Date: Tue, 13 Jan 2009 01:31:50 -0800 (PST)
From: Ami <amias05@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brief encounters - Chapter 5

Brief Encouters - the 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 though, that we never really it dare mention the subject because
we were too embarrassed and none of us really understood it anyway!

Do note...

At the time of writing this introduction the story itself is not finished
and for better or worse, it has turned into a work of some length but I
will regularly post updates as there are more than enough pages written to
keep it going!

Nifty requires a text file and this is a Word.doc so if the formatting or
punctuation go slightly up the creek you now know why!

 Also, during the writing for various reason I have had to change character
names, so I hope for continuity that 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 maybe it might jog a memory or two...

Tom email: amias05@yahoo.com

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Chapter 5 – Sweet dreams


For most of the afternoon since getting home after school Simon had been
somewhat pre-occupied. He could not seem to get out of his mind the earlier
conversation he had with Tom and Alex about boners and wanking - whatever
wanking was - he was now determined to find out.

As usual, whilst lying on the sofa watching the cartoons on the TV, he
developed a boner and having changed out of his school shorts into track
suit bottoms it was becoming quite noticeable and was soon spotted by his
elder brother Art.

"Hey, little man," said Art, pointing to Simon's crutch, "got another one
then!"

"Shut up." said Simon going a bit red, "Well you get 'em as well."

"Yeah, well." said Art trying to sound as though he was older than he was,
"It's different, it's `cause I'm bigger."

"How different?" asked Simon determined this time to get some answers,
instead of just being the subject of a few crude jokes, "Bet your prick
ain't that big... look at it...  don't look that big does it?"

"How do you know what it looks like?" snapped Art "When did you see it ?"

"Ahh...uummm.. well I saw the bulge in your jeans last night just before I
went to bed.." said Simon, "and it didn't look that big...you were trying
to hide it, I saw you!"

"You little perv..." said Art, although the turn of the conversation was
now getting him quite aroused, he put a hand in his pocket to free his
growing prick from his twisted briefs. "You bin looking haven't you?"

"Don't take that much does it, Art? " said Simon rubbing his own little
tent, "look at you now... now you've started, you cant leave it alone!"

Now it was Art's turn to start to feel the heat.

"It's getting bigger Art!" said Simon grinning and pointing to his brothers
jeans. The bulge was certainly getting bigger. "How big is it then?"

"Hmmm...well, damn near over five inches..." said Art proudly "is that what
you want to know?"

"Shit..." said Simon, "ooohh... that's a lot bigger than..."

"Yeah, bigger than yours, little boy...it's big, eh?" said Art smirking
"and how big is yours then?"

"Uuummm..." now, it was Simon's turn to get a little embarrassed again
"ummm... well... it's...nearly four...inches..."

"Baby, stuff.." said Art, openly scratching his growing erection through
his pocket, "not even four inches, bet it's weedy as well! Phew...you no
chance of cumming with that little thing have you?"

Simon's ears pricked up "Cumming...?  Art, what's cumming?"

"Well, when you wank, you fuckin' doughnut..." replied Art.

"Please, Art what's cumming?" pleaded Simon "And, what's a wank?"

"Oh shit...  you don't know do you?" said Art looking hard at him "Oh, I
'spose it's `cause you're too young aren't you? You want me to tell
you.. really?"

"Yes, I must be too young...  please, Art...please... " repeated Simon,
this was the information he was desperate for it was a golden opportunity
to find it out, "Art, first tell me what a... a wank is?"

"All right then...you really don't know?"  said Art, now in big brother
mode, "do you play with your prick?"

Simon had never had this sort of direct conversation with his brother
before and was rather embarrassed at Art's searching questions, but
knowledge was everything and there was nobody else to ask.

"Yes... ummm.. I do..."

"Thought you did! ... just looking at all those boners you get!" said Art,
grinning.

Art was getting very excited on at the thought of learning his brothers
most intimate secret, secrets! In fact, despite any outward macho image
towards girls Art was like many of his contemporaries, totally addicted to
masturbation, underwear and was an exceptionally keen student of other boys
wanking habits!

Simon nodded and looked straight at his brothers bulging jeans "And
you... you got one now!"

