Date: Wed, 20 Jun 2012 00:02:04 +0100 From: tom Subject: Brief Encounters Chap 97 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 *************************************************************************************************** >>>>>>>>>>> Now your attention please faithful readers as it's time to put in word for our sponsor. Or, in plain English I wouldn't be getting my epic published and you wouldn't be reading it if it were not for the Nifty Archive, so if you enjoy what you read then please, please consider making a donation to Nifty. It's very easy and painless, you just follow the donations link on the main page - I'm sure even our oversexed and luckess hero Art from the story would do it if he could - come to that, he'd do it anywhere! ###################################################################### Chapter 97 – Carrots and tomatoes "Fuckin' hell! Oh no!" exclaimed Joe. He swallowed hard and bent forwards staring, his eyes nearly popping out of his head. What he assumed to be a cock the size of an average anaconda appeared from above the soggy waistband of Graham's Y-fronts. The head looked to be half submerged in a bowl of precum, which was actually a partially retracted foreskin of truly magnificent proportions. As Graham tried to pull it into view the slimy goo oozed over the wrinkled edge and slithered down to the already soggy elastic. From the moment it was free of his clothing Graham started violently masturbating. Drips and dribbles of precum were flying in all directions, over his underpants, jeans and even the rock he was perched on. Joe was just spellbound, he mouth fell open as he watched silently in amazement. "I'm cumming... aahhhhh... oohhh...fucckkk..." moaned Graham after less than thirty seconds of intense activity. Unable to believe anybody could produce so much cum so quickly Joe swallowed harder still and continued to stare, finally croaking as Graham began to shake and shudder, "How.. how.. big is that?" "Oooohhh... fuck... aaawwhhhhh... seven fuckin' luvly inches!" breathed Graham, somewhat flushed by his efforts. Hot spunk was splattered everywhere and over everything, including Joe's shorts and legs. They sat there in silence, Graham with eyes closed breathing very heavily, his hand coated in spunk still wrapped tightly around his magnificent twitching shaft. Joe just sat there mesmerised by the sight of it gently squeezing his own small appendage through his shorts and hoping his action wasn't noticed as Graham would have been sure to ask him to join and cum himself. "Bloody hell! I fuckin' enjoyed that!" said Graham suddenly sitting upright and looking at Joe. "You didn't wanna wank then?" "Sort of, but I couldn't cum that quick.. and..." Joe looked at the numerous blobs of cum over the ground and rubbed at some spots on his bare leg wondering what else to say, "and, and I'm afraid of being caught by mum or dad." "Hey, I got it, I think I understand, oh I'm sorry." Graham smiled. "Sorry, why?" "Well uumm, y'know when yer my age with a big cock you don't mind showing it off," Graham paused and purposely looked Joe in the face, "but it don't quite work the other way round do it?" "Uumm.. yeah, you've got it." Joe blushed and then smiled. "Yeah, sorry I don't mean to embarrass you or nothing." "See... Graham," said Joe quietly and amazing himself at his honesty, "mine ain't very big at all." "Oh, don't worry," Graham smiled warmly as though his did mean it. "See, mine's so big, I don't mind getting it and showing anybody, it's the biggest in me class!" "It's OK." said Joe looking at the ground and blushing yet again. "Don't think mine will ever be that big, even when I'm sixteen." "Might not be, but I'm sure it'll be fine for you." Graham continued to smile. "You're nice." Joe caught his eye, blushed then looked away. "Hey, so are you." Graham was very touched. "And I'm sorry if I got carried away, maybe I shouldn't have wanked, wot with you being younger and all that, but that girl really did it for me!" "I've loved it." Joe grinned. "Maybe if we meet again we could, well.. I might.. I dunno.." "I think we will, if our dad's get on. But now I'd better get this bloody mess sorted out!" Graham looked down at his now drooping and very slimy organ before simply stuffing it back inside his equally slimy briefs and refastened his jeans over the top. "Ain't you gonna wipe it or nothing?" asked Joe in surprise. "No point, that's me fourth one today and I'm gonna do it later on!" Graham grinned, "I told you, I can't leave it alone." Time to ask a pertinent question. "So how, how many times a day d'you do it then?" "At least three I `spose, but a lot more at the minute thinking about that tight little fanny of