Date: Fri, 02 Sep 2011 23:09:25 +0100
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief Encounters  Chap 79

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 keep checking in for updates, I should be back to
regularfortnightly posting for a bit now that the holiday season is nearly
over.



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Chapter 79 – Room with a view


Feeling very awkward and not wishing to attract attention, Art quietly slid
his chair back and stood up looking carefully around to see who was
watching. Or to be more precise, who wasn't watching! Everybody loved to
see an erection and just about any boy of that age having to suddenly stand
in the middle of a lesson would invariably oblige. Under no circumstances
could Art ever be considered as an exception to that rule, so that even
when doing his best to conceal the burgeoning lump in the partly fastened
trousers he still failed miserably! Walking in a very curious fashion with
legs pressed together in an attempt to keep the trousers up and hands in
front he moved across the aisle between the desks towards the window.
Unsurprisingly, in a classroom full of fifteen year old boys there weren't
that many who didn't have some form of erection anyway and it took very
little to see that Art was not unusually trying to hide something. Whilst
nothing was said the winks and gestures he received walking across the room
spoke for themselves so by the time he reached Richard well over half the
class were quietly giggling.

"Wot we gotta do then?" he whispered to Richard, turning to face the window
and thus hoping to avoid drawing further attention to himself.

"Open the fuckin' window I `spose!" replied Richard grinning, his eyes were
already focused on the bulge, then he noticed the trousers were unfastened
at the waist and stated the blindingly obvious.

"Fuckin' hell look at that.. hey, you got yer trousers undone."

Having previously been rather intimately involved with Art and Nigel in the
boys toilet, that very life changing experience had dispelled most of
Richard's previous inhibitions and left him quite unafraid to ask
questions.

"Shut up! Oh shit, they've slipped again!" Art looked down and tried to
pull the trousers back up to cover the growing expanse of semen stained
cotton below. "Wot we do then? Stand either side and push it up?"

"I `spose." Richard grinned. "I'm hard, could I push it up you, if you
wanted?"

Richard couldn't give a stuff about the window. Having been very actively
playing with his enormous foreskin under the desk, the sight of Art about
to thrust his underpants through the half open fly by sheer penis power was
too much to contemplate!

"Fuck off!" hissed Art, frantic to get back to the safety of his own desk,
"Now come on and stand the other fuckin' side."

"You will be careful won't you boys."

Miss Jameson glanced over to see what was going on. That in turn alerted
the entire class, so if they hadn't already noticed it was the cue for all
eyes to look towards the windows and the backs of Art and Richard. Those
sitting close and more attuned to matters of a sexual nature took note of
the outline of Richard's briefs through his grey trousers as he positioned
himself to push the window.

"On a count of three then." said Richard sounding quite excited, for once
he was the centre of attention.

"Yer, right" Art nodded and very, very carefully stretched his arms above
him ready to push on the top rail of the window.

"One... two... three! Push!"

"Uuuhhhhhhh!"

"Ain't moved, it's too stiff innit?" said Art taking a deep breath.
Dropping his arms he reached down to hook the trousers back up which had
sagged sufficiently to expose the waistband of the Wolsey briefs below the
crumpled shirt tail, a detail carefully observed by James.

However, the window wasn't as stiff as Eric. Mesmerised by Miss James's
firm breasts he had been smearing dribbles of precum over the inside of his
trousers for the last ten minutes.

"Nice, pretty Wolsey pants!" whispered James who was sat closest to Art,
then he started to giggle. "You gonna pull 'em down for us?"

"You fuckin' shut up or I'll pull your fuckin' pants down as well!" said
Art under his breath quickly turning round.

"If you wants!" replied James before burying his head in hands to muffle
his laughter. "Wot's all them stains then?"

"Boys, it doesn't look as if it's going open." said Miss Jameson, her prime
concern being not to waste valuable lesson time. "Leave it, I'll get the
caretaker to attend to it later on."

"Oh fuck you!" said Art to himself having glanced down and seen the large
stain visible through the partly unfastened trousers. He pulled them up yet
again and prayed they would just stay up.

"No Miss, we'll just have one more go." replied Richard enthusiastically
before Art could object, he reached up to the top window rail again.
Reluctantly Art followed his actions, despite having flashes of a dreadful
premonition that it was all going to end in tears. His tears. He just knew
it.

"Right, one.. two.. three... push!"

Richard got his order in before Miss Jameson could interrupt and cancel
their action.

With a dreadful squeaking noise the bottom pane of the window started to
move and was forced up by several inches, leaving the boys standing almost
on tiptoe with their arms outstretched high above them as far as they could
possibly reach.

