Date: Wed, 23 Nov 2011 15:40:07 +0000
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief Encounters Chap 84

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 84 – Art takes the bait

Art hadn't exactly skipped home, but he certainly had a spring in his step
being more than happy with the outcome of the mornings events as he walked
along. Not only had he had a quite fantastic time wanking with Nigel and
Davey, but Nigel appeared out of the danger zone with his mother and he in
turn was going to help Art clean and tidy his room the following weekend.
All that and a bonus to come, being that later that afternoon he was due to
meet both Ian and Nigel at the shed on the allotment. Ostensibly to check
out the arrangements for the following afternoon when Tom and his friends
would be there and to ensure they were in for a very big surprise.
Doubtless he could engineer some form of sexual activity with Ian and
Nigel, in fact he had been giving a lot of thought to Nigel's pleas to let
him try and get his large cock up him, it was very tempting!

Being Saturday and having no school, he thought it had been an erotic
masterstroke to wear Ian's briefs for the last time before giving them back
that afternoon, it was incredibly arousing feeling even if they were now
sagging somewhat within his jeans. With several of his own deposits plus
those from Ian, Nigel and even Simon they were fast becoming very ripe and
smelly, he was sure Ian would love them! Having walked most of the way home
he paused under a tree and looked furtively around to see if anybody was
watching before pushing his hand down the front of the equally ill fitting
jeans and hauling the briefs back up. Giving his sticky cock a loving
squeeze he withdrew his hand and pushed it down the back to pull the other
half of the sagging material well up into his ass crack hoping it would
stay there till he got home.

"That it then?" said Tom wiping the oil his hands on the one and only dirty
rag. "Nothing else falling off?"

"Don't think so." Alex looked at chain now back on the sprockets. "Strange
it should fall off and jam up like that."

"Nah," said Simon spinning the rear wheel just as any skilled velocipede
technician might do to impress, "it was all slack, would have needed
tightening soon anyway."

"Well I don't know nothing about this chain stuff, so I `spose yer right."
Alex looked at his bike upside down on the grass. "I ain't no good with
things like this at all."

"Lucky you got us then innit?" said Tom.

"Yer, in more ways than one." Alex smiled and looked at Tom. He was very
lucky to have him.

"Now don't you two go all fuckin' soppy!" Simon nudged Tom who was now
looking at Alex.

"And we're lucky to have you an' all." added Alex turning to look at Simon.

"Oh fuckin' hell! I ain't no good at this stuff." Simon felt very
embarrassed and knew he looked it. "Fuckin' leave it out."

With a screech the wrought iron front gate flew open on it's rusty hinges
to clang back against a large stone, scaring the woodlice that lived behind
out of their shells. It was certainly a mood changing moment.

"All right kids?"

Art strode through, both hands deep in the pockets performing the dual
function of feeling his cock through the hole in the pocket whilst
supporting the drooping briefs.

They all looked round surprised at his grand entrance. Simon was very
relieved, putting his emotions into words was too difficult.

"Wot's this then, a bleedin' bike repair shop?"

Art looked around immediately noting, much to his penile delight that both
Tom and Alex were in what looked like white football shorts.

"His chain was slack and had fell off." Simon nodded towards Alex.

"I know you're little chain ain't slack, ` cause I heard you adjusting it
this morning?"

"Piss off!" retorted Simon blushing.

Art started to giggle at his own joke, then looked and to make the point
nudged Simon who was not looking very amused. "Or was you adjusting the
bedsprings!"

Knowing how he had adjusted his own chain that morning Tom started to
snigger and quickly turned away so as not to offend Simon.

"Why don't you fuck off!" said Simon now blushing heavily. "Anyway, your
fuckin' bed ain't got no springs left!"

"Yer, I fuckin' worn it out so it don't squeak no more," Art was already
moving out of the way of the flying fist, "Your's does though... I've heard
it, night and morning lately!"

