Date: Tue, 16 Jun 2009 01:03:53 -0700 (PDT) From: Ami Subject: Brief Encounters chap 28 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: amias05@yahoo.com *************************************************************************************************** Chapter 28 – Rub-a-dub-dub Simon was becoming confused. These last few days seemed to have flown by and with them a great many new experiences both good and bad. The afternoon break offered him fifteen minutes to be by himself and to think things through, particularly as his next task had already been set by Tom and Alex. He walked to the far end of the playgound and sat on small wall by the path that led down to the bicycle sheds to think things through. Until now, he had always thought of sex as being mechanical and something to be indulged in at every possible opportunity. He was now beginning to realise that running parallel with sex were other feelings and emotions which he didn't really understand. The most noticeable of these being the strong bond that he had developed with Tom and Alex. Originally the relationship had been purely sexual but now it had turned into an intense friendship and they almost thought of Simon as a younger brother! Naturally though, they expected honesty in all matters including his sexual exploits and it was that aspect which was currently on his mind. However, it was the relationship with his older brother, Art that had really blossomed. Simon now realised that he had probably misjudged some of Art's actions, when in fact Art thought he was only doing what he thought a big brother should do to help his sibling discover himself! The very fact that they now hugged each other and Art had offered to share the benefit of his hitherto, very private, sexual world was proof enough. Yet, despite all that Simon knew that he was also a vital player in an ongoing plan to totally embarrass Art who had been stealing other younger boys underwear! Admittedly it seemed a great idea at the time, but now Simon wanted to protect Art from the rough justice that had been planned. That very evening Simon was supposed to be searching and stealing Art's own underpants ready for the show planned for Wednesday! He didn't know what to do and he could hardly tell Tom and Alex at this late stage that he wanted to drop out. On the other hand, Simon was intrigued by Art's sex life and the unfettered masturbation sessions he frequently held with Nigel and Martin which had proved so incredibly thrilling to eavesdrop on. He had to admit that exploring Art's secret world had provided him with the best of his many bedtime fantasies! Tom grabbed Alex by the hand and pulled him into the empty classroom. "Wot!" Alex exclaimed. "Look, we got five minutes before the last lesson starts," said Tom, "and, I just wanted to say that.. that Martin thing is still going round in me head and.." "Don't worry about it, we've said all that once." said Alex, "It's not gonna affect us is it?" "No.. no, I `spose not... but I still feel sorta guilty." "Don't! Guilty, why? Because you fancy wot's in his trousers?" Tom blushed. "So do I!!" Alex grinned and rubbed the front of his shorts! "Ain't you ever seen some boy and thought...oooohhh I wonder wot's in his pants?" "Yeah.. like when I first met you!" Tom blushed again. "That's true!" "You sod.. don't start me off!" "But, wot I said about him being a big brother bit, see that's true as well.. I think he'd be luvly, if he would sorta do it.. don't you?" "Yer, right. Be great to have somebody who like... knew more than us, who we could sorta trust and that." "It's all right being an only child," Alex paused to think, "but there ain't never nobody there when you want something that you can't ask yer parents is there?" "No, you got it right. See, Simon can ask Art can't he?" said Tom. "But, if Martin would like be friends then we'd all have somebody wouldn't we, see? And I bet he gets as confused as we do being on his own and that." "Problem is, I mean.. like we are just like hoping he would like to play big brother to us! D'you think he would? Even if he was just like a good older friend it would be nice, yer?" "Yer. That would do." "And he might play with our cocks as well!" added Alex mischievously. The lesson bell rang. "Come let's sit down now, I quite like this history thing now." said Alex. "Just don't worry." "I've avoided him today," said Tom quietly, "I couldn't quite face him, y'know." "Yer, I understand." Tom nudged Alex, "So, I'll try and bump into him tomorrow then... and give him his belt back, yer... and sorta ask him?" "Please!" For Tom and Alex life was blissfully simplistic, there were no real problems to face and they were well cared for by their parents. It was their age of innocence, their little world and as such to recruit a surrogate big brother