Date: Wed, 22 Feb 2012 21:45:04 +0000
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief Encounters Chap 90

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 90 – Stains

"Good, well at least you're on time, I `spect Art'll be late, he always
is."

Sat on the wall under a tree Nigel looked up approvingly at Ian's faded
blue shorts.

"Get under in the shade, it's hot out there, you don't wanna burn yer
legs!"

"Nah, I'm trying to get me a tan!" Ian grinned, "The weathers gonna break
soon anyway, might as well get it while I can."

"If that's wot you want, now more important just turn round and let's see
yer bum."

"Why?" Ian looked at him, "Anything else? Other orders?"

"Yeah, put yer hands in yer pockets and scratch yer cock and," Nigel
winked, "and do it proper, get yer hands up under the elastic of yer pants,
you know wot I mean."

Ian did as instructed, although since he was still wearing Martin's rather
tight briefs he had some difficulty in getting under the elastic.

"Fuckin' hell!" Nigel squeezed his legs together, looked around and then
pushed a hand down the front of his jeans to adjust his growing
cock. "You're hot!"

"Wot's so hot about me then?" asked Ian, now well under the elastic and
pinching the head of his swelling organ.

"It's the hottest thing innit? Looking at a tight pair of shorts and seeing
the outline of yer pants," Nigel licked his lips, "and the way yer standing
with yer legs slightly bowed to get that hand up inside the elastic to play
with yer willy! Love it!"

"Bloody hell, yer right. I ain't thought of it like that before." Ian moved
his fingers inside the shorts, "I've always found it's looking up shorts
that gets me going too, especially if I can see right up and see their
pants."

"Oh yeah don't I know it," said Nigel, "d'you know Art and I have been
doing this stuff at school since we met in the first year. Course we all
wore shorts then, but we was too shy to say anything to each other!"

"Wot, you and Art, too shy? Never!" Ian giggled. "Is that when you first
met then?"

"Yeah sort of, but we didn't really, really start doing nothing together
till the second year and by then we both knew we was hooked on pants and
that." replied Nigel blushing very slightly. "Truth is, I was looking at
some kids clothes, pants and that in the changing room and Art came in and
caught me!"

"Wot!" Ian laughed. "Art caught you?"

"Yeah, there was a pair stuffed in some kids trousers that was hanging up,
I'd got 'em out and was looking at 'em and then bloody dropped 'em `cause
he came in and made me jump! But, don't you tell him you know that." Nigel
grinned. "Anyway, he'd come in to do the same bloody thing, dirty little
bugger he was!"

"He still is!"

"Well, see back then I'd been wanking for a few weeks, but he must `ave
only just about started 'cause he couldn't leave it alone! I used to watch
him doing it in his little grey shorts under the desk and on the bus. He'd
do any bloody place it and think nobody could see. But I knew wot he was
doing, in fact when he started I'd do it as well!"

"But he still can't leave it alone now!"

"Course not! Can any of us? Anyway can't remember how, but eventually he
told me that used to sneak into the changing room and look at the clothes
hanging up, he'd search for cum stains and then have a wank in his pants!"
Nigel looked at Ian. "So if you ain't guessed it, well that's when we
became like best mates."

"And so that's where the thing about pants started?" asked Ian. "We all do
it now don't we? It's addictive, he really got me going!"

"He got us all going, didn't he?. And, so course it was him that told me to
try wanking in me clothes in the first place." Nigel blushed again. "Once
I'd started I couldn't stop doing that either, I'd wear 'em to bed and do
it!."

"I know, he started me off doing it as well and now I wear 'em to bed!" Ian
grinned. "Funny innit, walking about when first of all it's all slimy, then
fifteen minutes later you find yer pubes are stuck together and you swear
you'll never do it again!"

"Hang on, don't move, you stand there just like that and keep playing with
yerself!"

"Wot?" Ian looked puzzled.

"Just stay like that," Nigel looked excitedly around again, "there ain't
nobody about, just stand there, I'm gonna see if I can look up yer shorts!"

