Date: Mon, 05 Apr 2010 16:56:02 +0100 From: Tom Subject: Brief Encounters Chap 52 Brief Encounters - the ever continuing saga... eekkk! First the mandatory warnings and disclaimers - basically don't read this if the naughty sexual exploits of young teenage schoolboys do not appeal. The characters depicted are fictional and not intentionally based upon any one person... although, if you do suddenly find yourself in the middle of the story just think how lucky you are! This is ostensibly a work of fiction, albeit with a few memories from my own school days plus some of the many invariably unspoken fantasies which I and my "best friends" would only ever rarely admit or allude to when we were at that very special, trusting and certainly innocent age. Today, it's very hard to imagine what it was like without the internet to immediately help conjure up fantasies based on images, webcams, stories or chat. Our sex lives were entirely dependant upon a very fervent imagination and thus being able to create our own fantasies usually based on friends and what we saw happening beneath the desk or in the changing rooms! I make no excuses for the fact that underwear features prominently in this story, because quite frankly it did, it was a very visible and tangible connection between us and our ever developing fascination with sex! It's important to remember that other than the very rare sexual extrovert, we never dared mention the subject because we were just too embarrassed and nobody understood what was happening to us anyway! You might call it a story about the age of discovery - usually in bed - or if you shared a bedroom with a brother, then discovery would be in the bathroom! Do note, at the time of writing the story itself is not finished and for better or worse, it has now turned into a work of some length but I will regularly post updates and there are more than enough pages written to keep it going! Nifty require a text file so if the formatting or punctuation go slightly up the creek you now know why! And, also during the writing for various reason I have had to change character names, so I hope for continuity they are now correct! Finally, I hope you enjoy it and please, please do let me have any comments or suggestions and for some of you I it might even jog a memory or two, three if you are lucky... I would be intrigued to learn! Tom email: amias09@fastmail.fm ******************************************************************************* Sorry about the frequency of the posts, but panic not we will get there in the end!!! Comments welcum. ****************************************************************************** Chapter 52 -- Woodsmanship If you go down in the woods today, you're sure of a big surprise If you go down in the woods today, you'd better go in disguise For every bear that ever there was will be wanking there for certain because Today's the day the teddy bears all have their pricks out Prostate proking time for teddy bears, The little teddy bears are having a lovely time today Watch them cumming in their underwear And see their pricks out on their holiday See them gay-ly dance about They love to poke and shout And never have any cares At six o'clock their mummies and daddies Will take them home to bed Because they've been humping other little teddy bears If you go down to the woods today you'd better not go alone It's sticky down in the woods today but better than wanking at home For every bear that ever there was will gather there for certain because Today's the day the teddy bears will have their pants down (With apologies!) Being unsure where the shed actually was, Ian had arranged to meet Nigel and Art not far from his house which would save carrying a small bag of tools any further than he had too. Art had already primed Nigel what he wanted Ian to do both in terms of diy and sexually. Nigel though, quite sensibly suggested that if Ian didn't appear to be very taken with the sexual aspect then Art shouldn't push the subject otherwise he could well ruin a perfectly good friendship. Ian had two worries of his own. The first was fairly simple in that his cock had taken an unduly heavy pounding over the last twenty four hours and felt like it! The second was of the more emotional kind, since he knew that he wasn't quite his normal bubbly self, something that Nigel soon picked up on as they walked along. Without any hesitation he simply asked outright if there was problem. Ian, still feeling confused over Kevin was only too relieved to unburden himself and relate the stimulating tale of sex in a tree house. Nigel was very amused to see that Art was quite enthralled by the more intimate details of the encounter and positively ecstatic that something had driven Ian to make the move to seduce Kevin in the first place! At that point, much to both Ian and Nigel's surprise Art then went to admit that he also found himself attracted to some of the younger boys in the school and if given the chance would happily get a hand or anything else he