Date: Wed, 5 Feb 2020 18:39:59 +0000
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Bog Off chapter 34

Bog off!

Authors note: All the usual caveats and dire warnings apply so you read
this at your peril. Naturally, no representation of any person, animal,
vegetable or mineral is intended, yet should you recognise yourself at some
point in the story in conjunction with any of the aforementioned just think
yourself very, very lucky to be included!

As ever all comments, ideas, suggestions, good bad or indifferent always
welcome and my apologies in advance for any typo's you may spot.

Tom
email: amias09@fastmail.fm

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>>>>> Health Warning: I feel obliged to point out that under no
circumstances can this story be described as subtle, it is written very
much tongue in cheek and relies on humour, if not decidedly black humour
for it to deliver - so beware, some situations and characters will
undoubtedly appear quite gross!

Ergo, should you desire something of a far more erudite and sophisticated
nature, I can but recommend my highly acclaimed "Brief Encounters" and "The
Lab Technician" series.
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Chapter 34 -- The Law of Unintended Consequences


It went without saying that the afternoon promised to be as equally
rewarding for some, except possibly for Luke, although very probably for
Connor.

The first lesson of the afternoon was geography and Mr Oliver knowing the
class were not interested in what he was doing, just as he were not
interested in what they were doing, had determined a different plan of
attack. Simply, that after the slug orientated debacle, as long as he could
maintain order that would have to suffice. Teaching per se was not a
realistic option however enthusiastic he may be.

Reminiscent of a scene after a great battle, the limp body of Luke had been
dragged unceremonially from the dining hall to the geography lesson
supported either side by Joel and Dave. Unfortunately, quite unlike the
heroic scene from said great battle Luke's fly was wide open and offered
the discerning voyeur alternate flashes of some soggy, sagging white briefs
or shrunken cock. It has to be said that neither Joel nor Dave were feeling
particularly energetic after their strenuous bouts of ejaculation and
having taken a last look in the open fly had simply dumped Luke behind a
desk. Dave who was due to sit next to him anyway had placed the glasses
crookedly back in position on his nose, not that Luke could see anything
anyway for the lenses were completely fogged with spunky finger prints.

Kelvin who was used to such mammoth bouts of self-abuse had fared better,
so with minimal help from Bogbrush was propped up at his desk, a hand
already through his pocketless pocket trying to rearrange his sore,
half-hard cock in the spunky mess below.

"That were fucking good with Luke, I wants to cum again now!" he whispered
to Bogbrush knowing he was about to become erect yet again, "d'yer wanna
wank I off now or wait till the next lesson?"

"Don't yer ever fucking give up!" Bogbrush sighed. "Look, I's just cum
twice, we's gotta give it a rest till next lesson or our willy's will
fucking drop off or something!"

"Oh, I's `spose so." Kelvin reluctantly stopped rubbing and instead pushed
a grubby comforting finger inside his foreskin hoping to collect a few
tasty morsels of some revolting description.

"And," continued Bogbrush, "yer wanna start thinking about wot yer gonna
tell yer mum when she sees yer's all covered in cum!"

"Wot?" he sucked his finger.

"Well look at yer blazer, yer's just shot a bleeding gert load all over
yerself now."

"Oh fuck!" he had looked. "She'll go fucking mental!"

"Get away!"

"Ah. Bollocks to it!" he continued to suck his finger as he contemplated
life.

The fact was they had all ejaculated at least twice and Luke was now paying
a heavy price for having managed it almost four times in a very short
period of time.  Despite all of that, Dave was having trouble controlling
himself for the temptation of Luke's open fly only inches away from where
he was sat was proving hard to resist.

"I's just gonna check yer willy `cause it's been rubbed at lot today!"
whispered Dave on finally giving in to temptation and unable to find a
better excuse to investigate.

"Yer wot?" mumbled Luke. Not understanding what Dave was talking about and
exhausted after the exceedingly heavy masturbation schedule of the last
twenty four hours all he really wanted was to go to sleep.

Not having a pocketless pocket Dave had a hand through his fly and was
dabbing the spunky cotton of his briefs around his cock hoping it would
ease the soreness. Besides it would also provide some much needed lubricant
if he were to attempt a third orgasm should his foray into Luke's fly prove
to be super erotic.

"Oh shit!" gasped an excited Dave.