her's," he grinned, "and you, you wanks how many times a day?" "I wish I didn't keep going red!" Joe giggled looking embarrassed as ever. "When I wakes up and when I goes to bed. And at weekends if I can find somewhere to do it!" "Bet that's when you comes down yer then?" Graham was intrigued at Joe's sex life. "Yeah." Joe blushed, lately he felt he was forever blushing. He lent over and whispered, "I can tell you.. after Sunday lunch when they's sitting down I'll come down yer and do it in me pants!" "Sounds about right, sorts thing I used to do." he winked. "Now come on I'm gonna have that fag. I really bloody need it now." With that Graham started trawling through his pockets eventually producing a rather spunk stained packet of ten Senior Service containing six cigarettes followed by a half empty box of matches. "Don't yer dad mind you smoking?" asked Joe, still rather confused the whirlwind effect of the afternoons events. First tales of fucking a girl, then the non-stop wanking of the biggest cock imaginable and now smoking. He couldn't wait to tell David what an afternoon he'd had! Was this what growing up and being sixteen was really like, even if it did involve girls? "He ain't me dad!" replied Graham. "He knows I smokes, but he ain't that happy about it. I been doing it secretly since I was fourteen, but see it's legal at sixteen innit?" "Wot? Not yer dad?" said Joe. "Oh, I see wot you mean, course smoking's alright at sixteen innit." "Nah, see he's me step dad, see mum divorced when I was about five." "Oh, uumm.." Joe wasn't entirely sure what to say, he didn't know anybody else with a step father. "It's alright, you don't have to say nothing, nothing to say is there really? I don't think they got on, that's all really." "Oh." Graham smiled then took another drag on the cigarette, slowly exhaling and spitting out a bit of tobacco, "we get's on all right Adrian and me, he's a really nice bloke and I know he likes your dad." Joe looked at him quizzically. A strange combination of brash teenager with a very soft centre, a definite exhibitionist with a delightfully and incredibly large cock. "So can I try a fag then?" "You sure?" Graham looked at his watch, "look we've had nearly an hour and they gotta be finished soon. You sure? You done it before?" "Yeah be alright." said Joe firmly, if not rather arbitrarily to the second question. Now he was determined that even if he was to shy to masturbate in front of Graham he was at least going to show him he wasn't afraid to try smoking. "Well I dunno... you sure really? These ain't no Woodies mind." "Yeah, I'm sure, please," Joe smiled and held out his hand, totally ignorant of what Woodies were, let alone the difference in both size and potency between Woodbines and Senior Service, "please, let me try it." "Why don't you just wanna have a puff on this one then, see if you likes it." he offered the cigarette to Joe. "Nah, I really wanted me own," he looked at Graham, "please." "I hope you don't get ill then," reaching in the crumpled packet and drew out a somewhat banana shaped offering, "you sure you wanna do this. Ah, I `spect you'll be alright." "Yeah, I've been think about doing it for ages." Joe was lying through his teeth, having no more thought about smoking than finding a girlfriend. He took the cigarette and dangled if from the corner of his mouth as generally advocated in all the best gangster movies. "You gonna light is as well or just suck it?" Graham laughed. "Course I is. Got yer matches?" Joe spat out a bit of tobacco and wondered what he was getting into and why bother to lie about ever wanting to smoke in the first place! Still, it couldn't be that bad as thousands of people smoked. "Hang on I've lost `em." said Graham standing up to look around by his rocky seat only to find them on the grass, opening the box he sat down again opposite Joe. Deep inside Joe was having second thoughts, quickly followed third thoughts and by the time Graham struck the match it was definitely fourth thoughts! Never having ever wanted to try before he didn't have a clue what smoking was all about or how anybody even got any enjoyment from it. Drawing and simply puffing the smoke out of his mouth he though he was doing rather well and had mastered it, that was until Graham suggested he try to blow it down his nose as well as out through his mouth. Even though he wasn't inhaling, it wasn't long before the strange the taste and the nicotine began to get around his bloodstream. The fact that he had saturated the untipped end of the cigarette really didn't enhance the situation as the small bits of wet tobacco tasted quite disgusting. Coughing now and again he began to feel rather strange, but nevertheless