Date: Mon, 26 Oct 2009 16:50:01 +0000
From: Tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief encounters chap 41

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

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Chapter 41 -- Conscription

By early that afternoon Tom and Alex had discovered that cycling around
wearing cum soaked briefs under their old white games shorts was a surefire
way of ensuring their friends were more than keen to sign up for the
woodland adventure. Currently they were pedalling furiously en route to
Brian's house before having to ride over to Little Hampton to ask Simon and
of course, Martin. As was to be expected, David, Joe and Jimmy were raring
to go, Brian was sure to come along and they hoped to be joined by Stef,
provided he could escape a family gathering that was threatened for the
Sunday afternoon.

As with Tom and Alex, it was the prospect of being randomly selected to be
subjected to the unspeakable sexual desires of the others that both
attracted and scared the boys in equal measures. Somebody had to be the
victim, but who was it going to be? Besides, Tom hadn't told them yet, but
he had devised a very unique method of selection!

As they had expected Brian was very keen to partake, although being
naturally more of a shy boy, slightly apprehensive of being selected as the
victim. His younger brother Robbie was intrigued to see Tom and Alex arrive
and then move to a part of the garden where they couldn't be overheard
whispering. From the night Brian had shown him his cock, Robbie hadn't
really been able to leave his own penis alone and had graduated to having a
dry orgasm every night deep beneath the bedclothes! With that in mind he
concluded that plainly something exciting was being planned and that wasn't
going to include him, or so they thought! By a tortuous route behind
various prickly bushes and the stinging nettles behind garden shed he
eventually came just within earshot without being spotted.

Tom was finishing his sentence and Brian was nodding enthusiastically.

".. so it's the woods by the reservoir about half past two and you gotta
wear your pants under the white shorts or it won't work."

"Right." Brian casually rubbed the front of his trousers in
anticipation. "They won't get ripped or anything will they? And you sure
everybody's gonna be wearing em?"

"Yer. That's wot makes it so exciting! `cause we can see everything though
yer shorts, just look at Alex if you want the proof!" replied Tom licking
his lips! "And no, they won't get ripped or anything like that."

"And..." Alex grinned, "and you gotta be prepared to cum in yer pants! We
both have today!"

"You gotta try it and walk about in em after." said Tom very
enthusiastically. "Mine felt all slimy earlier!"

"Wot!" Brian's eyes were wide open, this was a new twist. "I ain't
never.. cor! I hope me mum don't find out!"!

Hidden in the bushes Robbie had his hot little hand down the front of his
shorts desperately grasping his hot little cock whilst his imagination ran
wild. When would he be able to cum in his pants? That was now the burning
question. In fact, what was cumming in his pants anyway? So, Brian was
going to meet these boys the following afternoon and then go to the woods
where they would be wanking and cumming together! Wanking and cumming, well
whatever that was! Robbie still wasn't entirely certain what it was, but
was certain that there would never an opportunity to watch like this
again. Dare he somehow try and tag along so that he could watch the boys in
their underpants and hopefully learn the mysteries of cumming?

The one boy who knew he wasn't going to be there was Simon who was very
upset but he just knew he couldn't attend and risk making his cock any
worse than it already was. Tom and Alex had arrived full of enthusiasm from
Brian's house and knew nothing about the cause nor extent of Simon's
injuries. In fact they hadn't even noticed he was limping when he took them
up to his bedroom! In all innocence they launched straight into what had
been planned and who was going to be there and hopefully doing what.

With the thought of all his friends being there Simon was beginning to feel
totally left out and was looking more and more dejected as the excited pair
gabbled on.

"You're not with it are you?" said Tom suddenly realising, "Oh shit I
forgot. Dave had said you'd hurt yourself but wouldn't tell us what or
how. Is it something bad?"

"Yer."

"It's yer willy isn't it?" asked Alex, having finally registered after
remembering something that David had hinted at.

