Date: Tue, 06 Oct 2009 08:30:41 +0100 From: Tom Subject: Brief Encounters Chapter 38 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 *************************************************************************************************** Since I have been away so much recently I may have missed sending the odd reply to an email so please do remind me if I owe you a missive! ***************************************************************************************************** Chapter 38 – The spoils of war "Well, you got any more Art?" "No, they' were all in yer bag weren't they?" Art shook his head. "But I wouldn't mind the odd pair.. you know." "You fuckin' pervert!" said Nigel grinning, "Yer, I know wot for!" "Well don't tell me you ain't taking a pair home to check 'em out?" "Might do." Nigel tried to keep a straight face. "Well you bloody well will, I know you!" said Art feeling his cock through his pocket. "Shut up." replied Nigel, "Now then Ian, wot you got, let's get 'em in here quick before the breaks over and lesson bell goes again." Watching Nigel furtively stuffing the stolen briefs into his locker Ian was rather mystified at the turn the conversation had taken and couldn't quite see what the attraction in retaining any of the stolen underpants was all about. As he searched in his bag he reasoned to himself that somehow it must be something of a turn on else why would Nigel and Art risk stealing them? What was he missing? The big question was dare he keep a pair himself to find out just what that turn on was? It was when his cock started to raise itself again within his cummy briefs that he decided that the sticky tube of flesh had answered the question for him. "Is that all then?" asked Nigel watching Ian as he handed over the briefs that he had in his bag. "Strange, thought you had more than that!" "Yer, think that's it." Ian replied rather unconvincingly. Avoiding looking Nigel in the eye he knew that there were still two pairs of briefs hidden under the books at the bottom of his bag. Knowing himself to be very naive and unimaginative sexually, it was pretty obvious that to Nigel and Art these were highly prized items. So he reasoned, if only he could find out how they were used as a masturbation aid it could be an opportunity to expand his own limited sexual repertoire. Art nudged him, "You ain't taking any home then?" "No, no..." Ian blushed and hoped that Art hadn't noticed, which of course he had. Just as he had also noticed Ian's cock growing in his trousers. "But.. ummm.. I mean... wot would I do with 'em? I've never ummm..." "Don't you like playing in yer pants?" asked Nigel innocently, trying to ascertain more of Ian's sexual habits. "Ummm.. dunno." Ian hadn't really ever thought about it. "You should!" Before Ian could object Art had brazenly reached down and squeezed the hardening cock through his trousers. "Fuck off!" Ian looked round in a panic. "They'll think we're queer or something!" "We ain't, we just likes to touch each others willies!" said Art beginning to laugh. "Looks like you could do with another wank, it's getting bigger mate!" observed Nigel, "Come on down the bog and I'll pull it for you right now!" Ian was bright red yet again. The fact was it didn't take much and the ease at which he could be embarrassed was fast becoming something of a game for Art and Nigel! Art continued, "Well, if you was me, which of course you ain't.. I `spect you'd be checking 'em out for any stains and that and.." "Wot stains! Like piss and... and... you wouldn't? Wot! Really!" Embarrassed or not, Ian's eyes were now wide open and his ears were almost visibly flapping! "Gotta sniff 'em all over as well!" Art wrinkled his nose and sniffed like a mouse, "Not the bum bit though!" This was all new ground to Ian, since all he had ever done was to wank into his pyjamas going to bed. Now here he was, hearing about things that he never even knew existed nor dreamt about. All had been filtered out by his very prim and proper upbringing as an only child. A childhood when sex was never talked about and masturbation considered something a dirty act. Nigel interrupted, "Then, `course you'd try and put 'em on.. or at least try to over yer hard cock and have a wank in 'em wouldn't you?" Ian's eyes open even wider! Wanking in some unknown boys dirty briefs. He could feel his cock was about to begin making a wet spot but couldn't control it! Nigel continued, " `cause you'd be thinking that the little bugger who been wearing 'em did the same, wouldn't you? And, he might have fingered his ass in 'em as well! Eh Art, you'd know about that wouldn't you?" Ian drew breath. Never could he remember being so excited as to what he was