Date: Wed, 06 Jan 2010 23:44:23 +0000
From: Tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief Encounters  Chap 47

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



First, a happy and New Year and all that stuff to you loyal reader(s) and
secondly enjoy the story, now read on...


47 -- Saturday comes


"Ohh... ohh.. oohhhh!"

Firmly grasping his weeping cock and attempting to suspend any movement in
one final effort to stem the flow of semen that had been oozing forth, Ian
had managed to keep the stop-start ejaculation sequence going for several
enjoyable minutes. However, he knew that holding out for very much longer
was virtually impossible and turned his head to sniff again at the dirty
white briefs lying beside him on the pillow. They were the pair he had
stolen from the changing room and hidden in his schoolbag, which were the
very ones which he had told Art he didn't have!

In fact, since that very exciting episode with Art and Nigel in the
changing room his interest in boys underwear had rapidly taken off, to the
extent he had even changed from his pyjama trousers into his Wolsey X
briefs to add to the current excitement. At the time he hadn't entirely
believed what Nigel had said, but now he understood exactly what he had
meant when saying that handling another boys underwear was an incredible
turn on and subject was now constantly in the back of his mind. The very
worn and pee stained St Michael briefs he had hidden had become the source
of innumerable fantasies as to which second year boy had owned them and
what he had done in the. Now, having now been thoroughly inspected, sniffed
and even licked by Ian, he intended to use them as a cum rag.

So, with one hand slowly massaging his slippery cock and the other holding
the dirty briefs he allowed himself to quickly sniff them just once more
before wrapping them around his cock prior to the impending ejaculation. In
his excited state he was losing touch with the reality of the Saturday
morning and drifting off into fantasy land with Art and Nigel who about to
capture and strip an entire class of second year boys! It was becoming a
little too real and he moaned as another gooey string of precum dripped
down to his stomach, whilst his legs involuntarily jerked heralding the
long awaited climax.

"Ian!"

With no warning the bedroom door suddenly opened as his mother walked into
the darkened room, peering through the gloom over towards his bed in the
corner.

"That groaning noise. Are you alright?"

Under the circumstances his strangled response was predictable if not
instant.

"Ffffuuu...fffine.. I... umm.."

"You mean fine? What are you doing up here in the dark. Let me draw the
curtains, it's time you were up anyway!"

It was the moment that every schoolboy dreaded. The moment. Categorically,
the moment.

Could there possibly be anything worse than being caught masturbating by a
doting mother? No, basically! Nothing worse. However, the consolation was
that at least she hadn't actually caught him with the bedclothes pulled
back!

Having her back to him whilst she fiddled with the curtains, he swallowed
hard and tried to decide what to say, but was still unable to offer
anything comprehensible by way of an answer. He just lay in the bed knowing
that he looked deathly white, praying she didn't see the sweat breaking out
on his face as the tremors of his tumultuous orgasm continued to rack his
body. With his mother in the room it was perfectly understandable that this
didn't feel like a normal orgasm, the hot burning feeling was missing
although something was certainly happening deep inside him. Desperately
wanting to grab hold of his pulsing cock, yet knowing he just had to resist
all temptation he lay there trying not to shake the squeaky bed as his
balls which had been so tormented pumped out enormous quantities of semen
into his briefs.

"Cramp.." he finally croaked, "it was cramp Mum."

"Didn't know you got that." she replied in a very matter of fact way still
trying to get the curtains to stay bunched up.

His eyes becoming accustomed to the sunlight which now flooded the room,
his heart missed a beat when he saw he was still holding the dirty briefs
under his nose! In a split second he managed to push them below the
bedclothes just before she turned around to face him. Being in the final
throes of his orgasm he was still unable to control the muscle spasms and
the bed creaked ominously as he felt another rivulet of warm spunk
dribbling down between his legs. The thought of whether it was going to
stain the sheets flashed through his brain but was soon forgotten when his
mother, Alice loomed over him!

"I was in the bathroom, getting the washing and heard the noise." she
smiled, "Just wondered if you were alright. You do look a bit peaky."

