Date: Thu, 30 Aug 2012 22:42:55 +0100
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief Encounters Chapter 102

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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Chapter 102 – Cowboys and Indians


It was no wonder there was so much noise coming from the shed since Tom,
Alex, David, Jimmy, Barry and even Robbie had more than enthusiastically
embraced the ritual of undressing their partner and swopping
underclothes. Amazingly no one had actually ejaculated although there
wasn't dry piss slit in the shed, something which was about to change as
Brian and Joe's were to be the first to entertain.

The normally reticent Brian was paired with Joe and they had both really
entered into the spirit of things. Joe had just managed to relieve Brian of
his underpants leaving him standing in just his vest with his cock sticking
out under the hem like a water diviner's twig. It was no understatement to
say Joe, now recovered from his foray into the pleasures of smoking had
been looking forward to the event since waking that morning. Throughout the
morning there had been times when he was unable to leave himself alone and
since being in the shed had barely managed to avert ejaculating at least
three times as already as the rather wet patch on his briefs attested.

"Pull 'em off!" shouted David encouragingly to Brian.

"Yeah, hurry up!" added Jimmy.

"Hang on," Brian leant forward, pushing Joe's vest out of the way he took
hold of the waistband of the briefs, looking round he grinned, "Ready
then?"

"Just bloody get 'em off!" reiterated David who was immediately joined in
the chorus by Tom and Jimmy.

"Get 'em of... get 'em off... get 'em off!"

Joe was shaking with laughter as Brian tightened his grip and began pulling
downwards. Taking no account of the fact the elastic was hooked over Joe's
leaking erection he just pulled harder and harder until Joe's cock suddenly
twanged free and resumed pointing upwards to the sky.

"Shit! Don't break it off!" exclaimed Joe seeing his magnificent organ
still quivering.

"Yer pants is all sticky." said Brian looking down and then wiping his hand
on Joe's vest. "Hey... you ain't cum already then?"

"Well has he! Or is he just been leaking?" asked Alex excitedly. "Have a
look!"

"I dunno, do I, give us a chance!" Brian looked at the briefs.

"Well have bloody good look!" shouted Tom. "If he's cum it'll be bum time
for him!"

That brought a great cheer, Robbie looked at Barry and grinned.

Brian looked again, bending ever closer. The briefs were hanging at knee
level and Joe was clutching his cock, he bent over and whispered to Brian.

"Give it a kiss, it's winking at you!"

"You wot?"

"Bloody hurry up, we ain't got all day!" called out Alex. "Has he fuckin'
cum?"

"Have another butchers at his pants, that'll tell you." said David.

Brian looked at the sagging underpants then resumed staring at the purple
head, the piss slit was opening and closing as Joe rhythmically squeezed
it.

"Go on, Brian look it's dribbling at you!" Joe started to giggle.

Brian just couldn't resist. Dropping to his knees and reaching for his own
erection he grabbed at Joe's cock, holding it steady he pushed it into his
mouth. To the cheers and shouts from the other boys he wiped the slit with
his tongue then began to suck. Not that he was very experienced at cock
sucking nor that it really mattered since Joe was so aroused he was on the
verge of ejaculating anyway.

"Fffffuuucccckkkk.." cried Joe starting to jerk about as Brian's hot, wet
lips eagerly attempted to swallow the very hot and sticky four inches.

After seeing and feeling what had gone before it took all of three and a
half seconds before Joe's orgasm really took take hold. His hips bucked
uncontrollably and to those excitedly watching it looked as though he was
humping Brian's face to the point where his balls were being pushed into
the open mouth. Ramming his entire cock down Brian's throat was a new
experience for both. Delightful for Joe but, for Brian just a little too
much since it pushed against his tonsils and started to make him gag.

"Fffffuuucccckkkkiinnggg helllll.."

