Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2013 16:22:02 +0000 From: tom Subject: Brief encounters Chap 114 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 #################################################################### >>>> Whooops - I seem to have a lost a week somewhere! So sorry about the extra week's wait, I should be back on fortnightly posting from now on!!! #################################################################### Chapter 114 – I think I've sat in some shit! Charles said nothing in response to David's leading question. Of course he wanted to take up David's offer of mutual masturbation, but his very proper upbringing wouldn't quite allow himself to say so. Yet! Instead he studied the artistic efforts which decorated the cubicle walls and focused on a very crude depiction of an enormous penis, the accompanying text suggesting it belonged to a first year boy appropriately called Roger who was available for unspecified acts in exchange for half a Mars bar and a packet of Smiths crisps. "I don't think he is do you?" "I don't reckon he even knows he's being offered." replied David casually. "If mine were that big I'd wanna a bloody box of crisps not a packet!" "Well I just wish mine were as big as yours." said Charles turning away from the drawing and looking down at David who was still holding his cock. "Ah... and I wish mine was as big as Roger's!" not sure how else to reply he left it at that. Then to David's amazement for the very first time Charles actually grinned. He returned to the subject matter. "But Dave, you're quite right, my mum isn't here is she?" "No she ain't," he replied encouragingly, "but we are ain't we?" Charles nodded vigorously. Mummy could well be right about a lot of things, but couldn't control his sexual development. The sight of David standing there in his maroon school blazer and white shirt, shorts fallen around his grey socks was incredibly arousing. David looked at Charles and unashamedly squeezed his erection with his right hand holding his blue briefs away from his balls with his left. "Well, shall we do it then?" Charles swallowed hard. Having cleared the first hurdle and dispelled his mother's warnings that to play with himself was dirty had allowed him to move on, particularly now having seen how much David appeared to be enjoying himself. It was definitely time to throw both inhibition and caution to the wind. Time in fact to get some fingers on experience. "Right, you watch, follow me and keep up." David wrapped his fingers around his shaft and began rubbing it so that with each stroke the foreskin moved over the head. "We'll stick to doing our own till you've got the hang of it." "What! You don't mean we might touch each others?" asked Charles' incredulously. "You never know's yer luck!" David winked. Following David's actions it took less than a minute for Charles to master the basic technique, it was so simple he wondered why he hadn't have discovered it for himself! Soon he was smiling happily, if a little apprehensively once he realised some very strange, but rather delightful new sensations were beginning to radiate from cock. "What do I do now?" he asked without looking up, continuing to watch David's hand gradually increasing in speed. "You just keep going, that's the trick see," replied David excitedly. "you keeps going till you feels a sort of luvly tingly feeling. But, don't stop then, just keep at it till yer cock suddenly feels sorta on fire and.." "On fire! And what? What?" Charles' hand was now going like a piston in a steam engine, his body beginning to shake he looked up at David. "I got that... that tingly feeling... ohh... ohh!" "Keep going!" ordered David, his own hand now fully up to speed. "Let's see if you can cum.. oh, oh... I'm close!" In addition to wanting to know all about masturbation, although never daring to ask, there were other matters that fascinated Charles. The first rather unsurprisingly, was his adolescent urge to look and compare other cocks, but there was also something else. Unwilling to admit it, he had like many of his peers had developed an unspoken desire to see who wore what variety of underwear and investigate the stains within. At his previous school like many other boys, the spindly Charles had found the changing rooms a very threatening source of embarrassment or on the other hand, an unrivalled opportunity to satisfy his voyeuristic needs. The underwear subject was something which even the more uninhibited likes of Tom and Simon had found rather hard to acknowledge, cock watching seemed only natural whereas a full blown underwear fetish was in a different league. With such thoughts running through his mind he watched fascinated as David's speeding hand contrasted against the small blue briefs so tightly stretched just below his hairless balls. Looking down between his own legs he saw an expanse of new white cotton, the comparison between the sexy and the mundane was more than obvious. "Did, did your mum buy you those blue pants?" he suddenly blurted out unable to contain his interest. "Yer, she does things like that, she's