Date: Wed, 26 Mar 2014 12:32:19 +0000 From: tom Subject: Brief encounters Chapter 140 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 *************************************************************************************************** >>>>>>>>>>> Now your attention please faithful readers as it's time to put in word for our sponsor. Or, in plain English I wouldn't be getting my epic published and you wouldn't be reading it if it were not for the Nifty Archive, so if you enjoy what you read then please, please consider making a donation to Nifty. It's very easy and painless, you just follow the donations link on the main page - I'm sure even our oversexed and luckess hero Art from the story would do it if he could - come to that, he'd do it anywhere! #################################################################### Chapter 140 – "We're being bloody watched ain't us!" "Well thank you for your trouble Mr Hawkins. I'm really sorry this had to happen." Mrs Kirby looked at Mrs Wilson who was plainly very embarrassed that they had had to be asked to remove John and Edward from the camp and take them home. "Look, honestly Mrs Kirby these things happen, it's not the first time and it won't be the last. Short of searching the boys when they come here, which just wouldn't be right we take them on trust. And, well let's be honest boys will be boys, so for something like this to happen it isn't unique." Mr Hawkins smiled and tried to put as good a gloss on the matter as he could seeing that they were both really quite mortified at their respective sons behaviour. "I can see that, but to get in a state like that." Mrs Kirby looked very disapprovingly towards John and Edward still wrapped in their blankets leaning against the blue Austin. "I know, but being practical I'm not sure how we can keep him here seeing that all his clothes are in desperate need of a good wash, the tent is really uninhabitable and of course he is feeling pretty rough anyway." "I don't care how rough he feels now, he'll feel rougher when he gets home!" said Mrs Kirby giving him a second look that should by rights have turned him to stone. Mr Hawkins wisely said nothing, but could appreciate how awkward it must be for the two mothers. "Do you know how much they drank?" asked Mrs Wilson who then turned to give Edward a truly withering look. "Fuckin' hell" Edward whispered to John, "d'you see that look me mum gave me, she's gonna fuckin' kill me when I gets home!" "I feel fuckin' dead already!" groaned John. "Me fuckin' head hurts!" "Why'd your mum have to bring her?" "Who?" "Me fuckin' mum, she don't look fuckin' happy does she?" "Would you be? Oh fuck, I don't fuckin' care wot they says," John held his head, "I just wanna fuckin' lie down and die!" "Shall we get in the fuckin' car then? At least we can sit down." "Yeah, both get in the back, but don't you go farting or you'll fuckin' gas us all!" "I can't help it if that bloody cider upset my guts can I?" "Well fuckin' try not too!" "Bollocks. Me fuckin' dad's gonna fuckin' murder me when he fuckin' finds out." "With this fuckin' headache," said John, "I'll be dead before my dad comes home!" "From what we can ascertain," said Mr Hawkins, "it looks like they both planned it and it was John that somehow brought three flagons of cider which they shared between four of them." "Oh my god! Did John bring all that, his father will go nuts!" exclaimed Mrs Kirby in shock. "And, and I know where he got it! He must have pinched it from his uncle's farm, he makes gallons of the stuff and sells it." "Whatever, but I think they've learnt the lesson the hard way and as I said, short of searching them which would be pretty ruinous for trust between teacher and pupil relations what can we do?" "Of course you can't, we can understand that." said Mrs Wilson. "The little..." "Anyway we've managed to contain all their stuff in a couple of large plastic bags. Believe me it needs a wash and must go in the boot." said Mr Hawkins. "Now what about the tent?" "Did you say you could get rid of it? It was pretty worn out and only given to us for this trip really anyway." "I'm sure the farmer can burn it for us." Mr Hawkins looked over to see the blanket clad figures climbing into the back of the car. "I'm sorry about sending them home in the blankets but, they have nothing fit to wear left. John's bag is covered in vomit and Edwards is soaking wet." "So," Mrs Kirby looked towards the boys again, "so are they naked beneath the blankets, are all their clothes really unwearable?" "I'm afraid so, there really was nothing left to wear that hadn't been touched." "My husbands going to go mad when finds out what's happened." Mrs Wilson raised he eyebrows and looked at Mrs Kirby. "He's never violent, but he might shout a bit!" "Well I'll listen out for your husband and you