Date: Fri, 18 Jun 2010 00:14:56 +0100 From: Tom Subject: Brief encounters Chap 53 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 ========================================================================== Hello dear reader(s) I think the truth is I have had a touch of the dreaded writers block, hopefully though my interest is rekindled and I can now carry on with the great work and get a chapter out every couple of weeks. Having said all that I am about to go away for a couple of weeks which will throw things into confusion! However, please stay with it and do keep checking for updates. As ever, email any comments or suggestions all are welcome. T Chapter 53 -- When (wet)dreams cum true After well over an hours hard work in the hot shed, the three boys were on the point of completing their tasks which hopefully would transform Art's extremely original idea into reality. Ian, being the very practical member of the trio had listened carefully to what Art had envisaged and then taken over to direct the operations he thought were needed to make the plan actually work. "Nearly finished that then?" Ian looked up towards Art who was balanced on an old wooden box. "That's the important bit, make sure that bloody rope is really tied on or it won't work." Having his back to Ian, Art he craned his head and looked quizzically down. "Don't worry, it'll be all right." Ian absent mindedly squeezed the bulge in his briefs. "But, I gotta say this is a lot more fuckin' complicated than I thought it would be." "I fuckin' told Art it would be, didn't I?" said Nigel from the other corner. "Tell you wot Art, without Ian here we'd been fucked wouldn't we? Never have fuckin' done it, wouldn't have fuckin' clue would we?" "Well, lucky I went to all them woodwork classes then wanna it?" said Art proudly. "But you didn't fuckin' learn anything did you!" said Nigel laughing. "And, you didn't do yer woodwork classes wearing nothing but yer pants like yer doing here are you!" "No, but I had me apron to cover me front for when I was feeling a bit, you know!" "Yeah, I know. And don't think I didn't see you fuckin' doing things under it!" "I know," Art giggled, "d'you remember that time me apron went all sticky and the fuckin' sawdust stuck to it!" "Wot?" Ian's eyes opened wide, looking between the two of them he wondered why his woodwork classes hadn't been as exciting. He did though certainly agree that Art was right and that the woodwork aprons must have hidden thousands of raging erections. "Fuckin' great idea to do this dressed in these pants, innit eh? Added a bit something didn't it?" said Art grinning and pointing towards Ian's rather obviously tenting briefs. "Look at fuckin' Ian here, he's had that hard on ever since we started!" "And you!" at first Ian blushed, then he pointed back. "But I gotta admit it, it's been fun doing it like this. Wonder who wore these pants before?" "Yeah, it's what we do next that counts." said Nigel winking at Ian and nodding towards Art. "He won't fucking tell you this, but he's had a bath just for us!" "Oh fuck, you didn't have to tell him that Nige." It was Art's turn to blush. Now having raised the prospect of something else having being planned it made him start to think of how he could introduce the next part of his plan without sending Ian into a fit of panic. "Wot?" Ian looked surprised and then smiled. The truth was he wanted something to happen as much as the others. "Why... wot's he got in mind? It's something to do with wearing these dirty pants innit?" "Could be, but I ain't sure." Nigel grinned and then dropped another hint. "Tell you wot though after this bath, his ass ain't never been so clean, I reckon you could almost kiss it!" "Wot?" Ian looked puzzled. "Kiss it! Nige, you're fucking joking!" "Course I am." Nige grinned, then winked. Ian felt a cold shiver run down his back, he looked up towards Art who was still fiddling around by the shed roof. His bottom was only inches away and temptingly clad in the ill fitting briefs, the slack elastic around the legs offered fleeting glimpses of whatever was not so much hanging as sticking out between Art's legs. Nigel coughed, Ian looked round and caught his eye as Nigel had intended. "Dare you, then." Nigel could almost read his mind. Ian winced, bit his lip and looked first at Art and then back to Nigel knowing full well what was going through both their minds. He grinned, then unexpectedly turned, reached out and quickly pulled Art's underpants down. The old elastic offered no resistance as it was pulled over Art's erection and with the dirty briefs now hanging around Art's knees, Ian leant forward and swiftly kissed each spotty white buttock. "There!" "There wot? Wot the fucks happening?" cried Art wobbling on the box. "Umm.." Art turned his head and looking very puzzled glanced down to see his erection on display, the briefs at half mast and