Date: Fri, 10 Sep 2010 08:14:47 +0100
From: Tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief Encounters Chap 58

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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Chapter 58 – Archimedes


"Hey." whispered Alex out the side of his mouth. He nudged Tom's right arm,
"Did you hear about Jimmy in the bog at break, Dave said he was unzipping
his trousers and flashing those nice white pants he stole off that first
year kid Barry!"

"No, I ain't seen Dave, but I'm not surprised at Jimmy." Tom turned and
nodded at the bulge in Alex's shorts, "You still thinking about the weekend
then?"

"Course, ain't you?" Alex looked over at Tom's shorts. "Looks like you got
one as well!"

"Might have." he winked. "Cor, wot a weekend, wasn't it? Me mum said I
looked awful after tea and she didn't know wot I'd been doing to look like
that! Then she made me have an early night `cause it was school today."

"And.."

"Well me dad looked at me a bit funny like."

"So?"

"Dunno, nothing." Tom grinned and excitedly asked, "So wot d'you fucking
think about yesterday? I woke up about midnight and found I'd cum in me
pyjamas, dreaming about having me willie up yer bum!"

"Me. Honest?" Alex was really flattered. "Well, I did put a finger up it at
bed and I thought of you."

"Really?" Tom smiled. "Only one finger?"

"Yer, ones enough!" Alex smiled and then blushed.

"You silly sod!" Tom reached under the desk and took Alex's hand, he placed
it on the lump in his grey shorts. "D'you know it was lucky I did it in me
pyjamas and didn't get it on the clean sheets, `cause I thinks me mum is
sort of checking me clothes and that?"

"For wot?"

"Wank stains!" whispered Tom looking shiftily around. "I just got a feeling
she's been looking out for 'em?"

"Oh I dunno, why she been doing that then?" replied Alex making a face, "Oh
shit, now you got me worried. Mum got me some new pale blue pyjamas and
they wouldn't half show any stains!"

"They'll match yer spunky blue Y-fronts then!" Tom stifled a laugh. "Wot
you'll have to do is to wear special bedtime wanky pants under yer jamma
trousers in case you do it in the night."

"Wot makes you think me Y-fronts is spunky anyway?" Alex giggled. "Anyway
I've already done the bedtime wanky pants bit! I wore me pants under me
jimjams and all I got was sticky wanky pants and a hard on all night! So,
you slept in yours?"

"Yeah, wot is about wearing pants in bed, I found an old pair and turned
`em into proper sticky wanky pants, they lives under me bed!" Tom
winked. "Anyway, have you been thinking about this weekend in the shed?
D'you reckon it'll be as good as yesterday?"

"Gonna be better, innit?" Alex looked around then pressed again on the
lump. "I mean we're all gonna be in that small shed ain't we, it's gonna be
a right laugh."

"I was wondering," said Tom, "if we should invite that Barry and Brian's
little brother. I mean, cor they was a right pair of little buggers weren't
they?"

"Yer, why not, give Jimmy something to play with!" said Alex. "And Mart?"

"Course, if he wants." Tom smiled. "Why don't you ask him for me."

"OK." Alex was starting to feel for the zip on Tom's shorts. "But right
now... can I..."

"Yer, quietly though. Bloody hell, I could do with a wank after all this
talk!" Tom turned and grinned. "I'm hard, but you can do this to me again
at the weekend . So wot d'you reckon we ought to do in the shed?"

"Lots of this!" Alex, totally engrossed had already slipped his hand
through the open zip and was tracing the outline of Tom's briefs inside the
shorts.

"Told you I wanted a wank and I'll bet.." Tom breathed slowly and
deeply. "bet you can't do it to me now!"

"Thomas."

"Wot?" Alex was surprised at that request. "Right now, in yer pants?"

"Dare you! We ain't never cum in class before have we?"

Alex shook his head and grinned wickedly. What a fantastic idea!

"First time for everything," Tom turned and purposely looked into Alex's
eyes, "go on then, do it for me."

"Right." Alex swallowed hard as Tom slid down a little under the desk to
make access easier. "But wot about the mess in yer pants?"

"Well we ain't got games or nothing today, so who's gonna know?"

