Date: Wed, 19 Jun 2019 18:37:57 +0100
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Bog Off - chapter 19

Bog off!

Authors note: All the usual caveats and dire warnings apply so you read
this at your peril. Naturally, no representation of any person, animal,
vegetable or mineral is intended, yet should you recognise yourself at some
point in the story in conjunction with any of the aforementioned just think
yourself very, very lucky to be included!

As ever all comments, ideas, suggestions, good bad or indifferent always
welcome and my apologies in advance for any typo's you may spot.

Tom
email: amias09@fastmail.fm


>>>>> Health Warning: I feel obliged to point out that under no
circumstances can this story be described as subtle, it is written very
much tongue in cheek and relies on humour, if not decidedly black humour
for it to deliver - so beware, some situations and characters will
undoubtedly appear quite gross!

Ergo, should you desire something of a far more erudite and sophisticated
nature, I can but recommend my highly acclaimed "Brief Encounters" and "The
Lab Technician" series.
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Chapter 19 – The geography lesson


A measurement of some two desks to the rear plus a couple of chair legs to
the left would find Bogbrush and Kelvin sat together having just
experienced a very fulfilling history lesson, sexually that was for
otherwise they had learnt absolutely nothing of any historical importance,
sod all in fact. Aroused as he was, Bogbrush had decided he was in enough
of a mess already and would therefor forgo a second cumming in the lesson,
instead making himself available to Kelvin should he require a helping
hand, finger or anything else. Fulfilling was indeed the very word, for in
that sense Kelvin had by some physiological miracle managed to stay erect
and therefore keep the over burdened condom in position.

However, being Kelvin meant that being erect could only lead to one thing
and as a measure of his stamina and seminal recharge powers, he had with
Bogbrush's help somehow managed to inject even more semen into the
distended preventative. In actual fact it had taken most of the lesson with
Kelvin slumped beneath the desk and under cover, through the open fly
Bogbrush's hand had secured the bloated condom around the base of the shaft
whilst Kelvin manipulated the foreskin to great effect. The operation
having taken up most of the lesson gave Bogbrush a chance to think,
allowing him to finally work out in addition to urination there was
unsurprisingly yet another major flaw in Kelvin's grand condom scheme.

"Kelv, yer makes bleeding gallons of cum don't yer," he whispered as he
started to suck his fingers clean, "so if yer things full up, well ain't it
gonna slip off yer willy when yer gets up off yer chair?"

"Nah, not if me willy's still hard and even if it do go a bit soft I's sure
me pants will hold it." said Kelvin confidently having put his faith in the
power of Mr Spiderman's aging elastic to restrain the burgeoning
prophylactic.

"Yer don't thinks us oughta go in the bog and empty it before the next
lesson, us could have piss as well?"

"Nah, be fine wunnit, anyway's I's don't needs no piss, us can piss at
dinner break can't us?" Kelvin looked around. "So let's just sit yer and
watch who's playing with theyselves under the desk like us always do's."

"Well if yer happy then, alright." Bogbrush remained unconvinced having
already had a premonition that something dreadful augured, though he knew
not what.

"So wot's next then, geography ain't it?" asked Kelvin, who on the contrary
had convinced himself all was under control and his plan was indeed going
to plan.

"Yeah, I thinks so, that's another gert waste of bleeding time innit?"
Bogbrush consulted his dog-eared timetable. "Only good thing is we's don't
have to move, we's in here in the same room."

"Cor, that's good innit." Kelvin having already dismissed the subject as a
total irrelevance he looked idly around until the lesson bell rang which
immediately prompted him to start thinking of food and baked beans in
particular. "Hope's they's got gert loads of chips and beans `cause I's
gert hungry."

"Well I's going for a piss even if yer's staying." Bogbrush noisily pushed
his chair back. "I's gotta couple of minutes."

"Alright, I'll wait."

Sitting back in his chair Kelvin contentedly pressed on his trousers, it
felt good for his erection almost seemed as though it were being held in a
liquid suspension within the condom. Unfortunately, as yet the
ramifications of any seminal seepage into his pubic hair had not even been
considered.

In the toilet Bogbrush had waited until all the other boy's had left before
facing the stainless steel urinal and pushing one hand inside his trousers
started to extract his erection from the leg opening since fly of the
Guptha's International briefs had of course been sewn-up by mistake. Well
used to ejaculating in his underpants, this time it seemed that something
had gone awry for he had produced an exceptionally large load so they were
so sodden the front of his trousers was becoming wet from absorption.