"So," said Art "but, it's you that wants to know about boners, so tell me
what do you do with yer prick... `cause unless I know what you do, I can't
help you, can I ?"

Art rested his hand on top of his bulging fly, this was becoming a turn on
and a half. He waited for an answer.

Simon didn't know what to do at such a direct question, if he backed out
now he would lose his golden opportunity and was sure Art would laugh at
him.

"Ah... you're all talk.. " said Art after a few seconds trying to goad him
on, "well, say something, or I'm gonna go off out with me mates..."

Curiosity won, so plucking up all his courage Simon muttered,
"Errr... well...  I... ummm squeeze it for a bit..."

"And... " said Art, now very intrigued and randy himself, "where and
when...?"

"Oh God! Ummm ... ummmm...in bed, I guess..." Simon was bright red now,
"and...ummm at ummm bed time... and..."

"And, and what then?" Asked Art pointedly.

"Errr... sometimes...  uummm... in the morning... it's always...ummm hard
then!" said Simon, then adding quickly to deflect his embarrassment, "Is
yours..?"

"Hey, we're talking about you, not me...!" said Art, trying to work his
hand in his pocket without making too obvious, "And how long do you squeeze
it for ... and does anything happen?"

Still bright red, Simon answered, "Uummmm maybe a couple of
minutes...and...ummm... Art, you really gotta to know all this...?"

"Oh, yeah. Vital !"  replied Art, savouring every second, squeezing the end
of his rock hard prick, "Well what happens?"

"I get a errrrrr... ummm sort of tingly feeling and I... then I, I stop
it!" stuttered Simon who was by now absolutely and totally embarrassed.

 "Why d'you stop then?" demanded Art, "Haven't you ever carried on ...?"

"Well, no... oh, I don't know...ummmm...why?"

"Well, you're gonna have to show me!" said Art firmly, "Right now... while
you got that boner, lets have a look!"

Simon looked shocked, nobody had ever seen his prick soft, let alone hard
"No, no...Art ... no, I can't... no... it's...too ...no... I can't..."

Art was now really horny and played his trump card "Well, that's it then
little brother... you gotta understand... I really gotta see you at it,
'cause you might be... well...  you could be doing it all wrong... and,
well don't you see... I can't just talk about it...that won't work, I gotta
watch you doing it !".

Art squeezed the squishy end of his modest four and a half inches in his
pocket and rubbed the resulting of precum into his already cum stained
briefs. Smiling to himself he thought that `damn near over five inches'
certainly sounded a lot bigger than four and a half inches!

Simon's mind was in turmoil, dare he do the most embarrassing thing in his
life and show Art his erect little prick or, even having got this far,
should he abandon the whole thing and risk being ridiculed by Art for ever
more.

"Well..." said Art, shuffling around in his chair trying to dislodge his
briefs which with all the manipulation were now stuck in his ass crack,
"want to know or not?"

"But... Art... can't you just tell me..."

"No, no... you gotta know where to rub... I gotta point it all out to you"
he said hoping that Simon could not see too much of the large tent in his
jeans.

Simon had a brain wave. "But... Art, couldn't you show me yours! You still
got a boner 'cause, well... then I could see it properly ...!"

"Maybe I have, but I've gotta see you do it proper... it's gotta be you,
not me." replied Art, as he produced yet another blob of precum, he groaned
quietly and squeezed his legs together waiting Simon's reply.

For nearly half a minute, other than the sound of the TV there was silence.

It dawned on Simon that he was now in a no-win situation. Art had cunningly
worked it so there was no escape other than total humiliation, but on the
plus side, if he did show Art his cock he would learn all about wanking.

"Art, well...  Uuummm...  well... I `spose...we..., I mean,
errrrrr... I... could...but.." said Simon quietly. His face, absolutely
bright red said it all. "But you won't laugh at me?"

" 'course not."

Art, seeing Simon's bright red face, somehow managed to keep a very
straight face. He had never thought that Simon would fall for it and was
now just imagining what he would be able to tell Nigel, his best school
friend and secret wanking partner.

"Well, that's good, Si,... ummmm ..." he said surprised, "well, where shall
...ummm we go then?"

