Date: Fri, 13 Aug 2010 10:59:30 +0100
From: Tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief Encounters chapter 56

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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And ever the next chapter is well on the way, watch this space!

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Chapter 56 – I spy with my little..


From a distance, even knowing each other by repute Tom and Art were never
likely to discuss their lives or they would have discovered they were
almost living in a parallel universe. Both were insatiable and perpetually
attempting to establish that they were indeed young sexual athletes. Not
for the first time, in one day both had subjected themselves to an
exhausting sexual encounter which had been preceded by many nocturnal hours
of intense anticipation, incredible fantasy and constant self-abuse. The
end result for all their effort wasn't going to very hard to predict, well
except of course to them! They might have felt sexually fulfilled, but the
downside was that the sheer intensity of the their actions had left them
debilitated, mentally and physically.

It had taken a good half an hour in the relative gloom of the dusty shed
for the three boys to eventually come to and untangle themselves from their
cum soaked underwear. Ian was the first to see that now their problems were
only just beginning, a cold shiver ran down Ian's back at the thought of
his fastidiously tidy mother catching him dressed as he was. It didn't take
Nigel long to see that as well, however try as they might the task of
making themselves look even vaguely respectable started to prove something
of an impossibility. The dust and dirt accumulated over many years in the
old shed had stuck to the gooey semen which had been so joyfully spread
around. Most of it now appeared to the boys to be liberally daubed over
their clothing and everything they seemed to touch.

Despite his premonition it looked as though Ian, who was generally very
careful about his appearance would escaped looking the tidiest of the
three. Mainly because, unlike the others he had folded his clothes and kept
them up off the floor when he got undressed to change into the dirty
briefs. Nigel had several patches of dust stuck to his jeans and was
fervently hoping his mother would be out when he got home so he could
quickly change. They also had one further advantage over Art, in that he
had provided them with the dirty briefs to wear for the big event. Thus
being able to change underpants was a huge bonus as it removed the source
of the smell and allowed them to at least feel comfortable again. The stark
choice for Art was to continue wearing them or go home without.

Unfortunately for Art, who was so exhausted that he had to have been
extricated by Nigel from underneath Ian, it wasn't quite so rosy a
picture. Exhausted and more or less squashed into the wooden floor he had
acted like a magnet to the congealing semen and dirt that covered the
floor. Absolutely spattered in semen and cloying dirt he looked dreadful,
to make matters worse when Nigel had inadvertently ejaculated over his
head, dirt and semen were now over his face and hair. The briefs he was
wearing were the dirty ones he had arrived in and had subsequently been
stretched, torn and impregnated with everybody's cum.

Nigel was looking rather quizzically at Art. After their various sexual
encounters and adventures he had seen him in some pretty messy and dreadful
situations. This time was different, Art really did look awful physically
and not just in the sense of his attire, as his wise old granny might have
said, he had well and truly burnt the candle at both ends.

"Wot's gonna do then kid?" asked Nigel as Art moved into the sunlight "Of
fuck! You do look bloody awful, Art."

"I feel bloody awful." replied Art sounding unsurprisingly very dejected
and certainly not his usual bouncy self.

"Well you can't fuckin' go home looking like that." Nigel was slipping into
big brother mode. "Fuck, how we gonna clean you up, you need a bleeding
hose down!"

"He's right, come on Art, lets tidy you up." Ian looked over to him in the
corner. "Nige, fuckin' hell, how?"

Leaning back against the wall Art's stained T-shirt hung shapelessly from
his shoulders, barely covering the drooping, revolting, cum stained
briefs. The bulbous head of his now flaccid cock winked from the torn leg
opening, a solitary droplet of cum hung down, appearing to be suspended in
mid air.

"Wot's wrong with me Nige?"

"I think you've fuckin' had it mate! When have I ever seen yer cock floppy
like that!" Nigel smiled and playfully punched him. "I think.. the truth is
that you've fuckin' over done it. Maybe we all have."

"I think yer right. Wot with yesterday as well." Art smiled weakly, he
still had that magic at least.