just seemed the most natural thing to do! School was over. Just for a change it was Art who pushed past Simon and jumped off the bus platform first and set off up the road towards home. Purposely allowing Art to get a few paces in front Simon stared at Art's ample bum to try to establish if Art was wearing any briefs that day, after all Simon had been given the task of stealing them all! Nothing. Surely he thought, Art would soon put a hand in his trouser pocket to adjust matters, normally they were never out! A minute later his wish was granted as Art thought it was indeed time to check on his overworked cock. As Simon hoped the grey trouser material was soon pulled taught by the hand exploring the extremities of the pocket. There was no further mystery as running across Art's buttock was the familiar outline of the elastic that belonged to what were probably a pair of Y-fronts. "Damn! Damn!" Simon muttered to himself, "How the fuck am I supposed to I steal all his pants if he's still wearing `em!" "Wot?" Art turned and grinned. "Wot you on about?" The outline of his hand toying with the squishy head of his cock was not missed by eagle eyed Simon. "Simon, you talking to me.. or are you losing the fuckin' plot?" "I've fuckin' lost it!" replied Simon, "But yer cock looks nice!" "It is nice, nicer than your's! So piss off!" Simon gave him the V sign! "Hurry up!" said Art pausing whilst Simon caught up. Art was always in hurry at this time of day, he was looking forward to his ritual after-school wank! But, dare he mention it, in this era of new found sexual freedom and honesty with Simon? No, maybe not today! A change of subject was the thing. "Hey Si, I promised dad that I would cut the back lawn when I got home today... you don't fancy doing it do you... he might give you a few bob!" Simon drew level, "No.. fuck off! I got me homework and I want to get it out of the way." "Shit! Bloody clever clogs!" Art playfully slapped him on the bum. "Nice little ass you got!" "You dirty fucker, it's all you think about isn't it? Cocks and bums!" "So do you! Anyway, it's a nice little ass!" Art hit it again, "Will you show it to me?" "No I fuckin' won't!" "Shame!" That was Simons cue to raise something he had been working on for a few days and waiting for the opportunity to arise. The time was now. "Hey, Art be serious.. talking of bums, at school today..." "Bums!" that nailed Art's attention, "Wot about bums?" "Have you, you... ummm... ever.. been.. ummm... spanked Art?" Art blushed again and hoped Simon hadn't noticed. He evaded the question. "Why? Wot makes you say that? Wot at school d'you mean?" "Nuffin'." said Simon, "Just wondered." Art was hooked. He poked Simon in the ribs, there was more to this than just the comment. "Just wondered wot? I know when you're fucking' lying... now what is it?" Simon started to giggle, "Well see.. this is so funny... there's a kid in our year called Timmy.." "Yer and.." Art was intrigued. "Well this Timmy says his dad spanks him very hard.. if he'd been really naughty like." Art's eyes, ears, imagination and hand in his pocket went into overdrive, "Go on.. go on.. how? Don't think I know him?" "Nor do I really!" said Simon. Especially as he was making it all up! "See, Timmy's not in my class, but I've heard he's a right dirty little sod and he also wanks off in the back of the class!" "Mmmhh!" Art was definitely hooked, "Can he cum?" "Oh I don't know! But I think's so, `cause he was on about wiping his fingers on his socks where it wouldn't show! "I don't `spose he'd make much cum anyway," said Art sifting the information, "if he was like only your age!" "Well," continued Simon, "but it's not about his wanking wot I was gonna say, it's about the spanking thing. Yer, something I overheard him telling some other kid!" "Well go on then." Art was sounding really excited, "Wot'd he say about being spanked... I didn't think parents did that much any more!" "Not sure, but I think this is wot he said, `cause I couldn't quite hear... sounded like his dad don't need much excuse to grab him and.." "Cor!" "and he even likes to undo and pull the boys shorts down as sort of part of the punishment.. sorta embarrass him I `spose!" "Ooooh.. fuck!" Art was visualising a thirteen boy being undressed by an irate father! "Yer, that's right...and I think he also said.. that dad then sorta bends him over his knee.. and Timmy, he's just his pants... for the spanking like!" "Ooooh..." Art sucked air in between his teeth. His cock was now hard, as in rock. "Really... fuck! Then, then... he then spanks him? Does he.. does he? How many times?" "Yer, about a dozen I thinks so.." Simon couldn't help noticing Art's enhanced trouser pocket manipulations and was now having difficulty not laughing at his brother! He just had to play this right up to hilt. Tom