Date: Wed, 25 Jan 2012 11:00:01 +0000
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief encounters chap 88

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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Another epic chapter, this one and the next could well include certain
actions which have only been hinted at up to now. I thought I might as well
have a go at elaborating on the subject but, please note I am no expert in
this!

If you think I have got it somewhere about right I would like to hear from
you, especially if you have any (polite) suggestions or ideas!

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Chapter 88 – Economical with the truth

Maybe the younger boys had got it right wearing shorts all the time, so
mused Art as he waltzed home with breeze blowing up the legs of his
football shorts and wafting through the ill fitting underpants. Delighted
with his performance at putting the obnoxious little Roger in his place he
looked forward to telling Nigel of his football adventures later that
afternoon.

"And how was football then?"

Barely through the front garden gate Art's daydreams were interrupted by
his father appearing from the garage by the side of the house.

"Horrible! Wot a waste of effort." replied Art grinning, "I ain't doing
that again."

"D'you know I guessed that's what you'd say." Ted smiled and looked at his
number one son. As ever he looked an unkempt mess with the inevitable bulge
so easily discernable through the thin shorts.

"Simon and that, they'll be back soon, I'd had enough and left `em!" said
Art making to put a hand in his pocket to massage his half erect member,
then realising the downside of football shorts in that they didn't have any
pockets!

"But don't you have football at school, in games?"

"At school?" repeated Art slowly. Telepathy was a wonderful thing.

"Mmhh... school. You know that place you go to supposedly learn things at."

"Oh no! Oh dad.." the colour began to drain from his face, "it's that note
innit?".

"I'm afraid so, it didn't really tell me anything."

"That's lucky!" said Art to himself.

"Where'd you want to talk about it then," asked Ted, "our usual bench in
the back garden?"

"Does mum know anything about it?"

"Not really, well not yet," he watched for Art's reaction, "maybe she won't
have to."

Art's reaction was to say nothing. Instead he started rapidly think about
what he was going to say. He followed his father out through the side door
of the garage and into the rear garden.

"So where is mum?" asked Art nervously looking around as he sat down.

"Shopping or whatever she does, she's out somewhere and just for the minute
so is Simon. So let's get on before they come back. Why the note from Mr
Hawkins?"

"I think he want's to talk to you." replied Art stating the obvious.

"I know that from the note, what's it about? I'd like to know before I
speak to him."

It was of course the question Art had been dreading. He bit his lip, looked
at the grass and remained silent.

"Art, please, come on." Ted was apprehensive, wondering what had he been up
to now. "Please don't tell me you've been doing something at school, not
like you did in the park?"

"You gonna get mad?" asked Art nervously fidgeting on the bench.

"I don't know till you tell me what it's about, do I?"

"It weren't like the park.. promise.."

"Well, that's a good start. Go on then, tell me."

"He want's to help, dad he really do."

"Who?"

"Mr Hawkins."

"Art, please just tell me." Ted's patience was been stretched. "What's it
all about?"

"Please don't get mad at me."

Art caught his eye. It was that look, Ted wilted inside. How could he get
really mad when at that age he had also endured the very same insatiable
urges and knew only too well what Art, a self-confessed compulsive
masturbator was going through.

"See dad, you knows Nige and I.. we, we do things.. and.. he, well.. I mean
we'd.. uumm.. been in the bog.." Art looked up expectantly hoping his
father would guess why, from the look on his face he obviously had!

Even though Art was going to offer his father a very truncated and
sanitized version of the events it had to contain enough information to
make Mr Hawkins request to talk plausible. Vitally, he had to omit all
mention of Ian's semen soaked underpants that he had been wearing and it
was the sight of those had actually been the turning point as far as Miss
Jameson was concerned.

"Oh Art. I might have guessed," sighed Ted shaking his head, "well at least
you did it in the toilet."

"Yer, we did" he muttered, red with embarrassment at having to admit
masturbating with Nigel in the school toilets, "then we went straight out
to classes."

"And.."

"In maths I had to stand up to open a window and.." he looked up at his
father who was obviously waiting for some dire news. "and.. and me trousers
fell down!"

"Was that it?" Ted looked rather puzzled and expecting to hear far
worse. "I'm sure trousers fall or even get pulled down now and again,
especially in school with you and that randy lot."

"Well they do. But no, it weren't all.." muttered Art. Clenching his fists
he took a deep breath and prayed his father was in an understanding mood as
he nervously concluded.

"It weren't all, all what?"