"We... we got... Ummm. " said Simon looking nervously at his watch, "about
fourty minutes before Mum comes back from work... oh, Art, I don't know if
I can..."

"Don't worry, we got plenty of time." said Art, knowing he could go from
flaccid to ejaculation in about a minute, "What about my room `cause it
overlooks the front path and then we can see if Mum comes back early..."

Simon gulped, what had he agreed to do.

"Come on then little man." said Art excitedly, making as if to get out of
the chair, but hoping Simon would go first so he would not see his own cock
straining to burst out of his jeans!

"OK..." said Simon very nervously, he stood up, his hard prick now having
gone soft!

"Well, hurry up..." said Art excitedly. He followed Simon out of the door
and up the stairs noting that the outline of his briefs looked exceedingly
tempting through the thin material.

"In you go..." said Art, pushing Simon through the open door into his
bedroom.

Simon looked around, there was nothing very special there, other than the
slight aroma of sweaty feet. He hadn't been in the room for ages and it
didn't look as though things had changed very much with the unmade bed and
the pile of dirty clothes in the corner. Except, he did notice something
that seemed familiar was sticking out at the bottom the pile of dirty
clothes, it looked suspiciously like one of his own favourite T-shirts.

Art interrupted his thoughts before he could ask, "Simon, why don't you sit
up by the head of the bed and then I can go down here at the other end and
tell you what to do..."

Simon looked at the heaped bedclothes and started to pull at the sheets to
make it flatter, he frowned as looked down, "Art," he said, "you had an
accident or something... what's all this...?" pointing to the yellowing
stains that splattered the white sheets.

It was now Art's turn to get embarrassed and turn slightly red, "Nothing
... nothing, Simon, I just spilt some... errrrrr... ummmm orange
squash...uummm... last night... now, come on lets get on with your ummmm
wanking lesson before Mum comes back."

"Orange squash in bed, oh lucky you!!" said Simon innocently, "Oh,
well... now.. ummm what you want me to do... oh, Art, I don't know if I
can... it's so embarrassing...  do I really have to?"

 "Up to you... but if you want to know about wanking, well you gotta do it,
it's the only way!" said Art looking casually, but very hopefully down at
Simon's crutch, "So come on then... get it up!"

Simon, looked down at the floor all bravado gone, he was now feeling
somehow very silly and started to colour up again. He sat slowly on the
bed, still unaware of the significance of stained sheets, putting his right
hand in his pocket he started to try to rub some life into his shrivelled
cock.

Art was now lying face down at the bottom end of the bed, mainly as that
way it disguised his throbbing penis. He was offering helpful hints to help
poor Simon get a boner.

"Tell you what, Simon," he said, trying desperately to contain his
excitement, "it don't look as though it's going up is it? So, why don't you
take yer trousers off `cause..... well, you gotta get it out at some stage
anyway haven't you?"

"Oh shit... " croaked Simon "Should I? Must I?"

"Oh, yeah. Must!" said Art, excitedly adding "but you could keep yer pants
on for a bit... couldn't you?"

"I `spose so.... " said Simon quietly, sounding very unenthusiastic. He
slid off the bed and stood up to start tugging at the elasticised waistband
of his trousers.

"There you go..." said Art encouragingly, grinding his hard prick into the
bed, the inside of his briefs were now becoming very gooey by the ever
increasing flow of precum that he seemed unable to stem.

Watching boys undressing down to their underwear was a major turn on for
Art, so when Simon's white briefs just started to show as his trousers were
slowly lowered Art was becoming more and more excited.

"Ooh...oh... what nice white pants, Simon." he said trying to sound normal.

"But you still wear white pants don't you?" asked Simon turning, his hand
cupping the tiny pouch at the front his briefs, "Mum, hasn't bought you
anything else.. Has she?"

"No, but I'd really like some of those coloured ones..." said Art, not sure
why he admitted to it, but he did. "Much more fashionable."

"Yeah, I'd like some as well." said Simon slowing dropping his trousers to
reveal all of his tightly clad little ass,"But, who'd see 'em though?"

"Uuummm, dunno... but they'd look good getting changed for gym an' that,
wouldn't they?" said Art, staring hard at the fly of Simon briefs, adding
"You got a nice little ass Simon... and I like yer pants...what make are
they?"

