Date: Tue, 09 Nov 2010 08:04:09 +0000
From: Tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief Encounters  Chap 62

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 62 -- After school activities


"Ah, Brian so you are back, I was just beginning to wonder where you had
got to."

Entering the room his mother glanced around completely ignoring that the
boys were obviously in the process of getting changed out of their school
uniform. It never occurring to her that the boys were rapidly developing in
all senses and really deserved some degree of privacy of their own, even a
knock on the door!

"You normally tell me when you get in, is there anything wrong? At school
or that?"

"No.. no.. I.. just heard you talking to Robbie.. so I thought I'd.. I'd
leave you and get changed."  stuttered Brian turning his head but not his
body, in an attempt to keep his unzipped shorts out of sight. Abashed at
being partly undressed with his mother only a few feet away he held tightly
onto his shorts which were concealing his rather engorged cock.

"Good heavens, I don't know what you boys get up to, I mean.."

She said wrinkling her nose, at which point without waiting for the rest of
the sentence Brian turned pink with embarrassment only to breath a sigh of
relief when moments later when she walked over to the window.

"It really smells in here Brian, you ought to keep the window open a
bit. Robbie, after this I expect you'll be glad to get your own room back
won't you? I think dad's almost finished it now."

Nervous in the extreme Robbie did nothing except, grin inanely nod his head
and hang onto the waistband of his shorts under the cover of his shirt.

"Much homework?" she asked looking between them and wondering why, for once
they were so quiet. The last few days they seemed to be getting on much
better, maybe that had calmed them down.

Robbie shook his head and Brian muttered something unintelligible about
physics.

"Oh well," she smiled and turned to go out of the room, "you get changed
then and tea at six as normal."

"Right, mum." replied Brian sounding very relieved.

"Oh hang on, I know," she said stopping and changing direction, moving over
to Robbie, "I keep meaning to ask, these school shorts you got on, are they
getting a bit small for you now?"

"Wot, mum?" came the nervous reply. "Me shorts.. wot's wrong with 'em?"

"Nothing, I hope!"

The outstretched arm caught hold of the grey material and Robbie fearing
the worst reacted by gripping them so hard that his knuckles turned white.

"Really," she said looking at the material, "all I want to know is will
they last till the end of term or shall I buy the new ones for senior
school now so you could wear them and probably grow into them for the new
term."

"Wot? I don't know mum." said Robbie blankly.

He really wasn't with it. Having been literally caught with his pants down
after almost being almost rogered by Brian, prior to which had been
subjected to a maternal interrogation over some strange stains which had
appeared in his bed. It really was a little much for one day.

Brian still clinging onto his own trousers looked over at Robbie and could
see that panic had definitely set in, he just hoped Robbie that wouldn't
break down or the secret could well be out.

"Well, just quickly do them up properly and I'll have a proper look, then
you can carry on and get changed."

"Uumm..." Robbie nervous, was now all fingers and thumbs fiddled about
pulling up one side and then the other whilst not daring to let go of the
waistband. Finally he managed to do up the clasp so at least the shorts
would stay in position.

"Oh, come over here by the window, then I can have a proper look."

Feeling very uncomfortable with his underpants all scrunched inside his
shorts he looked back at Brian and walked over to the window ensuring the
zip was pulled absolutely right up as he walked!

"That's better, now I can see. Just turn around." she bent down. "They do
look pretty worn but I think they'll last, don't you? They're too tight
around your..."

"Around? Wot, mum?" asked Robbie not realising what she meant.

"You know.." she pointed in the general direction of his genitals.

The penny dropped and he turned scarlet! "No... no.. they're fine!"

"Ok, well let's leave it there then, I `ll go and start tea." she smiled

"Yer." said Robbie breathing an audible sigh of relief, he looked at Brian
for moral support. Having moved a few paces he wasn't sure, but thought he
could now feel something wet between his legs."