could in their grey shorts! On hearing that Ian felt considerably happier in himself and coupled with Nigel's sagely advice that it was probably just a phase they were all going through he soon began to look and sound more like his old self, even if his genitalia were feeling distinctly second hand! However, seeing the dilapidated shed looming in the distance Ian looked nervously around unsure as to what was going to happen next, all he knew was it involved some carpentry, exactly what he didn't know. The nearer they got to the shed the more nervous he became knowing that naturally Art would have something planned which would undoubtedly lead to sex, but what? Pulling a hand from deep in his pocket Art fumbled around in the plastic shopping bag he was carrying and looked at Ian and grinned as only he could, unable to resist Ian smiled back. "Yer, cop hold of these." Art pushed a pair some dirty looking white briefs at both Ian and Nigel. "You bastard!" Nigel started to laugh. "No, not again.. you don't do you!" "Who's are these?" asked Ian looking at the stained briefs. "You ain't doing wot again?" "Who's? Fuck knows!" replied Art shrugging his shoulders. "They's wot fuckin' Simon nicked from our changing room the other week innit! Could have been anybody's in our class. You have a look, some of `em have got spunk stains in 'em!" "Wot!" Ian's premonition was rapidly coming true. Art certainly had something planned and he was definitely going to be involved. Featured probably. "Where's your's then?" asked Nigel. "You only got two pairs?" "Fuckin' got 'em on ain't I!" replied Art grinning. "wasn't gonna wear me new ones here for this was I?" "Wot'd you mean, new ones?" asked Ian slowing picking up on the comment. "You mean somebody's fuckin' bought you something new at long last!" "Fuckin' right mate," Art grinned again, "Me dad got me some of them coloured bikini ones." "You lucky cunt!" Ian sounded genuinely jealous as he thought of his own mothers recent purchase. More boring white Wolsey briefs. "Hey, hey.. we'll all have 'em one day Ian." said Nigel noting the tone of his voice. "Sorry. It's `cause me mum bought me them new white ones only the other week, I'll be wearing 'em for fuckin' ages." "You and me both." Nigel smiled. "Nevermind, meantime we gotta do some work." "And," said Ian, "It's just that wot with Kevin in his blue ones and now Art, seems everybody `cept me is getting some." "We could swop and I'll let you wear mine for a day if you want!" said Art grinning as they approached the shed. "No dirty bum though! Now let's fuckin' get in here sort it out." "Would you?" Ian concluded that to share another boys underpants must be one of the ultimate signs of friendship! "Yer, why not, but only if you wank in your's first!." said Art grinning. "Now come on Nige and get this bloody door open." Nigel battled with the ancient padlock for a full minute, eventually the door creaked open to produce a cloud of dust highlighted by the sunlight streaming in through the dirty window. "Right," Art stepped inside and appeared to take control, "first, you two have gotta put them pants on.." "Why?" asked Ian innocently. " `cause you don't wanna make a mess in your's do you!" "D'you think we might then!" said Nigel unbuttoning his jeans whilst trying to keep a straight face after knowing what a pair of cum soaked specimens they had turned into the previous day. "Yer, that'll be part of the fun, won't it Ian?" "Wot? Uumm... I'm fuckin' lost Art, wot are you on about?" "First, `cause we're gonna start doing our bit of woodwork wearing these pants and no jeans!" said Art above the noise of his own fly being slowly unzipped. "Then we'll be in the mood for a bit of.. well, you know!" Ian looked at Nigel in amazement and hesitantly felt for his zip. Nigel merely raised his eyebrows, his jeans were already undone and fell around his knees to reveal an ominous wet bulge in his white briefs. "You've started then!" said Art pointing and giggling as Nigel started to pull them down. With no choice, Ian dropped his own jeans and looked in amazement as Nigel grinned and tried to stuff his thick and hardening cock into the dirty Y-fronts which Art had given him to wear. "See I got mine on, told you." said Art proudly kicking off his jeans and standing there in some baggy briefs with an obvious yellow stain on the fly. "Cor, look at them!" said Nigel looking at Art. "Whoever had them must have pissed himself!" "Bloody hell Art!" exclaimed Ian seeing the silhouette of Art's cock against the window, it was plainly very, very hard! "Get 'em off Ian!" said Art nudging him. "Bet it's hard!" "Well wot d'you expect!" Ian dropped his jeans allowing the spunk stained briefs to be caught in the sunlight. "Fuck me, they're about as clean as wot Art normally wears!" said Nigel still grinning, he bent over for a closer look. "Cor, you can smell the cum!" exclaimed Art sniffing excitedly. "Have you wanked in 'em today?" "Oh no! Fuck!" Blushing, Ian shuffled his feet and clutched at the