listen out for mine!" she laughed. "Well if it's no more than some dirty washing they've learnt a lesson and I suppose we're lucky really it wasn't worse." "I think that's the way to look at it," Mr Hawkins smiled, "it's called growing up." "And, what about the other two boys then," asked Mrs Wilson, "are they alright, are staying on?" "For the moment, yes. Since it all happened in John's tent other than what they were wearing they escaped lightly, well apart from the fact I've sent them to bed as they are feeling pretty awful and very sorry for themselves. I doubt they will be up to very much and should recover just in time to go home!" "Nothing much worse than being ill on a campsite in the rain." added Mrs Kirby looking up at the darkening sky, "it happened to me once, I had a dreadful time." "Quite, that's rather what we thought!" Mr Hawkins smiled. "It should complement their condition nicely!" After much whispering concerning the format the underwear show was to take the boys had gradually deserted Mr Woods' castle tour and taken off to scour the ruins in search of a suitably safe place for the performance. It wasn't easy finding somewhere that was not easily overlooked and they finally decided that what was once a semi-underground storeroom near the original kitchen was the best venue. It had two advantages, a partial vaulted roof should it rain and a single approach that could be very easily monitored, making it seem ideal. The previous evening whilst in cuddled up in bed Andy and James had put their fertile minds to work and devised some extra features to make the event last longer and be far more exciting sexually. "Right shut up and listen, this is wot we're gonna do." Andy waved his hands in the air to get everybody's attention. "And?" called out Martin. "Well get on with it." "Piss off! First wot's gonna happen is everybody's gotta be wearing somebody else pants and..." "I don't want Art's `cause he's always got bloody skidmarks!" said Robin to much laughter. "Fuck off, I ain't this time!" exclaimed Art indignantly. "Oh fuckin' shut up and listen." Andy tried to regain control, but it was a losing battle. "I don't give fuck about skidmarks, so yer gonna just fuckin' swop with whoever yer standing next to if you ain't swopped already." "Oh and you gotta undress each other, that's fucking important." added James. "Why?" "So you can play with 'em when you undresses 'em, I mean being undressed is part of the fun innit?" "Yeah." Richard grinned and looked at Robin. "Dead right it is." "Right. Now listen." said Andy. "We've thought up a few extra things so this ain't just a case of who's got the best pants." "Wot , like who's got the worst pants then?" asked Nigel laughing. "Wot d'you mean?" Art looked up. "Well you probably have!" said James laughing. "Fuck off!" "Yeah, now shut up and listen," called out Andy, "so when yer standing in yer undies we're gonna inspect you `cause we got some things to judge." "Wot like a dog show?" said Ian. "Yeah, woof, fuckin' woof! Now bloody shut up!" it was James turn to outline the proceedings. "So yer gonna get judged on things like who's got the most piss stains, precum spots, most skidmarks, baggiest pants, tightest pants, how many cum stains and all that stuff!" "Bleeding hell we'll be here for days!" said Art excitedly. "But wot a luvly way to spend the day, better than history innit! Well let's fuckin' get started then!" "Do we swop back after then?" "No, we keeps 'em on, never taking off 'em all the time we're here," Andy giggled, "you can't swop back till after the day you've got back home." "Wot!" exclaimed Martin. "They'll be fuckin' awful by then." "So we don't take 'em off at all?" asked Harry. "Oh shit!" "That's right, you just keep wearing 'em." replied James. "And, `cause me and Andy have organised this, we get to stroke yer cocks as we check out yer pants!" "I knew that's why you wanted to do this, disgusting you is!" added Richard. "We knows them two is fuckin' disgusting." said Ian. "Thing is how you gonna take 'em off, they'll be stuck on with cum after all that wanking while we're here!" "Oh shit, so they might all be covered in spunk and could have gert skidmarks even before we wear `em!" said Robin in horror having only just realised what was probably going to happen. "Well you speak for yerself, if you're having gert skidmarks!" added Richard to some laughter. "That's right. I don't expect there's no might about it!" James laughed. "Clever innit!" "Oh fuck!" said Nigel. "Dunno about clever, embarrassing more like it!" "Hang on a minute, so wot's the winner get then?" asked Charlie rather nervously looking up. Sharing the tent with Harry he had been talked into joining the group and until now had been quiet. He was though certain about one thing, in that he was very apprehensive at