Date: Tue, 19 Jan 2010 15:07:15 +0000
From: Tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief Encounters chap 48

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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Chap 48 – Art makes a withdrawal

"Well, you ready?"

"Will you fuckin' stop asking me that and bloody well get on with it!"
Nigel, was trying hard not to start laughing again as the whole situation
seemed to getting rather comical.

"So, d'you want me bend over this old fuckin' box like you did?"

"I `spose it is a fuckin' box now, innit?" said Art before dissolving in
laughter. "I mean, you fucked me on and now I'm gonna fuck you on it!"

"Oh for fuck's sake Art!" said Nigel in between laughing, "Well
just... just fuckin' get on with it before you fuckin' cum on the floor or
something... now fuckin' hurry up!"

"Right!" said Art trying to compose himself, "Fuckin' bend over then.. one
lump.. sorry finger, or two?"

"You can put yer fuckin' head up there for all I care!" exclaimed Nigel, "I
just want something up me bum..  fuckin' please!"

"It's clean is it?" asked Art before starting to laugh again.

"It's a fuckin' sight cleaner than yours, you filthy sod! Now just get a
fuckin' finger up it!"

"Right then." Art looked as serious as he could.

As he spoke, Art was already lubricating two fingers from the cum that
Nigel had filled his briefs with earlier. Lining up the split in the rear
of Nigel's briefs he took aim with his finger and pushed it firmly through.

"Fucckkkkinngg hellll !" exclaimed Nigel, surprised at the speed and force
of entry.

"Well you said put it up!" said Art, his hand cupping Nigel's cheeks as
wormed his finger around inside the hot tunnel.

"Fuckin' hell!" said Nigel writhing in ecstasy. "Beats a fuckin' skipping
rope handle don't it?"

"Don't it just. Hey, you're ass feels like mine inside!"

"I `spose it would you daft sod!" said Nigel "Ohhh...oh... bleeding hell!
Do that again, wot d'you poke then! This is so... ooohh... fuckin' hell!"

"Yeah, this is wot you did to me, d'you like it then?" replied Art, trying
to locate the prostate again. "Now hold on I'm putting the other one in."

Nigel held his breath at first, then breathed out slowly as he felt the
second finger gently slip in beside the first.

"Phheewwww... this is so fuckin' good... why ain't we done this before
Art?"

"Dunno, well we have I spose but.. like in a rush when we just been messing
about."

"Wot, like having a quick one in the bog and that?"

"Yer. Now will you stop bloody wriggling about, I'm trying to find yer
lumpy thing!"

"Me lumpy wot? Oh you mean me pross.. wot's it called.. me..  something,
right."

"I mean we ain't never done it and taken our time like this, have we?" said
Art, "It's always been like a sorta quick finger hadn't it? This like
getting ready to fuck innit? I mean... I `spose fucking is a cock up yer
bum? Yeah?"

"Yer, I think I know wot you mean, now don't bloody start all that again
Art, just shut and bloody do it!"

Nigel couldn't speak any more, he just nodded his head and groaned, Art had
indeed now found the spot and with all the practise Art had put in on
himself, Nigel's prostate was in for a thorough workout. Nothing was said
for a couple of minutes, during which time Art manipulated his dribbling
cock out through the fly of his briefs whilst he worked his fingers in and
out of Nigel's hole. Eventually with Nigel still groaning in pleasure, Art
finally managed to slip a third finger in without him even realising. As
the excitement mounted Art knew that if he didn't make a move to get his
own cock inside Nigel within the next couple of minutes then he would be
cumming all over the floor instead.

"Nige," he leant forward and whispered in his ear, "I'm going to put it in,
I got to or I'm just gonna cum.. all right?"

"Well don't hurt me, just do it," croaked Nigel, "and.."

"Don't be bloody silly," replied Art quietly, "and.. and wot?"

"Just hold me tightly."

"You ain't going soppy on me is you?" asked Art who was, if truth be known
feeling a little queer himself.

"No, `course not. Just fuckin' get on with it!"

"You lying sod!"

"Well so fuckin' wot if I am, I want you inside me." said Nigel truthfully,
"Now just get on with it!"

Art grunted and didn't reply as such. It was without doubt an emotional
moment, and all the more so since Nigel rarely put his feelings into
words. This was going to be a real bonding in more ways than one. Slowly
Art withdrew his fingers one by one, then held his other hand up to his
mouth and filled the palm with saliva which he rubbed all over his cock. If
there was one thing he had learnt from all his wanking sessions, it was
that saliva mixed with precum made the most wonderful lubricant! Pulling at
the slit in the rear of Nigel's briefs to open it sufficiently for his cock
to pass thorough without removing too much of the special lubricant Art
felt Nigel shudder with excitement at what was to come.

"Ssshhh.. it's been a long time coming, but this is for you." whispered
Art.

The next thing Nigel's knew was that his briefs were being twisted and
pulled, followed moments later the wet, soft head of Art's bare five inches
was firmly pushing it's way between his cheeks and against the entrance of
his bum hole. After so recently having had three fingers squirming around,
Nigel's sphincter was more than relaxed and offered very little resistance
to Art's leaking cock.

