Date: Fri, 21 Oct 2011 14:32:19 +0100
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief Encounters Chap 82

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 82 – Sunsilk


"Oh, it' only you!"

"Wot's mean only you, you cheeky little bug..."

"Davey who is it?" the voice interrupted Art's graphic salutation.

"It's that Art innit!"

Davey stuck his tongue out to which Art pulled a face in reply, out of
habit he glanced down at the front of younger boys shorts recalling that
Nigel had said this ten year old was extremely well endowed.

"Well I don't know who it is, do I?" Mary's voice was getting louder,
already sounding strained and the weekend was yet young. Jack, her
hands-off parenting husband had decided to disappear for most the day by
going off fishing with his friends.

"She's in a mood again," whispered Davey looking over his shoulder, "dad's
gone fishing something and she's left on her own. Again!"

"Oh, hello Art, it is you, I never know when he answers the door!" she
appeared in the doorway looking flustered, "I suppose you want Nigel?"

"Sort of, Mrs Blake." Art paused, he could see she wasn't in the best of
moods. Maybe if he said why he was there it might cheer her up, "See, I
come to help Nige tidy his room up."

"You've what?" she almost smiled.

"He says he gotta tidy up, so I said I'd help." it sounded rather lame, but
was the truth.

"So he's got to tidy up, has he?" she did smile. Unbelievable, the message
must have percolated through and all her threats had finally worked. "Got
to, is that what he said?"

"Yer. Got to!" Art nodded sagely, if not naively.

Davey was now equally lost. Why was she now smiling when only the other day
she had threatened to throw Nigel out if he didn't tidy up. He pursed his
lips, mothers he'd never understand them!

"Well, thank you Art, that's really nice of you to offer." she smiled
again. "I'm sure he will appreciate the help and if you want to use the
Hoover just ask."

"Yer, we will." replied Art now sounding slightly lost himself. Who said
anything about using a vacuum cleaner, that surely was women's work.

"If you want anything do ask. Is Davey going to help?"

"I, I dunno," Art looked down at him. Never one to miss an opportunity it
had occurred that he might get to look up the leg of the tan shorts. "I'd
better ask Nige about that."

"Yer, course I'll help." volunteered Davey grinning and having already
decided there was little else to do. Besides he could then escape his
mother to join Art who he rather liked and could most certainly be quite
entertaining at times.

"There you are then! You tell Nigel I said it was alright for Davey to
help." she smiled once again. "Well up you go, you know where his room
is. And if you're doing it properly don't forget to do under the bed as I
expect that will need a muck out as well!"

Whether or not she had said that knowing what could well live under a
teenage boys bed or it was just as an innocent comment Art wasn't sure. The
only thing he did know was that he looked very embarrassed being very well
aware of the selection of disgusting, yellow semen infested horrors that
were stuffed under his own bed.

"Cor, I'll go under and look!" exclaimed Davey excitedly. "Wonder what he's
got hidden then?"

"Nothin' I `spect." Art took a deep breath. What indeed could be hidden?

Smiling, Mrs Blake moved back and welcomed Art inside indicating towards
the stairs. Davey pushed in front and started to run up followed by Art,
who's X-ray eyes were already tracing the outline of his St Michael briefs
beneath the tan coloured shorts as they tightened around his firm buttocks
with each step.

"Bloody hell, wot's he doing here?" asked Nigel pointing to the beaming
Davey as they entered the room.

"Well, yer mum said he could help us." said Art rolling his eyes.

"That's right, she said I could see wot you got hidden under yer bed!"
replied Davey already getting down on his hands and knees to peer under the
cream coloured bedspread which overhung the edge of the bed.

"You can bloody piss right off!" replied Nigel bending down to male a grab
at him. "You ain't going under my fuckin' bed!"

"Piss off yerself!" said Davey quickly avoiding Nigel's hand and
prostrating himself on the thin green carpet, quite unaware of the
multitude of dried semen stains he was now lying on.

Art looked down, the sight of the ten year olds rear in those shorts was
very, very appealing.

"You little sod," Nigel bent down and grabbed a leg as Davey's head and
shoulders began to disappear under the bed, "now fucking' come out!"