"Yer all hot and sticky already," said Alex excitedly feeling through the
fly, "yer pants is sorta damp!"

"I just had a piss, it always drips a bit!"

"I get that as well. I `spose that's why we wears pants then?" said Alex
thoughtfully.

"Or, to stop skidmarks on yer trousers!" said Tom grinning. "Anyway me
knobs been up and down all morning, I keep on thinking about us doing it
again. When's the next time?"

"Us? Wot, me up you?" Alex's face lit up as his fingers curled tightly
around Tom's erection through his damp briefs. "Well, me mum said she's
gonna be later back from work tomorrow afternoon, you could come home with
me then. We can see the front path from me bedroom so we could hear if she
came back."

"Please. I want you up me as well." Tom was getting more and aroused as the
seconds ticked by. Grasping Alex's hand through the shorts he tried to rub
it up an down.

"Alex, go on.. you can do it, rub me cock.. squeeze it, rub it... I just
wanna cum!"

By now Alex was as excited as Tom. Since neither had heard of anybody
actually cumming in their underpants in class before this was promising to
be a very exciting first. Had they talked to Art they would have known it
was wasn't that unusual! With Tom pressing on the outside of his shorts and
Alex's hand inside through the fly, the act of masturbation became quite
animated although as a consequence Tom's briefs were beginning to get
rather stretched.

"I'mm.. cumming... I'mm.." hissed Tom his body straining on the chair.

"For fucks sake then do it quietly!" whispered Alex as firmly as he
could. Despite them both being so carried away and unable to stop, Alex was
nevertheless beginning to have a dreadful premonition that it was going to
end in tears.

"Mmmmhh... oohh it's so hard it's never gonna go down.. oohhhh!" muttered
Tom under his breath twisting about on the polished wooden seat as his cock
began to jerk prior to shooting into his underpants.

Alex could feel Tom's cock pulse as the hot semen was forced out and though
the thin cotton of his briefs to collect virtually in the palm of his
hand. The feeling of the hot liquid collecting his hand straight from Tom's
body seemed like an incredible bonding moment. Carefully clenching his
fingers and withdrawing his hand he closed his eyes he raised it to his
nose, sniffed and then slowly began to lick it clean.

"Thomas are you still with us? I know there isn't much time left in this
lesson, but it would be nice if you were to rejoin us till the end."

Thomas?

Thomas? Who used that name?

As though he had had an electric shock, Tom sat bolt upright and realised
that it was him that was being summoned. All eyes in the class were already
focused on him. Wide eyed and blinking he looked as though he had almost
seen a ghost!

Their intimate little world had been shattered by the powerful voice of Mr
Turner the physics teacher. Aged about thirty, well over six foot and
certainly not without a sense of humour he was well liked by his students
both old and young alike.

"Ah, Thomas. So, we do have your attention then."

"Me, sir.." croaked Tom in panic.

"Yes. You sir. Speak up."

By now breaking having broken out in a cold sweat and convinced his heart
had missed a few beats Tom simply sat there seemingly unable to move and
say even less.

"I expect you remember that as a physics class we have been learning about
that great man Archimedes and that we will doing some practical work to
prove some of his theories next week."

Mr Turner moved to one side of his desk and smiled very disarmingly across
the room.

"However young Thomas, since you don't appear to have been with us of late,
we are all assuming that you have obviously have been discussing some of
Archimedes' other wonderful achievements. And, I expect in a far greater
magnitude than we could ever hope. No doubt, with your fellow physicist,
young Alex there."

He paused and smiled again. Tom's churning stomach failed to catch up.

The class were absolutely silent most looking at Tom and Alex, with some
still trying to unravel what he had just said! From previous experience the
class knew that usually with Mr Turner there was some form of punchline to
his remonstrations, usually humourous and guaranteed to teach the miscreant
a lesson he wouldn't forget.

".. and that you presumably know all there is to know about the said
Archimedes. So you no longer need the benefit of our added knowledge. Would
you agree with that statement Thomas?"

With sweat breaking out on his forehead Tom looked around the class like
goldfish in bowl, totally unable to comprehend the content of what Mr
Turner had said, let alone his sense the humour.

"Wot, wot? I... wot was that sir? I.. I didn't.. I... " he mumbled.