"That's better." Richard felt the breeze coming through. During the stretch
he had pulled his school shirt from his trousers leaving a gap now filled
by his podgy white stomach and the top two inches of a pair of the
ubiquitous, if not voluminous high cut Y-fronts.

"Oh, Y-fronts! How unusual!" added James, feeling himself through his
pocket and beginning to giggle uncontrollably.

Art too felt the breeze. It blew freely between his white legs, was
deliciously cool on the head of his hot, sticky shaft and wafted through
the briefs and trousers which now clung precariously below his knees.

The few moments silence that had followed the screeching of the window were
soon shattered as the entire class saw what had happened and erupted in
laughter. Those sat close enough to see the detail rolled about with
laughter and pointed at Art's spotty buttocks adorned with pimples similar
to those on his face.

It was a pure reflex reaction that made him spin round to face the class
and thus inadvertently display his ever throbbing boyhood to the entire
room. Bouncing as he moved, it sprouted red and angry from the mass of cum
soaked pubic hairs, the bulbous head glistening in the sunlight.

"Oh my god!" muttered Miss Jameson to herself. Married and having taught
for a few years she was very well aware that boys developed physical urges
which they were unable to properly control. However, this particular sight
was unprecedented!

Heart racing, Art was frantic. Bright red in the face, he scrabbled to pull
up his briefs and trousers only to find it was his own erection that was
hampering matters. Much to Nigel's consternation it was obvious that Art's
distress was rapidly increasing as were the roars of laughter which Miss
Jameson was having trouble in getting under control.

As if to complete Art's utter embarrassment, acting as an supreme
advertisement for his prolific masturbationary achievements there were
Ian's briefs. Embellished with splodges of dried semen and having been
thoroughly mauled by eager young hands for nearly two days they were
stretched, shapeless and altogether pretty disgusting. There could be no
mistaking what he had been doing in them, unfortunately it wasn't just
their ripe appearance which so amused the class, but the contents. For
every time Art managed to force his unruly cock into them, it instantly
sprang out of the failed elastic when he went to pull the trousers up. With
the laughter increasing it couldn't have been written better for a comedy
show. Hopelessly overwhelmed by both noise and predicament, he looked first
at Miss Jameson who was still battling to control the class and then
towards Nigel.

They made eye contact. Nigel sensing the anguish which the hapless Art was
going through got up from the desk and walked over to the window. Standing
in front of him, indicating that he should turn round so the class couldn't
see what was happening. Nigel was really appalled to see the look on Art's
face, he looked close to breaking. Even if he had to be partially dressed
by his best friend in front of the class Art reasoned that it couldn't
possibly make matters worse than they already were.

"Get hold of yer cock and keep it in your pants," said Nigel firmly. To be
heard over the noise from the class he leant over to speak in his ear,
"just hold it in and I'll get yer fucking trousers up!"

A few moments later and the deed was done for which the surprised Nigel
received a round of applause. Even Miss Jameson nodded her appreciation and
walked over.

"Please, get him to the toilet and wash his face with cold water, tidy him
up." she said. "Look, don't come back till the lesson's finished and
they've all gone."

With that Nigel shepherded the distraught Art across the room and down the
corridor to the nearest boys toilet. Once they had left, order was soon
restored. Despite several outbreaks of sniggering and much muffled giggling
the most bizarre mathematics lesson of Miss Jameson's teaching career drew
to an end. Now she had to address Art, but what to say?


Brian was bored looking at the weights and springs which Alex had dutifully
assembled, there were far more important things on his mind than playing
with springs. First and foremost there was the vexed question of the
wanking machine. Of which, the most vexing question though was how who he
get to use it? Wishing he'd got up earlier and hadn't missed the morning's
ritual wank he stared towards the mystery box in the corner wondering if
the inviting hole really was round the back. Deep in naughty thoughts about
just how and when he was going to get his cock in it, a fly decided to land
on his bare leg and absent mindedly he put a hand down to brush away, but a
second later it was back. Irritated he flicked his hand a second and then a
third time only for it to disappear and then much to his amazement, to
appear to fly up the leg of his shorts!

Down at floor level, hidden behind the front of the desk and the legs of
those standing behind it Simon was all but choking with laughter. His left
hand was partly up the right leg of Brian's shorts and his right poised
above the bulge which was rapidly moving on account of Brian's hand in the
pocket.

