Date: Tue, 7 Apr 2009 06:32:13 -0700 (PDT) From: Ami Subject: Brief encounters chapter 18 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: amias05@yahoo.com *************************************************************************************************** >>>>> There's a prize if you can guess the outcome of the previous chapters suspense loaded ending... email me! *************************************************************************************************** Chapter 18 – In a parallel universe "Hey," said Joe staring hard at the graffiti scrawled on the wall adjacent to the urinals, "have you seen this one?" "Wot one?" replied David dreamily. "Well it's says `ere, " said Joe. stringing it out, "that David Masters is a right little wanker and he'll let you play with his cock!" "Wot! Fucking hell!" That got really David's attention, he went over to Joe and stood behind looking over his shoulder at the wall. Pointing at the scribble on the wall he asked "Where's it say that... where? Anyway...how'd they know!!!" Joe dissolved into laughter "How'd they know!!!! You silly fucker... how would they know!!! I made it all up!" "You... bastard!" said David looking a little pink, but nevertheless heartily relieved that nobody had actually written on the wall that he was the little wanker that he really was! "You sod!" he said as he encircled Joe's waist with his arms and pulled him back so his crutch was pushed into his bum. Joe certainly didn't resist. "Anyway, " he said into Joe's ear, reaching down to feel the front of his shorts, "you're just as much a little wanker. It's gettin' hard again isn't it?" "We're a right fuckin' pair, I reckon." said Joe pushing his ass back into the front of David's shorts. "Wot you doing to my cock, you fancy something then?" "Mmmmm... well we got a few mins till Art and that turn up, if they're going to that is." said David, "But first I just wanna do this..." "Wot?" "Well..." David pushed his face closer to the back of Joe's head. He could smell the shampoo in his hair and couldn't help but to visualise Joe in the bath playing with his cock all covered in soap suds. It was only with great self control that he managed to resist kissing him on the neck and blew gently in his ear instead! "Well, wot...wot the fucks that?" said Joe sounding quite disappointed and obviously unaware of the intensity of David's immediate, if not confused, emotions. "Uuuummm! I dunno! " David took a deep breath and tried to snap out of it. Both boys knew there was something developing between them and David in particular was afraid that his emotions were stronger than friendship. He couldn't really admit it to himself, let alone Joe. "Wot I meant was this." David said moving both his hands down and putting them into Joe's shorts pockets which brought a sigh from Joe and a further backward push into David's burgeoning groin. Quite unsurprisingly there was little of interest in Joe's pockets save for a rather disgusting looking handkerchief which doubled as universal cleaning cloth, a few assorted coppers and a front door key on a bit of dirty string. However, what intrigued David was that all the items were in the left hand pocket since the right hand pocket had a small hole a the bottom, strangely it was just about large enough to let a couple of small fingers slip through to the pleasures beyond. "You dirty bugger!" exclaimed David, slowly slipping a finger though the opening. "You never told me!" Even Joe went a bit red at this discovery! He had spent the best part of an hour the previous night when he was meant to be asleep, trying to make the hole look as though it was cause by wear and not by his nail scissors! Not only that, he had been doing it in bed under the covers with a torch whilst wearing only the top of his pyjamas and just his briefs. All of which virtually guaranteed that he couldn't resist playing with himself! Naturally that in turn had led to him to managing not just one, but two dry orgasms interspersed with some gentle exploration of his bum, a subject recently fired in his imagination by Simon's interest! "Cor... " said David, his fingers now tracing the elasticated sides of Joe's Aertex briefs as far around his legs and crutch as he could reach, "I'm gonna do this to my shorts as well." "Great innit?" Joe replied, squeezing his hand between his bum and David's shorts, "Don't worry, just seeing if you're hard. Well, wot a surprise you are!" David grunted and continued his exploration, by now he had his finger up inside the elastic and was gently rubbing Joe's hairless balls, "Reckon they would fit in me mouth?" "Wot?" asked Joe his mind, well certainly his fingers, were focused on other more pressing matters. He was struggling with David's zip and eventually he got it moving downwards. "I mean, put yer balls in me mouth, so I could suck `em!" announced David, trying to stretch his finger past the aforesaid balls to the bottom of Joe's crack. "Wot! When? When?" asked Joe excitedly, to the sound of David's fly being undone, "Oh that's got it..." "When we got more time, tomorrow or weekend or something maybe..." his voice tailed off as he gave up trying to reach Joe's bum and instead returned to fondle the base of his rigid prick. "Mmmmmm... don't stop, keep at it, see if you can get me off!" said Joe excitedly, straining to get his hands inside the fly of David's shorts although from the angle he was working from it was proving difficult, "Don't move mate, stay there I'm nearly in." David wasn't moving, he was enjoying it too much. "Still wearing `yer Aertex pants then?" he asked rubbing the soft cellular material between his fingers. He knew as soon as he said it that he had made a mistake and was touching on something which was proving to Joe to be a sensitive subject. Joe paused before answering, "What fuckin' choice have I got, and I feel a right tit when I have to get changed for gym and that. No other boy wears 'em, have you noticed that? It's so fuckin' embarrassing but, I can't tell me mum, can I?" Luckily he didn't have to dwell on the subject to long as he was able to spring the clasp on David's shorts and they started to slowly fall down around his knees exposing, not his new pale blue briefs but some rather tired old white briefs. "You dirty fucker! Hope nobody comes in!" said David giggling as he felt the cold air around his thighs. Joe turned and looked down, "Well where's you're posh blue pants then?" he asked grinning, "Ain't just me that's got some old tat on today then is it ?" "No." said David a little dejectedly. His cock was certainly not constrained by any smart new briefs! What he had on appeared to be very worn and so loose even his erection was not very prominent. "I had to wear these `cause... don't forget, I had one new pair pinched from the changing room and I still ain't told me mum!" "Welcome to the crappy pants club!" said Joe pushing his hand though the well worn fly and gently tweaking David's foreskin so it retracted a little, "Anyway it's what's in `em what counts and I like what's in yours!" David pushed his hard prick into the palm of Joe's hand, "Shall we go in a bog? Then if anybody comes in we'll be safe?" he asked. "Yer, but walk in like this!" replied Joe, "It'll be funny". So off they waddled. David with arms around Joe's waist, his hands deep in the pockets of the grey shorts and Joe with his hands behind his back feeling David's little foreskin move up and down over his purple knob. Choosing the cubicle nearest the window since it looked the cleanest, they moved slowly towards it whilst David's briefs fell lower and lower until they were around his ankles. Once inside David relaxed his grip on Joe and turned to bolt the door asking, "How we gonna hide if somebody comes in and looks under the doors then?" Joe thought for minute as he scratched his cock, "Well... why don't we get on the bog seat like we did before... then they might think the door is just stuck and if they can't see any feet under it.. and ummm, they'll think the place is empty." Davis nodded, " I `spose so. Well come on lets get on the bog seat now and wait." Joe looked him rather mischievously , "Errrr .. I gotta better idea, uumm something I was thinking about last night." David looked puzzled, "Well come on... wot?" With that Joe dropped his shorts and quickly stepped out of them, put them on the hook on the back of the door. David's eyes opened wide when he say Joe standing in there in the bulging cellular briefs partly covered by the white shirt tails and school blazer. "Shit that's horny!" he said and reached for his own cock, he