"I dunno..." said Simon looking down at them and suddenly feeling very
silly standing there in just his underwear without any sign of an erection,
"St Michael..? Woollies', I dunno... who's are yours?"

He clamped his legs firmly together as though trying to hide from view and
asked in a plaintiff voice "What shall I do Art... it won't get hard?"

He was now wishing that he had never even mentioned the subject of
masturbation and could just disappear into the floor to escape the total
humiliation of it all. He was convinced his prick would never get hard
again..

"Well, oooohhh..." said Art, depositing yet another huge blob of precum
into the slimy wet pouch in his briefs, "Oooohhh..... just rub
it... uummm... like, just rub the outside of yer pants, and
then... Oooohhh...fuck!"  as another gooey blob oozed into his pants. He
had extreme difficulty in resisting grabbing his crutch, but managed to
smear it around with the red end of his hard prick as he humped the
bed. Total ejaculation couldn't be that far off.

"And then Simon... and then, you could put yer hand inside your pants and
mess with it like that for a bit..." he added breathing quickly as he
squirmed on the bed.

"Ok..." said Simon, sitting on the bed, he did as instructed, his little
hands going slowly all over his briefs and inner thighs. Eventually he
worked his way inside his briefs through the leg openings to where his
little penis had now thankfully started stirring.

"Oooohhh... that's very good.. so good ooohhh... " said Art, watching as
closely as he dare.

He mashing his hips into the mattress, his briefs now literally stuck to
his sparse pubic hairs with precum, "is that how you do it in bed at
night?" he asked excitedly.

Simon looked up, "Yer, I guess so," he replied naively, " but I don't wear
me pants to sleep in, I taken 'em off after and put me jimjams on...  but,
but I just love feeling myself while I'm wearing undies... ummmm... do you,
do you sleep in your pants then Art?"

"Hhhmmmm... sometimes, " said Art, his cock now fairly dribbling so much
precum that slimy mess was now soaking out through the front of his jeans
and in danger of even getting onto the bedclothes!

"Sleep in my pants... sometimes I do, uummm... do you?" Art then added a
question, which also said a lot, if not too much about him, "Do you..
errr... find it gets you hard playing with your prick with your pants on?
I mean... ummm.. do you like doing sexy things in just your pants?"

Simon's briefs had now developed a nice little firm bulge at the front.

"Yeah..." he paused and looked quizzically at Art "so is that what you want
to know... yes, I do get a bit excited if I'm in just me pants... so you do
it..... it's not just me then is it?"

The penny was dropping, Art was into underpants! Whilst the moment was hot,
Simon grinned and added quickly "You're a dirty sod.... so where do you do
it then?"

"Ummm.... " Art was trapped, "Here, in my bedroom..." he confessed going a
little red.

"Regular then, like daily?" asked Simon, who was now beginning to lose some
of his inhibitions. He slipped one hand down the front of his briefs. "And,
do you like seeing other boys in their undies then?"

"Ummmm...sort of..." said Art, not liking being the one who had to give up
his secrets, he had hoped that was the one question he would not be
asked. He tried to take the imitative back by saying, "Here, take yer pants
down then Simon... like... stand up and do it slowly... for me..."

"Well... do you then?" asked Simon again not letting go, "Do you play with
yer cock in yer pants every day?"

Art went a little red, "Somedays.. yeah!" he said knowing it was usually an
absolute minimum of three times a day.

"What about watching other boys then?" Asked Simon repeating the leading
question.

"No, no..  ummmm... not watching like uuummm only if they happen to be in
the changing room.. ummm just like you I expect?" said Art lying through
his teeth and hoping that his embarrassment didn't show unduly.!

"Hmmm !" replied Simon, "This turns you on then! Seeing me in my undies?"

Standing up again, grinning and wiggling his cute little ass as he made a
bit of a show of dropping his pants a tiny bit at a time until the end of
his little hard cock accidentally popped out of the piss slit.

"Oh, shit....Simon..." said Art, now really excited, his crutch moving on a
sea of precum, "just stay there, just like that and then lie down by me so
I can tell you what to do properly. And, why not leave yer pants on I'll
take 'em off for you... !"