parading around in somebody else's underpants, particularly Harry's heavily stained Aertex ones. The thought that quietly masturbating with Harry in the tent was one thing, but to go public was something he wasn't sure he could actually go through with. "Good point, we'd thought about bit this didn't us?" James looked at Andy. "And, we thought the winner can have everybody in turn wank so they cums over him inside his pants!" "And, and.." added Andy above the laughter, "of course he can't take `em off till he gets home, can he." "D'you see, that's his prize innit!" said James grinning. "He's gotta wear 'em!" "But they won't be his will they?" said Ian. "If we're all swopping about they could be anybody's... and they'd be a right fuckin' mess! Oh fuck, they could be mine!" "I hope they're mine!" said Art before dissolving into laughter. "When we doing it?" asked Nigel. "You ain't said that yet." "We thought after dinner break, like half past one or something `cause it should still just about be dry and old Woody and that will still be pissing about clearing up after the food won't they?" replied James. "That's it then," said Ian grinning, "so no fuckin' sneaking off to yer tent for a quick wank dinner time, just save yerself!" "Wot a fuckin' cheeky cunt," said Art indignantly, "as though any of us would fuckin' need a dinner time wank!" "The very fuckin' idea of it!" added James. "Fuckin' hell Ian, thoughts of wanking must go through your dirty little mind all the time!" "Well wot we doing then?" asked David looking at Simon. "One of us is gonna sit down and the other is gonna do wot?" "Right, listen." said Simon. "The one who's sat down is gonna get his partner to cum in his pants, he's gotta keep 'em on but he's allowed to pull his shorts down but not right off." "Sounds alright?" Joe looked at Alex who was already eagerly rubbing the bulge in the front of his white shorts.. "How'd you think all this up then?" asked Tom. "D'you sit in bed at night wanking away wondering wot you gonna make us do?" "Something like that!" Simon grinned. "Now bloody shut up, I ain't finished. When you've got yer partner to cum you gotta swop over and do exactly the same to him as he did to you till he cums. Right?" "If you say so." said Jimmy looking at Charles. "So is there prize or something for the first pair to both cum then?" asked David. "No, not a prize but, when there's only one left to cum, that's when he'll use his bottle again!" Simon laughed. "But I ain't telling you wot for yet." "Bollocks! That don't make no sense!" said Joe. "Don't worry, now you got ten seconds to find yer partner and decide who's going first and wot yer gonna do," Simon grabbed David's arm and looked at his watch, "time starts now, then you gotta wait by a chair." The ten seconds quickly passed with much whispering and giggling, the boys pairing off towards the chairs to await Simon's next instruction. "Now, `cause Bri's mum is gonna be back we gotta do this quick, so I reckon we got ten minutes to do this bit. Tom, you can time us on yer watch, right?" "OK, tell me when to start then." said Tom. "Let's hope it needs winding!" added Jimmy. "Shut up." Simon was already starting laugh, he looked around, everybody it seemed had a hand in their pocket already stroking an erection. "Ready on the count of three... one... two... three... start!" It was to be at this stage when the innermost desires of the boy who had chosen to sit were to become evident and in all probability he would be the dominant sexual partner of the two. Quite unaware of what Simon would want the boys to do, Jimmy had been for some time fixated with fellatio and had been practising regular bedtime basis by sucking his thumb whilst masturbating in bed. So, wearing Brian's rather large and pee stained St Michael briefs was for Jimmy then to be presented with Charles a perfect opportunity to perfect his technique. Holding Charles in front of the chair and allowing his erection to poke from the side of Tom's equally ill fitting Y-fronts, Jimmy was about to test the old maxim, that practice makes perfect. In one swift action he took the entire length of Charles modest member into his mouth, his tongue managing to roll the foreskin back allowing him to savour the salty taste that was released. "Fuck..." was all Charles could aspire to, his eyes not so much crossed as dapping round like balls in a pinball machine. On the adjacent chair Simon wearing David's blue BHS briefs also had his partner, a very compliant Joe in front of him restrained between his legs with his back towards him. Joe his shorts around his ankles was wearing the blue Y-fronts belonging to Alex's which had immediately been thoroughly infiltrated by Simon who had been planning the manoeuvre all morning. With one hand around the front through the leg opening