and Alex would be proud of him! "The next bit I don't know, whether to believe him." said Simon slowly, " `Cause then he said that it was a big turn on being spanked... over the knee in just his pants... even though it sorta hurt a bit.. it stung, I think he said! And.." "Fuck!" said Art. After three days wear the only remaining and very stained briefs that he possessed were now about to absorb the first of a new infusion of precum. "Cor, I wonder if he gets a hard on? Reckon he does! How old is he?" Art's imagination was running wild! "Only the same as us, like second years." Simon, was having to exercise extreme control in keeping a straight face. He started to cough a little as a means of releasing some of the pent up laughter. Art had fallen for it. Now the best bit. "Art, I don't know if I should tell you this.. here, you'd better not say nothing in case it gets back to Timmy.. but, I wonder if you believe it.. d'you think it's possible?" "Well.. wot, wot... wot's fuckin' possible?" asked Art very excitedly. "Can you point this little Timmy out to me one day? I'd like to see him in his shorts.. does he play with his cock in his pockets?" "Yer." Simon nodded. Art was now entering a world of his own, visualising a pert little ass in some very tight, tenting white briefs bent over his knee. He could almost feel the warmth of the boys body and the wriggling bum when he slipped a finger under the elastic of his briefs.. Art broke off from his dream, his dirty Y-fronts were now damp with precum. He asked excitedly "Anyway.. so wot was fuckin' possible.. you ain't said yet!" "Well..." Simon, was drawing it out, "Timmy said he came in his pants... when his dad was spanking him.. can you believe that?" Art blushed. So he wasn't the only one to cum when being spanked! "Shit! And this Timmy said all that..." "Oh yer!" said Simon. "He seemed to want to tell this other kid... could it be that it was like... ummm guilt, `cause like he had enjoyed being spanked.. d'you reckon that's possible?" Guilt. Pleasure. Whatever! Art was as guilty as anybody! "Could be.. I.. I, dunno!" Art stuttered. This tale was food for further dirty thoughts. "Now, don't say nothing will you to Nige or that?" "Course not." "And, I want to see him ... you gotta point him out to me!" Simon nodded and coughed again to disguise his laughter. Art tried to hide his bulging trousers behind his school bag as he approached the front garden gate. "Anyway we're home now and I got do that fuckin' lawn.. you got yer key?" Simon nodded and opened the front door. The boys immediate reaction on getting home was to remove their school blazers and throw them over the banisters. Then, in Simons case find something to nibble and in Art's case usually nip to his bedroom up for quick wank! "Mum, we're home!" shouted Simon wandering off into the kitchen to look for something to eat. Silence. "Where's she gone then?" asked Art looking around the hall. "Bloody shopping!" cried Simon from the kitchen, "There's a note here. Say's she's back about five o'clock... but I can't read the rest of it!" "Let's have a butchers." said Art. He walked into the kitchen to find Simon standing between a couple of chairs by the edge of the kitchen table leaning over to reading the scribbled note. Art stood to his side and peered over his shoulder. "You bloody twit Simon, it says... turn the fuckin' oven on at number seven if I'm not back by five!" "That's good, at least it's tea then! Cor, does she say fuckin'?" Simon was giggling. "Fuck off!" Art poked him, "Oh hang on it says something else... let me see.." With that Art leant forward and squashed Simon against the table. Then very quickly and firmly he grabbed him around the waist and pushing him forward so that he was trapped between the table and Art's rock hard cock. "You bastard.. you gotta a bloody hard on!" cried Simon giggling, "Let me go... I got homework!" Art simply rammed his cock harder into the back of the grey shorts, "Fuck yer homework... I wanna see your little ass... and fuckin' spank it.. just like that dirty little sod Timmy!" "No! No!" said Simon still struggling, "Wot about the lawn for dad..." "Fuck the lawn!" whispered Art in Simon's ear, "I want your bum!" Despite the fact they were both giggling and Simon was trying to escape Art managed to reach down with his free arm to put his hand right between Simon's legs and up to cup his crutch with his fingers! "You dirty little fucker.. you're hard as well!" exclaimed Art as he gently explored the front of his shorts. "So are you!" retorted Simon, "Oh fuck... I'm enjoying this!" "You just bloody wait!" Art released Simon's crutch and started trying burrow his way up the leg of the his shorts. Simon was squirming in delight as Art's stubby fingers finally found their way to his briefs. Seconds later