"Fuck you, you... tosspot!"

Tom looked at Alex and then blushed himself before they too joined Art in
starting to giggle. Simon looked at them angrily for a few seconds before
breaking into a grin. How could anybody ever get mad at Art?

"You bastard!" he slapped Art on the bottom.

"Art, yer mum said it was all right to borrow yer dad's spanners to fix his
bike." said Tom in between chuckling about Art's joke and his very definite
one track mind.

If the truth was known they had probably all adjusted their chains before
getting up, maybe even oiled them as well although Simon had oiled his
twice!

"Spanners? Wot to tighten yer nuts?" asked Art before starting to laugh
again, this was going to be one of the mornings.

"Oh give it a bleeding rest!" said Simon. "Just bloody shut and help us
turn it over."

Alex looked away before he started laughing again, so this was brotherly
love at work. From previous comments Simon was quite right, Art really did
exude a sort of magnetic appeal that most definitely encompassed sex as
well. In fact the more insanitary and disgusting his behaviour was, the
more he appealed to the second year boys.

"Well, come on turn it back over and then Alex can give it a test run,"
said Simon, "grab the front wheel Tom."

"Yeah right. Sooner we've done it, sooner we can go and play footers." said
Tom making to steady the front wheel.

"Where's you playing then? Park I `spose?" asked Art casually casting his
eye over Tom's shorts as he lent forward to hold the bike. Were Tom's
shorts really so thin that he could read the infamous Y-fronts logo around
the waistband?

"Yer, why you gonna come and play with us?" Alex grinned. "You'd have to
put yer shorts on, `cause we do it proper."

"Piss off, I don't do running about. Anyway I got something else to do."
Art looked at Alex, correctly guessed he had on pale blue Y-fronts and then
resumed his inspection of Tom's shorts.

"Wonder wot that something else is then?" understandably Simon knew Art too
well. "Nigel is it? You and him ought to get fuckin' married."

"Ah, fuck off you little tosser!"

"Hey, is it right he's got a gert big willy? I've hear it's twice the size
of your's?" Simon grinned. Tom stifled a laugh and looked at Alex.

"Fuck off! You really is dirty little boy, that's all you fuckin' think
about innit? Willy's innit?" for whatever reason Art was beginning to
giggle again. "How would I fuckin' know anything about his willy at all?"

"Just a guess!" Simon started to giggle as well. "Thought you might have
seen it!"

"Do me a favour! Do I look as though I go looking at kids willy's!"

"Yes!" it was Simon's turn to dodge the flying fist.

"I'd do you a favour!" thought Tom to himself. He took a deep breath looked
over at Alex and again asked himself the same old question, why couldn't he
have a big brother like this.

"I'll bet you've got some shorts, but we ain't never seen you in 'em at
school or nothing." said Alex still hoping he could encourage Art to play.

"Yer, they're white with a blue stripe. He looks great in 'em wot with his
white legs `cause they matches the shorts!"

"Fuckin' piss off! Course I got some, but you ain't seeing 'em neither!"
Art grinned and turned his attention to Tom's pert little buttocks, he
watched as he moved and steadied the bike, "Anyway, never mind me shorts
what about this old bike of your's is it done then?"

Tom's buttocks were extremely inviting, if only! Art immediately noted a
small lump at the front and the very definite outline of his underpants,
which under the white shorts were certainly white. Were they a little big
for him? The expert eye detected the elastic around his legs seemed very
low and not much above the legs of the shorts themselves.

Art's mind was already racing ahead, the three younger boys were certainly
a prime attraction, especially wearing those old white shorts. Simon's body
he obviously knew, but the thought of exploring either or both of the other
two through their shorts after the mornings earlier conquest of Davey had
him now really aroused. Easily accessible through the hole in the jeans
pocket, Ian's briefs were becoming rather slippery with Art's fingers
constantly kneading his leaking member.