"Alright..." said Simon, not realising he was now feeding Art's
fantasises. He kicked his trousers off from around his ankles and hobbled
over to Art with his briefs partly down, his beautifully rounded ass and
his hard little prick still poking out of the fly.

Art made him lie down on his back so that his prick was inches from Art's
face. "That's good Simon..." he said, staring at his brothers little red
prick, both boys were circumcised. "I need to be this close to see that you
to do it right.  Now, lets get your pants off...I'll do it!"

With that, Art sat up and leaned over to very gently take hold of Simon's
briefs either side and ease them down a little at a time, naturally he
savoured every moment particularly when Simon's hairless little ballsac
came into view.

Simon giggled, "Oh Art... that feels so sexy... the way you do that...ooohh
... careful me pricks hard...ooohh... "

Art continued to pull the briefs down, barely able to contain the urge to
shoot his own load into the front of his sopping wet briefs.

"And Art," said Simon, "d'you know I don't feel so embarrassed any
more... maybe it's 'cause you're my big bro and I trust you..."

For all his bravado and sexual advances Art was very attached to his
younger brother, he smiled. "Don't worry little man, I'd never hurt you..."
and then adding honestly, "and if anything ... it's me that's getting
embarrassed now!"

"Oh.." said Simon, not realising just how shy Art was about showing his own
prick or even talking about sex other than to Nigel. This was as much an
opportunity for Art as it was for Simon, who as brothers had never ever
talked about the taboo subject of masturbation.

It was only recently that Art had been brave enough to talk about wanking
with his friend Nigel which had eventually led them to show each other
their erect cocks. On the third such occasion they had both cum, not
actually through wanking but more by accident as neither of them could
control their orgasm and in fact they had both ended up very embarrassed as
a result. However since the ice was now broken they indulged in frequent
wanking sessions, but never touching each others cock! The one thing they
did both really enjoy was watching other boys in the toilets and
particularly in the changing rooms where they would go "brief spotting" as
they called it!

Art deflected the conversation back to Simon and the business in hand,
"I... ummmm... oooohhh... I can see... your cock now...oh...it's
sooo... nice..."

"Is it really?" asked Simon innocently, his eyes closed as he stroked his
cock, "Do you really mean that? Can you show me how to wank
now...Art... please ... `cause I think I'm getting that tingly feeling!"

"Just stay there, just like that..." said Art finally removing Simon's
white pants and then looking down to check that his eyes still closed. He
thoroughly inspected the warm briefs prior to quickly sniffing the pouch,
the imprint of Simon's little cock still visible.

"These are from Woollies'," he said, looking at the label on the waistband,
"nice soft feel to 'em though..."

"Yours aren't the same then?" enquired Simon, his eyes still closed and now
becoming quite intrigued in his brothers private life.

"No, errrrrr...  Mum buys me uuummm Y-fronts..." Art said with some
reticence..

"Oooh... well.. they now do those ones that are shorter... you know... you
seen 'em? I saw 'em in shop the other day... they don't stick out over yer
trousers so that everybody can see what you are wearing! What they call
them?" said Simon "low rise... that's it, isn't it, low rise?"

"Ummmm... no, she don't... just regular... like dad's.." said Art very
sheepishly. He was only too aware of the embarrassment he felt with what
seemed like the acres of white material that were always visible over the
waistband oh his trousers.

"Well, there's style for you!" laughed Simon, "and lots of kids wear those
that you got at school... I've seen 'em in the changing rooms... my mate
Joe does... his are too much big.. oh, and Alex wears 'em too," said Simon,
"but, his all worn out and look as though they are gonna fall down all the
time!"

"Hhhmmmm...!" Art replied, he hated Y-fronts!

Knowing that his mothers choice of underwear was the least fashionable in
the world, at least he did not have to wear a matching vest any longer! At
15 he was now becoming very conscious of what other boys were wearing and
often would look at himself in the mirror dressed only in his full-cut
Y-fronts, imagining himself in some really trendy low cut, red bikini
briefs before having a massive wank which usually ended up with him cumming
in the hated white briefs!

He dropped Simon's briefs on the floor and moved closer towards Simon, his
own rigid prick, sparse pubic hair and even his balls were now absolutely
coated in the gooey precum inside his briefs. It was now really soaking
through and was making quite a wet patch on the front of his jeans. He he
was sure he could now even begin to smell it, he just hoped Simon wouldn't
notice!