"No, I didn't think you did either!" Mr Turner smiled yet again.

Tom looked lost. He was lost! His mouth was dry, unable to speak. Alex
cringed behind the desk frantically trying to wipe the remaining sticky
morsels of cum from the palm of his hand onto the underside of the chair.

"Ergo," said Mr Turner, "I think probably the best thing is if you come up
here to front and explain to the class what precise facet of Archimedes
work you were discussing. So, come along."

"But.. but.. wot we was wot... discussing.. but.. I can't.. I... wot!"

"Of course you can, that's what your little legs are for!"

At the back of the room Simon had started to giggle, having already guessed
what might have been happening, although never envisaging Tom ejaculating
in class.

Mr Turner looked across. "Simon, you'll be up here as well in minute as
well unless you stop that.. it's Tom's turn first, so if you want to go
second now is your chance."

Silence.

"Thomas, now! As a teacher I stand in front the class all day, there's no
need to be shy. You'll soon get used to it, so up you get and come here."

With much scraping of the chair on the floor Tom slowly got himself to his
feet and with distinctly rubbery knees steadied himself on the desk.

Alex allowed himself to quickly glance to his left side and was horrified
to see that in profile Tom still had his erection, the grey shorts were
ominously tenting. Alex gulped when he saw that the fly was still wide open
with the white briefs easily visible. To make it worse, being so close he
could easily see the white ribbed cotton and what looked like a large wet
spot! The question was, should he tell Tom? On balance he decided against
it as with Tom now standing he would probably only panic, grab at his fly
and make matters considerably worse.

In the aftermath of the previous days strenuous sexual adventures, Tom's
emotional and physical energy levels were far below normal. Beginning to
feel drained he made what seemed like a superhuman effort to make his way
between the rows of desks to the front of the class. It was blatantly
obvious to all those who saw his shorts as he passed slowly by the desks
that he had a major erection. Luckily for those that were sat to his right
they had the added bonus of being able to look inside his open fly to
admire the growing wet patch on the thin cotton of his Y-fronts!

At first it was just the odd giggle was heard, that was soon followed by
some gasps and sounds of whispering. Naturally soon all the class were
straining to see what the fuss was about and Tom, who despite knowing there
must be something desperately wrong with his appearance just looked
straight ahead without daring to look down.

Mr Turner was standing to the far side of his desk and was unable to see
much of Tom below chest level, not particularly puzzled at the disturbance
he didn't take much notice other than to look around and tell the class to
calm down. Just as he did so, Tom finally arrived at blackboard and stood
on the other side of the desk so that Mr Turner was still oblivious to
Tom's erection and gaping fly.

"Calm down. Boys, I said calm down."

Eventually the boys settled down, albeit for those with an interest in such
matters as erections and underpants they were now invariably sporting
erections of their own.

Mr Turner looked at the class and then back over to Tom, who was staring,
looking totally befuddled at the back wall. Whatever they were all laughing
at he didn't know and didn't want to know.

"Thomas, here for you," Mr Turner rolled a piece of chalk across the desk,
"you might need that to aid your explanation."

"Sir..." said Tom weakly. "but.. wot explanation?"

Mr Turner smiled. "The subject that you were talking about with Alex,
surely you remember?"

The noise in the class was rising again. Some the boys were sniggering and
most were whispering again and they all knew why.

"But.. I don't.. I... I can't... can't.."

"D'you know, I really didn't think you could."

Tom swallowed. Mr Turner faced the class.

"Now boys, I said quiet and I mean quiet. As you may realise this is a
practical lesson for all of you, not just for Thomas. By that I mean that
talking or messing about in my class is not acceptable as Thomas here now
knows for future lessons, as I hope will you all."

As the words sank in the noise level rapidly subsided.

"That's better." Mr Turner looked over at Tom and continued. "It seems that
Thomas has obviously already forgotten what he was discussing with Alex,
however I think he could at least tell us about last weeks lesson."

"I can?" said Tom lamely. His mind a complete blank as to the content of
previous weeks physics lesson which in itself most of the boys had related
to and found very funny.

"Yes, easily. You just have to tell the class what it was that
Archimedes.." he paused and with perfect timing continued, "was doing in
his bath.."