Ian looking very flushed with embarrassment. Before either boy could say any anything else Nigel interrupted. "Ian, well fuckin' go on.. you ain't kissed the one in the middle!" "Wot... you mean.. oh fuck! No!" Ian turned a darker shade of red. "Bloody right I mean it!" The way Nigel said it there was no choice. "Hmm.. bastard!" Ian swallowed hard. Without thinking he reached down and held his own clammy erection as he contemplated the proposition. At that point Art realised what Nigel was suggesting and his face lit up, grinning down at Ian he obligingly pawed at his pimply buttocks to reveal all. "It's fuckin' clean... go on!" Art pushed his bum towards Ian. "Please..." "He's right.. it's never been so fuckin' clean!" said Nigel before dissolving into laughter. Ian looked rather shocked, having only ever looked at his own bumhole in a mirror to be so close to another boy was a new and exciting experience. Taking a deep breath he simply stared at the beckoning target for a few moments. There was no doubt Art was scrupulously clean and if Ian were to accept the offer it could well open up a whole new world, not to mention probably Art's bum as well! Even for Nigel this was breaking new ground, slipping one hand down the front of his briefs he toyed excitedly with his slippery foreskin as he watched Ian trying to decide what to do. Finally, unable to resist and holding his own erection rather tightly, Ian half closed his eyes and started to lean forward again. The smell of Art's mother's precious lanolin soap was evident which combined with the perspiration from working in the confines of the hot shed started to have the effect of an aphrodisiac on Ian. Whether the beads of sweat on his face were caused from the heat or because it was a nervous reaction he couldn't decide. The only thing he definitely decided was that when his face finally touched Art's soft white flesh the shock was akin to being pricked by a darning needle! Art felt much the same sensation at the moment of contact and tried to pull his cheeks even further apart, an unnecessary move as Ian certainly didn't need a second invitation. Nigel was fascinated, he just stared at the two of them and moved slowly over to stand directly behind Ian who in turn was now slightly bent over to be able to attend to Art. "Just get on with it." whispered Nigel as he started to gently slip an arm around Ian's slim waist. Quite unaware of Nigel's ulterior motive he soon found out when his briefs were roughly pulled away from his bottom and Nigel's thumbs forced through the worn cotton of the seat panel. "Wot, wot you doing? Fuck!" cried Ian feeling the material tightening around him followed by faint tearing sound. "Nothing! Just rearranging yer pants for you!" replied Nigel dishonestly. "Get on with it!" Preoccupied as he was, Ian still didn't understand what Nigel had in mind and it was only when he felt something hot, wet and slippery pushing firmly against his buttocks that he began to take notice. "Fuck.. wot you doing!" "You'll enjoy this!" whispered Nigel. "Nigel.. wot the fuck you doing?" Ian sounding worried and tried unsuccessfully to turn his head round to see what was happening. "You ain't gonna try and put that gert thing of your's up me ass are you?" "No, you daft sod, I'm just wiping me cock in yer pants. That's all, promise!" Nigel was now holding Ian quite firmly by the waist, had his cock through the torn material and was starting to push it between Ian's legs. "Honest.. you ain't gonna try nothing? You'd fuckin' split me half with that!" Worried or not, Ian was now so aroused that he could think of little else without a sexual connotation. Unable to resist rubbing himself he discovered to his delight that it was not just his own cock that he could feel, Nigel's hot dribbling monster was well on the way to making it's debut appearance in his own slimy pouch. "Nigel.. wot the fuck?" "Ian.. will you just get yer fuckin' tongue up Art's ass!" replied Nigel excitedly sensing his cockhead starting to push under Ian's balls. "Look Ian, I might finger you a bit, but as much as I'd like to I ain't putting me cock up you! So don't fuckin' panic!" Ian was now thoroughly enjoying being invaded and had happily taken Nigel at his word not to rent him asunder. With that worry gone he returned to the perplexing problem of what to do about Art's bumhole. Originally he had planned just to touch it, however now that Nigel had planted the idea of being far little more adventurous, then maybe he should give it a good lick just to see what it felt like. Well, that was Ian's original plan. What he hadn't reckoned on was the sensation of Nigel's hot, slippery prick which having wormed it's way between his legs was now oozing precum into the dirty underpants. Nigel continued to hold him firmly around the waist with one hand whilst his other started to slowly feel it's way around