always bought sorta fashionable stuff, she says white is old fashioned, even dad's got dark blue pants!" David smiled, delighted that he had managed in his part to push him to the verge of his first ever orgasm. "Cor," feeling more than a little hot and bothered, Charles' hand was continuing at top speed, "my mum buys dad and I matching white pants and vests." "Vests is sexy, but I don't like them gert big white pants." replied David looking at Charles' commodious underpants. "No, nor do I!" muttered Charles who's mind was now only engaging with the delicious new feelings emanating from his cock. Only then did it cross David's mind there might more to the seemingly innocent questions, surely the seemingly emotionless Charles couldn't harbour a secret fetish about underwear. Or, could he? "Do you uumm... you like looking at pants then?" "I feel all funny!" said Charles very quietly, beginning to literally wobble at the knees. "Keep rubbing, don't, don't stop!" exclaimed David excitedly watching, he leant back against the wall. "I'm... I'm.. nearly cumming... meself.. oh..." "What? Coming where?" feeling distinctly rather odd, Charles stared at David and finally in his confused state admitted. "I'd love some pant's like yours." "D'you wanna swop for the night then?" It was the last thing that David managed to say, moments later he too was trembling as his watery climax took hold. Fascinated, Charles continued to frantically masturbate as he watched David finally bring himself to ejaculation. With his foreskin drawn fully back David began to tremble and almost stopped rubbing, his cock lurched uncontrollably in his hand spurting it's few precious drops of the strange, shimmering fluid over his hand and blue briefs. "Swop?" croaked Charles, his eyes glued to the blobs on cum deposited on the blue cotton. "Swop what?" David didn't reply instead he just squeezed his cock and watched Charles swaying, his legs appeared to be giving way. Knees buckled he slid slowly down the wall to plant his bare white buttocks on the dirty cubicle floor at a level with David's dripping erection. Desperately clutching at his cock it felt as though a hot needle had just passed up it, his balls were really tingling and he was quite disorientated. "Looks like you cum dry then?" said David after a few seconds wiping his fingers on his briefs. "I did?" replied Charles very slowly looking up, his eyes now dreadfully crossed. An unfortunate phenomenon soon to be the sign of things to come. "I thinks so, you keep doing it every night and pretty soon you'll make some spunk." David grinned in a desperate effort to stop giggling at Charles appearance, the crossed eyes so huge behind the glasses which were balanced crookedly on the end of his nose. "Spunk? I will?" dazed, Charles tried to gather his senses. Looking down it was with some difficulty that he tried to focus on at his cock, not only did it feel like it would never go soft again, but there appeared to be two of them! "Yer, `course you will. Now come on we'd better get back to the lesson." David reached down about to pull his shorts up, then he stopped. "Hey, d'you wanna swop then?" "Swop what?" Charles also began to slowly stand up. The tingling feelings continued unabated leaving him unable to concentrate and definitely slowing his progress. "Well we just swops pants for the night, don't we?" David grinned. "We all does it now and again with our best mates, wanks all over 'em and then sleeps in 'em!" "You do?" the eyes were still crossed. "We do?" "Yeah, so you get to wear me pants for night and you can do what you wants in 'em." "Oh.." Charles leant against the wall and looked down. "Oh no!" "Wot? Oh don't you wanna do it?" David's face fell. "It isn't that," Charles had one hand on his buttocks, "I think I've sat in some shit!" It was the first time David had heard Charles swear. Although quite understandably so, having found his buttocks and white shirt had collected more than a few traces of whatever graced the floor! Forlornly he looked at David for moral support, it had indeed been a very eventful day. "Looks like you sat on the dirty bit!" David grinned again. "You'll be alright. Now wot about yer pants then, come on and get 'em off for me." "What! You really mean it?" he said trying to wipe his hand on the wall. "Course I do." Charles hadn't really believed David was serious about a swop. So it wasn't just a joke. "You really want my underpants?" "Yeah, I'm gonna wank all night in 'em even if they does smell of Izal!" shaking his head and laughing David pushed his own shorts and briefs to the floor and started to step out of them in readiness for the swop. It was all getting too much Charles both physically and emotionally, especially as it was still his very first day. He had been the centre of attention, not to say attraction from the moment he had arrived and now felt absolutely exhausted and very, very confused. Reaching down he held his tingling erection unsure what to do or say. Ideally he would have liked to have gone home and explored the incredible new sensations in the safety of his bedroom. It was