was determined to show Graham he could finish the cigarette. "See if you can inhale properly a bit." suggested Graham quite innocently thinking that Joe looked as though he were actually enjoying the experience. "Wot?" Desperately trying not to show his true feelings he spat out another few bits of tobacco as the soggy butt was now rapidly disintegrating between his lips. "Well sorta breath in a little bit when you got smoke in yer mouth." "Right, I'll try." he said rather unenthusiastically looking at the cigarette, with still half of it left to smoke. Joe was determined he wouldn't lose face and would finish the entire cigarette having pressed for it, despite the horrible taste of wet tobacco. A few half hearted puffs later along in accord with several more bits of soggy tobacco being spat out, he managed to inhale a few small amounts and began to cough. "I think you got it now." said Graham encouragingly, "go on, have a couple of gert puffs and you'll start to feel wot it's all about." Forcing himself, it was actually about four good puffs later and Joe was indeed starting to feel what it was all about! His head reeling, he was beginning to he feel distinctly unwell. There was revolting taste in his mouth accompanied by numerous small bits of tobacco that he couldn't seem to spit out. Leaning back against the shed he closed his eyes convinced that he was floating or his head was spinning on his shoulders. Or both. Every time he opened his eyes the world appeared to be swirling around making him feel giddy. "Graham.. I don't.. feel.. I don't.. like.. I'm gonna.. to.. mum.. oh.. I want mum.." Reaching out, the squelchy stub of the cigarette falling from between his fingers, he hoped to find support be it moral or preferably physical to prevent him falling over. "I'm here darling, what is it?" called out Suzy on hearing the plaintive voice. In the moments from first seeing the shadows to realising adults were approaching from the far side of the garden there was virtually no warning. Graham who on hearing Suzy's voice really did think his heart missed a few beats, such was the feeling of panic he even dropped his own cigarette onto the front of his jeans. Their backs to the sun the four silhouettes peered down and gasped as Graham squinted upwards whilst scrabbling around in the folds of his jeans trying to recover up the smouldering cigarette. There was no option other than admit he had been caught. "Oh Graham! No!" the normally placid Adrian looked down in utter disbelief, his voice rising to a crescendo. "Oh no... you haven't! Not with... you little..." "Oh my god, Joe's had a cigarette!" exclaimed Suzy in sheer panic looking at Joe, now leaning against the shed and slowing beginning to retch. The delightful shade of his lime green pallor clashing violently with the darker green of the shed. "It's alright love, he'll be OK." Jeff smiled and put his arm around her shoulder, having immediately recognised the situation and remembered he too was a boy once. "I think most boys have done it. Even me, just the once!" "But my baby!" Suzy moved closer to see. "I'm gonna... oh... no.." moaned Joe sitting up "oh... mum.." "Sorry dad." Graham looked up apologetically, "I thought he wanted to.." "You and those damn cigarettes!" hissed Sheila. "Now look what you've done!" "Oh my poor baby!" cooed Suzy again bending over to take a closer look. "Oohhhhh...aaaaagghhhhh...ppphhoooaooorrrrrrr... uuuuuuuggghhhhhhhh... bbbbblllllleeeeeeeettttttcccchhhhhllllllleeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyy..." "Ffuuuu... no nnnnnooooo no!" cried Graham helplessly as Joe's lunch travelled through the atmosphere at the speed of vomit to land right in the middle of his chest. The audience were transfixed and watched attentively as it began to slowly slide down to his jeans. The ubiquitous carrots and tomatoes which Joe hadn't actually eaten, but always magically appeared in such cases of pressurised vomitus left a glistening trail of slime as they slid down Graham's shirt. For the first time in forty eighth hours since losing his virginity Graham's erection finally began to wilt. "Didn't know he'd go like this did I dad?" mumbled Graham looking up genuinely shocked at the reaction of just one cigarette. Adrian didn't answer, Jeff had dragged him away in an attempt to contain their laughter leaving Suzy and Sheila to continue the cooing over poor Joe. "Mum, wot am I gonna do?" asked Graham looking down at the revolting state of his clothes. "I smells!" "Not such a big boy now, are you?" snapped Sheila, clearly more than just a little upset that her son had let them down so publicly. "Well, you certainly don't want all that revolting mess in your nice