the grubby cotton to the fly front of Ian's briefs. It certainly had the desired effect of raising Ian's libido to the next level and without any further thought he rammed his face between Art's buttocks and inhaled deeply. Art too was also experiencing a new sensation. Definitely being no stranger to having several fingers and all manner of other objects poked up his bumhole, this tonguing business was proving to be in a class of it's own! Hot, wet, slightly ticklish and very, very pleasurable even allowing for Ian's total inexperience! All that was topped by the knowledge that it was Ian's face buried deep between his buttocks. More to the point, it was Ian's tongue that was trying to get past the entrance to the promised land. With little time for niceties Ian couldn't have stopped even if he wanted to, no matter what he tried it appeared that getting his tongue to go any further was impossible. Drawing his head back he paused and looked longingly at the puckered hole now glistening with saliva, there was of course only one solution. Moments later Art was groaning with delight as Ian pushed first one, then two fingers past the reluctant sphincter and began to work them in and out. Wrapping his free arm around Art's waist just as Nigel was holding him and removing his fingers, Ian braced himself, pursed his lips and leant forward whilst pulling Art back towards him. Relaxed by the fingering there was little resistance to Ian's probing tongue which soon slipped inside bestowing both boys with set of tastes and sensations. It had all happened so suddenly Ian couldn't really believe what he was doing and found himself driven by a strong desire to make even more of the physical contact. Thinking that could be achieved by massaging the front of Art's briefs he reached around to discover that rather unsurprisingly Art's own hand was already inside and very active! In the excitement Ian made a grab through the soggy fly and ended up literally hand in hand with Art allowing them both to spread the precum over the length of Art's leaking cock. Meanwhile, with his hands casually placed to help disguise the lump in his shorts Tom knew who was going to be next, the simple process of deduction told him there was no one else left except Martin. The afternoon sun caught the wet patch on Martin's shorts, knowing all eyes were on him he moved hesitantly the few paces towards Tom. Other than the odd deep intake of breath and rustle of a hand tackling an errant bulge all the boys were concentrating on Martin's shorts and what they imagined might be inside. It was obvious that he had to have something more than second year boy could ever hope to offer, but exactly what was it that was making so large a bulge. With rapt attention, they waited in silent anticipation of what was going to happen next. It wasn't so much that Tom and Martin's mutual attraction was particularly apparent to them, it was far more basic than that, simply a question of comparable size! Even though Martin was some two years older he had been readily accepted into the group on account of his small stature and friendship with Tom and Alex. The boys having only recently discovered the pleasures of masturbation invariably thought of little else, so to them opportunity to physically explore a very willing older boy was definitely to be encouraged. The new friendship was certainly genuine although it had doubtless been helped by thoughts of what the older boy could teach them and had hidden in his shorts! As Jimmy had already astutely pointed out to Brian, since Martin wasn't much bigger than them, then considering the age difference whatever size could or would his cock be? They wouldn't have long to find out. Still blindfolded and sensing somebody standing in front of him, Tom removed his hands from the front of his shorts and reached out. Martin couldn't help noticing Tom had been hiding the beginnings of a wet spot on his white shorts, looking down he saw that by now he was in far worse position himself! "So you've cum!" exclaimed Tom as his hand made contact with the slimy succus that had soaked through both his underpants and shorts. "No.. no .. no I ain't, honest." Martin recoiled slightly. Tom felt Martin's cock lurch under the weight of his hand. "Fuckin' hell, come back here, I ain't gonna eat you!" said Tom laughing as he tried to stop him moving. "You could fuckin' eat me!" whispered David to Joe. Martin glanced around at the younger boys knowing he was beginning to look very embarrassed. With Art, he would have accepted the comment but somehow with the younger boys it still didn't feel right. Too late. On hearing Tom's comment they started to slowly edge nearer all staring very closely at his shorts. "Bloody looks like he's got them blue pants like Alex." said Joe staring hard, the pale blue was showing through the white shorts. "Yer, he has." said Brian craning