Date: Thu, 25 Mar 2010 13:16:32 +0000
From: Tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief Encounters Chapter 51

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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Sorry about the irregularity of these last few posts but of late I have
been away a lot and have to do other things as well, sadly they take
precedent over writing!

However, please do keep checking in as the story will proceed and it will
end!

Comments etc as per usual accepted with interest.


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Chapter 51 – If you go down to the woods today...


"Hey, why've you had a bath."

"Fuck off!"

"But, it' ain't Sunday night, it's Sunday morning."

"Oh fuck off, will you!"

"You been at it in the bath?"

"Will you, fuck off!"

"I heard yer bed was squeaking, you must have made a right mess if you've
had to have a bath this morning."

"Give it a fuckin' rest!"

Art grinned. Despite only just having wanked in the bath whilst pushing the
soap up his bum, he felt cock starting to swell under the damp green towel.

"Anyway, I'll bet you got a hard on listening to it squeaking though,
didn't you?"

"Might have." Simon wrinkled his face and looked at the floor. "So why've
you had a bath now then?"

"Well, like you said, I made a mess last night. That all right?" replied
Art firmly.

He certainly didn't want to admit the reason why he had had the bath was
because of Nigel's comments and the fact that lax personal hygiene could
well affect his scheme for the coming afternoon.

"OK, well don't get iffy."

"Anyway, I `spect if you hadn't wanked yer fuckin' cock to pieces the last
week you'd been doing it as well."

"Probably." Simon blushed. Despite the brothers having masturbated together
it was still proving a little difficult to admit to his nocturnal habits.

"Tell you wot," said Art suddenly grinning and looking down at Simon's
shorts, "if you can leave it alone this week and let it get really better
like, I reckon we could do it again next weekend."

Simon's face lit up, "Together? Could we?"

"Yer, course. Well, but, but only if you promise to leave it alone till
next Saturday."

Art grabbed at the towel which was in danger of falling down, his firm
erection was now obvious.

"See kiddo, you gotta be full of cum. I mean a whole fuckin' weeks worth of
spunk and then I might just, well.. well.."

"Wot? You might wot?" interrupted Simon excitedly. The thought that he
could attain the impossible and manage to abstain for a whole week never
even crossed his mind!

"Well, we'd have to find somewhere quiet and if you'd been really fuckin'
good all week, well I might.." Smiling as only he could, he glanced down to
see the very tangible effect on Simon's shorts.

Simon was waiting his mouth agape. "You'd wot?"

"I might, but only might.. I might wanna suck you off! You know." Art
reached over and rubbed his hand over the front of Simon's blue shorts, he
was hard there was no doubt. "You gotta leave this alone mind, I want a
full load! You promise, no wanking till Saturday then?"

"Yes.. yes! I promise." Simon nodded vigorously. "You will? Really, you'll
suck me willie! You ain't kidding me?"

"No, I ain't. It's wot I just fuckin' said you fuckin' tit. And I don't
want to taste no fuckin' Germolene either! Now just fuck off and don't tell
Mum I've had a bath or she'll start asking questions why. No wanking,
right?"

"Well I can't, `cause me cocks still hurts don't it!"

"Just as fuckin' well, `cause I want that whole weeks worth of spunk. You
got it?"

Leaving the excited Simon standing on the landing clutching his shorts Art
breathed a sigh of relief and retreated behind his bedroom door, wedging
the school bag he dropped the towel allowing his erection to instantly
twang upwards. The idea to suck off his brother was a masterstroke, which
he hoped could well lead to something a little more intimate, particularly
if the forthcoming afternoon went well and he enjoyed being invaded by
Ian. Seeing what a randy younger brother Simon was rapidly turning into
then surely it wouldn't take much too persuasion to get him to take Ian's
place and besides, he had a smaller cock so it was less likely to hurt!

Pleased with his plan, he returned to thinking about the previous evening
and if he could turn fantasy into reality. Inspired by the afternoon
session with Nigel, Art had excelled himself and it was no wonder Simon
heard the bed creaking! Inventive as ever, Art had violently humped his
pillow pretending it was Nigel's bum whilst simultaneously fucking his own
bum with the infamous skipping rope handle envisaging that it was Ian
pounding relentlessly away!

That Sunday afternoon was promising to be very special as Art, Nigel and
Ian had arranged to meet at Nigel's shed on the allotment. The afternoons
immediate priority was to carry out some work as part of the grand
retaliatory scheme to get even with Tom, Alex, Simon et al who had stolen
the underwear from the changing room previous week. Ian had been
conscripted not just for his delicious sexual attributes, he also had the
practical expertise and necessary tools to carry out the work Art had
planned.

