Date: Wed, 30 Oct 2013 09:03:13 +0000
From: amias09@fastmail.fm
Subject: Brief encounters Chapter 130

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
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Chapter 130 – "Have I cum?" gasped Charles


"Are they red?" asked Charles after a long pause and much rubbing of
himself through his pocket.

"Nah." Barry shook his head and crunched on the last of the ginger
biscuits. "Sorry Gog's, now you gotta do wot I wants, that's the rules
innit."

"Oh!" Charles eyes darted nervously, is not somewhat excitedly around
behind the oversize glasses. "Uumm.. I do?"

"Yeah, you do," said Barry, "and if Robbie gets it right, well you gotta do
wot he wants as well or you'll both be doing wot I wants."

"I thinks," Robbie grinned, he had played the game before, "they're white
`cause you ain't wore them for ages."

"Nah, no good `cause they're blue." Barry eyed them both up and down. "I
don't wear white pants no more, they shows all the marks and that."

"What d'you mean, all the marks?" asked Charles as if he didn't know.

"The marks? That's wot me big brother Terry says is the four S's innit?
Shit, spunk and slash stains!" Barry giggled. "He says if you plays with
yerself in class, you can get the full set every day and I know he
does... `cause I looks!"

"You look at your brother's dirty underpants?" Charles was far more
intrigued than he was shocked.

"Course I do, only shows up on his white or yellow ones though!" Barry
nodded towards Robbie. "Now he does as well, he's always on about the spunk
stains and skidmarks in Brian's pants!"

"You don't mean Brian, in my class?" asked Charles in amazement.

"Yeah, sometimes I'll take 'em out the laundry basket and wear `em for bit,
I slept in 'em last week!" Robbie giggled. "Sniffing 'em's good as well!"

Charles eyes became if it were possible, even bigger! Having thought that
Tom and his friends were pretty relaxed about such matters the openness of
the two younger boys was quite astounding, they appeared to have no
inhibitions whatsoever.

"Wish I had a brother." muttered Charles.

"Well, I thinks we can help there," Barry smiled, "`cause if you wants
we'll be yer brothers. And, you can start by taking yer new little brothers
shorts down and checking his pants, they always has pee stains!"

Robbie giggled and stood in the middle of the floor, provocatively pushing
his stomach forward, the bulge in his shorts looked too good for Charles to
resist.

"Then see, he can check yours, can't he?"

"He can?" asked Charles rather weakly.

"Oh yeah, he can and he will!" confirmed Barry. "Then yer both gonna swop
pants and keep wanking each other off till one of you cums!"

"So, he means you can't you cum yet?" asked Robbie as Charles very
awkwardly started fumbling with Robbie's shorts.

"No." admitted Charles rather unhappily. "I think everybody else in the
class can and I keep getting that feeling, but can't make the cum stuff."

"Neither can I," replied Robbie looking across to Barry who appeared to
playing with a monumental erection, in reality bordering on under four
nearly inches concealed in his jeans, "he can now and he's only two weeks
older than me. It ain't fair."

"Stop all the bleeding chat and get yer shorts off, yer meant to be doing
wot I say!" Barry withdrew his hand and sniffed it. "I think the one who
don't cum is gonna lick me willy till I cum. Got it?"

"Probably," Robbie giggled, "I `spect we'll both be licking it!"

"You can lick mine as well." Charles blushed.

"If you wants," Robbie put his tongue out and wiggled it, "but first lets
swop pants and get wanking."

"When you've swopped pants, don't pull 'em right up but keep 'em around yer
knees." said Barry, "I wanna see you wanking each other off!"

"You're a dirty sod!" replied Robbie.

Barry grinned, sitting on the bench with a very tiny wet spot in his
briefs, he watched with great interest as they removed each others clothes
and then inspected the briefs which they were now to wear. Robbie looked
delighted at the prospect of wearing Charles' soft new St Michael
underpants, even if there was little in the way of stains inside them to
get excited at.

Charles on the other hand wasn't so much as delighted as positively
ecstatic at the thought of wearing Robbie's rather indeterminate,
threadbare briefs which offered an absolute richness of pee stains,
skidmarks and frayed elastic.

"Gog's," Robbie almost blushed, having seen Charles staring inside them,
"sorry if me pants is a bit uumm, but I uumm, I wore 'em all day yesterday
as well."