Finally, Brian looked down to exactly what it was that was so annoying him
and nearly jumped out of his skin to see Simon sat there under the desk
grinning wildly. Recoiling in surprise, it was only with great will power
that he remembered where he was and refrained from uttering a few choice
expletives. Alex, noting Brian's shocked movements looked over and had to
put his hand in front his mouth to contain the laughter when he saw Simon
under the desk.

"Sshhh.. keep quiet." whispered Simon, he drew Brian closed by pulling on
the hem of his shorts.

"Wot, wot you gonna do?" asked Brian in nervous anticipation. His erection
having gone from hard to positively rigid and twanging to attention within
his shorts.

"Dunno." Simon put a hand down the front of his shorts to adjust his own
erection. Looking at front of the Brian's shorts only a few inches in front
of his face, he had an idea. "Wot about this? First you gotta get yer hand
out yer pocket and leave yer cock alone!"

Simon could be very inventive when aroused and Alex watched to see what was
going to happen, also now one hand in his pocket. They were both surprised
when Simon didn't head for the shorts, instead both his hands encircled the
top of one of Brian's long grey socks and started to very slowly pull it
down to his ankle. It didn't sound much, but the sensation it gave to Brian
of being helpless and so slowly undressed in class had the desired effect.
By the time both socks were down he had started a small wet spot inside his
briefs.

"Go on, get it out!" whispered Tom who had now been alerted by Alex as to
what was going on.

Simon was determined to make the most of his opportunity with such a
willing victim. One hand gently stroked the front of the shorts causing
Brian to try to press his legs together in excitement, that though was soon
stopped as Simon forced his hand between and very slowly began to trace
it's way up the inside of his legs.

Tom and Alex watched enthralled, each kneading their own erection as
Simon's hand disappeared inside the leg of the shorts, at which point Simon
reached up and tugged determinedly at the zip.

"Fuck! Stop... stop!" hissed Brian. With a growing, if small wet on his
briefs he knew he was approaching a climax, Simon certainly had the magic
touch. Chinese water torture had nothing on this.

A barely audible ping heralded the undoing of the clasp and the two halves
of the fly slowly parted to reveal the brilliant white of some very new
underpants.

Alex gasped and stared, would Simon be able to repeat this performance on
both Tom and himself?

"No.. no... please.. not here!" Brian looked at Simon then around the room
in despair, Mr Jefferson was still talking at the front bench.

Now it was Tom's turn to gasp, Simon's hand looked almost like glove
puppet! Brian's shorts had fallen and were hanging around Simon's arm
whilst his left arm poked through between Brian's legs and wriggled to try
get past the tight elastic of the new briefs. The was only one fitting task
left for Simon's right hand, the fingers groped around and through the fly
of the briefs to extricate Brian's rigid member, the shiny red wet tip
glinted in the sunlight.

Alex had an idea of his own and turned behind Brian. Brian knowing he
couldn't cope with a rear assault as well looked in horror when he felt the
waistband of his underpants being pulled away from his body. Alex peered
inside and looked at the white buttocks, then knowledgeably read the label.

"St Michael." he whispered to Tom, letting the elastic twang back, Brian
breathed a huge sigh of relief that a few hot little digits weren't going
to invade after all.

"M and S." nodded Tom sagely as they repaired to watching Simon's bravura
performance.

"Now boys, how are you doing?"

Their trance was broken, slowly looking up they saw Mr Jefferson peering at
the various springs and weights laid out on the bench that separated them.

Tom looked at Alex and Alex looked at Brian. Nobody dared to look down at
Simon, which was just as well since he had just taken the entire length of
Brian's in his mouth. Brian looked as though he was going to pass out,
something hot and wet had just devoured his penis!

"So, it looks as though you understand it then?" said Mr
Jefferson. "Despite all that talking earlier on?"

"Sorry Sir." muttered Alex, he looked at Brian hoping for some moral
support. "Do you want to see the results?"

Brian grinned inanely and nodded. There was very little he could do
otherwise, short of moaning in ecstasy. Simon had his hand inside the
briefs reaching between his legs to get to Brian's bumhole, whilst his
tongue busied itself by licking all that was stuffed in his mouth.

"No. Just do the graphs as homework." he looked at Brian, somehow he didn't
look quite right. Flushed.

"Want to see our results Sir?" asked Tom quick to distract from Brian's
predicament.

"Oh, who did you do it with?" Mr Jefferson moved a couple of paces
nearer. "Where's you're partner?"

"Simon," replied Tom doing his best to appear slightly lost, "he's here
somewhere.. maybe he's helping somebody else."

Brian was almost on the point of ejaculating, absolutely panic stricken at
the very thought of being caught he glanced at Mr Jefferson to see if he
had noticed, but apparently not. Having clamped his legs together in an
attempt to put off the inevitable invasion he now had Simon's hand trapped
with a finger partly inserted in his bum.