"Just cramp Mum."

Despite the odd creaks from the bed Ian smiled as convincingly he could, it
looked as though he was going to get away with it. If the sheets happened
to get badly stained in the process that would be a small price to pay!

"Anyway, while I'm here I'll take your dirty washing now that we've had the
machine mended and I can get a wash on again." She looked around the room,
"The repair man came late yesterday and fixed it. We've been nearly a week
without it, lucky we got enough clothes to last isn't it?"

"Yeah, of course." replied Ian lamely, there were far more important
matters at stake than washing a few clothes. Immediately he was far more
concerned with what now felt like a river of semen that was running down
between his legs and possibly soaking through his briefs into the white
sheet below.

"There, that's what I want." said his mother eying the remnants of his
school uniform lying on the floor in the corner. She picked up the grubby
white shirt which exposed the grey trousers underneath. They were just as
he had stepped out of them complete with his briefs still in position which
were now displaying several ominous stains!

"Oh." She actually sounded slightly embarrassed, gingerly pulling them out
from the rumpled trousers she momentarily glanced over to him as she did
so.

Unable to see properly and not daring to move, it was not till he saw what
his mother was holding that Ian realised that she was referring to his
various bodily emissions! With that, the cold sweat which had initially
taken hold started to rapidly evaporate as he turned to a brilliant shade
of ultra embarrassed red.

"You'll be getting up now then?" she said in a tone which left him no
option.

"Yeah, course Mum." he replied unenthusiastically whilst fervently wishing
she would just go away somewhere and leave him alone.

Why was him who had to have the most tidy, houseproud, prim and proper
mother? Surely not every boy could be hounded as much by such a fussy
mother, she even ironed his underpants to prove it! His father wasn't much
better, he had given up the struggle for independence years before and just
went along with what was demanded of him. Maybe, as Ian concluded some time
before, that was why he worked in a boring office insurance job. Now, why
couldn't he have had a father like Art's, who from what he had heard
sounded such fun and had a great sense of humour!

"Ah," she said seeing his pyjama trousers lying crumpled on the floor by
the bed, "I might as well take those as well, while I'm here."

Could the situation possibly get any worse? Yes.

Unable to face what could be coming next Ian simply closed his eyes as she
leaned down to pick them up. Hearing a rustling noise he cautiously opened
one eye and saw her holding the grubby shirt and stained briefs under one
arm whilst she just stared the pyjama trousers in the other. His worse
fears were confirmed, it looked as though she had found the wet patch and
finally realised that if she was holding his trousers then he wasn't
wearing any!

"Well.. umm.."  Just for once she appeared lost for words and looking
somewhat flustered headed rather quickly for the door without looking back.

Whilst plucking up the courage to put his hand inside the very soggy
briefs, Ian lay there for a minute trying to think how best to handle the
situation. There was no way, he was just going to have to bluff it out. He
also thought there was also no way his mother was going to reappear in a
hurry, so he gently pushed back the bedclothes to be greeted by an
overwhelming smell of fresh teenage spunk. The clean briefs he had put on
only minutes before were now translucent and stuck to his still very erect
cock.

Looking at the sticky mess brought a wry smile to his face when he thought
that this must have been his biggest load of cum of all time, although the
downside was that it did appear to have coated everything in sight! With
some trepidation he slid himself off the bed, the briefs sagging slightly
under the weight of the discharge when he stood up. Looking nervously
behind, the once brilliant white bottom sheet had indeed suffered a
calamity of very worrying proportions with the floral pattern on the
mattress showing through the wet cotton sheet.

Life had to move on, particularly if his mother was still about, so in a
series of very careful movements he managed to step out of the
briefs. Standing there with his cock as hard as ever and his legs
glistening in the sunlight with streaks of drying cum he was at something
of a loss on how to clean up. However the first step was glaringly obvious
and picking up the cummy briefs from the floor, he knew they were not to be
ignored and were just waiting to be sniffed and licked!