pair of briefs Art had given him. Being very particular about his personal cleanliness Ian would normally have joked about Art's comments. But today of all days he was clearly very embarrassed at being caught wearing a pair of dirty underpants being all that was available. As had happened before, Nigel seemed to sense when somebody was having trouble and came to the rescue. Acting almost like a very caring big brother he simply put his hands around Ian's slim waist and pulled his briefs down allowing his cock to spring upwards to his stomach. "Give us them," he said taking the briefs from Ian's hand, "and get `em over that cock of yours then we'll be ready to do the woodwork bit." "Uumm.." feeling somewhat confused Ian dried up and just looked at Nigel who smiled reassuringly back. "Don't worry, these things happen." Ian's weekend had had started off with the ritual self abuse, moved on to seduction and now it felt as though it was verging on the bizarre. And, made all the more surreal since the three boys were standing in a disintegrating garden shed with monster erections wearing little else but some unknown boys very dirty underpants! "Right now that's sorted," said Nigel sounding as though he wanted to move the situation on, "so Ian, get to work before Art cums in his pants. Just look at the dirty fucker he can't leave it alone!" At first Art giggled and then looked at Ian as he pulled his hand from the dirty briefs. "D'you know wot mate," he said purposely maintaining eye contact "we all have funny days. I had one last week." "You did?" said Ian quietly. "I did." Art nodded. He had a pretty god idea of how Ian was feeling and wondered where they would be without Nigel's steadying influence to guide them. "Honestly?" "I did." Art paused. "See, I gets muddled up as well.. like with boys.. you and Nige and that.. and then.. then" "And then.." asked Ian expectantly. "With the.." Art glanced at Nigel and swallowed, "well, with some of the younger kids like in Simon's class!" "So it's not just.." Ian never finished the sentence Nigel cut in. "No it ain't just you. We're all fuckin' confused. See I don't reckon there's a boy in the school who can't say he don't or hasn't fancied another boy at some time. D'you honestly?" "No. I `spose not." said Ian after thinking about it. "But, but I'm worried. Because I'm gonna turn out queer or something." Art suddenly laughed, "You daft bugger, Nige and I had this same conversion the other day, didn't we?" "Yeah, we decided we ain't queer." said Nigel proudly. "Look, remember the first thing is we've fuckin' grown up together in this school and we just likes wanking and that sorta stuff together! Bloody hell, Ian think about it! For fucks sake, we're fifteen year old boys and all we do is wank, that's wot fifteen year old boys do, we're non fuckin' stop wankers. We wank all fuckin' day and that's wot we do! I'd bet there ain't a boy in the class who don't do it less than twice a day!" "Honestly, is that wot you think?" said Ian. This was very reassuring news. "Yer, I do and I also think if you get fuckin' muddled up again like this, you just fuckin' talk to us and don't go getting all worried `cause that's wot yer mates is for innit?" Ian nodded. A lump in his throat precluded any speech. Just as Martin had discovered, on the surface Art and Nigel appeared to be a pair of rough diamonds, but that totally masked the intense nature of the friendship they offered. For Ian, something of this depth was without doubt a totally new experience. "He's fuckin' right." said Art nodding in agreement. "I also think," said Nigel with a wry grin, "that in like, say four or five years time, we'll have all gone though this phase and we'll be out there shagging girls!" "Girls?" said Ian, a smile finally came over his face. "Wot they!" "That's better." said Art with a wink, "Now, maybe even better, we could be out there shagging both girls and boys!" "Yeah, I can fuckin' well see you doing that!" Nigel laughed. Growing up wasn't that easy, but at least Nigel's home brewed philosophy helped lighten the burden and put a few things in perspective. "Right, good. Now that's all sorted then!" Art grinned and waved a damp looking finger he had just pulled from his briefs in the sunlight, "So Ian, now get yer fuckin' tools `cause wot I want you do is this... it's very easy.." "You all picked one then, have you?" asked Tom climbing up onto a fallen tree trunk and waving his arms in the air in a vain attempt to get the boys attention. "Yer, course we have." "Can I feel yer bum?" "Wot he's doing, is he gonna jump?" "You can feel mine!" "Get on with it then." "Yeah, wanker!" "Hurry up." "And get yer shorts off!" "Oh for fucks sake shut up!" Tom cried in desperation. "I'm gonna count to three then we're all gonna unfold the bits of paper we've drawn and find out who it is. Right?" "About bloody time!" added Joe reaching up and rubbing his hand over Tom's shorts. "Fuck off!" "Ain't I got nice ass as well then?" asked David. "Hhmmm.." "Shut