigel had just expounded the full benefit of his grammar school sex
education, where even the sketchiest facts of heterosexual sex were
virtually non-existent and the cardinal sin of masturbation was still
considered to be self-abuse.

This time it was Art who shuffled his feet sending up yet more dust into
the sunlight, "Is they blokes who are homosexuals the same as queers then?"

"Yer, I think so, but I don't give a shit about them right now. Come over
here and undo me jeans I can't fuckin' hold out much longer!" Nigel thrust
the wet spot on front of his bulging jeans towards Art and purposely looked
him in the face.

"Now don't you fuckin' tell me off for looking back at you." said Art
grinning before focusing on the hairs sprouting from Nigel's top
lip. Moving the couple of paces to stand in front on Nigel, he reached out
and started to undo the button on the waist, the wet spot on the front was
now enormous.

"No, I ain't telling you off.." Nigel blinked in quick succession hoping
Art didn't see, "but would you think I was... I was .. queer if I just did
this..."

He pulled Art's head to him and barely kissed it on top.

With a lump growing in his throat Art replied croakily. "No... I'd just
think you were me best mate."

"That's good." Nigel breathed in deeply. Feelings were tricky to put into
words. It seemed a good time to steer the conversation away before they
started plumbing the unknown emotional depths of adolescence.

"Yer, right." said Art who was feeling much the same, "Me dad once told me
not to go into public bogs and that on me own, `cause he say's that's where
they queers go and they likes school boys."

"Wot would they do to you then?" asked Nigel innocently. "I ain't never
thought about it. I wouldn't want some dirty old git holding me willy!"

"Well, I ain't some git and I'm gonna get hold of it!" said Art sniggering.

"No, difference is you're a dirty young git!" replied Nigel grinning.

"Fuckin' hell these jeans is soaking with spunk!" said Art pulling the zip
down finding his fingers coated from the wet denim. "Bloody hell, you sure
you ain't cum in 'em?"

"No I ain't, but I fuckin' am soon!" replied Nigel putting his hands around
Art's waist. "Now you just undo me button and let me cock out, it's been
hard so fuckin' long it hurts!

Art did as he was instructed which allowed Nigel's jeans to drop to his
knees, he smiled when he saw the purple head of Nigel's thick cock pressing
against the translucent, wet cotton of his briefs with the wrinkled
foreskin was pulled back over the glands.

"Now then, stop there `cause I'm gonna undress you and see your new pants."
said Nigel firmly pushing Art's hands away. Despite sounding authoritative
it was with some trepidation that he began to undress Art and wondered what
was in store.

"Nige." Art caught his eye and momentarily put a hand on top of Nigel's,
just as he had unbuttoning his jeans. "Your cock... promise, you won't hurt
me.. it's so big.. I'm worried.."

"Fuck! No, course I won't you silly sod!"

With that Nigel put lifted an arm and put it around his shoulders. They
remained there for a few seconds in total silence as Nigel gently humped
his raging erection into Art's equally full underwear.

"I won't force it, if I can't get it in then I'll just cum all over yer
bumhole!"

"Fuck you!" It was Art's turn, he quickly wiped his eyes. "You're fucking
wet pants have made mine wet as well now!"

"We're a right fucking pair ain't we! How many times is we've wanked
together?" Nigel sniffed and cleared his throat. "Wot a bloody state we're
in and we ain't even done nothing yet!"

"Let's get on with it then!" said Art sounding very positive and bending
down to dig in the pocket of his sagging jeans. Pushing one of the pairs of
briefs he had brought with him into Nigel's hand he said, "Get me jeans
down and then we'll put these on."

"Wot the fuck you got here?" Nigel let go of Art's jeans in surprise and
held up the briefs to the light.

"Bloody hell! They even got a hole cut in the ass!" he exclaimed and looked
at Art grinning. "Looks about the right size for your cock!"

"Could be." Art giggled. "Thought it would add to the fun."

"Hey, hang on! Wot the fuck have you got on?"

Art's white briefs would have hidden the red ones underneath, if the front
of them hadn't been saturated with so much precum that the two layers of
cotton were now stuck together. The red ones underneath were now pretty
obvious.

Art looked down, "Me dad bought 'em for me today. I just wore the white
ones on top for fun."

"Lucky bugger." Nigel sounded quite envious and started to run his hands
around Art's bottom tracing the outline beneath the larger white ones.

"Wish my dad would buy me some, all I get is fucking Y-fronts!" he slopped
his hand between the two layers and grinned. "Can I take 'em down?"

"You don't have to ask, silly bugger!" replied Art. "Yer, you can take 'em
both off and then put the white ones back on me, I don't want to ruin me
new ones!"