The fun part over he pushed them behind the chest of drawers to dry out,
knowing only too well that his mother would be vacuuming the traditional
hiding place under the bed, probably sooner than later! Next he had to
clean himself up and since his striped pyjama jacket was already strangely
damp in places, that served to wipe most of the slime from around his cock
and balls. The jacket was in turn consigned to lie on top the wet sheet
under the bedclothes in the vain hope that it might absorb something,
however little.

Finally, feeling quite pleased with his domestic accomplishments, he turned
to the top drawer of the chest to get some more clean briefs so he could
get dressed and go downstairs to brazen it out. There were none! All the
drawer contained were the remnants of his junior school underwear,
comprising of some most unfashionable vests plus a couple of pairs of very
worn Woolworths briefs. What his mother had said about the backlog of
washing which was now making perfect sense, in essence there was nothing he
could fit into, let alone wear for a day, unless.

Unless that was, he could manage to somehow squeeze into the stolen St
Michael briefs. Originally he had intended to use them a cum rag, after all
they were only a little bit damp in places! Just the very thought of that
made his still erect cock lurch ever skywards to the point where it was
almost becoming painful. Why hadn't he thought of that before!

With something a struggle he finally managed to get them on over his
throbbing cock, he turned to look at himself in the mirror, tight wasn't
the word for it for who ever had owned these briefs were certainly smaller
than he was. The proud erection was hardly noticeable having been
shoehorned in, plus the briefs were so painfully small and he really felt
as though the blood supply to his legs had been cut off!

He reasoned that the other option was to wear nothing under his jeans, but
knew from experience that his adoring mother would expect him to be in
shorts as it was predicted to be yet another hot day. And, if he were in
shorts with no underpants then constant erections would be the order of the
day, so it had to be the dirty briefs! With some difficulty he pushed his
thumbs in through the elasticated leg openings by his balls and forced the
material down hoping to stretch the leg openings and so restore the blood
flow.

It didn't take a lot of effort to produce a gentle tearing sound which in
turn heralded a total release of the pressure and some cool air around his
balls!

"Oh fuck what now!" he said out loud in panic and peered down between his
legs to see what had happened.

The left hand side leg opening had certainly been stretched to the point
that the elastic now hung limply between his legs and was more or less what
he had in mind. Whereas the fatigued elastic on the other opening had
simply parted company so that the fabric was just hanging and offering
neither support nor cover to his balls at all.

"Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he repeated to himself angrily.

"Ian!" It was his mothers voice from downstairs.

"Oh fuckin' hell! Wot now!" he said under his breath, becoming quite
annoyed by her constant attention and knowing he get downstairs without any
further delay. There was no choice, it had to be the pale blue shorts,
turning to grab them off the chair they then fell on the floor and as he
bent to pick them up his balls fell out the bottom of the now very one
sided briefs!

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Why won't she fuckin' well leave me alone!"

Things were going from bad to worse.

"I'm coming Mum." he shouted out and scrabbled to finish dressing.

Finally pulling the shorts up and purposely not tucking his T-shirt in the
vain hope it would help cover the ever present erection which was no longer
being concealed by the tight briefs. It felt very strange, almost as though
he wasn't wearing any underpants at all, strange but very sexy and did
little to make the erection diminish at all! Heading down stairs he knew
that he hadn't cleaned his teeth or even washed and appeared in the kitchen
whilst still smoothing his hair with his hand.

"Ah, at last." his father, Nevil was leafing the newspaper, he looked up
and smiled

"At last wot?" said Ian, wondering if there was something he should know.

"Well, you've appeared."

"Yer, right." Ian looked around, "Where's Mum, I thought she called me?"

"She's in the garden now, but she did call you. I think she wanted you nip
to the shops on your bike or something." he nodded towards the garden, "I
told her I was going that way this morning anyway and not to bother you,
since you were well.. in bed."

"Thanks." Ian smiled politely yet had a nagging suspicion was there some
inflection on the words `in bed'.

"Now you'd better eat some breakfast before she gets you doing something
else."  said Nevil closing the paper and smiling back. "Didn't you say you
wanted something from the cycle shop the other day, d'you want a lift if
I'm going in anyway?"