"Yer, right. Come on let's turn it up the right way." said Simon holding
the bike.

With Art watching closely from behind Alex bent down to get hold the saddle
and exactly as predicted the shorts soon tightened around his
buttocks. Having already switched on his X-ray vision Art immediately
deduced that the white football shorts were barely concealing a pair of
pale blue ribbed Y-fronts, undoubtedly the very same type as worn by
Martin. The further Alex bent the tighter the shorts became until they were
quite obviously pulling his underpants into his crack. At such close range
it was almost too much for Art, every detail of Alex's full cut briefs were
highlighted and then to crown it all, his T-shirt rode up exposing an inch
of the pale blue ribbed cotton topped by the usual white Y-fronts elastic
waistband.

Art's cock lurched against the two waiting fingers that had wormed their
way under the slack elastic around his leg. Knowing that precum production
was already well underway and hoping his obvious excitement hadn't been
spotted he quickly glanced around. Simon though, knowing his brothers mind
thought it was payback time and waved a circular forefinger and thumb from
behind Tom's back which immediately turned Art a delightful shade of
red. Annoyed at having been caught lusting after the contents of Alex's
shorts he first scowled then started to giggle uncontrollably.

"Wot's up then?" said Tom noting the activity in Art's pocket out the
corner of his eye.

"Nothing." Art looked a little flushed and tried to contain his laughter.

"Wot's up!" repeated Simon giggling. "Bet I can see wot's up!"

Tom looked between them baffled at the laughter, slowly he began to smile
when he saw the pun, laughter was infectious.

"Si, d'you want wanna take it up the road, `cause you know wot you done to
it?" said Alex holding the bike upright by the saddle. He looked a little
confused as one by one they were all starting to laugh without apparently a
joke having being told.

"Yeah, why not. Back in few minutes." still laughing Simon wheeled it out
the front gate, into the road and hopped on.

"Wot's all that about, that laughing?" asked Alex nudging Tom.

"Dunno, I was laughing `cause they were laughing!" said Tom. He turned to
look at Art for some explanation. "Art, wot you laughing at anyway?"

"Nothing much."

"D'you always laugh at nothing then?" asked Alex.

"Sometimes," Art grinned, "it's another symptom innit?"

"Symptom?" Tom was puzzled. "Of wot?"

"Same thing as makes you go blind and get them hairy hands, you was
laughing as well!"

"Oh piss off!" Tom blushed.

"I've warned him about that as well." added Alex looking at Tom, he smiled.

"You can fuckin' talk!"

"Hope Simon won't be long will he, `cause I wanna ask him something before
I go in." said Art trying to compose himself and sound a little more
sensible.

"Wot'd he say, was it about five mins?"

"Probably."

"Cor, it's hot innit?" said Art. "Bloody hell, I'm gonna have to sit down a
minute."

Fully aroused by the earlier sight of Alex's underpants Art was thinking
how he could try to lead the boys on. He knew he shouldn't do it, but
unable to resist and with that one thought foremost in his mind he sat down
cross legged on the lawn.

"Come on Tom, he's right. Let's have a sit down a minute." said Alex
following Art's example and sitting down opposite to be joined by Tom a few
seconds later.

"Right." Tom wasn't quite sure, but had a strange feeling Art had an
ulterior motive.

He most certainly did, even at junior school he had found looking up shorts
to be an enormous turn on. After ten year old Davey's inaugural
masturbation only an hour earlier, to now be able look up the legs of two
pairs of twelve year olds shorts or better still get a hand up and wank
them off whilst wearing their shorts would be utterly fantastic. Well that
was the dream. However, in reality Art was for once stuck for words, he
merely smiled inanely and hoped his leaking erection hadn't been
noticed. It had, by Tom who was fast becoming more than match for Art at
erection and underwear spotting!