Simon nodded, "It's really, bad it's all sore and.."

"D'you know I guessed it might be." said Alex. "Course, you've been walking
funny."

Tom moved over to the bed and went to touch him, that did it tears formed
in his eyes.

Realistically Simon couldn't get very far trying to explain anything
without actually saying that he had nearly wanked himself into hospital and
as a consequence walking was very painful. Finally he just looked at them
and went very quiet.

"Oh fuck!" said Alex who seemed more attuned to the situation that
Tom. "We've been going on and fuckin' on and you're stuck here aren't you?
It's so bad you can't go out the house? Right?"

"And you'll all be there having fun and that.." A couple of tears dropped
down and made dark patches on his blue shorts.

"We'll do it again." said Alex, "And you can even be a special victim!"

Simon managed to smile weakly. What with being confined to the house and
all the stress over his injury plus now being excluded from this it felt
like the last straw.

"You didn't know then did you?" he said in between rubbing his eyes.

"Wot?" Asked Tom. "Know wot?"

"Dave and Joe know. But they said they'd never tell."

"Well they didn't then did they!" said Tom stating the obvious.

"Simon, they know wot?" asked Alex who also tried to put his arm round him,
that did it more tears.

In between sniffs he said. "Tom you were fuckin' right the first time."

"I was? Wot, how?" asked Tom mystified. "When, wot?"

"Yer..." he looked up and managed a sort of smile, "Yer.. you said I'd wank
meself into a coma with all them pants we stole and.."

Tom looked as though he was going to laugh. "No!"

Simon nodded and finally laughed himself as the tears ran down his face. "I
did... I wanked and wanked till me cock bled!"

"Wot! You wot!" said Alex in disbelief. "Blood? Proper red stuff?"

"Yer.. blood! It really hurts." Simon nodded, "It's bad... and me Dad has
to put special ointment stuff on it for me every day!"

"Oh fuck!" exclaimed Tom looking at Alex. "Wot's yer Dad say?"

"Nothing." More tears, "He's been lovely."

"Bloody hell." said Alex. "Dunno wot my Dad would do, probably bollock me!"

Before anybody could utter another word the door burst open and Art
flounced in. It appeared as though for him to see Tom and Alex sat on the
bed by Simon was an everyday event. He was in a very aroused state having
been admiring himself in the mirror and hearing the familiar voices was
unable to resist the temptation of joining the younger boys.

Dancing around the room he stopped in front of them, did a very wobbly
imitation pirouette, then taking them totally by surprise dropped his jeans
to reveal a very well fitting pair of deep red bikini briefs. His erection
was as obvious as was the dark spot over the end of his cock. All eyes were
on stalks.

"Fuck!" breathed Tom.

"What d'you think lads, nice eh?" He said winking and quickly pulling his
jeans back up!

Even Simon was grinning now, "You daft fucker! But where d'you get 'em?"

"Dad bought `em. Anyway just thought I'd cheer you and yer mates up, seeing
as you can't go out or do nothing."

"Nice." said Tom still visualising the wet spot. His thin white shorts were
starting to bulge in sympathy.

"You two umm... you both like pants don't you?" asked Art casually noting
their thin cotton shorts..

"Yer." replied Alex excitedly.

Tom looked at Alex, he had replied a little to quickly, but always did when
he was excited. Simon was nervously thinking much the same and wondered why
was Art suddenly becoming so friendly?

Art smiled, "It's all right I guessed you did, `cause then we all do don't
we?"

"Might do, I `spose." Simon smiled. "Bit I do like them red ones!"

"Either of you two got any coloured ones?" asked Art, sure in the belief
that nobody had.

Tom shook his head, "Bloody white Y-fronts, it's all me Mum knows!"

"Pale blue." volunteered Alex proudly, "But, they're Y-fronts."

"Oh, wot like Martin then? With the white edging?"

