Date: Wed, 21 Mar 2012 10:24:43 +0000
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief Encounters Chap 92

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

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>>>>>>>>>>> NOW YOUR ATTENTION dear and faithful readers - please note I
expect the next enthralling episode to be published in three weeks and not
two as usual since I am shortly going to be away for a few days.

On that point can I ask for those who regularly read the story to let me
have your opinon as to whether I should maybe change to posting weekly with
say half the content that I would normally post fortnightly? The advantage
of the fortnightly posting as I see it is that it give more por less a
complete chapter at at time.  Your thoughts on this would be very welcome.


>>>>>>>>>>> AND, whilst I am putting out messages I have not heard any more
from a certain master Roger who sounded a disgusting little boy who should
have featured in the story! I suspect it's due to a (free) hushmail account
imploding after the regulation three free weeks and thus losing all
emails\contacts. By no means an unusual event and in all honesty I don't
think Husmail is worth the effort or really any better than anything else
unless you are using the pay service. Besides the very fact you using a
Hushmail account infers you are up to nawty things in the first place, not
of course that I would know anything about that side of things.

I digress. So young ROGER if you are reading this please feel free (no pun
intended) to resume contact as I liked some of the ideas you were giving
me.

Now on with the epic...

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Chapter 92 – Art is a little overcome


"Where's that bloody Art got too?"

Ian glanced at his unfaithful Timex watch. "I Dunno, but he's nearly twenty
minutes late."

"Is that, that fuckin' watch that keeps stopping?" asked Nigel peering
over.

"Yeah."

"So really," Nigel grinned, "he could be more than twenty fuckin' minutes
late then?"

"Oh fuck off, it ain't that bad!" said Ian. "Yer well, alright I `spose it
could! So wot we gonna do then?"

"I think we oughta nip up his house and see where he's got to. It's only a
few minutes up the road." Nigel got up from the wall. "Come on let's see
where he is."

"Bet he's knackered himself through wanking or something!"

"You's getting to know him quite well now ain't you?" Nigel slapped him the
rear of his shorts and thought of what had happened earlier with Art and
Davey. "Well let's go and find out."

Simon was in the front garden attempting to fit some new rear brake blocks
to his bike and had discovered he really needed three hands. On hearing
their familiar voices he looked up to see Nigel and Ian nearing the house.

"All right kid," Nigel looked over the hedge, "where's that useless tosser
of a big brother of your's."

"Ssssssssshhh! Keep yer voice down," Simon put a finger across his lips,
"he's in the shit... again!"

"Very deep?" Nigel looked at Ian and raised his eyebrows. "Wot's he done
now then?"

"Dunno. Deep? I think this time it's up to his neck!" replied Simon looking
anxiously around, "Mum's gone fuckin' loopy again, I think she's exploded!
I'm staying here, outta the way!"

"Bloody hell, loopy and exploded?" said Nigel looking at Ian. "Must be
bad."

"You gotta have some idea wot he's done?" said Ian, looking over the hedge
at the bike, "go on, you can tell us."

"I dunno, honest." Simon pointed to the house. "Listen, can't you hear her
shouting at him! All I knows is she was screaming that he's disgusting!"

"We all knows that!" Nigel nudged Ian and grinned.

They listened. Simon was quite right there was certainly what sounded like
raised voices inside, something was definitely awry in the relatively
tranquil Weldon household.

"Is you alright?" Nigel smiled at Simon thinking that yet again he might be
called to switch into big brother mode.

"Sort of, I hates it when she gets mad." he didn't look up. "Takes her a
day to get over it and we all suffers, even dad!"

From the tone of his voice it was pretty obvious that Simon was nowhere as
composed and chirpy as he usually was. Hidden behind the hedge Nigel
managed to get a comforting finger inside his briefs and poke it up the end
of his foreskin through the convenient hole in the pocket. It felt
deliciously warm and sticky.

"You knows we'll help if we can," said Ian, "well where's yer dad, Art says
he's good at things like this."