So with Tom more than intrigued by Art's erection and getting pretty hard
himself, Alex innocently turned catalyst and lay down on the grass. That
was to be the tipping point for Art. Totally consumed by his voyeuristic
desires at having seen the gaping legs of Alex's shorts he just couldn't
resist further investigation and a peep up them.

From sitting crossed legged he shifted to what looked like a very
uncomfortable position almost lying on his side for which, the sole purpose
as Tom immediately guessed could only be to look up Alex's shorts! With Art
turning away to fiddle with a shoelace as cover for his spying activities
it gave Tom a chance to quickly whisper to Alex what he thought was going
on and what they should do. The answer was obviously to set some form of
trap and see if Art fell for it. With no time to discuss details Tom told
Alex to merely join in and follow whatever he started, the merest thought
of which immediately started Alex giggling.

"Wot's up?" asked Art looking up from his shoe, now retied for the third
time.

"Looks like he's laughing at nothing again, he does that," Tom grinned,
"and course now we all know wot that means!"

"But is he old enough to do it?" Art looked longingly at the legs of the
shorts. "Does he need a lesson!"

"I wouldn't know." replied Tom innocently. "Rather like you innit, `cause
you didn't know about Nigel's cock did you?"

Touche.

"Hhmm.. fuck!" Art blushed and then grinned. "Little wanker!"

"Snap! All three of us!" Tom grinned and nodded, he'd won that round!

By way of his own answer Alex nonchalantly raised his knees, slowly opened
his legs wide and lay right back on the grass. It was now over to Art to
take the initiative!

Taking a deep breath Art moved around to get a better view inadvertently
displaying the start of the rather obvious wet spot on the front of his
jeans. Seeing that prompted Alex to raise the erotic temperature further by
lowering his knees just enough to afford Art a better view up the shorts
which immediately had Art staring over and pressing his cock firmly through
the pocket.

The trap was set and Alex knew he was the bait.

Beginning to look a little hot and bothered, this was undoubtedly the most
fantastic voyeuristic thing Art had seen in a long while, far more exciting
compared to just watching a bulge under a desk. It was what he couldn't see
that was so really stimulating, images of twelve year old cocks shooting
watery cum into tight white underpants hidden beneath white football shorts
were now filling his mind. Almost dribbling precum, his underpants had
reached saturation point so the dark wet patch on the front of his jeans
was rapidly growing, the hand movements in the pocket only serving to
spread the stain.

"Cor, `tis hot innit?" said Tom finding it difficult to maintain the act
without laughing. He lay down by the side of Alex with his legs flat so
that his shorts containing his obvious erection were also on full
display. "This is better innit Alex, we might get a suntan!"

Just after seeing that Art visibly jumped as he unwittingly caught his
slimy cock in the fly of the equally slimy briefs, it was a close call and
ejaculation only narrowly avoided as he struggled to free it through the
hole in the pocket. The viewing choice was now between Alex's shorts and
the very obvious outline of Tom's straining boyhood, looking at either for
long would be sure to bring matters to a head.

"Yer right, it's getting hotter and hotter!" Alex could barely restrain
himself from giggling especially when he guessed that Art was trying to
rearrange his stiff cock.

"Phew... that's really hot."

Tom was watching Art from the corner of his eye. Raising his legs into much
the same position as Alex's ensured that Art was absolutely transfixed and
as ever when he was fully aroused, constantly on the verge of ejaculation.

Alex's pale blue briefs visible in the depths of the shorts were one thing,
but now not only was there Tom's bulge there were his white briefs to look
at as well. The legs of his shorts falling back just enough to reveal the
distinctive white elasticated hem of what were obviously some low slung
Y-fronts, probably as Art thought because they were a little too large.

Torn between the two and as enticing as Alex's shorts were, it was the lure
of Tom's bulge and rather oversize briefs that won the day. There was
something which particularly attracted Art to badly fitting or dirty
underpants, the briefs he had been wearing for the last couple of days
being a perfect example.