"Ian, I think we've gotta get him home so he can rest a bit."

Unless Ian was mistaken Nigel had a tear in his eye. Maybe they had all
over done it, Art certainly had.

"Right." said Ian rather purposely, trying not to show any emotion
himself. "Ummm.."

"For a start, let's get them pants off, you can't fucking wear them `or
you'd stink the house out!" Nigel stood in front of him. "Ian, you hold him
up and I'll try and get 'em off without getting any more of that fuckin'
slimy stuff on me."

"You'll be fuckin' lucky, most of it's all your's anyway!" Art managed a
grin. "Be careful `cause I think that wot Ian gave me might be leaking out
now as well!"

"Oh fucking hell! You didn't have to tell me that!" Nigel looked at Art and
shook his head. "You are a dirty fucker!"

"No, it was Ian that was the dirty fucker!" Art smiled briefly, his voice
was now beginning to crack. "But... thank fuck yer here."

Hearing that even Ian started feeling a little watery eyed, the bond
between Art and Nigel was so incredibly strong, almost tangible. Ever
onward, as instructed by Nigel he tentatively reached out and put a hand on
Art's shoulder to steady him, Art briefly turned and for a split second
caught his eye.

"Thanks." he muttered before looking away.

With that, unable to remain at an emotional distance for any longer Ian
moved to stand right next to him, draping an arm firmly around both
shoulders totally took Art unawares, surprised he looked around.

"You two have, have really helped me." stuttered Ian.

"Oh fuck! Fuck.. fuck.. fuck! No, not you as well!" It was all becoming too
much.

Having missed all the eye contact and wondering what all the fuss was about
Nigel stood up to see Ian quickly wiping the back of his hand across his
face.

"Oh no.. fuckin' hell... Ian, not you as well!"

"It's you two..." Ian still avoiding eye contact, "you've got to me. Oh, I
don't fuckin' know, I'm all messed up!"

"You think you're fuckin' messed up! Have you seen wot you did to me
pants!" Art, managed a short laugh.

Nigel closed his eyes and putting his arms out encircled them both and
pulled them tightly together.

"You bastards," Nigel's voice was now falteringly as well, "you know I
can`t handle this fuckin' emotional stuff! Fuck! Fuck!"

"So, wot's want now then Nige, why you holding us like this?" croaked Art,
who despite the tears running down his face still managed to produce his
winning smile, "It's not a bleeding circle wank is it?"

Not all that far away exciting things were happening down in the deep dark
woods.

"If it was longer you wouldn't get that trouble." said Jimmy in between
fits of giggling.

"Piss off! It's me fuckin' pants, they're too tight and won't let it hang
down!" replied Brian reaching yet again up the left leg of his shorts to
pull down his unruly cock.

"Anyway, just keep going `cause I'm getting close now." Grinning happily by
Brian's side Jimmy spat on his hand and wrapped it back around his cock,
the head was bright red from constant activity. "Reckon we can cum
together?"

"Might do." Brian grinned back then looked down at the tiny drop precum
that had finally appeared from his piss slit. "It's tricky sharing me
bedroom.. I mean, it's nice to do this on yer own innit, like you can do
yer bum as well can't you? I know he's me brother and that, but.."

"Oh... oh, I'm close..." Jimmy's hand visibly speeded up, "Bri, please cum
with me."

"Fun innit, sat here wanking side by side !" Brian leaned over and looked
down at Jimmy's blurred hand. "You're fuckin' going some, how long?"

"Not long." said Jimmy breathlessly. "I'm still thinking of Alex and Mart,
cor that was really turned me on."

"And me, pity they was so knackered and they had to give up!" said Brian
pulling harder. "Hey, you got yer shorts down anyway, so get on yer knees
and I'll try and suck the last bit for you!"

With that Jimmy let go of his cock which instantly twanged upwards as he
excitedly scrabbled to kneel in front of Brian, who looked as though he had
slowed down as well, presumably to try and hold back for a few seconds so
they could cum together. Brian quickly lined up Jimmy leaking member and
then closed his eye's and leaned forward to seal his lips around the hard
shaft. It wasn't a moment too soon, even as his moist lips closed around it
Jimmy was beginning to experience the delicious hot burning sensation as
his discharge began it's short journey to Brian's waiting mouth.