not to be, he was still at school and to his neck in testosterone. "Look you can borrow me blue pants," continued David excitedly holding them up and prancing around naked from the waist down, "see if you can cum in 'em!" However well meaning David's intentions were to Charles it appeared there was neither no let up nor escape. Eventually the continuing sexual pressure forced his unique nervous safety valve to lift and he found himself yet again squinting through crossed eyes at David and almost on the verge of tears. "Arthur I'm so, so sorry," Mrs Wright looked up from reading the label on the bottle of surgical spirit, "they've sent me ninety and not sixty percent strength by mistake. That's why it's stung that cut so much." "But, he'll be alright?" Robin looked at the two spotty mounds one decorated with blood stains. He wondered what it would be like to run a finger between them, his cock twitched through his trousers in agreement at such a thought. "Course I bloody will, just felt like having a hot poker up me ass!" muttered Art into the sheet which covered the couch. Hearing that Robin tried not to laugh having instantly realised Art would be fine, if only more than a little embarrassed at the whole episode. "Did you say something Arthur?" Mrs Wright moved closer and leant down near Art's head. "I didn't quite catch that." "Nah," replied Art, not at all impressed by the nurse's nursing skills, "I just wondered about me bum, has it stopped bleeding yet?" "Let me have another look." Robin also wanted to have a look, preferably a really good close look. Only ever having seen his own orifice by awkwardly crouching down over his fathers concave shaving mirror on the bathroom floor, the situation appeared very promising. Did all bum holes look the same? The problem was that in order to see anything suitably titivating he would have to stand up and that meant without any underpants his erection would be very obvious. "Oohh ooww!" exclaimed Art as Mrs Wright gently prodded the skin around the cut, which for the moment did appear to have stopped bleeding. "It looks as though it's stopping, but really I think you ought to lie here to give it a chance to close up. Besides we might get these wet trousers to dry a bit." "Wot, d'you mean miss the last lesson Miss?" Art's ears pricked up. "Me trousers?" "I think so. Now," Art suddenly felt two strange hands on his legs, "it'll also give those trousers a chance to dry, I'll just pop them in the sun over there by the window." "Wot! Oh no! You ain't is you.. ooohhh!" All of three seconds later Art was yet again to be embarrassed as Mrs Wright appeared to be slowly stripping him, his shirt tail barely covered his buttocks and his briefs were even further below his knees. Just to compound matters he knew he was getting another erection, looking helplessly around he saw Robin sat near the couch and trying very hard not to laugh out loud. Mrs Wright continued, "Well it certainly needs cleaning and a plaster. I'd really like to know it's stopped bleeding before I let you go, so I do think you should stay." Robin found the sight of Art being forceably undressed very erotic and decided it was going to be to his best ever opportunity for a detailed rectal viewing. Watching Mrs Wright hang the trousers over the back of a chair he slowly started to stand up hoping the corner of his blazer would cover the front of his bulging trousers. "Oh!" Art smiled to himself still thinking of missing the last lesson for which he hadn't completed all the homework. Maybe it was worth having his bum on display if it meant he missed geography, besides he knew his way around locally so wasn't that enough! Of course, in order to take full advantage of viewing Art's bottom meant that Robin had to get close enough to see, that in turn required he stand alongside the couch. So with Mrs Wright now busying herself preparing the paraphernalia required for repairing cut buttocks, Robin moved alongside the couch and looked down at the white legs. Immediately visible were Art's red briefs, pulled well down to display the inside of the pouch and what could only be the sight of a ginormous semen stain. A vision so compelling that resistance was futile which equated to Robin being unable to resist touching the front of his trousers. With fingers pressing on his cockhead though the single thickness of grey material he peered excitedly into the unsanitary abyss between Art's fleshy buttocks. Disappointingly, without actually prising them apart there was nothing to see other than evidence of rampant acne, there was to be certainly no chance of comparing bum holes. However as a poor consolation, there were the distinct odours of surgical spirit, teenage bum and Spirit of Izal, a combined fragrance so revoltingly pungent that Robin instantly drew back. Although almost immediately he found himself returned to stand by the couch, drawn by Art's hand which had firmly grasped the front on his trousers. "Dirty sod trying to look at me bum hole!" hissed Art, his head turned sideways to look at Robin from his horizontal position. "Let go! Please!" whispered