His eyes were flitting between the boys as they talked ostensibly about
Alex's bike, taking a deep breath he wondered if he dare try and take
another peek without being caught. Things were close to boiling point
inside his jeans, the slippery fingers that were actively stroking his cock
had all but taken things too far and he had only just managed to put off
ejaculation for a second time.

Even to Tom and Alex it was plain that with Art constantly shuffling about
it must mean he was really very excited and possibly not far off
ejaculation. Time for Tom to play his theatrical trump card, hoping Alex
would take the initiative and join in he managed to nudge him and began.

"Ooh.. bloody hell! Oohh!" cried Tom doing his best to look in pain and
grabbing at the bulging shorts.

"Wot's up?" asked Alex looking as concerned as he could without giggling.

"It's me.. oohhh!" writhing about on the grass Tom managed to keep the legs
of his shorts directly in Art's line of vision. "Oh shit!! I`ve caught me
willy in... in.. me pants or something.. ooh.. wot's happened... ooowww!"

"Fuck me!" Art muttered under his breath.

Now he was getting the perfect view of what exactly was hidden by the
shorts, some new Y-fronts that were a size too big! With all the moans and
groans that Tom was producing Art was sure they wouldn't notice his hand
going ever deeper into his pocket. Nor did they hear the faint ripping
sound when the slimy pocket lining gave up the struggle altogether. Once
inside he frantically felt for the way under the tired elastic and into the
soggy briefs to massage his aching cock, knowing that he was only seconds
off ejaculation.

"It's me willy!" exclaimed Tom pushing a hand down the front elasticated
waistband and vigorously manipulating his own erection. "Oooohhh... me
willy it's caught! Help me!"

"Yer, course I'll help!" said Alex excitedly leaning over and starting to
push his hand up the leg of the shorts!

"Help?" stuttered Art in a dream like voice, could he too now be able to
really put a hand inside Tom's shorts and feel that twelve year old cock
he'd fantasised about?

No, he couldn't! Sadly the moment Art had dreamed of, his moment was too
late since he had already begun to ejaculate over the inside of his
jeans. Uncontrollably jerking about he pushed his arm ever deeper into the
jeans until the fly was in danger of bursting from his violent
masturbation. Realising his chance to fondle Tom had gone for ever he
closed his eyes and began to curse himself under his breath for cumming too
early when he could have had a hand inside Tom's shorts. And, under those
divine circumstances as well!

Birds tweeted and the sun shone.

Breathing very heavily having dissolved into a sweating heap after the
tremendous emotional and physical efforts expended, Art lay on the
grass. Tom and Alex were also lying face down but still making a desperate
effort not to laugh, they had to wait till at least Art came round. After
what seemed like an age Alex could stand it no longer and having heard
groaning from Art he sat up and looked over. Poking Tom in the ribs, the
two of them stared at the enormous wet patch which now decorated the front
of Art's jeans.

"Art, you awake? " said Alex chocking back laughter and moving directly in
front of Art and opening his legs, "I got me blue pants on if that's wot
you were trying to look at!"

An eye slowly opened.

Tom burst out laughing and immediately raised his knees as well, "And I got
me big Y-fronts, they're the same as `is `cept 'is is blue with them white
bits!"

With Tom and Alex rolling around and laughing hysterically as their legs
opened closed Art shook himself awake, looked at them and went then
positively puce. They had played him at his own game and won, could he ever
live it down?.

"How.. how.. d'you know.. know I was.. I .." he finally stuttered knowing
he was now a shade of brilliant embarrassment red.

"Obvious innit? Yer, have a proper look and we'll tell you!" Tom grinned as
he slowly opened his legs to taunt him. Art stared, embarrassed or not he
was drinking in the sight of the white finely ribbed cotton and imagining
what lay behind.

"So is them pants new?" he croaked. Despite being caught out, even now he
was unable to resist asking and needing to satisfy his desires, it was all
he could think of.