pulled it out the fly of his briefs and retracted the little foreskin a couple of times. "But what you got in mind?" Joe was looking more than excited himself, he wasn't sure if David would do what he so desperately wanted, "Errrrr well..." He replied lifting his left leg onto the toilet seat and so stretched his briefs tightly around his ass. David waddled nearer, his shorts around his ankles and still unsure what was expected of him, nevertheless he was very excited by what he could see. "You see Dave," Joe paused and cleared his throat, "if you stand behind me well... me bum would be in just the right spot for you to... well, put yer cock up!" He looked unblinkingly into David's blue eyes, "See... uummm I'd like you to do it... nobody else." David was confused, this was totally unexpected. It was premeditated unlike the spur of the moment decisions that all their other sexual exploits had been. He hesitated, breaking the eye contact he looked down towards Joe's inviting bum. "Yeah... but... uuummmm what about... errrrrr... you know!" David stuttered to a halt and looked up inadvertently making eye contact again. Joe was thinking he had pushed things too far, the last thing he wanted to do was to upset David. He thought he'd blown it, even his own cock was starting to go soft. "It's all right Dave... " he said quietly, "Sorry, I just wanted... oh hell! I'm gonna say it... I just wanted you inside me!" David smiled, "I ain't said no you daft sod... but... " "Really!" "Yeah, really!" David took a deep breath and looked Joe full in the face, "But promise not laugh?" "Yes, `course..." said Joe, wondering whatever could be funny in this situation. "Well, you see," David broke eye contact again and looked down at the floor, "this might sound silly but..." "But wot?" asked Joe anxiously. "Well." David he shuffled his feet, then still looking at the floor he eventually said, "How do we do this so I don't me cock all covered in poo!!!" Joe stifled a giggle, he was trying very hard not to laugh, "Come here you silly sod..." David obediently waddled over and was immediately grabbed by Joe around the neck, without any hesitation he plonked a right kiss on top of his head." There! Now stand back again and I'll show you something." Without speaking and rather shocked at being kissed he did as he was told. He couldn't resist looking back at Joe, he didn't need to say anything. "See, Dave," said Joe pushing his bum in the air and pulling his briefs to one side "I've been practising in bed at night `cause I was worried about it as well, and what you do is this..." With that he put a finger in his mouth' licked it and then put his hand between his legs and as if by instinct aimed his wet finger right at the little pink opening and gently pushed the finger all the way up into his bum. "Ooohhh..." he groaned. Dave looked on in amazement, "I ain't never done that!" he said, "I know that Simon does it a bit, but I ain't never really seen him at it. I've always been afraid of, you know...ummm, the poo and that!" Grinning, Joe withdrew his finger with a very slight plop and showed it to David, it looked perfectly clean. David was amazed, "But I thought that... it would be... ummm like..." "Told you I been testing it!" said Joe proudly, " Of course you wouldn't want to do it if you needed a shit though would you?" he added going slightly pink! "No... I `spose not." David was starting to giggle, "But what, umm if you did!" "You dirty fucker," said Joe pulling his briefs to one side to allow entry "trust you to think of that! Now come on, please try and put yer cock up me before somebody comes in. I've been dreaming about this for days!" David just grinned, he started to take up position and dropped his worn briefs on top of his shorts, "You sure?" he asked, "This won't hurt you will it?" "Dunno, let's find out!" said Joe excitedly his own cock now up again and twitching in expectation. David approached the target, his modest prick like a piece of spring steel. Actually it wasn't that much thicker than the finger that Joe had been practising with anyway! He looked, then stroked it and rather naively asked, "Hey... should I pull me winkle back?" "I dunno." said Joe. Not having a foreskin this was unknown territory. "I will," said David still a little concerned that it was going inside Joe's ass. Sliding the helmet back to reveal the little glistening purple head he then said in a very practical manner, as only he would "then if there is ummm... anything it won't get caught under it!" Joe smiled to himself, what would he do without this boy as his best friend. "Dave, just please try and get it up before somebody comes in here!" he said pouting his bum cheeks as best he could. "Oh hang on... hang on... I'm ready now." "Hey, I forgot." Said Joe. "Forgot wot?" "Well, this," said Joe, turning round and craning his head towards David, "come here... we gotta lubricate it!" Dave suddenly smiled when realises what was expected of him and offered his cock up to Joe's waiting lips who greedily sucked it right in until his nose touched David's tummy. It didn't take a second before it was pushed out of his mouth all dripping in saliva, "Right, come on don't waste time get it up me!" he ordered grinning and licking his lips. Dave stooped slightly and took a good look at Joe's bum hole, it was the first one he had ever seen and whilst it didn't look very frightening it certainly looked very clean. "Ummmm... so how d'you clean it then?" he asked very intrigued, but nevertheless rather embarrassed. Although, as he thought to himself, if he never asked he would never know and besides he was now wanting to do this himself much sooner than later! "Errrrr..." Even Joe was reticent about this bit. "Go on..." said David giggling as he touched the very tip of cock on the entrance "because I won't put it up `till you tell me!" "You sod!" said Joe definitely embarrassed, "Ummm... well last night I had a bath `cause I really hoped you be doing this..." Joe was thinking, must I really tell him this, "and... well I kept putting me finger up it with soap till nothing ... you know!" "Ooh! You mean till ummm nothing was on yer finger?" asked David. This was food for thought and was now looking to be bath night for him as well. Joe nodded. "Hey, did you wank as well?" "Twice! And came with me finger up me bum!" Joe went a little red, "Promise you will never ever tell anyone. I mean who else says they put a finger up their bum? Promise?" "I promise." said David, he caught Joe's eye, "I got a secret as well..." "Go on... I won't tell..." "Well, all right." David wasn't sure about this, but it was the truth after all. "Joe, when I go to bed now and I ... errrrrr, you know... have a wank, well... I think about you and wish you were there in me bed!" Joe was delighted since he acted much the same particularly if his finger was in action, "I wouldn't mind that at all..." "Really!" said Davis excitedly, having fantasised about having Joe in bed with him for ages. "Reckon we could just once?" he asked wistfully. "Yer, in the holidays... we could have a sleep over. Hey, then you could put yer cock up me all the time!" This was certainly moving their relationship on a step. As though to cement it David said, "Starting right now!" So, without further ado taking hold of his mighty quivering organ he pointed it in the direction of the promised land and hoping it was all as it was rumoured to be he pushed his little purple mushroom into the unknown. Joe grunted approvingly. However, mere grunting wouldn't open his sphincter which remained tightly closed despite David's best efforts. "Fucking hell!" said David, rather surprised, "It won't go in... oh hell... me cocks bending!" "Feels nice though!" replied Joe, "Hang on... I got an idea... move yer cock out the way." David drew back and he watched as Joe licked the very same finger he had demonstrated with earlier which he then pushed hard into his unwilling sphincter. "That's been up yer bum before!" David said grinning, fascinated as Joe's now well practised finger worked away until the muscle relaxed. "Oh shit!!" exclaimed Joe, who started to laugh when he realised what he had just said, "Too late now! Right come on Dave...get it up... please!" David resumed his position and put his arms around Joe's waist to steady himself as he pushed his cock once again at the target. This time however, he found that he was easily entering and was about to discover a whole new world with sensations to match. It felt like as though it was in a warm, slippery tunnel, the only thing he could immediately equate it