hearing, these ideas that were casually being tossed around for self-gratification by using another boys underwear just had to be explored. Now he was beginning to see the attraction! Why hadn't he ever become friends with Art and Nigel before? "And of course," said Art, looking down at Ian's trousers, "I do know somebody right here who has even been fuckin' known to even suck the goodness out of a pair of pants.. he's sucked mine that's for sure!" That did it, Ian's cock was now fully erect and the fly of his trousers was quite obviously under some pressure. The wet spot increased as the grey trouser material started to absorb the small leakage precum, in any event his briefs had never really dried from the earlier session with Art in the toilet. "No! You don't mean it?" said Ian in disbelief. "Wot! Nige's has sucked yer pants?" "Oh yer." replied Art casually. "Hey, come on let's go or we'll be late for the last lesson." It took a lot to embarrass Nigel and even that comment didn't do it, he just carried on as they started walking. "You want to try it Ian, especially if they've been wanked in 'em first! I mean, you've tasted yer own cum ain't you?" Without really thinking Ian nodded, "Yer. No, yer, I mean... no, course I ain't!" "Course not, you're a good boy!" said Art giggling and reaching over and squeezing Ian's fly yet again. "Oh fuck off!" In truth he was thoroughly enjoying both the attention and the experience, so much so that he felt another dribble of precum seep into wet briefs. That caused him to miss his step and he momentarily went red yet again, Art as quick as a flash picked up on it. "You ain't cumming in your pants again are you?" Double red! "Tell you wot," Nigel looked at the bewildered Ian and grinned, "I'll bet your pants are bit wet.. so come down the bog and I'll suck 'em while you've still got 'em on!" Ian blushed, yet again. He knew he was on the verge of ejaculating, what a day. Dare he say yes, he desperately wanted Nigel to do that very thing but knew the circumstances were against it? Plucking up all his courage he tugged on Nigel's sleeve and said quietly, "Can we do it somewhere else... another day?" "I'd love to! I'll teach you how to do it to me as well!" Nigel smiled and rubbed his own erection through the front of his trousers. "Wot about this weekend then, when we sort out the details of the big plan?" "Wot!" Ian hadn't really expected Nigel to agree so readily. Hoist by his own petard even. His eyes couldn't open any wider, his cock lurched yet again and the head slid ever upwards against the wet cotton. "Uumm.." "Great, I'll look forward to it." No escape and Nigel wasn't joking. "Hey, I reckon if I rubbed the front of yer trousers you'd cum again!" Art had been studying the ever growing dark spot on the front of Ian's trousers. "No.. no... Art, please, please, please don't touch it again, `cause I ain't far off!" It was a plea of desperation and Ian couldn't have been more honest! "No.. not here, please.. no!" All the same, what a thought to cum in his briefs whilst walking down a school corridor! Maybe there was something in their underwear fetish after all! "All right, don't fuckin' panic, I was only joking." said Art sensing Ian was finding all the banter and sexual innuendo more than a little overwhelming. "I wasn't! You two know so much more than I do and wanking and that.. I feel sorta.. I dunno.. I'm a bit all fuckin' muddled up!" "Nige, we'd better stop winding him up." said Art quietly to Nigel as they walked on, "Let's get to the fuckin' classes and let him calm down a minute." "Hey, we only joke and that." said Nigel turning to Ian, "You can trust us.. I know Art's a walking fuckin' sex bomb but he' do anything for you. So would I, see that's wot mates is for innit?" "Yeah, I know. And... well, after this morning with Art," Ian tentatively touched his arm, he suddenly felt the need to trust them. "d'you know.. that was the best thing I've ever done in me whole life." "You silly fucker." Art was trying not to look him in the face, the emotional element had returned. In the course of a couple of weeks he had gained two very good friends. "Hey." Nigel tapped Ian on the arm, "Art's got another class now, but we both got French, so can I play with your cock under the desk!" "Wot!" Ian looked shocked, but didn't rule the idea out! "Yer fuckin' sex mad!" "Yer right there!" Nigel nodded, "Why not, one more load in yer pants won't make any difference and anyway, Art's had his turn!" "But, I might struggle!" replied Ian grinning as the idea began to sink in. His cock deposited yet another blob of precum in agreement. The waistband of his briefs, wet and slimy was now showing through his