Alex nodded then clenched his fists in anger at himself, he blushed with
his head down. How as he meant to know that, it was his second admission.

"Did you get your's after Martin then, d'you know his Mum even irons 'em
for him!" Art casually rubbed his jeans, obviously the red briefs were
having their work cut out to contain his erection.

"But how d'you..." Alex was caught. What could he say! Bloody Art, he could
twist anything!

Tom saved the moment, putting his hands on his lap he made it very obvious
he was pushing down on an erection.Time for some facts.

"So, why d'you like underpants Art?"

"It's because..." Art couldn't take his eyes off Tom's shorts, Tom knew it,
"because, it's the mystery of you don't know what's in 'em, do you?"

After a short pause he looked Tom directly in the eye and added, "Do you?
Do you want to guess?"

Tom was now ensnared by his own question. It was no good trying be clever
with Art!

"See," continued Art, "I'll bet if you were to stand up we could almost see
through them white shorts... and maybe wot's poking 'em out?"

"Uumm... wot!" Tom looked down and then around for help. He blushed but it
was his own fault.

"And, like I said, it's the mystery of wot's in 'em that I love."

Art stared pointedly at the shorts again, "I mean.. I think I can see the
elastic now, with the blue lines. So well umm.. you might have a nice
little cock hidden in there as well... or... maybe you've been wanking in
'em... or, they're all a bit piss stained.. or worse!"

"Ummm.." Tom coughed.

"I mean, I `spose you can cum now, or not quite?" It was a direct question.

For once in his life Tom was stuck for an answer. He went bright red. Art
had his answer and he really was determined to see what was in them.

"D'you cum much, bit watery?" said Art smiling and nonchalantly continuing
his banter. "See, I'm a bit of flasher at heart!"

Tom grunted.

"Only a bit!" said Simon incredulously.

"Well, a bit more!" Art giggled to himself, "And I'll bet young Tom, when
you saw my red pants just now you really wanted to see wot was making that
lump? Didn't you?"

Tom bit his lip. Alex over looked at him, was he going to admit the truth?
Naturally Alex was just as interested as Tom in seeing Art's cock!

"Yes." Tom replied firmly. Damn it, why shouldn't he admit it.

"Well, looks like we could get on." Art smiled. "You're honest about it and
d'you know that's wot Martin said as well."

Simon was thinking deep, whatever was Art going to say next. The age gap
worried him, but did it really matter? He loved Art and these were his best
friends so somewhere between all his tangled emotions he just prayed that
Art wouldn't abuse anybody. Besides, it was originally to shield Alex that
Tom had been flaunting himself anyway.

"So," Art stood provocatively in front of Tom, "shall I drop me jeans
again? Or does the fact I'm a bit older make a big difference to our
friendship? Like, with Martin, but he's smaller and so cute. Isn't he?"

Tom looked at Alex and then back at Simon. They all nodded in agreement,
the temptation of seeing Art's hard fifteen year old cock was too great to
resist, particularly from what they had heard from Simon about his
exploits!

"Well.. can I... can I see it?" asked Tom sounding a little croaky.

"Art, you sure?" said Simon in a cautious tone. He knew only too well that
once his brother had started there was no stopping him.

"Simon, don't worry. Promise!" Art grinned. It was that grin again, they
all instantly succumbed to him.

Alex looked on wondering what Simon's coded comments had meant.

"Tom, if you stand up and just drop your shorts... we don't have to see
your willy, wouldn't mind though!" Art squeezed his jeans, "I just want to
know if I was right about wot's under them shorts?"

Tom looked very nervous.

"Don't be shy." Art put his hand deep in his pocket, "It's the mystery bit,
you know wot I mean, don't you?"

"Yer. And you were right?" said Tom.

Art nodded, "About?"

"Wot's underneath." Tom blushed.

"Knew it."

Art started to slowly unbutton his jeans and with the poise of a striptease
artist allowed them to fall gracefully to his knees.