with was rather like when he was masturbating using a lot of soap in the bath! The difference was that Joe's bumhole almost seemed as though it was trying to pull him further inside and of course, he could only go as far as his cock was long! Nevertheless it was a fantastic sensation. Joe, now masturbating like crazy just hoped that David might touch on his prostate, not of course that he knew it as that, more that there was just one certain spot up his bum which seemed to do the trick! The whole experience was considerably heightened by the almost sordid situation which the boys had created for themselves, being locked in a school toilet cubicle with the possibility of being discovered at any moment. It would have almost been easier to have got naked but to them, being half undressed and carrying out the act still wearing their underpants added hugely to the eroticism. If this was heaven then they were true believers! After less than minute, which seemed like several, both boys were pretty well on the way to an orgasm and Joe was now sweating a little as he rubbed his cock which was sticking out of the fly of his Aertex briefs. If those strange briefs had one advantage it was the fact that the material certainly stretched! David's heart was beating like a hammer and was feeling like he had never felt in his life before. The tip of his cock seemed to be on fire. At the end of every stroke he was allowing it to momentarily slip out of Joe's passage so he could get the most the most amazing sensation he pushed it back in through the muscle. He was managing to resist the temptation to touch it since that would certainly bring him to an instant climax. H continued towards the orgasm of his life, not least since he was physically inside the boy that he adored. Crash! The main door into the toilet burst open followed immediately by the sound of a large heavy object falling and spilling it's contents on the floor. "You fucking prick what you done now? Bet you're still fuckin' dreaming' about wot you did with that Martin!" That was followed by another boys voice, instantly recognised by both Joe and David as that of Art, Simon's older brother. "Fuckin' hell yeah.. I told you he's coming here now didn't I?" "Well I hope he does... I want to see his cock... and his blue pants!" "Wonder if they're still wet with spunk!" Laughter, followed by the sounds of rustling. "Oh shit, look that's it! The fucking strap has broke on me bag! Give us a hand, all me fucking books and that are all over the fucking floor!" "You wanna get a decent bleeding bag!" "Piss off and just give us hand!" Hearing the noise of the door crashing open David and Joe had immediately frozen and not dared not move for fear of being discovered. Poor David being the more timid of the two, was scared out his wits and convinced he had almost felt his racing heart suddenly stop and was now breaking out in an uncontrollable cold sweat. Joe was also very shaken having envisaged that he had almost been gripped by a large icy hand around the chest. Equally subdued, he knew they just had to be quiet and hide as best they could. Masked by the sounds of Art scrabbling around the toilet floor collecting up the contents of his broken bag, Joe gripped David's arm and managed a weak smile, then whispered urgently "Quick! Get up here on the bog seat, so if they look under the door they'll think nobody's in here!" Shakily, David quickly pulled at his shorts not noticing that he had simply bunched his briefs under his balls. With a little help from Joe he climbed up onto the toilet seat next to him. They held each other. It was an emotional moment that only pubertal boys of that age could really relate to. It wasn't love, more the cementing of a solid friendship between two confused growing boys who saw each other as soul mates. "You're shaking!" whispered Joe, "We'll be alright.." "Mmmm I know, but I'm shit scared." David's throat was dry. "Wot if they find us?" "Well they can't eat us, can they?" David's managed a weak smile, he squeezed closer to Joe. "Is the door locked?" asked Joe trying to look over David's shoulder, "I can't see." David turned, "Yes... but, oh... yer shorts have fallen off the door on the floor." "Oh shit!" said Joe. He looked down to see this white Aertex briefs peeping out below his shirt tails, "I forgot that. Be alright, we get `em later." "You got it all then now, Art?" "Think so. Bleedin' history stuffs a bit mixed up though!" Having now calmed down a little, the young boys recognised it as Nigel's voice. "Yer, but I have to get a new bloody bag... me mum will be moaning at me now for sure!" "Hey, you sure this bog is empty are you?" asked Nigel. "Well we made enough fucking noise, so I reckon we'd have scared any other bugger by now!!" replied Art giggling. To the sound of approaching footsteps Nigel said "I'll have a look. Anyway I like looking in bogs... you never know what you find!" "You dirty fucker! And wanking in `em!" said Art "So what you hoping to find this time! Hey, if you just bend down you can see if anything's on the floor!" "Yeah, right... wonder why that end door is closed?" "How the fuck do I know, go and have look!" said Art, "I expect it's bloody stuck, half the bloody bog doors in the school are either hangin' off or stuck!" "Yeah and we both know the stuff wot what makes `em stick don't we?" replied Nigel giggling as he walked over and rattled on the door. Inside, perched on the toilet seat trying to keep their heads down so they could not be seen either above or below the partition Joe and David were absolutely petrified and dared not even to breathe. They hugged each other with eyes closed. "Naw, that fucking door's stuck as well, hey but there's something by it on the floor though!" "Well let's hope it's a pair of pants!" said Art excitedly, "If they are my size I'll wear `em, I still ain't got none to wear again!" "You silly sod!" To the sound of Nigel's blazer buttons scraping against the door as he bent down to reach underneath Joe opened his eyes and looked down to see a grubby hand reaching through the six inch gap under the door and feeling for the mystery object on the floor. It was his shorts! "Got it!" exclaimed Nigel excitedly, "Oh fuck... hey Art, guess what?" "Wot is it?" asked Art as Nigel walked back holding his prize. "Fucking hell! It's a pair of grey shorts, you know what the first and second year kids wear!" "Wot, like Simon does?" Now it was Art's turn to get excited, "So there's some kid here going round without his shorts you mean?" "Fucked if I know," replied Nigel laughing, "but if he was I'd like to meet him and get me hand me up `im!" Art was in his element now. "Hey, let's see... any spunk stains in `em?" "Naw, but what a the dirty little fucker!" said Nigel, "Look he's got a hole in pocket so he can play with his cock!" Art's trousers were now starting to bulge again, made to look all the more prominent by the profusion of dried cum stains all around the fly. Nigel noticed and pointed, "So it's turned you on then has it?" Art grinned and squeezed the end of his growing cock, the rim of his helmet now becoming quite discernible through the thin material. "Fuckin' hell, `course it has, we could wank into `em!" he replied excitedly, "D'you reckon we could get Martin to do it with us?" "He's your fuckin' mate, you ask him!" replied Nigel laughing, "From wot you said about him earlier, sounds like he'll do anything for you now!" Art grinned, screwed his eyes up and squeezed the end of his now very obvious cock. "Come on, let's go and have a good look at these shorts under that light and see if the little bugger has cum in `em!" Joe looked at David in utter horror, as quietly as he could he whispered, "Wot they gonna wank their stuff in my shorts! On no, please no!" Now it was David's turn to be, as he thought, helpfully practical under the circumstances. "We can always wash `em!" he said naively! Which was undoubtedly the wrong thing to say! Joe looked utterly aghast at the thought of Art and Nigel, two boys who he only knew by sexual repute, getting enormous sexual gratification by masturbating over his grey school shorts and covering them in that strange smelly, sticky stuff called cum. He strained his ears, desperate to hear what was being said next as Art and Nigel moved off near a cubicle at the other end of the row. They weren't there for more than a couple of minutes muttering about holes in pockets and little sign of dried cum before the main door creaked open and a solitary set of footsteps entered. "Martin!" cried Art walking over "Knew you'd come. Nigel's