Date: Thu, 5 Mar 2009 00:27:45 -0800 (PST) From: Ami Subject: Brief Encounters - Chapter 12 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 in it would be 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: amias05@yahoo.com ************************************************************************************************** Chapter 12 - More Lost Property "Come on then mate." said Tom pushing his chair back from the dining table, "Let's go, we can't be late now. Not today." "No, no, not after this morning." replied Alex reaching down to pick up his bag. "Dave," said Tom standing up, his trousers tenting as usual, "so you and Joe are gonna go down to the bog by the science block and see if Art and Nigel come in then?" "Well, there's no point is there?" said Simon butting in, "Because Art won't be there, 'cause he's gonna be with me and you in the fucking lost property isn't he?" "Why didn't I think of that?" said Alex smiling, "Clever fuckin' clogs Simon you can have a fuckin' 'ouse mark!" "Up yours!" said Simon grinning and pointing at Tom' bulge, "Oh, look Tom's up already! Now you two just fuck off to lost property, before you get bollocked again for being late! I'll be down there shortly with Art, so see what there is." "See you later then." said Alex walking off with Tom in the direction of the staff room. "Well, that's it then," said David looking at Joe, "we might as well just sit here and play with ourselves!" "Got a better idea," replied Joe, "why don't we go and check the bog out anyway, we can play with ourselves down there and you never know somebody else might come in and ... umm like have ummmm you know!" "You dirty sod!" said Simon as he got up from the table and bent over to get his bag, "I know what you got in mind Dave, you randy little toad. I gotta go and get Art or I'd be down there with you!" "Just go and sort Art out will you." said David grinning, "I'm going off with my helper Joe to check the bogs." "Check his bleeding pants more like it!" said Simon moving off, "I'm gonna sort Art out.. I'll see you later." The key clicked as it turned in the lock. "There you boys," said Miss Jameson opening the door, "Phew, it does smell in here doesn't it?" "Yes Miss." replied Alex very politely, "It does." "Indeed it does. Now you two come back for me about five minutes before afternoon classes and I'll lock up, OK, got it?" "Yes Miss we will." said Tom. "Good and ummm, now listen," she looked at them, "I don't want to go on about what happened earlier but I do want you two to stay in my maths class. But you can't stay unless you can do the work so I am relying on you to make good or you'll both be out. You understand?" "Yes Miss." said Tom, looking at Alex, "We do understand, don't we?" "Yes." said Alex looking at the floor, "We, ummmm don't want to be thrown out." "Good, now in you go and get on with this." she smiled to herself as she walked away. She didn't want to lose them either as they were obviously bright boys, but in need of a little positive encouragement! "D'you know Tom," said Alex when they were inside, "I think she would really like us to stay." "I know she does, she as good as told me so earlier." replied Tom. It seemed that sometimes events took a little time to register with him, but this time it was serious and he knew it. "Well, let's face it, we got to or we are gonna get killed when we go home and tell our parents" "Oh fuck, please don't think about it!" said Alex pulling a face, already visualising his fathers rather strict reaction, "Come on change the subject and let's see if there's any shorts in all this smelly crap for Art." "Shit, I'd forgotten about that!" said Tom staring laden shelves, "Where shall we start?" "Anywhere! Just look for something white," said Alex, "games stuff is always bloody white isn't it?" "Yeah, like pants!" said Tom with mischievous smile diving into a pile of rather disgusting looking clothes. "Anything?" asked Alex after couple of minutes, "There's nothin' here, I've seen some girls green gym knickers but I didn't wanna touch them! Girls stuff ...yuk!" "What are they then?" asked Tom, his cock stirring already "I ain't got a sister so I ain't seem any of them before." "You dirty sod!" said Alex, "No, no, just leave em, we want white shorts for Art, we can't let him be bullied by the Peterson bloke." "Guess not," said Tom as he turned another pile over with his foot, "Hey, Alex what's this then?" he said proudly holding up a pair of very grubby looking threadbare white football shorts. "That's what we are looking for," said Alex, "I knew there must be some here, but bloody hell though they don't half look a bit small." Before Tom could reply the door opened and in walked Simon, "Shit it don't half pong in here!" he