"Here's my part of the bargain."

The red briefs were tenting quite obscenely leaving little to the
imagination, the wet spot above his cock was noticeably larger than before.

"Go on, stand up, Tom." Art asked in such a way that Tom just couldn't
refuse.

"Please, drop yer shorts. Slowly!"

Embarrassed as he was in front of the older boy, there was no going
back. Looking at Alex for moral support he fumbled pulling on the weak
elastic pulling the shorts down to his bulging briefs and then letting them
drop to around his knees.

"Oh you dirty little sod!" said Art grinning with delight and instantly
bending forward when he caught sight of Tom's stained briefs.

Not only was the fly being pushed outwards but after three infusions and
some pee stains even the blue lettering on the waistband was starting to
become discoloured.

"Oh bloody hell, you've cum in 'em!" Art was getting visibly
excited. "Fuckin' hell!"

"Hmm.."

"You been wanking in yer pants!" continued Art now getting within sniffing
distance! What a turn on to find a boy so young who found wanking in his
underwear that exciting.

"Yer." Tom wasn't sure whether to be proud of the fact or embarrassed at
the commendation given by the wanker supreme.

"Fuck me! You deserve this." said Art and concluded his part of the bargain
by reaching down and seemingly unabashed pushed his red briefs to his knees
allowing his five clammy inches to spring up virtually in Tom's face.

"And, it was three times!" Tom proudly announced staring at the mush head,
the slit glistening with precum.

"Fuckin' smells like it too!" Art was grinning from ear to ear. Sticky
heaven.

Confronted by the erect cock Tom sniffed as well, by no means of the
imagination could it be said that Art's genitalia smelt particularly sweet,
more stale sweat and congealed spunk.

Alex couldn't be left out. Of his own accord he stood up and pulled his
shorts almost off to display the pink head of his cock which had already
escaped out of the stained blue fly.

"Fuck me! You're all at it!" exclaimed Art turning in surprise and seeing
the stained blue cotton.

"Except me." added Simon rather quietly.

"Well, yeah," said Art, "but bloody hell, didn't you go at it while you
could!"

"All right. I know. I know" Simon grinned knowing his cock had began to
stir. Maybe he couldn't join in, but he could certainly watch!

Tom wasn't actually taking much notice of what was being said, his mind was
set on other things and they were only a few inches in front of him. Namely
the blob of precum that was now beginning to leak from the end of Art's
twitching cock!

He looked wistfully up.

Art's grinned knowing exactly what he wanted. "Go on then if you want to."

The younger boys were unaware that this was raising the sexual game to a
new level. Whereas Martin, Tom and Alex had been emotionally drawn
together, Art had simply manipulated the situation so that he was actively
being encouraged to grope and be groped by the younger boys.

Rather hesitantly Tom reached out, he quickly looked up again to confirm
Art's permission and then very slowly grasped the jerking shaft. It felt
hot and very sticky. Unlike his own cock he was surprised to find that he
was only just able to get his fingers wrapped all the way round. As the
blob of precum finally dislodged itself and slid slowly down towards his
fingers he gripped it tighter.

"Fuckin' hell! Don't break it off!" said Art grinning. "Here, let me show
you."

With that he took hold of Tom's hand and using the precum as a lubricant
started to masturbate. After a couple of strokes he removed his own hand
leaving the smiling Tom to continue as Alex and Simon looked on with a
certain amount of envy.

"Oi, Tom just remember I ain't far off!" grunted Art as Tom started to get
into a rhythm. He didn't hear, with his other hand pushed down the front of
his own cummy briefs he was in another world. The world of bigger boys,
bigger cocks and now bigger fantasies.

As Tom carried on his task, Art was delighting in watching Alex who had
dispensed with all inhibitions and was openly rubbing the shiny purple head
through the fly and desperately hoping for his third orgasm of the
morning. Alex was also transfixed by the sight of Art's cock which was now
beginning to ooze more precum over Tom's hand, which in turn was making the
most erotic slurping noises as it moved up and down the throbbing cock.