the fingers had forced themselves under the tight elastic and were gently scratching his hairless scrotum. "Art... please.. just a minute!" "Wot?" Art paused, "I'm not hurting you or anythin?" "No, no!" said Simon, "I was gonna say that if you release me I ain't gonna escape.. but why don't we go up to me bedroom.. it's in the front then we can see if mum comes back or anything!" Art grinned, "You filthy little sod, I'm fuckin' horny mind..." "So am I! Come on lets go!" "OK... but I'm gonna take your shorts off and follow you upstairs with out 'em!" Before Simon had time to even agree he found himself standing there, his tenting Woollies briefs partly covered by crumpled shirt tails. He felt strangely vulnerable but nevertheless very excited. He kicked the shorts off. "And.. you then.. as well!" said Simon, "I've bin wanting to do it for ages!" Art was really surprised, "Shit I never knew.. why didn't you say something?" "Thought you'd tell me to fuck off!" Art grabbed him. "You silly fucker... you don't really know me do you?" "No.. but I'd really like to." Simon looked up. "Si, I'm not quite what you might think... I know I'm a dirty bugger but, well there's a lot more to me." "You mean like.." Simon chose his words carefully, "the brotherly bit and that?" "Something like that, especially lately like, a lot of things happening." Art stopped. He didn't want to open up his emotions again. "Hey, we gotta get a move on or mum'll be home!" Simon was pointing to Arts straining trousers, "Can I?" "Anytime." Art nodded and grinned. "You ain't never guessed then that I've bin watching you in your little shorts for the last year! I been wanting to get me hands on your little cock and ass for ages!" "Fuck!" That was a revelation. "Art.. why haven't we ever talked about ?" "Dunno... I `spose I got my mates, like you got yours." Art paused, "And I think it was like 'cause, well you were younger... and I `spose you weren't obviously playing with yer cock... not like you do now!" "I been doing it for ages," Simon blushed, "but been careful not to do it in front of anybody!" "You don't care now though!" "Is it that obvious!" said Simon nervously. "To me.. and maybe dad, he don't miss much!" Simon looked horrified, "Dad!" "Anyway, it was then I began to...uumm... get interested!" Art giggled, "Well know we know.. so lets get on with this or me cock will go down and mum'll be back before you can say... wank!" It was the first time Simon had the opportunity to undress his brother, his hands nervously fumbled as they help for the clasp. The trousers were bulging obscenely, pulling down the zip released the pressure and the rather pee stained white cotton briefs were pushed out by Art's all too erect prick. Simon watched as the trousers fell to the floor, Art stood there with them crumpled around his feet then slowly stepped out of them. The true state of his three day old briefs was now revealed. Simon stood back, looked and sniffed! "Fuckin' hell Art... look at your pants... they're fuckin' filthy. And.. look at that!" Simon was pointing to the glistening wet patch that was now very apparent despite all the other pee and cum stains! "Ain't you got any clean ones?" That was definitely a rhetorical question! Art grunted and ignored it. Still giggling, Simon wouldn`t admit it but the grubby nature of the Art's pants added considerably to his excitement. Art, was past caring his mind was on something else. "Come on then, up the bleeding stairs before mum get's back." Seconds later they tumbled into Simon's room throwing their discarded clothes on the floor. Art sat on the bed and patted it indicating that Simon should sit by his side. "I got an idea.." Art's eyes were glinting. "Wot?" Simon was so happy that was Art treating him as a sexual equal. All his inhibitions gone, his hand was down the front of his briefs openly rubbing his cock. "Oi! Don't you dare cum yet!" Art was watching. "Save it!" "But Art, you forgot I can't cum!" Simon grinned, "Well not to make the cum stuff, but I can keep going and have about four dry ones in row!" "Shit... you little bugger! No wonder it was sore the other day" Art was grinning, "I'd forgotten wot it was like to do that!" "Oooh... first one soon!" Simon was going for it! "No! Bloody wait... first I want to do this!" Art stood up, turned and leant over to start to unbutton Simon's white school shirt. Standing there, his crutch almost pushed into in Simon's face. Simon sniffed, he couldn't resist it. The air was thick with the smell of adolescent sex, dried cum and piss, but mainly Art's lived-in underpants. Art quickly looked down and grinned, "We're a fuckin' dirty pair aren't we?" Simon nodded. This was incredible, undreamt of even by his fantasy standards. Was it possible that all big brothers were as gentle and loving as Art? The