car, do you?" Suzy gleefully twisted the knife, having seen what Graham had done to her darling boy. "No I don't. Stupid boy!" thundered Sheila ending with the time honoured phrase. "You just wait till I get you home!" Still smiling, Adrian was trying not to get involved whilst Jeff was running his school boy Shakespeare though his mind trying think of the quote that related to hell and a woman's fury! "Poor Joe." cooed Suzy yet again. Sheila was staring down at Graham as though she could murder him. "You are giving up smoking right now young man! You wait till I get you home!" "Well he can't go home like that. If he takes his shirt and jeans off he can go home in his pants with a towel round him and then I'll wash them for you!" volunteered Suzy without giving Graham any option whatsoever. "Wot! No! NO! Mum.. no, you can't!" "I can! And you will!" Graham was feeling more than a little embarrassed, he was petrified! Worse, as yet it hadn't even occurred to him that his deliciously cummy underpants were more than a trifle unsanitary if exposed for all to see! "I think that'll teach you Graham!" added Adrian desperately trying to keep a straight face. "Maybe now you'll give up that filthy habit!" "There's no maybe about it young man!" roared Sheila, now in full flow. "You get inside and you get those clothes off right now like Mrs Dorsey has suggested!" "No mum! Please, no!" wailed Graham his red face beautifully toning with the colour of the faux tomatoes adorning his clothes. "What do you suggest then?" asked Sheila very curtly. "You're not coming in the car like that, are you? Are you going to run behind in your underwear!" "You come upstairs and lie down darling." whispered Suzy to Joe as she hauled him up to lean on a pair of very wobbly legs against the shed. "Mum... I don't feel well.." Joe was feeling all at sea and looking very groggy, certainly not his usual buoyant self. The unmistakable taste of the Senior Service still floating around in his mouth. "Come on and I'll get you into bed." "Oh... please.. yes.." he mumbled as he was led shakily away, not realising that Suzy intended to undress him as well! "Actually Sheila," said Jeff looking down at the hapless Graham and thinking that by now he had probably received his fair share of comeuppance "I think there's an old dressing gown he could borrow." Graham sighed and closed his eyes in relief. Roger smiled. "You know don't you for sure, but you've guessed." said Martin quietly. "Have you?" "No, I don't know for sure, but if you were to ask me to take a guess, then probably." "Oh shit!" Martin screwed his eyes and clenched his fists. "Is it that obvious?" "Well no, not really but, remember I was a boy once!" Roger's arm descended around his shoulders. "And, to be honest I got myself a bit mixed up once, could it be the same sort of thing?" "Maybe. See, with no dad I ain't had nobody other than me mates I can talk to about anything have I?" Martin didn't reject the arm, he paused and thought for a few moments. "Mum's luvly but, but she don't know about some things, well she can't can she?" "No, not if it's what I think it might be about. Martin, are you really happy talking to me, you have to be honest or it might be just embarrassing for both of us." "Yes, yes." he replied instantly. Looking up he made eye contact and blinked. "I've been feeling lost and wot... wot, with no dad, I was really pleased when mum suggested that you might wanna talk with me." "I can imagine that, so you've got me if you want." Roger smiled. "D'you want to carry on then, talking for bit. It's up to you." "Can we? Really, now?" sounding as though his voice might crack Martin looked away being well aware he could burst into tears. To discover he now had that somebody who could take the place of the missing father figure was quite a shock. "Of course, now d'you want me to say what I think it might be about?" "Yeah." Martin bit his lip knowing what was coming. "You've guessed, I know it." "Well, if I have it's not going to make it any easier for me either." Roger paused, "But, I'd say that you were probably very confused about your sexuality." Martin didn't say anything, he appeared to hang his head in shame and nod slowly. "It's alright, I think most boys go through something like it at some stage, some maybe more than others." "Please, please, you won't tell mum will you?" muttered Martin. "She won't understand." "I'm not telling anybody anything, I've told you that." Roger squeezed his arm, "Hey, Martin, look at me." Upset at his unspoken confession Martin raised his head, he looked at Roger and blinked several times quite obviously trying extremely hard to keep control of his emotions. "D'you think I'm queer?" he