"Oh.. Tom.. ooh.. fuckkkk! No..no.."

That was as far as Art got to giving a warning before he began to violently
fuck Tom's ever grasping hand, pushing him back towards the edge of Simon's
bed as his cock spat more cum with every movement. Virtually pinned to the
bed in front of him it took a few seconds for Tom to realise there was to
be no escape from the torrent of hot cum. Close enough to feel Art's hot
breath on his face he managed to look down and see the twitching, drooling
cock whilst Art began to shake in the grip of a mighty orgasm. It was the
sensation of hot sperm soaking through the thin ribbed cotton of his briefs
onto his hand inside that brought Tom back to reality.

Both Simon and Alex had been watching open mouthed in amazement. Neither
had imagined the sheer intensity, let alone the quantity of semen that Art
had managed to generate for his depiction of teen lust.

The room stank of fresh cum.

"Fuck!" It was all Tom could say as he leant back on the bed.

Indeed it was all Tom could say. Being so very close and seeing Art's
adolescent skin in all it's acne studded glory it started to make him feel
nervous of the path his emotions were taking towards the older boys. First
Martin and now it seemed Art were exciting him possibly more than just
sexually.

Art looked jubilant. Still breathing heavily he was lapping up the sight of
Tom who not having cum yet himself appeared to be in a trance and still
rubbing his cock inside his briefs.

Art eventually spoke, "I'll let you do that again if you want!"

Outwardly, Tom grinned happily in reply, although inwardly he wasn't so
sure and glanced at Alex to reassure himself.

"Tom, if you make it four, I'll make it three!" said Alex unaware of Tom's
inner turmoil. Pulling hard on his cock and hairless balls to get them out
through the fly of his briefs he restarted rubbing his now rather red
looking organ in earnest.

Despite having cum Art's own cock was still very much erect, he grinned as
he continued to look quickly between Alex and Tom each vying to be the
first to cum.

Sounding a little amused Simon interrupted. "Tom you better have look at
yer self."

"Wot, wot? Why?" Tom's hand slowed fractionally.

Sounding almost dazed he glanced down to see what Simon had meant and then
looked up in horror. The front of his briefs and shirt were literally
soaked in Art's cum which was festooned in long gooey strands even over the
back of his hand. Simon was already giggling and Art having noticed as well
was having some difficulty from laughing out loud.

"Oh fuck! Wot am I gonna do?" Tom sounded lost. "Me Mum'll, she'll kill
me!"

He looked shocked, having never imagined that anybody could ever produce so
much which had of course added to mess he had already made himself.

"Hmm.. hey, come here." said Art, before dissolving into laughter when he
realised what he had just said.

"I am.. I am!" muttered Alex as the purple head of his cock disappeared yet
again between the forefinger and thumb of his hand.

"Go on Al, rub it!" said Simon encouragingly, knowing he dare not even
think of touching his own hard prick.

"Wot?" Tom was sounding confused. Slowly he stopped rubbing, but after all
the attention his cock stubbornly remained erect.

"I said, come here." repeated the giggling Art. "I'll fuckin' help you."

"Me?"

"Yes you silly sod!"

Tom couldn't have been much closer but dutifully shuffled the few inches
towards Art who was looking around for something to try and wipe the mess
up with. After a few moments he gave up looking and with some difficulty
reached down into one pocket of his sagging jeans and produced a very
grubby handkerchief.

"Now get yer fuckin' hand out of yer pants and leave yer cock alone," he
ordered, "I'm gonna clean you up a bit."

"Wot? Not with that?"

Even with the threat of his mother finding his cum stained clothes Tom
still said it in total disbelief staring at the disgusting handkerchief.

"Course! Why not?" said Art unaware of anything remotely connected with
hygiene.