Poking Simon on his bum cheek, he said, "Now, watch... a wank is when you
keep rubbing your cock until you cum? Watch, I want you to copy what I
do... OK?"

Simon leaned on his elbows and watched as Art made a ring with his thumb
and forefinger "And now," said Art "you gently grip your cock and rub it up
and down like this... the secret is to keep rubbing the bottom bit of the
knob end !"

As Art's experienced hand went up and down Simon's stiff few inches, he
started to moan "Art... stop... I cant stand it...oooohhh... fuck... "

Art stopped and said grinning, "OK, big boy now you do it ...and don't be
rough.. but do it just like I did it... and having a wank is when you keep
going until you cum..."

"But... how do I know when I cum?" said Simon, his hand now going up and
down smoothly "see... I've only, only ever...  squeezed it... I have never
done this... before... and I stop after a bit... ooohhhhhhhh ... fuck this
is amazing!!"

"Don't stop!! You'll know when you cum!" grinned Art whilst pushing his
crutch as hard as he could into the bed.

"But what is cumming??" asked Simon, "I mean is wanking... ummm cumming or
what... I don't quite understand?"

"Oh... ummm.. look.." said Art, still pressing his body again into the bed,
"wanking is the like the rubbing bit, yeah? And, cumming is what you
finally get to do when you have rubbed it enough...see??"

"Sort of... " said Simon, who was still not entirely sure, "so what's cum
then?"

"Ah, well," said Art "it's like when you have rubbed it enough you will
cum... that sort means you will get a fucking luvly feeling in your
prick... but when you are older, like me you will...ummm... also get a few
blobs of uuummm spunk, which some kids call cum...that's spelt c-u-m. D'you
get it now?"

"I think so..." said Simon, rubbing away at the end of his prick," so I
won't make any cum when I wank like this... but you do when you
wank... 'cause you older..  is that right now? Can I see you cum then?"

"No, no... you can't see me cum!" said Art, mentally panicking the very
thought of exposing his sodden briefs! "No, it's you that's doing it
today.... and yer doin' it right so now get on with it!"

After less than minute of watching Simon wanking at such close range Art
could contain himself no longer, he began to try to hump the bed in the
rhythm that Simon had now got himself into, however in his excitement he
started to moan quietly.

"You all right?" asked Simon sounding concerned, looking over, himself now
breathing quite quickly.

"Yeah, yeah... just a bit of...oh fuck.....  ummmm.... cramp... oooohhh
fucking hell... ooooohhhhhhh...Jesssuss! "  moaned Art as his body began to
shake with the impending orgasm, "You.. you carry
on... ooohh...fuck... oh.... bloody cramp! "

"Art...... oooooooo... hhhhhhhhhhhhh... shit..." cried Simon rubbing the
very end of his prick between his fingers "Art... Art, my feet
are... tingling... is that all right... !!"

Art's muffled reply was lost as Simon began to experience the incredible
burning feeling of his first proper dry orgasm. His little body jerked and
rolled around the bed with his hand still firmly pumping the end of his
prick. He felt was sure he was peeing some sort of hot liquid but nothing
seemed to come out and eventually he more or less collapsed back on the bed
exhausted after reaching his very first dry, but powerful orgasm.

It was too much for Art, try as he might he could not stop himself forcing
his swollen prick into the Mattress, the baggy Y-fronts over loaded with
slimy pre-cum providing the lubrication for his aching cock. With all the
excitement of the afternoon it only took a few hard thrusts before he shot
the biggest load of his life into his already saturated, smelly, revolting
underpants..

For a few seconds he continued his vigorous thrusting then stopped
immediately when he remembered he was not alone. Simon had just gone very
quiet so the sound of Art's prick squelching around in the cum impregnated
briefs was certain to draw some prying questions if he dared continue.

The two of them lay there, totally exhausted but very content. Simon had
learnt enough about wanking to keep him and his mates happy for more than a
while. Whereas, Art had really got himself off big-time by watching and
encouraging another boy to masturbate, the fact that it was his bother did
not seem to unduly bother him. He couldn't wait to tell Nigel!