The thrill of starting to masturbate in class whilst his other hand slowly
wormed it's way inside the slimy confines of Luke's trousers was becoming a
very, very real and extremely exciting prospect. All the more so since once
inside the spunky briefs and groping around there was no apparent trace of
Luke's usual erection, it having been so badly abused had decided to
retreat to recuperate.

"Ooh.. wot!" replied Luke feeling a strange hand.

"Oh shit!" reiterated an even more excited Dave. Further excited because he
had now located the much shrivelled member and found the prospect of
coaxing it to grow from an inch long to it's full almost five inches as
arousing as masturbating.

Across the aisle from Dave and Luke, having decided that being near the
front of the class was not for them, Shirley and Debbie had moved back and
were as ever engaged in what they did best. With fingers forever deep
inside her moist Guptha's International pink panties Shirley was looking
around hoping, as was usual to find some boy playing with himself that she
could watch whilst she stroked herself.

"Look at him," she nudged Debbie, "I's thinks fat Dave's wanking, d'yer see
his white pants through the fly?"

"Ooh... yeah.. I's thinks I's can," Debbie strained to look across. "he
won't hava big `un... nah, he won't will he?"

"Don't know, be small wunnit, they fat kids always has small ones don't
em?"

"Hey quick, Shirl look," hissed Debbie ignoring the not so gripping subject
of why torrential rainfall in Derbyshire was always wet and so allowing Mr
Oliver to lecture on his own, "don't it look like Dave's trying to wank off
Luke while he wanks himself like... do looks like he's gotta hand in Luke
don't it! Ooh fuck... reckon they's must be a gert pair of queers!"

"Why can yer see his cock then?"

"Nah not quite, but I reckons they's doing something," under her mini, mini
skirt Debbie's purple painted fingernails edged deeper into the ever
moistening mound, "they's won't have got big `un's would 'em?"

For indeed they didn't. Well, Dave certainly didn't even if Luke's boyhood
just verged on average. However at that particular moment with considerable
help from Dave's grubby, nail bitten fingers Luke's appendage had doubled
in size to two inches with the very real possibility of more, that was if
it could be persuaded. To that end Dave was trying all he could think of by
way of arousal, his latest idea being to push his finger up inside the
foreskin and wiggle it about inside the gloriously slimy interior.

"Hhhmmm... ooohh" moaned Luke shuffling on his chair... "aaahh yeah!"

It seemed that Dave might have actually hit the spot and that Luke was
returning to the real world. Shirley also noted the apparent sound of
appreciation and peered across the aisle, but could still see nothing other
than Dave's arm disappearing under the desk and possibly in Luke's
direction. What she did see though was that she had inadvertently caught
Dave's eye, he immediately flushed and responded in the time honoured
tradition by giving her the two fingered salute.

"That fucker Dave just gave I's the fucking V-sign!" she said to
Debbie. "Little git! Well fuck that!"

Debbie instantly turned and offered in exchange the thumb and index finger
response. Knowing he looked more than embarrassed at having been caught he
was close to panic, the damning evidence of one hand inside Luke's trousers
and the other inside his own fly couldn't be more conclusive. The first
step was to escape from Luke's foreskin although what to do with the finger
that now positively dripped with the semen and had been maturing
therein. The answer was that it tasted absolutely delicious even if there
were a few cheesy bits to contend with, however almost lost on a cloud of
seminal gastronomic delight he was soon to be returned to earth with bang
for he sensed two pairs of eyes were now staring at him.

"D'yer think that fingers been up Luke's bum?" asked Shirley excitedly, her
hand now pressing very firmly on the squelchy mound. "That's wot queers
does innit?"

"Well they does I's thinks, but so does us don't us!" Debbie giggled and
continued without a trace of embarrassment. There were no secrets between
them, anal or otherwise,. "I's did other night with a candle up me bum and
two fingers in me fanny!"

"Yer wanna try it with yer candle and that gert pink hairbrush of yer's up
yer fanny!"

As the conversation and rude hand signals deepened, as did the girls
fingers, it was somewhere around this time that Dave made his big
mistake. For, having always avoided girls of the opposite sex he was
totally unaware of just how volatile some hormonal young ladies could
be. Unfortunately he caught Shirley's eye yet again and this time he
overreacted, for instead of simply letting the matter slide, he responded
to her thumb and index finger gesticulation by mouthing the immortal words.

"Fuck off yer fucking old slag!"

It may have been the truth, whatever it struck was not so much a chord as
the entire chromatic scale.

"He called I's a fucking slag!" relayed a shocked Shirley to Debbie.