"D'yer wanna feel me cock?"

"Who? Wot? Fuck off!"

Startled he looked to his right to see Joel now standing next to him, his
fly open, a very tempting if not over large erection poking out with a
finger and thumb deftly manipulating the foreskin.

"I's gonna cum, yer gonna do it with us?" Joel looked round. "Ain't nobody
about is 'em and us did say us'd do something didn't us?"

"Ooh fuck yeah!" Bogbrush's cock lurched upwards, after all the time spent
playing with Kelvin it seemed the only logical thing to do to relieve the
pressure. "We doing each others?"

"Yeah, each others!" Joel made a grab a Bogbrush. "Fucking hell Bogs, yer
pants is all wet with cum?"

"Shut up! Don't remind us!"

"That's when yer did it with Kelv then innit? Wish I'd been there."

"Cor wot's they pants yer got on?" Bogbrush had wasted no time in bending
over to inspect Joel's underwear. "They looks all bleeding pink like!"

"Why wot's yer got on?"

Bogbrush sidestepped Joel's question and again bend over to take in the
sight of the fairly average sized appendage sprouting from Joel's trousers,
it was the inside of the fly that caught Bogbrush's attention as it
appeared edged in a pale pink colour.

"Oh, uumm..  it's only some old ones I thinks. Why wot's yer got on then?"

Joel also carefully avoided a direct answer knowing that he was wearing his
older sisters panties, something that would happen if he knew he did not
have to change for games, for the feel of the thin, tight nylon really
turned him on.

"Oh, bleeding usual Guptha's stuff, horrible fucking colour ain't they!"
said Bogbrush pulling out a semen stained sample of turquoise from the
fly. "Let's do this quick like before we's caught."

The conversation continued in a stilted manner as each became more excited
and took a more detailed interest in the others cock as they rubbed
away. As ever the moment did not last long with Bogbrush ejaculating
shortly before Joel, then both taking the opportunity to lick their
hands. Embarrassed at having so readily consumed Joe's semen, Bogbrush
broke the silence as he stuffed his unruly cock back inside his trousers.

"Joel, us said us'll do something, so when's we gonna do a bit more than
wank?"

"Oh, wot? Yeah." for all Joel's bluster he was now being called upon to put
his money where his mouth was and had now realised that Bogbrush was way
ahead in terms of sexual experience, especially with Kelvin.

"We could screw each other, couldn't us?" Bogbrush looked him in the
eye. "I's really got a fucking taste for something up me bum, so wot's
think?"

"Yeah," Joel swallowed, "yeah, alright then, but where's us gonna do it
then?"

"Me mum don't come home till five some nights, would yer come round after
school one day. Wot's think?"

"Yeah, but wot about Kelv, `cause I knows yer and him's best mates and
that?"

"Well if he don't know, be alright wunnit?"

"I `spose, but I's rather yer told him, 'cause he ain't proper queer like
wot us is, is he and he's yer best mate and all that stuff ain't he?"

"Yeah, I `spose, let I think about it then."

Joel continued hoping to draw further information. "Well, `cause I means
you and him, well yer two just wanks don't yer? Don't do nothing else does
yer?"

"Well Kelv ain't queer and us all wanks a lot anyway's don't us?" Bogbrush
was equally avoiding being drawn on what happened between him and Kelvin,
seeing Joel pushing his softening cock back inside his trousers he decided
to pursue another subject. "Wot's they funny pink pants yer got on then, I
ain't never seen they before? Let's have a butchers."

"They's.. uumm.." flushed, Joel looked away, his cock started to harden
again. "they's.."

"I knows," Bogbrush smiled, so that was Joel's secret. "they's for girls
ain't they?"

"Fuck! Yer won't say nothing will yer.. please.." he looked ashen, it was
definitely not something to be broadcast around, "Bogs, yer won't tell will
yer?"

"Nah... so wot they like then.. to wear like?" he was now fully erect
again. "Where d'yer get 'em?"

"Pinched 'em off me older sister." still flushed, Joel fiddled with the
fly. "They's all small and tight, so thin it's like yer ain't wearing none
and if yer cums in `em it just goes straight through."