here is that ok, you know him anyway don't you." "Yeah, well I `spose we do share a few a classes." replied Martin sounding just a little reserved as he had hoped to see Art on his own. Art sensed there was something. Was it that Nigel was there at all? It was time to start building bridges "Mart, it's all right, you'd guessed right back in the class this morning." "Wot?" asked Martin trying to remember just what had happened other than having the best ever wank of his life. "Well, you'd guessed that Nigel and I were, ummmm... a pair of wankers!" "Oh that!" said Martin grinning, "I bloody knew it, you two are always together and whispering and that." Art could see he was making progress. "Is it that obvious?" "Yeah, really... well that and you always seem to have a hard on when your'e together!" "Oh shit!" that did worry Art. Was it becoming that obvious? "D'you reckon anybody else has noticed?" asked Nigel. "Dunno." Martin was thinking, "Nobody else has said anything. Mind you not everybody admits to wanking do they... ummm, you know!" He broke eye contact, "I mean look at me, until this morning I wouldn't have fuckin' well dared admit it to anybody! And I'm still not sure about this now..." "Maybe it takes one wanker to know another one then?" said Art smiling, "And I could tell you were!" Nigel joined in "Mart, you don't have to, nobody's making you. It's all a bit fun and let's face we all wank every bleeding day so why not do it together and make it even more fun?" "Yeah, yer right, I `spose!" "Remember I said this morning you could just talk about it if you wanted, didn't I?"" said Art. Martin nodded and for a few seconds looked really embarrassed. He had always prided himself on not being seen playing with himself in public despite wanking morning and evening! "But Art, this morning how did you know?" he finally asked. "Easy mate." said Art grinning, "First, I've shared a desk with you in biology for the last year and every lesson you get a fucking great boner and rub it on the bottom of the desk and then you are always trying to look at me sideways to see if I've noticed and got one as well!" Martin went bright red! Nigel was giggling, however Art continued, "Plus I don't make a secret of it that I am a total wanker, it's wot I am, it's wot I love doing and I don't mind talking about it... do I Nige?" "No!" Nigel replied, "You see Mart, that me and Art are much the same when it comes to wanking, I guess we lucky 'cause we just ain't got the hang-ups that seems most of the boys here have." "And it's them hang-ups and the secretive bit that turns us both on!" said Art giggling a bit, "Well that and what pants they wear, if they got cum stains and all that... we love that Nige and me!" "I love looking for all that stuff as well... oh fuckin' hell! And I honestly thought I was the only one!" said Martin really surprised, "But I just kept it to myself and... ummmm ..." "And... you have a little wanky while you think about it?" said Nigel quickly before Martin could complete the sentence. "Yes! Yes! There," he said proudly, but still looking more than a little embarrassed "I've said it... I'm a wanker!" Art looked at him, "Was that hard to say Mart? Be honest." Martin looked Art in the face, "Yes! Well yeah it was! The truth is until this morning I wouldn't have ever dreamed I could ever fuckin' say it. I mean that Art, you ain't got no idea." "I fuckin' well have," replied Art, "I was just like you till I met Nige, I was a fuckin' secret wanker at it all the time. Nige, he don't give shit about being embarrassed and that... so now to be able to have a wank or play about with somebody and talk to `em about sex and all that, it's fucking brilliant." "I can see that now." said Martin, "So can I uummm... sort of join you now and again then, would you mind?" "You are a daft cunt!" said Art, "Do I mind? I want my cock up your ass or your cock up my ass, I don't fuckin' mind either way!" "That makes three of us now then, don't it?" added Nigel rubbing his swelling crutch, "I mean wankers, that is!" Martin grinned happily. His sensed life was about to change for ever. Nigel continued, "So, Art tells me you're a filthy boy who likes something up yer ass, is that right?" Martin went red yet again, "Yes." he said sheepishly. "Oh fuck!" Art was laughing, "Look here Mart if you gonna join us you gotta stop getting embarrassed and going fuckin' red... just don't think about it in the same way, see?" "I'll try," he said. Then in his new found freedom of innermost thoughts he summoned up the courage to add, "Up me ass, yes fingers and the odd carrot and that sort of thing!" Nigel listened avidly, "Nice... I ain't tried a carrot! But we got a special toy as well ain't we Art? Maybe if we all met at the shed one time we could have a bit of fun?" Art nodded in agreement, Martin somehow felt very nervous about meeting specifically for sex but knew he couldn't resist the invitation it for too long, he smiled and nodded. Art moved things on a step, "Mart, you remember this morning you said I could see your blue pants... well can I?" "I `spose so." he stuttered and started to fumble nervously at his fly, then realising that of course the zip was stuck so his pants were probably peeping out anyway. The last thing he thought he would ever have been doing today after being sent of by his mother looking so spick and span for school was to cum in those immaculately laundered briefs in class! That to be followed by his first ever severe bollocking from a teacher and now he was expected to give partial strip show in a smelly toilet to a pair of the boys with the dirtiest minds he had ever met! Nigel could see that Martin wasn't entirely uninhibited quite yet! As a helping gesture he wandered over, looked him square in the face and putting a hand round to cup his ass he said, "Come on Mart, I'll give you a hand..." What a feeling. He had never been held by another boy before and it was as scary as it was erotic. There was to be no escape, so here he was about to display his cum stained underpants and certainly be encouraged to get his cock out as well. Part of him really wished he wasn't there, whilst the other part was subjected to that wonderful feeling as his cock started harden and tent the front of his briefs. Looking over, Martin saw that by now Art's cock was at full stretch and the front of his cum stained trousers showed the outline in all it's scant five inches of glory. Nigel's own trousers were also bulging ominously as though there was something large hidden inside. The hands continued to slowly rub all over Martin's bum and around the ever growing lump at the front. With one hand massaging Martin's bum the other deftly slipped itself in through the broken zip, Martin started to say something but stopped when he felt Nigel's hot fingers kneading his ever hardening cock through his damp briefs. Withdrawing his hand and putting the damp fingers up to Martin's lips Nigel very deliberately said, "You dirty boy, your pants are all damp with cum! Maybe you need a spanking?" Before he could reply Martin heard the sound of a zip being pulled down, he quickly looked around and saw that Art had now opened his own fly and with no underwear to restrain it, his rather sore looking circumcised cock was sticking proudly in the air. Art grinned, reached forward around Nigel's waist and in one very experienced move soon had Nigel's zip pulled down to reveal the ribbed material of his white briefs pushing at the opening. "Get his trousers down now," said Art to Nigel, "and we can all look at each others!" Nigel need no second bidding and in a few seconds Martin was feeling a rush of cold air around his legs as his grey trousers dropped gracefully to the floor leaving him standing there in his white shirt tails which barely covered his pale blue Y-fronts, the tenting fly hiding no secrets as to how excited he was. Art, was now doing to Nigel just what he had done to Martin and his trousers were also lying crumpled around his ankles to reveal some very full and stained Y-fronts. Martin looked amazed, not only was he showing his underpants but he was closer to other boys than he had even been in his nightly fantasies. However his sexual journey had only just started and certainly wasn't going to stop there as both Art and Nigel had other plans. Nigel was now kneeling in front of Martin and started to first lick and eventually to suck the front of the blue briefs whilst his hands remained out side of the Martin's briefs and started to knead his bum cheeks and then the very sensitive area just behind his balls. Not