Watching carefully, Brian thought everything seemed to be going quite well
and they would escape unscathed. Until that was, his mother espied a small
piece of white material hanging down just below Robbie's left hand trouser
leg. Thinking as the shorts were old it was just a bit of the lining or
pocket that had come adrift she gently tugged on it. Unfortunately for
Robbie it wasn't, they were all surprised to see the remnants of his briefs
suddenly appear from the leg of the shorts, rather like a rabbit out of a
hat and drape themselves over her hand!

"What.. whatever's this?" confused, she looked up at Robbie.

"Uumm.." Robbie looked desperately over towards Brian hoping he could do or
say something to help. Brian's jaw just dropped, he had no answer either.

After a pause she asked "I don't understand, Robbie, are these your
underpants?"

Robbie, slowly nodded. Looking as though he was going to burst into tears
he stared helplessly in every direction except towards his mother.

"And what, what on earth is this.." her voice tailed off as she rubbed her
fingers together.

Brian stared at the floor wishing he'd never come home or for that matter
never cum in Robbie's briefs! All the colour had drained from Robbie's
face, frozen to the spot he had absolutely no idea what to say or do.

"Oh my god, it's.. no it's not... is it!" visibly stunned by the
realisation that Robbie's briefs were covered in fresh semen she looked at
her fingers again.

Robbie didn't know and didn't want to know, his eyes were now tightly shut.

"Robbie, have you... uumm is this.."

Shocked and extremely embarrassed by the first hand evidence that her
darling boys were now sexually active she looked again at her fingers and
then over to Brian who red in the face looked supremely guilty. It was
unbelievable, her mind raced through the possibilities. Surely Robbie
couldn't ejaculate, he wasn't old enough. It had to be Brian. But then why
was it was Robbie's underpants that were covered in semen! Just what had
they been doing when she interrupted, the one positive note being that
whatever it was, it had been consensual.

Until then, sex in relation to the boys had never entered her head, yet
here they were apparently playing with each other in a very literal sense!
Nevertheless, tricky the subject appeared something had to be said, but not
in a way that would make sex appear to be taboo as her own mother had made
her feel.

Robbie was surely too young to ejaculate, Brian being older was probably
the instigator and the one to talk to first. However, there was a distinct
stumbling block. The issues of adolescent boys and masturbation were
definitely neither in her remit nor comfort zone! As parents they had never
shirked from tackling difficult issues, so even though she couldn't talk to
them, it didn't seem fair to leave the boys under the impression they had
committed a heinous crime. Best to say something now and then let their
father talk it through later.

"Are you uumm.. able to talk about it?" she asked Brian.

"I, I.. don't know." he said slowly, getting visibly embarrassed and
looking at the floor.  "Uumm.. with dad.. maybe?"

"Come here and sit on the bed." she beckoned him over and patted the
bed. Robbie was squinting out the corner of eyes to see what was going to
happen.

Still holding his trousers up Brian sidled over and sat nervously beside
her only to be very surprised when she put an arm around him.

"I'm not mad," she smiled, "but I am very, very surprised. I suppose I
should have guessed you were growing up."

Seeing how the situation was developing and there was probably nothing to
fear other than embarrassment Robbie made a move towards the bed and sat
down on her other side. With an arm around them both she looked from on to
the other and thought back to when she was growing up, her own mother had
given her one short lecture her on sex being dirty and that was it!
Determined that any children of her own would be brought up in a heathy
family environment there was no reason to be angry, the boys had simply
developed physically and discovered masturbation, that was all there was to
it.

"You're not mad?" asked Brian unable to believe calm she seemed.

"Well, I'm not too sure what you've got up to... or if I'd approve. But,
you don't seem to have come to an harm so, why should I be?" she hugged
him, "All you've done is grow up a bit and discover how to masturbate,
haven't you?"

The word masturbate had for Brian the distressing side effect of turning
him bright red, in spite which he turned and looked her in the face and
gave a weak smile.