white shirt just above his trousers. The words Wolsey-X in blue were plainly visible. "Oh you silly fucker I'm only joking!" Nigel smiled, "But.. I've had a lot of practice!" "Certainly has!" said Art patting his cock. "Oh, I see." Ian actually sounded a little disappointed. "But, first and most important," said Nigel, "I gotta tell you what you are going to do to help us for next weekend, we got it all planned ain't we Art?" Art nodded. "Yer, but we gotta do some preparation this weekend, to get it all ready. It's a big job, see?" "I `spose so." said Ian very unsure what he was letting himself in for, "Yer, that's fine for next weekend, but this week I can only do something on Sunday, will that do?" "It'll have to. Well, we'll agree the details on the bus going home." Nigel rubbed his cock, "Now d'you reckon you can really cum in yer pants without making any noise at the back of the class?" "If I can last!" Ian's eye's lit up, "I hope so! You mean.." Nigel winked. "Dunno." "Yer, he fuckin' will!" replied Art, "But you gotta save some for me on Sunday! Now, Nige, remember you're on my bus tonight so we can sort out the details for Sunday." "Right. And that means you as well Ian, it's a little bit more of a fuckin' walk at the other end but it's the easiest way to do it. Right?" Ian nodded just as the lesson bell rang. "Hey, Nige you remember I might have to sit for a bit with Simon on the bus `cause he ain't very well. Now I gotta go to bleeding Spanish, see you later." "Wot is it?" asked Nigel laughing. "Hasta la fuckin' vista or something!" With that Art broke off and walked to his own class thinking that if only he had been wearing some briefs he would have cum in class as well! It was utterly silent in the changing room. Tom's gut feeling had been right, turning round to confront his fears he literally broke into a cold sweat and his mouth dropped open in horror. Everyone in room had apparently been watching and enjoying the mutual masturbation masterclass which Tom, Alex and Brian had been so ably and enthusiastically demonstrating. The undisguised multitude of pubescent erections testified to their success. For Tom, the sea of grinning faces in the room rapidly became a blur, in total panic he went to say something to Alex but nothing came out. Sensing something was amiss Alex, still with Brian's cummy hand firmly locked onto his weeping cock, then turned and his heart nearly stopped. The look of shock on Alex's face triggered an enormous cheer, laughter and whistles. The entire class showed their appreciation for the best hands-on presentation of self-abuse ever staged, which, it has to be said had then been capped by Brian's magnificent inaugural ejaculation! Heavy footsteps were soon heard and the noise in the room slowly abated as Mr Hawkins appeared from his office. "What's up with you lot? What's going on lads?" he asked in his usual genial manner, the boys went very quiet. The only reply he seemed to get was a background of giggling. Looking around he couldn't really see what had been causing the excitement so asked the boy nearest to him. "Derek, what is it? What's happened?" "Ummm. Oh Sir.. ummm.. I dunno!" Derek who had been avidly watching in the hope of picking up some handy hints to aid his own solitary bedtime experience was more than somewhat embarrassed. Quite flustered and blushing he eventually nodded in the direction of the room where Tom, Alex and Brian were all but rooted to the spot in shock. "Tom, Alex what have you been doing? Is that you Brian?" Mr Hawkins tried to peer past the hooks full of clothes hanging up as he pushed his way through the boys. Neither Tom nor Alex replied. They just didn't want to be there and in fact pretended that they weren't! Just a look at Alex with the dibbles of cum soaking into his shorts would make it more than obvious what they had been doing! This was one scenario they had certainly avoided at teacher training college! On seeing the boys close up Mr Hawkins immediately realised what had been going on. Tricky! Very tricky! Thinking that probably less than fifteen years earlier he might well have been caught doing the same thing and recalling his own sexual urges at that age he decided to get the whole thing over as quickly and painlessly as possible for all concerned. "Oh my god!" Looking at Tom and Alex, he thought it looked as though they were shaking. "This is not what I want in my gym ever again." An understatement, but it gave him time to think. Then, he looked pointedly down at Brian who was quite motionless. Normally a very timid boy who's complexion was looking far paler than his normal white palor. Small blobs of his watery cum were still clinging onto is