Robin looking nervously at Mrs Wright who was luckily still facing the other way and occupied with the plasters and scissors on her desk. "I can tell yer all excited `cause yer knobs all wet at the end!" observed Art rubbing his thumb rather too firmly over the piss slit. Robin inadvertently pushed himself further into Art's hand which immediately produced an even darker wet spot on the grey material. "Art, please don't," pleaded Robin, "I might cum again, please don't! Me mum'll go mad." "That'll be the fourth time today I reckon." Art licked his lips. "Wot's the most you've done in a day?" "Nearly nine!" Robin blushed. Recalling it was only three weeks ago, feeling bored on a Saturday he had literally wanking himself to a standstill. Or, at least it had certainly felt like it on the Sunday! "Same as me today then, so you'll be doing four alright!" "Won't be a minute boys." called Mrs Wright, her back still towards them. Art caught his eye and slowly released his grip, he knew only too well the power of a mothers tongue. Robin breathed a sigh of relief, albeit he was torn between the threat of parental actions and the incredible excitement generated by being groped by Art under such bizarre circumstances. "Arthur, if you turn and lie on your side I think it will be easier to clean and dress the cut." Mrs Wright advanced bearing a small tray with more cotton wool, antiseptic, scissors and sticking plaster. "Wot?" muttered Art in surprise. "On me side? Not like this on me front?" Robin had instantly guessed the reason for Art's reticence and already had his hand well on the way to nestle deep in his pocket again. "Yes please." "You sure Miss?" "Yes, quite." smiling Mrs Wright added as if to encourage him, "don't worry I've seen lots of boys undressed and I do have thirteen year old boy of my own." Art's eyes swivelled in Robin's direction to see the outline of his erection, the wet spot and fingers of his hand gently moving around the head through the pocket. There was no doubt a fourth ejaculation was now as much of a certainty as Todger was scheduled to win the forthcoming Grand National! "Honest Miss, is you sure?" repeated Art already starting to go red with embarrassment at the thought of his erection being on display. "Yes, now come on and we'll get that cut dressed." "If you say so Miss." For some inexplicable reason Art suddenly found himself really turned on by the fact he was about to expose himself to the nurse, whereas only seconds before he had been shy to say the very least. There was something incredibly erotic about lying there face down without trousers with his bum and cummy underpants on display, the feelings heightened by knowing that Robin appeared to be already leaking precum since he was as obviously turned on by the situation as Art was. "Well OK." already bright red, he swallowed hard and quickly rolled over onto his left side. "Oh no... oh!" Mrs Wright took a deep breath and tried not to look. "oh... uumm..." Robin couldn't resist rubbing himself when he realised that Art's erection wasn't just an average erection, the way it twanged into view was as if it were made of spring steel. The head was deep purple, the piss slit wet and the pubic hairs were still matted from his earlier exploits. "Is that all right Miss?" mumbled Art. It really was a very strange feeling, his embarrassment tempered by the thrill of actually exposing himself. "Sorry Miss, I can't help it!" "So I see!" Mrs Wright winced, it wasn't every day she was presented with a fifteen year old boy who looked as though he were on the verge of ejaculation. She, now as red with embarrassment as Art looked at Robin who, sporting his own unmistakable erection instantly turned equally red. "I think, I think you'd better cover it... I mean him up.." obviously flustered she gestured to Robin and pointed to the sink, "use that towel over there." "Yes Miss." Robin sounded rather hoarse and turned to get the towel, in the process displaying the copious stains and the full extent of the penile activity within his own trousers. Mrs Wright was plainly shocked and drew back, immediately looking away she wondered if there were any boys that didn't have erections. That thought made all the more poignant by the fact her own son had recently started to have wet dreams and appeared not to realise that added to his constant bedtime masturbation it was leaving it's mark on bedding and pyjamas. Quite how Mrs Wright were to broach the subject she had yet to work out, if the semen stained world of these two fifteen year old boys were anything to go by she was fighting a lost cause! "Yer Rob, could you get me hanky, it's in me trouser pocket." asked Art once the embarrassed Robin had done his best to rather awkwardly drape the towel over Art's cock, whilst managing to leave his buttocks free for medical attention. Once again Robin turned and Art's cock twitched beneath the towel as the outline of his trousers was highlighted by the light from the window. For Robin though, the thrill in holding Art's trousers and exploring the very same pockets that Art used to play with himself all