"You silly sod!"

With that Nigel got down to the pavement and peered up the legs of the
shorts as Ian continued to play with himself. After minute or so Nigel got
back on his feet and forced his hand down his jeans again to untangle the
now full blown erection from his rather baggy underpants.

"Where'd you get them blues pants then, they new? They looks bloody tight!"
he asked, hand in pocket. "They almost matches yer blue shorts!"

"Oh shit.." Ian blushed, "I forgot... they ain't mine, they're Martins."

"Martin's?" Nigel face broke into a broad grin, "Wot, you and him.. are
you.."

"I think so." Ian swallowed. "We both feel the same.. Nige don't laugh
please, I need to talk to you about it `cause you understands."

"I won't laugh." Nigel sat back on the wall, he looked up the road, "Bloody
Art's late again. So we got five minutes, d'you wanna start?"



"Look there's some."

"Cor, yer right, he has hadn't he?."

"There's another one." Robbie's rather grubby finger nail traced the
outline of faint yellow stain on the white sheet.

"Reckon that was last night?" Barry had a glint in his eye and a hand deep
in his pocket.

"Dunno, now he's got his own room back I `spect he's doing it all the
time."

"Bloody hell, look at that one!" Barry pulled the covers back to reveal a
very definite semen stain the size of a teacup in the middle of the bottom
sheet.

"That's about where his willy would be innit?" exclaimed Robbie sounding
almost as if he had found some buried treasure. "If was he lying face
down."

"I think he's done it here more than there once, `cause he'd never make
that much stuff." said Barry bending right over to carefully inspect the
evidence. "Bet he lies on top his hand and does it like that every night!"

"Wish I could cum or wotever it is and make that stuff."

"So do I, but at least we don't make no now mess do we?" replied
Barry. "And we can keep doing it, I did it three times the other night, one
after the other I just kept rubbing!"

"Best I've done is two."

"You'd better try for three it tonight then, and I'll try for four!" Barry
grinned. "Anyway, wot's yer mum say about all them cum stains he makes
then?"

"Dunno, but gets all twitchy if I mention 'em! I reckon she might have said
something." Robbie giggled, "So I keeps on saying I've seen wank stains
even if I ain't, he's getting a real thing about it now!"

"So d'you think he's got stuff hidden as well?" said Barry looking round
the room, "I knows me big brother wanks `cause the bed creaks every night
and morning! He wipes it up with an old pair of pants and he keeps 'em
hidden pushed right under the end of the bed."

"Wot, how d'you know that?" Robbie looked wide eyed, this was new and very
exciting. "So, so you've looked for 'em then?"

"Yeah, they're all yellow and stiff so I reckons he makes gallons!" said
Barry proudly, "I went through his room again last week, week before that
they was under the bed and before that he kept 'em at the back of a
drawer.. and first they was on top the wardrobe!"

"How often d'you do look for `em then?"  asked Robbie positively taken with
the idea, this was more than even very exciting. "But, hang on, but how
d'you know to look in the first place?"

"Ah, I overheard some bigger boys at school, they was talking about cumrags
and where they hid 'em." Barry grinned, "I didn't understand at first, but
Harry in me class knew about it, he said he'd got it all from his older
brother who'd gonna show him how to wank."

"So, so d'you think he have one might then? A cumrag is that wot it's
called?" Robbie's eyes were wide open in amazement. "I ain't never thought
of none of this, I'm gonna have a look!"

"Yeah, a cumrag that's wot he said." Barry grinned and watched as Robbie
got down on his hands and knees and disappeared under the bed.

"Nothing here." came the voice from under the mattress. "Just dust!"

"I'll have a look on the wardrobe." said Barry climbing on the end of the
bed and reaching up.

"Well?" said Robbie standing up and brushed the dust off his legs, looked
at Barry's tight shorts now at eye level.