allowing him to freely masturbate Joe, his other hand was pushed down the striped waistband at the back. Simon, also noted for his interest in all things anal already had his middle finger inside Joe who was wriggling in delight and was about to follow it with a second digit. As Simon had discovered from his own nightime anal forays, it was possible to ejaculate solely due to prostate massage and he was determined to try to get to Joe to ejaculate in a similar matter. Even if he didn't manage it, they both knew it would be fun trying! Next to Simon were Alex and David, who having drawn the short straw was having to wear briefs that were a little too small for them. Whist David was stitched into Jimmy's white Woolworths briefs whilst Alex had t he string ones that belonged to Simon. However, they had quickly decided that since David was sitting down he could pull his briefs down to allow his erection to point skyward and Alex, also like Simon noted for a fascination in things anal had managed to expose his buttocks whilst keeping his raging erection within the pouch. In their excited state, to all intents and purposes it simply looked to the other boys, as though Alex was simply sat on David's lap who had a hand inside the blue briefs to energetically masturbate him. The truth of course, was that Alex had sat on and had been penetrated by David's erection, as the dribble of semen that was to leak into the seat of Alex's underpants when he withdrew would soon confirm! It was though Brian and Tom though that really surprised the others. As Simon had earlier intimated, Brian had developed a slightly unusual interest for somebody so young and had positioned Tom wearing Charles rather tight St Michael briefs across his knee who being spanked. The tight fit certainly added to Tom's enjoyment, just as Brian thoroughly enjoyed being dressed in Joe's shapeless pee and cum stained Aertex briefs. The spanking was all Brian's own invention and proceeded along the lines of a couple of slaps across both buttocks to be alternated by a gentle, if very probing massage. Whilst Tom's bottom may have been slowly turning red it was worth it for the massage that followed. Brian's hands were everywhere from buttocks to rubbing between Tom's thighs to sliding a hand between his buttocks and entering him with his thumb as he did so. The intensity was built up to the point whereby Tom with red and stinging buttocks, felt Brian's thumb start it's internal massage whilst his other hand suddenly pushed inside the tight briefs. It didn't take more than few strokes before Brian expertly brought Tom to a gasping climax allowing him to squirt several blobs of semen inside and over Brian's hand. "Bleeding hell," said Robbie pulling his hand down from the leg of Barry's shorts, "look at me brother Brian, he's gotta real thing about spanking ain't he?" "That's wot he did to us with that wooden ruler wunnit?" said Barry his hand down the front of his shorts. "Yeah and d'you know I thought I've heard him hitting something in his room." Robbie grinned. "I reckon he's been practising on something in there." "With wot then?" asked Barry, his hand obviously quite occupied deep in his shorts, he pulled a face. "Me willy hurts!" "Dunno, spanking a pillow or something?" "Listen, me willy ain't very well!" Robbie looked around to see that Simon had now swopped places with Joe and that David and Alex were also shuffling around. "D'you want me wank you or not then?" "I think I've worn it out!" Barry giggled. "I was so excited I did it when I woke up and we done it in yer room just before this lot." "Won't it make no more stuff then?" Robbie looked at the hand within the shorts. "Wot you reckon you've over wanked it?" "Yeah, it feels all sore, have a look!" Barry pulled the front of his shorts away from his stomach to allow Robbie to peer inside. "Cor, the ends all red innit? How many times d'you do it yesterday?" "Uumm... three in the day and twice at bedtime!" "It's fuckin' worn out then innit?" replied Robbie beginning to very energetically rub the front of his own shorts as he watched the other boys all swopping positions. "I thinks yer wanking too much!" "Can't stop can I, `cause I loves wanking?" "Well you better bloody stop now or it might drop off!" "D'you reckon?" Barry looked shocked at the thought of it. "Wot really?" "Well I dunno do I?" Robbie grinned. "But now you could wank me off! That's the only good thing about not making any cum, I don't have to wait to refill me balls so I just keep rubbing till I gets that tingling!" "How d'you want me to do it?" "I fancy being over yer knee like wot Tom's doing to Bri now" Robbie looked over to where Tom actively massaging Brian's bottom, "see they've swopped over now." "Hhhhmm... I'd like to try his string pants!" Barry grinned. "Just don't hit