forward. "You can seen 'em where he's made his shorts all wet!" "Reckon he's cum then?" asked Jimmy. "If you ain't cum, then wot is it?" asked Tom from beneath his blindfold. He started to run a hand up Martin's leg, ending up just inside leg of the shorts. "Looks like about two fuckin' gallons of sticky stuff!" answered David giggling. Martin quivered and deposited another foreskin full of precum. "Precum innit?" said Alex. "That's right innit, Mart? Wot you call it?" "Yer, right." Martin croaked after a pause. He wasn't concentrating on the conversation, instead he was to trying to ward off a strange new feeling. His initial embarrassment had transformed into something altogether new, he felt absolutely humiliated standing there in his cum soaked shorts and underpants before the younger boys. The question he couldn't answer was why was he enjoying the feeling so much and why was it such a turn on? By the time Tom's fingers had reached up inside the shorts to make contact Martin's briefs Tom could barely contain his excitement and was sure his heart could be heard beating by everybody around him. "It's.. yeah, just precum.. honest." Martin stuttered. He was squeezing his trembling legs together in the vain hope of delaying the impending ejaculation. "Well Tom, go on and pull his fuckin' shorts down and let's have a look in his pants." said David pushing himself forward to get a good view. "Yer, we can see if he's cum," added Brian, "and then we'll know if he's going to join you!" "Can I take me blindfold off... please?" asked Tom, "We know who it is and I wanna see as well." "Yeah, why not." said Alex moving over. He stood purposely closely behind Tom and rubbed the wet front of his shorts up and down Tom's back as he untied the scarf. "We all wanna see!" "See it. I'm gonna fuckin' feel it!" said Tom under his breath as Alex moved away. Shaking his head Tom blinked in the sunshine and tried to focus on Martin standing only inches in front of him. First he just stared for a few of seconds at the wet bulge in the shorts, then looking up he caught Martin's eye. That did it, Martin felt weak inside and Tom was once yet again subject to the butterflies in his stomach. "Get 'em down Tom!" said Joe excitedly. "Hurry up, we wanna see if he's cum." Desperately trying not to show any real emotion Tom took a deep breath and took hold of both legs of Martin's the shorts and started to gently inch them down over the extremely obvious erection. "Fuckin' hell! Look at that!" said Brian in disbelief, putting a hand down the front of his briefs to nurse the sore head of his modest four inches. Translucent with the precum Martin's pale blue Y-fronts were now on full display. There was no hiding his painfully erect fifteen year old boyhood, the foreskin was retracted and the dark head appeared stuck to the wet cotton. It really appeared huge to the younger boys. "Oh no, oh fuck!" Bright red Martin didn't know what to do or say, these might have been his new friends but he was older and still felt that he shouldn't really be there. Guilt. On the verge of cumming Tom was also having trouble curbing his feelings and found himself unable to control either his emotions or hands, one arm snaked around Martin's back and pulled him right into the space between his open legs. Tightly wrapping his legs around Martin's he pulled him so close that his own cock was pushing his wet shorts out and rubbing on Martin's leg. Sliding his free hand up between Martin's legs with the intention of fingering Martin's bumhole progress was slow since Tom was battling to overcome the desire to bury his face in the slimy briefs only inches from his face. The other boys groaned in excitement as they watched Tom lose the battle to control himself. Plainly in the grip of a sexual frenzy he nuzzled into Martin sucking and nibbling at his cockhead through the wet cotton oblivious to the highly charged audience. Unable to hold back Jimmy simply pulled his cock out the leg of his shorts and started masturbating then and there. With Tom frantically slurping up the juices from the leaking cock it didn't take long for Martin to give up all pretence of resisting and with his knees beginning to buckle Martin's back involuntarily arched to push himself right into Tom's face. His cock throbbing painfully from being trapped for so long in his underpants Martin finally lost all control jerking wildly as he virtually filled the pouch of his briefs with hot cum. Tom still deliriously sucking at the wet cotton he found he couldn't keep up with sheer quantity which was being forced through the ribbed cotton and was now smeared all over his face and Martin's stomach. "Well, now he's fuckin' cum!" exclaimed David stating the blindingly obvious! Like Joe and Alex, he had thought the whole thing to be so erotic that he had joined them in pulling his cock out under the leg of his shorts