"Nah, nothing yer." said Barry slowly stepping down, the shorts tightening
around his buttocks and highlighting the elastic of his underpants.

"Well," said Robbie still staring at the shorts, "let's peep in his chest
of drawers, there ain't nowhere else is there?"

"You sure we got time?" asked Barry, provocatively putting a hand in his
pocket being fully aware that he was being watched.

"Yeah, he won't be back yet will he?"

"I dunno, he's your brother!"

"Be alright."

Even if it wasn't alright there was no stopping Robbie now. He turned to
the chest of drawers and opened the top drawer which contained what looked
like school uniform, shirts and jumpers. Barry stood by his side and they
leafed through the various items together with Barry deliberately pushing
the growing bulge in his shorts into Robbie's thigh.

"Nothing here." Robbie sounded very disappointed, he turned and grinned,
"But you've something ain't you?"

"How d'you know that?" Barry grinned in reply and then nudged
Robbie. "Let's do the drawer with his undies in, bet it'll be hidden at the
back!"

There was something about the secretive rifling of Brian's clothes that now
had really got them both very, very excited. Opening the middle drawer and
seeing the neatly folded piles of very familiar white underclothes and grey
socks Barry drew a sharp breath, he turned to look at Robbie.

"D'you really think we're all right doing this?" asked Robbie his heart
beating fast, "it's like I'm sort of.. sort of.. well, that we shouldn't be
doing it."

"Well," Barry bit a grubby finger nail and paused even he felt it was
somehow an invasion of Brian's privacy, "uumm, let's just have a quick
decko at his pants then.. well, while we're here, yeah?"

"Just a quick one then."

"They're all white, looks like old St Michael again!" said Barry flipping
through the pile, "Hey.. look there's even some vests in here, does he
still wear `em now then?"

"No. We don't now, I bet it's all his old primary school stuff mixed up,"
Robbie looked dejectedly at the neatly folded items of brilliant white
cotton, "wish our mum would buy us some coloured pants like wot you got."

"I `spect she will soon enough." Barry smiled and rammed his bulging shorts
into Robbie again.

Robbie poked around in the drawer, "Why don't we have a look through all
this on the bed?"

"Wot?" Barry watched as Robbie gathered up an armful of clothes from the
drawer and turned towards the bed.

"It's yer!" exclaimed Barry excitedly rummaging clothes remaining in the in
the back drawer. "Bet this is it."

"Wot!" Robbie threw the clothes on the bed and returned to the chest to
find Barry clutching a screwed up ball of white ribbed cotton. "Cor, you
sure?"

"See.. it's always screwed up," said Barry knowledgeably, "it was hidden in
them clothes."

"Well.." Robbie watched in astonishment as Barry's shaking hands carefully
unfolded a well worn pair of white briefs that were covered in the
unmistakable blotches of dried semen.

"Told you didn't I!" Barry grinned. "Let's go sit on the bed and have a
proper look."

"Hey, but them's Y-fronts," exclaimed Robbie after a minute, "and me mum
always buy's him St Michael and mine from Woollies, `cause she say's she
can tell 'em apart."

"Maybe he's pinched 'em from somewhere then," added Barry looking closely
at the label, "changing room maybe?"

"Cor.. d'you think so?"

For a full five minutes they sat on the edge of the bed, surrounded by
Brian's white underwear. After much sniffing and a full inspection of the
old underpants they decided that they were probably what he used to wear in
junior school. Unable to resist, the remainder of Brian's underwear were
then subjected to the same intense scrutiny for traces of semen leaving
both boys with raging erections and knowing there was only one real course
of action left.

"So now we knows about our Brian," said Robbie as he sniffed the briefs
once again, "but wot about you? So wot colour pants you got on today?"

"Guess!" said Barry grinning.

"Well I knows you got, red, blue, black and white so.. so, you stand up in
front of me and I'll guess." Robbie ran a hand around his behind.

"Don't tickle, yer meant to be guessing!" Barry started giggle. "Go on, get
it right and I might let you do something!"