With Jimmy so close, Brian desperately wanting to cum with him and pulling
his cock out from the leg of the shorts and started rubbing it as hard as
he could. That certainly had the desired result and just as he could feel
Jimmy's cock pulsing between his lips, Brian could now feel his own rapidly
building towards his second orgasm of the afternoon. Mechanically arching
his back in readiness for the climax he sucked so hard on Jimmy's cock that
he was sure that he could actually feel the semen being forced upwards
through the fleshy tube.

"Brian..."

The voice sounded familiar, although somehow rather strained. Who ever it
was, they would have to wait because neither he nor Jimmy could possibly
stop now even if they wanted to.

The first blob of Jimmy's semen hit the back of Brian's throat, it tasted
sweet almost like his own precum, well that was on the rare occasions when
he could produce any! Brian's cock, tender with all the recent attention
jerked in appreciation of Jimmy's timing and another bubble oozed slowly
out of the end.

"Brian.. please... help me!"

That voice. The spell was broken. Brian immediately opened his eyes,
blinked in the bright sunlight only to instantly recoiled in shock as he
focused on the sight of his younger brother Robbie. Naked from the waist
down, he was being held firmly by the collar of his striped shirt by David
who was standing over him like a big game hunter over a kill.

"Wot the fuck... wot!" confused, Brian stopped unsure of quite what to say
or do. Robbie, whatever was he doing there and almost naked at that!

Those immediate thoughts were as far Brian got before Jimmy, who's bodily
functions were completely out of control sent two strings of hot semen
flying through the air to land on Brian's face and blue T-shirt. Taken by
surprise Brian let go of his own cock which immediately disappeared back up
into his shorts briefs where it continued to discharge it's sticky load
into both shorts and briefs.

"Please... Brian... we didn't mean it!" Joe had Barry virtually suspended
by his shirt collar with his legs almost off the ground.

"Didn't fuckin' mean it? Wot's fuckin' it then?" asked Joe. "Well you
fuckin' meant it about five minutes ago when you was gonna play with your
mates ass!"

Brian was speechless, he really didn't know whether to laugh or cry. On
balance, laugh probably, but he dare not show it. Well yet! First Robbie
was in need of a remedial lesson and then due to receive his comeuppance
for all his intrusive interest in Brian's solo sex life.

"Brian, d'you know 'em then?" asked David sounding a little puzzled, he
threw Robbie's shorts and briefs on the ground.

Brian pointed at Robbie and gave him a withering stare.  "Oh yes, very
well. That little shit is Robbie, my baby brother!"

Robbie looked worse than petrified, never having heard Brian say anything
with such venom it before. Biting his lip he clamped his legs together as
though he was going to wet himself!

"And that," continued Brian pointing over towards Barry, "is his best mate
Barry. They're always playing with each other. Ain't you Robbie?"

Robbie opening his mouth but nothing came out.

"And, is that," asked Brian. "is that's why you ain't got no trousers on,
then?

Robbie nodded, crimson with embarrassment.

"He should go home like that!" said Jimmy.

"No.. no...no.." Robbie looked as though he was going to bust into tears, "
I want.. I want.."

"Bollocks to wot you want mate! You can have yer shorts and I'll have yer
pants! If you fuckin' argue you won't get anything!"

Jimmy grinned and without any hesitation pulled down his shorts and briefs
allowing his cock to spring out, although not well endowed for his age it
was still large enough compared to the two captives.

"You can have these, might be bit tight and a bit sticky though!" laughing
he threw them at Robbie then turned to pick up the ones from the grass, he
looked at the label.

"Wot.. wot's mum gonna say?" blinking to hold back the tears Robbie was
definitely an unhappy bunny.