"Fuckin' hell Art!" said Simon in between fits of giggles, "It's even got
fuckin' bits stuck to it!"

"Ohhhh..." Alex interrupted and groaned as for the third time a dribble of
watery semen ran over his fingers to be absorbed by the pale blue cotton.

"You've cum!" exclaimed Simon bending over to have a look, "Ain't much!"

"Well it's the fuckin' third time this morning!" replied Alex. "Wot d'you
expect?"

"Three times this morning?" repeated Simon in awe. His cock might have been
very sore but he still hadn't cum three times in succession on any morning!

"You little wanker Alex!" said Art turning to look. "Three times!"

Alex nodded proudly, somehow after Art's colossal climax he felt
vindicated.

"And I was trying for four!" added Tom sounding disappointed.

"Four! Fuckin' hell you lot are worse than we are!" replied Art in
amazement. "Four! At you're age!"

"Hey look! They're fuckin' green gilberts!" said Alex interrupting and
starting to laugh as he finally noticed Art's revolting hanky.

"Oh fuck off!" Art was enjoying himself. These younger boys were definitely
fun. What a morning this had turned out to be.

Ignoring the comments, with his jeans and red briefs still around his knees
Art started to try and tidy Tom up. Try, was the operative word since every
time he made contact with the dirty hanky Tom understandably backed away!
Eventually Art put one arm around Tom's waist and forceably pulled him
closer whilst his free hand attempted to wipe up some of the slime coating
front of his clothes.

"Tom you can't fuckin' go about looking like this!" Art was trying to be
serious but it was obviously a losing battle. "Now stop fuckin'
struggling!"

They both looked rather ridiculous, what with trousers and shorts around
their ankles and Art giggling with his cum streaked red briefs around his
knees and half erect cock still dripping over them. Tom was looking rather
disconcerted at the level of very personal attention he was receiving and
didn't know what to do as Art attempted to dab at the globules of
cum. Being in close proximity of Alex was one thing and something he had
almost learnt to handle, but to be this close to the sexually charged and
older Art was something else. Coupled with the same increasing emotions
that he had felt for Martin he didn't know how to react to Art's
attention. On one hand he desperately wanted to continue to be used as a
sex toy but on the other, well he just didn't know.

"Now let uncle Art clean you up!" said Simon at which point both he and
Alex doubled up on the bed with laughter.

"Fuck off!"

Of course the outcome was now obvious and whether Art had intended it as
such would never be known. His task was made all the more sexually exciting
by the fact that Tom still had that aching erection and having been
straining for the elusive fourth ejaculation of the morning his cock really
did ache. To Art, this was a wonderful new experience, wanking boys his own
age was one thing but to be rubbing the front of a pair of cum soaked
Y-fronts containing a four inch ramrod was the stuff of bedtime
fantasy. Unaware of Tom's inner turmoil he pulled him ever closer and with
the palm of his hand pressed firmly on the bulging fly as he rubbed the
slimy cotton up and down over the shaft.

Tom, now forcibly nuzzled into Art's shoulder couldn't see a lot but could
smell a pungent mix of pubescent armpit with more than a definite hint of
congealed cum. Conversely Art's face was buried in Tom's fair hair, it
smelt faintly of shampoo something which reminded him of being younger
himself once. However it wasn't hair that interested him, it was what was
in his hand that really intrigued him and he redoubled his efforts on Tom's
underpants. The fact was that Tom was being energetically masturbated by a
boy to whom he become rapidly sexually attracted, unable to hold back and
despite having had three orgasms that day already, he was ready for a
fourth. Being firmly stroked and finding Art's other hand now creeping down
the back of his briefs he closed his eyes put his emotions to one side and
waited for that inevitable, delicious tingling feeling to build.