"Fuck off yerself!" replied Davey from below. "Hey... wot's all that stuff
pushed up by the wall then?"

Nigel was getting worried. And, quite understandably, he couldn't let his
younger brother find the vast pile of crunchy cum rags and assorted stolen
underwear that lived in the dusty space under the bed.

"Stuff?" Art looked bemused. He had a damn good idea what it could be. "Wot
stuff?"

"You knows!" said Nigel blushing as he held onto the wriggling
ankle. "Quick grab his other fuckin' leg."

"Oi, let me go!" squeaked Davey having now found himself stuck halfway
under the bed with both legs firmly restrained and held in the air.

Art grinned at Nigel and took hold of the other flaying limb, "Wot now
then?"

"Nothin' yet, just hold him `cause I wanna know about yer old man and that
note he had from school."

Trying to hold onto the twisting leg Art shrugged his shoulders, "Nothin' I
don't think he's even opened it `cause he brought a lotta stuff home from
work."

"Oh."

"Be tomorrow I reckon." he shrugged his shoulders again, then craned his
head to look see up the leg of Davey's shorts. "Wot we gonna do with
him.. you know.. is we?"

"We wot? Course, we is! Now take his shoes off first!" Nigel nodded and
grinned. "I think so, you wait till you see it!"

"And then his socks?" asked Art expectantly, his cock was already
hardening.

"Oh yeah."

"You.. is you gonna.. d'you want to?" Art, didn't need to ask the question,
they both knew what they wanted.

"Fuck it," Nigel blushed, "why not I ain't seen it hard yet. Don't you
wanna look too?"

"Oi, let me go or I'll tell mum!" came the voice from under the bed.

"Fuckin' shut yer teeth you little tosser!" said Nigel pulling off the
sock.

"I ain't a tosser!"

"Course I do, but you sure, I mean he's yer brother and that?" Art looked
at Nigel. He nodded, there was a definite glint in his eye.

"When I says so," said Nigel quietly, "grab the leg of his shorts! He wants
it believe me."

Art was now rock hard. Stripping a boy was a big turn on in itself, but
having heard how big the ten year olds cock was he was very aroused. From
the lump in Nigel's jeans it looked as though he was finding it just as
exciting.

"Hang on a sec, I just wanna.." Art leant forward and took a long look up
the leg of the shorts. That Davey was wearing some tight white briefs that
was obvious. "Oh fuck!"

"Enjoy that then?" asked Nigel smiling as he pushed the bulge in his jeans
hard against the captive leg. "On the count of three then."

Art was really excited, but with Davey being younger was this wrong or not?
Whilst he was still struggling, he was not Art thought maybe not struggling
that hard. Had Davey wanted to be caught, was he a very willing victim?

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

The elasticated waistband of the shorts offered little resistance. In one
swift move they were thrown on the floor and the wriggling legs once again
restrained.

"Wot you doing to me... don't you touch me pants!" Davey's muffled voice
came from the dusty floor somewhere under the bed, "I'll tell mum!"

"No you fuckin' won't!" said Nigel bending down to below the
mattress. "Just shut up and listen, you wanted to know about wanking the
other day didn't you?"

"Yer," he paused, "I might have."

"There was no might the other day was there?"

"No.. I `spose not."

Art wasn't really listening, still holding onto the leg he had knelt down
by Davey's side. Obsessed with the white cotton that was stretched tightly
across Davey's buttocks, it looked as though the briefs were getting on for
a size too small.

"So wot's mean?" asked Davey slowly. Being held captive by the older boys,
was turning into an exciting adventure and something he had secretly hoped
might have developed. It was all very obviously connected with sex yet he
didn't understand what or why.

" `cause we're gonna show you how to wank!" Nigel looked at Art and
winked. "Now stop fuckin' struggling or you'll never bloody know!"

"You ain't gonna hurt me or nothing?" Davey sounded a little nervous as he
gradually let his legs go limp. He was hooked, the moment of discovery.

"No you daft sod. Now don't you fuckin' move, just lie there." Nigel turned
to Art and started to kneel on the floor, "let's do it on the carpet. Now
don't you make no noise or bloody kick us."

"We ain't gonna hurt you or nothing." added Art still staring at the white
briefs stretched across his buttocks.

"Promise?"