said wrinkling up his nose. "Great you found some!" he added pointing to the dirty white garment that Tom was holding, "let's a have look Tom." Simon held the shorts carefully between his thumb and forefinger almost as though they had the plague, "Fuck me Tom, these look a bit small... I'm not sure if Art would even get in, he's got a big ass! And, look at the state of em, they're filthy!" "Looks to me like somebody's pissed themselves in `em!" said Alex leaning over to look, "they're all yellow at the front and they even smell of piss!" Simon grinned, rescuing his brother from Mr Peterson's vicious temper was one thing, but saving himself from embarrassment was really Art's own lookout especially if he couldn't even organise his own kit for gym. "Well, I reckon they will have to do!" he said sniggering, "Teach the dirty bugger won't it!" Just as Alex was about to reply the door opened yet again and Art walked cautiously in, he looked between the three boys and obviously decided that it was safe. Tom caught Alex's eye and they looked at each other. Never having seen Art other than at a distance before, they were obviously both thinking the same thing, was this the sexual athlete they had envisaged and were expecting to see? No it was not. Plainly this particular Adonis was a little over weight, not particularly tall and was suffering from a recent attack of the dreaded adolescent zits as the weeping crater obscured by the bumfluff on his face confirmed! Although on the other hand, this was as Simon had so vividly described the very same boy who pushed things up his ass and stole younger boys underpants to masturbate in and then wear as if his own. For some unknown reason Tom felt a tingle of excitement run right through him, particularly his genitals. He squeezed himself visibly through his trouser pocket, something that went not unnoticed by the other three boys. Particularly Art. Not one to miss a sexual innuendo even if he was blindfolded, Art put his hand in a trouser pocket and returned the compliment as he momentarily felt for the rather sore end of his cock through his dirty briefs. Then looking all around in amazement at the piles of rubbish that had collected in the room there uttered the immortal words, "Fuck me, this place is full of shit!" It broke the ice, Tom and Alex giggled both muttered words to the effect of " 'ello Art" whilst Simon held up the shorts and offered them to his brother. "This is all there is here, Art," he said "will they do?" "Fuck me gently!" replied Art trying to maintain his senior boys act as he was unsure whether or not Simon had told his friends that he had been crying earlier. "You could have washed em!" he said taking them from Simon, "They stink and look like somebody has pissed in `em!" "But..." started Simon, "Art it's all there is and Tom has been looking for you." "Well then I ain't got no choice have I?" he said. Turning to Tom and Alex he smiled with relief, "So well, uummm well thank's then... who is it... Tom and ?" "It's Alex!" said Simon, "For fucks sake Art I told you that!" "Sorry!" Art grinned, "Anyway thanks Simon and yer mates here, you've got me out the shit. Ta. See, I've had a bad day!" " His hand was going into his pocket yet again Tom asked hopefully, "Want to try them on?" Art shook his head and briefly caught Tom's eye again. This time he wasn't sure if he thought he had seen Tom wink! It was of course a vain hope that they might get to see the cock that Simon had assured them was capable of spewing out buckets loads of cum. "We'll all turn the other way!" added Alex innocently. "Nice try lads, but no thanks!" replied Art grinning. Somehow he thought that Tom might be trying to send some sort of coded signal so once again he pushed his hand deep in his pocket. Possibly the wrong thing to do as right now all eyes were drawn to the numerous dried piss and cum stains which adorned the front of his trousers so beautifully highlighted by the pale fluorescent light. "Don't worry, I know what you wanna see!" he grinned and obviously scratched his balls through his pocket, "If you lot are anything like this dirty little wanker of a brother of mine here, then you really gotta to watch out 'cause he's got a big thing about looking at other kids willies and bums!" Simon unable to help himself went a shade of crimson. "Gone red see? You lot wanna watch out!" said Art nodding towards him, "I'm just warning you! But thanks for the shorts lads, I owe you one." The door closed and left the three boys actually stuck for words. Unusual but true! Tom broke the silence, "Wot a bastard after you'd helped him and that!" "He's not normally like that." said Simon really surprised at Art, "Ummm, well I guess he's still upset, still he's