"Yer fucking wanker!" immediately responded Debbie with appropriate hand
signals.

"I ain't being called no slag! I'll fucking have him!" announced Shirley,
she looked wildly round. "Sir... Sir..."

"Oh... Shirley.." Mr Oliver sighed, what disaster had befallen her now,
"what is it?"

"Sir, Sir.." Shirley was about to become a thespianette and give a true
master-class in hamming it up, she continued in a tremulous
voice. "Sir.. I's frightened Sir.. that fat Dave he's wanking and I's
afraid he's gonna squirt over I!"

Unusually, a definite hush fell over the classroom, it was after all an
unprecedented announcement. Practically speaking, at that precise moment
for Dave to squirt anything further than the length of his cock after his
current ejaculatory efforts was sheer wishful thinking.

"What?" Mr Oliver looked at her in disbelief. "Say that again."

"Her's only frightened `that her ain't gonna get it up her!" said a mystery
voice.

"Take's a bleeding gert donkey to make her happy!" added a second mystery
voice, the inflection being that first-hand carnal knowledge could well be
evident.

Even for Mr Oliver it was hard not to smile, the mystery voice had sent the
class into hysterics and also defused the situation to be followed the much
to everyone's relief by the bell signalling the end of the afternoon's
lessons ringing and allowing the aggregation of oversexed adolescents to
noisily escape and head home, doubtless for more pleasures of the flesh.

For Farty though there was to be no escape, not that at that precise moment
he wanted to escape anyway.

"Come on Fart's, follow us home we's got things to do." Connor had been
looking forward to the sound of the bell all day and immediately seized
both the moment and Farty once they were outside of the classroom.

With an erection threatening to burst from his trousers, his Guptha's
International underpants awash with semen from that very last lesson,
Connor grabbed hold of Farty's blazer sleeve and pulled him along behind.

"Don't rip me bleeding coat, there ain't much of it as there is!" Farty was
already erect and excited, but sadly unable to compete with Connor's penile
magnificence.

"Yer is wearing yer vest and that ain't yer?" asked Connor glancing back as
the school rapidly disappeared in the distance behind them.

"Course I's is." gasped Farty, his fat little legs had not been so active
in a long while. "Does us have to go so bleeding fast?"

"Has yer been all hard thinking about this?" Connor was neither letting go
nor slowing down. "I's has... and I's spunked off in the last lesson
thinking of yer!"

"Yer wot?" deep in the rolls of fat Farty's sticky organ twitched. Flattery
indeed. "Yer wanked off thinking of I?"

"Yeah!" replied Connor very enthusiastically. "When us gets home, first I's
gonna undress yer and then I's got a gert special treat for yer!"

"Wot's that?" wheezed Farty, proving he was quite unfit and out of breath.

"Wait and see, we's nearly there now."

Farty looked around very relieved to hear the forced march couldn't last
much longer, he thought all the houses on the estate looked very familiar
as indeed they were, being all identical! The only difference was that some
occupants took care of their property whilst others didn't and as Farty was
to soon find out, his family fell into the former category and Connor's
into the latter.

"Yer we is."

Connor had stopped outside a decidedly unkempt property replete with a
collection of broken bricks and rubble on what passed for the front lawn
garden, an old fridge was discreetly placed in the weed infested flower
bed.

"We's home." announced Connor proudly, although by now quite unable to stop
himself energetically rubbing himself through his pocket. He finally
relaxed his grip on Farty's sleeve and turned to kick the sagging garden
gate open. "Well come on then."

"Oh.." even by Farty's low standards of council estate life the house
looked a total tip and they hadn't even gone inside yet, he looked in
amazement at the large pile of rubble on the lawn. "Wot's they gert bricks
and that for then?"

With severe seepage from his cock Connor wasn't particularly interested,
Farty had to be undressed sooner than later. "`spect our dad's building a
fucking rockery like!"

"Be a gert big `un then wunnit?"

"Wot's mean, he's gotta a gert big `un? Yeah he fucking has. I's seen it,
it's gert, gert bigger than mine!"

"Oh.. wot?" Farty was partially lost, yet fascinated. "Wot! How d'yer
knows?"

"Well he wanks don't he, if our mum don't wanna know on Sunday mornings!"
said Connor, candour was neither to be seen nor heard. "He's do it in the
bog don't he, I's knows `cause I's spied on him!"

"How big?" asked Farty with ever enlarging pupils.