"He's great, but he's out. I just hope she ain't gonna go on and fuckin'
on..." Simon sniffed, "she don't never know when to stop."

"I think we gotta try and do something ain't we?" Nigel looked at Ian and
then back to Simon who it seemed, now that the subject had been broached
was rapidly losing his composure.

"Well you have a think a min, I'm just gonna help get these brake blocks
fitted." Ian walked through the gate and looked at bike. "You always needs
three hands to do this, I'll spring 'em apart then you push the blocks in
and get the nuts started. Right?"

"Yeah right, thanks." Simon smiled. He liked Ian and purposely got as close
as he could. He recalled their first meeting on top the bus when he pee'd
over Art in panic!

"There we are, done." said Ian a minute later. "Quicker with two."

"Thanks." Simon looked up and smiled in appreciation, he turned away to
finish tightening the nuts hoping the growing lump in his shorts hadn't
been noticed.

"I fancy nipping your nuts up as well." Nigel giggled and looked longingly
at Martin's bottom, the outline of his underpants clearly showing through
the thin shorts.

"Nige, stop it! Not now be fuckin' sensible." Ian turned and nodded towards
Simon. "Not now! Not with Art."

"Sorry. Yer right."

"Hey Simon, I gotta idea." said Ian, "Look `spose you bugger's off on yer
bike for ten minutes and we just sorta pretend that we've just arrived and
don't know nothing of wot's going on and.."

"Fuckin' brilliant! You got it." Nigel interrupted. "We just bangs on the
door as though we was looking for Art and face yer mum and see wot she's
says!"

"Yeah, `cause she don't know wot we knows and she's gonna have to be polite
ain't she?" said Ian looked hopefully at Nigel. "Well, I'd hope she'd be
polite!"

"Might work," Simon scratched the nucleus of one of many adolescent spots
he was soon to suffer from, "ain't nothing else is there?"

"Wot times yer dad back?"

Nigel, shielded from view by the hedge wiped the slimy end of his finger on
the lining of the pocket. Pulling his ill fitting briefs around under his
jeans to absorb any other drips he wondered if he would be getting inside
Ian's shorts as he had been promising himself since the previous evenings
bedtime wank.

"Back about four-ish I think." replied Simon. "Wish he was here, he get's
mum to sorta calm down and he understands Art."

"Well that's more than we do!" Nigel grinned.

"Well, it's quarter to three now," said Ian looking at his watch, "go on,
you piss off for ten or fifteen minutes and we'll do wot we can."

"Nigel, is we still gonna get the key for yer uncle's shed for tomorrow
afternoon like Art had promised?" asked Simon starting to wheel his bike
towards the gate. "I gotta tell the others, see."

The question caught Nigel totally off guard, he looked at Ian hoping for
some inspiration. Ian shrugged his shoulders knowing if they hadn't got Art
with them to finish their preparations the weekend they had been looking
forward to would be a non-event. Besides, judging from Art's current
domestic predicament a meeting was looking rather improbable anyway.

"Stall him, stall him!" mouthed Ian to Nigel.

"I, I uumm.. ain't really seen me uncle yet this weekend, it's his shed
innit?" Nigel thought he sounded convincing, "Last I heard it was alright,
but I'll, I'll have to check, I'll pop in and see him later."

"Would you know by five?" Simon sounded extremely disappointed and looked
him in the face. "Then I'd still have time to ride to a couple of me mates
and they could tell the others."

"Yeah. All right, I'll let you know by five then." Nigel smiled. "But,
`spose it's not alright? I mean it ain't my shed is it?"

"But Art promised, didn't he?" amongst his current worries this was the
last thing Simon wanted to hear.

"Yeah, but, but just in case would next weekend be alright instead?"

"Dunno." Simon's face fell he almost looked as though he might cry. "But
Art promised a couple of weeks back. He was sure it was alright. We's all
ready."

"Well... uumm..." Nigel felt as awful as Simon looked, "I'll meet you at
five o'clock outside the post office, that's about halfway between us and
then I'll know for sure... I, I.. `spect it'll be alright."