"Can yer get us a pair then?"

"Wot!"

"Steal a pair for us then, I's really like to try 'em or... or.."

"Or wot?" Joel didn't want to admit it, but he was very excited that
Bogbrush had taken such an interest in one of his fetishes.

"Could us... well," Bogbrush grinned, "well `spose, uumm.. us swopped over
in the dinner break we, we could swop back tomorrow! Wot's think?"

"Yuk! But yer's is all cummy!"

"Yeah, but yer really likes that don't yer? Turns yer on dunnit? I's knows
yer!"

"I's `spose." Joel blushed. "And.. can I cum in 'em?"

"Do wot yer want in `em mate, `cause I's be doing it in yer's!"

Joel was never going to turn down such an offer and nodded in agreement
just as the lesson bell started to ring.

"Don't say nothing about us doing something, I'll tell Kelv later."

"Yer won't say about me pants though will yer?" Joel added quickly.

"Nah, but.. oh shit, I just had a thought, is you about Saturday morning
`cause I knows where us could go and then us wouldn't have to wait till me
mum were out."

"Where?"

"There'll be somebody else there, but he's a dirty fucker so yer'll fucking
enjoy it!" Bogbrush grinned. "Yer can go up his bum or he'll go up yer's,
wotever yer wants!"

"Oh fuck!" Joel looked at him, his bluff had been called and there was no
escape.

"Don't worry I'll sort it out with Kelv."




General Studies. Such lessons generally considered was a complete waste of
time for none of the pupils were interested in studying much other than
what was between their legs. Conversely some might show an interest in the
consuming the products of the tobacco or the brewing industry, petty crime
was quite popular, but whatever was meant to be achieved generally never
was.

Understandably, in Connor's case such lessons were generally doomed to be
an abject failure for whilst he might see there could just possibly be some
advantage in the acquiring the skills of reading or writing, he simply
didn't bother. Whereas, even the ultra basic topics of General Studies such
as very simple arithmetic for shopping, especially the simplified version
specifically for the likes of class 2E were effectively in the stratosphere
and way above his head.

Being the last lesson of the morning he was feeling decidedly frisky and
couldn't wait until the dinner bell sounded which would set him free to
rush of to the toilet and indulge in what he did best, just as he had at
the mid-morning break. Naturally, in anticipation he already had an
erection and made no pretence of hiding his light under a bushel or even
his huge cock under the desk, so with his trousers tenting obscenely he
settled down to some gentle pocketless pocket manipulation.

Farty who having arrived a little late after a typically gaseous trip to
the toilets had been directed to sit in the only vacant seat in the rear
corner of the room next to Connor. Most male teachers allowed him to sit
there out of the way for he was not really a disruptive influence, more
that he would amuse himself as only he could and as long as they didn't
actually see anything happening they would leave well alone.

"Was yer late `cause yer been wanking?" asked Connor immediately jumping to
the wrong conclusion and checking the front of Farty's trousers for an
erection.

"Wot?"

It wasn't the subtlest opening to such an intimate conversation, but the
only topic ever on Connor's tiny mind. Yet after recent sexual forays with
his sister and Jason, it was for Farty a very welcome comment and as it
opened a sexual avenue which had to be fully explored.

"Was yer wanking?"

"I was having a piss," it was time for the new style uninhibited Farty to
start the ball rolling and lead Connor down the avenue, "why, yer been
wanking again?"

"In the break yeah, d'yer do it then?"

"Nah, might do dinner time, is yer?"

"Oh fuck yeah!" Connor, to whom the adjective inhibited had never applied,
he nudged Farty, "Hey, feel me willy!"

"Wot now?" the ball wasn't so much rolling as running away.

"Give us yer hand."

It wasn't an option, more confirmation that his cock was indeed huge for
his age. Farty looked down to see his hand dragged in the direction of
Connor's gaping trouser pocket.

"Fuck!" he looked at Connor in total surprise. "There ain't no pocket at
all.. it's only the bit on the outside!"

"Good, innit!" Connor grinned. "I done 'em both so's I's can wank
anywhere!"

The joyous surprises didn't stop there for Connor's Guptha's International
yellow with added yellowing semen stained underpants were soaking wet and
possessed a wonderful slimy feel now filled to bursting with his enormous
cock.

"Shit! It's bloody big innit," gasped Farty, "I's seen it in the
playground, it's, it's.."