"This big." Connor put his hands apart to indicate something at least two
feet long.

"Cor... bugger that big!"

"Now come upstairs, our mum ain't back till six so's we's got gert loads of
time."

Standing by the open front door with one hand now down the front of his
trousers Connor didn't so much usher Farty in as drag him inside, an
interchange of strong, stale tobacco and takeaway food wafted out into the
atmosphere around them.

"I's gotta get back by five-ish." mumbled Farty have already decided that
Connor's house was not the place to be, the front door slammed behind
him. "Oh dark innit?"

"Oohh... fuck!" cooed Connor. "I's been wanting to get me hands on yer all
day!"

Farty was worried, what had he let himself in for?

He was about to find out as in the gloom from behind he suddenly found that
Connor's hand sticky with semen was pushing between his ample thighs to
cradle his hairless bits. Before he had a chance to say anything, let alone
object, Connor's other hand had started to unfasten his trousers.

"Wot.. wot.. yer doing!" he squeaked in panic. Embarrassingly, he then
lived up to his nickname as his nerves gave way and he produced an enormous
fart.

"Oh bleeding hell, yer ain't shit yerself has yer!"

Connor's strong nasal constitution ensured he was not put off as Farty
might have hoped, but instead even more intrigued by his captive visitor.

"It's me nerves!" mumbled a very embarrassed Farty putting a hand behind,
worried that under the circumstances he might have had another one of his
accidents.

"We's going up to me room and I's just wanted to follow yer up with yer
trousers hanging down!" said Connor, his hot breath on Farty's
neck. "That's alright innit, it turns I's on. So go on up they bleeding
stairs, me rooms on the right by the bog and don't fart in me face!"

With Connor right behind him absorbing the sights and smells Farty made it
up to the landing in record time, albeit with a little digital assistance.

At least there was window on the landing allowing Farty to see that the
household would never win any prizes for housework, the threadbare carpet
was piled with dirty washing, full ashtrays and dirty crockery.

"Get in me room then, it's there innit."

Connor pushed Farty through the door to discover that the bedroom was just
like the landing with the addition of an unmade bed and a oddly familiar,
if somewhat overpowering smell. A fine example of a problematic flat-pack
chest of drawers leant drunkenly against the wall with all drawers stuck
open and clothes hanging out. The almost matching bookcase which held no
books, but a selection of toys was propped up against the other wall.

"Oh.. wot's that smell?" asked Farty without thinking.

"Dunno, why has yer farted again then?" Connor was immune to such insults
and the smell of the room, he positioned Farty by the bed and stood next to
the edge. "Coats off then and yer can undo me trousers off while I's
undress's yer, alright?"

"Oh.. right.. umm.." Farty's appendage had just shrivelled up at the
prospect.

"D'yer wants to look at me bum or me cock when yer does it?" offered Connor
enthusiastically.

"Uumm.. oh.. if yer stands with yer back to I's... I's.. uumm.. can undo
yer trousers easier." mumbled Farty desperately wishing he was home even if
Cilla were there.

Never have been given the choice before Farty wasn't sure, but by doing it
this way at least he didn't have to look Connor in the face. With blazers
off and Connor facing away Farty took the opportunity to do as Billie had
requested and reconnoitre the state of the bed. Since the bedding was left
as Connor had vacated it that morning it was a very easy task and revealed
much to Farty's growing intrigue that the sheets had obviously not been
changed for a long time. The distinctive aroma and innumerable yellow
blotches of dried semen were visual proof, it also appeared in the light as
though some were still actually wet, not that that should have been a great
surprise!

However, Farty's attention was soon diverted from the bed for with Connor
being desperate to get his hands on him the idea of a slow and sensual
joint undressing had been abandoned. So, only three seconds later a very
surprised Farty found himself standing there wearing just his matching
white underwear and odd socks replete with holes. He watched, marvelled
even at the speed with which Connor ripped his own clothes off to display
the semen soaked briefs which with sagging elastic had no chance of
containing his bloated cock which poked lewdly out from the side.

"Thought us could lie on me bed and have a bit of a feel like." said Connor
excitedly starting to run his hands over the vest concealing Farty's ample
torso. "Feels like yer's got tits! I ain't never felt no tits before has
yer?"

Shaking his head Farty gulped, looked at the shimmering bed and gulped
again. There was no point in bothering to argue that he was just a bit
plump and didn't have actual tits, even if what he did have was bigger than
what he knew Cilla called tits!