"Well, wot a surprise, they're already covered in cum!" observed Nigel
sagely. "And, they got a bloody hole in the ass as well?"

Art nodded and kicked his shoes off, rapidly followed by his jeans which
sent up yet another cloud of dust from the floor. Who cared if his clothes
got all covered in dust!  Standing there, with his shirt covering the top
part of his underpants and his rampant cock doing it's best to make a tent
in the front of both pairs of briefs.

"Nige, let me put your's on first."

Nigel smiled and slowly pulled off his own shoes and jeans, pushing them
through the dust into a corner. Art had seen and handled Nigel's
magnificent cock on many an occasion but this time he approached the slimy
pouch of the badly fitting Y-fronts with some reverence. Slowly running his
hands around Nigel's waist he eventually started to tug them down an inch
at a time until the waistband was impaled on the hard member
within. Kneeling in front he stared for a few seconds at the ominously
bulging cotton before looking up at Nigel and then taking him totally by
surprise ran his tongue over the globules of precum that had been forced
through the wet cotton from the bulbous purple head inside.

"Fuckin' hell! Oh god! Stop, please stop!" hissed Nigel. "If you don't stop
I'm gonna cum... and.. and I want to cum in you.. Art please.. don't make
me fucking waste it!"

Grinning, Art looked up again and purposely licked his lips before moving
his hands back up to the waistband where he started to again tug at the
briefs until they were below Nigel's balls.

"Thank fuck for that!" said Nigel heaving a sigh of relief. "I ain't done
it since last night and I can't hold out much longer."

"I can see that, the bloody things dripping everywhere!"

Still grinning Art paused and for a few moments looked at the strings of
precum which were hanging from the end and now reaching down to front of
the crumpled briefs below. Somehow, today Nigel's cock seemed even bigger
than Art had ever remembered it, for a second he mused that if only he
could have been born with something as impressive. But, it wasn't to be.

"Nige, you won't force it will you?" he said quietly, "Listen, I can get
two, maybe three fingers up me ass.. but, you got at least four bloody
fingers worth!"

"I've fuckin' told you, that I won't hurt you and I won't!" said Nigel, "So
come here I wanna see your new pants and then.."

There was no doubt they were approaching what could become a rather
emotional climax to something they had both waited a long time
for. Swallowing hard Art moved to stand directly in front of Nigel who in
turn had again fallen under the spell of Art's winning smile. There was no
need to say anything, the odd tear in the corner of the eye said it all as
Nigel wrapped his arms around Art enabling the emotional current to flow
freely through them both.

Time wasn't really on Nigel's side since he knew that he was liable to
ejaculate with very little warning and desperately wanted to do so when he
was at least holding Art close to him. However, he had yet to get Art
undressed before he could attempt anything so in between humping the front
of Art's briefs he eventually managed to get both pairs of briefs down to
his knees and Art kicked them off. The snag was that he then became totally
preoccupied with the examination and sniffing of Art's red briefs which he
picked up whilst they were still warm and wet. In a role reversal it was
now Nigel who was happily occupied leaving Art to pull down his soggy
Y-fronts and get him to step into the other pair with the slit
in. Completing the transformation by putting his own white briefs back on,
Art knew that at last his fantasies was over, reality was next.

Seeing as Nigel was still engrossed with the red briefs and having minutely
examined and virtually licked them all over, Art took the opportunity to
pick up the Y-fronts and bury his face into them in, inhaling deeply.

"You filthy bugger!"

Having put the red briefs down Nigel was grinning and watching Art greedily
sucking at the precum soaked pouch as he stroked his cock which was
sticking proudly out of the fly of his the briefs.

"You disgusting boy! Now stop that and come over here."

Art smiled and moved over, "Nige.."

"Oh for fucks sake, shut up!" said Nigel cutting him off and thrusting his
erection towards him, "I ain't gonna split your ass or nothing! Now get yer
hands around this!"

"Well it's a pity I ain't big enough to split you!" said Art grinning, "But
I'm gonna have a bloody good go!"

"Yeah, but I'm going first sunshine, else I won't last. Now for fucks sake
come here and get hold of it!"

Without wasting any further time Nigel pulled Art close so that their heads
were resting on each others shoulders. Art trembled and could feel the
hairs on the back of his neck rising, it wasn't only Tom that knew the
feeling of butterflies in the stomach! The truth was that Nigel wasn't
really that sure what to do either, since they had purposely avoided
becoming so emotionally close to each other until now. However, it was now
evident that there was far more to their friendship than simply a passing
phase for mutual masturbation. Nothing was said. Other than the odd
squeeze, they merely stood there in each others arms trying to convince
themselves that the attraction they felt for each other was not connected
with the dreaded word, homosexual.