At the front with a perfect view through Tom's open fly, Harry now had his
hand deep in his shorts pocket and was clutching something hard through his
white briefs. With testosterone heavy in the air and carried along by the
proceedings he was quite unable to stop himself calling out.

"Archy was doing wot Tom just done!"

After a moments shocked silence the entire class erupted into laughter.

Tom finally looked down. His erection was still as firm as before, the
shorts tenting and his fly wide open displaying his white underpants. In
desperation he pulled at the zip but it was stuck fast. Events were
catching up with him, feeling unsteady on his feet he sat heavily onto the
chair behind the desk.

The result was as to be expected, absolute mayhem. Since every boy was
adept as doing something in his bath, the pointing, name calling and lewd
suggestions rapidly escalated to a crescendo.

It was only when Mr Turner moved closer to see for himself what all the
fuss was about that he saw Tom was looking dreadful and seemingly close to
tears. Surprised at seeing the shorts gaping open, that coupled with the
hysterical reaction of the class it suddenly all made sense. Feeling very
annoyed with himself that he had unknowingly allowed the boy to be
humiliated by the class he beckoned to Alex to come and take Tom back to
his seat. It didn't take him long to restore class discipline and then set
the class their homework before the lesson bell rang heralding the dinner
break. Quickly dismissing the class he turned his attention to Tom and Alex
who were still sitting at their desks.

"Well, you're are a bright pair aren't you?"

Very nervous, sweaty, with their facial expressions varying between fear
and embarrassment it was all they could do to stop bursting into
tears. Scuffing his feet on the floor Tom stared at the desk petrified of
what was likely to happen next.

"Uumm.. we... but.. I.." croaked Alex, it was as far as he got.

"There are no buts, are there?" interrupted Mr Turner towering over
them. "You disgusting little boys were masturbating in my class, can you
imagine what an insult that is to a teacher?"

Unable to speak Tom fought back the tears, it was a losing battle. This was
undoubtedly going to lead to a visit to the headmaster and his parents
being told. Probably the end of the world.

Alex open his mouth to say something, nothing came out. Slowly raising his
face, white with fear and tears now gathering in the corners of his eyes.

"Well, what have you say? I thought better of you two than this. You are
supposed to be well brought up, this is a grammar school not some dreadful
comprehensive in a slum."

"We... we... didn't.. we.. sorry.." stuttered Tom continuing to stare at
the desk as he desperately fought to maintain control of his bowels and
sphincter.

"For god's sake Thomas, I never expected this of you. Just look at
yourself." pulling a chair over from an adjacent desk he sat down in front
of them. "How old are you?"

Sniffing and rubbing his eyes he answered in a faltering voice, "Twelve and
... twelve and.. nearly.."

"Twelve and a bit.." completed Mr Turner, then turning to Alex, "and you,
the same?"

"Yer, but we... didn't.. we.. we're.. sorry.. we.." as Alex spoke the tears
began to run down his cheeks. Thoughts of the headmasters office and his
parents reaction were looming frighteningly large.

"If you were older you would be on your way to the headmaster right now and
I would be writing to your parents."

"Wot.. I don't understand.." mumbled Tom through his tears. The gravity of
the situation had been made clear, he was petrified of his parents hearing
of what he had done. Fear had now really taken hold him, trembling he
clamped his legs together in a desperate bid to avoid wetting himself or
worse.

"Wot you... wot you.. mean Sir?" asked Alex lamely.

"Well obviously you are not the first boys to do this in a class and I'm
sure you won't be the last."

"Uumm.. wot.. I don't.." like Tom's train of thought, the battle of the
bladder was lost. Small dribbles of pee were escaping into his clothing and
as if in sympathy tears were now starting run down his cheeks.

"I would hazard a guess that this incident has been caused by a very new
and important discovery in your life." Mr Turner looked down at them
sternly.

"Wot.. wot is.. mean.." asked Alex now totally confused. Tom was trying to
pretend he wasn't there and just praying the day would end. He wanted to go
home. Go anywhere in fact.

"The discovery of masturbation." replied Mr Turner coolly.

"Err.. but we only started last.." Alex's voice tailed off, his tear
stained face looked pitifully up. Plainly scared out of his wits he had now
inadvertently let slip just how sexually inexperienced they really were.