truth was, no. Simon was very lucky. With Art still fiddling with his shirt Simon was unable to resist any longer and he made a grab for Art's waist, pulling him into his face. Right on target the patch of translucent material containing head of Art's cock parted Simon's waiting lips. Still rubbing himself through his briefs he sucked the warm precum through the cotton. "You... oh... fuck!" rarely was Art was stuck for words. For once Simon was in control. Art didn't care. Sucking hard and extracting the precum from both Art's cock and the impregnated cotton he let his other hand snake around to push it's way inside Art's baggy briefs. The worn elastic offered no resistance and soon Simon's little fingers were running up and down Art's hot, sweaty ass crack. Simon thought he knew what was going to happen next, not realising Art had other ideas. "Fucking hell.. you done this before!" said Art in between gasps. "You love dirty pants don't you!" "Mmmmhhh!" "I gonna cum soon if you keep this up...oh fuck... ohhh! Stop!" Art was sounding very close and was clenching his buttocks together in anticipation. "Mmmmhhh..." "Si, I was gonna spank you... oh fuck... please stop before I..." "Cum!" Simon released the sodden material and looked up grinning. He licked the dribbles of saliva from around his mouth. It tasted of a delicious mixture of stale piss, dried cum and now precum. Simon didn't say anything as this was clearly brotherly love on the grand scale. He blinked a couple of times, something that did not go unnoticed by Art. With an orgasm imminent Art couldn't afford wait any longer! In one swift movement he sat back on the bed and pulled Simon over his knee so that his drooling cock could hump Simon's hip as he was spanked! Art grinned, "First... this!" Simon was giggling uncontrolably, "Wot?" Art started to run both his hands all over Simons briefs paying particular attention as he pushed the material into his ass crack whilst cupping the pouch below with his other hand. "I hope your fuckin' bums clean!" "Wot! You're fuckin' not!" "You just wait, I fuckin' am!" Art's hand by now pushed his hand inside Simon's briefs and was slowly kneading his hard cock between his fingers. "Now, I won't hurt you." Art pushed his leaking cock against Simon's hips, the feel of the slimy wet fabric really excited Simon. "You gotta say if I hit you too hard.. all right?" Simon grinned, "If you keep poking me in me side with yer prick like that you're gonna cum in yer pants!" "Mmmhhh! I know! Fun innit!" Without warning Art's gentle massaging suddenly stopped and was replaced by three sharp slaps across Simon's bottom! "Fuck...oh fuck, that hurts!" "Just as it should do!" replied Art quickly giving him a further three slaps! "Now I'll rub it better!" With that Art restarted the massage on Simon's bum. In addition he pushed his own cock into Simon's hip as he rubbed the very tip of Simon's hard cock with his other hand. "Fuck... that's...oh fuck.. I'm gonna..." "Oh no you're fuckin' not!" said Art firmly before delivering another three stinging blows. "Not so hard... they hurt!" "Sorry, I'll have to rub it better again then! Won't I?" Art repeated the same procedure four or five times, humping and wanking Simon in between the slaps. "You bum looks a bit red!" said Art giggling as he pulled down the back of Simon's pants. "Wot!" Simon sounded alarmed! "Well who's gonna see it you idiot! I'd better check it out!" Art was still giggling as he pushed his hand down the back of Simon's pants. Slowly he felt his way on down between legs, his fingers very gently running in the bottom of the hot little valley search for a certain spot! "I just fancied putting me arm down here as well... you don't mind?" "Ooohh noooo!" Art had the one hand poised to invade Simon's bumhole whilst the other was still busily manipulating his little cockhead. Simon was past caring, let alone bothering to answer. He merely grunted as he enjoyed what appeared to be a strange new burning sensation that Art had somehow managed to induce from his rigid cock. The spanking had certainly made his bum very sensitive to Art's gentle touch and with his cock feeling as though it were on fire he was experiencing some very new and very pleasurable feelings. Art very slowly and deliberately explored his crack. Simon wasn't listening when Art whispered, "We're gonna cum together and I really, really want you to cum when you're on top of me!" Withdrawing his hand from Simon's briefs, Art looked at his second finger before he rubbed it inside his own briefs to coat it with warm precum. Simon was now so relaxed that there was little resistance when Art pushed the well lubricated finger against the little puckered sphincter entered. Sensing time was short before he would ejaculate himself, Art pulled Simon tightly to him