It took them nearly a full minute come to terms with the situation during
which time Art had become accustomed to Nigel's freshly bathed smell. In
contrast, Nigel had concluded that a part of Art's attraction was the
overpowering smell of adolescent boy and stale semen! Not that it mattered
as that aspect actually seemed to draw Nigel even closer to him, he held
Art tightly before finally relinquishing his grip. In return, Art felt
relaxed enough to allow himself with much grunting, giggling and groping to
attempt to get extricate Nigel's slimy cock from the fly.

That only served to make Nigel more excited, in response he lowered his
arms to clasp Art's ample buttocks and started kneading them as his own
cock leaked ever more precum over Art's fingers. With no real physical
experience other than knowing what he liked to do to himself, Nigel decided
to take the anal foreplay up a level. In between fingering himself he
always enjoyed stretching apart and pushing together his buttocks to give
his bum hole a good workout, which was exactly what he started to do to
Art.

"Mmmh.." moaned Art quietly, "more... more.."

"You filthy ass hound!" said Nigel stretching both briefs and buttocks,
"You fuckin' love it!

"Ooww.." Art continued toying with Nigel's cock. The relatively clean
briefs were rapidly becoming wet with precum.

"Well, is it clean then?"

"Hmmm.."

"Dirty bastard! I fuckin' knew it!" Nigel was almost laughing, he knew Art
too well.

"Hmmm.."  Art was genuinely embarrassed.

"You and your dirty ass... I'll teach you!" muttered Nigel bringing an arm
around and pushing Art's hand away as he pushed his hand down the front of
his own briefs.

"Wot you doing?" stuttered Art unsure why Nigel was now playing with his
own cock. Maybe it was in annoyance because he hadn't had a bath or did
Nigel have something else in mind?

The answer was to come soon enough in the form of a stubby finger coated
with warm precum was forced between his legs and rammed up his bumhole
through the slit in the rear of briefs. Timed to perfection, the finger
squashed his prostate just as his buttocks were being mercilessly pulled
apart yet again to stretch his hole.

"Fuckin' hell!" shrieked Art in total surprise. He shuddered, one foot
slipped and he almost lost his balance.

"Better than the fuckin' skipping rope, innit?" said Nigel barely stopping
him from falling on the dusty floor as he began to pound Art's prostate.

"Arrghhh..."  Art was in no position to sensibly reply this was anal
heaven. "I wanna cum!"

"No, you fuckin' ain't! Wait, wait! Two?" Nigel pulled his finger out with
an audible plop! Wiped it quickly inside Art's briefs then ramming two
fingers up the slippery passage.

"Nige... Nige... oh fuck!" cried Art. It was a combination of pleasure and
pain as Nigel vigorously began to finger fuck him with his arm still going
between his legs.

"Squeeze my arm with yer legs." demanded Nigel.

Art responded but was rapidly losing his senses.

"Three?"

"No!" cried Art breathlessly. Nigel's question had registered. "No... not
three.. no, no.. I can't.. Nige no... it'll fuckin' hurt.. no.. please!"

If you can't take three then take this!" said Nigel withdrawing both
fingers and wiping them again on Art's briefs as he did so.

"Take wot?" asked Art still breathing heavily, it was all happening too
quickly. "Oh no.. you're not! No!"

"Oh fuck yeah!"

Ignoring his protestations Nigel spun Art round and pushed him so he
doubled over, his hands instinctively went out in front to stop himself
falling and ended up supporting himself on the edge of an old wooden
box. That sent another cloud of dust into the air and the sight of him bent
over with the St Michael briefs tightly stretched across his buttocks made
Nigel pause for a second. Savouring the thought of the split in the rear
seam he scooped up some more of his own precum from inside his briefs onto
his fingers and took careful aim.

"Nige.. you're not..." cried Art in sheer panic having painful visions of
Nigel's fat cock being rammed right up his bumhole. He tried to straighten
up to look round, but Nigel was easily the stronger of the two and pushed
him firmly back down.

"No, you daft fucker.. just fuckin' shut up and enjoy it!"

Art was about to say something else when Nigel's two fingers, gooey with
warm precum wedged themselves in his sphincter and stabbed his prostate yet
again, groaning with delight he relaxed and finally put his trust in
Nigel. Recognising that neither of them was far off ejaculation, Nigel
thought it was unwise to prolong the finger fucking for as long as he would
have liked too and decided it was time to slow matters down. Slowly
withdrawing his fingers from the eager hole and wiping them on the now
rather stained briefs, he smiled to himself as he took a few seconds to
line his cock up with the hole in the rear seam.