"Gently.." hissed Nigel, who like Art was also afraid that this trip into
the unknown could be painful.

"Ssshhh... you ain't gonna get hurt `cause it ain't as big as your's!" said
Art as he continued to ease the head past the sphincter himself in.


"Oh fuckin' hell.. Art... hold me tight.." Nigel grunted, "Art.. I want
more.. of you!"

"Fuck! It's amazing, shall I?"

"Yes! Fuckin' do it and hold me tight."

Art put his arms around Nigel's waist and pulled himself closer, his cock
was gradually sliding it's way up and Art was getting himself into quite a
rhythm.

"Can you wank me... please.." whispered Nigel, his arms were outstretched
and supporting them both on the old box. "I gotta fuckin' hold us both up
ain't I?"

"But you only just cum!" replied Art sounding quite surprised

"Well I'm gonna fuckin' cum again ain't I.. now get yer hands in me pants!"

Art smiled to himself and thought the experience of having his cock up
Nigel was absolutely incredible, it was hot, slippery and seemed almost as
thought it was being drawn in. The physical sensations were being magnified
by the rising tide of emotions being rapidly released between them so that
he couldn't help himself kissing Nigel on the neck when bending forward to
feel for his cock.

"Fuck! Did you just kiss me.."

"Yeah, I did and I don't care!" replied Art interrupting. "I'm gonna cum.."

"Oh!" even Nigel was sounded a little lost, events were going rather
quicker than either had anticipated. "Well don't hang about, just fuckin'
wank me off as well!"

Art didn't reply, but pawed at the dripping foreskin through Nigel's
saturated Y-fronts, eventually sliding it back to release even more precum
to add to the mess. Smiling, Nigel turned as best he could to look Art in
the face to nod in appreciation of his well practised wanking
technique. For a second Art held the eye contact, then having captured
Nigel with his winning smile and took him totally by surprise and kissing
him fully on the lips. It was all getting rather serious. The clinch being
broken when Art, who unable to last any longer slammed his aching cock into
Nigel's ass as far it would go burying his balls deep into his sweaty crack
and giving the prostate a glancing blow in the process.

By now, Art couldn't have stopped even if he wanted to and pulled Nigel to
him so tightly that he was almost unable to breath. Art trembled and shook
as an almighty orgasm swept through him whist his cock jerked
uncontrollably, discharging volumes of hot sperm into Nigel's bowels. For
his part, Nigel's second orgasm had started at much the same time by virtue
of Art's expert wanking and the utterly amazing feeling of the cascade of
Art's hot spunk being forced deep into him.

Not uttering a word they remained locked in position for a full two
minutes. Nigel, still breathing heavily rallied around first. Not wanting
to destroy the feeling of being held by Art, he did nothing but savour the
moment and wait for Art to come round. His own spunk was freely dribbling
down his legs from his second and equally massive orgasm, the briefs which
Art had had made him wear were sopping wet and now torn by their energetic
coupling.

"Oh god! Did I.." Art finally opened his eyes, blinked and realised that
all his bedtime fantasies had become true. The unplanned, but very
passionate kiss he had given Nigel hadn't been part of his fantasy either.

"Don't say anything." whispered Nigel, turning his head as far as it would
go to see Art's face still lying on his shoulder.

Emotionally spent, Art strained to look into his face and tears started to
run down his cheeks.

"Oi, fuckin' stop that! Yer cocks still up me ass!" said Nigel grinning,
but knowing full well that he had to break the tension before they both
started crying.

Art smiled through the tears and brought a hand up to wipe them away, only
to realise that it was his hand which had been in Nigel's pants and was
covered in spunk!

"Oh fuck! Wot a mess." said Art. "Are you.."

"Art.. let's not say anything, now... maybe later?" Nigel purposely made
eye contact again, "I'd love to keep you cock me ass for all time, but I
think we gotta clean up."

Art nodded, it was all too intense. After all the trials and tribulations
that he had been through the last few weeks this was indeed proving a
little too much for him to handle on his own.

"Come on, let's get it out," Nigel clenched his buttocks which squeezed
Art's cock twitch, "but gently!"

Still enjoying every moment Art slowly pulled until he felt his cock slip
out, looking down he wiggled it carefully through the hole in Nigel's
briefs and just stared at it, erect, slimy coating and glistening in the
shaft of sunlight from the solitary window.

Smiling broadly, Nigel turned slowly round to face Art and put a hand on
each should, pulled him close and kissed him on the forehead.

"We done it. We've fuckin' done it kid!"

"But.. the kissing.. I don't understand, I.. we're boys.. we
shouldn't.. we.." Art looked and felt very confused.

"So?"

Stepping quickly over, Nigel put his arm around his shoulders. "Yer, mum
and dad kiss you now and again don't they.. it's just a sign
of.. ummm.. you know.. umm.."

"Wot?" asked Art, his mouth going dry. "Love?"