"Dad.. see... me willy was still up.. you know.. I had me hard-on
and.. and.. me pants had fell down as well!"

"Oh bloody hell!"

"And as Miss was standing right by.."

"Who the hell's Miss?" interrupted Ted, his good humour beginning to desert
him, "I thought the teacher was Mr Hawkins?"

"Miss Jameson, she were taking the lesson." Art stared at the grass hoping
the lawn would open up and swallow him. "Having seen me like it.. she, she
said it were best if a male teacher dealt with it.. so, I, I ended up with
Mr Hawkins."

Ted sat back and closed his eyes. The genes that dominated self-abuse from
his side of the family had an awful lot to answer for and he knew it wasn't
strictly all Art's fault. Lately though, just to add to his parental
pressures he had sensed that Simon was starting to follow in both their
oversexed footsteps.

"Dad.." Art sounded on the verge of tears, "dad, wot you gonna do?"

"I don't know." adding after a long pause and scratching his head. "Who
else knows about it?"

"Uumm... Simon and.. and.." Art dried up.

"And?" he tapped his arm, "Come on, who else? A few of your friends?"

"No, about.. half the school!" croaked Art, his head in his hands.

"Oh my God." Ted sat back. "You bloody fool!"

"All the class were laughing when they seen me hard-on," said Art quietly
screwing his eyes up in a bid to stop the tears, "course, when the lesson
was over they went straight out and told everybody."

What was done was done, Ted could see that. If Art was telling the truth
there seemed little point in losing his temper and destroying the delicate
father son relation he had spent so much time fostering. In reality, so
what if a teacher and the class had seen a boys erection, it probably
wouldn't be the first time nor the last. Besides, it appeared that Art had
suffered some punishment purely by being caught in such an embarrassing
situation anyway. Had on the other hand, he been seen masturbating in class
or some public area of the school that would put a totally different
complexion on it.

"So what does Mr Hawkins know?" asked Ted after a pause, "What am I
supposed to say to him?"

"Uumm.. dad are you, you mad?" Art rubbed his eyes.

"What do you think?" with that he reached over and put his arm around
him. "You really are a total fucking idiot!"

"Dad! You don't swear like that!" shocked, Art looked up and then cuddled
into him.

"It happens, but rarely." it was time for Ted to blink. "You'd try the
patience of a saint!"

"You wot?"

"Just tell me about Mr Hawkins."

"He knows about me and Nigel having a wann... uumm.. masturbating.." he
looked at the grass again, "he don't worry about that, he says all boys do
it."

"He's right there," Ted almost smiled, "some more than others!"

"But," Art paused, "but, he's nice and he understands. I sorta told him,
that I, well you know that I can't stop doing it."

"Oh my God, that was honest, you must really trust him." he squeezed his
shoulder, "I know you can't stop, what you've got to do is try and then
control where you do it."

"Yer I like him, he's normal, he sorta understands boys." Art had an
innocent, almost naive look on his face. "He said it weren't worth
bollocking me, better to talk about it, if I's doing it that much."

"I think you're lucky, it sounds like he cares. I could imagine a lot of
other teachers just getting mad. I'll ring him after school on Monday as he
suggests. Although, quite what we do I have no idea."

"I knows. But wot about mum? You.. you gonna tell her?" Ted watched the
hands twitching as the question was posed.

"What about her? I think this very much a boy problem and I don't honestly
think she'd understand."

"So?" asked Art nervously.

"So, no. I don't think so not right now," he smiled, "if I can sort
something out with Mr Hawkins, although what I don't quite know."

"Dad, thanks."

"You've told me the truth, haven't you?" he tapped him on the
shoulder. "Look me in eye and tell me."

Art looked up, it was another one of those looks. Ted held eye contact,
blinked, gave him a final hug and stood up.

"Yer, but dad, did I say that.."

The conversation had gone far better than he could have ever
hoped. However, Art was fully conscious that he couldn't lie or mislead his
father simply because it just wasn't in him. Economical with the truth he
may have been, but nevertheless he wanted to at least hint towards the
state of his clothing and feel he hadn't actually deceived.

"Oh no!" Ted fixed him with his gaze as he quickly sat back down. Surely
there were no more damaging revelations? "Did you say what?"

"That, me uumm.. me.. pants had cum on 'em?" Art was obviously extremely
embarrassed at having to say it aloud, "that's wot got Miss Jameson really
going when she saw it."