Simon however, had decided that while he could cope with a washable anal
finger, he didn't particularly want a mouthful of Brian's hot cum, well at
that precise time anyway! Sensing Brian's climax was rapidly approaching he
pulled his head back and with a gentle plop a slimy four inches
appeared. In one deft movement Simon stuffed it back inside the briefs and
watched as moments later Brian's hips began giving involuntary
jerks. Finally, Simon now extremely aroused himself just couldn't resist
grabbing the front of the briefs and rubbing the cum lubricated cotton up
and down Brian's shaft.

Mr Jefferson had moved to the end of the bench and was more or less out of
sight when a very dusty Simon emerged to stand up by Tom.

"Look at him." Tom grinned and looked at Brian who was barely standing,
clinging onto the edge of the bench with his shorts around his knees. "Will
you do it to me and Alex?"

"Gotta wait a bit," Simon looked around and quickly pulled the top of his
shorts away from him stomach, "see I just cum in me pants!"

Tom didn't bother to look, instead he stuffed a hand down the gap. Warm and
slimy he withdrew it and licked his fingers.



"Weldon. Oh look, I can't keep calling you Weldon, what's your first name?"

"Arthur." mumbled Art looking at the floor thinking he could never, ever
look her in the face again.

"We all calls him Art, he hates Arthur, Miss." said quietly Nigel.

"Well then, Art," Miss Jameson looked him, "what are we going do?"

"He's sorry Miss." added Nige. "Honest."

"I'm sure he is, but let him talk." she almost smiled. "Art look at me,
please."

Slowly he raised his face, very tear stained and red with
embarrassment. "Miss?"

"I think we all know what happened, but I don't know how or what it was
that led up to you being in that dreadful state. Just look at yourself."
she sighed. His uniform was unquestionably an ill fitting mess of the first
order, "Now I honestly can't believe that your mother sends you to school
looking like that. So what is this all about?"

"She don't. She don't!" replied Art quickly. He swallowed hard and visibly
stiffened praying his mother was not going to told. "Oh no, no! You ain't
gonna tell her? She... she'll.. please.. no.."

The implication was obvious and he was again on the verge of bursting into
tears at the very thought of it.

"OK, well if not, then you're going to have to be honest about what
happened and why you look like you do." she looked at him and then over to
Nigel, " Now, I've decided that really under the circumstances this matter
would be best dealt with by a male teacher, don't you agree?"

"Definitely." said Nigel catching her eye.

"Do you know how lucky you are to have somebody like Nigel to stand by
you?"

"Yer." Art croaked not daring to look at him either in case his resolve
finally broke and he started crying again. "Not.. but who Miss?
Not.. no.. him!"

"Not who?" she asked and paused. "Oh, you mean which teacher? I do know it
should be someone who won't just tell you off, we need someone who could
possibly be able to relate and understand your actions."

"Not, not that Mr.. Patton.." his voice was already cracking. "Oh no,
no.. please Miss."

"No, oh no. I think we need somebody a little more in tune with your
age. Maybe, Mr Weaver, he's very good at things like this." a smile briefly
flashed across her face, "Now off you go or you'll miss what's left of the
lunch break."

By the time Art and Nigel arrived in the dining hall it seemed as though
most of the school had already been given an embellished account of what
had happened. The only good thing about it was that in the telling Art's
much abused five inches had miraculously grown to nearly eight and he now
had a foreskin to match!

Whistles, catcalls and varying degrees of lewd gestures greeted their
appearance which immediately had the effect of making Art feel even more
embarrassed than ever. Doing his best to ignore the comments and constantly
checking that the three buttons on his blazer were securely fastened, red
faced he led Nigel to where Ian, Martin and Richard were sitting.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.." Richard was the first to speak and
obviously feeling very guilty about his part in Art's downfall.

"It's all right," Art interrupted, "it ain't your fault. I knew I was
fucked the minute she called me name."

"At least it wasn't that old bastard Patton." said Nigel with a
considerable amount of feeling. "Bastard."

"Is it right you turned round and whole class saw yer hard cock?" finally
asked Martin, now unable to contain himself any longer.

Art almost smiled at the thought of such notoriety, he couldn't deny
it. "Yer, with me trousers round me fuckin' knees and me cock sticking out
of Ian's fuckin' pants!"

"Shit! My pants?" asked Ian.

"Miss had a good eyeful!" this time Art did manage a smile.

"Shit!"