"Uumm.. `spose.. yer." he muttered.

"Now, as for you," she hugged Robbie in turn, "I'm not sure you're old
enough, but I'm guessing Brian was.. uumm, involved?"

Both boys as red as beetroots cringed, it was just about the truth!

"I'm going to let your father have words with you, I can't see he's going
to be annoyed, but I'm sure he will want you to understand your actions."

"Wot you mean mum?" asked Robbie.

"Suppose I said that he was boy once and will understand what you are going
through."

"I see, I think." said Brian who couldn't really visualise his father
masturbating as a boy, but got the general idea!

"Robbie."

"Yer?" he looked up but tried to avoid eye contact.

"I don't want to embarrass you unduly but this seems a the right time to
mention that it looks like something has happened to your pants!"

Robbie looked horrified.

"Not only the ones you've got on, but from the washing basket you seem to
have lost a couple of pairs lately and the way it's going you won't have
any to wear! Can you find them and.. maybe put those in the wash now?"

Robbie looked down and was shocked to see a swathe of white cotton now
protruding from the leg of his shorts, looking back up very red faced he
almost expected to be told off.

"All I'm trying to say is that," she hugged them both again, "well that I'm
not mad and that sex isn't dirty, it's natural. But you must control your
urges. As I said, I'll get dad to have a word with you both. Maybe you can
tell him what you can't tell me?"

"Tell him wot mum?" asked Robbie naively.

"Well for a start you could tell him where your missing pants are!" she
smiled.

Robbie made a face and looked hopefully at Brian who shrugged his
shoulders.

"Now, come on get up and carry on getting changed, I have to cook the tea."
she said pushing them both off the bed.

As Robbie stood up and turned to his own bed, Brian also got up forgetting
that his shorts were undone and felt them slip down his legs to the
floor. Open mouthed he looked first down at his still half erect cock and
then quickly over to his mother before turning the inevitable shade of
puce. Scrabbling to pull the shorts back up she caught his eye and smiling
shook her head.

"Brian, just put it away, it's caused enough problems for you this
afternoon as it is!"


Art literally fell off the bus.

Having rushed headlong down the twisting staircase following Simon he
jumped onto to the platform just as the bus lurched into the kerb, losing
his balance he collided with Simon before missing his step falling onto the
pavement. Simon having managed to stay on his feet was laughing as he
stepped off and then over his brother on the pavement whilst the conductor
grinned and added, "Serves the little bugger right!"

Luckily, other than the amused passengers there appeared to be nobody about
to witness Art's downfall except Simon who leant on a garden wall still
laughing.

"Oh shut up... oh fuck, look at me bag!" muttered Art trying to sit up and
get himself together. He looked around to see for the contents of his
school bag spread all over the pavement.

"Lucky you ain't sat in no dog shit down there!" said Simon before bursting
into laughter again.

"Fuck off!" retorted Art looking as though he was about to make the effort
to stand up.

"Wot a load of old crap you got in yer bag!" observed Simon. "It ain't no
good getting up, `cause you got fuckin' pick it all up!"

"Oh bollocks!" said Art trying to decide whether to crouch on his haunches
or get on his hands on knees to retrieve the various scrappy bits of paper,
broken pencils and dog eared books.

"Well give us a fuckin' hand and help pick this up and fuckin' stop
laughing." he decided to start on his hands and knees.

"You still gonna do me when we gets home then?" asked Simon hopefully.

"If you wants? But you gotta fuckin' help me right now." Art looked up and
grinned, it was that look. Just to emphasise the hold he had over Simon he
reached back between his legs and squeezed the front of his trousers hard,
squishing his erect cock into the slimy mess that was his underpants. "I'll
tell you kiddo, I am so fuckin' randy today I'm gonna let you try and get
me off again when we do, will you?"