and was rubbing it as fast as he could. "Well, I just fuckin' have!" said Jimmy grinning as he wiped a few drops of pale liquid onto the seat of his shorts. "Yer, me too.." added Brian smiling and patting his shorts, "in me pants! But not as much as that! Lucky sod!" Still shuddering in the final throes of his gigantic orgasm, Martin was beginning to feel the debilitating effects of his strenuous mental and physical exertions. Tom had been so carried away with sucking Martin that he had barely noticed he had cum in his shorts. Rather like a very stimulating wet dream in the excitement he had managed it without even touching it. Something warm and wet was slowly sliding down Martin's leg, guessing what it might be he looked down to see a pair of brown eyes looking up. Tom was licking his lips and now grinning having realised he had just cum. His face was absolutely plastered in cum and glistened in the afternoon light, it was in his hair, eyebrows, everywhere. Martin blinked and swallowed hard, it was the brown eyes. He thought he was almost going to faint but before he could even say or do anything else Joe had interrupted. "Come on Tom, we all want to see Mart's willie, so let him go!" "Yer, come on `cause I want see how much bigger than mine it is!" said Jimmy impatiently pulling his sticky member from the leg of his shorts into the sunlight. "Come on then Tom move out the fuckin' way and let's get 'em all out!" said David. That did it, accompanied by some ribald remarks they eventually formed a circle and watched each other closely as they pulled their cocks out legs of their shorts. There was no mistaking the fact that all eyes were on Martin, who now having ejaculated looked and felt exhausted. His shorts still around his knees he fumbled around trying to persuade his still straining erection to go under the wet elastic of his briefs. Whilst his extra two years growth may not have been in stature, it certainly showed in his cock. A couple of gasps were heard when it finally twanged into view looking very red, slimy, considerably thicker and longer. With the foreskin not retracted it looked quite large to the younger boys who hadn't really seen an older boy's like it. "Fuck." said Brian sounding rather stunned. "It's huge." "Uumm.. " Martin didn't actually know what to say. This scenario had never occurred to him, looking around and seeing the skinny, hairless selection of four inch wonders peeping out from the legs of their shorts he thought that probably his erection must seem pretty big in comparison. "I reckon," said Alex acutely sensing Martin's embarrassing predicament, "yeah, I reckon that if we all wank more, our willies will get that big! Ain't that right Mart? Bet you wank a lot?" "Me?" He blushed. Why did that question invariably bring a denial, it seemed almost a natural reaction to every boy! If only Alex knew how close he was to the truth, since meeting up with Art he was now masturbating at least four times a day! "Well I do!" volunteered Jimmy. That got some laughs and broke the tension. The boys were treating Martin as an equal again, albeit with some crafty sideways looks as his much abused and very sore looking weapon. "Now, enough messing about, on the count of three we're gonna get Tom and Mart two on the ground and start to strip 'em!" said Brian firmly. "That's wot we're here for really, ain't it? Get ready." "But Brian, I've only just cum!" said Joe holding his shrinking cock. "Well, So've I, but I'm gonna cum again!" replied Brian. "Ready, one..." "Two..." said David pulling his foreskin back and forth, his cock started to visibly stiffen up. "Three... let's get 'em!" cried Brian making a lunge at Tom who had only just managed to stand up. Tom sidestepped. Brian missed his footing and stumbled putting his hands out to save himself only ending up grabbing at thin air and falling literally at Tom's feet. As the others laughed Brian decided not to miss the most obvious opportunity and reached up to grab hold of Tom's shorts which he dragged down to the ground. Even Tom looked surprised to see the front his white briefs was now translucent and peppered with blobs of cum. Alex stared, "You've cum as well!" "Fuckin' hell, so you've both cum in yer pants!" exclaimed Brian looking up between Tom's legs. "When?" "Dirty boy!" said David. "When d'you do that then?" "Wot a fuckin' load!" added Jimmy wistfully, hoping that one day his cock might get just a little bigger and produce larger discharge. "Uumm... when I sucked Mart! Just sorta happened." Tom looked sheepishly about and turned to Martin hoping for moral support. "Shit! When d'you rub that then, I didn't see you?" said Martin, was still standing by the log nursing his red cock poking out from under the elastic of his briefs. "I, I.. I didn't.." Tom sounded quite amazed himself, "it just sorta cum on it's own.. just now." "Bloody hell. So you've