"They're lovely!" said Charles, his right eye already beginning to
squint. "Can I keep them for the night?"

"Yeah, if you wants." it was the opposite reply to what Robbie was
expecting, nevertheless it meant he had Charles' briefs for the night as
well.

"Maybe we can swop back tomorrow or Monday," said Charles, "otherwise I
expect mummy might say something if they don't appear in the laundry."

"Yeah, course we can. I think it might be Monday though `cause Brian's
trying to arrange something with Simon, so we'll meet up then." said
Robbie.

"Wot, something like we did in the woods before?" asked Barry looking up,
his hand though still buried in his jeans. "Cor that'll be good. Now get on
with it, before his mum gets back or something."

With Charles standing to face Robbie, they reached out to pull excitedly on
each cocks, neither it appeared showing any inhibitions at all. Unable to
resist, Barry moved over to stand beside and watch, dropping his jeans and
blues briefs to reveal his slightly curved and much abused organ which he
had been continually stroking.

"You been going five minutes ain't neither of you cumming yet, `cause I
ain't far off!"

"I'm, I'm just getting the feeling!" replied Robbie excitedly staring down
at Charles' blurred hand.

Breathing heavily Charles didn't speak. His eyes were crossed, he seemed to
be passing into another world masturbating Robbie, who in turn seemed far
more experienced in the art of masturbation and was in turn managing to
produce the most strange tingling feelings from Charles' cock.

"Aaahhhh fuck!" exclaimed Robbie, releasing his grip on Charles' cock as he
began to shake with the onset of yet another dry orgasm.

Charles meanwhile, simply continued to pull on Robbie's twitching organ and
give no letup. With Robbie's hand out of the way Barry made a grab for
Charles cock and took over, if anything even more energetically Robbie had
been. That, with the grip of the strange hand almost immediately made
Charles feel the tingling sensation was increasing, in fact almost to the
point where he wanted Barry to release him. Barry though was having none of
it and was determined to try to bring him to the point of ejaculation. Now
released from Charles' grip, Robbie seemed to be unable to do anything
other than hope around clutching his still twitching cock, the head of
which was beginning to smart from Charles over enthusiastic rubbing!

"Gog's rub mine!" cried Barry, an instruction which Charles eagerly obeyed
in wrapping his hand around the hot, sticky shaft. Barry it appeared had
the largest cock of the three even if was by only barely half an inch, an
increase of monumental proportions when aged eleven!

"Oh fuck.. fuck!"

Charles swore for the very first time, his eyes were now most definitely
moving in concentric circles and his glasses in grave danger of falling off
as his head bobbed about. Something very strange was happening to him, his
balls felt on fire and the sensitive head of his cock normally protected by
his foreskin felt as though it had been flayed by the overactive
fingers. Incredibly excited at having Charles attending to him, Barry began
to arch his back in a prelude to squirting his few drops of watery spunk
over Charles' fingers.

"Have I cum?" gasped Charles in confusion sensing the slippery substance
between his fingers.

"No you daft sod, I have!" replied Barry giggling.

"Me willy hurts!" moaned Robbie sat behind on the bench who appeared to be
transfixed by the one eye that was staring at him from the of brilliant red
head of his cock. "Feels like Gog's has pulled the bloody end off!"

"Don't think you've done his much good either!" replied Barry continuing to
giggle. "Oh shit, I think he's.. he's.."

"Aaaahhhhh... oohhhh... aaahhh..." moaned Charles drowning out Barry's
voice.

Uncontrollably beginning to shake and shiver so that his glasses finally
fell off the end of his nose and onto the floor, Charles' thin white legs
buckled and folded beneath him as he followed the glasses to collapse onto
the wooden floor. Ever since joining the school and being sexually awakened
he was now paying the price for maintaining a constant erection in his
quest to achieve ejaculation. Barry was left standing here, his hand
outstretched and fingers still curled around where he had been pulling on
Charles cock before it slipped from his grasp.

"Hey, Robbie," exclaimed Barry, "I think he's cum, d'you wanna have a
look."

"Wot! The lucky bugger!"

Excitedly, Robbie hobbled over whilst managing to still hold onto his own
cock, his shorts around his knees. He bent down in front of Charles and
rubbed a dirty, nail bitten finger over the end of Charles' twitching organ
sticking up from the folds of the dirty underpants.

"He fuckin' has, it's gone a bit sticky!"