finally blurted out. "Probably no more than when I was you age!" Roger shrugged his shoulders, "Martin, I did some things with other boys, it happens. Lot's of boys do." "Wot you?" Expecting Roger to be shocked at the revelation Martin sounded very surprised at the unphased response. "Yes me," Roger blushed, "mutual masturbation with my best friend Tim, we started when we were about fourteen. There, does that help? And, I'll tell you what else would really help you and that's not to use that horrible word, queer." "You?" Martin almost smiled in relief, maybe he wasn't alone. "No! You didn't?" "Yes, me! And we enjoyed it! There, does it help to know that?" Roger grinned. "We used to joke that we'd do it anyway so why not together!" "You did!" now Martin really smiled. "Yes. Tim and I, well talked about it as much as we could understand ourselves and we, uumm.." he paused to phrase it, "well, as we liked and trusted each other it just seemed an extension of our friendship." "Bloody hell!" Martin took a deep breath, "But I, I.. I call myself queer because it makes me think that's wot I think I am. And, I feel all guilty so, so I think if I feel guilty then I probably am." "But what are you guilty of? Isn't that the real question?" Roger felt in his pocket for his cigarettes. "Well, doing things with boys?" replied Martin looking at the grass. "I feel guilty, because I enjoy it and I shouldn't be enjoying it `cause it's all wrong." "Ah, the guilt." now it was time to find the matches. "But Martin, lots of boys masturbate together every so often, it just happens at your sort of age doesn't it?" "Yeah, but..." But what?" Roger struck the match and inhaled deeply. "I'll bet all of you class have done it with somebody at some stage." "But, but I ain't just talking of having a wank... sorry, masturbating, I does other things." Martin stopped and looked up through the cloud of blue smoke hoping to resume eye contact for the act of confession. "Go on, you've started telling me that's the hard part," said Roger holding his eye, "you say whatever you want, it goes no further and I'll do whatever it takes to help. I promise." "Oh god!" blinking, Martin rubbed his eyes, "It's not just wanking, I do bums and things and, and.. but.. I like doing it and.. and.." "And?" Roger drew on his cigarette. "If there's more, let's have it all." Martin was almost in tears, "Then there's Tom and Alex." "Who are?" "They're second year's.. we all likes each other.. and does.." he stopped and looked at Roger, tears ran down his face. "I told you I was queer and.. they're younger boys... and, I dunno wot to do." "I see, but d'you think other than shall I say, uumm the mechanics of it," Roger took another puff, "do you think you, uumm.. how can I put it?" "Think wot?" asked Martin expectantly. "Say anything I don't care, you knows now." "I mean, other than the actual sex do you, do you feel anything for these boys?" "Oh yeah, that's it innit?" replied Martin, throwing caution to the wind, he wiped his eyes. "Tom and Alex treat me like a big brother and we do wot brothers might do and then there's Ian.." "Ian? Who's that?" "Ian, he's in me class and we," Martin stopped and closed his eyes, "we really likes each other, very much. Very much. we kiss and, and.." "Girls, d'you ever think of them?" asked Roger as Martin paused. "No. Never." Martin looked quite startled at the very suggestion. "No, they scares me. I don't understand 'em." Somebody else who didn't understand anything the female sex was Alex. Not only didn't he even begin to understand them, but he couldn't care less about them particularly as there were far more exciting boy orientated things afoot! The second year grapevine had been working extremely well, powered by Simon, Tom and Brian who had been cycling around to inform their friends living nearest that the meeting in the shed was definitely on for the following afternoon. Excited at hearing the news from Tom, after tea Alex had abandoned the Saturday evening television and decamped to his bedroom. Carefully placing his school bag in the traditional manner behind the bedroom door to deter any uninvited visitors he had performed a striptease watching himself in the mirror. Parading around in his underpants whilst conjuring up images of what was to happen the following day and slowly masturbating he was struck by an idea based on something which had happened very recently. Knowing that like the previous gathering in the woods, where the dress code was white gym shorts with underpants beneath he had decided that what better way to while away the evening than to slightly modify the clothes he was going to wear to the shed. So, wearing only the Woolworths underpants which