With the slamming of the car door they both immediately sat bolt upright
and virtually chorused, "Fucking hell... it's Mum...!!!"

With the shock of their mother returning and the sexual hype now passed,
Simon was now sporting only a tiny flaccid penis and beginning to feel
somewhat embarrassed again as he desperately looked around for his clothes.

"Art, Art..." he called , "where's me pants gone...?"

"Oh shit , I don't know..." replied Art struggling to make himself look
respectable, which was difficult with the huge wet spot spreading across
the front of his jeans and the aroma of fresh semen now quite evident!

"Oh.. fuck.. hurry up " he said to Simon, "here just put yer fucking
trousers on without yer pants, she'll be here in a second... and she won't
know!"

They froze for a second when they heard the front door open and their
mother called up the stairs. "You up there boys... come and give me hand
with all this shopping... now... please!"

"We're coming!" shouted Simon, at which point Art started to dissolve into
a fit of giggles at Simon's reply. They were both still laughing with Simon
struggling to pull his trousers up as they headed for the door.

"Hurry up boys..." their mother called again as they ran down the stairs
and out to the car.

It was when Art bent down to get a loaded shopping bag from the car he was
shocked to notice the large wet stain on the front of his jeans and hid it
immediately with the bag! He had already decided that filling his briefs
with that amount of cum was a bad idea, since not only was everything now
revoltingly sticky and smelling strongly of cum, but it was also causing
the most very erotic sensation when he walked so his prick was starting to
get hard again.

He didn't how he did it, but managed to unload the shopping and escape
without the wet spot being noticed by either Simon or his mother although
she did make some comment about a strange smell! Leaving Simon talking to
his mother about the school football team he went quickly back to the
safety of his room, locked the door and looked at himself in the mirror,
his jeans now tenting around the very obvious wet patch.

He kicked off his shoes and pulling down the zip he wiggled his ass until
the jeans slowly dropped to the floor in mock striptease. With the jeans
around his ankles and his cum soaked briefs now exposed, the overpowering
smell of all the fresh cum aroused him even more.

He looked hard in the mirror and saw the height of fashion in his Y-fronts,
the distinctive blue lettering around the waistband, the bulging spunk
soaked pouch and the sagging ass panel at the rear! As he pulled out the
waistband to peer down into front he was surprised himself by the
overwhelming aroma of cum and sweat, his glistening penis standing proud of
the congealing mess all around in his pubic hair.

Lying back on his bed he pulled the front of the briefs down to expose his
hard cock and scooping up as much of the cum as he could from the pouch of
his briefs he used it as a lubricant to rub his ever swollen cock.

With the smell of semen heavy in the air and what had happened with Simon
not twenty minutes earlier fresh in his mind, it did not take him long to
reach the point where he began to ejaculate again. This time, instead of
cumming in the briefs, he allowed the jizz to shoot over his stomach and
then scooped that up to rub into his still hard cock. He wasn't able to cum
again but just kept going until the lubrication qualities were exhausted
and the rubbing was just making his cock sore.

Gently, avoiding his now sore prick, he eased the briefs down and took them
off, folding them to contain the cum he put them in the pile of dirty
clothes in the corner. Seeing Simon's briefs on the floor where he had
carefully put them out of sight, he used them to wipe up the remaining
blobs of warm semen which were still on his tummy and to try to clean up
the gooey mess around his pubic hair and balls, then leaned over and
stuffed them under his bed to dry out of sight.

His mother had long since given up trying to keep his wardrobe in order and
had left him to his own devices. So, if he ran out of clean clothes, it was
meant to be a lesson to get himself organised. However, with the frequent
deposits in his briefs he often found himself rummaging through his chest
of drawers and the pile of dirty washing yet still unable to find any clean
underwear!

So with the pile of dirty laundry now becoming a priority he resolved to
get it sorted out after he had returned from seeing Nigel who would be
amazed to hear what Art had been up to! Since he was already running late
the obvious solution seemed to look through the pile of dirty clothes until
he found something that he could wear for that evening and hopefully the
following day, by which time he hoped his mother would have completed the
washing he had put out.