"Sort of." replied Tom hesitantly.

"You ain't said nothing about to me about getting new ones." said Alex
craning his head to look up the shorts.

"Nah, `cause it's them ones that was a bit big innit," Tom blushed
momentarily, "So they's either shrunk in the wash or maybe I'm growing into
'em now."

"Oh them. Oh yeah. I remember them, they was huge." Alex smiled
reassuringly remembering the embarrassment Tom had gone through when he
first wore them and getting changed for gym when it felt like half the
class would have fitted in them as well.

"You all right?"

"I am now, yeah." Tom smiled and then added in a self depreciating way
whilst casting a look across Art. "They might even fit him!"

"They'd wot!"

As much as he was tempted to follow up on Tom's comment and the story of
the new briefs Art knew it was far more important to find out how they knew
of his secret world and who they might tell.

"How the fuck d'you know about me and yer shorts then?" he asked, his mouth
going dry. "You gotta be honest, `cause I gotta know."

"You won't get mad at nobody?" asked Alex, having Simon in mind. "Promise?"

"No," Art thought about it for a second, better to know the truth than
notl, "all right, I promise."

"Well it's partly Simon innit, had to be dinnit?"

Alex paused wondering if there was going to an reaction, Art flinched but
said nothing.

"He's told us you got a big thing about pants. He's seen you with other
kids stuff that you must have nicked. He knows yer always wankin in 'em,
whoever they'd belong to."

"Oh, shit." Art didn't appear mad, instead he seemed resigned to the fact
that at some stage Simon would be bound to find out and undoubtedly say
something. "Is there anything he don't know then?"

"Dunno." Tom shrugged his shoulders. "Wot else is there?"

"But, we all have something to hide if we're honest," said Alex, "ain't we
Tom?"

"Yer, that's right. We's always been looking at other kids pants
and... well, ever since we met, it wot sorta got us together." Tom looked
at Alex and blushed, "And so from wot Si's said about you, with him
watching you when you's watching us and all that, well it's obvious innit?"

"Wot?" Art looked lost.

"And actually," Alex grinned and sounded like a typical grammar school
product, "actually, it gives us a thrill to watch you playing with yerself
like when you're watching other kids!"

"Oh actually, is it!" Tom laughed.

"Oh fuck! You've noticed that as well?" Art anxiously interrupted before
Alex could reply. His heart rate had rapidly picked up. He was really
shocked, very shocked. His secret was definitely out.

"Is it, is it really that fuckin' obvious?"

"Yer, we've watched you watching them in the playground!" said Alex. "And
some of the others, well those in our little gang like."

"Wot, all of you..."

"Uumm, sort of... not all, " Alex didn't want to drop any more bombshells
since Art looked fraught enough as it was, "although..  well.. umm... I
mean, you know that little first year kid, Barry?"

"Barry?" Art was turning from red to white as the colour drained from his
face.

"Yer, well he's a big mate of Robbie and course he's Brian's little
brother," Alex could see Art was failing fast, "so we all heard about you
wanking him in his blue pants in the bog and all that."

"Oh no! Fuckin' hell!" Art looked ashen, he sighed and swallowed
hard. "Fuck... and wot about.. uumm wot about.."

"Wot?" although he didn't mean to, Alex sounded almost rather casual about
it all. Tom looked on feeling really sorry for Art, but it was all of his
own making.

"You ain't gonna say nothing is you? Is you?" Art looked wildly around in
panic. If news of this got around the school he had no idea what he would
do, let alone his parents. "Wot about.. well, Nige and them... do you
know... they.. uumm... oh fuck!"

"Yer, course we've guessed all that as well." interrupted Alex. "Fuckin'
obvious innit? Well with some of yer mates like Ian or Mart and that."

"Oh no... fuck, fuck, fuck !" hearing that Art looked as though he was
going to pass out or burst into tears. Or both. Whatever was he, or even
could he do?