got a pair of shorts now." "Don't worry about it," said Alex. "he's only doing it and the big brother bit impress us. And I reckon it's to cover up his feelings, `cause he must be worried about yer mum and that. Mustn't he?" "Yes, I guess." Said Simon still sad that his brother had chosen to repay him by embarrassing him, "Yeah I `spose, but the laugh will come when he tries to put `em on.. I tell you his ass is too big!" "Is it that large and all pink then?" enquired Alex semi-seriously. Simon grinned, "NO! It's very big, very white and like his face... it's very, very spotty!" "Let's change the subject." Simon reached in his blazer pocket and said, "Hey Alex, I've brought you a present, here I promised you them, have a look, but they do need washing!" Alex looked a little surprised at first, once had taken the crumpled object from Simon and unfolded it his face lit up when he saw what it was. It was of course, the white WolseyX briefs that Simon had stolen from Art's room and that in turn, Art had stolen from somebody else! "Happy?" asked Simon, "I knew you were so fed up with your own pants falling down, that well, I just thought.. uummm these might help. I'm sure if I had to put up with that every day I'd go fucking nuts." Alex really didn't know what to say, he couldn't wish for better friends. He muttered "Thanks... uummm...you don't know what I been going through... ummmm." and turned quickly away before they could see the tears in his eyes. Tom knew exactly where it was at and had been reminded of it only the previous day. In addition it had all happened to him in junior school and it was then he found out just how cruel children's taunts could be to each other. Ridiculous as it seemed Alex was really petrified of his underpants falling down since the elastic was worn out. Tom sensing Alex's acute embarrassment over the whole issue quickly added, "Come on then Alex, let's have look and see if Art has made `em as yukky as Simon said he has!" With no further encouragement the three boys started a minute inspection of the briefs under the flickering fluorescent light. No doubt the material had certainly seen some impregnation with something that had dried to a pale cream colour! Although despite their pre-occupation with masturbation none of them really had enough experience of dried semen stains to make any real judgement! However, the one thing they all agreed on was that it was very, very erotic handling the smelly briefs, the pouch in particular was subjected to such immense scrutiny that they concluded Art must have shot several times into that alone! The bonus, which gave the final twitch to their steely little cocks was the one very tiny pubic hair that was found caught in the fly! Speculation about Art's copious cum deposits and (pretty hairless) genitalia went on for several minutes as they fumbled happily around in their trouser pockets whilst collectively fantasising about Art's nightly ministrations. Whatever, they all certainly agreed that Alex was very lucky to wear a such trophy although sadly, albeit for hygiene reasons that he should wash the briefs first! Whilst all this was happening in the lost property room, David and Joe had fairly scooted off from the dining room to the boys toilet located in the science block, under the pretext that they were to spy on Art and Nigel. Should they ever arrive! They really both knew it was only a pretext since the truth was that they were both dying to get into each others shorts as that fleeting moment on the bus had clinched the attraction for each other! David had tried to face his earlier emotions and had decided that whatever other boys might say, he knew that he was attracted to Joe. More than that he couldn't really decide be it as a friend, brother, soul mate or something deeper but whatever the plain fact was he just liked to be with him. And, Joe being just as equally confused by his own emotions as was David, only knew that for similar elusive reasons he too wanted to be with David. On entering toilet they were greeted by the usual smell of disinfectant and urine. "Shit, it stinks in here.." said Joe wrinkling up his nose with smell. David grinned, "Well it's a shit house.. what d'you expect?" Joe turned, "Well, what do I expect...?" he said sternly, scratching his crutch, "That I expect you to get in that end bog with me and take my shorts down and then..." Before he could finish the sentence David had moved in front of him and was trying to undo the clasp on Joe's shorts, "Look!" he said pushing on the ever growing bulge, "You dirty boy, I'm gonna have to tell you off!" "You mean wank me off!" Joe grinned and was about to continue when they heard the sound of heavy footsteps coming down the corridor. "Oh fuck! Quick