up! Now, ready.. one.." shouted Tom "Two.." other voices started to join in. "Two and half!" "Three..." they all shouted. "Now unfold 'em and let's see who it is." said Tom excitedly. For a few seconds other than the rustling of paper the woods went quiet. "Bollocks!" Alex was the first to speak. "Is it you then?" asked Brian expectantly. "No, it fuckin' ain't!" said Alex sounding very disappointed. "I'd hoped it would be!" "You disgusting boy!" said Jimmy looking round. "Well who is it then?" "Ah fuck!" said Tom stepping down from the tree trunk. "It's you innit then?" said Brian. He grinned and walked over pointing. "Yer, yeah it is." replied Tom rather sheepishly. "Really, I didn't mean it be." Since joining the group Martin had hardly said anything. However, now it was different. The thought of joining the younger boys to explore Tom had tipped the balance. With his mind whirling with ideas and his cock leaking precum in anticipation he launched into the conversation. "Hey Tom," he said excitedly, "when yer blindfolded why don't you sit on this log with yer legs apart, then we can stand right in front of you while you check us out to guess who it is and all that." "Ooh, I like the sound of that, Mart." said Brian. "But, who's gonna time him then?" "You could sit on his knee with a watch if you wanted!" said David starting to giggling again, "Or, I `spose whoever ain't being groped could do the timing then, I mean we don't have to be accurate do we?" "Yeah, sounds good to me. And, when you stand in front you gotta push yer self right into me... we all gotta enjoy this!" Tom purposely rubbing the front of his shorts before sitting down on the log with his legs rather suggestively wide apart. Joe quickly bent down and peered up the legs of Tom's shorts. "Usual white pants then!" "Well, you'll have 'em off me quick enough won't you!" replied Tom grinning. "Anyhow, now I'm gonna sit here just like Mart said. Look, there's a scarf in me bag that I had the bits of paper in, I brought it for a blindfold so tie it round me head." "Here, I'll do that." said Martin quickly stepping forward and grabbing the plastic bag. "Looks like his school scarf!" said Jimmy in surprise. "Bloody hell, he's found a use for it!" said Brian smiling. After pulling out the maroon striped scarf Martin couldn't resist thrusting his erection into Tom's back as he wrapped the scarf around his head. Now unable to see and feeling rather vulnerable to Martin's advances, Tom clenched his fists to counteract the emotional butterflies that had so rapidly filled his stomach. Martin, having leapt a little too eagerly to the task of blindfolding and inevitably touching Tom was now experiencing very similar emotions and beginning to rue the his decision to attend in the first place. Previously by physically distancing himself he had been able to keep his emotions under control, now though he was forced to admit to himself that he was besotted with the younger boy. Alex and Tom weren't best friends for nothing, they confided in each other. So, as Alex saw it the immediate problem was to stop either Martin or Tom making it too obvious to the other boys. After watching Martin handling Tom, Alex saw the change in his expression and quickly realised that Martin's infatuation was starting to get the better of him. The situation needed to be turned around before either boy made a fool of themselves. "Oi, Mart come on and get out the way." Moving next to him Alex gently pushed him away from Tom. "Don't hog him! Let him check out one of us first, you'll get your turn later." "Right, who's it gonna be then?" said Joe looking around before pointing at Brian and raising a finger to his lips. "Wot about you!" With several excited voices urging Tom to reach out and grab him, Brian moved slowly towards the log, the bulge in his shorts was unmissable. "Move over." Alex took the opportunity to push Martin to one side. "You've guessed ain't you?" whispered Martin nervously. "Is it obvious. Oh fuck!" "Yer, course. We're best mates ain't we, Tom and me. We tell each other things, but don't worry, nobody's gonna find out." Alex smiled and brushed his hand over his bottom, "See, the thing is we both want you and it ain't no secret between us!" "Oh fuck!" said Martin. "Wot. Both of you?" "Yeah, that's wot we'd really like.. a fuck with all three of us!" "Wot!" "Yeah, just think, we could have Tom in the middle.. he fucks you and I fucks him!" "No! Wot!" Martin's mind was in turmoil. This was one scenario he'd never even conjured up in a bedtime fantasy. "When? How?" "Well it'll have to be fuckin' soon by the look of yer shorts!" said Alex glancing down at the sunlight glancing off the growing wet spot. "Oh shit!" Martin looked down and sighed. Finally he managed a smile. "Silly, innit?" "No, not if you like him?" "I dunno, I'm older and that. I just know it ain't quite right." "So?" replied Alex avoiding the ethical question. "Does that matter.. I mean for today?" "I dunno. It must or I wouldn't be worried would I?" "But