Date: Sat, 21 May 2011 00:02:25 +0100
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Chapter 74 Brief Encounters

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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As ever at this time of year be prepared for the odd late posting due to
holidays and the like :=)

Comments welcome.

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Chapter – 74 Caught in a very, very sticky situation


Ian had arrived home incredibly aroused. Wearing another boy's trousers was
exciting in itself, but to also change on the top deck of a bus into some
underpants that had been ejaculated in twice before and to cum in them
himself was definitely in the upper reaches of a major bedtime fantasy!
Whether this was all part of a subconscious rebellion against his parents
fastidiously neat and tidy life he wasn't sure. All he knew was that
afternoon he wanted to be in as revolting a state as possible, seeing Art
revelling in having to wear his spunk soaked uniform had tipped him over
the edge. No more brilliant white, freshly ironed Wolsey X briefs for him,
he wanted underpants that were covered in pee and spunk stains, skidmarks
even.

The raunchier the better.

Having more or less run all the way from the bus stop with visions of what
he would do to himself whilst wearing Art's cum laden clothes, by the time
he reached the neat semi-detached house his heart was thumping away at
double it's normal speed. Having a hand that was shaking so much with
excitement he could barely get the key in the lock and dropped it twice
before managing to open the front door. Finally inside he threw his bag on
the floor at the bottom of the stairs and clutching the waistband of the
trousers bounded up the stairs to his bedroom.

Only there did he dare release his grip on the trousers which he had been
holding onto since ejaculating in them on the bus. Too large for him they
rapidly slid to the floor followed moments later by Art's black briefs,
which with the elastic badly stretched had fallen down around his balls
inside the trousers as he ran home. Now without the trousers for support
the briefs smeared their mixture of piss and cum down the inside of his
legs as they fell to join the trousers. Reunited with the trousers around
Ian's ankles and almost turned inside out, there was no hiding the
disgusting state of Art's underwear. Leering up, looking as though they had
suffered the ravages of several days wear by an unwashed teenage boy, the
dark cotton was plastered with fresh and congealed semen. Compared to his
own meagre thrice daily masturbation regime it occurred to Ian that Art
must be cumming several times a day, otherwise it seemed impossible to
reconcile such copious amounts of spunk.

The ubiquitous Timex watch showed there was probably at least half an hour
before his mother was due back from her part time job, time indeed for that
other much needed wank he had promised himself. Still sticky with cum it
took several seconds to pull the briefs up only to find the stretched
elastic was incapable of holding them up, ingenuity led to hooking the
waistband over the end of his twitching cock.

Dealing with Art's trousers was next on the agenda, but before doing
anything else there was a mystery to solve. Managing to keep the briefs
balanced on the end of his cock he stepped out of the trousers, scooped
them up and walked sniffing them towards the bathroom. The mystery
naturally involved a close inspection of the inside of the trousers to see
whether inside they were as cumstained he had so often imagined them to
be. Of course, that answer was never going to be a disappointment as the
inside of the fly encrusted with dried semen quickly confirmed with the
deposits were concentrated to the bottom left where Art's sticky cockhead
usually nestled. A sharp intake of breath heralded the discovery a hole in
the white pocket lining, now positively yellow through which Art's grubby
fingers invariably poked and prodded his cock throughout the school day.

The next few moves had been planned as he had run back from the bus. First
to tell his mother he had spilt something over himself in the chemistry
lesson and had put the trousers in the bathroom basin to soak, then to wear
his spare pair the next day. Not being particularly domesticated the best
he could do was to add a splash of hair shampoo to the water in the basin
in the vain hope it would help remove some of the more obvious stains!

Tightly holding his cock through the briefs he walked slowly back to the
bedroom glancing at his watch as he did so, there were now about twenty
five minutes left giving plenty of time for all he had planned. Stopping at
the foot of bed he unhooked the waistband allowing the briefs to slide to
the floor, carefully stepping out of them and drawing them across the end
of his rigid cock he brought them up to the light and began examining the
inside. The pouch already saturated with two loads of Art's cum and one of
his own was still very wet, just as he hoped it would be. Grinning to
himself he put the next part of the plan into operation and began by
putting the briefs back on, but back to front so that the most slimy area
was going to end up under his bumhole. Initially it felt rather strange to
wear them that way round, but the feeling soon disappeared once he began to
vigorously work a finger under the double thickness of the pouch. In his
mind the next part of the plan was to bunch up some of the cummy cotton and
force it into his bumhole whilst imagining it was Art's ever invasive
cock. That was a repeat of something he had done one evening after going to
bed with his own Wolsey briefs, although the morning after he found the
stains a little embarrassing to wash out whereas Art's black briefs posed
no such problem!