"So wot happens now then? Is that it? They doing anything else?" asked Ian,
"I mean, you still got me clothes on and they don't fit do they?"

"Right. That's the fuckin' problem innit?" Art sighed. "I was a stupid,
stupid cunt to wear 'em today wasn't I?"

"Well.." Nigel smiled and got a slap on the leg for his trouble.

"Yeah, I fuckin' know." said Art.

"Apparently Mr Weaver's gonna talk to us." said Nigel. "I ain't had him
before."

"Oh, he's nice," said Richard, "I had him in the second year for
geography."

"Oh yer, now you mentions it I think I did as well." said Art scratching
his head. "Yer, he's all right. He was."

"Oh shit," said Martin looking over to the doorway, "well yer about to find
out `cause I reckon he's looking for you!"

"Oh fuck. No." Art's heart sank. He looked away and closed his eyes
repeating to himself. "I can handle it, I can handle it! Don't want him to
tell me mum!"

"He is, he's looking, he's asking if you've been seen." said Ian. "Come on
mate, you'll be alright. At least he's human and he's young enough to
remember having a wank himself!"

With that Art suddenly opened his eyes and started to giggle. It was all
becoming ridiculously surreal.


Over on the far side of the room Simon was sat quietly at a table with Tom,
Alex, Brian, Joe and David. All the fun and excitement of the previous
lesson had evaporated, Simon was desperately worried about Art and the
rumours they were picking up.

"I can't quite hear wot they're saying can you?" asked David, his head
turned to try to catch some of the conversation of the older boys around
him.

"Nah, something to do with Miss Jameson's last class innit?" said Alex.

"Well that's wot I think I heard." said Tom turning to Joe, "didn't you say
you'd heard it was something about a boy having a great big cock out so
they all saw it."

"But why'd they make a noise when Art and Nigel comes in?" asked
Simon. "His cock ain't that big."

To Tom the connection was obvious. Simon was deliberately taking the
rumours at face value not wanting to believe what he knew to be probably
true. Concerned for his brother and knowing only too well what he had been
dressed like that morning, there was no escaping the truth.

"Nigel's got a gert big cock, so they say." David picked his nose. "D'you
think ours will get big one day?"

"Bloody hope so, four inches wouldn't be much good when you's a bloke would
it!"  said Alex laughing.

"He don't look right, do he?" said Simon nodding towards Art, who really
didn't look right or even that enamoured with life at all. "D'you really
think it's him then?"

"Dunno." said Brian, still in aftershock after his spectacular performance
in the physics laboratory.

"Hey, wot's he doing here?" Tom suddenly pointed to Mr Weaver who was
bending down to speak to boys on a table near the door. "He don't normally
do dinners do he?"

"Don't think so." said David. "I dunno do I?"

"He's looking for someone." said Alex. "Watch, see who `tis."

"It's fuckin' Art innit, I fuckin' knows it." said Simon quietly. "It's him
innit? Wot's he fuckin' done now?"

"Well the one thing we do know is," said Brian suddenly seeming to come
back to life, "is from wot you've said he looks half undressed anyway, so
if somebody's been flashing it could have been him."

"No, no! D'you really think so! Wot's he fuckin' done! Oh fuckin' hell wot
if mum finds out!" Simon put his head in his hands. "It's gonna be fuckin'
murder in our house tonight! You lot got no fuckin' idea wot it's like! We
hides from her!"

Tom put a hand on Simon's shoulder and watched as Mr Weaver slowly headed
for Art's table.

A murmur ran round the room, Simon open his eyes and looked through his
fingers.

"Oh fuck!" said Alex. "It is him, I'm sorry."

"Not as sorry as he's gonna be." replied Simon watching dejectedly as Mr
Weaver leant over to speak to Nigel and Art. They followed him out of the
hall.

"Where they going?" asked Brian.

"They could be going to the bog!" said David with a laugh.

"Fuckin' hell Dave, be fuckin' serious." snapped Simon. "You don't fuckin'
know wot it's like when mum has one of her fuckin' temper do's."

"Sorry."

"It's all right, I know." Simon slowly smiled. "Sorry, but he's just such a
stupid bugger at times."

"Ain't there a spare office down by the secretaries room?" said Joe. "Bet
that's where they's going."

"I think so. Well if me watch is right, they got about twenty minutes."
said Tom as he looked at his faithful Timex watch, which was generally
proving somewhat more faithful than Ian's model had been!

"So we might know something by the afternoon break."

"Wot d'you think they'll do?" asked Simon quietly.

"Dunno," Tom smiled, "but if we can help, all you gotta do is ask innit."

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Chap 80 to follow