"Let's hava feel then!" Connor seemed to jump onto Farty so that they fell
down onto the bed with a dreadful squelching noise.

"Fuck it's all.. all.." gasped Farty in shock, "it's all bleeding wet and
sticky!"

Waving his podgy hands around to balance himself he found that his more
than ample body was actually sinking into the mattress and that cold, slimy
spunk was now oozing up all around him. There was problem with the bed, in
that in addition to occasional bouts of bed wetting the mattress had been
infused relentlessly by Connor ever since he was able to ejaculate so that
by now it wasn't so much a mattress as a morass of spunk. As such it was
cleverly biding it's time and awaiting an unsuspecting someone of just
about Farty's weight to fall on it and start the pressurising process to
squidge it all up to the surface.

"Fuck wot is it?" shrieked Farty, feeling he was in a sinking boat he began
thrashing around which only succeeded in inducing more foul deposits to
filter upwards.

"It's only were's I's had a wank this morning... maybe it ain't dried
like!" replied Connor, calmly ignoring his cock which was leaving ever
larger streaks of precum over Farty's legs. "Lie bloody yer head on me
pillow and I'll give yer a check over."

"Oh fuck... alright!"

Not sure what to do he acquiesced to Connor's roving hands, although had
there been the option he would have liked to have gone home. Better still,
not ventured inside the house in the first place as the possibility of the
whole thing ending in tears was increasing. Reluctantly he lay back on the
pillow which, had he taken notice earlier looked rather odd and was stained
in a similar way to the bottom sheet. For a few seconds all was well, his
vest and briefs although soaked with old spunk had at least warmed up to
body temperature. Connor was having great difficulty in holding back from a
promised massive ejaculation and working his way up the inside of Farty's
plump thighs prior to starting a detailed inspection of whatever was inside
the white briefs.

However the calm was soon to be punctuated by Farty lifting his head off
the pillow and again shrieking. "Fuck! Fuck wot is it?"

"Yer wot?" Connor looked up from between the plump, white legs.

"Me fucking hair's got all stuck together!" cried a distraught Farty
pulling at his head and in looking in amazement at the blobs of congealed
spunk he was picking out.

"Ah, it's only cause I's fucked me pillow last night!" replied Connor
calmly. "Don't yer does that? Bend it in half and stuff yer willy in the
crack and pretend yer's fucking something!"

"It's a bleeding gert load of cum for one wank innit?" continued the
distraught Farty still pulling frantically at his hair.

Sticky hair or not, it was though a distraction allowing him to momentarily
forget that both he and his underwear were being slowly submerged by the
rising tide of smelly, vintage spunk from the mattress. Not that that
aspect appeared to bother Connor in the least as having slept in his own
juices for so long he was immune to both smell and feel.

"Oh, I's been fucking that for weeks, maybe's twice a night!" Connor
grinned as though fornicating his pillow was an everyday occurrence, which
of course it was. "See, so when yer comes to fuck it the next night it's
already spunked up with lube!"

"Oh fuck..."

Farty's voice tailed off, it was all becoming a bit much. Conversely for
Connor, he had reached the point of no return and had to ejaculate else it
felt like his balls might explode. Quickly manoeuvring himself into a
suitable horizontal position beside and behind Farty and pulled at the
white briefs and without further ado rammed his spluttering cock
inside. There was little control over the final destination and it
inadvertently took the wrong path for instead of going between Farty's legs
as intended, it forged it's way between the hot, sweaty buttocks flooding
them with semen as it went. Very luckily, from Connor's sideways starting
position the actual available length of cock for a forced entry was
restricted to just a couple of inches, nevertheless Farty couldn't stop
crying out when his sphincter was forced asunder. Since in this instance it
was a case of length equalled width, the self-lubricating, two inch
diameter head really did hurt and produced an unfortunate, embarrassing
side-effect in that the Law of Unintended Consequences ensured a seismic
release of gaseous particles.

"Fucking hell!" exclaimed Connor being quite taken aback, if not blown back
by the explosive reaction.

"Aaahhh..." moaned Farty like a deflating balloon.

Despite Connor's preoccupation with sex he was genuinely contrite at what
had happened for it was a mistake, besides there was the possibility that
he could loose a willing sexual accomplice. He tried to pacify the tearful,
distraught Farty who by now, other than being smothered in smelly old semen
and feeling that strange things were escaping from the cavernous hole
reamed in his bottom, was in quite a state. Connor, who's minimal brain was
working overtime then suggested a solution in that maybe Farty renounce his
sodden underwear and instead go home wearing something clean? It seemed a
idea and appealed to Farty since it would allow him to quickly escape,
although as Farty should have guessed, clean was a relative term when it
came to Connor's idea of laundry.