"It's fucking great innit?" confirmed it's proud owner. "Why don't yer wank
us off now yer got yer hand inside and I's do yer after if yer wants."

"It's fucking big!" repeated Farty not really listening as he set about the
daunting task of just getting his hand around the clammy shaft. "Wank yer
in yer pants?"

"Yeah, fucking fill 'em right up!"




All of a corridor distant the geography lesson of class 4G was going as
expected, slowly, lurching inexorably towards the midday break with more
than a hint of boredom. Try as he may Mr Oliver, the teacher was finding it
very heavy going although on the plus side at least the class were
moderately quiet even if there were some whispered conversations running in
parallel with the lesson.

As also to be expected, after their coupling earlier in the toilet Bogbrush
and Kelvin had done little other than talk about sex in one form or another
throughout the lesson. Whilst Bogbrush could allow his erection to subside,
Kelvin still equipped with his condom was duty bound to keep his hard which
naturally could only mean thing. So, despite the absolute surfeit of semen
that he had already produced he convinced himself that he could manage the
act once more before allowing himself the luxury of a pee during the dinner
break.

Consequently, Bogbrush's very pleasant daydream of future anal invasions by
Kelvin's organ was rudely interrupted by a nudge in ribs. "I want's to cum
again, can yer hold it on like last time?"

"Oh for fuck's sake Kelv, yer'll wear the bleeding thing out, is yer sure?"
Bogbrush looked at him. "Yer'll fucking break it or something, how many
times is that today?"

"Uumm.." his brain tried to keep up with fingers on his hands, he gave up,
"I thinks it's five since I's got outta bed!"

"That'll be six then wunnit with yer one in bed!"

"`spose could be." the brain cells whirred momentarily then ground to a
halt.

"Wot a daft fucker yer is, yer'll fucking hurt it, I means us all likes a
quick couple of wanks, but this is getting fucking silly now!" said
Bogbrush knowing full well that whatever he said the lump in Kelvin's
trousers always attracted him like a magnet.

"Yeah, well just get yer hand in me pocket and hold it on when I does the
business."

"Alright, but yer gotta let it have a gert rest then and take that fucking
Johnny off before yer willy all shrivels up. Right?"

"Yeah, alright.. now shut up and get yer bleeding hand in there like yer
did before!"

If only Bogbrush could practice what he preached. As soon as his hand was
inside and had grasped the rubberised shaft rising from the slimy bush of
pubic hair below his own cock had all but fully hardened to mark the
occasion.

"Ooh.. quick, get on with it `cause the lessons half over anyhow."

Having now realised that Bogbrush was quite right and not yet wishing to
admit it, Kelvin who had been rubbing away for a few minutes and was
getting worried. Worried, because he was having problems coaxing his
utterly exhausted testicles to even acknowledge they were due to perform
again. Plus, had his cock not been suspended in the revolting accumulation
of seminal fluid by now it would have been rubbed raw. However, by some
miracle of misspent youth after some ten minutes of continuous action and
just when he was about to admit defeat something happened, well at least he
thought something had happened. His cock shuddered, his balls went into
spasm and he slid even further under the desk pulling Bogbrush's hand out
of the fly as he did so.

"Yer's cum then?" asked Bogbrush, delighted to release his grip and have
his fingers back to lick. "Quick wunnit after all that other wanking yer's
done?"

"Fucking said I's do it didn't us?" replied Kelvin not wishing to admit
that even by his excessive standards this had taken matters well above his
normal range of orgasmic endurance. Whilst he may have felt he had
ejaculated, somehow it didn't feel quite the same as normal and now his
cock certainly felt rather strange.

"Bet yer willy hurts a bit now don't it?" Bogbrush grinned. "Thing is,
yer's got me all hard thinking about doing it again!"

"Wait for dinner time then and us can go in the bog and do something
together."

"Yeah alright, I's really gonna have a gert wank then, is yer gonna watch
or try again?"

Kelvin just nodded, now very worried that he might have injured
himself. That was something he did not want to admit too, especially as he
was now having difficulty in keeping his erection, for if that were to go
flaccid the resultant deluge would be quite catastrophic. Closing his eyes
in order to stimulate his matters he tried to visualise lewd, perverted
sexual acts with a star cast comprising Jason, Brett, Cilla, Luke and
Bogbrush. It was though to be a pointless exercise for the situation was
about to rapidly change.