"Hey, hey.." said Tom suddenly sitting up and reaching over to tap him on
the shoulder, "we all know, but we ain't saying nothing to nobody else, we
just said so. Wot's it fuckin' matter if we all likes playing and wanking
in our pants? We all does it, you does it, yer mates all do it, so fuckin'
wot?"

Art looked at the grass. The one thing that really concerned him the most
was his growing interest in younger boys, something which Tom hadn't
appeared to realise or address. Like Martin, he too had a guilt complex
about it, thinking it was wrong and yet here he was literally lusting and
masturbating over his younger brothers best friends whilst racked by pangs
of guilt.

"Bet you don't know what most of the kids in our year think of you." said
Alex smiling.

"The fuckin' wot! The second year kids! Wot! Well fuckin' wot?" interrupted
Art scared of whatever revelation could be coming next. "They fuckin' wot?"

"They think you're great!" Alex beamed.

"They fuckin' wot?" Art looked bewildered. "Why?"

"They really do, `cause you's always laughing and makes jokes about wanking
and that. Course they know Simon's yer brother and he's always saying you
might be a dirty bugger but you's the best brother he could ever have."

Art started to blink.

"And then, well.. so, well.. so.. because we'd said, that's Alex and me
like.. uumm, well see, we've always said.. said that you'd.." Tom's
disjointed logic trailed off, he looked at Alex now quite unsure if he
should have started to say anything in the first place.

"Said wot? I dunno wot yer fucking on about!" frantically interrupted Art,
looking between Tom and Alex. "You gotta fuckin' tell me now you started!"

"That, well that.." Tom looked at Alex and swallowed, "that, that if we'd
ever had a big brother we'd have liked him like you. Ain't that right?"

"Right." Alex nodded and blinked. "We was talking about it the other day
saying that Simon's a lucky bugger."

"Oh fucking assholes!" Art took a deep breath and blinked, his eyes started
to water. "Wot, like me? Yer big brother, oh fuck off! Me? No... yer
joking. No, no you don't want me, `cause I'm all fucked up!"

"No you ain't. You'd be a fuckin' luvly brother!" Alex knew he shouldn't
have said it because he meant it and it really sounded like it. He turned,
caught Tom's eye and closed his eyes.

"He's right. We do fuckin' mean it, you'd be fuckin' wonderful." Tom
blinked and tentatively reached out and put a hand on Art's knee.

"Oh fuckin', fuckin' hell!" Art clenched his fists and closed his eyes. "I
don't fuckin' need this!"

Despite his own escalating emotions Tom knew he had to continue, still
holding Art's knee he said. "Art, you gotta promise you won't say nothing
to Simon about any of this, will you? Please. You promise?"

"Fuck! Wot you doing to me? Oh fuck it! Right, all right I promise. I won't
say nothing, if you won't." it was definitely Art's turn to blink
now. "Promise you won't."

"Promise."

Alex looked at Tom and then put a hand on Art's other knee, he
smiled. "Good and now you can look up me shorts any time!"

Art had to rub both his eyes, this was not how he had envisaged the morning
turning out at all. He managed a weak smile, but continues to look at the
two boys and with the air thick with emotions and unspoken thoughts it soon
progressed to one of his special smiles.

"I `spose I'd better wear me shorts one day then, just for you two." he
finally managed to grin.

Both Tom and Alex wilted inside, so this was the smile. The emotional magic
that Simon had tried so unsuccessfully to describe. No wonder. They were
all close to tears.

"Uumm.." Tom tried to regain his composure, his voice croaked at first,
"but it's three innit? Don't forget Simon, he'll wanta look `cause he's a
filthy little bugger. We don't know where he gets it from, do we?"

"Not a fuckin' clue!" said Alex smiling through watery eyes.

"Nah, not a clue," added Tom, "but we loves him for it."

"Simon?" Art blinked. "So do I, the little wanker."

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Chap 85 to follow