"I see, not very long ago then."

Alex put his head down and looked at the floor. What a thing to admit to
and to a teacher of all people.

Scratching the back of his head Mr Taylor paused to consider the matter. He
had to clear up in his own mind why it had happened, certainly with boys a
year or more older the act in class was often considered an act of
bravado. This however, looked very different, simply two boys who had only
just discovered masturbation and couldn't stop.

"So this wasn't planned at all, you didn't discuss doing it or anything
beforehand?"

"Wot? Planned...no.. why?" It was Alex who replied again.

Tom was preoccupied with his own world, waiting for it to crash out of
orbit in the headmasters office. Unable to see through his tears he simply
nodded in agreement. This was unquestionably the worst moment of his
life. Hot urine was now seeping out of his shorts, he could feel it slowly
dribbling down the back of his legs, soaking his grey socks and into his
shoes.

"So, really your performance this morning was just to experience this
wonderful new feeling you have just discovered?" he paused and looked at
them, "So, the truth is really that you can't leave it alone. Is that about
it?"

It was a dreadful admission to make, but it was true. Avoiding looking up
they nodded and muttered something.

"Thomas, well at least do your fly up." said Mr Turner looking down. He was
feeling rather sorry for pair, recalling what the urges were like on
breaking through into manhood.

"Can't... I broke the zip!" said Alex sniffing.

"You did Alex? Oh god! I think that's enough detail, now," he sighed. "now
I also think we've all had enough of this. So listen, this is what we are
going to do."

A small puddle had been slowly forming on the classroom floor and surprised
by what sounded like the odd drip of water Mr Turner looked all around
before realising it was coming from the region of Tom's chair.

"Oh my god! What the..."

Despite having his eyes tightly closed Tom's face was wet with tears, his
left shoe full of urine and his pale grey shorts were now very
dark. Sopping wet.

A parent himself, it only took a moment for Mr Turner to see with the onset
of incontinence Tom's composure had now totally evaporated to the point
where it was verging on the traumatic. Without hesitation reached out and a
put hand on Tom's shoulder.

"Alex, go and get some paper towels from the toilet. Lot's of them!"

Looking as though he had been crying for a week and hoping he didn't meet
anybody he knew Alex set off trying to the toilet.

"Thomas, we'll get you sorted out."

Hearing the door close Tom looked up at Mr Turner, through a mix of sniffs
and snuffles asked the question that was burning in his mind.

"Sir.. we...we.. are we going to, to see the.. headmaster? You.. you
writing to, to me dad.."

"No, I think not." Mr Turner eventually smiled. "Just look at you, you're
just are a pair of very silly boys!"

"We, we.. ain't gonna see the head?" croaked Tom in disbelief. "But,
we.. I.. done it in.. in yer class."

"No... I know you did, but.."

Alex came slowly back in the room clutching a handful of blue paper
towels. "Wot?" he said interrupting and unsure if he had heard correctly.

"I know you did." said Mr Turner. "I don't think though that seeing the
head or writing to your parents is going to achieve any more than the total
humiliation and embarrassment which you have inflicted upon
yourselves. Probably it will be remembered for the rest of your lives. I
think Thomas, coupled with spending the rest of the afternoon dressed as
you it's going to be more than enough punishment."

At which point Tom's emotions took over and grabbing at Mr Turners hand he
burst into a flood of tears. Alex didn't know what to say, he simply looked
at the teacher and gave a weak smile.

"Now.." continued Mr Turner, he paused to clear his throat, rather touched
at Tom's reaction. He stood up, "I think I deserve something academic from
you, so you can have extra homework or you can both take double
detention. The choice is yours, so which?"

"Homework please." croaked Tom looking up and managing the weakest of
smiles.

"Good. Report to me here before the afternoon lesson bell to tell me that
you are over this and I'll give you the work then." he smiled. "Now Alex,
just take him to the toilet and clean him up. After that I want somebody
has to come back here to clean up this mess. Understood?"

Having missed well over half their dinner break it was a very forlorn and
bedraggled pair of boys who eventually made their way to the dining area in
the hope of finding some of their close friends.



Chap 59 to follow