"Yeah. Course." Simon was totally under his power. His eyes glinting he
bent down to help pick up some of the books only to see the grey trouser
material drawn tightly over Art's bum as he scrabbled about. The outline of
his briefs was clearly showing along with darker patches where the two
loads of semen had soaked through from his briefs.

"Hey, you really ain't cum since before last week then?" asked Art
disbelievingly, today sex was definitely the only thing on his mind. He
squeezed his cock again, unaware that every time he did so more semen was
forced into the absorbent material of his trousers.

"No, I ain't, I fuckin' promised you didn't I?"

Since Art's offer and the thought of what was to come when the got home
Simon had been fully erect, he hadn't cum since before the weekend and was
almost on the verge of it right there. Art was a sexual magnet.

"How we gonna do it then.. I mean if mum's in?" asked Art stuffing the last
of his ratbag of belongings into the bag.

"Dunno, let's get home quick and see." said Simon putting a hand into his
pocket and feeling the end his cock.

"I can see you! Don't you play with fuckin' thing and cum in yer pants
before we get there will you?" said Art smiling.

"I could do!"

"Well don't you fuckin' dare `cause I might let you do something else, if
you're very fuckin' good."

"Wot? Wot?" asked Simon excitedly.

"Well, just fuckin' be a good boy and wait. It depends."

Art started to slowly straighten up. Having been crouched on the pavement
for the last few minutes he hadn't realised that when Simon failed to do
the trouser clasp up earlier, it had only been the zip on his trousers
which holding them up. As a result, Art's ample girth had imposed a strain
on the zip far in excess of any design limitation and had effectively
pulled it apart.

"Fuckin' hell, that's better, me legs thought they was in danger of staying
bent forever." Art grinned as he finally straightened up and looked towards
Simon who was impatiently waiting to go home, now only too willing to be
abused in anyway Art desired.

The deciding factor was the weight of the trouser pockets, heavy with all
junk Art usually had stuffed into them. Thus, with neither clasp nor zip to
support them, Art's trousers expounded the law of gravity by remaining
around his knees as he stood up. Exposed to the world were semen
impregnated shirt tails, drooping black briefs and a shiny reflective
coating to the inside of his trousers. Positively tenting, with nothing of
his rigid five inches left to the imagination and glistening with huge
streaks of cum the now shapeless briefs hung loosely from below his rounded
white stomach.

"Fuckin' hell! Art pull yer trousers up, I can see yer balls!" cried Simon
looking round the street in panic when he saw what had happened.

"Fuck me! I didn't know." startled, Art looked down in horror. "Oh fuck!"

Terrified of being seen, particularly in the light of what his father had
been saying and with the warning ringing in his ears he bent down and
scrabbled to pull the trousers up to hide his cummy underpants. Fastening
the waistband was tricky since the clasp wasn't quite right, however brute
force seemed to cure the problem and allowed him to be able to finally tuck
the shirt in.

The trousers fastened, Simon's initial panic turned into laughter at his
brothers typically inept efforts, so with Art holding his bag in front they
slowly made their way down the sideroads towards home. Having recovered his
composure Art had been laughing as well and seemed totally unconcerned
about his appearance, let alone the dire state of his wardrobe. What their
mother would say about it, Simon could only conjecture and didn't want to
spoil Art's happy mood especially as he was still talking of cumming again
whilst giving the promised blow job.

"Well, here we are," said Art grinning as the approached the front gate,
"d'you reckon she'll say anything? Do I look alright?"

"Sort of, you got some cum on yer trousers though." replied Simon, trying
to be as tactful as he could. The truth was Art looked an absolute mess
with blotches of semen still soaking through the front of his trousers from
the soggy mess beneath.

"Bit, I `spose!" Art looked down and sniffed. It was something of an
understatement even by his standards. The bulging trousers decorated with
shiny streaks of cum and the gaping fly barely concealing the vista of the
cummy brief within. It really didn't look that good.

"I'll just hold me bag in front then." he said turning to Simon as though
it were the end of the matter. "Be alright eh?"