me too hard, it's more the bum rub I want!" Now giggling, Robbie had clambered on top of Barry's knee continuing to watch the other eight boys who it seemed were proceeding rapidly down the path to the suburban pre-teen equivalent of bacchanalia. Barry had now started to giggle as well as he attempted to administer the spanking in between leaving no stone unturned or to be precise, leaving no orifice unplugged as the temptation of a digit in Robbie's bottom stared him in the face. "Don't forget to keep looking at yer watch." said Simon to Tom. "I am, don't panic, there's only a minute left." "Good, don't wanna get caught do us?" "Right, times up." suddenly shouted Tom. "Hand's off cocks!" It was an understatement to say the atmosphere inside the tent was heavy with boy sex and time had appeared to pass all to quickly as one by one the boys managed to ejaculate. That was apart from Alex. "Cor, I was enjoying that." said Robbie, looking up at Barry from his lap. "Well we'll go back up to yer room and carry on when this lot have gone!" Having already cum on waking up and again on the first round of the contest it was, even by the remarkable powers of Alex's testicular sperm production going to be something of a miracle for him to cum again after such a short respite. David on the other hand had resisted the pleasures of the flesh on waking so had cum only once and had been able manage something of a token ejaculation the second time around. "Who ain't cum then?" Simon looked around the tent pressing the wet patch of his blue briefs onto his stomach with one hand whilst feeling his bum hole with the other, it certainly felt as though it had been invaded. Joe standing behind was smiling happily and wiping the two fingers he had just withdrawn on the seat of his briefs, though to be more accurate on the seat of Alex's pale blue Y-fronts. The boys all looked very pleased with themselves and most were, like Simon fondling their dribbling erections through their briefs. All that was except Charles who with his hand rammed down the front of his briefs appeared to be in the throes of trying to ejaculate yet again! "Goggles, you'll go fuckin' blind, now stop it!" said Tom with some amusement. "I am going blind, look at me glasses!" replied Charles to much laughter, having entered fully into the spirit of the mornings activities although unaware that his eyes were again crossed. "Right, who ain't cum yet?" called out Simon over the growing laughter. Everybody looked at each other, Alex on realising that everybody else had managed it put his hand in the air to a mixture of cheers and laughter. "Right then, now yer gonna cum for all of us." Simon grinned. "So get yer bottle and lie down, you better take yer shorts off as you might need them to go home in and them take yer pants off and put them over yer head!" "Wot d'you mean?" asked Alex in surprise. "Take yer shorts off and then take yer pants off and put them over yer head when you're lying down." repeated Simon to further laughter. "And be careful with 'em `cause they're mine!" "Wot, you're a pervert!" replied Alex laughing, nevertheless he was becoming quite excited at the prospect of whatever was to follow. "I hope they ain't got no skidmarks!" "No they have not." said Simon very firmly. "His have." David pointed to Joe. "Piss off!" "Now stop laughing, we gotta get on before Bri's mum comes back." Simon stood over Alex, lying on the grass with the string briefs pulled over his head and his cock very obviously fully erect. "Somebody get his milk bottle and put it between his legs under his balls." "There." David stood back wondering what was going to happen next. "Alex, grip the bottle with yer legs," said Simon, "now we can't hang about in case she mum comes back." "Well bleeding well get on with it then." said Jimmy. "You sure he can hear you with them string bits over his earholes?" "Shut up," Simon was starting giggle, "see wot we're gonna do is aim to piss inside bottle and fill it up while Alex wanks to make up for not cumming earlier!" "Don't forget to pull yer pants down like we did at school." added Brian. The situation being quite ridiculous most boys were starting to laugh and began aiming their hard cocks in the general direction of Alex, knowing full well that it was impossible to accurately hit the target with an erection. Alex, who had attained a certain affinity with matters connected with urine was licking his spunk off the inside of Simon's briefs when he felt the first jet of hot liquid splatter over his stomach. "Alex, get wanking!" called out Simon over the growing laughter. Alex needed no second bidding and began masturbating as several jets of pee cascaded over his lower body, none of course going anywhere near the bottle. It was however when a particularly yellow stream saturated the