"Robbie, I couldn't fuckin' care less!" said Brian. "Tell her some naughty
boys confiscated them `cause you were caught spying on 'em and you'd
already taken 'em off so Barry could play with yer bumhole!"

Robbie winced and looked over at the equally unhappy Barry bunny for moral
support. Barry though, wasn't feeling much better and was very worried
about what was going to happen to them both.

"Tell her you picked up the wrong ones in the changing room!" said Martin
helpfully, having been avidly listening and very intrigued at the new
development of a couple of even younger boys to play with!

"Bloody hell, St Michael and they look as though they'll fit! Your mum
don't go to Woollies like mine then, does she?" Jimmy looked up from the
label, pulled them on and grinned. "Perfect! Something that fit's at last!"

"Nice kip?" asked David turning to Martin.

"Yer, I think I've over done it." replied Martin anxiously looking to his
young friends lying either side of him. "Have Tom or Alex come round yet?"

"No. Cum, but not round!" replied Joe laughing. "I think the truth is we've
all fuckin' over done it. It feels like we been doing this for days, I
really do feel fucked and wanna go to bed."

"Hey you," David shook Robbie, "if we let go of you two little wankers are
you gonna try and run off? Don't forget we know who you are now, don't we?"

"No.. no.." Robbie was plainly scared to death, "wot you gonna do to us?"

"Dunno," said Joe grinning, "maybe play with yer bum!"

"Wot!" squeaked Robbie his eyes wide open.

"Oh shut up!" Jimmy walked over to Barry. "Let him go Joe, you ain't going
nowhere is you?"

"No." Barry was looking as nervous as Robbie.

"Turn round, I ain't gonna hurt you."

Barry slowly turned wondering what Jimmy had in mind. Jimmy knew exactly
what was going through mind and watched by the others, he gently rubbed the
palms of his hands all over Barry's white shorts, tracing the line of his
briefs underneath.

Poking Barry gently in the back Jimmy asked, "Hey, these ain't the sort of
briefs wot we all wears are they? They're white though ain't they?"

"Uumm.." Barry knew full well they weren't the standard-mother-issue
Y-fronts, they were much nicer. Especially the coloured ones which were the
envy of his of all his classmates in the changing rooms. He was duly proud
of them.

"Well, it don't matter."

Jimmy started running his hands seductively around the waistband of the
thin white shorts. Relieved that the question didn't appear to be being
taken any further Barry relaxed to the point where he even found Jimmy's
light touch to be quite sensual. His cock started to slowly respond as only
it could.

The others knowing Jimmy's predilection for other boys underwear
immediately guessed what he was after and they called him over to quickly
confer the sentence on Robbie and Barry. After much whispering during which
Robbie and Barry were made to feel even more nervous Jimmy returned to his
unhappy prey. It seemed perfect, self punishment in a way, for the two boys
would be made to feel totally embarrassed, plus with any luck they would
probably have to explain their missing underpants to their
mothers. Overall, a fitting price for the two younger boys to pay.

"You see Barry, `tis Barry innit?" asked Jimmy from behind as he gently ran
his hands over his firm buttocks.

"Barry, yer."

"See Barry, wot I meant just now was that, well it didn't matter if you
didn't answer me question."

"Oh that," Barry was confused, "uumm.. so.."

"So nothing. See, `cause I'm having yer pants anyway!"

With that Jimmy quickly pulled the white shorts down to leave Barry
standing there in his white bikini briefs with the telling lump of a
growing erection.

"Bit of lump there kid!" said Joe who the nearest, he turned, bent down,
purposely prodded it and then rolled what he imagined was Barry's cock
between his finger and thumb.

"You.. you bas..."

"Naughty. No swearing." said Brian interrupting and walking over. "Or Jimmy
might have yer nice looking shorts as well!"

"Right." said David. "See, you two could both be going home with no
clothes.. how would you explain that to mummy?"

Trembling at the thought of it, Barry looked around, it was hopeless and it
was all their own fault. Besides, how was he going to explain to his mother
he had lost a pair of his new briefs on a Sunday afternoon!