one to be left out, Art had an idea too, in fact something he had thinking about since the biology class. He walked around behind Martin's back and started gently pulling at the blue lined waistband of his briefs, soon the inside of the waistband was showing the familiar logo of Lyle & Scott and seconds later it was low enough to reveal the top of Martin's sweaty crack. Art slid his drooling cock into the very top of the hot valley and proceeded to purposely deposit the odd blob of precum which dribbled slowly down until it went out of sight under the briefs. His hands traced Martin's crack from top to bottom outside the briefs, pushing them hard into the warm crevice and lingering around Martin's inviting little bumhole. By now Martin now visibly trembling, he didn't really know what was going on around him. His mind was in a spin whilst his swollen prick and bumhole were experiencing sensations which he never dreamed could possibly exist. Certainly the mornings events had rather unsettled him and those feelings were now compound since he had placed his all his trust in Art and Nigel who were themselves taking the opportunity to act out some of their own fantasies. All three boys now positively dripping precum. Art had dropped his trousers to his knees and had naturally, not noticed that they were catching the excess drips from his copious supplies of precum. Eventually Nigel stood up from the saturated pouch of Martin's briefs which was fairly sagging with the with mixture of saliva and precum. He looked the sweating Martin in the face, rubbed the front of his own briefs and smiled, he asked "Happy then, you dirty littler fucker?" Martin could only grin inanely and nod his head, Art peeped round over his shoulder and winked at Nigel who had now taken Martin's hands in his own, "Come on Mart you can pull me pant's down, then I'm gonna pull yours down, right" Martin would do anything they asked, he was on another planet. Shakily he grasped the sides of Nigel's white briefs and started to pull them down, despite having some trouble getting the front over Nigel's straining cock, he gasped when it finally sprung free into the daylight from under the elastic waistband. "Oh fuck!" was all he could say when he saw it. It might only have been five and half inches, but it was very, very thick. Impressive. That and the droopy foreskin still covering the end which looked as though, judging from the dribbles, that it was containing at least half a gallon of precum by itself! "Oh fuck..." he said staring at it in disbelief, "it's fucking enormous!" Not of course having seen many cocks other than very fleeting glimpses in the changing rooms, he really only had his own to compare it to and to be honest that wasn't much of a comparison! There was no turning back for him now, was this going to be embarrassing or was it going to be embarrassing! "Well let's see how you compare then..." said Nigel leaning forward and cupping Martin's sodden pouch in one hand whilst tugging the elastic down with the other. Art's hand's also mysteriously arrived just at the same time to help pull on the waistband at the sides. In a second Martin was standing there, with two virtually strange two boys staring at his very hard, but nevertheless thin, weedy cock. It could well have been something a thirteen year old would have been very proud of, but Martin wasn't thirteen any longer. A drop of precum slowly oozed out of the little piss slit and balanced for a second before running under the end of his wrinkled foreskin. Well, this was the big moment of truth for Martin. He had always been obsessed with the size of his cock, which was rather silly considering he was small in stature anyway! Even when just peeing he would hide it from other boys and in the gym changing rooms he would do anything to avoid it being seen. Strangely though, he felt the mornings activity with Art had been fine because his cock had not actually been out on display. Now there was no dodging the issue, in fact he was almost preparing himself mentally to make a run for it if they did start to laugh at him as he knew only too well from his experience in junior school. Martin looked up from his slender manhood, from the corner of his eye catching sight of Nigel's giant offering, it's droopy foreskin now overflowing with yet more precum and falling in long strands down onto his briefs below. He just knew they were now going to laugh at him and in all probability other than running away he wouldn't know how to handle it if they did. What would really make it worse would be the thought he was about to lose somebody that he thought he could trust and talk to about his typically mixed up adolescent sexual feelings and desires. His train of thought was rudely broken by the feeling of something warm and wet that was trying to push it's way up his bumhole! Looking round in amazement he saw Art grinning and waving a slimy looking finger! "Well, that's what you said you wanted, wasn't it ?" said Art as he returned his finger to it's previous task of trying to push itself past Mark's unrelenting sphincter. Martin wasn't sure what to say, he nodded and finally blurted out what was really on his mind, "But what about me cock?" "What about it? It's fuckin' cute!" said Nigel, bending down gently pulling the foreskin back to release the blob of the trapped precum which was now smeared over his finger. "Well... uummmm, I dunno... ummmm." Martin was at a loss. He wasn't expecting this. When were they going to start laughing "Well, wot's the problem? Hey, you all right... you gone all quiet." said Nigel looking up at him. Martin shook his head. He looked down at his cock then over towards Nigel's, he couldn't understand why they weren't laughing at him, rather like some other boys who cruelly had joked about seeing a small cock from another class. "No.. I'm fine.. I'm..." "Good!" Nigel interrupted sensing something was worrying him. "Hey, I got it!" He looked Martin in the face, "See Mart, I'm the biggest boy here, so I got the biggest cock... Art here, he's in the middle so he's got a middling cock and you ... well you're the smallest so you got the smallest cock... that make sense?" "So... you ain't gonna laugh at it then?" Martin was amazed and realising what he had just said, he added "But it's so fuckin' small... shit, I mean just look at yours and then look at mine... I worry about it being laughed at all the time." "Why? You silly sod! You got what you got, you can't do nothing' about it can you?" said Nigel rather philosophically "Anyway, we ain't like that, Art and I... are we?" "No, we ain't and we wouldn't treat out mates like that either." said Art, "Shit, I'd like a bigger prick but I can't have one and wot I got works so that's it!" "Anyway, so fuckin' wot, if it's small?" said Nigel winking, "It's fuckin' leaking cum and it's got us going hasn't it!" Martin had always been a rather emotional boy. Since he had first started wanking he had constantly worried about size and now he saw it obviously didn't matter. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he simply nodded in case his voice broke should he try and say anything. "Hey, enough of that cock size shit!" it was Art again, "Mart d'you want my cock up yer ass or not, or we gonna run outta time! It's gonna be a first for both of us!" Nigel grinned, "Go on, stick it up! I ain't never had it done either so let me know wot it's like! Anyway Mart, I got something else for you!" "Art, will it hurt?" asked Martin plaintively, his voice nearly cracking. He was quite overwhelmed to find that his new friends were far more genuine and sensitive than he could ever have possibly imagined. "Dunno, we ain't never done it before, but we keep talking about it!! But don't worry 'cause here's the fuckin' anaesthetic!" said Nigel as took the whole of Martin's four and a bit inches in his mouth in one gulp! Martin was literally speechless. He stood there open mouthed, wide eyed and totally rooted to the spot. "I'll take that as a fuckin' yes then!" said Art and with some force rammed his stubby index finger right up Martins ass, adding "And Nige, don't forget we gotta shoot over them shorts!" Martin winced, it was a combination of pain and intense pleasure. Certainly it became more and more pleasurable as the invading finger wormed it's way inside. He desperately wanted to act out a fantasy and do the very same to Art, but dared not admit it. Yet. Nigel nodded despite his oral ministrations. Suddenly he stopped and leaving Martins wet cock twitching mid air, stood up licking his lips he said, "Here