hand. "And, Brian I am really surprised at you." The room was now deathly quiet, Tom looked up and literally croaked, "Sorry Sir.. we was.. we.." "Yes Thomas. I think we know very well what you were doing. Rest assured you will be explaining yourselves to the headmaster if I ever hear or see anything like this ever again. Do you all understand?" "Yes." All three were petrified what was going to happen next. If it wasn't going to be the headmaster then were their parents going to be told? Coupled with his emotional and physical discovery Brian was already on the verge of tears. Tom was the only one to offer an audible reply finally saying in a croaking voice, "We're sorry Sir." "Well, saying sorry Sir won't clean this mess up will it?" Looking at the boys and deciding it wouldn't take much to totally reduce them to tears Mr Hawkins tried to sound as stern as he could. "Now, get some paper towels and clean it up... then you three are having a cold shower to cool you down." Still naked, Brian shakily stood up, plainly he wasn't handling the situation at all well. Tom and Alex weren't feeling, or even looking that much better but were doing their best to put a brave face on what was a dreadful situation in front of all their peers. As yet they hadn't realised that their plight was undoubtedly going to be made ten times worse once the news started filtering around the school! "And, you three are on a double detention next week. I imagine you will probably not be telling your parents the reason for your detention! Now, clean up and be in that shower in two minutes." Amongst a lot of laughter and giggling, it was a very embarrassed Alex who pulled up his cum spattered shorts and rushed off to toilet to get a handful of paper towels to clean up the floor. Tom couldn't do a lot other than try to placate Brian who by now had tears rolling down his cheeks having become terrified at the thought of his parents finding out. Alex had barely finished rubbing the cum into the floor when Mr Hawkins reappeared and turned the shower on. "Thomas, Brian and Alex in here now. Then I want to see you in my office before you go." Two minutes of a freezing cold shower were enough to dampen any libido and firmly make the point of who was in charge. With their own immediate problems to contend with, coupled with the general chaotic hubbub in the changing rooms the various shouts and cries of distress when the rest of the class discovered that their underpants had been stolen hadn't yet registered. By the time they came out of the shower shivering and looking very forlorn the changing room was pretty well empty. It was only when they were hurriedly getting dressed themselves that they realised their underpants were now missing which was enough to set Brian into panic mode again. "Brian, bloody stop it and get yourself together! We got to get in there and see Sir" said Tom firmly. "Now, I don't know who's pinched out pants but it's only somebody having a laugh." "He's right." said Alex, "Come and get yer shorts on, nobody will know you ain't got nothing underneath." It was a trio of very subdued boys who finally knocked on the office door. "Come in." Mr Hawkins was sat at his desk. The boys stood in front staring at the tiled floor, very uncertain what he was going to say or do. Despite the severity of the situation, Tom couldn't help thinking to himself that walking about without wearing anything under his school shorts was actually very exciting! "Tom, pull your socks up and smarten up a bit." Mr Hawkins looked them up and down. Very unsure which way this confrontation was going to go Tom dutifully bent down and was pleasantly surprised when the thick rear seam of his shorts forced it's way into his ass crack. On straightening up he found it was still in position and shuffled about for a few seconds trying unsuccessfully to dislodge it! "Now, listen to me. You might find it hard to understand but I do realise what it is like being your age when your body is developing and that controlling it and your emotions can be difficult." Mr Hawkins looked at the boys, they really did look a pretty pathetic trio and Brian looked close to breaking down again. "So, some things are best left until you get home. You do understand what I mean?" They nodded. Both Alex and Tom blushed knowing exactly what he meant, Brian wasn't really listening. "Given that you are at that unique and confusing stage in your life when you are literally progressing physically from boyhood to manhood I am going to give you the benefit of the doubt. I will not say any more about this incident and trust hope you will reflect on your actions during your detention!" "You mean, you won't do no more