"Wot you lot gonna do there then Simon?" asked Ian, knowing full well what
would be happening when a bunch of randy twelve year old boys were all
together in a shed!

"Nothing much. Just go there like." Simon turned bight red and tried to
look away. There were lame excuses and there were lame excuses, this one
didn't have leg to stand on!

"Nothing much, should have guessed!" Ian winked, "Now go on and piss off on
yer bike for ten minutes and we'll risk yer mum to find out about Art."

"Yer alright. I hopes we can go there. " sounding very down and looking
even redder in the face Simon managed a very weak smile. Wheeling his bike
onto the pavement it crossed his mind whether there was some way he could
get to look up Ian's shorts!

Ian grinned reassuringly. "Go on, just piss off!"

"Dirty little fuckers!" said Nigel watching Simon's shorts tightening
around his bottom as he swung onto the saddle and set off down the road.

"Well it ain't no more than wot we get's up to is it? Thing is, they've
started doing it together earlier than I ever did." said Ian.

"True."

"D'you know Nige, if I was twelve again, I'd throw me fuckin' inhibitions
out the window just like wot they have. Instead it's taken me bloody ages
to be able to do something, anything, even talk about it with anybody
else."

"Oh I know all about it and it weren't just you mind. You'd be surprised
how long it took Art and me before we was brave enough to do anything."
said Nigel. "Anyway, that's all too late now. Come on and we'll try and
save the silly sod from his mum."

"Have you met her?" asked Ian. "Is she a dragon then?"

"No, she's all right, but if you had Art to look after wouldn't you be
fuckin' hoppin' mad half the time wouldn't you?"

"I `spose!" Ian laughed. "He'd drive anybody bonkers!"

"Can't blame her then can you?" Nigel paused, "Anyway it's is his dad who's
really nice, mine's a total shit! I'd have loved him as my dad!"

"Wot? Really?" Ian was puzzled it was the first time Nigel had volunteered
any true feelings regarding his own family life. Something had struck a
chord.

"Yeah, fuckin' really!" Nigel blinked. "I might talk about that some other
time. Now, come on we've gotta try and save Art."

Very surprised at Nigel's heartfelt admission Ian followed him over towards
the green front door.

"Ready then?" Nigel raised his hand to the bell push. "Yer we go."


Barry had cycled home in record time.

Once inside the front garden he leant his bike against the fence and
glanced furtively around, satisfied that nobody could see him he put a hand
down inside his shorts and pulled Brian's shapeless, fronts back up. The
initial revulsion at having to wear the cum stained underpants had very
definitely worn off on the journey home and he was now finding the whole
thing quite erotic. Having been spanked and forceably splayed apart by the
bicycle saddle on the journey home his bottom was now literally tingling
with excitement with an erection to match! Now home he was determined to
masturbate again and hopefully produce some more cum to prove to himself
that it hadn't been a fluke, but was indeed the shape of things to come.

As he had said to Robbie just before leaving, the spanking had been a
revelation in that the initial pain had rapidly dissipated to leave more of
a fantastic sexual feeling. It was hard to put into words, but was most
certainly helped by the humiliation of being over Brian's knee and
forceably masturbated in the process. In fact both boys had agreed that
they would ask Brian to repeat the repeat the exercise the next time they
could be sure of being alone in the house. And, as Robbie had remarked if
anything they could make it even more fun with a little role play from
Wendover!

So wrapped up in his thoughts it was only after finding the key and opening
the front door did he realise that the car wasn't outside the house. He
smiled to himself and pushed a hand deep into his shorts pocket, did that
mean both his parents were out and he had the house to himself? He knew
that there had been some talk of them going shopping, hoping it was the
case he walked quietly down the hall and peeped in the kitchen, then the
dining room, both were empty.

Turning, he saw the lounge door was closed and it was only when he listened
hard against it that he thought he heard movements inside. If his parents
were out then it had to be his sixteen year old brother Terry, either that
or burglars!