he had been lent earlier by Simon's mother, he went to the back of the wardrobe and retrieved his old white, semen stained gym shorts and started trying rather unsuccessfully to unpick part of the rear seam with a blunt pair of nail scissors. Even when he was younger he had found that to be undressed by his parents was something of a thrill, so the thought of being forceably stripped by his friends really turned him on. His plan was simply that without too much manhandling his shorts would conveniently fall apart leaving him in his dirty stained underpants to the mercy of numerous young hands that were clawing at him. Unfortunately the level of expectation far exceeded his will power, meaning his cock was soon poking lewdly out of the fly of the briefs. Something had to be done to relieve the pressure and Simon's underpants would prove to be just the very thing! Pulling his blue dressing gown from the hook behind the bedroom door and rubbing his cock as he put it on, he cracked the door open and listened carefully to establish that his parents were still downstairs and watching the television. Then, creeping across the landing he went in the bathroom. Locking the door he excitedly threw the dressing gown to the floor and turned to the mirrored bathroom cabinet knowing that by carefully positioning the hinged mirror doors he could see himself in the bath. The mirrors aligned, he turned on the bath taps to put barely a couple of inches of warm water into the bath before getting in and remaining standing up. Watching himself in the mirrors he noticed that if nothing else, Simon's Woolworths briefs felt softer than Y-fronts and were made from a really bright white cotton. One hand slowly went down the rear to begin fingering his bumhole as he watched the front was straining from his erection and being constantly groped through the fly by his free hand. It was an exquisite feeling allowing the urine to slowly escape his full bladder, he watched in the mirror as the yellow patch grew bigger until it almost covered the fly front. The hand he was masturbating with was dripping in pee. Pee was dripping from the saturated briefs between his legs and then running down to his feet, the feeling of the liquid running down his legs added to the excitement. His bladder now almost empty, the briefs wet with piss and two fingers rammed up his bumhole he lowered himself into the bath. Splashing himself with the mixture of warm water and piss he lay flat in the bath whilst retaining the fingers up his bum and managed to just about get his legs jammed up on sides of the bath. Part of him was almost shouting that he must be quite degenerate to be doing such a thing, whereas his other self was revelling in the fact he was bathing in his own urine. There was no contest really. The continuing anal stimulation had ensured his submerged bum was well lubricated and would keep his rampant cock on the verge of ejaculation. Grabbing at his mother's prize bar of Lux soap from the soap tray he stuffed it inside his briefs alongside his cock and began to masturbate by rubbing both cock and soap from the outside through the piss stained cotton. With a huge groan he came after barely a dozen strokes, spurting his dribbles of watery semen into the soapy mess that already filled inside of his briefs. As his sphincter gripping his fingers, it was with some effort he managed to insert the elusive soapy third finger which triggered a final uncontrollable spasm. Splashing around as he masturbated his cock jerked about and went through the motions, but could produce no more, being what might be termed bone dry! Exhausted by his efforts he came round to find himself lying in an almost cold bath of watery piss surrounded by soapy bubbles and little floating blobs of cum. Alex was really savouring the situation and knowing he couldn't get much lower on the depravity scale squeezed his legs together to force himself to empty the remainder of his bladder. Hot, steaming yellow urine started to again filter through the once pristine white cotton of Simon's briefs to energise the soapy water. Watching it for a few seconds he reached down and began rubbing it all over himself to join the existing mix of soap and spunk. There was certainly no shortage of slippery lubricant inside the revolting underpants as he soon discovered with his cock slithering around in the hope of being yet again abused. However much he had enjoyed himself there was a nagging doubt in the back of his mind. Dare he tell Tom what he had been doing and just how much it had aroused him or was the entire episode really to gross to admit too? #################################################################### Chap 98 to follow