"Oh no... you don't mean," Ted paused as it sank in, "you'd ejaculated in
them, in the toilet? Oh my God! No wonder she wanted a male teacher!"

Blushing a deep red Art nodded, burst into tears and finally spluttered,
"I'm sorry dad..  I'd cum in `em.. I can't help it.. I can't.. I can't
stop!"

"You really don't make it easy for yourself, do you?" Ted sighed, leant
over and kissed him on top of the head. Knowing there was no real option
and that physical punishment was not the answer, he needed to think. "Now
don't say anything else, just go and wash your face and tidy up, you look a
mess."

Art didn't say anything else, instead he threw his arms around his neck as
the tears rolled down his cheeks.


"Well, that tit Roger got it then," Tom grinned. "about time too, he's
always telling somebody wot to do."

"Nope, don't think he'll be back," said Alex, "Art really had him, didn't
he? Or as me dad would say, he got stitched up like a kipper!"

"Who? Wot!" Simon screwed up his face. "Wot's a fuckin' kipper when it's at
home?"

"It's one of them fish things innit, tastes like burnt leather with bones!
Me mum bought some once." said Tom with a look of disgust. "They was yuk,
but dad liked 'em."

"Well dad's would, wouldn't they!" said Alex. "Sure mine would."

"Probably."

"Well how'd you stitch one up then?" Simon was now even more puzzled, "And
wot d'you do with it when you've stitched it up, d'you put it on plate or
something?"

"Oh you silly sod, it's just an expression innit?" said Alex smiling, "It's
like saying.. uumm.. pigs will fly, innit?"

"Wot? Pigs can fly?" Simon stopped walking and looked at Alex in amazement,
"How? I ain't never heard that, how?"

"Fuckin' hell Simon! Wake up, he's pulling yer pisser!" Tom started to
laugh.

"You bugger! I'll pull your fuckin' pisser as well!" Simon moved to grab
Alex who was already getting out the way.

"You can pull it any time!" Alex stuck his tongue out. "But only if I can
pull your's!"

"Anytime."

"Well, there's one pisser I'll bet we won't be pulling `cause that belongs
to Roger!" said Tom, "Bet he don't come near us after that lot."

"Nah, he won't be back. Not now we've all see his willy and had a good
laugh at it!" said Simon grinning.

"Cor, wot a funny thing, all pointing down like that." said Alex
demonstrating with a bent finger.

"I think," said Tom already starting giggle, "that if he had a good wank,
you could reckon that instead of cumming, he went!"

"Wot over his feet?"

"Can you imagine that!" added Simon now starting to giggle. "Hey, just
think if he wanted to have piss with a hard on, he'd have to wear fuckin
wellies!!"

"You stupid sod!" said Tom laughing.

"Talking of having piss, I'm bursting," said Alex reaching down to squeeze
the end of his cock through his shorts, "I'm nipping in them bushes for a
quick piss before we get out of the park, so just hang on and wait for me a
min."

"Come on, let's go and watch." said Tom nudging Simon after standing still
for all of ten seconds and having watched the sight of Alex's tight shorts
disappearing towards the rhododendron bushes.

"Yer. I could almost do with a piss now that he's said it, it's catching
innit?" Simon grinned, held his erection and pointed to Alex's behind as he
headed a gap in the bushes. "Look, you can just see them blue pants,
through his shorts."

"Wot is about seeing wot's in shorts that's such a turn on?" asked
Tom. "It's giving me a hard on!"

"Giving?" asked Simon. "I got one!"

"You disgusting boy. Come on let's creep up on him," said Tom starting to
follow, "we'll creep in by that big bush over there, he might not see us."

"Well bloody hurry up, I'm all worked up for that piss now!"

"Just hold yer willy and shut up a minute!"

Partly obscured by the bushes Alex was standing with his left hand holding
up the right leg of his shorts as his right pulled out his semi hard cock
out through the gap. Aiming at the bush in front a stream of steaming
golden pee spluttered from the end of his swelling cock, he played it on
the leaves and sighed in relief. Unaware that under cover of the splashing
sounds Tom and Simon, both now sporting erections had managed to creep up
right behind him.

"Oi! Wot are you doing, you dirty little boy!"

Tom did his best theatrical impression of deep older voice with such volume
that Alex literally jumped in the air and spun round to see who it was.

At first struck dumb with shock, Alex finally replied, "Fuck off you
buggers!"

Crying with laughter Tom and Simon were unable to reply, they just about
managed to support each other and pointed at the expression on Alex's
face. Moments later though, Alex also broke into a wide grin and started to
laugh, the reason having become very apparent to first Tom and then Simon.