Disappointed that now he wasn't going to be alone after all and therefore
not have the opportunity to safely attempt masturbating again he moved away
with the intention of going back to the kitchen to raid the biscuit tin
when the door was suddenly flung open.

"Oi, you little git! You spying on me again?"

Terry stood in the doorway blocking the light. Not exactly a tower of
strength, more a plump sixteen year old who ate far too many sweet things
with a truly mind boggling collection of yellow pustules to prove it.

"Ah, piss off spotty!"

"I'll fuckin' have you!"

Terry made to make a grab but didn't follow through. The taunts about his
spots could be said to have hit the spot!

"Wot you been doing in there, with the door closed?" continued the
diminutive Barry determined to have some fun at his brothers expense having
been denied enjoying the pleasures of his own tubular flesh.

"Nothin', nothin' to do with you."

"Hey, wot you got there?" Barry pointed to what looked like rolled up
magazine that Terry seemed rather keen to keep out of view behind his back.

"Don't you fuckin' listen," the magazine changed hands and disappeared from
view, "I just said it's nothin' to fuckin' do with you!"

"Wot isn't?" asked Barry quite rightly thinking that the very fact Terry
was denying something must mean there was something to deny!

"There ain't nothin', now fuck off!"

Barry who hadn't really felt any great desire to inspect Terry close up for
some time looked at the fine accumulation of acne. Something was amiss,
different, but what?

"You know them yellow pants wot mum bought us all.."

"Yeah, so wot?" Terry looked puzzled, as to why his underwear should enter
into the conversation "So?"

"They'd match yer spots!"

With that Barry made a dash for stairs, but tripped at the bottom and fell
over to be almost quashed seconds later by an irate Terry landing on top of
him.

"You little cunt!" shouted Terry in his ear, "Will you fuckin' stop going
on about my fuckin' spots or I'll fuckin' kill you!"

"Get off yer fuckin' squashing me!" cried Barry struggling under the weight
to escape.

"Not till you promise."

"You wanna be careful I don't want you to squish any of 'em over me!" Barry
dissolved in giggles.

"You little cunt!" Seeing no other means of retaliation Terry slapped him
hard across his already tender behind which brought genuine cries of
distress!

"Oww... owwwww!"

"Not you gonna promised you ain't never gonna mention me spots again."
Terry looked down and saw the various limbs of his younger brother still
flaying about beneath him. Looking at his brother was something he hadn't
done for a long time either.

"No! Piss off!" squeaked Barry from beneath the podgy stomach. He started
to giggle again, winded or not it was getting rather ridiculous.

"Not till you fuckin' promise."

"Wot's that magazine?" Barry. "It's dirty book innit?"

"Fuck all to do with you!" Terry looked down to see Barry's legs still
moving about, he seemed to be succeeding in wriggling free as the legs of
his shorts were now becoming visible. "D'you promise?"

"No I ain't! I'm gonna tell mum you got a dirty book!"

"I'll pull your fuckin' head off!"

"Fuck off spotty!"

"You say that again and I'm gonna do something you won't like!" Terry
tickled him behind the knee and the white legs kicked helplessly about.

"Piss off!" replied Barry bursting into laughter again, although this time
though he was rather surprised when Terry started to laugh as well.

"Wot have you been up to, you dirty little fucker?" unseen, Terry was
staring at Barry's shorts and the grubby ribbed cotton that was now visible
beneath the legs.

"Wot? Wot's mean?" Barry noted the change in tone of Terry's voice, it was
too late and he started to panic. "Terry wot you gonna do?"

"Shall we find out?"

"Fuuuccckkkk!!" shrieked Barry finding himself being very roughly rolled
over onto his back and his shorts almost ripped apart at the seams as they
were pulled down over his feet.

Amazed at the speed of events he looked up to see Terry kneeling above
him. Holding the shorts with the briefs still hanging from the inside he
was leering down at Barry's shrunken member.

"Told you not to tell me to piss off, didn't I?"

"Aahh.." Barry wasn't only stuck for a reply he felt very vulnerable. Quite
understandably since he was naked from the waist down with Terry dangling
the shorts and stained Y-fronts right in his face.