In front of the class Mr Oliver had tired of essentially talking to himself
and decided to involve the pupils in a little geographic quiz. However,
there was a slight problem in that the large pull-down world map that was
fixed above the blackboard had been damaged some ham-fisted pupils and now
needed some support to be used at all.

"Right, you lot we're going to have a little interactive quiz." he looked
around the room at the startled faces, some startled because they didn't
know what interactive meant or others having realised they may have to do
something involving their brains, the groans and objections quickly
started.

"Right, that's enough, quiet," he looked around the room, "now yesterday
some idiot managed to break the brackets that hold the map so now I need
two volunteers to support it."

Typically, nobody volunteered and instead they either looked at each other,
the desk or continued to play with themselves.

"Right, volunteers then, strange how you all look away isn't it?" smiling
he again looked around having decided to select the most detached pupils
from the lesson, "Norman I saw your hand go up didn't I and.."

"No, no's I's didn't!" interrupted a shocked Norman who's hand was in his
trouser pocket doing what it usually did so it couldn't possibly have gone
up, unlike his very average cock.

"Well never mind, it'll do you good!"

Shocked at being summoned Norman even took his hand out of his pocket and
put his erection inducing daydream on pause. Generally speaking he was a
quiet boy and whilst not adverse to pleasures of the flesh, all such
pleasures were still in a solo capacity. Although he had not told anybody,
he had been propositioned the previous week by the predatory Joel and had
yet to defeat his attack of first-time nerves which were currently blocking
his path to a mutual groping and later, possibly even a mutual orgasmic
heaven.

"And I'm sure I saw your hand go up as well as well, didn't I Kelvin?"

"It weren't his hand that went up!" observed a mystery voice to much
laughter.

"Fucking sod off!" hissed Kelvin.

"Fucking hell!" hissed Bogbrush to the semi-comatose Kelvin. "Yer's gotta
go out the front and do something!"

"Ah, fuck off, yer joking!"

The semi-comatose Kelvin was far more concerned that his flagging erection
would totally flag before the end of the lesson and so present him with a
very unexpected seminal disaster. Naturally for Kelvin it would be of an
unimaginable, disgustingly sperm orientated flood of enormous, utterly
repulsive magnitude.

"Hello, hello, Kelvin, are you with us today?" enquired Mr Oliver unaware
of Kelvin's condom predicament and having thought his earlier entrance with
his giant erection erectus being just about par for course in the general
run of adolescent life.

"I's `spect he's been `aving a J Arthur!" the mystery voice brought roars
of laughter.

"That's enough of that, now come on Kelvin and you Norman, up here now."

"I's fucking told yer so get up, this ain't no fucking joke!" reiterated
Bogbrush who in desperation poked him in the ribs. "Now fucking wake up and
get up there now!"

"Nah, nah, fuck it, I's, I's can't do that!" so rudely shaken from his
thoughts Kelvin had sat bolt upright, just as an astute rabbit might on
seeing a loaded twelve-bore.

"Ah Kelvin, so you are now with us again then?" said Mr Oliver. "Good, come
on you two... Norman, Kelvin up here and I'll show you what to do, it's all
very simple."

Sitting bolt upright had been something of a mistake. For Kelvin's cock
been slowly softening, but by a lucky turn of fate had not allowed the
obnoxious juices to escape from the condom, although the sudden movement
had now partially displaced it.

"Oh.."

Prodded by Bogbrush until he got to his feet and was quite obviously not at
all enthusiastic about moving even a few inches away from the safety of the
desk.

"Come on boys, hurry up."

Norman was slowly moving towards the front of the class and hoping that his
very average protuberance wouldn't be noticed. It wouldn't, well only under
very close scrutiny by someone of lesser proportions than even Dave or
Luke.

"Cor, I reckon's old Norm got hard, ain't seen he walk that before!"
whispered Luke to Dave, seated quite near the front and having recently
taken to the very addictive occupation of erection spotting had a really
good view. "Ain't a big `un is it?"

"I's hard now, d'yer wanna feel it, put yer hand under the desk!" replied
the sexually liberated Dave. "Yer can wank us off it yer wants, through me
special pocket!"

"Kelvin we're waiting, it's not that bad, you only have to hold the map
up." called out Mr Oliver as a very, very, very reluctant figure shambled
towards the front.