Art though, following his very successful coupling with Nigel had typically
devised a subplot in which Ian was to become the third part of the boy
sandwich, with Art himself as the tasty filling! His express intention was
to lose his anal virginity and as much as he would have liked Nigel to have
taken it, he was very apprehensive as to size of Nigel's equipment! Unknown
to Ian, he had been chosen by Art to be given the honour and had to be put
in a position where he couldn't refuse. Invidious even! Hence Art who had
correctly surmised that Ian would be put off unless he were to be clean
both inside and out, was pushed into taking an early bath. Nigel had had
yet to be told, but that in Art's view was a mere formality!

Unaware of Art's plan, the previous evening Ian had tried to ignore his
feelings of guilt for seducing Kevin had virtually wanked himself to
sleep. Taking the blue briefs to bed with him was a mistake as he
experienced a vivid dream in which he was probed by Kevin and all his young
friends in turn! Awaking with a painfully hard erection he discovered that
he had been masturbating in his sleep as the sticky pyjamas and sheets
confirmed! Finding himself rather shocked at the depth of his attraction
for Kevin, he quickly made the bed hoping his mother wouldn't get to see
the evidence.

The next step was of course to get dressed and with the erection poking out
from under his pyjama jacket he turned to the chest of drawers to find some
clean underwear, only to find there were none! With the delay caused by the
broken washing machine he had run out of clean clothes. Briefs though were
going to be an absolute necessity lest his cock start poking out of the leg
of shorts! Still confused by his emotions and Kevin, he sat on the edge of
the bed to think things through knowing that he had to arrive at a rational
solution before his mother decided it was time to chivvy him up. Staring at
the chest of drawers he suddenly smiled, that was the answer! The previous
days briefs which he had so thoroughly infused with seminal fluid were
still hidden behind it, getting up he felt behind and pulled them
out. Slowly unfolding them, they appeared distinctly stiff and yellow in
places with the unmistakable smell of cum, as the inner part of the pouch
was still damp! Even if he had to avoid getting too close to people,
wearing them would be a small price to pay as compared to having no
underpants at all, pulling them up he sniffed as he looked round for his
shorts.

Only when he was dressed and going downstairs for breakfast did he remember
that in the afternoon he was due to meet Art and Nigel at the shed in the
allotments. Doubtless, if Art was involved then some form of sexual
activity would be taking place particularly once he smelt the briefs! That
afternoon could also be the opportunity to admit to the interlude with
Kevin, somehow he wanted to tell somebody and Nigel had always seemed to be
very understanding and sensible.

Unsurprisingly, Art wasn't the only one to be fantasising about what could
be happening that coming afternoon. Two younger boys wearing white shorts
pushed their bikes into the bushes, padlocked them and set off to where
they thought the likeliest spot the meeting was going to take place.

"We much too early?"

"Dunno, we'll have to wait and see. What time was they meeting?"

"Uumm, let me think. But, it's better to not be seen getting here anyway
innit?"

"Yeah." Barry looked at his watch. "It's just gone two, wot was it you
said, was it gonna be about half past?"

"Yer. That's right." Robbie pushed himself between to large bushes. "Hey,
this looks like a good spot, I reckon it's gotta be about here somewhere
`cause there's that sorta small clearing over there, remember?"

"Yer. I `spose at least we can see 'em arrive and then follow 'em if this
is wrong. Does Brian know you've come here?"

"No.. no, he thinks I've gone round you're house."

"You wore yer shorts then?" Robbie smiled as he touched Barry's bottom.

"Hhmm...well you said you were, didn't you?"

"Bend over, let's me guess what yer wearing!"

Obligingly Barry did as he was asked as Robbie let his hands run all over
the taut white material, the outline of Barry's bikini briefs were very
obvious.

"Stand up, I gotta check the front as well." said Robbie squeezing himself
before reaching over to press on the growing tent in Barry's shorts.

"Well?" asked Barry grinning, he put a hand on top of Robbie's and pressed
them both firmly onto his cock.

"You got them small white ones on." said Robbie, "Same as yer coloured
ones, but white."

"Yeah, right. You bend over now, let's have a look at you."

"You know wot I got on, `cause it's all I got!" said Robbie as he bent
over, "I'd love some coloured ones."

"I know it's all you got, but I likes yer ass!" said Barry giggling as he
ran his fingers all around the elastic standing proud of the thin shorts,
Robbie grinned in anticipation of what he hoped was to follow.