With one hand between his legs and thoroughly enjoying the sensations
progress slowed a little as he looked down at the single bed placed
parallel to the wall. It wasn't a modern divan with just a headboard, it
had both a headboard and crucially a footboard which stood some ten inches
above the mattress. Both head and footboards were about an inch thick,
gently radiused from one side of the bed to the other and finished with a
rounded mould on the top edge. The next part of the plan and was as yet
untried, it's success depended upon the nub of soggy cotton being firmly
rammed up his hole and staying there. Having ensured that it felt as though
it wouldn't fall out he slowly climbed onto the foot of the bed to very
carefully sit astride the footboard.

With legs either side of the footboard and facing the wall with arms
outstretched he was able to easily push himself up and down the footboard
whilst his full weight forced the bunched up material ever further into his
bumhole. Needless to say, under his weight the slimy mix of cum and urine
absorbed in the material began to ooze from around his hole as he propelled
himself back and forth across the edge of the footboard.

After the initial exhilaration he began to worry that forcing the cloth
into him was going to split his bumhole. However, painful as those
sensations were after a couple of minutes the pain appeared to be slowly
overtaken by an equally intense pleasure enhanced by the movement of his
balls being forced along the edge of the slippery footboard.

Even though he had cum barely half an hour before he was now so excited he
felt a desperate need cum again. Finding that with only one arm he was
still able to move himself sufficiently to maintain the feeling he rammed
his free hand down the front of the briefs. Body heat had ensured that once
inside the feel of the soggy cotton impregnated with sweat, precum, spunk
and urine would be a truly memorable experience and certainly one to
remember. Once his fingers were coated with Art's cum he began running them
repeatedly through his matted pubic hairs before finally trying, but
failing to force them underneath to relieve the pressure on his bottom.

A combination of masturbation and sliding around on the footboard ensured
that it wasn't going to be very long before he ejaculated again. The only
problem seemed to be that with the briefs being trapped under him the
material had become quite taut and leaving very little hand room to indulge
in any very frantic masturbation.

At that point any process involving lateral thought wasn't even on the
agenda leaving him with one thought, how could he enhance the climax that
was fast approaching. He reasoned if he were to stand up and pull the
briefs from his hole at the very moment of ejaculation then he really would
experience the stupendous orgasm he had been so desperately wanting. Still
managing to slide about and retain the anal stimulation, his free hand was
already down the front of the briefs pawing in a frenzy of excitement at
his sore and leaking cock.

The climax which had been steadily building for past few minutes was
finally upon him. Spunk felt as though it were boiling deep in his balls
and he sensed it would soon be spewing out from the much abused purple
head. Timing was everything, firmly gripping his cock as the orgasm took
hold he managed to take his weight with one leg on the floor whilst his
other, the knee bent rested on the bed. The first squirt of cum shot out
just as he raised his body off the footboard allowing his other hand to
claw at the briefs wedged between his legs.

Wincing as the knot of material was wrenched his reluctant sphincter the
briefs fell from his buttocks leaving his cock jerking wildly in the
air. There was no stopping now. Trembling and only just supported by the
one leg under the power of the orgasm he swayed and lost his balance. The
only was way was down and he found himself sitting heavily on the rounded
edge of the slippery footboard to forceably spread his bare sphincter even
further. With eyes watering and fearing he had hurt himself he clutched at
his balls whilst his body violently shook as the seemingly endless string
of spunk erupted to cling to his legs, bed and carpet.

"Ian, I managed to get that book you wanted."

The voice got louder as it came up the stairs.

Somewhat glazed he stared at his watch. This couldn't be right. It must be
his imagination. His mother should still be at work she was never, ever
early. Besides hadn't he had just checked and seen there were still twenty
five minutes, plenty of time. Even with the sound of footsteps rapidly
approaching he still didn't believe it, his immediate reaction being to
look at his watch again and prove it to himself. He looked at his watch. He
still had twenty five minutes! Fucking Timex!

"What are you doing love?"

Since the bedroom door was already open she came straight in the room.