"Now, first Barry," said Brian, kneeling in front of him, "I want to take
yer pants down `cause I've always wondered what was in 'em!"

That brought a wave of laughter. Grinning, Brian started pulling at them as
slowly and deliberately as he could, finally exposing Barry's half erect
cock. Lifting Barry's legs like he was undressing a toddler Brian threw
them to Jimmy who immediately looked inside and declared that BHS briefs
were good enough for him!

"So, was that wot you going put up Robbie then?" asked Brian. Tentatively
he touched the head of Barry's cock, it jumped.

Nodding, scarlet with embarrassment Barry looked at Robbie. Why had they
ever talked themselves into going to watch in the first place, they were
the ones now being watched!

"Well go on and get it, we'll watch!" said Joe hopefully making as though
he was going over to Barry. "I'll rub it to get it hard if want!"

"No... please.. no.. it won't.."

Barry's reply might have not have been very audible, but he was sure his
frantically beating heart could be heard. His cock had literally just
shrivelled to the size of an acorn. His legs felt like giving way, this
wasn't what had been planned. Robbie's legs had already given up, he'd
already slowly sunk to the ground praying it would open up and swallow them
both.

Brian moved back and whispered something to David, Joe and Jimmy.

"You two," said Joe, "now, wot we want to know is how you knew to watch
us."

Barry looked at Robbie and Robbie looked at Barry. Caught.

"It was.. I overheard, " nervously Robbie tried to clear his throat, "when
you was with Tom in the garden the other day."

"But.. I didn't see you." Brian sounded surprised. "You were inside the
house."

"No.. I wasn't. " Robbie swallowed hard. "I guessed it was something, so I
hid.. hid in the bushes, behind the shed and listened!"

"Bloody hell! Wot a little spy we've got here!" David laughed. "Junior
James Fuckin' Bond, well he ain't got nothing on you has he?"

"Except his fuckin' underpants!" quipped Joe as he dissolved into laughter.

"Wot's all the laughing about?" Tom slowly sat up by Martin and looked
around dazed. "Who the fuck's this?"

"We thought you'd fuckin' died!" said Martin smiling, he put an arm around
Tom's shoulder. "Are you alright?"

"I think so, I feel fuckin' awful." Tom turned and looked over to Alex, "is
he all right? Give him a shove."

It didn't take long for Alex to come to, who like Tom and Martin was hardly
bursting with energy after their debilitating sexual performance. Without
the chance to tidy themselves up they sat there in their various states of
undress and cum soaked clothes as David explained who their visitors were.

"Hey, I got it. I've seen you at school." said Tom appearing to wake up a
bit, he suddenly pointed at Barry.

"First year." Barry nodded nervously and then looked at Martin. "You's a
friend of Art ain't you?"

"Wot? How d'you know that?" That really took Martin by surprise, he sat
upright.

"I seen you with him, you's in his class."

"But.. how d'you him know then?" asked Martin.

"I found him wanking in the bog one afternoon and he showed me how to do it
proper!" said Barry proudly. "He put a finger up me bum and then squirted
his stuff everywhere!"

The boys laughed thinking it was quite funny, it had the effect of breaking
the tension and even Robbie and Barry felt a little happier. Martin though
thought otherwise, he was very worried that should details of his exploits
with much younger boys start to circulate around the school or he would be
in dire trouble.

"How long ago was that then?" asked Martin.

"Not long, couple of weeks something like that." Barry was beginning to
sound more confident. "Yer, I remember.. he didn't have on no pants, but he
liked mine!"

"Cor, no pants?" Joe looked very excited at the thought of going to school
like that.

"Why'd he like your's then, they special or something?" asked Brian.

" `cause they was blue ones like.." he slowed, his present predicament
obvious, "well, like the white ones I had on..."

"Lucky little fucker!" said Joe thinking of the Aertex briefs his mother
had recently bought him.

"Never mind." Jimmy smiled. "I'll have a wank in yer white ones for you!"

