Date: Tue, 14 Aug 2012 22:43:52 +0100
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief Encounters  Chapter 101

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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Chap 101, I wonder if that's related to room 101?


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101 – It's gert gloopy


"Alex please, please will you tell me," Tom poked him in the ribs, "you got
me all fuckin' excited, so wot does the cock sucker get?"

"Alright, I'll tell you," grinning, Alex leaned over and began to whisper,
"but you don't tell nobody else `cause it's gonna be a surprise. Got it? In
fact don't tell 'em anything, so it'll all gonna be a fuckin' gert big
surprise. Right? Promise?"

"Right. Promise." Tom nodded.

"Right, well the cock sucker," said Alex, "gets to put his cock up the bum
of the one who has just cum!"

"Fuckin' hell! So he sucks all the cocks and then he puts it up the bum of
the one who came in his mouth?" exclaimed Tom excitedly. "But, but `spose
nobody cums?"

"I've thought of that," Alex grinned, "well, we all wanks together and the
first one to cum is the lucky one to get the cock suckers cock up him!"

"Can we fix it so I get to be the cock sucker!"

"No we fuckin' can't." Alex started to giggle again. "And if we're gonna
fix it, I'm gonna be the cock sucker anyway!"

"Can't win, can I?"

"Nope, but you might enjoy it!" Alex shook his head, "Now we gotta get
going, so wot's the time? You got the watch."

"Oh shit! It's nearly half-past two," said Tom looking at his watch,
"unless we get on meet up with Simon there won't be no cock sucking to
begin with!"


There had been quite a bit of discussion between Art, Nigel and Ian as to
who should witness the grand finale to Art's master plan as originally it
seemed the obvious thing was to invite the whole of the class to
watch. However as Nigel had pointed out, the younger boys would find it
extremely intimidating to be caught in flagrante delicto by so many older
boys they didn't know and who would doubtless be merciless in their lewd
comments!

Worried that such a situation would irrevocably damage relations not only
between the age groups but, also between Art and Simon they decided to
drastically limit the audience to those who were known and trusted. That
way there could be some audience participation besides which, with a larger
audience there was a high risk of the news travelling around the school at
the speed of light and reaching the ears of a least one teacher. Since
neither Art nor Nigel's school record had ever been lit up in lights, the
end consequences of that happening to either school or home life were just
unthinkable!

"Hey don't rush, lets rest a minute," Nigel stopped to lean on a convenient
garden wall, "look, we're OK for time, so there's no rush and we can't let
'em see us anyway."

"Cor, didn't Simon fly off to his mates in a hurry after snack." grinning,
Art stood beside him, "He's a real dirty little bugger isn't he?"

"Can't imagine where he gets it from." said Nigel picking at his bumfluff
on his top lip. "Now, let's check we're organised `cause we can't afford to
fuck this up. Simon's meeting his mates at half two and I guess they'll be
going in the main entrance as that's nearest. So, where are we meeting
Ian?"

"Yeah, I bloody told you all that, you ain't fuckin' listening." said
Art. "I'm taking you there now!"

"Sorry I ain't." Nigel looked at the pavement.

"Oh shit, sorry Nige I didn't mean it like that."

"I know, I know. I'm sorry I can't fuckin' get it together either. Go on
get on with it," Nigel continued to look at the pavement as he scuffed his
shoes. "maybe I'll cheer up when I see them little boys!"

"Nige it's OK." Art tried to make facial contact, Nigel continued to stare
at the ground. "Anyway, I thought we oughta keep away from the main
entrance to the allotments in case any of Simon's lot sees us, yeah?"

"Right."

Art unconsciously scratched the ever present lump in his jeans, "so I told
Ian and Richard that we'd meet just before three by that big gate thing
near the side entrance. We shouldn't be seen there and Simon's lot will
have had time to start whatever they're gonna do."

"Bloody hell, you've really been thinking about it then!" Nigel looked up
and actually sounded as though he was warming to the event.

"Bloody right and if you must know I been doing it most nights under the
bedclothes" Art grinned, "so now I got the starched pyjamas to prove it!"

"I don't wish to know that."

"You fuckin' do!" Art smiled.

It was one of those smiles causing Nigel, already emotionally strained to
virtually wilt deep inside. In a rare moment he reached out to verbally
express his feelings as only he could.

"All right I do. And, I just wish I was in there with you, I'd get you to
starch yer fuckin' pyjamas, rub it all over your plump little ass then fill
yer bum with cum!"