"Well we gotta make sure it's you next then ain't we?" Barry smiled and
looked at Robbie, knowing how desperately he also wanted to be able to
ejaculate.

"Yeah, fuckin' hope so."

"Wot we gonna do with him?" said Barry trying to pull his own jeans up over
his erection. "Better pick up his glasses before we walks on `em."

"Get him up on the seat I `spose?" Robbie bent over to grab hold of him,
then looked up and grinned. "D'you wanna pull his pant's up and tuck his
willy in or shall I do it?"



At Robin's invitation, they had eagerly swopped underpants. Both were
revelling in the feeling of moving around, their respective briefs heavy
with sperm and clinging to their bodies. Richard was finishing getting
dressed and arranging his ever leaking foreskin in the tight C&A briefs,
whereas Robin was still sat on the edge of the bed. His jeans around his
knees as he played with his erection and poked it through the various gaps
in Richard's ill fitting Y-fronts ensuring it collected some of the sticky
discharge as he did so.

"I'm really looking forward to next week in the tent." Richard looked down
at Robin.

"Yeah, I wonder why?" Robin smiled. "Tell you wot, if me mum don't find out
I'm gonna try and keep yer pants on till we gets there!"

"Bloody hell, but they stink now, surely she'll notice?"

"Dunno, but if nothing else I'm gonna wear 'em at night."

"You wouldn't wank in 'em or anything would you!" Richard grinned, "Yours
are a bit tight and I'm leaking again already!"

"When you gives 'em back I might keep 'em like that and won't get 'em
washed or nothing."

"Hang on. Oh fuck!" Richard turned to glance out of the window. "Thought I
heard the gate squeak, oh fuck! Me mum's back. Let's get downstairs quick."

"Already! Bleeding hell, she ain't is she!"

Robin jumped up and attempted to pull the briefs and jeans up in one
movement whilst simultaneously pushing his feet into his plimsoles. The
result was that on leading the way from the bedroom across the landing the
shoes remained untied although he had almost managed to tuck his shirt in
and fasten his jeans.

"Right, she'll be getting the key in the door any second, let's get down
there before she gets in." said Richard pushing Robin towards the stairs.

"Why?" asked Robin continuing to tuck his shirt in and for no apparent
reason starting to giggle. "Wot's the hurry?"

"I don't want her thinking we've been in me bedroom all the time, I was
supposed to have bloody got up when she left wasn't I?" Richard took one
look at Robin's face and started to laugh as well. "We're fuckin' nuts
ain't we!"

"I 'spose we are, well let's get down then before you gets in any more
trouble."

"Yeah! Well bloody go then!" Richard and pushed Robin in the back, "Down
the fuckin' stairs then, quick!"

"Race you!"

With that Robin jumped off the landing and bounded down the first few
stairs followed in close formation by Richard, all of which lasted until
Richard reached the sixth step before accidentally treading Robin's
trailing shoelace. Having built up the bodily momentum there was no
stopping Robin, his foot wrenched from the shoe he very impressively
launched himself into space! Richard made a valiant attempt to save him
from flying headlong to certain catastrophic injury on the hall floor
below, grabbing wildly he just managed to get his fingers under the
waistband of his jeans.

The jeans being old and the stitching weak, yet the gravitational forces
high, the button hole on the waistband was immediately torn asunder. As
Robin's trajectory levelled off, the angle proved perfect for the jeans to
be easily dragged halfway down to expose the seat of the ill fitting
Y-fronts, finally unable to maintain his grip the waistband slipped through
Richard's fingers. Robin continued in flight not so much as the human
cannonball, more as the human shrapnel with arms and legs thrashing, albeit
now at ever reducing altitude and velocity.

Mrs Jones had opened the front door and barely stepped inside when she saw
Robin literally flying towards her in mid air with all limbs wildly
flailing. Luckily he collided with the banisters en route which slowed
aeronautical progress some much so that it culminated in a vertical
landing.

"Aarrrggghhh...mmmee... bloody plums..."

It was a truly agonising scream which accompanied the resounding crash as
he came to rest face down across the bottom couple of stairs.

"My god! What's happening!" she shrieked in panic. "Have you broken
anything?"

Dropping the bag of shopping on the floor and scattering the contents she
looked first up at Richard and then down to Robin now spread-eagled at her
feet gasping for breath and quite obviously in considerable discomfort.

"Don't know.. don't think so." mumbled Robin sounding distinctly dazed.