in `ere!" whispered Joe starting towards the end cubicle. However, he only got three paces before his shorts descended around his ankles exposing the white Aertex briefs and the inevitable lump poking out the front. "Oh fuck!!" he said giggling and looking down. David turned to see what had happened. That started David giggling as only school boys can and he ended up pushing Joe forcibly towards the end cubicle, his shorts around his ankles "You've got a nice ass mate," he said pinching it as he pushed Joe through the door into the cubicle! Joe trying to suppress his own giggles said, "For fucks sake shut up!" Just as the one door was closing on the two boys in the cubicle, the main toilet door was opening as the sound of some very firm and heavy footsteps echoed around the bare walls of the seemingly empty toilet. Dave clutched at Joe, it now all seemed very scary and he felt that they were almost detached from the cosy world of school. The footsteps seemed to get nearer and stop, Joe looked at David and put his finger over his lips to keep him from saying anything, David pulled Joe closer, he had never been the bravest of boys and right now he was scared, the mystery feet outside swivelled and made a scraping sound on the tiled floor. Silence for what seemed an age and then suddenly a cubicle door slammed shut, the noise made the boys jump. Joe's once hard cock instantly completed the transition to something now very insignificant. The unmistakable sound of a zip being pulled down was the singular sign of normality the boys had been waiting for, David released his breath slowly and looked at Joe who was also smiling in relief. Joe grinned and whispered to David, "He's gonna have shit!" David started to giggle again, but Joe quickly silenced him with his hand over his mouth and whispered " Here, I've never had to listen somebody having a shit before have you?" The situation seemed ridiculous to David as he shook his head in negative reply, he was all but laughing out loud, however Joe kept his hand over his mouth until he could see David had composed himself. When Joe eventually removed his hand David looked down, then up at Joe and whispered "Hey... you still got yer pants on display!" Joe's state of undress had been completely overlooked with the excitement of the mystery visitor. He looked down and saw his grey shorts still crumpled around his ankles, "Oh hell!" he mouthed and went to pull up the shorts. But David held his hand and shook his head, looked him in the eye and whispered ever so quietly "No, no please don't." "You got something in mind?" whispered Joe. He grinned as he let the shorts fall slowly back to the floor just as the sound of rustling clothing was heard from the other cubicle. He looked at David and with a glint in his eye, "Well he's got his pants down now as well...here, have look down under the cubicles and see what mystery boy is wearing!" David's eyes lit up, he winked at Joe and bent down to look under the bottoms of the partitions to where he could see a mass of crumpled dark grey material with what appeared to be something white piled on top and a pair of grey socks disappearing upwards under the partition. He stood back up and whispered very quietly, "Bloody white pants again!" Joe shrugged his shoulders and bent down to have a look for himself, as he did David gazed longingly at the pink bum peeping through the cellular material of the Aertex briefs. How he wanted to explore inside them, his cock started to harden at the very thought and then almost uncontrollably he pushed his own tenting shorts firmly into the soft white fabric stretched over Joe's bottom. Despite the layers of clothing separating them, he was sure could feel his little cock pushing it's way into the waiting ass crack, Joe's immediate reaction was to stand up but he soon had second thoughts when he found David's two arms encircling his waist and meeting on top of his crutch. He reacted immediately, first by smiling to himself and secondly by springing an almost instant rapid erection, something which did not go unnoticed by David's hot little hands! "You dirty fucker!" he whispered, reaching backwards to cup the front of David's grey shorts, "Here, let me up and then listen... I think I've heard something... just listen..." Both boys stood stock still, straining to hear any noises. David was afraid that Joe thought they had been overheard and were to be found, he looked at Joe feeling very worried. "MMmmmm... mmmmm... oohhhh." There it was, a sort of straining noise coming from the mystery cubicle, David grinned with relief and said quietly, "There told you, he's just `aving a shit!" "But listen," replied Joe in a whisper, "listen! There's more..." There was, the murmurings were