"Right," said Simon barely containing his laughter, "well you'd better make
a run for it up the stairs and wot ever you do, don't let her get downwind
of you!"

"Downwind? Wot the fucks that mean?" asked Art reaching through the letter
box for the string which had door key tied to it.

"I don't fuckin' know, I heard it on a cowboy film on the TV!" Simon
giggled. "But, I thinks you mustn't let her get a sniff of you."

Once the front door had closed behind them Simon caught the full flavour of
Art's bodily aroma, it was the most awful mix of adolescent boy with fresh
and congealing semen.

"For fucks sake don't let her smell you!" he said nudging Art in the
back. "Get up the fuckin' stairs quick and I'll talk to her in the
kitchen!"

"Hello boys, you're back then." came the cheery voice from the
kitchen. Always the kitchen.

"I'm.. uumm ... going up to change a min, mum." said Art heading at high
speed for the stairs.

"Wot's for tea then mum?" asked Simon casually sauntering into the kitchen.

"Shepherds pie." she turned from the hob and smiled. Simon usually looked
so tidy, why ever couldn't Art look like it?

"Nice." he smiled back and rubbed his cock under cover of his bag and
thought that very, very soon he would be cumming, one way or the
other. "Well I'll get changed as well then."

"Do you have any homework?"

"Some history, gotta write something about somebody."

"Oh, that sounds very interesting." she looked at him quizzically. "Anybody
in particular?"

"Yer, Edward somebody." understandably Simon wasn't focusing, having more
important things on his mind and in his hand like Art's promised blow job.

"Well, let me know if you need any help won't you?" she smiled. "I used to
be good at history."

"Yer, course."

"Oh.. I might have to pop out and get a few more potatoes for the pie
topping, I thought I had enough, maybe not. I'll let you know if I do,
won't take a minute."

"OK mum.. well, I'll uumm go change then." said Simon pushing his bag into
his hard cock as he walked off.

"Psssstt..." Art was waiting for him on the landing outside his room, still
in the same clothes.

"Wot's want?" Simon looked at him. What a wreck with one hand so deep in a
pocket he could see movement through the open fly! "No need to put yer hand
in yer pocket play with yer cock, the fuckin' fly's still open!"

"Bet you seeing me pants move turns you on!" said Art with a knowing
grin. "Now come in here."

Touche.

Simon grinned and excitedly followed Art into his room wondering what mind
boggling sexual escapade Art had come up with now. Inside it was the usual
smelly and chaotic mess with dirty clothes on the floor and the bed half
made. The crumpled pale green and blue striped pyjamas hung from the pillow
unwisely displaying the yellowing stains accumulated from several nights
and many an early morning's implosion of sperm. It was the heap of dirty
laundry in the corner that held Simon's attention. Amongst the grimy school
shirts, decaying socks, games kit and whatever else the bright, vibrant
colours of Art's bikini briefs easily stood out. The red, the blue and the
now off white with yellow stains were all there. Meaning the black ones
were the last Art had, unless he were to resort to wearing some ancient
Y-fronts again.

"Wish I had some of them coloured pants." said Simon quite truthfully,
nodding towards the heap. "Was it just the four you had?"

"Yer." Art grinned. "You're counting ain't you? I know you've got the thing
about pants as well."

"So've you. Maybe I got it from you!" Simon blushed. "So wot you gonna wear
tomorrow then, if they're all dirty?"

"Dunno." temptingly, Art pushed his hand in through the open fly, "might
have to wear one pair again I `spose."

"But they'd be all.. dirty and.."

Before he could finish Art cut in and completed the rest of the sentence,
the content which rather surprised Simon by it's total honesty.

"See Si, it gets me fuckin' horny if I'm wearing some pants that I've cum
in or something, don't you? Wot I got on now they're are great, `cause me
willy's sliding around in 'em and I can feel the cum between me legs and
all that." Art smiled enthusiastically. "D'you see wot I mean? Don't you
like it?"