yer here right now, so why not?" said Alex. He then started to grin, "Hey.. why don't you cum when he checks out yer shorts, then you'll be with him as another victim and nobody would know would they?" "Wouldn't that be too obvious?" Martin thought for a few seconds then smiled. "No, no, yer right. I just know I'm gonna cum as soon as he puts his hands up me shorts anyway!" Having finished thoroughly exploring Brian's shorts and everything below his waist Tom was on a positively sexual high and fostering a distinctly wet patch on his Y-fronts, much in fact as the excited audience were also experiencing! Brian limped off with one hand down the front of his shorts nursing his erection whilst telling himself that he just had to wait until it was his turn to explore Tom before he could allow himself to cum! Who though, Tom wondered would be next, could it be Martin? After some distant murmurings and a few footsteps Tom sensed somebody else was now standing before him, instinctively lifting his legs he wrapped them around the mystery boy and pulled him closer. Reaching forward he squeezed something unmistakable very hard through the layers of clothing causing a sharp intake of breath just as his other hand snaked to the rear. Whilst kneading the tent in the front and having traced the outline of the underpants through the shorts Tom slowly and tantalisingly slipped a hand up the leg to feel the rear of the briefs. "Fuckin' hell! Aertex undies!" cried Tom "Joe, it's you innit?" "Bollocks!" replied Joe laughing. "I knew once you felt me pants you'd guess, never mind I'll have me hand up yours shortly!" "Tom, yer time was nearly up," said David, "you gotta be quicker next time. Ready, here's the next one." As Joe walked away, another pair of feet flattened the grass on the way towards the log and stopped. "Fuckin' hell, I can't do much more of this or I'm gonna cum in me pants!" said Tom rubbing his shorts. "We all wanna watch if you do!" said Brian laughing. "I nearly did just now!" With that Tom lifted his legs and pulled the next boy closer to him. Who it was was immediately obvious since his size gave him away, it had to be Jimmy. Not wishing to disappoint him too quickly Tom started to force his hands up the legs of the shorts and under the tight elastic of his briefs. "D'you know Jimmy," said Tom struggling to get his fingers anyway near Jimmy's cock inside his briefs, "You really gotta get yer mum to buy you some bigger pants, I can't get me bloody hands in here at all!" "You tell her, she won't listen to me! I'm sick of these Woollies things!" replied Jimmy with some feeling, "She thinks cause I'm small she can still buy the kids stuff for me. "Hey, I got some old ones that would fit you, if you want." suddenly volunteered Martin much to everybody's surprise. "Have you? Would you?" asked Jimmy excitedly. "Yeah, they're only old Y-fronts, too small for me now but they'd do you.. especially for things like this!" "Yes!" Jimmy was now smiling. "I do... please." "Oh fuck this for a game of soldiers!" exclaimed Tom still battling against the elastic. Pulling both his hands out and blindly grabbing at the legs of the shorts he tugged them down which left Jimmy standing there in a very tight pair of briefs. Bursting into laughter, Jimmy who was anything but shy pulled them down himself allowing his much abused cock to twang upwards, grabbing Tom's hand he directed onto his cock. "Now rub it!" he demanded to the great delight of the watching boys. "Sorry! Times up! Put him down!" said David laughing and interrupting them after a few seconds. "Wouldn't be fair if he got longer would it?" "Bollocks!" said Jimmy making a face. "Don't get much for a minute do you!" "Not a lot! But, tell you wot ," said Tom giggling, "when you got them other pants we'll do this again to make up for it!" As Jimmy struggling to pull up his shorts over his painfully stiff cock, David sidled over towards Alex and indicated that he and Alex should go over to Tom together. Hearing the suppressed giggles of the other boys as they realised what was to happen Tom raised his head wondering whatever was being planned next. Running through the list of boys in his head the butterflies gave a momentary flutter as he speculated who it was going to be next. Surely Martin had to appear soon? "Right who's next?" called out Brian knowing full well who it was. David and Alex stood side by side in front of Tom, unaware that they were both there he raised his legs as before and clamped them together forcing both boys into his groin. "Fuckin' hell there's two of you!" he said in amazement having discovered there were four legs not two! "Right let's see if I can tell who's who!" With the other boys laughing Tom stretched out both arms and grabbed a handful of buttock in each. Twisting the boys around he forced them to stand virtually face to face, so close that the tents in their shorts were touching each other. Despite advising Martin on the problems of infatuation Alex couldn't practice what he preached