"Yer `course." With that Art tentatively put his hand on the rear panel of
the briefs which immediately had the effect of Davey starting to push
himself into the carpet.

"Oohh.. no, I won't!"

"Sorry, I couldn't.. I couldn't resist it!" Art blurted out. He looked at
Nigel wondering if he had gone too far, it was his younger brother after
all.

"So wot, he wants it!" Nigel grinned and pointed to Art's jeans which were
plainly under some stress. "and so do fuckin' you, look at it!"

"Uumm.." Art blushed and was interrupted again by Davey.

"Do that again!"

Without a moments hesitation Art obliged and put his hand across the seat
of the briefs, this time one finger started to push the cotton partway into
Davey's crack which immediately had him pushing into the carpet again. It
seemed Nigel's recent and encouraging comment concerning the spectacular
proportions of his ten year old member had left Davey happily resigned to
the wishes of the older boys.

"Don't worry about it, he's been wanting it!" whispered Nigel to Art, he
grinned and put a hand down the front of his jeans to rearrange his weeping
cock, "I know wot he's got in his pants, now we're both gonna see it, but
hard!"

Another dribble of precum joined the slime inside Art's blue briefs, well
to be precise they weren't blue as he was actually still wearing the
heavily stained Wolsey briefs which belonged to Ian and the blue was merely
ink!

Looking at Nigel for confirmation that it was all right to proceed Art took
a deep breath and began to slowly slide his hand between Davey's legs. Once
underneath him he was able to cup the front of the tight underpants,
whatever was contained in the white cotton had now started to grow
rapidly. Art thought it the most amazing sensation as he felt the younger
boy's cock literally swell within his hand, it was quite apparent that this
was not tiny organ he had had himself at ten!

Very aroused he wanted more of the boy and after some twisting to get his
arm to a rather awkward angle he managed to slip his hand under the tight
elastic to enter the hot confines of the underpants. Art's trembling hand
wrapped around the hot flesh whilst the equally excited Davey instinctively
pumped the floor, his generous foreskin starting to rolling back and forth
within Arts hand.

"Fuckin' hell!"

His heart beating fast Art looked directly at Nigel and gave him one of his
so special smiles.

"It's fuckin' nearly as big as mine!"

"Bloody told you didn't I?"

That smile finally destroyed Nigel's reserve, drawn to Art he started to
move round to kneel directly behind him. Was it love, testosterone or both?
Davey might have been the catalyst, but they were both desperate for
physical contact with each other.

Feeling Nigel's hot breath on his neck Art closed his eyes, one hand deep
inside the ten year old's underpants and his own waist being firmly
encircled by Nigel's arms drawing them tightly together. Even through both
their layers of clothing there was no mistaking what the hard object being
forced into his buttocks was or of Nigel's desires.

"I want you." hissed Nigel into Art's ear. "I want to fuck the ass off
you. Now!"

Art felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Nigel was rarely
emotional and from the tone of his voice he really meant it. Swallowing
hard Art took a couple of slow deep breaths and willed himself from
immediately ejaculating in his briefs.

"See, if you can get him to cum dry!" continued Nigel pulling Art
closer. "Now, don't you move."

Art glanced down, Davey was still rhythmically humping his hand. Unseen
under the bed he was half dazed, eyes tightly shut and revelling in the
sensations of another boys hand inside his tight underpants. Never before
had he felt so much tingling from this cock or thought it so big, something
was happening to him and he didn't know what. Although what he did know was
that Art clearly had the right touch to produce the hot tingling feelings
that were building inside him were.

The two hands around Art's waist changed position and deftly began to
unfasten his jeans and tug at zip down. The fly pulled apart, the hands
roughly pulled the jeans down so that they were bunched up above his
knees. Now kneeling in just the thin cotton briefs, Art felt deliciously
vulnerable to Nigel's advances. One hand was soon stroking the slimy tent
at the front whilst the other was pushed between his legs.



The previous afternoon Martin had a miserable trip home. Once separated
from Tom and Alex and on his own for the homeward bus journey his thoughts
reverted to the missing father in his life. Even without a father how
fantastic it would have been to have had a brother like Art, Nigel, Ian or
a younger brother like Tom and Alex to go home to. At first he had smiled
to himself thinking of what they could have got up to, only on seeing his
stop approach did he come back to reality with fact that there was nobody.