"Richard!" she barked in panic looking up the stairs, "Richard, come down
here and give me hand. Now!"

Richard shook himself into action and came down. "Wot we gonna do mum?"

"What's this about plums? Has he got a tree? Did he bring some for us?"

"Dunno." he looked away and stifled a laugh, imagining what Robin had
meant.

"Well, never mind that. Look, if nothings broken let's gently turn him over
and get him more comfortable till he's recovered a bit and then he can tell
us what does hurt."

"Right. You sure mum?" Richard wasn't too keen knowing the state of the
Y-fronts and how embarrassing it could become for all concerned.

"Yes, of course I'm sure, we can't leave him like this can we? He looks so
uncomfortable." she raised her eyebrows along with the temperature showing
her obvious annoyance with Richard. "Oh Richard, you are useless at times!
You take his shoulders and I'll take his legs and we'll turn him together,
ready?"

"OK."

"Hang on," she paused and looked at Richard. Surely this couldn't be to do
with sex, could it? Everything else in his life seemed to be connected with
it, "but why are his jeans down? You haven't.. you wouldn't..."

"No!" interrupted Richard turning a delightful shade of puce whilst
desperately racking his brain for a plausible explanation.

She gave him a truly withering look.

"No. Mum, no, `course not. He, he tripped over on the stairs... `cause,
uumm of his shoelace and, and.. I tried to save him and, and when I grabbed
his jeans they just come down!"

"What?" it all sounded most likely, rather like a very unlikely story!
"Well never mind that, let's move him. One, two, three.."

Robin who had been preoccupied with the stabbing pains that were radiating
from his crushed testicle hadn't really been listening. It was only when
they had started actually turning him onto his back in order to sit him up
that he realised the full horror of the situation they were all going to
being exposed to.

"No.. No... stop... please no!" he moaned.

Still rather dazed with both hands clasped around his testicles he looked
mournfully at Richard who in turn looked towards his mother. It was surely
to be one of the most humiliating moment of his life to be caught wearing
Richard's oversize briefs. Wet with semen and offering sufficient gaps
around the elastic to leave absolutely nothing to the imagination, least of
all his cock which he hadn't realised had escaped and now dangling in thin
air. And, then there was the smell. The smell of semen. That smell.

"Oh my god!" she repeated having bent over to have a closer look at his
injuries. "Is it just your, your.. uumm.. oh no, it's your testicles which
you've fallen on?

"I think so," he mumbled, his face felt it were on fire. Nevertheless he
was absolutely determined she wasn't going to see any more of his bruised
appendages than she already had, "you don't wanna look do you?".

The state and smell of his exposed briefs had not gone unnoticed and only
served to convince her that all adolescent boys must routinely transform
their underwear into repositories for semen cultivation. The upside was
that it comforting to think that possibly even Richard's penchant for such
semen ridden clothing was not necessarily unique. Although, of course it
was Richard's clothing she was looking at!

"No Robin, I won't, I can't!" she said sounding distinctly flustered having
seen all she ever wanted to seen. By now they were all as embarrassed as
each other. "Have you broken anything, can you move your arms and legs?"

"I think they're alright." came a muffled reply followed by a modest
movement of each limb in turn.

"Robin, I'm really sorry but I don't think I should be doing any more this,
it's not fair on either of us." she looked at Richard and added angrily,
"and we know where your father is when we need him, don't we?"

"Fishing!" replied Richard with some trepidation.

"Fishing!" she pronounced it almost as though it were a new form of vile
expletive.

Richard winced. How would his father have know what was to befall Robin!

"I'm sorry Robin, it's not your fault." she paused and took a deep breath
trying to avoid looking at him. "Sometimes I think he should have been a
fisherman!"

"I'm sorry to put you to all this trouble." said Robin hoping to calm
matters a little.

"And, I'm sorry if I sounded a little got mad at you both." she looked a
Richard. "Listen Robin if I don't look and we get you standing, Richard can
pull your jeans back up. You'll feel better then I'm sure. Is that
alright?"

"Please."

Having hauled him to his feet and attempted to pull the jeans up and fasten
them it was then Richard discovered the metal button on the waistband no
longer had a corresponding buttonhole.

"Mum, where I pulled on 'em his jeans is all ripped by the button and I
can't do 'em up."