"You would?" Art blinked, it was the tone of Nigel's voice leaving him for
once short of a witty reply.

"You fuckin' knows I would."

"We will, you gets to do wotever you wants to me," taking a deep breather
Art moved closer and whispered, "we're going fuckin' camping and we can do
wot we wants to each other in that tent, all night long."

"Promise?"

"Do I need too?"

"No."

It was no surprise that Nigel's emotional resistance was way down, he
blinked and rubbed the back of his hand across his eyes. "Art, I'm a bit
fucked up wot with dad and that, you know wot I mean."

"Yeah, course. I think we've both had it rough lately," said Art, "we gotta
look after each other.. and, and I need you.. I want you."

Nigel closed his eyes and clenched his fists, how he wanted Art. The
attraction wasn't just sexual there was a lot more to it, but too much to
understand.

"You alright?"

"No, not really. So just bloody get on with it."

Nigel looked around, there was nobody in sight, he looked around at Art,
suddenly grabbed him and pushed him hard up against the wall. Kissed him
very sloppily on the lips he ground his erection into the front of Art's
bulging jeans for several long seconds before drawing back, shocked at his
own actions.

"Oh fuckin' hell! That's twice we done that.. oh fuck!" Art swallowed hard,
"I nearly came in me pants!"

"Me willies gone a bit wet at the end!" muttered Nigel not knowing what to
do or say. At first he blushed, then tried to smile and ending up with
tears down his cheeks. "I like it."

"Wot?"

"Kissing!"

"You cunt, oh shit.. why d'you that? You can't say that. Oh.. oh.. we'd
better get going."

"Well I have!" Nigel sniffed and rubbed his eyes again. "And I do. And I
want you!"

Art slowly stood upright and moved away from the wall. Still Reeling from
Nigel's unexpected show of emotional he took a few deep breaths and found
himself unable to look Nigel in the face for fear of totally breaking
down. Shakily he held out his hand.

"Because.. oh fuckin' hell Art, oh wot've I done?" Nigel down looked at the
hand and tentatively reached out.

"Nothing that I wouldn't, `cept you had the guts say it!" Art took his
hand. "Come on you soppy bugger, we got things to do."

"Don't say nothing else," mumbled Nigel. "just walk, gimmie a minute, I'll
be OK."

Art squeezed the hand as they started walking slowly down the road.

What a day and as yet they hadn't even got near the main attraction!



Always punctual, leaning against the fence by the stone gate pillars Ian
was waiting and feeling just a little excited as to what the afternoon
might bring.

"Hello!"

Ian turned and saw Richard, albeit with a hand deep in a pocket approaching
from the other direction.

"I ain't late then?"

"For Art, never! Is he ever early?" Ian grinned. "You've started then?"

"Wot?"

"See for yerself!" Ian nodded towards the front of Richard's trousers. A
creamy tan colour that did absolutely nothing to hide the much darker wet
spot that glinted in the sunshine.

"No! Oh, fuckin' hell!" Richard looked horrified.

"You ain't cum already have you?" asked Ian excitedly, his own hand now
burrowing deep in his pocket.

"No, it's fuckin' precum innit!" he looked down again, "Oh shit! Whenever I
gets excited and rub meself I makes gallons of it!"

"Lucky you," Ian bent down and looked closely, "don't you bloody just. Wish
I could make it like that."

"No you don't." he looked at his trousers. "Me pants have always been a
mess since I started wanking, once I gets a hard on I can't stop making the
stuff."

"Well," Ian looked up at the cloudy sky, "don't worry, by the look of the
weather it's gonna piss with rain later and we'll all get washed whether we
want's it or not."

"Yer right, few days of sun and then it pisses down, still it'll wash me
trousers won't it!" Richard pulled at his clothes which had obviously
adhered to his stomach. "See it all collects in me helmet, then when it's
full it goes gloop, fills me pants and everything gets stuck together!"

"It goes wot?"

"Fuckin' gloop, innit!" said Richard as though Ian knew what a gloop
was. "Like a gert big gloopy dollop.. gloopy innit?"

"I `spose so," Ian was trying not to laugh, but very intrigued, "hey come
on, let's have a butchers inside yer trousers and see the gloop then?"

"Alright," replied the new style totally uninhibited Richard looking about,
then turning to face the hedge, "yer have a look."

Much to Ian's surprise he unzipped his trousers than and there and peeled
them back. It was indeed a sorry mess, his shirt and Y-fronts were
saturated with precum and it was no wonder his pale trousers had started to
absorb it.