Staring at the tarmac rushing by he waited on the platform, the bus finally
slewed to a stop and he jumped off looking rather as he felt. The redness
of his eyes emphasised that even before getting on he had been crying,
which in turn had only exacerbated by his strong sexual feelings for his
friends leaving him really confused. After walking halfway home he stopped
and sat on a garden wall to try to make sense of it all. Aside from the
thoughts of the missing father figure in his life he was if anything now
feeling worse as the guilt for wanting the younger boys was very much in
evidence.

Once he arrived home it didn't take his mother long to recognise there was
something wrong. Making him sit down with her to try to explain, was to no
avail other than producing more tears which simply underlined the fact all
was not well. Unsurprisingly he was very reluctant to reveal the true
reason, in that deep down he knew we was destined to become homosexual and
that he physically wanted boys and not girls. Supported by occasional hugs
from his mother and more talk of involving her brother he put on a brave
face throughout the evening. Blaming his demeanour on his missing father he
was well aware that she missed the man in her life as much as he
did. Bedtime brought the conclusion that he couldn't keep these feelings to
himself any longer and that he needed to be talk it all through with
somebody who would understand. Tomorrow was another day and another fresh
start.


What better way to start a Saturday morning than to oversleep, wake up,
have a long stroking session, possibly with a finger up the bum leading to
a bloody good wank in the previous days underpants? Prior to his customary
bedtime wank that was exactly what Ian had been planning the previous
evening as he prepared for bed and cleaned his teeth.

His hard cock was threaded through both the fly of his Wolsey briefs and
pale blue striped pyjama trousers, he looked at himself in the bathroom
mirror and rubbed the purple head on the cold porcelain rim of on the
basin. It felt good, he grinned to himself knowing there was more fun to
come. Whilst he wouldn't normally wear underpants under his pyjama trousers
to go to bed, that evening the prospect of ejaculating in his briefs and
then sleeping in them to appease his new found fetish really appealed.

Since coming home from school he hadn't felt quite his normal cheery self,
so the prospect of a little bedtime excitement promised to be a good
antidote. Brought on after the episode at the bus stop when he witnessed
the love between Art and Simon he had been thinking a great deal about the
missing emotional aspects in his life. Whilst he had a father, he knew he
couldn't talk to him as openly as Art seemed able to do with his father,
certainly not about his increasing interests in other boys or as he liked
to think, intense friendships. He needed to talk to somebody of his own age
who could understand his adolescent problems and increasing desires to be
with other boys, Nigel possibly.

Deep in thought and disguising the tenting pyjamas under a towel he walked
back across the landing carrying his mothers precious bottle of Sunsilk
shampoo. Pausing to check that the television was still entertaining his
parents below he knew that it being a Friday night, they probably wouldn't
be in bed before half eleven, giving him nearly an hour before they came
upstairs.

Back in his bedroom he picked up his jeans from the back of the chair and
searched in the pockets, smiling to himself as he drew out that favourite
of the vegetable family, a small carrot about the size of a finger. Picking
up his school bag he carried it over to the door and carefully arranged it
on the floor so that it would impede access, but not hopefully look as
though he were deliberately jamming the door shut should he have an
unwelcome visitor.

Rubbing the front of the pyjamas he returned to the bed and slowly pulled
the bedcovers back to reveal a familiar stain on the bottom sheet, a
combination of that week's emissions which matched the growing stain on the
front of his pyjama trousers. Lately he had taken delight in ignoring looks
and comments from his mother and revelled in the dirty state of his bed and
clothing, tonight it was destined to get considerably worse!

Previous experiments with various household objects had taught Ian that
some form of lubricant was required for full anal enjoyment and it had
occurred to him earlier in the evening that hair shampoo could be the very
answer. Unscrewing the top of the bottle he sniffed it and pushed a finger
deep in the bottle, it was certainly slippery enough and just waiting to be
tested. Dropping the pyjama trousers to the ground, then pulling briefs to
one side to expose his crack he excitedly reached between his legs and
slowly ran the slippery finger between his white buttocks. Taking a deep
breath he pushed it around the wrinkled entrance and then slowly but firmly
past the tightly closed sphincter, the shampoo allowed it to slide in so
easily he even forgot to worry about whether he was clean or not! After a
minute or so he almost felt ready to cum and it was only seeing the tiny
drip of precum forming on the end of his cock which made him make a big
effort to stop before he came.