Robin feeling considerably happier for standing up, even if his jeans were
supported by Richard. He looked down so survey the damage. "It's alright to
look down Mrs Jones, if you wants `cause I'm all covered up now."

"Robin, I realise this can't be easy for you and you're doing really well,
I promise we'll get you sorted out." she smiled and peered at the torn
buttonhole. "Well there's nothing I can do with that with you in them and
you can't go home holding them up all the way can you?

"No, I `spose not, so wot do I do?" he sounded worried.

"Look, I can mend them," she said, "but I'm sorry that you'll need to take
them off again so I can run the sewing machine around them."

"You wot?" Robin's face fell, the thought of standing there in Richard's
briefs was untenable.

"Look, if you hold them up and we'll get you into Richard's room so you can
lie on his bed in your pants while I sew them up for you down here."

"Oh. Right." he managed an embarrassed smile, the very fact that it was
Richard's mother telling him to lie in the spunky underpants didn't feel
right. "Thank you."

Once having helped Robin upstairs to the bedroom Richard was given the task
of taking the jeans to his mother to repair.

"She's getting the sewing machine out now and she'll give me a shout when
they're done." said Richard having run up the stairs and returned to the
bedroom.

"Ta." Robin was now actually in Richard's bed. "I feel a right fuckin'
twatt!"

"Cor, yer right inside me bed!" said Richard suddenly realising that Robin
had abandoned lying on top with a rug over him. "Why?"

"I wanted to." Robin grinned. "It smells of you and there's a gert damp
patch under me ass where you've cum in it earlier!"

"Oh fuck!" Richard immediately blushed and moved sit on the edge. "Oh
fuck."

"I saw it earlier, so don't get embarrassed, I wanks in me bed and
sometimes I misses as well!" Robin reached out to put a hand on his
leg. "Would you like to examine me balls, tell me if they're bruised?
They're feeling a bit better, but would you?"

"I could do I `spose," Richard swallowed, his erection had started carrying
the jeans downstairs, "you sure this sorta stuff don't make us queer or
nothing?"

"Dunno, I don't fuckin' care either!" said Robin pulling back the sheet to
reveal a full blown erection and the briefs already around his knees.

"Fuck!" Richard gulped, looked down, then to Robin and smiled. "They can't
be that bad if you can get it up like that."

"Well go on then get down and inspect 'em, you can touch 'em as well if you
wants."

No second bidding was needed, Richard swivelled round to stare at the
matted pubic hair and Robin's hard cock.

"Think they're alright?"

"Uumm.." Richard cleared his throat, "well, uumm.. yer right ones looking a
bit black and it's twice the size of yer left!"

"Think I hurt me prick as well?

"I'll have to check."

Richards heart was beating faster, true to form another blob of precum
seeped from the end of his foreskin into his briefs. Literally faced with
the prospect of inspecting Robin's much abused cock there seemed only one
thing to do, it was a big step forward but had to be done.

"Fuckin' hell!" exclaimed Robin, half his boyhood having immediately
disappeared inside Richard's mouth, who it seemed was destined to become a
natural cock sucker. Within a minute he had almost mastered the non-dribble
technique and much to Robin's obvious delight had now consumed the entire
length which he worked on for almost two minutes before allowing it to
slide from his lips.

"Was that alright?" asked Richard with a grin. "Tastes a bit spunky, like
it could do with a wash!"

It was a silly question, Robin despite having cum at least twice that
morning was ecstatic. Writhing around on the bed as he instantly grabbed
his cock and started masturbate.

"Come here," he whispered urgently, "come here."

"Wot, won't it no good then?" Richard leant over only to find an arm around
his neck and his face being drawn forceably to Robin's lips. As before it
led to a long, very wet and sloppy kiss with the addition of Richard's hand
being guided to Robin's cock.

"Bleeding hell! That was fuckin' amazing!" said Robin laying back and
looking up at a beaming Richard, wiping his chin. "Now, I wanna suck your
cock while you finish wanking me off."

"Oh, well...I dunno." the smile slowly drained from Richards face.

"Wot's wrong?" Robin immediately sat up sensing something wasn't
right. "Wot have I done? Tell me?"

"Nothing, it ain't you is it?" Richard screwed his eyes up, "Well,
I'm.. well it's just a fuckin' mess down there innit? Always is innit?"

"I don't know, is it? Richard wot's wrong?" the arm again went around his
shoulder, "I thought we was getting on great, wot have I done? You're upset
now, it's me innit?"