"Hey, now you two" interrupted Martin putting on his best aggressive act
and pointing at the young boys, "now if ever I hear anything about what
you've seen and heard today you'll be fucking dead. D'you understand? If
word of this gets out, you will be fuckin' dead. Got it? Now, swear you
won't tell anybody, right now."

"We won't say a word. we won't, swear honest.. we won't, will we?" Barry
and Robbie looked at each other, it was the words `fuckin' dead' which held
their attention.

"Beautifully put!" said David looking over to Martin and winking. "Somebody
had to say it I `spose."

"Hey, one more thing." said Brian, "Robbie, you know when dad tells us off,
like it's done and that's the end of it, he say's that whatever it was it's
over and we gotta move on."

"Yer." Robbie nodded, unsure of the point Brian was going to make.

"Wot I mean is that, well I think you and Barry there have been punished
enough, so that as far as I'm concerned this thing is over now. Right, make
sense?"

"Yer, I think that's fair." said Joe, he looked round. "Agreed?"

They all nodded. Barry looked at Robbie and gave a weak smile.

"Fact is," continued Brian, "now I knows wot you likes, I might let you put
yer little willie up me one night!"

"D'you mean that?" asked Robbie, unsure if he had heard correctly.

"Yer, you can get Barry to have a sleepover as well!" Brian grinned.

"Honest? You ain't joking?"

"Brian, you're fuckin' perv!" said David laughing.

Brian grinned and answered Robbie, "You'll have to sort out yer sleepover
to find out. Best to wait to till dad's finished yer own room though."

"Wish I had a brother like him!" muttered David.

"Right. You're fuckin' lucky to have Brian." Joe added looking at Robbie.

"I `spose so." said Robbie sounding quite contrite, he looked at Barry yet
again. They both knew that thanks to Brian they were lucky to have escaped
without being assaulted, sexually or otherwise.

"Uumm.. I was gonna say that.. uumm.." Barry shuffled his feet and looked
at the ground, then nudging Robbie he hesitantly continued, "Well, I think
we're sorry we spied on you.. ain't we Robbie?"

Robbie nodded frantically. "Yer... yer...we is."

"We are, not we is!" corrected David. "You are lucky, if it was some of the
other kids they'd have beaten seven bells of shit out of you."

"We know." agreed Barry. "But... but, could we please have out shorts
back?"

"Well yer, but I'm still keeping yer pants!" said Jimmy grinning.

"I'll have to wear your's then." Robbie finally smiled. Maybe Jimmy's
briefs were of interest after all.

"You fuckin' got to, unless you gonna tell mum!" Brian laughed.

"But, remember wot I said as well," said Martin looking at them sternly,
"so if I've heard that you've said anything about this, I'll pull yer balls
off one by one!"

"Mart, you do have way with words!" said David.

"Fuck off!" Martin grinned. "Hey now then you two, before you get yer
shorts back and can go, I've got a test for you, so come over here."

Nobody knew what Martin had in mind, although the ominous bulge in his
briefs was a something of a clue. Despite having all but collapsed
following the afternoons very highly charged sexual romp, he was determined
to make the most of his time with the younger boys and had one last fantasy
to act out.


"So, wot's the test?" asked Robbie very cautiously walking over towards
Martin.

"You gonna do something to us?" Barry sounded nervous as he trailed over
behind Robbie.

"No, you are gonna do something to me!"

Martin then lay back on the grass. He hadn't pulled his shorts back up
since Alex's earlier invasion and was still wearing Tom's briefs. Being a
little small for him the outline of his very erect and excited cock was
plainly visible through the thin semen soaked cotton.

"See kids, Tom and I changed pants after we'd both cum in 'em and it seems
only right that we should have our own pants back. Don't you agree?"

"Yer.. dunno... I `spose so."

Neither Barry nor Robbie couldn't take their eyes off of Martin's briefs,
tensing his muscles he made the lump twitch which brought a sharp intake of
breath from Barry.

"But... but.. wot's the test?" asked Robbie, he didn't need to look down,
he just knew that now his own cock was stirring.

"We're all gonna watch and see if you two can change our pants back without
getting a hard on!"

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Chap 57 to follow