briefs covering his head he tentatively sampled the liquid serving to encourage him to redouble his efforts in an attempt to bring himself to a wet and messy climax. "Sorry, missed!" it was Tom's voice. "Liar!" Brian laughed. Inside the sodden cotton Alex smiled to himself, he knew Tom's growing interests as well. The lunchbreak over, the boys had quickly made their way back to the castle and immediately started getting ready for the underwear show. With everybody having stripped down to show they were wearing somebody else's underpants the combination of laughter and embarrassment rapidly grew. Andy and James were about to start the second round of judging and trying to get the contestants to stand in a circle so they could all see what was happening. Art having swopped with Nigel had won the first heat which featured the worst fitting underpants by dint of the fact that having suffered the ravages of countless ejaculations they didn't so much fit as hang. The second round was for the most stained fly and it appeared to be almost a foregone conclusion as to who was going to win it. Charlie, clad only in Harry's new Aertex briefs knew full well that the flimsy material was far superior to blotting paper when it came to absorption. Being new to such communal displays he was feeling both very aroused, yet very embarrassed and wondering if he was going to be laughed at when it came to being inspected. It was unfortunate for Charlie that his mother thought he couldn't be sent off to camp in old clothes and had bought him, much to his disappointment some white Y-fronts which were now worn by Harry. At Harry's persistent instigation both had masturbated the night before whilst wearing their briefs and then slept in them, leaving Charlie's once pristine new white Y-fronts damp, smelly and stained. Then that morning Charlie had been woken by the unmistakable sound of a teenage cock being rapidly massaged, Harry who now seemed to be impervious to any embarrassment then persuaded Charlie to join him in the act to deposit further semen into the new briefs. Finally just before lunch Harry had taken Charlie back to the tent where they had swopped underpants and Harry found himself unable to stop himself quickly masturbating again. Charlie stood and watched as Harry ejaculated into the Y-fronts, absolutely turned on by the sight he was barely able to resist cumming in the Aertex briefs he was wearing for fear of further embarrassment during the contest. "Right, come on Charlie lets have a butchers then." Andy, accompanied by James moved to stand in front of Charlie and put a hand out to pull the waistband away from his stomach so they could peer inside. "Not too bad I `spose." Andy looked at James, pushed his other hand deep inside and winked. "It's a bit sticky!" Missing the joke Charlie looked disappointed that his boyhood only warranted such an unflattering comment almost as though it wasn't even his! "I ain't seen it before properly," James stared inside as Andy rolled Charlie's somewhat bent and slender few inches of boyhood between his fingers. "Why's everybody been circumcised, ain't many of us left in one piece!" "Please... please.. stop it..." gasped Charlie, having been on the cusp of ejaculation since Harry had masturbated in the tent before lunch, Andy's fingers stroked the sticky length of Charlie's cock, he was doomed. "Let's have a feel then." said James reaching in and pushing Andy's hand out of the way. "Cor, Yer all sticky mate! Yer cocks been leaking!" With the other boys starting to laugh and openly playing with themselves poor Charlie was now puce with embarrassment and willing himself not to ejaculate. "James, please stop.. please.. or I'm gonna.." He didn't get to finish the sentence, instead his knees buckled and his body shuddered as a torrent of hot spunk gushed from his cock, over James' hand and to flood the Aertex briefs. "Bleeding hell!" exclaimed Richard watching the semen instantly filtering through the flimsy mesh. "Glad I don't wear them things!" Art had to be nudged twice by Nigel before he stopped gazing at the mess Charlie was in. "Wot's want?" "Now don't fuckin' turn round too quickly, go slow and look over by them gert pile of stones by the broken arch in the corner." whispered Nigel. "Why?" "Just fuckin' do it slowly and then tell me wot you see." "Fuck!" exclaimed Art turning back to face Nigel. "We're being bloody watched ain't us?" "That's wot I thought. Now I'm gonna say it nice and loud that I'm going for a piss and," replied Nigel, "I'll fuckin' catch him and drag him back, whoever he fuckin' is!" "Right." Art grinned as Nigel duly announced he was going for a call of nature and strode off wearing Art's spare Y-fronts and a pair of wellington boots. ####################################################### Chap 141 to follow