Screamed Brian gasping for breath, his natural reaction being to roughly
push Joe away. Understandably, with the cock having been so unceremoniously
wrenched from Brian's warm, wet mouth it took it's revenge by instantly
splattering it's hot juices directly into Brian's face.

His cock twitching, Joe fell back pretty well exhausted. The hype and
excitement were beginning to take their toll and as yet he hadn't even
reached the game of musical underpants! However, his cock had reached the
stage where it had been erect for so long that it was beginning hurt and
like him, in need of respite. Leaning back against the shed wall he watched
excitedly as Brian just dressed in his vest, his face still covered in
spunk resumed masturbating with a vengeance. To cheers and whistles he came
all to too quickly shooting his watery load over the underpants Joe had
taken off which and he was supposed to be wearing next.

"Oh fucking hell!"

Martin was in despair having just watched Brian and Joe complete their turn
by paying the forfeit of bending over and sticking a cummy finger up their
respective bumholes. In fact to more cheers as they had stuck one up each
others and wiggled them vigorously around!

Torn between lust and guilt Martin closed his eyes.

Momentarily lust won, he wished it were him and not Brian that had been
being doused in Alex's hot spunk. Having done well to resist temptation as
long as he had, the sight of the younger boys in varying stages of undress
and arousal had become an enticement that he simply could not resist.

Seeing Joe and Brian finger each other was the pivotal moment. With the
image flashing before his eyes he began to shudder quite unable to halt the
involuntary ejaculation, his cock now jerking uncontrollably in his
shorts. Simon standing next to him, watched in amazement as Martin's knees
buckled as he suddenly grabbed at the front of his shorts to forcibly rub
the bulge with both hands. Glancing up he caught Simon's eye, and
immediately flushed with embarrassment at being caught so obviously ogling
Joe and Brian. Still shaking he stopped rubbing and looked at Simon who it
appeared wasn't quite sure what to say or think, the guilty look on Martins
face was obvious. The front of his white shorts was now wet, very wet with
semen and Martin was now simply staring at the equally wet palms of his
hands.

"Oi! Simon, Mart it's your turn," shouted out Tom looking around, "it ain't
no good hiding at the back, come on lets see you get on with it!"

"Is you alright?" whispered Simon concerned at Martin's appearance. "Wot's
wrong?"

"Alright? Not really," his mouth was dry, "I wish I wasn't here. It's all
fuckin' wrong, I shouldn't be here. It ain't right, I'm too old."

"For wot?"

"For doing this with you lot."

"Come on you two," shouted Tom again, "you ain't wanking at the back
already is you!"

"Wot, why?" Simon was puzzled and couldn't see the dilemma that Martin's
conscience had thrown up. He had been accepted by the younger boys so what
was the problem?

"He has, he's got cum all over his shorts!" called out Jimmy who was
standing next to Simon and had been avidly watching the bulge in Martin's
shorts for some time.

"Who has?" called back Alex.

"It's fuckin' Mart, innit!" replied Jimmy excitedly, bending down to see
the fifteen year old size bulge in the twelve year old size shorts. "He's
cum in his pants, its gone fuckin' everywhere!"

"Wot's wrong then Mart? I don't understand." whispered Simon. This wasn't
the happy Martin he normally knew, besides he was so aroused he just wanted
to get on with the action! "Yer, let's do the bum bit, then you could stop
and let 'em get on with wotever it is they got planned."

"I dunno.. I... shouldn't be here." repeated Martin very unhappily.

"We can't not do it, come on. I'll help you." Simon reached out and took
his hand only to realise it was covered in spunk!

"Sorry." stuttered Martin, slowly managing a smile. "I'm a bit of a mess
today."

"You fuckin' are ain't you. But if you can smile you can do it." Simon
squeezed his hand and started to pull him forward. He announced loudly,
"Mart's had a gert accident in his pants!"

"Told you so, he's cum in his pants," said Jimmy, "and he's got a fuckin'
gert lump in 'em as well!"