Mart, you're cock don't half taste of old cum under yer winkle I'll bet you don't bloody wash it, you're a dirty little fuckpig! It tastes worse than Art's and he ain't even got an helmet!" Martin went bright red. "You silly fucker!" said Nigel laughing "I'm joking, it tastes fuckin' lovely!" "Must be from earlier.. yeah... in the lesson this morning with Art." stuttered Martin trying to sound convincing, knowing full well he had not bothered to wash it since the previous early evenings bedtime wank. "Of course! And last night!" replied Nigel grinning, "That's the trouble with a helmet!" Martin turned one shade deeper than red into a luminescent purple! "Don't worry... I know all about it!" said Nigel giggling. "Wish I had a foreskin!" said Art. Nigel sniggered, he had something else on his mind, "Now, listen, Mart, we know you're a small bugger so would you wear `em for us?" "Oh fuck! Brilliant... yeah! Please!" echoed Art, realising what was coming next. Martin stuttered, "But I just dunno... wear wot? Wot yer on about?" Art finally succeeded in getting two fingers slippery with saliva inside Martin's bum, who's eyes visibly watered. "Fucking hell... oh fuck!" he breathed in deeply and made a grab for his cock before Nigel could get it back in his mouth and started rapidly wanking. "Save it... Martin, bloody save it! Don't wank!" said Art very excitedly, "It's gonna get better, you see!" Reluctantly Martin let go, his hand now wet with Nigel's saliva, "But I gotta cum... soon... please, please!" "Nice eh?" asked Nigel, "Well you goin' to, just hold on... we could do wot we were going to with you wearing `em anyway!?" "I dunno wot it is you want, but I `spose so... then can I cum?" said Martin not having a clue what he was letting himself in for. "Oh you'll fuckin' cum! Don't worry about that." replied Nigel. "Right, let's get him in `em then!" said Art, slowly removing both his fingers with a slight plop and then immediately reaching down to grab one of Martins legs ready to start to pull his trousers off. "Fuckin' hell mate, hang on! I'll help you!" said Nigel excitedly as he also started tugging at Martins clothes. Whilst not being particularly big Nigel was quite strong and easily lifted Martin into the air so Art could pull his grey trousers off before he could protest! They decided to leave him with his briefs which were now around his knees and allowing his twitching cock to point up to the ceiling. Martin didn't cry out or argue at all, in fact he felt the whole experience of being forcibly undressed immensely erotic and was even more excited when they produced Joe's shorts and pulled them very roughly up which forced his briefs very firmly into his ass crack. "There," said Art as he managed to finally get the clasp to just about hold together on the waistband, "you're a bit big, but d'you like 'em?" Martin looked down to see his own cock which was sticking lewdly out of the fly of his cum stained briefs, all tightly framed by the grey of Joe's straining shorts. Yes. Yes, he really did like it, very much. So did Nigel who was scrabbling to undo his own trousers to give him more freedom, he knelt down in front of Martin and again started to lick the purple head of his cock entrapped through the fly of the shorts. "Oh fuck, hang on... I forgot something," said Art excitedly, "Nige, just stop a min and drop his shorts again..." "Wot! Oh fuck!" said Nigel sounding disappointed. He shrugged and did as he was asked, watching Art who was looking for something in a pocket. Martin stood there almost shaking in anticipation and wondering just what Art was going to do, he started looking very worried when he saw Art had produced a penknife and was going behind him. "Shit, wot you gonna do?" he asked anxiously as he looked over his shoulder. "I `spect he's gonna fuckin' circumcise you!" said Nigel giggling as he slowly pulled his own foreskin back and forth with a sort of squelching noise. "No! NO!" Martin was now really alarmed, "Art what you gonna do.. please!" "You stupid fucker," said Art laughing, "Couldn't do that, make too much fucking mess! I'm gonna make an hole in the ass of these shorts so I can get me finger up you whilst you're still fuckin' wearing `em!" All three boys started laughing and it was only a few seconds before Martin again found himself again tightly constrained in Joe's shorts with Nigel again on his knees in front of him, although this time he took Martin's entire cock in his mouth in one go. Whilst these three were giggling away, in the cubicle at the far end of the toilet Joe was literally crying on David's shoulder. Having heard what was going on he was dreading what they would do with his shorts when they had finished having their fun. Art, by now feeling as horny as hell, was pressed right behind Martin and had it in his mind that this was his big chance to actually get his cock up another other boys ass. Fantasies were over, it was time for the real thing! He undid the clasp on his own trousers and they fell slowly to his knees revealing, since he had no underwear, his spotty white bum contrasting with his very red and rampant prick. As was usual, lust was driving him forward whereas common sense and the very look of his own very heavily cum stained trousers, should had set the warning bells going in his head. Somehow he was going to have to account for his appearance not only to his parents, but to his peers in that afternoons lessons. Without any underpants the insides of his fly were streaked with precum which was soon transferred to the rear of Joe's shorts as Art manoeuvred himself closely behind Martin. Starting to run his fingers up and down the seam of the shorts he was trying to find the slit he had made, Martin meanwhile was very close to orgasm as Nigel was very rapidly perfecting his cock sucking techniques. "Oh fuck... I'm in..." groaned Art as his finger found the hole in the shorts, "Wot? Oh hell... you still got yer pants on... I forgot!" Martin couldn't care less, "Yeah! Well don't stop... I can't take `em off! Please just get on with it before I cum!" In fact Art wasn't that far off cumming himself, so knowing he had to make a move before he did, he shoved two fingers in through the hole as far as they would go which stretched the pale blue material of the Y-fronts over his finger tips. At this point Martin was positively squirming with delight as Art's frenzied fingers prodded away at his bumhole, the material of his briefs was being pushed up inside ahead of the two fingers. Martin didn't even seem to notice that one of Art's fingers had now poked right through the ribbed material to make contact with the rather slippery wall of his tight passage. Art realised what he had done and doubled his efforts to relax Martin's sphincter muscles prior to making his grand entrance fantasy come true! "Nige..." said Martin hoarsely, "would you stand up and put yer cock through the fly of me pants..." Nigel need no second bidding and started fumbling to get both cocks in position through the respective fly openings. "Why the fuck didn't I think of this! Yer, and you put your cock in mine... in here." He grabbed Martin and pulled him towards him in a sort of bear hug so that their crutches were forced together and Martin's head was all but resting his shoulder. For the second time in a short space of time this closeness was something which suddenly struck Martin as very worrying. He had never ever been that close to another boy and he briefly experienced that nervous feeling of a pit in his stomach. As before, he felt simultaneously very scared of his own emotions, yet captivated by the heavy eroticism of the situation. So this was Nigel, his new friend and now an intimate sexual confident. He was frightened of being that close to another boy, being able to see the bum fluff around his face and even the little acne spots on his chin. But here was and he was holding him, he could smell him, the sweat, the testosterone and above all the unmistakable smell of sex. God, he loved every second of it. Inside of Nigel's briefs, the pubic hairs felt very rough to Martin's delicate cock. Not being circumcised, his head which was usually protected was being subjected to some very new and most agreeable sensations, almost to the stage where he was barely able hold off cumming. Nigel was equally excited and as ever, his cock was positively drooling precum leaving it's very slimy trail all over Martins few pubic hairs, it had now poked it's way down under his balls to nestle and saturate the pouch of his briefs. Of course, with the two boys so excited and barely