"Fuck!" said Ian rubbing himself through his pocket. "Looks like you makes
even more precum than Nigel."

"That's wot Nige said," he rubbed the slimy bulge, "and if you think that's
bad have a look at this lot!"

"Oh!" said Ian as Richard pulled the wet waistband of his briefs well away
from his stomach allowing Ian to see down inside.

"Fuckin' hell! And you got a vest tucked into yer pants!" Ian exclaimed
looking down into the slimy abyss. "Didn't see that behind yer shirt
and.. oh bloody hell, the whole lot's covered in cum!"

"Nah it's precum innit? That's wot I said see, but it's me mum innit with
the vest thing, gotta fuckin' wear it ain't worth arguing." he grinned,
"But bugger the vest, you watch this."

Richard reached in and took hold of his cock which was poking temptingly up
from the pouch of the soggy briefs. With the shaft only four inches long
and the foreskin extending way beyond, he ran the length of the loose,
surplus foreskin between his finger and thumb forcing a huge blob of precum
to spew out of the wrinkled end into his underpants.

"Cor, bleeding hell! You makes more precum than I make cum!" said Ian
bending over to take a close look. "You're really lucky `cause you got a
gert helmet and you makes precum by the bucket. Fuckin' hell. I ain't got
no helmet, can't make much precum and not even much cum anyway!"

"Yer, but your cocks bigger innit? I only got about four inches, but I got
a foreskin that would fit a fuckin' elephant!"

"It's fuckin' ginormous!"

" `tis innit?" Richard played with the foreskin for a few moments then
looked up and grinned. "Y'know since meeting Art and Nige, I've never been
so happy. I used to hide all the time `cause of me small cock. But they
made me be proud of it, I've lost all me fuckin' inhibitions. Honest."

"I'd never have fuckin' guessed!" Ian laughed.

"It's thanks To Art."

"Strange though innit?" Ian paused and thought for a few moments. "D'you
know that's just wot happened to me, I dunno wot it is about Art but, but,
he sorta makes you do things that you never sorta dreamed you could do in a
million fuckin' years!"

"That's right." Richard nodded. "He's sorta magnetic or something ain't
he?"

"Yer, dead right. See, I was like you a few weeks back, I wouldn't show me
willy to anybody and I almost hid when changing and that for gym." said
Ian. "Then Art got hold of me and he, dunno, he just sorta changed me but,
I ain't quite lost all me hang ups and that, but pretty much."

"Like he did for me in that bog. I thought I was gonna die it was so
fuckin' embarrassing in front of Tom and that, yet Art and Nige just sorta
talked me round. Now I'll show me cock to anyone, I don't care now."

"So I see." Ian smiled.

"They'd do anything for you, him and Nigel," Richard zipped his fly back
up, "I know they're dirty sods, but they're real honest and they do care
about you as mates."

"Yeah." Ian looked at Richards trousers again. "So wot you gonna do with
that big wet patch then?"

"Stand in the rain I `spect! Ain't nothing, wot can I do?" he grinned,
"Besides if all them younger ones sees it they might wanna look at it, so I
can have a good look at theirs."

Ian laughed, "Well we gotta do the shed thing first, so don't start
thinking about cumming yet."

"Oi you two fuckin' wankers!"

"Sounds like them," Ian turned to see Art and Nigel walking up the road,
"takes one to know one!"

"Who fuckin' told you that?" asked Art.

"Looks like Rich already has!" said Nigel who had automatically homed in on
the cummy state of Richards trousers. "Have you cum or is it just yer usual
leaking willy?"

"It's me willy innit I, uumm..."

"Hey," interrupted Ian excitedly before Richard could add anything else,
"he's got his matching fuckin' vest on!"

"Oh fuck me!" Nigel face lit up, he appeared to be back to his normal
self. "Wot? Is it yer matching Y-front vest and pants set?"

"Yeah. Knew you'd get excited." Richard smiled. "I always wears 'em, `cause
me mum thinks I'll catch cold!"

"Yeah, well, fuck the cold!" At studied the front of Richards trousers then
turned to look at Ian's tenting jeans, "Hey, didn't take you long did it?"

"Piss off!" Ian blushed. "Can't help it, he's such a fuckin' turn on in his
vest!"

"Well it ain't him that's meant to be exciting you, it`s Tom and that
lot. Anyway we're `sposed to be doing the fuckin' shed, so come on. Lets go
see and what's happening."