"Wot the fuck's going on in there?" Art nudged Nigel as they listened to
the excited shouts that were coming from inside the shed.

"Dunno," Nigel grinned, "but I'd fuckin' like to be in there with `em!"

"Too fuckin' right." Art took a deep breath. "Yeah."

"Hey, Ian's signalling, look." Richard tapped Art on the arm and pointed to
Ian who having crawled over the shed was lying on the grass holding a long
bamboo cane above his head.

"Shit, that means we gotta go over there." Art pulled a face and looked at
Richard and Nigel. "So we gotta be careful `cause if we get's caught we're
gonna be really, really fucking crucified by Simon's lot!"

"Yeah." Nigel grinned. "Still we ain't got this far for nothing have us?
Come on, we gotta be fuckin' quiet. So don't for fucks sake go near that
window or they might see us."

"Crawl over, like Ian did," said Art turning to Richard, "on yer tummy."

"It's like playing cowboys and fuckin' indians again innit?" whispered
Nigel when they were nearing the shed. "Crawling about like this."

"Fuck the cowboys and the fuckin' indians, this crawling about has given me
a fuckin' gert hard on!" Art pushed his arm under this stomach and felt for
his cock, then predictably started to giggle.

"Oh fuckin' shut up!" hissed Nigel. "Don't you fuckin' start me off."

"Bet you got one as well."

"Yeah alright," Nigel grinned, "now fuckin' keep yer voice down."

"You got one?" Art had to know, still giggling he turned to Richard.

"I've fuckin' had one all day, it's why me pants is all wet innit?"

"So is you a cowboy or a fuckin' indian?"

"Dunno, indian I `spose."

"So uumm.. so, you'd wanna play with me totem pole?" it was too late, Art
was now giggling uncontrollably.

"I `spect it's heap big sticky innit, wot with them dirty indian boys
sticky stuff innit?" replied Richard now also on the verge of breakdown.

"You speak not with forked willy!" Art had to put his head into his arms to
muffle his laughter.

"Will you two fuckin' shut up!"

Rather like the pox it was infectious, Nigel started to giggle as well.

"Hey Rich, we could get in yer helmet and use it as a wigwam?" Art looked
up and then muffled his laughter on arm again.

"If you don't mind getting wet," Richard had now succumbed as well and
could barely speak "but you'd have to dry me tent pole!"

"Fuckin' shut up!" pleaded Nigel. "If they fuckin' catch us they'll fuckin'
murder us!"

"Bleeding hell! Wot you doing, get yer hand out !" Art turned to find
Richard had crawled up nearly beside him and pushed a hand between his legs
to try and cup his erection from beneath.

"I'm after yer totem pole!"

"Fuck off! Only if I can suck on yer peace pipe!"

"You won't light it, the ends too fuckin' wet!"

"Will you two fuckin' stop it!" it was no good, Nigel put his head in his
arms to try and stifle his laughter. "Oh fuck it, I gives up!"

"Art wot's bleeding going on? I can't hear wot yer saying. Why's he got his
hand up yer ass?" hissed Ian from all of two yards away and confused at the
giggling. "Just fuckin' get over here `cause we needs to sort the ropes
out."

"His hand? It's cause I'm a fuckin' finger puppet!" replied Art before
finally dissolving into muted hysteria.

"Oh fuckin' hell! Now come on and..." Nigel tried sound in command, he
failed miserably and started giggling again.

"Wot's up with you lot?" asked Ian. "You gone fuckin' nuts or wot?"

"Not quite. Listen, Ian," said Art lifting his head after a few seconds and
managed to hold his composure, "next time they makes a gert cheer or
something in the shed you gotta fuckin' unhitch the rope on this side and
get ready to go round and do the other side."

"Right." Ian waved the cane in the air. "Well I've been fuckin' ready, I
just been waiting for you bloody wankers to get here!"

"Wot's it all about Art?" asked Richard, unable to understand what had been
planned, for as far as he could see Ian was for some inexplicable reason
trying to aim the end of the cane at the corner of the roof.