"Yeah, yeah alright, hold yer fucking water!" muttered Kelvin under his
breath.

Desperately trying not make any sudden moves he sensed that during his
short walk the condom had all but slipped off the end of his cock. Yet, by
some miracle it had wedged itself beneath his testicles and the infamous
Spiderman briefs, amazingly it managed to still contain it's repulsive
cargo. There weren't many in the class who could jealously resist looking
to see if he were erect and that in itself brought many whispered comments
to the effect that rarely had he been seen without an erection!

"Good, that wasn't too painful now was it boys?"

"No.. Sir." they mumbled very unenthusiastically looking very, very
embarrassed.

"Right, stand one either side of the blackboard," Mr Oliver indicated as he
talked, "I'll pull the map down and you simply support the brackets above
your head while we get some of your classmates up to indicate where places
are in the world."

Thoughts of having to stand in front the class and indicate where countries
were on a map immediately produced a deathly silence, for if the truth were
told the majority of the pupils wouldn't even know where Britain was! As Mr
Oliver had rightly assumed even the mere thought the proposed exercise had
quickly reduced the usually more vocal members of the class to silence.

"Right, I'll get the map started, you two just support it, it's not heavy
at all, ready?"

The boys watched and at the appropriate moment reached up to take the
weight and as they had been told it wasn't at all heavy, it just required
support. For them the real problem was more a question of fashion rather
than action, for standing with arms stretched up above their heads meant
that their trousers sagged down and their shirts pulled out. It was the two
fashion conscious girls in the front row, Debbie and Shirley that first
started the giggling which soon spread through the entire class. Treated to
a close up view of some three inches of Spiderman briefs above Kelvin's
bulging, spunk stained trousers and at least four inches of Guptha's
International imitation ribbed, white Y-fronts protruding from Norman's
they pointed and started giggling uncontrollably.

Kelvin though was not finding it at all amusing. Far from it, for something
was badly, not to say catastrophically amiss for he sensed that Spiderman
was suddenly feeling rather wet, cold and clammy. Knowing he hadn't wet
himself and not daring to look down, instead he prayed it wasn't what he
thought it was. But, obviously it was. And, easily confirmed by the ominous
dark patch on the front of his trousers spreading rapidly.

"Oi Shirl," gasped Debbie between much giggling, pointing and with ever
increasing levels of moisture in her nether regions, "yer look, I knows yer
don't like him, but he's got a bleeding gert cock hadn't him? I's thinks
that he's cum or he's pissed his pants!"

"Ooh.. that be a lotta cum if he's cum!"

Shirley who had lost, well actually gave away, her virginity when she was
barely twelve and had since become something of compulsive female onanist,
leaned forward with one hand hidden beneath the desk prodding at her very
juicy, juicy bits. With a libido matched by Debbie neither could ever be
said to be shy of touting their wares.

"Wot yer doing? Yer ain't is yer?" continued Debbie excitedly.

"Yeah, sorta!" gasped Shirley in between some sloppy fingering. "Hey, I's
dreamed the other night of a bleeding gert cock like that! But, yer's right
`cause I's don't likes him, but I'd get inside they Spiderman kiddies pants
of his and wank him off right now if I's could!"

"Yer a dirty cow!" Debbie giggled. "Yer's been using that bloody candle
again ain't yer! He always stinks of cum don't he, looks like he's been
wanking now don't he?"

Debbie was indeed correct, that not only was Shirley a dirty cow with a
large candle, but that Kelvin also over indulged in self-abuse and
frequently stank of congealing semen. Shirley though was currently
transfixed by the state of his trousers, with her fingers continuing to
play with the contents of her soggy Guptha's International girly style
panties under the desk.

"Yer look Deb's, he's getting real fucking hard, look at him quick, cor
it's getting bigger as I's watches!"

"Ooh fuck," whispered Dave a row back, "Luke, keep going I's cumming soon!"

"Yeah.. yeah," grunted Luke, finding that attending to Dave in class was
tremendous turn on especially with the risk factor involved, so arousing in
fact that he might well ejaculate himself without actually masturbating.

"Look... he's got really hard now!" it was the mystery voice again.

"Wish mine were that big!" gasped Dave.

And, he wasn't the only one think that!

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Chapter 20 to follow