"Wot `bout these?" Connor having rummaged through one of the drawers of the
leaning chipboard chest held up a pair of very tired orange underpants.

Still wearing his own, even if sodden with spunk Farty moved over and
looked. "Nah, ain't yer got nothing white in case our ma finds 'em?"

"Uumm.."

Connor looked in the drawer, then at the front of Farty's
briefs. Temptation was all around him. As yet Farty hadn't ejaculated, but
had to be encouraged to do so. "Yer could borrow me favourite yellow ones,
if yer wants."

"Wot's they like then?" Farty moved to stand next to him and peered inside
the drawer seemingly not noticing that Connor's cock had escaped and was
rapidly hardening yet again. "Will they fit?"

"I's thinks so." Connor looked at Farty, it was time for a little fun,
without asking he took hold of Farty's vest and started to pull it up over
his head. "Let's get yer outta they spunky ones and have a look."

"Oh.."

Whilst Farty didn't argue, he was embarrassed by his flabby white body
topped by the magnificent pair of boy breasts, Connor was certainly not
embarrassed, in fact quite the contrary. His hands were everywhere delving
into the rolls of fat feeling for Farty's cock, wobbling the pendulous
breasts and kneading the enormous buttocks, it was all designed to excite.

"If yer pulls me pants down, then I'll take yer's off and suck yer willy
for yer?" said Connor already cupping the front of Farty's briefs and
feeling for what could possibly be a small cock somewhere in the rolls of
fat.

For Farty the moment was now, appearing to have already forgotten his state
of dire distress only minutes earlier, he lunged at Connor and wrenched the
spunky yellow waistband of the brown briefs to the ground. Now free, the
magnificent twelve year old organ twanged upwards hitting Farty in the face
and depositing a full foreskin's worth of spunk into his left eye.

"Oh shit!" exclaimed Farty grabbing at his eye as popping noises came from
his rear.

Connor responded by grabbing the drooping white briefs and pulling them
down to expose not a lot other than ripples of fat. Taking a guess as where
things should be he launched himself in the general direction and after
slobbering around in folds of spunky flesh finally took in his mouth the
entire, shrivelled two inches.

"Me eye's all fucking stuck up!" bemoaned Farty rubbing the spunk around
and only making matters worse, below waist lever Connor had set to work and
the two inches was now almost three.

"Farty bleeding shut up about yer eye and listen," Connor was looking up
over the horizon of the flabby stomach, "if I's lies on me bed would yer
get on top of us on all fours like so's I could suck yer willy proper and
yer could suck mine?"

"Yer wot?" replied Farty, for seconds his limited brain power was put to
maximum use. "Oh.. I's thinks I's see's wot yer means... alright I's give
it a try."

"Yer does wanna suck mine don't yer?" asked Connor immediately heading for
the bed.

"Oh yeah, yeah... `cause I ain't... uumm.. it ain't dirty or nothing is
it?" he replied having forgotten where the first two inches it had just
been.

"Nah, course not, so bloody come on then, get on top of I's." Connor
watched, the naked and waddling Farty didn't make the prettiest of sights,
but to Connor he was Adonis personified.

"And, yer's got I's nearly cumming back then." said a very excited Farty.

While Connor lay on the bed toying with his huge cock Farty lumbered
towards him with, much to Connor's delighted surprise what looked like
something protruding from under the wobbly mass. After considerable effort
Farty, certainly not the most athletic boy was finally in position with an
excess of wobble draped over Connor like a duvet cover. After a few words
of very explicit encouragement to Farty, Connor immediately set to work
energetically taking all that was on offer into his mouth, the gyrations
causing the fleshy excesses to erotically wash over him like waves
massaging at the same time.

Facing the other end of the bed Farty was looking rather dubiously at the
wet head of the twitching organ sticking up all of a couple of inches in
front of his face. First he very tentatively he touched it with his tongue
to taste what was on offer, slowly the touching increased until he was
licking it and the next step was obvious. Pausing to wipe the dribbles of
precum and saliva from his mouth onto the back of his hand he drew back,
noting the oozing slit he took stock, maybe it wasn't so bad after all.

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Chapter 35 to follow