Alex, not to be left out, had astutely seen the way things were heading and
had slipped off the bed to stand behind Art so that he could reach round
and grasp his slippery cock. Art grinned and instantly lurched towards a
full erection as he felt the hot, small fingers running through the matted
pubic hairs at the base of his shaft. For Alex this was a very new
sensation, used as he was to his own modest organ this larger specimen was
a treat indeed! It wasn't just the physical size, it was that he had
seemingly entered Art's very private world and the spunk now smeared over
his hand only served to cement his mission which plainly had Art's
blessing.

So, with Tom literally on the verge of his fourth ejaculation of the
morning and Art almost on his second, Alex thought he would add a little
more spice to the action by way of his predilection for matters anal! Art,
standing with his white, spotty buttocks virtually beckoning to Alex it
promised to be an opportunity too good to miss, or so he thought!
Unfortunately in the heat of the moment and knowing nothing of Art's
foibles, Alex had assumed that just as he enjoyed a regular exploratory
finger or two then so would Art.

Unusually though, for Art who always gave the impression that personal
cleanliness never featured highly, he was very sensitive about one
particular aspect which he would never admit to for fear of being
embarrassed. His weekly dictum of only bathing on a Sunday night whether he
needed it or not was about to be put to the test. On this particular
Saturday he was acutely aware that he was not as clean as he might be! To
him, any bodily stain was perfectly acceptable with the one exception and
this week he had had the skid marks to prove it!

With the added excitement of now being molested by Alex, whilst he in turn
rubbed Tom through the wet briefs, by the time Art realised what Alex had
in mind it was going to be too late!

"Oh yes... yesss... hurry.. " moaned Tom, now excitedly bucking his hips in
unison with Art's hand and beginning to experience the hot semen bubbling
in his balls as his fourth orgasm of the morning began. Art took the hint
and held Tom closer as he groaned whilst straining every muscle in his body
before adding the merest dribble of watery cum into his already sodden
underpants and finally collapsing into Art's arms.

Alex on realising what had happened tried to get his hand to move up and
down Art's cock but hadn't reckoned on the negative effect of the adhesive
qualities of the drying semen. It made no real difference as Art was now so
excited he was only seconds away from ejaculating again himself. With one
hand firmly wrapped around Art's twitching cock Alex started to replicate
what he so loved doing to himself and started to quickly slide a finger
down to probe the inviting bumhole.

"I'm cumming.. I'm cumming..." grunted Art as he began to arch his back. It
was then he finally realised where Alex's finger was now so rapidly
heading.

"No! No!" he hissed under his breath whilst desperately trying to keep his
buttocks pressed to together, "Alex.. no! Don't! Please... I'm not.."

Too late! All the constant nocturnal practice had paid off, Alex had lined
both finger and bumhole up perfectly. Firmly he pressed home his advantage,
right up to the second knuckle!

Art groaned and shuddered, his prostate felt on fire. He could feel the
sperm welling up in the base of his cock where it would always pause for a
split second before forcing it's way up his cock.

"Oh shit!" Alex's recoil was instant. "Fucking! Shit!"

With his obsession for bums and the many fantasies he had whilst invading
his own, Alex's fingers certainly knew the difference between a clean bum
and a dirty one! And, this wasn't even his own bum, it was somebody else's
and it was dirty!! Shocked, he very roughly pulled his finger out with a
plop and couldn't even bring himself to look at it!

Now to compound matters, before anybody could say anything Ted was heard
calling up from the bottom of the stairs.

"Simon, What's all that noise? And, don't forget your ointment. Shall I do
it for you?"

They all froze for what seemed like an age before Simon finally shouted
back down, "No! Dad it's all right.. I'll do it."

At which point Art came to life! Desperately he pulled at his jeans trying
to get them back up, this was no time for dressing properly his briefs were
all rucked up under his balls and the jeans pulled up. There was worse to
come as his cock was still determined to finish what it had only just begun
that split second before and it uncontrollably spurted hot cum over the
inside of his jeans as he struggled to zip them up.