both cum in yer pants then?" said Joe looking hard at the blobs on Tom's briefs. "So now you've both gotta do what we want ain't you? Right?" "Yer." said Alex turning towards Joe. "Right, that's wot we agreed." "I `spose." Tom looked apprehensively at Martin, they both nodded wondering what could be in store for them. "Well, wot I wanna see first," butted in David very excitedly, "is to watch you two swopping yer sticky pants!" "Wot? You mean.." Martin sounded puzzled, then he began to grin. Tom looked over at him and then smiled as well. The pale blue cotton was sagging shapelessly under the weight of the Martin's giant discharge, even the white lining was starting to turn a pale shade semen yellow. "Well don't just bloody stand there Mart, lift yer fuckin' legs and lets get 'em off!" said Tom moving over and kneeling down in front of him. "I'll go first then." said Martin grinning. It had taken some time but he had finally decided to ignore his nagging doubts and make the most of the situation which was promising to be a once in lifetime opportunity. Understandably the boys were all intently watching Tom kneeling down, his shorts around his ankles with his cummy briefs brushing against Martin's legs as he frantically tugged at Martin's clothing. Jimmy was openly masturbating again while watching Tom's every move to remove the shorts which were where he had left them, rucked up around Martin's ankles. With the shorts duly removed and thrown to one side Tom looked up to see Martin's erection poking out from the wet blue cotton only inches above his head. After looking at it for a few moments he reached up and grabbed it, inadvertently pulling the foreskin back over the hot and sticky cockhead releasing a string of warm cum which fell slowly onto his face below. Following Jimmy's example, Joe now has his cock out and despite having cum not long before was on the way to a second orgasm. Meanwhile, Tom having wiped the cum from his face and licked his fingers was manoeuvring Martin's sticky cock back into the briefs so the waistband could be pulled over the cockhead and the briefs removed. Not for nothing had Tom gained the boy-scout badge for underwear removal and demonstrated his prowess by expertly pulling them down to Martin's knees in one quick movement. With a look of surprise at Tom's dexterity Martin stood there with his cock twanging to attention whilst the younger boys who had been waiting for the moment of nudity mentally visually theirs to his. Tom had a couple of other ideas, still clutching the cummy briefs as if they were buried treasure, he knelt forward and for the second time pushed his face into them. Still warm they smelt of Martin, closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and started to run his tongue around the edge of the fly which had absorbed lots of cum. "Well you carry on sniffing 'em them and I'll start get your's off then!" With Tom in another world and still clutching at the wet underpants Martin began to extricate himself to leave Tom holding onto them sniffing and licking as before! It was difficult to escape the clinging fabric particularly with Tom still holding on and Martin's antics were watched with interest by all the boys who were now openly masturbating. In one way he was still shocked at what he had allowed himself to do, but in another way he was incredibly proud that he had induced a handful of boys to masturbate because of him! Whatever, something had changed as now he didn't appear to have a vestige of shame and couldn't care less what anybody said or wanted him to do. Fuelled by the rush of sexual adrenaline to say he was extremely excited at the prospect of undressing the younger boys was an understatement of the first order. First though, he still had the pleasure of dealing with Tom who was still kneeling, his face buried in the blue briefs in front of him. Martin bent over in front of him and by holding him around the waist he managed to get him back on his feet, albeit with his shorts still around his ankles! That did it. The sight of Tom standing in front of him wearing such cummy briefs was too good to be true and the temptation to return the compliment which Tom had first paid Martin had become too hard to resist. At first he allowed his hands to knead Tom's buttocks, then he began tracing the elasticated line of the briefs starting and finishing between his legs. With Tom twitching with excitement though still partly occupied with the blue briefs Martin knelt in front and just looked, trying to memorise every hairless detail for yet another bedtime fantasy. Even though Tom's white Y-fronts were wet with cum, they showed signs of yellowing pee stains from being worn for the day, Martins own cock lurched with excitement as he drank in the scene. Plainly visible through the saturated fabric was a solid tube of flesh some four inches long, the darker