day long was as good as an electric shock. The more Robin examined the various dried cum and pee stains the more excited he became. By the time he held the handkerchief and had discovered it had been blocking the hole in the pocket he was in grave danger of cumming in his trousers! "Thanks mate. You found it then?" Art winked and reached out to take if from Robin's trembling hand. "Yes.." he blushed knowing exactly what he had found, a wanking pocket and a yellowing cumrag! "Needs a bit of wash don't it?" Art giggled and watched Robin's facial expression as he examined the grubby cotton, the streaks of green snot and of course the numerous, but so very familiar looking yellowing stains. "This was on the bus last week!" whispered Art, pointing proudly to a large deposit. Robin's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he stared and tried to envisage Art boldly wanking on the bus as he journeyed home! "Arthur, just stay still a moment now." said Mrs Wright, literally giving Art all of a moments notice before attacking the cut with antiseptic. "Oooohhhhh oowwwwwww that stings!" The smile soon went from Art's face as with ruthless efficiency Mrs Wright attacked his bum with all that modern medicine could offer. Essentially to Robin it looked as though she seemed to be taking her revenge at being made so embarrassed by Art's erection. Although of course he didn't know that she also felt a little vexed having been subjected to a display of the most revolting handkerchief, which unfortunately contained the same dreadful stains as seen on her own darling son's sheets! She prayed it wasn't the shape of things to come. It was. "Oh!" exclaimed Robin in surprise at seeing Mrs Wright setting to work on Art's pimply posterior with a vengeance. He looked the other way or to be more precise he stared longingly at the bulging towel and tried to guess the number of times Art's hanky had been used as a cumrag. Mistakenly thinking he wouldn't be noticed he pushed his tenting trousers into the edge of the couch and thought the answer was probably about six. Of course, he was totally wrong as the ejaculation properties of Art's hanky weren't measured by quantity, but over time with this particular handkerchief having been in use for at least three weeks. It was used not only for Art's excesses, but also by Nigel and whoever else had inadvertently cum when they shouldn't, plus cleaning shoes, bus windows and whatever else. After several squawks and a selection of very muffled expletives from the couch, finally Mrs Wright stood back to admire her handiwork leaving Art sighing in relief. Just the one buttock looked clean and now sported a suitably impressively sized plaster in the traditional cross pattern! "There you are, all done. Now, I want you to stay here quietly and give it a chance to heal." "Right." groaned Art, the antiseptic still stinging. "Be best if you pulled up your.. your.." she paused. Somehow it seemed rather strange to say underpants when they were so tight fitting and bright red, knickers seemed far more appropriate! Never having seen a boy wear anything other than white, it really didn't appear quite right to her traditionalist mindset and most certainly not anything she would ever buy for her son to wear. "Yer, alright Miss." Art watched she headed back to wash her hands. Very half heartedly he tried to lift himself off the couch to put on a poor show of struggling and failing to pull his briefs back up. "Yer," he turned to Robin who still had his hand in his pocket pretending he hadn't been watching Art's erection waving about in the air, "yer Rob, give us hand to pull me pants back up." "You sure?" replied Robin nervously. Nervously, because he knew it would take very little to make him ejaculate and amazingly hadn't guessed that to be dressed and undressed was something which Art found an incredible turn on. "Well we're good mates ain't we?" Art beamed one of those irresistible smiles, "Come on mate, it ain't nothing you ain't seen in the changing room is it? You'd better go back to class after this and tell 'em I'm gonna be stuck. yer." Reluctantly and knowing it was a big mistake, Robin moved to the edge of the couch. Art managed a sort of press-up to lift himself in the air, his erection sticking down below with the reddened head still touching the couch. "That's it Rob," said Art encouragingly, "lean over me and put yer hands round me waist, then reach down to pull me pants up." "You sure?" mumbled Robin, even more nervously. Just the very action of putting both his arms around Art's ample waist was enough to make his cock deposit another blob of precum onto his trousers. "I'm sure it's alright!" replied Art moving just enough to keep his cock in contact with the couch. Mrs Wright turned and glanced over to see what was happening, she quickly turned back having seen Art's hanging organ poking above the couch! Very wisely she concluded it was best to keep well out of sight of the manoeuvre and just pray that he own son didn't end up as sexually charged as these two. Which of course he probably would as all the signs pointed to