now accompanied by a faint sort of rhythmic noise, Joe bent down again and quickly looked up the row of cubicles again. He came back up suppressing a giggle, "Hey," he whispered squeezing his own very hard cock through his pants, "Dave, if he's `aving a shit then why is facing the bog?" During the few seconds it took for the penny to drop with David the noises increased dramatically. To the well trained ear, the unmistakable sounds of teenage boy excitedly masturbating were now becoming obvious, even to the innocent young David! "What... What... you mean... he's wanking?" he asked in amazement his eyes wide open, "Cor, I'd love to see a big boy wank!" "Mmmmmm... well here's a small boy doing it! " said Joe, pulling his hard four and a bit inches out from the leg opening of his briefs. "No, no!" said David as forcefully as he dare without being heard , "No.. let me,,,, please!" With that he dropped to knees, brushed Joe's hand away and lovingly took virtually all of hot cock into his mouth. Both his hands found their way under the elastic of the briefs and around the back to pull Joe's bum cheeks, the little fingers brushing up his crack as they pulled Joe's body deep into David's face. David drew in Joe's very personal smell, it was hot, slightly sweaty, soapy and all mixed in with a very special aroma that only boys of his age seemed to possess. He was in heaven, his own cock pressing hard on the inside of his blue briefs, if he could have made precum he would! Also in heaven was the mystery boy in the cubicle further along as he started to approach his thunderous climax. The unique slapping sound of a well lubricated foreskin soon vibrated around the empty toilet as copious drops of precum started to drip onto the underpants and trousers rucked up around the ankles beneath. A climax for either boy was not far off, David continued pulling on Joe's cock with his wet lips savouring every stroke. Joe was on the verge of a massive dry orgasm, his eyes were now closed and his legs started to tremble. Back in the other cubicle, the once smart grey trousers were now looking distinctly second-hand. In the excitement they had been stepped on as they were dragged around the toilet floor and collected whatever was on it. All that was topped off with the numerous unspeakable drips and dribbles that dozens of school boys had left around the lavatory pan that the trousers were now inadvertently cleaning! Finally, there were the many pearly blobs of precum that were now dripping down and soaking well in! Embarrassingly and to compound the problem the white briefs that were tangled up amongst the trousers were also showing the result of a recent infusion of semen that had occurred during the morning bus journey on the way to school Any noises that Joe was making as he shuddered towards his dry orgasm were now totally drowned out by the slurping noises of the rapidly moving and sticky foreskin were in turn overshadowed by a heartfelt cry of, "Ooohhhhhhhh... fuuuuuucckkkkk... mmmmmmmmeeeeeee!!!!!!" The David and Joe looked at each other in amazement. Could cumming really be that good ? Yes, it seemed it could. The hand, like the wispy pubic hairs beneath it was now fully coated with sperm. It continued to rub in an utter frenzy hoping to milk the very last few drops of the precious fluid from the straining testicles beneath. Cum wasn't the word for it, this outpouring was the result of many disgusting thoughts with hands deep in pockets playing with a more or less erect cock throughout the entire mornings lessons. Even for the second orgasm of the day this was one of the largest loads the boy had ever shot and he had shot more than few! The dirty toilet bowl was now liberally splattered with cum. Large globules suspended on thin strings hung from the short stubby fingers, dripping from the well chewed fingernails down onto the already cummy briefs, the grey trousers absorbing most of the other drips from the toilet rim above. It was mess. His clothing was a mess. He was a mess. Everything was a mess! The heavy breathing and pounding heart gradually slowed, the boys hidden in the end cubicle were intently aware of the deafening silence and barely drew breath. All that could be heard was the drip of a leaky cistern and a very faint plopping noise as a finger was removed, like a cork from a bottle, from the contracting sphincter. Joe had a thought. Looked at his little Timex watch on his wrist he made a face. David knew however reluctant he was, that time was soon to be against them, he got up slowly letting Joe's softening cock slip from his mouth. Quietly standing up he wiped the drips of saliva from his chin and grinned. Joe winked at him, reaching down to pull his shorts up "You dirty little