"Simon, did you answer?" Ted could be heard climbing the stairs.

A blob of cum oozed through the brass zip as Art tried to pull it up, which
he promptly succeeded in smearing it over the blue denim. Meanwhile Simon
has taken control of Tom who never having had four such intense orgasms in
such quick succession was looking distinctly glazed. Simon had pulled his
shorts up and sat him on the edge of the bed and was covering the ever
growing wet spot on his thin shorts with a comic. Alex had sat next to him
on the bed although he still hadn't had the courage to look at his soiled
finger which he was holding behind his back and hoping he wouldn't to touch
anything!

The was a knock on the door. "Simon."

"It's all right, come in Dad."

Ted was somewhat surprised to see all the boys lined up on the edge of the
bed by Simon. He wrinkled his nose, something smelt was familiar!

"Phew, what have you lot been doing in here, open a window!"

Nobody moved at first, Tom and Art were afraid to stand up lest their cum
stained clothes were noticed so after a few moments Simon got up and walked
carefully over to open the window.

"Tom and Alex are going in minute." said Simon as though butter wouldn't
melt in his mouth.

"Yeah, we just popped in to see how he was," added Alex convincingly, "all
we heard yesterday was that he wasn't very well. Like."

"Right." said Ted wondering if Simon had told them how the injury was
incurred. He didn't mean to, but started to ask the question. "And what did
you.."

Seemingly past caring who knew he had injured his cock Simon interrupted
and answered the question before it was even posed.

"I told 'em wot I'd hurt... well, they're me best mates and that."

"Mmmh, did you!" Ted smiled benignly and noted it didn't appear as if Simon
had actually told them how!

"Yer."

Ted smiled innocently and noticed out of the corner of his eye that Tom and
Alex blushing, the perils of masturbation were now obvious to all. In the
corner Art both looked and felt very uncomfortable since not only could he
feel a dribble of something slowly running down the inside of his left leg,
but he had trapped some pubic hairs in the zip. It was high time he made a
hasty exit.

Glancing towards him Ted thought that he looked more than just flushed.
Undoubtedly he was guilty of something, but then it seemed latterly he had
been!

"All right Art, you look a bit hot?"

"Yer Dad.. ummm fine," he smiled, "See, I'd just.. just heard the voices
and came in to see who was here."

"Oh I see, I did wonder, because of not normally seeing you with Simon's
friends."

"Well, I got things to do." replied Art trying to sound casual.

The truth was now that the sexual activity over Art was feeling quite out
of place with the younger boys, particularly with his father in the
room. Besides having had a delightful introduction to what was in Tom's
shorts he didn't want to allow himself to become infatuated with him just
as Martin had obviously done. Praying that the wet patch on the front of
his jeans wasn't too obvious he stood up from the bed only to flinch when
it felt like his entire growth of pubic hair had been ripped out in one go!

"You all right?" Asked Ted seeing the pained expression on his face.

"Yer Dad, `course. Cramp." he replied trying to smile as he all but limped
a couple of steps towards the door.

"You sure?" Ted had his doubts, something had been afoot!

"Yer."

By the time he reached the door several more hairs had been painfully
extracted, spunk was smeared inside his legs and now to add to his woes he
could feel his briefs were starting to fall down legs of his jeans. That
did it, looking suitably embarrassed he virtually hopped out of the door to
varying looks of amazement and some stifled giggling from Simon.

"You sure you're all right?" Ted's voice followed him down the landing. No
reply, the bathroom door slammed.

Art had headed straight for the bathroom to attend to some pressing matters
of hygiene. In the light of the highly embarrassingly experience with Alex
he was also seriously considering bathing more often!

The question that remained in Ted's mind was what had Art really been up to
with the younger boys, particularly if the subject of masturbation was
being talked about?

Could it be time for a few more words of fatherly advice?

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Chap 42 to follow