"Follow uncle Art then, he's in fuckin' charge." said Nigel pushing Ian
towards the entrance.

"And fuckin' quietly," said Art turning round, "it's meant to be a fuckin'
gert surprise."

"It's be a fuckin' gert surprise if wot I done really works!" said Ian to
himself crossing his fingers behind his back!



As could be expected, Simon and his friends had all arrived very
punctually, most with hand in pocket and varied expectations of as to what
had been planned or what they wanted to be subjected too!

Although it was taking place in the shed and that part had been organised
by Simon through his brother Art's friendship with Nigel, the gathering was
nominally Tom and Alex's idea. Essentially it was a follow up to the first
successful football shorts themed meeting they had had in the woods which
had been gatecrashed by Brian's younger brother Robbie and his friend
Barry. Since they had joined in and made such an uninhibited contribution
to that first gathering, they had been invited to come along to the
allotment. There was only a year or so difference in their ages with Barry
in the first year at the grammar school and had not Robbie's birthday been
a few weeks adrift, he too would have been at the grammar.

Martin though, whilst not saying anything was having serious thoughts of
guilt in relation to the overall age gap and that he might not be able to
stop himself taking advantage of the younger boys. Being of similar stature
to the second year boys and still very much physically attracted to Tom and
Alex had in itself brought it's own problems which only added to his
troubles. Feeling very self conscious at being older and on hearing that
Robbie and Barry were going to attend he had told Tom he didn't think it
was maybe such a good idea to be paired with them in view of his age.

On top of all that, he had just admitted to Ian that he was very smitten
with him which only added to his woes, now compounded by the temptation of
some very sexually active twelve year olds. Quite how he was going to cope
with the physical advances of so many younger boys, had thrown him into
complete turmoil.

However, knowing little of Martin's problems the boys had squeezed
themselves inside the filthy shed and after much banter the draw for
partners had finally taken place. Whether by luck or sleight of hand the
two youngest boys, Barry and Robbie had ended up paired together and seemed
delighted at the prospect.

Once in the shed and surrounded by second year boys wearing thin white
football shorts Martin found himself in an invidious position. It took no
effort to discern the outline of the various underpants and erections which
were so obviously on display and he didn't know which way to look. Already
extremely aroused and with a rapidly growing wet spot inside his shorts he
began to worry that he might ejaculate even before being told what had been
planned!

"Shut up, shut up! Be fuckin' quiet!" shouted Tom above the general hubbub
and occasional squeaks and squeals of laughter.

"Bloody well shut up for a minute and be quiet!" joined in Alex who managed
to find a rickety old lemonade crate to stand on and flap his arms in the
air to attract attention.

"Bleeding hell," said Joe pointing, "he' gonna take off!"

"Fuck off!" retorted Alex laughing.

"Will you lot just shut up and listen!" shouted Tom.

"Bloody hell, wot a noisy lot!" said Alex to Tom once the noise was dying
down, "Now get on me box and tell 'em wot's gonna happen."

"Right." Tom climbed on the box as Alex jumped down, it wobbled. "Now this
is wot's happening.."

"Get on with it!" called out Joe. "Hey, I can see yer pants though yer
shorts... nice vest!

"Shut up and fuck off!" replied Tom grinning. "Right, now you all got yer
partner, so one of you's gonna pick a number between one and ten."

"Wot?" said David. "Why?"

"Just pick a fuckin' number." reiterated Tom.

"Three." said David looking puzzled.

"That'll do," said Tom, "Alex you write 'em down. Now Mart pick a number."

"Uumm.. nine." said Martin nervously, now absolutely convinced he shouldn't
be there..

"Good, Jimmy you choose.."

"Four."

"Shit Jim, that low innit, you'll be almost first on." said Tom. "Oh well
next, Brian.."

"Seven, wot's this for?"

"Shut up and you'll find out!" replied Tom. "Barry, number."

"Uumm..  five."

 "Wot the fucks this about?" said David to Joe.

Tom continued to get everybody to choose a number..

"Pass!" replied Joe. "Who cares `cause it's gonna be a laugh anyway innit?"

"Right just keep bloody quiet," Tom took a deep breath, "now we're gonna
start and you've just picked the running order for your own striptease!"

"Wot! A striptease! Oh fuck off!" shouted back Joe before collapsing in
laughter.

"Yeah, you've already drawn yer partner now each pairs gonna do it starting
with the lowest number," he looked at the bit of paper that Alex had
scribbled on, "that's Dave and Alex `cause you had the lowest numbers!"