coloured scars of a circumcision were obvious. The purple cockhead appeared to be stuck to the thin fabric with congealing semen, so much so that a small blob had leaked through the thin fabric from the piss slit directly below. The watching boys continued to rub their cocks either down the front of their shorts or from a leg opening and it wasn't long before Joe started to copy Martin and trace the outline of David's briefs though his shorts. Immediately David took that one step further by taking over stroking Joe's cock, within a couple of minutes all the boys were fondling each other as Tom and Martin continued quite unabashed as the main event. Martin had now started to very slowly edge Tom's briefs down. Glistening with watery cum the tip of Tom's cock finally appeared over the top of the waistband, Martin looked up and caught Tom's eye before slowly wiping a sticky finger across the end of piss slit and then sucking hard on his finger. Tom thought his heart was going to stop, he shuddered, swallowed hard and glanced down to see a long string of precum hanging precariously from Martin's own twitching erection. Feelings between the boys were obviously running high. What with the anticipation and subsequent excitement of the afternoons events Tom was beginning to feel emotionally drained. Physically he wasn't feeling much better as he was convinced his swollen and painful erection would never go down. The problem was that he just couldn't stop driving himself on. Faring slightly better. but equally tired and confused Martin had been fighting incredibly hard to resist putting Tom's cock into his mouth. Finally he stood up, Tom's disappointment was obvious, Martin tried to say something but nothing came out. It certainly wasn't that he didn't want to do it, in fact quite the opposite. Knowing that if he did it would open the floodgates of emotion and they could well end up making a spectacle of themselves, their mutual attraction becoming far more obvious than would be good for either of them. Maybe he could do something less obvious to show his affection when they were to lie on the grass as the other boys started to join in. To the amusement of the other boys and as a change of direction Martin shuffled all around Tom and finally stopped bent down to peer at Tom's bottom. Of course with no shorts on, the further Martin bent to attend to Tom, the more his bum cheeks parted to reveal his bumhole, something which was not missed and quickly took Brian's interest. Bums, particularly with various things up them had been on Brian's mind a lot recently so this looked as though it was heaven sent. Even though he had so recently cum in his briefs he knew that with Jimmy now fondling him up the leg of his shorts it wasn't going to be too long before he came again. Somehow though, he now had the idea that as Martin and Tom really were there to be played with, he was going to take full advantage and push his cock up one or both of their bums! The other factor that added enormously to the overall excitement was that there was no disguising the difference between a second and a fourth year boy's cock! David in particular as the only other uncircumcised boy there couldn't believe what Martin had been keeping hidden. Pulling his own erection out the leg of his shorts he looked at it, pulled the foreskin back and forth and then looked back to Martin who's much abused specimen was easily double the thickness, certainly a good inch longer and surrounded by some pubic hair now totally matted with semen. To David, the confirmation was the sight of Tom, now naked from the waist down, standing there next to Martin with two hairless balls and a slender erection that compared very favourably to his own but not to Martin's. It looked as though it was going to be two year wait before he would develop! Joe, whilst he had been thoroughly enjoying the show had decided that it was time they all joined in and he in particular he wanted to get a literal handful of Martin's boyhood. "Come Mart, get Tom's pants on then come here and get on the grass!" "Right! Hurry up! " called out David with one hand down the front of his shorts. "Martin, get yer nose out his ass and just get his pants on!" Martin grinned and then much to Brian's disappointment he stood up! "Hey, Dave's right!" added Joe sensing it was time they all joined in. "Tom, much as we like watching you, will stop licking his fuckin' pants and just put 'em on so we can all help take 'em off again!" "Get on with it you wanker!" called out Alex grinning. "Uumm.." Tom slowly looked up. Something told him it was definitely time to rejoin his peers in the real world. Grinning back at Alex he said "Fuck you!" "No! Wrong! `cause I'm fucking you!" replied Alex laughing. "And I'm gonna be first!" ####################################################################### Chap 54 to follow - and it's written!!!