"Uumm.. red?"

"No."

"Black?"

"Nah."

"White then?"

"No."

"Hang on, got an idea, gotta check something." it was Robbie's turn to
giggle. He began tracing the outline on the elastic all around Barry's
bottom and tried to reach up the leg of the shorts to feel the unmistakable
lump at the front.

"Wot you doing, yer pulling me shorts up me ass!" exclaimed the delighted
Barry as the material cut into him.

"Got it!" said Robbie feeling the cotton encasing Barry's balls, "These is
definitely them bikini ones, so they's gotta be yer blue ones `cause that's
the only colour left."

"No!" Barry burst out laughing. "How can you tell the colour by feeling me
willy!"

"Well!" Robbie was laughing as well by now and had finally managed to push
his hand under the elastic to stroke the hairless scrotum.

"They're yellow!"

"Wot, yellow! You bloody cheat!"

"Me mum got me some more, so we all got 'em now, me big brother Terry and
even dad."

"Wot yellow?" asked Robbie in disbelief, unable to contemplate his own
father in yellow underpants.

"Yeah, I `spose we have now."

"Cor, your mums good, wish mine was like that." said Robbie wistfully,
envisaging wearing the mundane white Woolworths underwear for the rest of
his like.

"It ain't just you mind, `cause that's wot all the kids at school have
said, I think I'm the only one who ain't wearing white." said Barry rather
proudly, "Come on, pull me shorts down, you can have proper look and rub me
willy!"

Robbie needed no second invitation. Moments later was sat on the bed with
Barry standing in front between his open legs, shorts around his ankles and
the tenting yellow briefs temptingly only inches in front of his face.

"Got another idea."

Robbie turned round to reach inside Brian's bedding and pulled out some
green striped pyjamas which had carefully been rolled into a ball. Barry
smiled and eagerly stretched hands out to take them.

"Wot's the bet, if you unroll 'em you'll find something worth sniffing in
the middle?" Robbie grinned, knowing from when he had shared his room it
was one of the ways that Brian tried to keep cum stains off the sheets.

"Oh shit, they's still damp!" Barry's eyes lit up as he slowly unravelled
the trousers, put them to his face and inhaled deeply, he looked at Robbie,
"Must be from this morning!"

"I guessed it. Get sniffing.. and licking!"

Robbie grinned and leant forward to take the tenting yellow cotton in his
mouth as Barry sighed in delight and tentatively licked at the pyjamas. The
yellow cotton of his briefs turning darker as Robbie began sucking hard on
the head of the thin, hard circumcised member that was trying to escape.

It was a very hot and sweaty Brian who returned home having had to walk to
the cycle shop and back to buy a new puncture repair kit. On returning home
he wasn't surprised to see the car to have gone from outside the house as
he knew his father was going to be reluctantly dragged off to visit a
furniture shop. However, he was mildly intrigued to see that the car had
been replaced by Barry's green bike which was now resting inside the garden
against the front wall.

Intrigued, because he already knew how uninhibited that Barry was
particularly if together with Robbie, his immediate thoughts were of
catching them doing something rather naughty together on being alone in the
house. Understandably, it didn't take very long from seeing the bike and
having imaginary flashes of what could be happening to know he was already
getting an erection.

Feeling rather excited, instead of slamming the front gate as usual he
tiptoed to the front door and very quietly put his key in the lock, inside
the hall he listened. Noises were definitely coming from somewhere
upstairs, a faint giggling and the odd thump on the floor. Silently putting
the puncture outfit on the bottom step and rearranged his growing cock
inside his briefs he started to creep up the stairs. However, on reaching
the first floor landing he found himself rather confused as it seemed the
noises were not coming from Robbie's room as he expected, but his own
bedroom!

"Cor that was quick!" Robbie's voice sounded slightly muffled through the
half closed door.

"Well, don't stop.." squeaked Barry before taking what sounded like a very
deep breath, "just... just..  keep rubbing!"