"Oh fuckin hell!" exclaimed David. "Has he got it right?"

"Course he ain't, but don't worry just bloody get on with it!" said Alex
still laughing. "Don't matter `cause we'll soon all be undressed anyway."

"Yer right." Joe nodded.

"Wot you gotta do is undress each other and then swop pants and vests while
we all watch." said Tom.

"Wot.. oh fuck! No!" repeated David. "Then wot?"

"I ain't telling you `till we all done it. And if one of you lot cums
'cause he can't hold it back then, then.." Tom stopped, he was giggling so
much at the thought of what the penalty was.

"He's wot? Wot's he gotta fuckin' do?" shouted out Brian above the torrent
of rude suggestions and laughter.

"He's," Tom looked at Alex knowing it might be a bit much for the more
sensitive souls, he started giggling again, "he's, he's.."

"He's fuckin' wot!" called Simon. "Come on and bloody tell us!"

"Well," Tom started again and finally said it all quickly so he wouldn't
start giggling again, "he's gonna have to bend over and show us his bum and
put a finger up it!"

"Fuckin' hell, really?" said Joe excitedly. Exhibitionist visions of
cumming in his shorts and being made to pay the penalty made his cock
twitch even more!

"Oh shit," said Brian to Martin. "I ain't sure if I can hold on, me fucking
pants is all sticky now!"

"Be alright." said Martin rather unconvincingly, knowing he dare not touch
his shorts with the condition his fully primed cock was in lest he pulled
the pubic hair trigger.

"Well I can't make cum anyway!" whispered Robbie to Barry. "So you can just
keep rubbing me!"

"And I can't make much anyway, it's only like one drip," replied Barry,
"but it'll be fun trying!"

"Hang on, just fuckin' hang on a minute." called out Alex, he then leant
over and whispered in Tom's ear.

"Oh shit, I forgot something. Listen." Tom waved his arms in the air to get
their attention. "But the one who's just cum and has to finger his bum has
to... just be fuckin' quiet... has, has to, to rub his finger with his own
cum and then put it up his bum!"

"That's fucking disgusting!" called out Simon, who then burst out laughing
and added. "I does that already!"

"Do you?" Jimmy nudged him.

"Yeah." Simon grinned. "And I knows Art does it too."

"I'll try that tonight!" Jimmy grinned.

"Right, so we ready then?" Tom jumped off the crate and onto floor creating
a cloud of dust, he pointed at Alex. "Come on then Alex, lets see you
undress dirty Dave!"

"Hey, hang on," said Alex, "I've been thinking we oughta like remove one
bit in turn."

"Yeah!" said Joe excitedly. "Like you start, take Dave's shirt off then he
takes your's off, that wot you mean?"

"Yeah." Alex grinned, having gone well past the point where there were
inhibitions to fetter his fantasies. The small wet spot on his shorts
confirmed it.

It didn't take long before a rather embarrassed David was standing in just
a rather small vest and a pair of old white briefs with a more than obvious
tent. To whistles and catcalls Alex had his old and tired Y-fronts slowly
removed by David leaving him proudly flashing his rampant cock around
whilst dressed only in an equally tired looking vest. By the time Alex had
knelt down in front of David and begun rubbing him through the briefs as he
slowly tugged them down, it was Robbie who was the first to be in
trouble. Unaware of Robbie's plight Alex had now got David's cock on
display and to raucous cheers had pulled back the foreskin and much to
everybody's surprised delight, especially David taken the sticky head in
his mouth. The sight of that was too much for Robbie who's hand was already
down the front of his shorts and masturbating to a speedy dry climax
thinking in the excitement nobody would notice, except Barry that was.

It was soon time for Alex to start redressing the trembling David. Standing
in front of him Alex was making a very conscious effort to rub their cocks
together as he pulled up his old briefs up past David's knees. For David's
part he had now lost all control and reached down to grab both their cocks
and squeeze them together as Alex battled with the worn elastic.


"Fuckin' assholes!"

With a thud Nigel fell forward onto the grass verge by the gravel path
raising a cloud of dust.

"Wot you fuckin' doing, yer meant to be fuckin' be quiet!" hissed Art
turning to see what had happened.

"Well some cunt's left a fuckin' hosepipe and I've just fuckin' tripped
over it!" replied Nigel from beneath the weeds. "Wot a fuckin' place to
leave it!"