"Two things really. It's partly about me getting inside your sticky pants
and rubbing yer totem pole off," Art started to giggle again, "and it's
partly about teaching them little buggers who pinched all our pants from
the changing room a fuckin' gert lesson!"

"Hey Ian, fuckin' do it now!" hissing Nigel interrupting Art's desires, as
loud shouts and laughter began to filter out from the shed.

With a deft flick of the cane Ian touched the very tightly coiled rope and
it dropped from it's hiding place under the eaves to just reach the ground.

"Fuckin' hell, I didn't see that was there," said Richard in amazement,
"cor that was well hidden wunnit?"

"It's `cause we're the fuckin' kiddies see." said Art grinning proudly, "I
hope the fuckin' rest of it works as well."

"So do I!" said Ian to himself.

"Oi, fuckin' listen I nearly forgot," said Nigel, "me uncle Jack says it
don't matter wot we does to the bloody shed `cause next weekend he's gonna
knock it down anyway, his other new sheds being delivered early next week
or something."

"Thank fuck for that!" Ian breathed a huge sigh of relief. "I think it
would go back after we'd done it."

"So now it don't matter if it don't, do it?" Nigel grinned. "Right, well
let's get on with it then."

"Oh no! Oh fuckin' shit bags!" suddenly exclaimed Richard in a hushed but
nevertheless very angry tone. "Oh no! Fuck! Fuck!"

"Wot now, fuckin' keep the noise down." replied Nigel turning to see
Richard looking very shocked.

"Wot?" said Art.

"Well fuckin' look." Richard rolled onto his side and pointed down to his
trousers.

"Oh... fuck!" Art raised his head, peered over and started to giggle
again. "You is a dirty boy!"

"Oh shit! Art fuckin' shut up, it ain't funny." Nigel raised himself up and
took a proper look. "Oh my god! Wot you gonna do?"

"I dunno." replied Richard very lamely. "Wot's me mum gonna say?"

All the spirit had gone from Richard's voice, it sounded reminiscent of
when he was stuck with his foot stuck in the toilet. The front of his
trousers was nothing but a sticky mess of dust and dirt which had obviously
adhered to the large wet patch of precum when they had crawled over.

"Wot is it?" Ian leaned over. "Oh fuckin' hell, looks they needs a good
wash."

"Mum'll go fuckin' mental and she'll know I been wanking!" Richard ran
finger though the dirt, it was certainly stuck fast. "I can't go home like
this."

"Y'know mate, I'd take a guess she knows you wanks already!" said Ian
grinning.

"Would you get into a pair of Art's jeans or something?" asked Nigel. "He's
the only one of us who's near your size."

"I ain't as fat as he is!" said Art indignantly.

"You ain't exactly fuckin thin though is you?" replied Nigel.

"Well," Art sniffed, "maybe not,.. but!"

"I might get in `em." said Richard looking at Art's none to slim
waistline. "But I ain't fat."

"No, yer both fuckin' plump!" said Nigel. "That's fuckin' halfway between
thin and fat! So wot about it?"

"Well that's all right then." replied Art happily, his honour saved.

"Hey Ian!" hissed Nigel pointing to the other end of the shed. "Listen,
they're getting all excited again, let's fuckin' get ready and get the
other rope done."

"Right. Then I'll stay there and be ready to pull." Ian started to crawl to
the other end of the shed.

"Art, follow him, so you two can pull on that rope and Rich and I'll pull
on this `un."

"Yes fuckin' Sir!" Art grinned. "Right. But listen before I goes. When we
both got our rope ready you watch me and I'll give the signal and we'll all
pull like fuck. OK?"

"Hope it fuckin' works!"

"Wot's it's gonna do?" asked Richard still none the wiser as to what had
been planned.

"You'll fuckin' find out!" Ian grinned. "I hope!"