Sifting through the heap of clothes which seemed to stink of sweaty feet
and dried cum he eventually found a pair of briefs which, other than some
piss stains and the odd skid mark, didn't seem too bad by his standards so
he was soon dressed and out the house to meet Nigel.

Meanwhile, there was an hour to go before the evening meal so Simon was now
back in his room and attempting his homework, surprisingly after all the
stimulation with Art he found that he just couldn't concentrate on the
work. Leaning back in his chair and staring out of the window to the rear
garden he put both his hands into his pockets and started to squeeze his
now rapidly swelling cock.

Dreamily recounting, first the embarrassment of it all and then his amazing
orgasm, he also remembered that his favourite T-shirt and his briefs were
still in Art's room. He stood up, re-arranged his boner in his briefs and
set off for Art's room knowing that he was going to be out until tea time.

Art's room was just the same complete with unmade bed, Simon sniffed as he
approached the pile of washing in the corner since the smell of old socks
was now augmented by a new smell, a strange almost type of acidic smell.

Gingerly he started picking his way through the clothes, they looked to
have been disturbed since his missing T-shirt no longer obvious. Then,
about a halfway down the heap he saw a sleeve of the T-shirt and further
excavation showed it be right under a pair of his brothers dirty
Y-fronts. As he uncovered them it became obvious that they were the source
of the strange new smell and on picking them up, he found much to his
surprise that his fingers were now coated in some sort of gooey stuff. He
stared at the briefs and wasn't sure what to do, his curiosity eventually
getting the better of him, he separated the folds of material that appeared
to be becoming stuck together and he peered inside.

Despite the fact that his hands were now covered in semen he was fascinated
and could also see that from the colossal deposits in the pouch it could
only be from Art's cock, although of course, he didn't realise that it was
not from just one orgasm.

Was this the `cum' he had heard about? If it was, then Art produced an
awful lot of it since the briefs were positively soaked even including the
bit under Art's balls !

Reluctantly, he folded them back up and put them in place of his T-shirt
which was now smelling slightly of semen and was definitely due for a wash!
He lifted his sticky fingers to his nose and sniffed at them, then without
realising what he was doing he gently licked them to discover a strange
salty taste which seemed to linger in his mouth.

With the earlier activity and now this erotic discovery, Simon's heart was
beating very quickly, his penis had become so stiff again it almost hurt
and was demanding further relief. Rubbing it as he walked, he turned to go
back to his own room and then something else just caught his eye, it was
peeking out of the bottom of the heap of smelly laundry.

He didn't know why he did it, but he pulled at the blue material and a pair
of briefs appeared, the sort he only ever dreamed about – low cut bikini
ones without a fly. He stood up and looked in amazement wondering where on
earth Art would have got them, especially as only earlier that afternoon he
had denied owing any.

Simon was now in a continuing state of arousal that he had never imaged
possible, with trembling hands he started to unfold the briefs. The briefs
really did look very new and the label showed they were BHS and size
"small", something Simon thought wrong, since Art looked more of a medium!
But, more intriguing, it looked as though somebody had tried to put their
initials on the white label as in a washed out felt pen the letters DR
seemed just visible.

Turning them inside out he carried out a minute examination of the pouch
area and thought the material felt a little starchy, something he couldn't
quite understand! His next part of the examination was the bit he thought
he would enjoy, raising them to his face he sniffed and licked them
vigorously and concluded from his earlier semen tasting that somebody had
cum in them fairly recently.

He stood there holding them, the taste of dried cum on his lips and his
boner throbbing in his clean pants, it was only the crash of the front
garden gate that brought him back to reality. He knew it had to be Art back
from visiting Nigel. As quick as he could he refolded them and put them
back at the bottom of the pile, making sure they were just visible as
before, then grabbing his smelly T-shirt he shot back to the safety of to
his own room forgetting about looking for his own missing briefs.

Once safely inside with the door closed he sat on his bed and started
gently massaging his stiff cock. It was time to practice masturbation
again!

Today, he had experienced the most sexually arousing day of his life and
his mind was raging, filled with all manner of thoughts and
questions. However, one nagging thought was now uppermost in his mind, was
DR the real owner of the blue briefs but, how and why did Art get hold of
them?

He determined he would have to keep a watch on them.

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			     Chap 6 to follow