seconds away from orgasm it had to be Art who was to make it all happen. Seeing that matters were rapidly heading for a grand climax it didn't take more than a couple of moments for him to carefully withdraw his fingers from Martins ass without upsetting the trajectory. He could, he hoped, just make one huge push and get his cock up though the shorts, the hole in the briefs and into Martin proper. With Nigel hugging Martin and both of them rubbing their cocks in each other briefs Art had no option but to reach around both of them as he launched his attack. The very act of pulling all three of them together was enough as first Martin then Nigel started to climax and pump squirt after squirt of hot sticky cum into each others briefs. Art knew he was now about to cum himself and so he rammed his cock as hard as he could through the hole in the shorts! It was with a faint ripping sound that he found his much abused and sore prick was now in a strange new world. It was hot, deliciously slippery and strangely it almost seemed to grip him in. For Art, what with the emotional events of the morning and now finding his face buried in the back of Martin's neck drawing in the most intimate boy smells the equation was totally complete. Barely managing a couple of short strokes before the dam burst Art started to shudder uncontrollably and spew string after string of hot cum into and all over Martin's ass. Literally unable to control himself, with his back arching in spasm he pounded away. The slit in the rear of Joe's shorts ripping even further as he attempted time and again to get back inside Martin. With all three boys moving about it proved impossible and in his fervour he only succeeded in tearing the blue briefs as he rode up and down Martin's crack punishing his own cock as he did so. All three boys were absolutely spent both emotionally and sexually so they collapsed in a heap on the tiled toilet floor. Other than the sound of a dripping tap and some very laboured breathing the room was now deathly quiet. To David praying that Joe, who was still very distraught and clutching him, would remain silent it seemed an age before anybody spoke. "Fuckin' hell!" it was Nigel surfacing from the forest of arms and legs. He looked at his watch, " We got about ten minutes to lessons, shit we gotta move to clear this mess up!" ""How?" asked Art giggling from under the other two boys, "We all bloody well fell over when I came!" "Shit, and how... I ain't never cum like that before!" said Martin weakly, still sandwiched between Art and Nigel. Slowly they began untangling their legs, eventually and certainly rather shakily, they all managed to stand up to take stock of the situation. "Fuckin' assholes... wot mess!" Nigel looked down at himself, his cock was still on display but now shrunken with an enormous drip of cum hanging onto to the end. His white briefs were wet with his own precum and mingled with Martin's own orgasmic contribution. Even his trousers had not escaped, they lay crumpled around his ankles replete with some more very obvious globules of somebody's cum! Martin glanced down to see that Joe's light grey shorts were amazingly still around his feet. The many darker patches on them showed just where and how much cum it was possible for three adolescent boys to deposit. Knowing he had to get his own trousers back on he kicked the shorts off it and then when he saw the back of them it was obvious that Art had all but ripped the rear seam completely. Judging by the size of the wet patch around the hole he must have impregnated them with every sperm in his body! "Shit!" said Martin looking at them and grinning, "Gawd, Art you must `ave cum gallons!" "Felt like it..." said Art, looking a little worried as he felt the end of his shrunken cock, "but I reckon I've hurt me prick, the end don't half fuckin' well hurt!" However the state of Art's cock was soon forgotten and laughter took over when Martin tried to pull up his briefs. This was the point at which the reality of the situation dawned on him. Warily he looked down at himself again, almost as though he was afraid of what he might see. He was and with good reason. Whilst he had the same sexual urges as Art and Nigel in many other ways, typically his pride in his personal appearance, he was quite the opposite. Martin was appalled at what he saw, how could he ever explain his appearance to his obsessively fastidious mother and worse his stepfather. Just about everything he had on was either dreadfully pulled about or liberally splattered in cum. His new briefs were now absolutely stretched out of all recognisable shape and totally sodden from Nigel's enormous orgasm. It was when he tried to pull them up he realised that, courtesy of Art, the rear panel was also saturated. Worse he then discovered there was the huge rip in the rear which at the time had afforded him so much pleasure. Trying to put on a very brave face he pulled them right up much to the amusement of Art and Nigel. However it was when the cold, wet, repulsively sticky material started clinging to his legs that he really began to wonder what he had done. The bravado started to rapidly evaporate especially when he noticed his light grey trousers had already started absorbing the cum from his sodden briefs to produce some obvious dark patches. That was followed by rediscovery of the broken zip meaning he would be in school for the afternoon his fly wide open and his underpants totally sodden and stinking of cum. In was, without doubt one of those days. If not the most emotional day of his life. Staring with utter disbelief at his gaping fly and with tears welling in his eyes he muttered "I can't fuckin' do this... everybody will laugh... look me pants are soaked with cum... I stink of cum and me fucking trousers won't do up... me parents will kill me... help me... please...and..." Nigel turned, looked at him and realised this was now a serious problem for Martin. The afternoon lesson bell was only a few minutes away. It was no good, Martin couldn't keep it up the emotional strain of the day was too much. With a cracking voice he concluded, "and... me fucking stepdad will kill me... he fuckin' did it before... he's a fuckin' ... he's... he's ...!" Once again he could feel that nervous pit in his stomach, this time it was bigger and he felt it wanted to swallow him up. Would his new found friends turn out to be as true as he hoped? This was real test. "He's wot?" asked Nigel firmly, thinking somehow he had to get Martin back to earth. "He's fuckin' wot?" "He's wot?" echoed Art putting his arm around his shoulder. That did it. "He's..." was all Martin could say before he burst into tears and literally clung onto Art. "Oh fuck!" said Nigel, "Why didn't you do this earlier we only got ten minutes!" Martin sniffed and laughed through his tears, "Ummm... I can't tell you.." Nigel said, "Hey it ain't all bad, look I'm gonna tell you something that my mum did to me the other night when I went home looking like shit... and, you didn't know but Art's under a fucking threat to tidy himself up from his mother or she gonna sort him out." Martin looked in amazement. Maybe adolescent life wasn't so bad. "It's fuckin' true," added Art, "and wot's worse is that some bugger has pinched all me pants... that's why I ain't got none on and I don't know if it's me mum or that dirty little sod of brother Simon who's had `em!" Hearing all this Martin cheered up somewhat and thought that he had indeed struck lucky with his new friends. But what to do at that very moment? Both boys then started to tell Martin of the parental threats they had received and that they were both under strict orders to smarten themselves up or face some unspecified dire punishment! This brought him back to reality, "But what can I do now? I can't go to classes looking like and smelling this?" Nigel thought hard. What he was going to propose next would certainly get him off sexually and might just keep Martin from losing it later on in the day. "Uummm, Mart..." he asked, "well would it help if you and I swopped pants..." "Wot? How would that help?" Martin couldn't see how that would be of any use. Besides he had never even considered wearing another boys clothes. Ever. "See, mine are only a bit damp and..." Nigel continued, "and they don't smell anything like yours do... well you might get away with just covering up yer broken zip with yer bag... d'you see, 'cause you won't be stinking of cum either?" Martin did indeed see, he nodded and immediately started to undo the clip and dropped his trousers to reveal the offending blue