There was pause. A very long pause indeed. To Ian who complexion went from
white to pink and through to puce it seemed like hours. Motionless on the
bed it was obvious he had been literally caught with his trousers down. The
only movement was from his rapidly shrinking cock and the long string of
cum hanging from his piss slit which swung like a pendulum ever closer to
the bedspread.

"You're not... you are! Oh my god!" the door slammed behind her.



"Art please slow down."

Simon grabbed hold of the top his shorts for what seemed like the hundredth
time and irritably pulled them back up. "Why d'you have to break the
fuckin' clasp?"

"Mine ain't staying up either," Art looked behind and grinned, "they won't
do up round me waist."

"No, `cause yer too fuckin' fat!" said Simon stopping to make yet a further
adjustment.

Art spun round and made as though he was going to go back, Simon stuck his
tongue out.

"And you can't run and get me `cause they'll fall down!"

"Then you'll see Ian's pants, that's wot you really wants innit?" Art
grinned mischievously.

"Yer, all right I do." Simon looked back at Art, who as ever was holding
his bag in front again, it being a sure sign he had an erection. "You got a
hard on?"

"Wouldn't you, if you was wearing some other kids pants?" Art lowered the
bag to the pavement and turned to reveal the ill fitting trousers fairly
bursting at the seams.

"Cor, bleeding hell, you really have!" Simon took a deep breath. The zip
was only three quarters the way up and the white of the briefs easily seen
behind the partly unbuttoned shirt.

Moving closer to face the brick garden wall so he couldn't be see from the
road Art then beckoned with his finger. "Yer, you seen this?"

"Wot?" asked Simon excitedly moving closer.

"Look."

Art opened his blazer and tugged the grimy shirt tail out from the
waistband. With the fly unable to be fastened properly the white elastic if
Ian's briefs was easily visible above the top of the trousers, Wolsey X it
proclaimed in dark blue lettering.

"They ain't all covered in cum like your's is they!" Simon put a hand out
and touched the elastic. he looked up. "Can I.. can I try 'em on later?"

"Wot, before or after I've cum in 'em?" Art giggled. "I wanna see you in
'em, mind!"

"Don't mind." Simon pursed his lips and wriggled his fingers further into
his pocket.

"There's one condition."

"Oh, wot?" his face fell.

The idea of wearing Ian's briefs was rapidly turning him on. This wasn't
like wearing anything belonging to his own circle of friends, these were
owned by a boy with a cock at least as big as Art's who probably wanked as
much as well. Short of breaking into Ian's bedroom this sort of thing was a
once in lifetime opportunity. A chance to get an insight into a bigger boys
world and even with the brotherly connection it was strangely detached from
anything similar Art might do.

"When we get's home you gotta go in first and keep mum occupied while I
nips upstairs to change outta these trousers."

"That all?" replied Simon sounding a little surprised, having imagined
doing all manner of risky things.

"Yer, easy innit."

"Art, d'you think this boy Ian has been wanking in these then?"

Simon was so excited his voice was almost down to a whisper. This was the
biggest opportunity yet to really advance his growing fetish for underwear
and to ascertain if older boys were as fascinated by it as he knew Art most
certainly was. Or, was it merely something that only Art found a turn on.

"Well I do," Art smiled, "and you do now, don't you? So I `spect he does as
well."

"But, but... d'you think he's done in it `em then?"

"Him and a few others!" Art grinned. "I ain't the only one who does it
y'know."

Simon's eyes were wide open in wonder at the possibility of now handling
Ian's Wolsey briefs and maybe even finding some of his spunk stains. So,
did Art's last comment really mean there were other older boys who were
also keen to look at each others underpants for cum stains and maybe even
wank in them? Just wait till he could tell Tam and all the rest of them.

Having just seen the expression on Simon's face Art looked away and
blinked. For some reason for all Simon's bravado and wise cracks it had
only just dawned on Art how very innocent and naive he still was. Art
rubbed his hand across eyes and bent down to pick up his bag not wanting to
be seen to showing any emotion.

"D'you mean... I mean, d'you mean that.." Simon stopped, then quickly asked
the question that had been nagging him for ages, "that, that.. yer
classmates look at each other pants for, for cum stains and... and..."

"Yeah. Just like you and yer dirty little mates do don't they?" Art
blinked. "Bet you lot look for skids as well!"

Simon looked very embarrassed and turned pink. Nevertheless he had to
continue.  "So, who's room we gonna go in to.. to.. you know.. to look at
Ian's.."