bugger, you know... I... ummm, I ... and you...ummm... I..." He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't need to, David just nodded knowing what he was trying to say. They were interrupted by more noises from the other cubicle, then in a loud voice, "Fuck!!! Oh fuuckk... Oh fuuckkkking hellll!!!" The mystery wanker had spoken again, Joe looked at David and raised his eyebrows, "What now?" he whispered, "We gotta get going or we're gonna be late, there's only a few minutes before the bell." More rustling noises started, David and Joe looked at each other, in turn. Again Joe looked at his watch, "Shit, only five minutes left before the bloody lessons start!" Now it was David's turn to look perplexed as what sounded liked somebody kicking seven bells out of the metal cubicle door started, it made them both flinch. It stopped abruptly as it had began and a voice woefully shouted out in desperation. "Fuckin' hell... now... there's no fuuuckking bog paper!!!" And there wasn't! For an experienced wanker, this was total oversight, one should always check there are the means to clean up after such a monumental event! Panic began to set in. First he tried wiping his gooey hands on the cubicle walls without any success and not surprisingly only managed was to smear the glutinous stuff around even more. In desperation he looked around and grabbed his shirt tail which seemed to be the only part of his clothing that was cum free! Wiping his hands he hardly dared look down at his school trousers, he knew it was bad and could see out of the corner of his eye that they were plastered both inside and out glistened with cum. But worse, they had also absorbed all manner of disgusting deposits and liquids from being wrapped around the base of toilet bowl! Nor did the misery didn't end there! The once white underpants were a soggy mess from the earlier activity on the bus and the numerous precum leaks throughout the mornings classes. Not to mention the slimy additions from his current session. The trousers were definitely beginning to look as revolting as they were beginning to smell! Time was running out and terror was setting in. Everything around him was covered in cum, whatever he touched just transferred it somewhere else! Lessons were due to start any minute and to compound it all he then remembered it was gym that afternoon. That would mean he had to undress and expose his classmates not only the sight, but smell of his briefs and his very obvious wanking activities. Well, wanking was no great secret really as all the boys in the class did it. They knew it, they could hear it, they could smell it and they knew a cum stain when they saw one. But nobody would ever admit to doing it nor talk about it let alone go around stinking and covered in cum! They left that prerogative to Art and Nigel. All in all, what had seemed a fantastic way for to pass a few minutes earlier had now turned into an utter disaster. He knew he always came in prodigious amounts for his age and normally he would wank as soon as he woke up to relieve the pressure, sometimes even before having a pee! Today he had been late and had no time, but he did have rock hard cock crying out for release. Hence the inadvertent leakage on the morning bus coming to school - school bags can cover up a multitude of sins at times! And, all through mornings lessons he had been playing with his cock which only exacerbated the situation so the sticky proof of the pudding was now all over him, his clothes and the cubicle. Who said big boys didn't cry? This one was pretty close and he wanted to go home, but then of course, how was he going to explain his revolting appearance to his parents! He couldn't cope with thinking about that as well so he slipped back the bolt on the door, furtively looked outside and moved over to look in the mirror. "Oh... fucking hell!" Even he was more shocked by his appearance than he'd bargained for. The front of his trousers looked, what some boys might own and describe colloquially as a cumrag. They were simply decorated with glistening patches of drying cum and rather appropriately, more by luck than judgement, all around the area towards the right hand trouser pocket. And, the very obvious smell. That smell, quite unique. He had even managed to get some cum on his school tie. At that point the main toilet door burst open with a crash, he froze as did David and Joe hidden in their cubicle. "Fuuuuuucckkkkk me!!!! Nigel... you dirty fucker..." Art stopped and stared, he couldn't believe eyes. "What the fuck.. Nige, what the fuck have you been doing... you look a right fuckin' mess!" "Oh, Art... thank fuck it's you... I've... I'vvee..." said Nigel in relief. Art cut in, "You've had the biggest wank of your