"You ain't old enough to wank, so who's covered these pants in cum?" Terry
grinned dropping the shorts, but holding onto the briefs he started
flipping Barry's member from one side to the other with two fingers.

"Fuck off... I can!" exclaimed Barry asserting his new found sexual
prowess, only to realise moments later that he should have kept quiet.

"Wot!" Terry flipped it again, this time it moved back by it's
volition. "You saying you can cum, hah bet you can't.. anyway it don't look
big enough!"

"Uumm... yeah I can!" despite turning bright red he added indignantly "and
it ain't small!"

"Nah, you can't, yer too young." Terry's hand slid down between his own
legs and rearranged the steadily growing member. Barry could cum, exciting
stuff! Could he be cajoled into doing it?

"I can, I can!" cried Barry indignantly throwing all remaining inhibitions
and caution to the wind. "I can fuckin' wank!"

"Go on then, let's see you do it," Terry smiled. With masturbation being so
very close to his heart he thought it a really exciting way to be
entertained, as extra inducement he added, "if you can really cum, I'll do
it for you after."

"Well I know's you do it already, you makes enough noise every morning and
night!" embarrassed as he was Barry managed to grin. "I've heard you, so
now I could watch you as well!?"

"Oh.." it was Terry's turn to look embarrassed. "Yeah I `spose you could."

"I knows `cause yer bed squeaks!"

"Where you gonna do it," time to change the subject, "here or up in yer
bedroom?"

"In your room, `cause we can see when mum comes back." Barry slowly stood
up and felt strangely rather excited standing there half naked before his
brother.

"Do it get any bigger?"

Terry asserted his older brother status. Sitting on the bottom step he was
on the level with Barry's stomach, he leant forward to inspect the purple
headed monster.

"Might do." muttered Barry rather unprepared for such a close inspection..

"Well go on then, up you go."

Terry took hold of the banister and started to haul himself up, the
erectile pressure from within his jeans was obvious even though Barry had
never thought of him being aroused by their sex talk. He glanced at the
bulging jeans in disbelief, there was obviously something pretty enormous
hidden within and he had to look again to see he was not mistaken! Racking
his brains trying to visualise Terry's body, it had been so long since he
had seen him naked he couldn't recall the size of his cock or even whether
he was circumcised.

"Well hurry up before they gets back." said Terry excitedly from behind
him, one hand already in his pocket.

A gentle slap on Barry's over sensitive bottom sent him flying up the
stairs and into Terry's room. It had it's own distinctive smell, only ever
furtively going in to look for cum stains Barry had not really looked
around. Now here he was and being invited to masturbate.  It felt
incredibly erotic, he looked at the very bed where he had often looked for
traces of his brothers semen.

"Can I, I do it on yer bed," Barry wasn't sure if he should have even
asked, "on the sheet where you does it?"

"You like cum stains, don't you?" Terry blushed. Now he knew that Barry was
a voyeur in the making. The Y-fronts were waved in front of him. "Hang on a
minute, you gotta tell me who's these is?"

"Alright," said Barry starting to pull the bedclothes back, thinking that
to tell was worth the price of legitimately inspecting the bedclothes,
"they're from Robbie's brother older Brian, he's a second year and he found
'em in the changing room. He'd been using 'em as a cumrag."

"Looks like it," Terry squinted at the offending object, "him and half the
school!"

Sadly, Terry would never admit it out loud, but being spotty and overweight
meant his own sex life had been very much a solo enterprise. With little
chance of a girl ever looking at him it revolved in a very voyeuristic
fashion on spying on boys playing with themselves through their pockets and
leering at girls with big breasts. Unlike Barry who never seemed to put on
excess weight, he hadn't got into the grammar and instead attended the
local comprehensive school. However, being mixed did at least allow him to
be fairly familiar with girls even if they weren't in the least attracted
to him as he discretely ogled the ones with the larger appendages.