"The way yer going, it'll be too fuckin' late! You'll have done it in yer
shorts long before we even get's home!" Art pointed to activity in Simon's
pocket.

"Oh." he said turning a slightly more delicate shade of rose pink.

"Come on kid, let's go." Art's voice sounded as though it might
crack. Putting an arm around Simon he propelled him down the
pavement. "Sooner we get home, the sooner we can have a look!"

"Cor, I wonder if he has." replied Simon rather wistfully looking up into
Art's face.

"Oh don't." said Art quietly.

"Don't wot?"

"Nothing." Art blinked again.

"We'd better do it quick before dad comes home."

Simon was determined not to let the subject drop. Pushing as close as he
could to Art he felt very secure now being literally under his brothers
wing.

"Yeah, but where without mum?" mused Art.

Nothing much else was said until they rounded the corner of their street.

"Yer, I been thinking." Art released his grip and they naturally drifted
apart. "Don't forget you gotta keep her talking while I nips upstairs to
get out of these trousers."

"Said I would didn't I?"

"Yer, I know but I was gonna say, when I change I'll take Ian's pants off
and you can have 'em for a bit!"

Slowing to a stop, Simon turned and asked. "Wot's mean, that I can have 'em
for a bit?"

"I `spect you'll want to look at 'em won't you?" Art winked. "Maybe even
put 'em on! Sniff 'em? Lick 'em? You know!"

If the price he had to pay was a little brotherly ribbing for the chance to
have Ian's underpants all to himself it was worth it. Simon grinned, albeit
still slightly pink.

"Then, wouldn't it be a laugh if you came in my room and I wanked you off
in 'em up the leg of yer shorts!"

"We got about hour before dad's home." replied Simon slowly as he
visualised the act.

"So kid, then if I put 'em on straight after you," Art grinned, "I reckon
you'd just about have time to get me off using the cum you just put in 'em
on me willy!"

"Yeah!" said Simon excitedly. "Wot with you wearing them jeans that's got
the big hole in the pocket?"

"Right." Art started to walk again, then stopped. "But, how d'you know them
jeans has got an hole in the fuckin' pocket anyway?"



Martin distributed the best part of a bottle of the dark red Tizer over
Nigel's trousers and they were both still laughing when Nigel started on
his rather sticky journey home. Turning and waving just before he before
turning the corner he soon disappeared out of sight leaving Martin, still
sporting an erection to return to his bedroom and tidy up before his mother
returned from work.

Without the bedclothes being pulled back Nigel's large cum stain was still
very much in evidence, which in the afternoon sunlight seemed to have
almost gained a refective quality. Delighted with his earlier sexual
performance Martin sat on the edge of the bed recalling the fantastic
sensation on first entering Nigel's tight hole. That he had managed to cum
inside him and not prematurely had been one of his worries, if this was
what being gay was all about then he was going to be gay!

Running a finger across the sheet quickly accumulated some of the cold
spunk which in turn gave him an idea. Standing, he dropped his trousers to
expose his now rather tired looking briefs and saw, yet again his hard cock
had escaped from the slack elastic at the side. As he now realised, with
all the excitement it must have taken on a mind of it's own and showed no
sign of going down despite aching sensation nor the head feeling tender.

Kicking off both shoes, followed by the trousers he turned, looked down and
took aim before sitting squarely in the middle of the patch of cold
spunk. It didn't take more than a couple of seconds before it had soaked
right through the thin cotton of the Y-fronts to make them begin to cling
his white buttocks. Discovering he could easily slide his bottom around on
slimy sheet with his cock pocking out temptingly from the side it was
obvious what he had to do, to start masturbating for the third time in well
under two hours. Rubbing his hand across the sheet collected enough of the
cum to get him started and spitting into the palm of his hand to mix his
saliva with Nigel's cum provided the rest of the lubricant.

To say the lubricant was definitely required wasn't an exaggeration, trying
for a third major orgasm was going to entail a lot of effort. Sadly though,
even after sliding around on the bed and masturbating energetically for
well over five minutes failed to get his aching cock any closer to a
climax. Changing hands didn't really help either, so eventually he had to
rest his right arm after feeling he was in danger of getting cramp! The
makeshift lubricant was more or less doing it's job and amazingly his cock
wasn't feeling particularly sore even though it felt so hard it might never
go down!