"Yes please Dad, `cause I need some new brake blocks."

"Fine, we'll go after this. Then I'll get some change and you can have your
pocket money as well."

"Oh, thanks."

Standing, Ian had his back to him and was busying himself filling a huge
bowl with cornflakes and two large spoons of sugar, he squished his
erection into the handle on the kitchen cupboard door as he did so. Then,
having only just sat down at the table and started eating, Alice appeared
from the garden bearing some freshly cut flowers. This was it, time to
brazen it out.

"Ian, so you're up. I wanted you earlier for an errand, we need some more
icing sugar for the cake." she said as though nothing had happened earlier,
"But then Dad said he's going in to the shops and he'll get it for me."

"Oh, right that's good." said Ian staring into the bowl. Was that was all
there was to it, no mention of seeing him earlier? Then so be it.

"Cake.." he said to himself, why had she baked a cake. "What's the cake
for?"

"Well, don't you remember. I said last week that we're going over to my
sisters this afternoon for tea." She turned away to trim the stems of the
flowers.

Nevil visibly winced and looked back down to the newspaper.

"Oh no!" said Ian looking up.

Nevil looked pointedly at Ian and put his finger to his lips to indicate
not to say any more.

"Oh Mum!" It was too late. "That means I'm stuck with that spoilt kid
Kevin!"

"He's not spoilt." she retorted, turning round. "He's lovely."

"Well if he's not spoilt then he gets everything he wants," Ian was in full
flow, "and if he doesn't get it, he moans till he does. Don't he Dad?"

Nevil looked worried and said nothing, this was a topic to avoid!

"Well, he's an only child." said Alice firmly staring at the flowers.

"Yer, but I'm an only child and I don't get everything I want!"

"What..."

"That's enough!" interjected Nevil sounding very firm. This had to be
stopped before it turned into a full scale revolt and besides, he could
quite see Ian's point. He stood up, finally asserting himself.  "Now, stop
it, both of you."

Alice looked amazed, nobody ever contradicted her and she couldn't recall
Nevil being this assertive for years! For once she said nothing.

Nevil however hadn't finished. The subject was skirted around every time
they visited and quite plainly Ian had now reached the stage where his
opinion ought to count.

"Alice, come on. Ian's right, we all know it! That Kevin is spoilt rotten,
he get's everything he wants and it's a war of attrition until he
does. Come on and admit it, he might be your sister's child, but there is
no excuse for it!"

Totally taken aback by the outburst Ian looked up at his father in more
ways than one.

Alice turned back to her flowers. Ian sensed this was a historical moment,
he had never ever seen them have a disagreement over anything before, let
alone for his father to take command.

For several seconds the kitchen went quiet barring the snip of the scissors
trimming the flowers.

"Well, he is only ten." Alice replied rather petulantly, but nevertheless
having finally conceded the point that she knew to be true. She carried on
trimming.

"Indeed he is, eleven though, this year I think." replied Nevil
unwaveringly.

More snipping. Nevil purposely left a pregnant pause.

"Anyway... Ian," she continued sounding very contrite, "I think his father
has built him a big tree house or something so you can look at that with
him for a bit.. you will.. won't you?"

Nevil looked sternly at Ian and waggled a finger.

Ian looked back and grinned, "Yes.. I'll do that then Mum."

"Right, well that's settled then." Nevil sat back down and opened the paper
again, he lifted it up to hide his smile.

"Shall we go shortly then Dad?" asked Ian innocently.

"Yes, finish that bowl then go and comb your hair, you look a mess," he
looked at Ian over the top of the paper, "and probably wash as well. Then
we'll go to the shops.. right?"

"Yes, Dad." Ian shuffled on his chair, the movement inadvertently allowed
his cock to escape from the remains of the briefs and it twitched freely
inside of the shorts.

"Good, well hurry up then."

Ian grinned and put his hand down, the sticky purple head was all but
poking out of the leg of the shorts, it was going to be an interesting day.

Best of all, he had finally seen his father in a new light.


Chap 48 to follow