Sitting on the end of the bed with his legs closed in an effort to hide his
erection Terry found it very exciting to watch Barry inspecting the sheets
for signs of cum from his many orgasms. It did occur to Terry that Barry
was almost behaving like he had done it before, which of course he had as
was confirmed by his cock sticking out in front and twitching like a water
diviners twig! Somehow despite being so acutely embarrassed Barry was
thoroughly enjoying himself and there was yet the prospect of watching
Terry masturbate.

"We ain't never ever talked about wankin' or anything have we?" asked
Terry, even now finding it quite hard to address the subject.

Barry paused, he looked up with an enquiring expression from the
bedclothes. "No, I `spose we ain't."

It was something of a loaded question since Terry with his solitary sex
life didn't really have anyone to talk to and he genuinely welcomed the
opportunity to raise the subject of sex now that his prolific bedroom
masturbationary habits were no longer secret. Barry on the other hand was
quite uninhibited having had the benefit of his very close friendship with
Robbie to whom he could always talk about anything. That in itself had been
inadvertently brought about by Terry, who being some five years older and
having outwardly presenting an apparent lack of interest in ever discussing
the subject and leaving Barry of find out from his friends.

Despite their age difference for Terry it was turning into an afternoon of
discovery and an opportunity to shed many inhibitions and at last show his
leaking boyhood to somebody, even if it was only his younger brother! Never
having been the exhibitionist type nor ever really having anyone he felt he
could impress with his lumpy body he daringly made a show of laying right
back on the bed. The front of his jeans appeared to be almost at the point
where an explosion could well be imminent. Barry not having known anything
his brothers inhibitions nor the courage it had taken to disport himself
looked in awe, how big could it possibly be? He visualised suddenly being
impaled by a monster cock as the zip detonated and the remnants of Terry's
underpants flew around the room like shrapnel.

"No. We ain't have we?" Barry nervously repeated himself. The moment had
finally arrived when he was going to be able to talk about sex with his
brother. "Can, can we?"

"If you wants," Terry forced a smile and put on a convincing show of having
no inhibitions, he flexed his bulging jeans, "go on then, wot's wanna know
then?"

"Well," Barry looked down at the stained sheet, not wanting to give away
the fact he had only cum for the very first time barely a couple of hours
earlier, "how many times can I do it?"

"Wot d'you mean?" Terry looked over at Barry's cock, slightly bent and
absolutely straining to make four inches, "like every day or something?"

"Yeah, yeah.." Barry sat down by him and looked at his own cock and then
Terry's bulging jeans. He looked again, there appeared to be something
shiny near the fly.

"Rub it `till it get sore! That's wot I used to do at first."

Terry laughed and blushed slightly. Unable to stop himself he rubbed his
jeans and immediately sensed that as his fingers were now slightly slimy he
was in imminent danger of being in trouble. "If you was going for it, I
`spose five or six times a day."

"How often d'you do it then?" Barry was now starting to openly masturbate.

"Uumm.." Terry watched Barry's little hand frantically rubbing his swollen
cock.

It was the question Terry knew would be asked. Blushing again he knew he
was liable to cum in his jeans any second, the prospect of wanking with
somebody else for the first time even if it was his younger brother was
proving too exciting.

"Well you said you'd heard me doing morning and night didn't you?"

"Terry, but can.." Barry faltered and then looked him directly in the
face. Something unspoken passed between them, they just looked at each
other until Terry blinked and looked away.

"Can?" Terry cleared his throat, he felt rather weak. "Can you, wot?"

Neither had felt like this for quite some time. As brothers with an age
difference double the obligatory two years they had to a degree grown
apart, particularly with Terry hitting puberty whilst Barry was only seven
or so.

"Can, can we wank together?" Barry nervously posed the question watching
his own hand going up and down on his little cock. He glanced up out of the
corner of his eye to see Terry's reaction. "Now?"

Terry didn't reply, he took a deep breath and reached down towards the
metal button on the waistband of his jeans. Barry said nothing else but
grinned and moved himself down the bed to lie by his side and fixed his
gaze on the stubby fingers with the chewed nails that were struggling to
undo the button.

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Chap 93 to follow