"Yer, I `spose so." Simon found he couldn't quite admit it even though Art
was being perfectly honest about his own fetish.

"I just loves the feeling walking about that me pants are soaked in cum,
like it's when.." Art, was getting quite carried away, "having a wank at
night and sleeping in yer pyjamas when they're all sticky. D'you know wot I
mean?"

"Yer. I do." Simon nodded, he too was now being honest.

"Today see, I had a wank in class with Ian, he loves it as well. We sat
there with the cum in our pants and could feel it running between our
legs."

"Oh!" Simon's eyes opened wide. Food for thought, definitely!

"Have you.." Art looked round almost afraid that he was being overheard, he
looked at Simon his eyes glinting, "have you.. well, ever covered the
inside of yer pants with Vaseline and walked about.. and then wanked in it
all?"

"Wot? No." Simon was amazed. What hadn't Art tried!

"Yeah! It's great!" Art grinned, "then kept 'em on?"

Simon shook his head and simultaneously rubbed the end of his cock at the
thought of it!

"Nige, told me about it." he made a face thinking he shouldn't have said
that bit, "Don't you say nothing will you?"

"No." Simon shook his head.

"I did it a couple of weeks ago and sat down yer watching telly with you
lot after!" he giggled.

Simon's jaw dropped, getting a thrill was certainly taking on a new
meaning.

"You gotta use some old pants though," said Art sounding serious, "see,
`cause you'll never wash 'em out after."

Simon was about to ask where the old underpants came from, not knowing that
under Art's bed was whole sackful when their mothers voice interrupted
them.

"Boys, I do have to nip to the shops to get potatoes, I'll only be twenty
minutes. You'll be OK won't you?"

"Fine, mum." called out Simon, then looking at Art asked . "You still gonna
do it?"

"No!" said Art quickly. Before Simon could reply he added. " `cause I got a
better idea! I want you to fuck my ass.. will you?"

"Wot?" Simon was quite surprised. "But.."

"Please.. please, it'll be more fun and.. and I want us to do it wearing
our clothes.. well our pants." Art caught his eye and clinched it by giving
him an award winning smile.

"How, then?" Simon already had a hand in his shorts pocket. "I ain't done
this before."

Art had it all worked out.

"I'm gonna lay over the side of the bed and hump it so hope I can cum again
in me pants while you fuck me ass hard from behind."

"Simple as that?" asked Simon grinning.

"Sort of. Two things though `cause I been thinking about it," Art grinned
back and leant over the edge of the bed, "you can pull the back of me pants
down just enough to get yer cock up me bum and.."

"You keeping yer trousers on then?"

"Just like I am now, that's part of the thrill see?" Art turned round to
see Simon unzipping his shorts, there was definitely a lump in his white
briefs. "And.. I wants you to fuck me with yer shorts round yer feet and by
pulling yer pants to one side to get yer cock out. Got it?"

Smiling, Simon waddled over the shorts already around his ankles. Pulling
his briefs to one side allowed his very hard four inches to escape and
stick out in front, the piss slit looking already slightly wet.

"Art," said Simon standing behind, "it ain't gonna take much to make me cum
so don't get mad if I don't last too long!"

"Silly fucker, don't be stupid." Art pushed himself hard into the bed and
looked back, "I want you to fill my ass with cum, I don't know if I can cum
again, but today I've just felt like wanking all day, one after the
other. Dunno know why."

"Well don't make it sore, you know what I went through!" Simon winked and
moved over, he slowly pulled Art's briefs down at the back to reveal a pair
of white spotty buttocks.

"Now, is yer bum clean?"

"Dunno, I can't get me head up me ass to look! But think of the fun if you
gotta wash a bit of poo off yer willy after." Art strained to turn round
again. "Look, I'll make it easy for you, then you just fucking push it up
and fuck me good and hard!"