"Well it is a fuckin' allotment innit, wass fuckin' expect?" added
Ian. "Come on and fuckin' get up before they hear us coming."

"I was fuckin' hoping I was gonna be hearing them cumming, not us!" said
Nigel starting to get up and then begin to giggle at his own joke.

As ever giggling was infectious meaning Ian, Richard and Art soon started
to giggle as well as they watched Nigel attempting to brush the dust and
dirt off his clothes. Unfortunately for Nigel, some of the dust had adhered
to the omnipresent damp patch around his fly which brought a further round
of laughter as his attempts to brush it off only resulted in him getting
further on the way to a full blown erection.

"I hope nobody see's that," said Ian feeling himself through his pocket,
"well 'cept me and you three."

"We could go behind that shed there and have a wank right now." Richard
looked expectantly at Art. "I'm leaking, me pants is all wet."

"You're always fuckin' leaking!" said Ian. "You got bloody wait, we gotta
shed full of second years to wank over yet!"

"Just shut up, or we'll scare 'em off," Nigel pointed to the middle of shed
of the three that were sited by the hedge, "we're nearly there, look there
`tis."

Proving they were almost as bad as first year boys when it came to giggling
the four of them slowly made their way towards the adjacent shed keeping
well out of the line of sight of the solitary window. Only when they were
hidden and the shed was only a few yards away did Art indicate they should
sit down.

"Fuckin' hell," Art turned to Nigel on hearing the squeals and giggling
coming from inside, "can you hear that? Wot the bleeding hell's going on
inside there?"

"Dunno, but it sounds like they're having fun!"

"Art, how do we know when to do it?" Ian shrugged his shoulders, "I mean
`cause we don't know when's gonna the best times gonna be do us?"

"No, but uumm.." Art picked at a ripe yellow pustule on his chin, "Oh I
don't fuckin' know. I never thought that far! Hey, you got the watch, so
wot time is it now?"

"Uumm.. just gone three."

"Is that the watch that keeps fuckin' stopping?" Nigel grinned.

"Hhmmm... yeah sort of.."

"Fuck it's burst!" said Art examining the content of the pustule now wedged
under his grubby fingernail.

"I've told you not to pick at them spots." said Nigel. "Where's that finger
been anyway?"

"Up me nose if you must fuckin' know!"

"As long as it's not yer ass!"

"No that was last night!" Art started to giggle again.

"Fuckin' stop it, wot we gonna do then Art?" said Nigel. "Thought you'd
fuckin' worked this out."

"Right, I just fuckin' have." said Art. "I reckons, they gotta be in there
an hour at least, even if they only had a wank in turn with ten of 'em that
would take an hour at least wunnit?"

"Not the way I wank!" said Richard scratching himself.

"If they all wanked like you, the fuckin' shed would be floating about on
precum by now!" added Ian helpfully.

"Ian, fuckin' shut up. Now you fuckin' creep round and see if that fuckin'
bamboo cane thing is still hidden, you know where we left it."

"Yes Sir."

"Well hurry up, fuck off and do it!" Art grinned. "If it's there give us a
signal and we'll creep over when they all cheers next time so we'll sort
the ropes out ready."

"Wot's the ropes for?" asked Richard.

"We're gonna tie you up with yer legs apart and take turns fuckin' you!"
said Nigel. "D'you Like the sound of that?"

"Yeah!" replied Richard excitedly, who for a split second had actually
believed that was to be his fate!

"You fuckin' would as well wouldn't you?" said Art. "I can tell. Bet you
even put things up yer bum!"

"Mmhh.." Richard blushed, "how d'you know? Well sometimes!"

"And `til recently I didn't even think you knew what yer cock was for!" Art
smiled, again one of those smiles. "You're as bloody bad as wot we is,
ain't you?"

"Well, yeah I `spose," Richard smiled adoringly, "but 'til now it's always
been a gert secret."

"I know." Art glanced at Richard's cream coloured trousers, no longer
pristine the front glinting in the sun.

"Wot's yer mum gonna say about them trousers then?"

"I don't know." Richard blushed, producing precum on an industrial scale
was really proving very embarrassing at times.

"Maybe I could borrow you a pair?" said Art helpfully.

"Don't be silly, they'd be worse than yours Rich! And it's fuckin' lend not
fuckin' borrow, don't you learns nothing at that fuckin' grammar school"
Nigel patted his bulging jeans. "Anyway, we gotta get on `cause I got a
shed full of twelve year olds waiting to be split and me cocks wetting me
pants!"

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Chap 102 to follow