"Oh fuckin' hell!" exclaimed Tom looking down.

It was his turn to be taken aback, the front of his shorts were soaked with
steaming piss, which was started dribbling down his legs to his shoes and
socks. The shorts once saturated had become translucent, revealing the
commodious Y-fronts that had been concealed beneath. They too being white,
were quickly becoming transparent and clearly showing the tubular pink
object pressing against them and the dark red head pressing against the
fly.

Rarely speechless, Simon just stood there dumbfounded and watched in horror
as his own shorts were literally being pissed over before his eyes! Having
made Alex turn round there was no escaping his revenge as he took extreme
delight in directing the dwindling stream of piss over Simon. Like Tom's,
the front of the shorts all too quickly became translucent to reveal that
Simon wearing some rather small, if not very tight looking white briefs
with distinct lump in the middle.

"You.. you.. dirty fucker!" shouted Simon after a few moments, "I'll.. I'll
fuckin' piss over you an' all!"

With the events happening so rapidly Tom was unsure whether to laugh or
cry. However, once he had seen Simon's reaction he began to laugh as Simon
scrabbled frantically to get a hand up the leg of his now wet
shorts. Guessing that Simon intended to pee over Alex in retaliation, Tom
couldn't resist holding his own cock through his wet shorts as he watched
Simon struggling to free his erection from the tight wet briefs in order to
aim it at Alex. However Simon, already desperate for pee just didn't make
it as with his erection still entangled in the clinging wet cotton he
couldn't hold on. To his total embarrassment and a stream of expletives he
began to wet himself!

Unfortunately the situation wasn't helped by the elastic around his legs
which was so tight it formed a wonderful seal and in effect that the briefs
began to fill up with his own pee! Only becoming fully aware when he felt
the urine around his bumhole did he force a hand inside to release the
pressure and allow the pee to cascade down his legs.

Immediately on seeing what was happening first Tom, then Alex began to
laugh uncontrollably which did little to aid Simon's obvious
discomfort. Very red in the face he continued struggling to free his
recalcitrant erection whilst the stream of pee continued unabated. With
both hands soaking wet, the rivulets of hot piss continued to run down from
his shorts to soak shoes and socks and leaving him standing in growing
puddle of piss! Absolutely beside himself with anger he didn't know what to
do or say as Alex and Tom continued to mercilessly fall about laughing at
his expense.

Suddenly though, the focus was taken from Simon by Tom who grabbed the
front of his own wet shorts and pulled them down beneath his balls allowing
his erection to twang into view. He too started to pee and this time it was
Alex who found himself being soaked, his thin shorts rapidly becoming
virtually transparent and sticking to the pale blue Y-fronts underneath.

Simon had gone quiet, his attention being held by the sight of Tom's
boyhood. Very much erect and quivering it stuck straight out from his
hairless balls and continued to spray Alex's shorts with a golden stream of
steaming piss. However, what had really had caught Simon's imagination was
that Tom had formed a circle between his finger and thumb which was being
rubbed slowly along the full length as he pissed.

Surprisingly, even for Simon that was something he had never thought of
before, masturbating whilst peeing was going to be next on his own agenda,
immediately though he had other plans. With the flow beginning to slow and
falter it eventually reached the stage where Tom was only producing spurts
of pee and was when Simon surprised everybody by bending over and wrapping
his lips firmly around Tom's cock.

"Fuckin' hell!" exclaimed Alex looking in amazement. "He's drinking his
piss!"

Tom stood there open mouthed in surprise and looked down. Able to tell from
his bladder that he was still peeing only if in small amounts he couldn't
believe what Simon was doing and stopped masturbating. That immediately
made Simon release his cock from his mouth and look up, a dribble coming
from the side from his mouth.

"Don't bloody stop wanking... I want you to cum in me mouth! And, do
something to me as well!" he licked his lips and returned to savour Tom's
cock.

"Uummm... right.." stuttered Tom.

Still surprised that Simon was drinking urine, he replaced his hand and
resumed stroking to which Simon raised his eyes in appreciation and resumed
sucking. His lips closely following the fingers up and down the slippery
shaft, a seemingly practised movement something he had perfected on his
thumb!

Whatever was happening to Simon, Tom couldn't work it out. They all knew
his concupiscence at times verged on the insatiable and he'd try anything
especially if it were connected with underwear or something up his bum, but
drinking piss?