and had been getting himself more and more worked up as the events had unfolded. Incredibly excited, to the delight of the audience he put a hand down and squeezed David's cock guessing there was good chance he had a wet spot as well, a good guess! The best was yet to come, as not only was his closest friend Tom about to molest him in public, but pretty soon he was also going to find his way into Martin's cummy shorts. Turning around innocently enough, he purposely caught Martin's eye and maintained contact for a few seconds. That, plus the sight of Tom, David and Alex groping each other less than six feet away was having a disastrous effect on Martin. Barely able to control himself from cumming without even touching himself, the bulbous wet patch on his shorts testified to his excitement. The situation could only be destined to get worse and now heightened by Alex who kept looking over at him and smiling. "You gonna give `em two minutes Brian?" asked Joe. "You ought to, 'cause there's two of 'em after all." "Yeah. I wanna see this." said Jimmy still with one hand down the front of his shorts. "I `spose so." replied Brian. "It's getting good innit?" "Fuckin' right it is!" said Tom excitedly. "Now you two, turn round and let's see wot you got under yer shorts." With that he twisted the two boys round through a hundred and eighty degrees so their bums were now together and the front of their straining shorts on full display. Now they faced the other way Tom allowed his hands to wander all around their shorts tracing the outline of their briefs before stopping and holding onto the bulge at the front. "You dirty sods!" he exclaimed. "You both been leaking in yer pants!" That really centred the attention on Alex who's shorts were glistening, he giggled but nevertheless went a shade of deep red. "And, this one," said Tom indicating Alex by running his fingers over the wet area, "I reckon he's cum in 'em! I want somebody to have a look!" "No I ain't.. I ain't!" cried Alex. It was too late Tom already had his shorts pulled down to his knees exposing the dark wet patch on the front of Alex's pale blue Y-fronts. "I'll do it!" said Jimmy and rushed over. Pulling the elastic away from Alex's stomach he peered in and then without giving it a second thought put a hand down and scraped some of the slime off the fabric. "Well?" said Tom. As he waited he rubbed the very familiar ribbed cotton between his fingers. "Y-fronts.. it's Alex innit?" "No, he ain't Tom." Jimmy stopped and licked his finger which brought some groans from the excited boys. "It's just precum, his willie's like a dripping tap!" "And this one?" said Tom suddenly swinging round and pulling David's shorts right down to his ankles which brought another very audible gasp from Brian. Martin squeezed his legs together as hard as he could in an effort to contain the threatening ejaculation. The sight of David just standing there in his powder blue bikini briefs with an equally impressive bulge and wet spot was almost the tipping point. "My turn!" said Joe quickly moving over towards David. Much to both their enjoyment Joe repeated exactly what Jimmy had done except instead of collecting his sample from the briefs he managed to pull David's foreskin back and wiped his finger around that instead. Tom meanwhile had been running his hands around the low waistband of David's briefs and admiring the softness of material, much softer than his old Y-fronts! "Dave, you and Joe are right pair of fuckin' little wankers!" he said quietly. "Wot, just like you and Alex!" David replied laughing. "Fuck off!" "Right, times up!" called out Brian. In fact time had been up a couple of minutes before, but the situation had been too arousing to be curtailed! Much to everybody's delight Alex and David shuffled off with their shorts still around ankles which took the immediate attention away from Tom who remained on the log with his legs apart. Had anybody peeped up the legs of his shorts they would have seen he too had now managed a wet patch, it had been near thing but he had just managed to stave off a full ejaculation. Finally, as if he didn't know Brian called out. "Now, who's next?" Everybody knew who was next. Everybody, was keenly anticipating finding out what was in those tenting shorts and making them so translucent that when the light caught them the pale blue of the Y-fronts was plainly visible. "I think it's you now innit?" said Alex winking at Martin and putting a finger to his lips to indicate silence. Martin slowly nodded and looked over to Tom who was waiting, his legs open ready to receive him. It was the moment he had both dreaded and waited for, unsure if he could even walk the few paces before he came in his shorts. Hidden in the bushes Barry and Robbie watched spellbound. Having a hand down the front of each others shorts, the thought of watching as the entire show unfolded was beyond their wildest dreams. ******************************************************************************* Chapter 53 to follow