"Are you... aawwhhhh... oohhhh!... I amm..." Robbie voice tailed off.

"And me... if.. if you keep going!" Barry voice was going up the octave in
excitement.

"I... I... oh... ..ooohh.. it... it.. tingles... oohhhhh... aarrgghhhhh!"

"You.. you've... cum... already?" croaked Barry sounding rather surprised
at Robbie's almost instant dry orgasm.

"Ooooh.. I think so!"

"Well I ain't! So don't stop.. keep.. keep...I.. I'mm.. oohhh
shit.. ohhh..." continued Barry excitedly, "Now I... I...am.."

Brian listened in amazement, what on earth were they doing? It could only
be what he had hoped they would be doing. But why in his room? With one
hand down the front of his shorts and cupping his erection he crept towards
the open door of Robbie's room, peering in through the crack between the
door and the frame he satisfied himself that the room was indeed empty of
life.

So, they had to be in his bedroom. But why his room?

Looking at the half open door across the landing it seemed as though he
could probably see what they were doing just as he had managed to do at
Robbie's door. Moving slowly over with his heart beginning to beat rapidly
he reached the door. As he had guessed the gap between door and jamb
yielded the perfect view, although it was not to be quite what he had
expected to see!

Fully aroused from hearing the excited conversation, by the time he was
standing behind the door the hand down the front of his underpants was very
actively engaged. Pushing his face close to the edge of the door he wasn't
entirely unprepared to see the two boys lying slide by side on the edge of
the bed and masturbating each other. However, he certainly wasn't prepared
for the shock of seeing that Barry was wearing on his head the briefs that
had been used as a cumrag, neither to see Robbie with his head buried
inside the green striped pyjama trousers! Both their legs hung down to the
floor, Robbie shorts crumpled around his ankles caught on his shoes whereas
Brian's shorts and yellow briefs had been kicked off and were lying on the
floor.

And, as if taking delight in the exposure of Brian's most embarrassing
nocturnal masturbatory rituals wasn't enough, the two boys were surrounded
by what looked like the entire content of his underwear drawer which had
been scattered over the semen stained bedding. Blissfully unaware they were
being watched they continued to giggle and sniff at Brian's emissions
whilst masturbating each other, working on Barry's theory that if they just
kept rubbing they would continue to climax, so far the score was a draw at
one all!

On seeing that his privacy had been violated, Brian was positively
apoplectic and stood there for several seconds unable to move. In fact
though, he didn't know how to deal with the situation since he was torn
between a very strange combination of anger tempered with an incredible
sexual desire to go and join them!

After a minute or so his blood pressure came down sufficiently to allow him
to peer through the crack again, with the red mist clearing from his eyes
he took in the detail of what they were doing. First he mentally compared
the size of their cocks to his own and not being that well endowed himself
saw that there wasn't really much in it, but naturally he couldn't admit to
that! Next he stared at Barry's cock which was partly obscured by the blur
of Robbie's hand and noted he too had been circumcised. Judging by the
noises Barry was making it sounded as though another climax was imminent,
would he then be putting the tantalising yellow briefs back on and going
home or staying for more?

The truth was Brian knew well, he really wanted to invite himself to their
game. Now his anger had subsided he realised it was no good bursting in and
frightening them, he needed some clever plan to keep them under his
control. But what? Then he saw it, lying right there on the small table he
used as a desk, it was the key to everything and would also allow him to
draw on a fantasy he had not even told his closest friends about!

Even whilst still formulating the plan in his mind he prepared to make a
rather grand theatrical entrance and giving his hard cock one last squeeze
through his shorts, took a deep breath and threw open the door.

"Wot the... wot the bleeding hell are you doing in here!"

"Oohh ffffuu.." came Barry's strangulated reply.

Knowing they were alone in the house Brian took the opportunity to shout
and stamp about. The element of surprise was definitely on his side and
with much theatrical shaking hands both boys were very shaken and scrabbled
to remove their semen encrusted headgear to see who it was.