briefs. The smell of cum was awful! "Fuckin' hell, you're right!" he said, "come on then get `em off!" Nigel smiled in anticipation and quickly pulled down his trousers together with his briefs leaving him standing there with the obvious signs of another growing boner! Art rubbed his crutch and stared, "Don't get me going again... please!" Looking over to Martin, Nigel thought that standing there naked from the waist down with his little purple mushroom barely poking out of the end of his wrinkled foreskin he looked good enough to the eat! His own cock took another lurch upwards as he took hold of the briefs soaked with his own cum! It wasn't easy putting them on as wet material clung to his legs and by the time he had them on they were bulging ominously. That certainly didn't go unnoticed by Art who's own trousers were now starting to swell again. Martin, stoked the sexual atmosphere further by saying, on looking at Nigel briefs, "Hey, white Y-fronts that's what I used to wear before I got these blue ones... with luck me mum will just think I wore some old ones today." On putting them on he smiled and said, "Shit... they're still fuckin' warm!" "More than your's are!" said Nigel. "How you gonna explain the zip then, Mart?" asked Art. "Well I'll just tell her it broke... I got another pair of these trousers, be OK I think." Sounding a lot more cheerful, he added, "If I can get away with it till tomorrow without me stepdad finding out... uummm it's him...oh, I hate him! I'll be alright." "You're fuckin' lucky, I only got the one pair at the moment and look at `em!" said Art gesticulating at the cum streaked mess. "Still it's Saturday tomorrow and if I can slip `em in the wash without mum seeing `em I might get away with it." "I gotta do the same," said Nigel, "else I'm gonna be homeless if me mum sees me like this again!" Nigel, feeling there was more to this than Martin was saying then asked, "So what about `yer stepdad then? Or shouldn't I ask?" Martin's mood changed rapidly, "Ummmmm... I don't know... ummm... please don't ask." "Can we help?" asked Art. Martin sniffed, "Well I'd like you to... but I don't know... but not now, please." "If it's any help," volunteered Nigel rather quietly, "I don't get on with my dad very well... I mean like, we just don't talk much or do anything together... he's not violent or anything." "Oh," said Martin, looking again almost like he was going to cry again. He continued and then stopped abruptly, "I wish it was only that mine didn't talk... he gets me... " Art filled the gap but didn't really know what to say, this family relationship stuff wasn't his thing, "I spose my dad's all right... I don't know... he makes me laugh! I ain't never thought about it really! He's just dad!" Nigel looked at Martin and raised his eyebrows, " See wot I have to put with for intelligent fuckin' conversation?" Martin raised a weak smile, "Yeah, some kids get all the luck!" Nigel moved over and put an arm around his shoulders, he said quietly in his ear, "Hey... if you ever want to talk about something, you let me know... you promise. I think I can guess." Martin fought back yet another tear, pursed his lips and nodded. He meant it, he had to talk to somebody about his stepfather's other life. The lesson bell rang and made the boys jump, they were still in another world. "Fuckin' hell!" said Art, scrabbling around trying to make himself look anything like barely presentable, "Come on you two fuckin' wankers... let's go!" "Oh Christ!" said Martin looking at himself in the mirror, "What a bloody mess!" "Just keep yer bag in front of yer cock and you'll be alright!" add Nigel helpfully, "At least you don't fuckin' smell of cum no more... think of it that way!" "There's one last thing to do." said Art reaching down and picking up Joe's shorts, he threw them right across the room to land in the end cubicle from where they found them. David and Joe heard them laughing as they walked out of the toilet and off up the corridor until the heavy door slammed shut behind them. "At last, they've gone." said David looking at Joe, "You alright?" "I `spose so. I don't know." Replied Joe rather limply, he bent down and grabbed at his shorts although on touching them he instantly recoiled and dropped them to the dirty floor. "Oh Dave, wot the fuck are they covered in... it's fucking awful... wot is it... wot have they done... and it looks as though they've bloody well ripped `em as well!" The lesson bell had already gone, time was running out and tears were already forming in Joe's eyes. David looked down at the sodden grey material and gingerly picked it up. "Oh hell, Joe... they've wanked all over `em... they're covered in this cum stuff if that's wot it is?" Joe gasped in despair. "I don't know wot it is." Being a second-year pupil in a large school was pretty much a non-event as far status and maturity went. Just about everybody from the older pupils up to the teachers more or less treated them a first-year's and that situation was not helped by the fact the second year's at this school still wore shorts. Therefore to Joe, seeing himself at the bottom of pecking order and still being treated as a "little boy", the thought of being without his shorts at the mercy of his peers was horrifying. And worse, he had not even contemplated what he could say to his parents on returning home without trousers! The clock was ticking and David knew he had to come up with something very fast or Joe was going to totally freak out and they would both be for it. "I got an idea." he nudged Joe, "Wot lessons you got this afternoon?" "I dunno... oh," muttered Joe rubbing the tears from his eyes, "I think it's double chemistry or physics or something and then followed by a single French." David smiled, "Then `ere..." he said starting to unzip his own shorts, "put these on..." Joe looked up, very red eyed, "Why? You daft fucker, why, wot you gonna wear?" "I'm gonna wear yours..." "Why?" Joe was waking up. "Because you silly fucker," replied David, "I got a double metalwork, so I can wear a white coat over the top and that's followed by the same bloody French class you got... so if you can hide me ass in and outta class we'll get away with it!" "Why you doin' this for me?" asked Joe, looking him straight in the face. "I don't know and I can't explain!" replied David very awkwardly, "Look just put these bloody shorts on and lets go before we are any later." Joe took the shorts and pulled them up, "They're warm!" he said in surprise. "Of course they're fuckin' warm!" replied David, "Don't bloody talk, please let's go!" "But you..." "No, no! You stupid sod! Please shut up and let's go." said David interrupting him and sounding rather emotional. "Please, just do it." Then in an uncontrolled moment he even surprised himself, reached over and pulled at Joe till he almost overbalanced and hugged him. Tears ran down his face, he wiped them away with his hand and wiped it on the back of Joe's blazer. Joe smiled, looking directly into David's eyes again, "Oh fuck! Hey, don't cry, I think I know wot it is... but the truth is I feel the same way!" "I knew it, Oh my god!" David blurted out. Joe grinned, "So did I, but I'm upset, I'm happy!" "Well, lets hurry up or we are gonna fuckin' bollocked for being late!" said David sounding worried. He purposely avoided further eye contact and bent down to pick up the soggy shorts and obviously with a fair amount of revulsion he put them on. "Turn around..." said Joe. "Oh fuck!" "Is my ass on show?" asked David earnestly, "They feel all sort horrible and sticky and I can smell the cum... can you?" "Well, sort of and I can see yer pants a bit!" replied Joe honestly, "But, the smell isn't quite so bad! Do you still want to do this for me?" "Yes! I do and I'll keep me legs together and hope they don't notice me pants!" said David albeit, not very enthusiastically, "But, it'll be alright when I get home `cause me mums working till five tonight." "Well let's get going then or we will be late." said Joe, "But first, just come over here..." "Why, we ain't got time, let's go! Please." "We have for this!" replied Joe as he moved over and gave David another hug. "Oh shit!" said David rather nervously. "Oh no." "Sorry, but I'm not very good at things like this!" Joe looked rather uncomfortable when he realised what he had done, "Oh shit... I'm sorry" "Don't be," replied David, "I'm no bloody good at it either, but I feel the same." They hurried out of the toilet and up the corridor. There was not a lot to be said really and neither knew how to say it anyway! Chapter 19 to follow.....