fuckin' life... `an look like you never shot so much cum... you're fucking covered in it! Everything is fuckin' covered in it!" Art was ecstatic. He had always been in awe of Nigel's incredible ability to produce oodles of cum. "What the fuck did you do?" he said looking amazed, "I can't make that much in a bloody week... but you make enough for the whole fucking class! You're a mess!" Nigel looked more than little helpless, "Help me clean up." he asked weakly, his voice almost breaking "Please." "Here... you silly fucker, come on." said Art, reaching in his trouser pocket, "I have me handy wanky hanky... haha... it's a bit snotty but it'll do to clean you up!" When Nigel started to try to rub the mess and cum off his trousers he only succeeded in starting to get another erection "Oh no!" he cried in desperation knowing full well he could be the proud owner of a rock hard erection in less than thirty seconds! "Oh, for fucks sake give it here!" said Art grabbing the revolting hanky and briskly rubbing the front of Nigel's trousers with it, "We gotta hurry or we will be late! Don't worry about yer cock I've seen it hard enough times!" Nigel just stood there. By now giggling inanely with a full blown thick, five-inch-plus lump tenting the front of his trousers and Art rubbing it like crazy. His humour was short lived when he looked down and saw the trousers in the light. They were still a wet, sticky, smelly mess with all manner of other things either stuck or ingrained in the fabric. "Holy shit ... ! I can't go to lessons like this... they'll all laugh at me... bollocks... and me Mum will fuckin' kill me!!!" "Now fuckin' stop it!" said Art firmly, "For fucks sake get yerself together... we got plenty of time. Come here get that cum off the front yer blazer and sort yer tie out!" "Hey... she might want to go spanky... spanky!" said Art. "You know!" "Oh, shit Art, but I was younger then. I don't know why I enjoyed it! We gotta do it, we keep saying we will. It turned me right on!" "Don't I know it! But look at the fucking mess you made here!" said Art grinning, "So first we gotta get you out of here so don't get too fuckin' excited yet." Joe looked at David, "What?" he whispered, "Spanking.. what ?" David shrugged his shoulders "Dunno...he enjoyed it?" he said incredulously. "What about, ummmm, well, I could pretend uummm... that I fell over in the playground and ummm fell in a puddle or something!" said Nigel, hopefully. "Well you could, but... even if the whole fuckin' class wanked together we couldn't produce a fuckin' puddle of cum big enough to make you look like this fuckin' mess!" said Art giggling. "Oh fuck... Art!" exclaimed Nigel looking round at his behind, "What's this on me trousers... looks like..." "Shit?" replied Art. He then dissolved into laughter, "Well it's a fuckin' bog isn't it?" "Oh no!" cried Nigel, "Me fucking trousers must have been on the floor or something... oh fuck!" "And.. and, it's on yer ass... and yer shirt as well." added Art still laughing. David and Joe were also having a hard time trying stop giggling out loud at the ridiculous conversation. They had to admit that Simon's brother Art could be really very funny. "I hope they go soon," said David getting worried, "I know this funny, but well it's gonna be lessons in a min and I don't wanna be late." "Be ok, Dave," said Joe reassuringly, "don't worry they ain't gonna want to be late either, are they?" "No, I `spose not..." said David, he looked at the floor, then reached down to give the bulging front of Joe's shorts one last squeeze. Joe grinned, "You dirty bugger..." "And it's still half up!" said David his eyes wide open in amazement. "There, that looks better don't it?" said Art standing back to admire his handiwork. He knew it wasn't very good but what he could he achieve with only a snotty hanky to work with on a school uniform that looked as though the entire toilet had been cleaned with it, not to mention the added stench of cum! "Thanks mate." replied Nigel looking a little relieved, but stil sounding really worried, "My Mum's gonna kill me I know it..". "It'll be all right mate... but just remember," added Art, trying to contain his giggling, "don't brush up by anybody or you'll cover `em in shit... and... and don't ... hahaha!!" he could barely continue, "And, don't sit down 'cause you...you'll probably stick to the fuckin' chair. Haha!" Even Nigel was laughing now, "Fuck off you bastard!!" The humour was not lost on either David or Joe, in fact David was on the verge of virtually crying with laughter imagining Nigel walking around with chair stuck to him with cum. Joe wasn't much better but knew he couldn't let David give their presence away so he grabbed him and forced his face into his chest. Somehow