With that Art licked two fingers and pushed them up his bumhole.

"Cor, that's better. Now when I get's 'em out, you go in before me hole
closes!"

Obviously enjoying himself and not least because he was doing it in public,
he wiggling the fingers around for a few seconds before withdrawing them
leaving Simon staring at the sight of his open hole.

Without any warning Simon plunged the entire length of his cock straight
into the waiting hole with a satisfying groan and a gasp from Art when he
was crushed against the side of the mattress.

"Bleeding hell, I said fuck me hard not bloody flatten me!"

Despite being rather breathless Art was loving the feeling of Simon's
powerful thrusts and his prostate being mercilessly pounded. That and the
sensation of his cock rubbing inside the slimy briefs trapped between his
stomach and the mattress almost felt as though he were inside Nigel
again. Amazingly he was building up to another ejaculation.

For his part, Simon was revelling in the experience, always having been
fascinated by anal play this was a dream coming true. It was without doubt
fully fledged adolescent buggery, something though which Art seemed very
comfortable with, almost as though he had done it before!

Simon did very well to hold out for nearly a fully minute before hoarsely
declaring he was going to cum and all but forcing his balls as well as his
cock into Art. Shuddering as he pressed himself into his brother his cock
discharged it's precious load deep into Art's bowels. Feeling the hot sperm
being forced inside him with Simon's hot breath around his neck Art all but
ripped his briefs off in an effort to grab at his much abused cock and rub
it furiously. For the third time within little over an hour he ejaculated.

Simon had collapsed on top of Art, who in turn was just laying exhausted
across the bed, his cock poking obscenely out of his briefs and weeping
into the bedding.

"I'm back boys."

"Wot?" grunted Simon stirring but not opening his eyes.

Art certainly had a smell all of his own, Simon thought it was strange
feeling, lying on top of his brother with his softening cock slowly
slipping out of his bum. He had an incredible urge to hug him, something he
didn't recall ever having had so strongly before. Without moving he put his
arms around him as best he could and pulled him close, then kissed him on
the neck.

"You soppy cunt, wot's all that about!" said Art slowly, with some
difficulty he turned his head and smiled.

"Hhmm.." Simon looked him in the face, albeit sideways. "I dunno."

Art grinned as only he could, "I think it's brotherly love, little
brother!"

"Did you hear me boys?"

"Yeah, mum... be down in minute." called out Art.

"You're the best brother ever." With no warning Simon leant forward and
kissed him on the forehead, Art looked very surprised.

"I `spose you ain't too bad," he replied looking a little embarrassed,
emotional matters weren't his forte, "and you got a luvly little cock!"

Simon smiled, he knew that was as far as Art would go. Feeling very happy
he started to extricate himself from Art's tangle of shirt, trousers and
disgusting briefs.

"Be down now mum," he called out, "just changing."

With some difficulty Art stood up. Reaching down he looked at his briefs,
now totally covered in semen, he pulled them up and looked at Simon
struggling to do his shorts up.

"You wait till wot's up me bum runs back out, it's gonna feel fucking
fantastic that and all the cum in the front!" said Art excitedly.

"Wot? You gonna wear 'em now?" Simon couldn't quite believe Art was going
to continue wearing the same briefs.

"Bloody am!" Art grinned. "Hey, and you got something on the front yer
pants as well."

"Oh shit!" said Simon looking down to see some faint brown marks.

"Probably! Spots of cum as well I `spect!" Art dissolved into
laughter. "You wear 'em as well.. go on, it's a big thrill."

It was two very happy brothers who trundled down the stairs shortly
after. Beneath Simon's favourite blue shorts he wore the same white and now
stained briefs. Under Art's jeans he was of course wearing the same black
briefs, sodden with his own semen, whilst between his legs Simon's semen
was dribbling out of his bum.

"Just don't let her smell you!" said Simon trying not to giggle as they
approached the kitchen.

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Chap 63 to follow