"Oh fuck, I don't know." Nigel was really thrown. This had echo's of their
earlier rather naive conversation about being homosexual and was something
he neither understood nor wanted to get involved with at all.

"Does it fuckin' matter wot we call it? Whatever it fuckin' is, let's not
spoil it with all these fuckin' words.. `cause this is just between
us. Innit?"

"Yer right. That's good." Art smiled again, "Well, just don't fuckin' kiss
me at school then!"

Nigel grinned and was about to reply when his face suddenly went pale.

"Wot the fuck is it now?" asked Art sounding very concerned, his emotions
swinging wildly from one extreme to the other.

"Oh no.. oh fuck!" Nigel turned to put his back to Art. "You'd better have
a butcher's mate.. me bums just given up and all your sodding cum is
running down me legs!"

"Oh fuck!" Art bent down and looked. He giggled, "Oh shit!"

"I bloody hope not!" replied Nigel grinning, "But it's a lovely feeling!"

The briefs were absolutely dripping with a disgusting mixture of saliva,
two huge loads of creamy teen cum and whatever else.

"Wot we gonna clean you up with? You need a fuckin' nappy!" Art grinned
again and seemed back to his old self.

"Oh fuck off!"

"Well," said Art trying not to laugh, "You can't wipe it up with wot you
got on, they're already fuckin' soaked."

"Wot are yours like?" said Nigel looking down. "Hey, you still got a hard
on!"

Art grinned, "And I've only done it three times today so far as well!"

"You are a dirty sod, you're fuckin much worse than I am!"

"So? Yer prick might be bigger, but I can do it more!" replied
Art. "Anyway, the front of me pants is all wet where you came in 'em
earlier, but the back bit's sorta dry, so you can wipe some up with that."

Some ten minutes later after a lot of giggling, fondling and sexual
innuendo the two of them stood there more or less dressed and ready to
venture back to the real world.

"I'm bloody you brought them old pants for us to wear." said Nigel when
they were outside and he was struggling to get the ancient padlock back in
position "It made it all sorta horny didn't it?"

Art grinned and rubbed his still erect cock which was tucked up in his red
briefs though his pocket.

"Now look at you!" said Nigel grinning taking the key out. "You can't leave
the fuckin thing alone!"

"I know! You gonna do it later?" Art looked sheepish, "I am, maybe after
tea then at bed!"

"Oh for fucks sake, you'll go fuckin' blind!" Nigel started laughing. "But
hang on, hang on... I know wot I wanted to know. Why d'you bring three
pairs of pants today?"

"Well, it's for tomorrow innit?" answered Art grinning and starting to walk
back towards the main road.

"Why, wot's tomorrow.. wot?" said Nigel catching up him up.

"You know... we're here in the afternoon with Ian to fix it all up for big
show."

Nigel looked stunned. "Oh fuckin' hell, I'd forgotten all about it."

"I fuckin' knew it!"

"Well.. wot we gonna tell him Art.. I mean.." Nigel paused then slowly
grinned, "if you've brought him some pants to wear does that mean you want
a repeat!"

"Well `course I want a repeat, but.." Art tentatively put his hand on
Nigel's bum, they stopped walking and looked at each other, "but, maybe not
so.. wot's the fuckin' word.. umm.. ah, I know.. intense. Intense, is that
right?"

"Yer, intense. That's good innit?" said Nigel, "So.. so wot we gonna tell
him? I mean, how far we gone or wot?"

"I dunno." Art looked him in the face. "Isn't that just between us like,
you know. I don't want him thinking that we're..  a bit funny or
anything.."

"Oh shit, I see wot you mean. I dunno either."

"Hey, let's sort of tell him it all happened by accident and we just got
carried away. That do?"

"It'll have to!" Nigel grinned.

"Now," Art looked down at the ground, "you gotta tell me the truth, wot was
it like having me willy up you.. I mean would I like it.. did it hurt?
Better than the skipping rope?"

Nigel nodded and grinned. "It's just fuckin' wonderful.. yer ass sorts
feels all full up.. I can't explain it, but I reckon you'd fuckin' love
it."

"Cor, I just wish your willy was smaller or me ass hole was bigger!" Art
giggled.

"I don't wanna a smaller willy, so you're gonna have to fuckin' work up to
wot I got!" Nigel smiled.

Art looked at him, then looked at the ground again, something was obviously
going through his mind.

"Yer Nige, if I could get Ian to put his little cock up me.. would you
mind.. you know.. umm.. `cause of us and that.."

"No! Much as I'd like to do it again, but I think I might hurt you so why
not try if, if he'll do it?" replied Nigel, he then grinned and waved a
finger in the air, "I could play with his ass with me finger while he did
it to you!"

Art nodded, "I don't know if he will, mind."

"There's only one way to find out!" said Nigel, "Bet I'm right and that
he's a randy little toad!"

"Well, we'll know tomorrow afternoon." said Art smiling, "I said we'd meet
him outside your house about half past two, cause he's knows where yer road
is."

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Chap 49 to follow