Sir?" asked Alex his voice cracking. "No, I won't. Because," Mr Hawkins rubbed his chin and chose his words carefully, "because, from what I've just overheard from the class outside that, well, for Brian this was something a milestone. Now go on get off to your next lesson. I want to hear no more about this." "Thank you Sir." said Brian in a rather hoarse voice. He was unable to look any more embarrassed even if he had tried and all but rushed out of the room with the knowledge that Mr Hawkins had correctly guessed it was his very first ejaculation! Tom followed and blurted on the way out, "I'm glad we got you Sir!" "Yes. I can see that. Now off you go." The door closed. Mr Hawkins sat back in his chair and pondered the situation thinking he had done the right thing. Still, they were only boys once and he had certainly been confused at that age himself. Being very open minded he didn't want to give the boys the impression that masturbation was wrong or dirty, but that it was a part of life, if in the right context. The boys just had to learn when the right context was! Divinity was Simon's last lesson of the week and it seemed a fitting end to what he had been through earlier! The class was a mix of two sets and was the only occasion in the timetable when all of his friends were together. Many of the other boys in the class had witnessed the events in the changing room so the news was already spreading like wildfire. Tom, Alex and Brian came in at the last minute looking rather demoralized and sat quietly down as the whispers swirled all around them. David finally came over to ascertain the truth and returned to tell Joe, Simon and Jimmy that Alex had just confirmed that the rumours were true. By the time the lesson started the entire class knew exactly what had happened even down to detailed descriptions of the boys cocks! After what seemed to be a very long lesson it was with great relief that Tom, Alex and Brian escaped the confines of the school buildings and emerged into the sunshine to get the bus home. They were soon joined by the limping Simon, David, Joe and Jimmy and walked slowly down to the bus stop allowing Simon to set the pace. Judging from the comments they received as they made their way out the school gates it seemed that their escapade had already earned them some notoriety and doubtless by Monday the story would be embellished several times over. Understandably those that hadn't been in the gym wanted to know all the sordid details of who did what to whom and where! Despite Brian's earlier panic attacks he was now just about back to his old self and so incredibly pleased that he had at last been able to cum, the fact that his cock was one of the smallest didn't seem to worry him at all now. They had just reached the bus stop when Alex mentioned that his new blue briefs had been stolen, the others soon joined in and it soon became apparent from what David had heard, that most of the boys in the gym were now also walking around with no underpants! The boys looked at each other, Alex licked his lips and was about to make a joke when Art walked up and interrupted. "Oi... all right then kids? How's Simon?" "He's sorta all right." David smiled, after talking to Art earlier he was falling under his very likeable spell. "And he's here, that's something innit?" "Well, I guess." Art turned, "So how's it been this afternoon then Si?" "Fuckin' awful!" Simon didn't sound very happy at all. The awkward way he was walking confirmed it, every step appeared to be agony. Art, knowing full well that David and Joe were privy to Simon's problems played it politically correct and nudged Simon before asking quietly, "Yer, wot do they all know about all this?" "Come here." Simon grabbed Art and whispered in his ear. "Dave and Joe know everything. I couldn't have got through the day without 'em, they're me mates and the only ones that knows, so don't go saying nothing else to no one. Not Tom or that. Right?" "Got it." Art smiled and turned back to David. "You're David and you're Joe then?" "Yer." They nodded. Tom and the other boys weren't too sure what had been going on or what was really wrong with Simon, but were happy to support him, no doubt they would learn what the problem was in due course. Art then beckoned to David and Joe and took them a few paces to one side, Simon joined them wondering what Art had in mind. "Just wanted to say thanks for looking after him, he is me brother after all." "It's all right," said Joe, "we was happy to help him." Simon breathed a sigh of relief, Art seemed to be taking this seriously. "Well thanks again." Art looked around then beckoned them closer to him. "You see lads," he whispered, "see, this