As Nigel expected, Art's breathing began to slow a little at which point he
said, "Right Art, now close yer legs and really get a fuckin' grip on
this!"

Savagely thrusting his slippery cock through the hole in the rear of Art's
briefs and ripping them even more he soon felt the bulbous end of his prick
making firm contact with what he assumed were Art's laden testicles. After
a moment of initial panic visualising he was about to get well and truly
fucked, Art realised that Nigel wasn't actually aiming for his bumhole. So
with some relief, Art did as instructed and clamped his legs together as
firmly as he could to constrain Nigel's slippery cock which had started to
force itself in and out between his legs.

Being a virgin and knowing no other similar sensation, Nigel thought it an
incredibly erotic thing to do hauling Art closer to him with each stroke of
his hard cock. With Art now breathing heavily and clenching his legs as
hard as he could it didn't take more than a dozen thrusts before Nigel
began to shudder and start to arch his back in the build up to his
orgasm. Having been erect for most of the day and made the gargantuan
effort to resist wanking since the previous evening, his balls were fairly
awash with semen which was now dribbling from his gaping piss slit into
Art's briefs.

For Nigel, an enormous climax was inevitable.

With the excitement building and with his thrusting movements frantically
increasing, Nigel unintentionally leant forward and began to put his body
weight onto Art who seemed initially to take no notice. Despite his own
occasional wayward anal experiences, Art had never experienced anything
like it before either so coupled with the strong emotional aspect he
imagined he was really being roughly fucked from behind. To heighten the
illusion and put himself closer to Nigel he had grabbed the cummy briefs
from the floor and was sucking on them as Nigel's shaft forced it's way
between his legs.

Being very close to cumming himself and somewhat confused with everything
seemingly going on at once Art scummed to escaping into fantasy land losing
both his balance and concentration. Moments later with an almighty groan
Nigel began to ejaculate into Art's scant pubic hair just as Art lost his
balance. They tottered, eventually falling down onto the filthy floor
together still firmly clutching each other. Miraculously Nigel remained on
top continuing to violently hump Art between his legs whilst discharging
spurt after spurt of hot semen into Art's briefs through the split in the
rear to absolutely coat his cock and balls.

With one last groan and a spasm from his back muscles, Nigel with his cock
still hard and twitching finally collapsed on top of Art on the filthy
floor. Rivulets of semen were beginning to escaping from Art's briefs and
running down his legs to form a wonderfully sticky surface for the dirt and
dust to adhere to.

"Nige.." Art sounded out of breath, "get off me.. you're squashing me
fuckin' willy!"

"Wot?" Nigel started to come around and opened his eyes to see the back of
Art's head inches from his face. "Oh fuck me!"

Art giggled, "Yeah. That's just wot I wanna do before I cum in me
pants.. now bloody get off me!"

With some struggling and a lot of expletives Nigel, looking absolutely
wrecked finally managed to get to his feet. Art didn't look much better,
particularly as he was now covered in the dirt from the floor which had
stuck to all the semen.

"Wanna bend over like I did?" asked Art staring at Nigel's grimy
briefs. Stroking the enormous bulge in his briefs he added. "Nige, I can't
fuckin' hold on.. I want to get it in you before I just cum.. I can't hold
on.."

"You dirty little fucker! Fuckin' look at you!" Nigel looked down and
grinned. "You think I don't want it as well...just you make sure it don't
fucking hurt!"

"Well fuckin' bend over!"

Nigel did as instructed and peered around his behind to see Art pulling his
absolutely rigid and rather sore looking cock from the fly of the squidgy,
cum filled briefs.

"Art.. you gotta do it through the hole me pants just like I bloody did!"
said Nigel as Art approached with cock in hand, "And, use some of me cum
that's all over yer pants to get yer fingers in."

"Wot, I got put me fingers up yer ass?" exclaimed Art in mock horror.

"Fuckin' right you have.. start with one and then make it two, like wot I
did."

"D'you do that at home as well?"

"Yeah!" Nigel giggled. "Same as you I `spect!"

"Who told you?" Art paused, "Fuckin' hell Nige, I been fuckin' dreamed of
doing this for months."

"So have I, so don't get all fuckin' emotional, just get bloody started!"
said Nigel. "I can't stay bent over here all fuckin' day!"

Taking a deep breath Art pushed his spunk soaked briefs against the taut
white cotton and could feel the leaking head of his cock finding it's way
into Nigel's inviting crack. Nigel flinched and began to feel his own cold
spunk soaking back through the briefs.

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Chap 47 to follow