"Anyway, if it don't it don't do it? And, it's been a fucking gert laugh
wotever happens ain't it?"

"Yeah." Nigel looked at Art, it was the wrong thing to do at the wrong
time. Art simply smiled back, one of those smiles, Nigel felt weak at the
knees and the hairs on the back of his neck rose.

"Nige.."

"Oh god. I know. Oh fuck! Don't say nothing, please just go over and pull
yer rope."

"I'd rather pull yer cock!"

Art winked and turned to crawl after Ian towards the other end of the
shed. He looked back and grinned at Nigel just as another burst of cheering
and clapping rang out from inside the shed which luckily allowed Ian to
again very skilfully dislodge the other piece of thin rope.



It was luck that Simon and Martin were to be the next to entertain and
there was no doubt the boys were really looking forward to seeing exactly
what Martin had hidden in his shorts. One thing was certain, since he
didn't have any pockets there had to be something else that was making them
protrude so much at the front. And, as Joe and Brian had performed
brilliantly, both throwing all inhibitions to the wind they had a hard act
to follow.

"Yer we go, come on out the bloody way!" announced Simon dragging the
reluctant Martin behind him through to the small area of dusty floor space
which was serving as the stage.

"Cor, he don't look too happy!" said Barry peering out, having been
squeezed in between Alex and Robbie.

"Well you wouldn't be too fuckin' happy if you'd just cum in yer pants
would you!" replied Simon grinning, he nudged Martin, "Come on Mart, for
fucks sake give 'em a smile and show 'em it's fun to do it in yer
shorts. `cause it is innit!"

Martin obligingly managed a very fixed smile.

"Oi Mart, well turn round, let's have butchers at yer shorts." called out
Tom from behind Jimmy.

"Yeah come on Mart, look as though yer enjoying it" whispered Simon quickly
in his ear, "turn round and show 'em yer shorts, then you can take mine off
first."

Feeling very embarrassed Martin turned to face the boys. A very obvious
bulge surmounted on a large wet patch which extended well down the legs of
the shorts and refected the sunlight coming through the dirty window.

"Bloody hell, looks like he's cum a gallon of the stuff!" said David
peering forward unable to believe what he was seeing. "Shit!"

"He must soak his bed every night!" said Alex staring hard, the white of
Martin's briefs could be seen sticking to the thin white shorts. "And we
worries about making a few drips!"

"Me mum would go mental if I'd done that in me pants! You can't hide that
much can you?" said Tom to Alex, "Wouldn't your mum?"

"She'd be getting dad to have another little chat with me!" Alex
blushed. "Wot's his jimjams like!"

"I `spose mine would as well!" Tom grinned. "Be worth it though if we could
make that much wouldn't it!"

"Wow! Don't think I'll ever make that much." Jimmy looked Joe. "Look you
can see his pants stuck to his shorts! And the elastic!"

"Nah, nor will I."

Robbie looked around the shed. Of those boys he could see, even allowing
for the odd hand stuffed inside their underpants there was nobody there
having anything as remotely prominent as what Martin could offer.

"Bleeding hell!" Barry nudged Robbie and whispered. "Think ours get that
big?"

"No!"

Robbie did have one advantage, since he couldn't ejaculate he had a hand
inside his or rather, Barry's briefs and was already rubbing the head of
his cock between thumb and forefinger.

"Right, you lot keep watching," Simon grinned, " `cause his shorts coming
off now!"

"Get 'em off, get 'em off.." David started to chant, something which was
soon picked by the other boys.

"No they fuckin' ain't!" shouted Martin turning back to Simon. "Yours is!"

That brought a collective cheer and more chants of, "Get 'em off, get 'em
off."

"You've fuckin' changed yer mind quick, wot's happened then?" whispered
Simon quickly as the cheering grew. "You alright?"

"Look at 'em? They wants to see wot I got, I can't disappoint 'em can I?"
replied Martin, looking around at the grinning faces. "So I `spose I might
as well try and enjoy it. Who knows, I might!"