Gently stroking and staring at the reddened head he looked up questioning
if he should abandon trying for the hat trick altogether. It was then he
espied the maroon blazer lying on the floor where he had thrown it in his
excitement to get his hands on Nigel. It was brainwave time!

First he had to get to the blazer and found his briefs had to be almost
peeled from the bed where they had clung, now shapeless around his
bottom. Moments later he was back on the bed, smiling to himself and
holding the cylindrical wooden toy which had slipped from his bum in class
only an hour or so before. So taken with his idea, he rolled onto his back
putting both legs in the air and on an impulse decided to do something he
never thought he would ever have done. The toy obviously needed some
lubricant and what better way than to put it in his mouth! A strange taste
indeed but certainly not as gross as he imagined it might have been,
running his tongue over it and thinking where it had been only excited him
further. Wet and slippery, it didn't take more than a few seconds to pull
the sagging briefs to one side insert it once again into his eager young
hole. Then, it was a case of spitting on the sheet to rejuvenate the drying
spunk and back to sliding around dreaming that it was Art's cock up his bum
whilst he masturbated like fury.

After several minutes, three false climaxes and an incredible amount of
effort Martin finally managed to cum. Soaked with sweat, both looking and
feeling as though he run a double marathon the few tiny squirts of watery
cum seemed very little to show for all the effort, but he had cum for the
third time. Breathing heavily, completely exhausted both mentally and
physically he fell back on the bed with the events of the afternoon
flashing before him. Still hard his aching cock showed no signs of going
down and pointed lewdly from the side of his briefs with the foreskin
retracted exposing the rather sore head and seeping piss slit.

It was gone five o'clock when Martin awoke.

Shocked he had been asleep for so long, he sat bolt upright his heart
racing. Looking groggily around he tried to decide if he was right and that
it had been the sounds coming the kitchen that had woken him. Panic was
beginning to set in. Did that mean his mother been upstairs and seen him
asleep? Panic wasn't just beginning, it had definitely set in. The next
step was a big one and one he didn't want to take, but he had to see what
state he was in. Warily looking from the corner of his eye he was appalled
to see the dreadful mess his clothes and bedding were in. Worse than he had
thought, cum stains were over everything. The spectacle only surpassed by
the sight of his cock which continued to proudly poke out the side of his
briefs.

Initially he had to get some clothes on and then decide how to make an
entrance. It appeared that everything he had on from socks to school tie
had been somehow plastered with a mix of both his and Nigel's spunk. The
seat of the briefs caked with congealing spunk absorbed from the bed felt
as though they were now attached to his bottom. The pouch had stuck to him
so his pubic hairs felt they were literally being pulled out one at a time
with every move he made. Delicately shuffling himself off the bed he stood
up and surveyed the entire scene. His uniform apart it was still an utter
disaster. The slippery bum skating episode, so much fun at the time had all
but decimated the white sheets which had only been changed at the
weekend. Covered in streaks of cum with bottom sheet now firmly adhered to
the mattress he looked and sighed, how those stains would ever be removed
was beyond him.

Making an appearance downstairs seemed had to be the priority, although
quite what he was going to say to his mother he had no idea. The school
trousers looked almost as bad as the rest of the uniform with stains
clearly showing on the front from where he had cum earlier in class. The
quick option was to find his jeans, although jeans of British manufacture
at that time were generally badly cut and made of stiff denim, rather like
wearing something made of corrugated cardboard! Taking the jeans from the
back of the chair by the small desk he battled to stuff his unruly and
aching cock back inside his briefs. A testament to Lyle and Scott that
after the amount of pulling and stretching the Y-fronts had been subjected
to that afternoon it was a miracle that the elastic still had sufficient
power to hold them up!

Pulling the unyielding denim up reminded him how badly they cut into his
crack, although that had the advantage of preventing his tired underpants
falling down. Carefully zipping the fly up and only bending over to pick up
a blue striped polo shirt his rampant cock decided to escape yet again and
felt poised to rub itself raw on a particularly rough seam. If didn't want
to be restrained in his underpants there wasn't much he could do about it
so braving the chaffing on the seam he took a deep breath and looked at the
open door and the stairs beyond. Obviously he had to go down and face his
mother, although what he was actually going to say he couldn't decide,
whatever was going to be said was going to be awkward at best. Pulling the
bedclothes back to hide the worst of his excesses he started to walk very,
very awkwardly towards the stairs hoping she hadn't looked too closely at
the state he was in.

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Chap 75 to follow