Alex watched with interest, then looked at Tom and shrugged his shoulders
equally bemused by Simon's actions. Nevertheless, bizarre or not Alex felt
the situation to be extremely erotic and wanted to join in, making a start
by shamelessly pulling his own cock free from the leg of the wet shorts to
openly masturbate. Besides, Simon had just given an open invitation to
molestation which Alex couldn't resist and moved to stand by Simon's side.

With Simon bent over to suck Tom's cock, Alex put an arm between Simon's
legs and began to push his hand up the leg of his shorts. As Simon
continued to service Tom, the hand groped it's way though the tangle of wet
shorts and briefs until he could stoke his balls. Murmuring in delight and
fully expecting Alex to grab his cock, Simon doubled his effort on Tom who
was now leaking tiny dribbles of precum which was as much as he could
produce. Alex though had other plans for Simon who was about to be
rewarded, if not absolutely shocked to find that Alex was about to ram a
finger up his bum!

"Get his shorts down and wank him off!!" said Alex excitedly to Tom, "We're
all gonna cum at the same time!"

"You'll be fuckin' lucky, `cause I ain't far off now!" grunted Tom not
wishing to hinder Simon's delicious lip service.

Unable to see what he was doing and well aware that his own ejaculation was
imminent Tom blindly groped between Simon's legs. Alex was now masturbating
furiously whilst his free hand continuing to fight it's way past Simon's
tangled wet clothes to actually get inside his briefs and locate it's
target.

"Right!" Exclaimed Alex triumphantly. His fingers already wet with pee they
pierced Simon's sphincter and ploughed on up his bum to impale his
prostate. In shock, Simon's reaction was to instantly pull back from Tom
who only narrowly avoided receiving a second circumcision as Simon's mouth
closed!

"I'm cumming!" shrieked Tom, unable to control himself the sperm shot from
his jerking organ directly into Simon's face.

"Fuucckkkk!" cried Simon who on jumping back initially took two of Alex's
fingers with him, which were then promptly and violently pulled from his
bum to remain caught in the wet clothes.

"Shit!" responded Alex feeling his arm being wrenched and the fingers
pulled roughly from Simon's bum.

"Fuck!" cried Simon, "I'm going fuckin' blind wot you done!"

"Told you it would make you blind!" replied Tom before dissolving into
laughter and allowing his shorts and briefs to twang back up and cover his
slimy, dripping cock.

"Fuckin' assholes!" cried Simon trying to wipe the cum from his left eye
with one hand as he wrestled to free himself from Alex's probing fingers
which were still caught between his legs by the wet clothes.

"You got the hairy hands as well?" added Alex in between guffaws of
laughter, whilst still somehow managing to hold onto his cock and continue
masturbating.

"I can't fuckin' see!" repeated Simon having now panicked and rubbed the
eye so much that the spunk had now very definitely stuck the eyelashes
together.

"Yer, don't cum over his other eye!" quipped Tom.

"Oh fuck off." snapped Simon. "I'm going fuckin' blind!"

"I'm gonna do it any.. any.. second!" groaned Alex.

"Wot's that?" exclaimed Tom looking round in panic. "There's somebody else
here!"

"No more fuckin' jokes like that not now.. oh shit... yer it comes.."
grunted Alex as the familiar burning sensation took hold.

"There's somebody here!" shouted Tom. "I bloody know it!"

"Fuck!" was Alex's response. In the excitement he lost the grip on his cock
which now slippery with pee and precum disappeared rapidly back up the leg
of his wet shorts, squirting it's load on hot cum everywhere as it did so.

A second later the loud crashing noises coming the adjacent bushes and
confirmed their worst fears.

"Fuckin' hell! Run for it!" screamed Simon gathering up his wet shorts and
pushing though the foliage to be followed immediately by the petrified Tom
and Alex. The twenty or so yards to the relative safety of the enormous
trunk of an oak tree were covered in a mere nano second. Huddled together
they peered furtively around the trunk to see who it was that had been in
the bushes.

"Fuckin' hell, that was close, I hope it ain't nobody that knows us, I'd
get murdered! Me mum would go fuckin' mental!" said Simon looking
frightened at the merest thought. "D'you reckon they seen us?"

"Dunno, I fuckin' hope not." said Alex wiping the spunk running down the
inside of his leg with a finger, "me dad would bloody kill me if he knew
wot we'd been doing."

"And mine, he'd say I was..." Tom paused, "oh.. oh.. shit look... the
bushes is moving!"

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Chap 89 to follow