and started humping his slimy briefs against Simon's thigh whilst his finger went to work prodding at the spongy prostate. His other hand had easily gripped the entire length of Simon's hard cock and Art started to roughly wank him off. With the excitement of the foreplay it was less than a minute before Art found himself groaning as he rammed his swollen cock into Simon's thigh. Inevitably, with the intense feeling of his cock sliding around inside his cum sodden briefs, Art was unable to control himself and started to spew his slimy load inside. In the throes of his orgasm he pulled Simon very tightly to him, virtually squeezing the stream of hot spunk out from his own willing cock and all around. Having brought Simon to the brink he was still humping when Simon's orgasm started having been triggered by the feeling of Art's hot, wet spunky pants sliding over his thigh. Simon had a monumental climax during which his small body almost appeared to go onto spasm as he moaned and writhed around on Art's lap. To say both boys were overcome was an understatement! Simon seemed now barely conscious after his frenzied climax and Art was looking utterly was exhausted, slumped forward on top of his younger brother with both hands still inside Simon's briefs! It was a couple of minutes before Art finally surfaced, opened his eyes and straightened up to survey the scene. He smiled to himself and looked down at Simon lying across him, still breathing heavily with his eyes closed. Withdrawing his hand from the back of Simon's briefs he eased back on the bed and pushed it down the front of his own briefs. They were simply saturated with spunk, he squished his now softening cock around in the slime, brought his fingers back out and licked them! Withdrawing his other hand from the front of Simon's briefs and his now rather shrunken cock he noticed something on his fingers! He grinned and lifted his hand to his lips. He was right, it was! Simon had managed his first proper orgasm, now wonder he had been moaning and writhing about so much! For a minute Art just sat there then suddenly realised he had tears running down his face. With his other emotional experiences of late this brotherly bonding thing was too much to contemplate at times! He had been instrumental in Simon leaving childhood and becoming a young man, albeit very young! It would be a day neither would forget. Art wiped his face and poked Simon hard between his bum cheeks! "Oi... you little wanker... you've cum!" Art's voice was cracking, He rubbed his eyes again. "Wot!" Simon was barely with it "I said, you've fuckin' cum!" Art pushed his fingers down into Simon's face, "Lick 'em... it's all yours... it's in yer fuckin' pants!" "Wot!" "Fuckin' cum innit!" Simon suddenly rolled off Art and sat up onto the bed as though he had an electric shock! Art smiled and put an arm round him, "You're a proper little man now!" Simon still couldn't believe it. He pulled out the front of briefs and stared down to see a few drops of opaque liquid clinging to the white cotton by the end of his shrunken cock. He looked back up at Art and threw his arms around him, "I can cum..." Art couldn't hold back the tears any longer. "Yer, you can!" "Hey!" Simon asked. "But, why you crying?" "I don't fuckin' know!" replied Art, "Because.. because..." "Because you're a silly fucker!" said Simon and then started giggling. He looked down again, "Hey, you'd better go and change you're making everything sticky with them pants full of cum!" That brought it home, change into what, though? Art had given everything else back and only had what he was wearing! "Oh shit!" said Art getting up and grabbing trousers, "Yer, `course better do it now." He smiled at Simon who was still staring down the front of his pants in disbelief as he left the room. "Oi, and now you're a proper little wanker... you'd better leave it for a couple of hours before trying again or it'll drop off!" "Wot!" at first Simon looked up in horror, then he grinned. "Hey, I'm a proper wanker!" Back in his own room Art pondered what he could do. He soon decided on a plan driven mainly by the fact that he knew it was gym the next day and he could not be seen without any underwear again! The first thing was to take off the smelly, sticky briefs and put on his jeans with the horrible rough seams, then he would slip into the bathroom and wash the offending underpants. Washing clothes was not one of his stronger attributes however he returned very pleased with himself having washed them in hair shampoo. They still might not have been that clean but at least they did smell nice! Quite how he would get them dry in time for the morning by merely hanging them in the back of his wardrobe was another matter! ################################################################# Chap 29 to follow