it, particularly those on his bedding! With the bodily contact and his arms extended beneath Art, poor Robin wasn't so much sexually charged as in the process of having a short circuit. Leaning so closely over Art meant that not only could Robin both smell and feel his body heat, but at some point he would be sure to make contact with his bare midriff. "It's alright, I don't mind you holding me," whispered Art, "if you gotta tuck me cock in to pull me pants up, I don't mind!" Supporting Art's body and about to reach underneath, Robin on hearing the blatant invitation to commence groping caused him to abruptly loose all that remained of his self-restraint. Why was Mrs Wright there? Why didn't she just go away and leave them to play with each other, it was what they both wanted! He stared down at the white and spotty buttocks wondering if it really was true that the so called queers he had heard about really did push their hard cocks into such small holes. He'd heard rumours that they did it, but how did they do it? Even just thinking of himself he knew his own bumhole was barely finger size and his own cock so big in comparison, it seemed impossible or must really hurt! Maybe, unlike his protracted self-discovery quest for information on masturbation which had put him well behind the other boys for his age, this time he should pluck up courage and ask. After all, both Art and Nigel seemed to know everything about sex and he was sure they wouldn't make him feel too embarrassed in demonstrating his total ignorance. "You gonna do it or not?" asked Art hopefully. "Yeah, I'm doing it!" replied Robin very firmly and on an impulse bent down across Art. "Oi! Wot's that for?" hissed Art, he turned just in time to see Robin's face. "Sorry." Robin was now very flushed, he didn't know what to do, "I, I couldn't help it." "Well do it again, when you pulls me pants up." Seeing that Mrs Wright appeared to be still occupied with her nursing equipment, Robin took hold of Art around the waist, forced his wet trousers into his buttock and repeated his earlier act of plonking a very wet kiss on the back of his neck. This time Art made no comment, instead he grabbed at Robin's hand and squeezed it. Then somewhat awkwardly between them they managed to pull the infamous red briefs back up making as much contact as possible with the leaking head of Art's erection as they did so. Unsure of his actions Robin stood back and caught Art's eye. It was for Art, yet another conquest and Robin had fallen like others before him under his spell, unfortunately though like the others before him he had in the process ejaculated in his trousers. "No.. no.. uumm... help me! Me mum!" hissed Robin, clearly in distress. Clearing his throat, he now took hold of Art's hand and placed it on the front of his trousers, shrugging his shoulders he blinked. "Oh shit, it just sorta happened!" "Said you'd make four!" Art grinned. "Yer, dab it off with me hanky, it's wet already anyway innit! Now, just don't forget to use the bottle trick before you gets home and you'll be alright. Lemonades good!" "Robin, it sounds from all the whispering as if you've finished helping him get dressed," called out Mrs Wright not daring to look over, "I think it's time you returned to the class and don't forget to tell the teacher of your final lesson either." "Yes Miss." his voice wasn't as confident as it had been earlier. "Well thanks for yer help," Art winked and reached out for his hanky which Robin was still rubbing over the front of his trousers. "I'll see you later." "Yeah alright, I hope yer bums alright!" Standing by the doorway Robin plucked up courage and looked down at his trousers to see there was now a large wet patch. The surrounding area already had obvious stains of dried semen, he swallowed nervously and looked at Art who holding his hanky was pretended to blow his nose whilst drawing in the smell of Robin's fresh semen before licking it off! "Ah good, you're back," Mr Williams looked up to see David, closely followed by Charles entering the art room. David's blazer was fully buttoned up, a sure sign to those who knew that he was trying to hide an erection, "I was beginning to think you two were lost." "I think we got all the green water out Sir." replied David desperately trying not look guilty and as though he had just been indulging in a sexual encounter in a school toilet. To an immediate and infectious outbreak of second year giggling, Charles then stepped out from behind David. Unfortunately he really did look as though he had just had been indulging in a sexual encounter in a school toilet! His untidy appearance was something of a giveaway, glasses awry, socks around his ankles, shirt partially unbuttoned to display his vest and his school tie far from straight. "David, you don't think you used a drop too much water?" Mr Williams looked in alarm at the state of Charles' new shorts, one leg now pretty well soaking wet. "Uumm..." David looked around as the entire class began to laugh, "but we got rid of the green water!" ###################################################### Chapter 115 to follow