is wot happens if you wank too much!" Joe immediately went red and tried to avoiding any eye contact whilst David stifled a laugh with the back his hand. "Oh fuckin' hell Art!" said Simon poking him in his back, "You bastard! Don't you fuckin' wind 'em up `cause they've been bloody good to me today." The others hadn't heard and looked puzzled when they saw Simon poke him. "Sorry kids!" Art was on roll, he tried to look contrite and turned to Joe again, since he was the one who was obviously the most embarrassed. "And Joe, wot's worse you know is..." he beckoned for Joe to go closer. Joe looked at him expectantly waiting for a pearl of wisdom. "Yer fuckin' pants will go pink!" "Oh Art, will you fuckin' shut up!" said Simon angrily hitting him again, "Now fuckin' shut up and don't fuckin' say anymore!" By now both Davis and Joe giggling despite their blushes. Art's incorrigible personality had won through again, even Simon looked at him and then smiled. "You sod!" said Simon. "There he is." Hearing that they looked up the road and saw Nigel, Ian and Martin hurrying towards the bus stop as the outline of green double decker bus was fast approaching in the distance. "Art, your mates don't know wot's wrong do they? Please don't tell 'em." said Simon. "I ain't saying, it's all right." said Art, "Anyway they ain't on our bus are they?" "No, they come with us." said David who had overheard, "If this is our bus Simon, I `spose we'll be seeing you on Monday then?" "Yer." Simon smiled, "And thanks for all you done today.. I'd been fucked without you." Joe tentatively touched his arm, "Yer, but don't you go fuckin' yerself again over the weekend will you?" The bus was pulling up as Simon grinned and shook his head. "Nor you two. I'll be checking to see if you got pink pants on Monday!" "Fuck, just made it." said Nigel nearly out of breath, "We couldn't get here any quicker. You all right Simon?" "Yer, I will be I think." "Oh shit." said Alex. His heart skipped a beat when he saw Martin smiling at him and was very relieved to see that the bus had arrived. He nudged Tom "It's our bus, we'd better get on it. I might cycle over at the weekend and see Simon." "I'll come too." Tom smiled at Martin, his stomach did it again. Those damn butterflies. "Yer, please!" replied Simon. With that just about everybody made a rush for the platform leaving only Simon with Art, Nigel, Ian and Martin standing on the pavement in a cloud of acrid exhaust fumes as the bus started down the road. "Oi, Art you wanker!" It was Nigel's unmistakable greeting. "You been at it again?" "Oh shit! How d'you know?" replied Art desperately trying to recollect when he done it last! "It's all the cum over yer trousers!" Simon was laughing. Ian looked embarrassed as usual and Martin was grinning. "Wot!" Art looked down panic stricken, but couldn't see anything. "You.. fucker!" "You fall for that every time." said Nigel laughing. "Good, look, here's our bus by the look of it." "You bastard!" said Art. "Shit. Glad we got here in time, the next one takes bloody ages to get here." said Ian looking at his watch. "Sorry, meant to say d'you all know me little brother Simon." said Art nodding towards him. "I ain't fuckin' little!" said Simon indignantly. "I like yer shorts! Cor, nice smooth legs, do they go all the way up to yer little bum?" asked Nigel disarmingly. "Might do! Easy to check if you want!" Simon replied provocatively, he'd met Nigel a few times and usually gave as good as he got. "Mmmh. Tempting!" Nigel grinned and winked. "One day!" "Simon, you're best mates with Tom and Alex aren't you?" asked Martin. "Yer... and they've mentioned you." With that comment Simon knew he'd put Martin on the spot as far as Ian and Nigel went. The truth was Simon felt more than a little jealous of Martin being able to infiltrate his circle of friends so quickly, especially as he was also one of Art's more intimate friends as well. Martin sensed there was something in the comment, he blushed and quickly looked round. Nigel was still looking at Simon's shorts and presumably wondering what was in them. Art was getting turned on by watching his own hand through his pocket, since without any briefs on what his fingers were doing was pretty obvious. Ian was in turn watching Art who was certainly rubbing the end of his cock! Unbeknown to either Martin or Simon, Art had picked up on Simon's comment as well. The bus arrived and whilst Nigel, Martin and Ian ran up the stairs to the upper deck, Art dutifully followed Simon on his slow and painful journey. "Wot's up Art? You're slow today?" asked Nigel turning round and looking down. "It's Simon innit?" said Art raising his eyebrows, "He's hurt