"Wot the fuck are you doing?" roared Brian again, "Fucking hell, them's my
pants you got on yer head!"

Barry was white with fear and visibly shaking, Robbie who had never ever
seen his brother so mad didn't know what to do and resorted to his usual
posture when in trouble of firmly closed his eyes and hoping it was all a
bad dream.

"We... uummm.. I... ummm.. oohhh.. ffuucckkkk..." Barry faltered to a stop
and tried to cover his now wilted erection with his hands.

Staring at them as he strode around the room, Brian was looking to all
intents and purposes as though he was on the verge of committing murder.

"Wot are these, they yours?" he demanded picking up the yellow briefs and
looking at Barry.

"Yes... yess.."

"They're mine now!" Brian pushed them in his pocket, he felt them nestle up
against his hard cock though his pocket. "You.. you.. dirty little
fucker.. now you've stolen my pants, well you can have 'em and you can
fuckin' wear `em!"

"No...no please.. me mum.." Barry sounded as close to tears, "she'll wanna
know.."

"Your problem." Brain turned away before he burst out laughing, "And fuck
yer mum an' all! This'll teach you a fuckin' lesson! You can't go round
doing and stealing stuff like this! You little wankers!"

"Brian.." Robbie's plaintive voice came from the bed.

"And fuck you as well!"

"Wot.. wot.. you gonna do.." asked Barry clutching his new semen stained
briefs.

"I gonna have to tell me mum, I ain't seen nothing like this before. You
two is fuckin' disgusting, wanking each other and that..." he waited,
nothing like a pregnant pause to get a reaction.

"No.. no! Please!" Robbie suddenly found his voice and sat bolt upright
looking almost as white as a Brian's semen stained sheets.

"Please, please.. no, no, don't." shrilled Barry in
terror. "But... `cause.. well, she's know's my mum and... then,
then.. she'd tell her!"

"Yeah, then they'd all know you was wanking and wot you was wanking over
wouldn't they? My fuckin' clothes!"

Brian already knew that the two mother's were friends. He glanced between
them, Robbie already had tears in his eyes never having seen Brian so
mad. Soon they'd be doing anything he wanted, but he had better pull back a
bit and not reduce them to tears.

"No.. no... we ain't never done it before..." croaked Barry, "honest.. we
ain't.. have we?"

"No.." Robbie rubbed his eyes. "Brian.. please... we didn't mean
nothing'.."

"I dunno, you needs punishing somehow," he paused hoping they would take
the bait, "you can't go round doing this fuckin' wanking stuff with other
kids pants, you're like little fuckin' perverts. Have you done it before?"

"Wot's a.. a pervert?" asked Robbie inanely.

"It's wot you is!"

"I've looked at me brothers stuff.." blurted out Barry in the heat of the
moment.

"I could tell him as well then!"

"No.. no! Please! Anything, anything but that!" screamed Barry in absolute
panic.

"Well, I dunno..." Brian looked at them, naked from the waist down with
white bodies and not an erection in sight. Very, very tempting!

"Well, wot then? So come on then tell me, wot d'you think should happen to
you then, if I don't tell mum?"

Barry looked at Robbie, they had been given their escape route.

"I know wot to do," said Brian before they'd had a chance to reply, "d'you
wanna take my punishment or I'll tell mum? Up to you."

"You." croaked Barry, he looked round at Robbie for moral support who
frantically nodded in agreement.

"He knows I don't bear no grudges or nothing," Brian waved a finger at
Robbie, "so once it's done it's all forgot and nobody says nothing to
nobody. Right? Got it?"

"Right." said first Barry then Robbie.

"Good."

Barry looked more than relieved that neither his mother nor brother were
going to involved. He looked again at the old Y-fronts he was
clutching. "But.. these is too big for me... wot about me yellow pants?"

"Well, wot about 'em?" Brian grinned, "I got mine and you got your's now,
it's a fair swop innit?"

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Chap 91 to follow