Joe felt very warm inside cuddling him, he looked at the top of David's head burrowed into him and couldn't stop himself leaned forward to kiss it gently. David inched his head up and looked at Joe's face for a few seconds, "Hey what was that for?" "I don't know umm" said Joe, his voice seemed to dry up, "because... you are you?" "You... you... do understand?" said David. His eyes were staring blur, he put his head quickly back down onto Joe's chest hoping his reaction had not been seen. "Hey Nige, I got something to tell you later." said Art who was trying the impossible. To remove a lump of something quite disgusting stuck firmly to the back of Nigel's trousers, without actually touching it! "What the hell is this, stuck to the ass of your trousers?" "Shit probably!" replied Nigel, now past caring what he looked like, "I look like shit, I smell like shit and... I feel like shit!!!" "Won't disagree with that!" said Art, "But listen, this is fuckin' important... somebody at home has fuckin' well nicked all... all me pants!" "Wot? Who? What the hell you on about Art?" said Nigel in disbelief, "What yer pants, yer knickers?" "Yes ! But why would anybody fuckin' do it to me?" "First, who would want to? They must be just a right fucking mess!" said Nigel in giggling in utter disbelief, "You'd have to be a right fuckin' cum addict to do that!" "I don't fuckin' know do I?" retorted Art, "But I'm telling you they have all gone from room!" "Well who's there then?" Nigel was now quite interested since just like Art, other boys underwear had long been a fascination and the source of many a masturbation fantasy for him. "Well, me Mum and Dad and that dirty little bugger of a brother of mine, Simon... that's it!" "Oh him," said Nigel grinning, "the one who wanted to know all about wanking?" "Yeah... but which one has pinched all me pants... I can't ask `em can... like saying... hey Mum have you taken all those cummy pants that were hidden under the bed!!" "So, is that where you used to hide them ?" asked Nigel grinning, now really interested. His was hand back in his pocket, pushing on the end of his cock, amazingly still full of life! "Mmm yer it was!" replied Art going a little pink with embarrassment. "You gone red!" crowed Nigel, "I ain't seen you do that since we first started showing our willies back in junior school. Shit, you must worried, `cause I know you and I'd bet all them pants were soaked in cum. Hey, hold on... does that include all the ones you'd nicked as well?" "Yeah... it did." said Art very sheepishly, "But I've still got that blue pair that I got the other day, there're still hidden. I' was gonna let you have `em to wank in or play with... but I think I'm gonna have to wear em, I ain't got nothing else other than what I got on now!" "So you... " said Nigel thinking, still stroking his cock, "you silly fucker... your ass is too big to get in `em... they're for a 12 year old or summat. So wot you wearing right now? I mean if they took all you had and that?" "I just the pair I got on... and... and... they were hidden under the bed...and," "And wot... come on tell me, for fuck's sake Art, I've known you long enough, we ain't got no secrets have we, really! Hidden under the bed?" "Yeah. Well they are.. uummm... were... all covered in cum... and been worn for a couple of days so ... and uummm... you know with the skipping rope handle and that! They're a bit messy! Oh fuck, Nige what can I do... this is just so fuckin' embarrassing even to tell you!" admitted Art turning pink yet again. Nigel laughed, "A bit messy!! You dirty fucker you been wearing `em, wankin in `em and doing that as well! Gawd they must be in a shit state!" "Yes, well they are." Art was somewhat subdued, "And see there's tomorrow. What can I wear ... I can't not wear any... and... and these will be stinking by then... Nige, what can I do?" "Well I'm yer mate, I'll lend you a pair or two of my old ones but we gotta find who's pinched `em... d'you reckon it's yer little brother then?" "Dunno, could be Mum she has been really havin' a go at me, `cause me clothes are a mess and me rooms a fuckin' shed and all that but..." He never got to finish the sentence as the lesson bell rang, the boys made a very hasty exit to their French class, it was the only lesson that they shared that day and was the remaining last one before the double gym session that was scheduled to end the day. David and Joe were also very relieved to be able to escape. they counted to ten then cautiously opened the cubicle door and made a run for the corridor and onto their history class. Nothing more was said of their emotions, but they both knew something had developed. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Chap 13 to follow