Stage two beckoned, the carrot was due for the Sunsilk treatment. Amply
coated in the sweet smelling liquid and tentatively offered to his
sphincter, it was immediately swallowed up by the waiting hole. There were
however two problems, first that it was seemed to want to keep slipping out
and that in the process he was getting closer and closer to
ejaculating. Without really thinking of the consequences he decided the
answer might be to push the carrot right inside, in it went and it felt
amazingly good as his hole closed after it. Clenching his buttocks together
and pulling his briefs hard up into the crack meant that even if the carrot
wanted to escape it would be held in. The feeling that his bum was filled
with such perfectly shaped object was utterly incredible, would this be
what it was like to experience another boy's cock? Would that opportunity
arise the next day in the shed?

Finally, pulling the pyjama trousers right up into his crack he carefully
lay face down on the bed and slid a hand inside the front of his briefs to
cup the head of his weeping cock. Then, spreading his legs wide he aligned
the fingers his other hand to the spot where he felt the carrot appeared to
be and pushed hard. All was now set for the fun to really begin.

Very slowly he began to hump into the palm of his hand, the leaking precum
allowing his cock to slide through his fingers and into the slimy cotton of
his briefs allowing all manner of sensations to kick in. The carrot moving
about within his bum felt utterly incredible and heightened the sensation
caused by the excess shampoo which had started oozing from his bumhole and
slithering down between his legs.

It didn't take much to make him cum. Breathing heavily, his heart palpating
he began to violently shake and shudder as his cock literally exploded to
discharge string after string of hot cum into his briefs. It seemed to Ian
as though ejaculation would never stop and lasted for what felt like
several minutes before leaving him hot, sweating and totally exhausted on
the bed. His underpants and pyjamas were absolutely saturated with a
mixture of cum and shampoo yet remained pulled right up, even though his
legs were still spread wide with the carrot remaining in his bum. Without
the energy to move either hands or body he lay there and closed his eyes
for a couple of minutes to regain his breath.

It must have been nearly four in the morning when he was abruptly woken
from a deep sleep by the most dreadful feeling that he had crapped in his
pyjamas! The bedside light was still on, he blinked and feeling very dazed
looked around the room to find he was still lying on the bed exactly as he
had when he had fallen asleep earlier. Panic had set in and he began to
break out in a cold sweat being far too afraid to check what, if anything
had happened inside his pyjamas, knowing only too well that should his
mother find out he would never live it down.

Something was definitely wrong. There was no doubt he was having great
difficulty in controlling the rumblings his bowels and to make matters
worse he still couldn't be sure if anything untoward had actually happened
already! The only option was to go to the bathroom to investigate, with no
time to waste he made a dash for the toilet and once inside scrabbled to
lock the door. Frantically tearing at his pyjamas he barely made it before
twisting around and crouching without the toilet seat as his innards
detonated and forceably emptied themselves!

Feeling pretty dreadful, but nevertheless grateful that he hadn't disgraced
himself he perched on the edge of the cold porcelain and wondered what
could have possibly caused the eruption? Whatever, aside from his bum being
none too clean and his genitalia being still smeared in a gooey mixture of
cum and shampoo the end result was that he desperately needed a bath, but
at four in the morning that was out of the question! There was no answer to
it, he just had to clean himself and the toilet up as best he could, hoping
that didn't start a maternal interrogation in the morning.

Could it have been connected the carrot or could it have been the shampoo?

Had he been a little more knowledgeable he would have known that one of the
oldest enemas used was a soapy solution and filling his bottom with Sunsilk
was not the cleverest thing to do!

Having made the best of a bad job cleaning up he crept back to bed with
both briefs and pyjama trousers pulled well up should anything untoward
threaten later in the night. Feeling utterly worn out he fell asleep within
a couple of minutes of his head touching the pillow, putting trust his
pyjamas to absorb some of the slimy mess which now decorated the bottom
sheet.

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Chap 83 to follow