"Don't be fuckin' silly. No, it ain't you, it's me innit?"

"Tell me, please. I dunno what you means." Robin nuzzled into his
neck. "Please, I just wanted to do something for you in return."

"I won't tell you, I'll fuckin' show you!" Richard pulled back letting
Robin's arm drop and prepared to stand up, looking as though he were
visibly fighting back tears. "See, this is how it goes on. I'm never gonna
be fuckin' normal like you am I?"

Standing directly in front of Robin he listened for a few seconds to make
sure there were no sounds of activity from below then quickly unzipped his
trousers and pulled them down.

"There, see wot I means?" tears began forming in the corners of his
eyes. "look, whenever I gets excited, I just can't bloody stop making
precum.. it's everywhere, over me clothes,, oh fuck, it's.. fuckin'
awful.. it's.."

"Oh fuck!" Robin couldn't really believe it, the front of Richard's briefs
weren't just wet they really were positively soaking.

"And, and.. fuckin' look at this," he fumbled about trying to pull the
tight C&A briefs down out of the way, eventually his cock flopped into
view, the a constant drip of precum appeared to ooze from the end of his
foreskin.

Robin just looked in silence, from what Richard had said before he was
obviously paranoid about the size of his organ, but suspected nothing as
upsetting as this.

"You wanna suck me cock, then first you gotta fuckin' find it!"

Tears now ran down Richard's cheeks as he attempted to pull the slimy
foreskin back which only allowed more and more precum to erupt from the
wrinkled end. The foreskin was easily over half the length of his erection
and so big it could only be retracted sufficiently to barely expose the
purple head.

"There that's it, fuckin' three inches if I'm fuckin' lucky. It's as
fuckin' big as it fuckin' gets, now d'you still wanna suck it?" Richard
wiped his eyes wit the back of his hand. "And we ain't even got onto the
fuckin' cheese yet!"

"I'll suck it all the bloody time in that tent if that's you wants, but not
now when yer mums about to bring me jeans back up!" Robin pulled the
bedclothes back up. "Now, pull yer clothes up and come here. You needs a
hug."

"I'm sorry."

Tears in his eyes, Richard wiped his sticky hands on the seat of his jeans
before lying down. "See Art and them think's it's wonderful making all that
cum, well it is now and again. But not all the time `cause it's just a
fuckin' mess and me mum always notices. She thinks I just wanks over me bed
and everything and I don't care, but I fuckin' do. I hates walking round
with me pants sticking to me all the fuckin' time!"

"Uumm.. well.." emotionally Robin didn't know what to do other than pull
Richard close and hug him.

"I'll be alright in a minute." muttered Richard into the pillow.

"Rich, wot, wot was you on about cheese for?" it was a question that
intrigued Robin and he couldn't resist asking.

"Well, it's cheese innit. You know."

"No, I don't know wot you mean at all."

"Wot?" Richard raised his head off the pillow and looked at Robin. "Wot
d'you mean you don't know?"

"I dunno wot you mean, honest! Wot Dairylea or something?"

"Dairylea! You silly bugger!" Richard burst out laughing. "No, it's all
that white gungy stuff that gets stuck down the bottom of yer foreskin when
it don't get washed!"

"Wot?" Robin's mouth dropped. "But I ain't no foreskin I dunno wot the fuck
you're on about!"

"Oh shit, I forgot!" replied Richard suddenly sitting right up before
forcing himself down on top of Robin to kiss him yet again. "You're so
fuckin' luvly!

"Richard," the voice came up the stairs, "I've mended Robin's jeans as best
I can, they're on the banisters can you take them up please."

They parted after a further few seconds. Robin was looking utterly lost,
whatever he had done had truly liberated Richard.

"Thanks mum, I come down and get them." called out Richard after taking a
deep breath and looking straight into Robin's face said quietly. "Wait till
the tent."

"I've loved every second of this." his heart beating Robin couldn't help
himself from saying it.

"Just wait till you're in that bloody tent!" Richard was moving towards the
door. The consolation of not having and enormous cock was that the bulge
was easily hidden in the folds of his jeans.

"I'm not gonna take your pants off till we're in the tent, then you can do
it." grinned Robin throwing back the bedclothes and arching his back push
his erection in the air.

"Neither will I," Richard grinned, "and you're gonna clean up the Dairylea
as well!"

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Chap 131 to follow