With Barry and Robbie totally engrossed in the exploration each others
shorts they missed Martin moving stealthily around in the bushes on the
other side of the small clearing. Apprehensive was probably the best
description of his mood, he had purposely arrived early to see how many
other boys turned up and would then pretend to arrive late. Certainly the
anticipation of the what could happen had him very excited sexually,
mentally though he was still worried about the age difference between him
and the younger boys he was due to meet. Despite Tom and Alex's
reassurances that he would be accepted by their friends and everything
would be alright he was not entirely convinced and felt rather silly
dressed in the white shorts.

It appeared that everyone thought it a good idea to get there early since
well before two thirty it looked to Martin as though everybody had
arrived. His earlier reservations were beginning to evaporate when he took
stock of the collection of bums in white shorts and what could be hidden
inside. Staring at the boys his cock distinctly lurched when he focused on
Alex and saw the darker outline of his briefs through the thin white
shorts.

"Who's here then?" asked Tom looking around. "We all here yet?"

"Yeah, all of us you twit!" said Alex. "Look we got you, me, Brian, Jimmy,
Dave, Joe and then there's Martin when he gets here."

"He's that small one from Art's class isn't he?" said Joe. "He was with 'em
when they caught us on playing field, wasn't he?"

"I think he's all right, I liked him, he weren't no bigger than us." added
Brian, "Hey, you seen his willie yet then Alex?"

"Uumm.. not sure." replied Alex sounding rather vague.

"Well," cut in Tom, "if he ain't much bigger than us, it can't be that big,
can it?"

"Might be." Brian sounded very hopeful. "You sure you ain't seen it Alex?"

"Err.."

"Hmm.. bet you have!" said Joe grinning. "Wonder wot pants he wears? Alex?"

Alex blushed.

"You dirty fucker Alex!" said Joe.

"I hope we won't have wait long to find out!" said Jimmy scratching his
shorts. "Be a laugh if it was him who got picked wouldn't it!"

"Tom, so how we gonna pick somebody then?" asked David. "You ain't told us
yet."

Hidden behind the bushes, Martin pulled his T-shirt out and down over the
front of his tenting shorts. Bolstered by the positive comments he was
becoming more excited at the prospect of being groped by so many small
hands. Steeling himself to make an entrance he looked around and was about
to step forward when he thought he saw some movement in the bushes on the
opposite side of the small clearing. Thinking himself mistaken he looked
again at the dense foliage and decided it was ridiculous as there couldn't
possibly be anybody hiding so close to the boys in the centre of the small
clearing.

"Hey, where's Simon then?" suddenly asked Brian, "He wouldn't miss a chance
like this to get a finger up somebody's ass would he?"

"Simon, no.. he can't get here." Tom didn't want to say too much as Brian
and Jimmy weren't aware of the full details of his medical
predicament. "No, he can't. He's got other things to do or I'm not sure if
his dad would let him out or something."

"Shame, `cause yer right, he'd have loved to have fingered us all!" said
Jimmy grinning. "And you reckon we can do what we want with that Martin
then, I mean like he's one of us?"

"I hope so." said Alex glancing round at the display of white shorts. "Now
come on Tom you ain't told us how we gonna decide who gets picked on?

Before he could reply all heads turned as the bushes rustled and Martin
emerged trying to appear as nonchalant as he could.

"Hello."

Smiling, but feeling distinctly self conscious on being surrounded by the
younger boys he sensed he was being mentally undressed by several pairs of
eyes.

"Oh good, yer here." Tom smiled. "We was just talking about you."

"Wot!" he looked startled "Uumm.. talking about me? Why?"

"Yeah, we thought it was you, `cause you'd seen us on the playing field."
said Joe. "Tom said you was all right."

 "Hey and Jimmy want's to see yer willie!" said Brian before dissolving
into giggles.

"You got a helmet?" asked Jimmy who seemed quite serious!

"And Joe wants to see yer pants, he's got a thing about pants!" added
Brian.

"They ain't white pants. You look." said Dave quietly to Joe after staring
at Martin's tightly packed shorts for a few seconds.

At first Martin blushed, then throwing caution to the wind decided to
totally immerse himself in the game play. "Well you'll have to wait and see
won't you."

"I'm sure we will!" Tom clapped him on the shoulder. "We knew you'd join
in."

Outwardly Martin was smiling, inwardly he felt a shiver running through him
as Tom's hand made contact. Would the afternoon would be more or less of an
ordeal than he had envisaged?

"Never mind holding on to him." said David, who being a little more astute
thought there might be more to it than met the eye. "Come on Tom, tell us
who it's going to be it!"

"Well I don't know do I, that's the fun of it! Now shut up and listen, this
is how it works." said Tom holding up a hand for silence.

"First, we all gotta agree that one of us is gonna be stripped and played
with like, but that we won't hurt him or anything. Yeah?"

"Yeah, yeah." said Joe excitedly.