something and he's gone a bit slow." "As long as it ain't his little cock!" said Nigel innocently and grinning. Simon violently poked Art in the ribs. "Have you fuckin' said anything? I'll fuckin' kill you if they find out!" "No I ain't." Art poked him back equally hard. "No I fuckin' ain't. Now fuckin' knock it off.. it's you're fuckin' fault for wanking like a fuckin' idiot that anyway! All I'm trying to do is fuckin' help you!" Silence as they climbed the stairs. Once seated, Simon said quietly, "Sorry, yer right it's my fault." "Good now we both agree. Listen, I have to talk to Nigel so I'm gonna change places with Martin." Art then pointedly added "So you be fuckin' nice to him, `cause he's me mate too. Yer?" "Art.. I'm having a bad day." "I can fuckin' tell that you silly sod, but just don't take it out on me or him." Art poked him yet again and grinned. "Now smile you little bugger and be nice to Martin. Tell him all about yer cock if you want. He's ever so fuckin' nice and he might kiss it better if you ask!" Simon looked wide eyed. "Oh.. wot... Tom.. Alex.. oh shit, they'd both said he was really nice, I'd forgotten. I'll talk to him." "Good. He's luvly, really." Art smiled, "You won't go wrong with him as a friend, he'll do anything for you. Hey.. and remember you ain't the only one with troubles. He had fuckin' hell at home the other week, now he`s only got his Mum, you got no idea what he went through the poor bugger." Food for thought. Simon started to view Martin in different light. Art finally got up and moved to tap Martin on the shoulder and said quietly, "Oi! Now piss off and go talk to Simon unless to hear want's gonna happen next weekend to all your little mates in their shorts!" "Little boys in shorts, you lucky sod Martin!" said Nigel grinning as he moved out of the way to allow Martin to stand up. "I think the least I know the better." Martin smiled, "Talking of shorts, so wot's up Simon's shorts then Art?" "Put yer hand up and find out!" chimed in Nigel. "You'd better ask him yerself!" Art looked very mischievous, "Could be a bit of a surprise I reckon!" "D'you think I should?" Martin felt his cock give a little a twinge as he got up. "Dunno." Art winked, "See what comes up!" "It's already started!" Martin grinned and moved across the aisle to sit by Simon. Nigel turned to make sure he was out of earshot, then turned back to Art and Ian. "Art, now sit here and shut up, `cause we gotta get this organised. Ian, this is top fuckin' secret so not a word to anybody 'cause only us three that will ever know the plan. You got it? You'll need to get yer special tools out and I don't mean the ones between yer legs!" Ian nodded and looked even more worried than before, he was about to learn his fate! "Hey, before we start I gotta tell you this." Art said quietly indicating for them to get closer. "Wot?" All ears were flapping. "I was talking to some kid who'd been out with a girl.." "Bloody hell!" said Nigel. "Wot! A girl?" said Ian looking aghast. "Why?" "You daft sod, he wanted to see wot it was all about didn't he?" said Art raising his eyebrows. "Wow!" Nigel was thinking, "I wouldn't mind, trying it the once... I want to see what they got between their legs!" "Well that's it, just wot he wanted to find out. See?" said Art, "This boy reckons he got his hand up there and..." Nigel interrupted excitedly, "We had a girl at junior school who'd show her fanny a few sweets!" "What was it like?" asked Ian naively, "A sort of front bumhole?" "No, it looked like a fuckin' money box!" "Oh fuckin' shut up and I'll tell you." said Art. "All right." They waited expectantly for Art, first he looked around to see if anyone was listening then beckoned them closer. "I'll tell you, what he told me it was like when he.." He was now whispering and sounding very secretive, they drew closer. "Now see if this makes sense `cause I don't know nothin' about girls either." He looked at Ian, "Ian the best way to describe is like... if you... ummm..." The pause gave Ian time to try to adjust his now very firm cock which was tangled up in the fly of his briefs. "Art.. yes... well what was it like?" asked Ian who had only just been thinking what a steep learning curve he was on today! "Well," continued Art, "Ian you know how tight it is when you put yer finger up your bum..." "Yes.. yess.. and... and..." Ian replied excitedly. Suddenly the bus was filled with raucous laughter, both Simon and Martin looked over to see Nigel and Art rolling around in their seats pointing at Ian who sat there looking mortified. "He's fuckin' done it again hasn't he?" said Simon grinning. =========================================================== Chapter 39 to follow