Brian took a sharp intake of breath, to have it spelled out like that made
it all the more exciting.

"Good. Get on with it!" called out Alex, who already had one hand down the
front of his shorts.

"Yeah. Tom, stop saying good and just fuckin' well get on with it!" said
David. "It's like being in school!"

"Look!" cried Brian pointing to Alex with his hand down his shorts. "Bloody
Alex can't wait he's at it already!"

"He'll go blind!" said Jimmy.

"For fucks sake shut up!" Tom was trying not to laugh. "Now, it was hard
trying to think how to pick somebody so.."

"Yeah! So?" called out Jimmy. "I'm telling you that fuckin' Alex won't be
able to see us if you don't hurry up!"

"Fuck off hairy hands!" replied Alex which reduced them all to laughter.

"Now please, shut up!" cried Tom and paused as they quietened down. He
looked at the expectant faces, the bulging shorts and then smiled when he
realised they were all there on account of his fertile mind.

"Well see, wot I first thought of was that we were gonna have a piss
together!"

"Wot!" said Alex. "Have a fuckin' piss!"

"No, just a piss!" added Joe.

"You going nuts?" asked David.

"For fucks sake shut up!" said Tom trying not to laugh. "Yes... I thought
we'd all have a piss starting when I said so and the last one to finish was
to be the lucky sod who was gonna get done!"

"Oh fuck!" said Brian. "But `spose you can't piss.. I mean.. you can't
always piss when you want to, can you?"

"Ah, Brian you got it." said Tom. "See that's where it all sorta wouldn't
work innit?"

"Oh, yeah I `spose so." said Alex. "So?"


"Wow! That would have been fun though wouldn't it?" said Joe. "Just
standing here watching Jimmy's cock and waiting for him to pee.. cor, we'll
all have hard ons!"

"We fuckin' got 'em now you pratt!" said Alex looking round and then
starting to giggle again.

"Well, I liked that idea," said Brian, "It's all about watching and that,
like when yer in the bog trying to see what the other kids willie is like."

"You nawty boy!" said David in mock surprise. "You look at willies in the
bog?"

"Course I do!" Brian grinned, "And don't think I ain't seen you doing it as
well!"

"Piss off!"

"Anyway, so I had to think of something else." said Tom.

"Yeah and.." said Jimmy excitedly.

"And here it is." replied Tom clutching what appeared to be some bits of
torn up paper.

"Yes, uumm.." said Alex looking in disbelief. "That it?"

"This is much fairer," said Tom ignoring Alex, " well, `cause we all take
one of these and the one with the cross on it is the lucky boy."

"Fuckin' hell," said Joe, "and you worked that out all by yerself."

"Shut up. I ain't finished." said Tom trying not to laugh. "Now listen, see
I don't think it'll be fair if whoever gets chosen is just groped by us."

"I'd be happy!" said Jimmy which started another bout of laughter.

"Oh, fuckin' hell, shut up or we'll never get started at all." said Tom
trying to continue. "So.. so, I reckon whoever is chosen ought to have the
chance to grope us as well.."

"Go on.. go on!" cried Brian excitedly. "This is good!"

"Yer, I mean, fairs fair innit?" said Tom. "So.. so, before he gets done
we'll blindfold him and let him wank us or feel us up all in turn through
our shorts, he can't take 'em down! But, he has to have a guess at wot
pants we got on!"

"Fuckin' brilliant!" exclaimed Alex.

"Yer, I've thought about this," continued Tom, "so he's only gonna get a
minute for each of us, that'll make it fair then, won't it?"

"And if he guesses right about the pants?"

"Uumm... dunno.. I ain't thought of that." said Tom

"Wot about.." interrupted David, "He gets to take 'em home for a night to
do what he wants in 'em!"

"Oh yeah!" said Brian to nods of approval all round.

Despite having said nothing, Martin still feeling rather self-conscious,
had been avidly studying the array of shorts and was becoming incredibly
excited at the thought of being touched up though his shorts by a younger
boy. Knowing that he was already leaking precum and that it wouldn't take
much to make him ejaculate he felt he ought to ask one important question.

"So in this first bit then, wot if whoever it is blindfolded manages to get
whoever it is having his pants checked to uumm... cum or something?"

"Sounds like you will!" said Alex giggling.

Martin blushed. Desperately wanting to start wanking right there and then,
he tensed his leg muscles.

"Good point. I ain't thought of that." said Tom. "Hey, I got it... yer...
Well...  uumm, if that does happen, then they can join the other one who
won the draw and be groped by the rest of us!"

"Right, well wot the fuck we waiting for?" exclaimed Brian. "Come on Tom,
let's do the fuckin' draw and see who it is."

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Chap 52 to follow..