"I see why Tom likes you."

"Don't fuckin' start me off, let's just get on with it."

"Oi, fuckin' hurry up!" shouted Jimmy. "We wants to see how wet his pants
is!"

"Right, it's him first!" said Martin grabbing at Simon's shorts. Pulling
them down very unceremoniously to the dirty floor he left him standing
there in a rather small vest and pair of very baggy, grubby old Y-fronts.

"Where's yer Woollies pants then?" shouted Alex pointing
excitedly. "There's room in them for two!"

"Fuck off," said Simon, "these is Art's old ones, I ain't ruining me good
ones here!"

"We wants Woollies!" chorused Tom, soon joined by David. "We wants
Woollies, we wants Simon's Woollies pants!"

"So is you gonna wreck `em then? I wore me old ones just in case as well."
called out Jimmy. "I mean if they ain't yours, then you will?"

"Yeah, I `spose so." said Simon not really thinking about it.

Martin had reached another crossroads having been presented with so many
twelve year old bodies. Consumed by lust his emotional pendulum had now
swung in the opposite direction allowing all his guilt to be brushed to one
side leaving him free to satiate his desires with the younger
boys. Bolstered by the way he had been accepted as one of the gang he told
himself there was no real choice other than to join in or he would simply
ruin the event for everybody. Knowing he had the biggest cock there and
being keen to make an exhibition of himself to encourage the boys to fondle
it was now an incentive in itself.

"Why don't you," shouted Alex above the noise, "why don't you both get in
his pants!"

"Wot?" Martin didn't quite hear, he cupped his hand to his ear.

Tom joined Alex and together they shouted out, "Why don't you both get in
Simon's pants!"

That brought another round of noisy appreciation and lewd comments.

"Keep yer shorts on and get in behind Simon in his pants!" called out
Joe. "You can wet his bum with yer cummy shorts!"

"Go on, get in behind him!"

"Yeah with yer wet pants!"

"Wet his bum!"

"Wank him off!"

"Get on with it!"

"Wank him off!"

"Yeah... yeah! Pull his willy out and wank him off!" yelled Jimmy, already
masturbating furiously under the cover of his oversize vest.

"It's wot they want innit?" Martin excitedly leant over to speak into
Simon's ear.

"So do I!" Simon ginned. "Try and get in behind me, don't matter if they
rips."

"Fuckin' get on with it!" shouted Joe. "Pull his cock out the piss hole and
wank him off, we wanna see him cum!"

"Simon's gonna get wanked, Simon's gonna get wanked..." the chorus grew.

Balanced on one leg Martin was struggling to actually get his foot through
the same leg opening as Simon. Still wearing his shorts he was at something
of a disadvantage, but by pulling hard on the briefs he managed to make the
openings large enough to start getting his legs through.

After a lot of effort accompanied by much cheering from the enthusiastic
audience he finally succeeded in pressing up behind Simon and stretching
the briefs back up to sufficiently to cover his shorts. With his arms
around Simon's waist he hugged him tightly and started to rhythmically push
the front of his cummy shorts in between the naked buttocks.

"Shag his ass!" yelled Joe on seeing them pretty much bound together by the
overstretched Y-fronts..

"Wank Simon off!" shouted David. "We wanna see him cum!"

"Yeah, wank him off, get his cock out!" added Barry, now following Jimmy's
example having pushed a hand inside his briefs beneath the cover of his
vest.

"Wank him off, wank him off!" the chorus started again.

For Simon it was all very erotic. Very, very erotic. Not only was his body
tightly encircled by Martin's arms but, the feeling of the squelchy shorts
being forced between his buttocks was a totally new and disgustingly
enjoyable experience.

"Wank him off, wank him off!" the noise continued.

Martin although only very recently having ejaculated felt he was certainly
going to easily manage a repeat performance and continued to very
energetically hump Simon's bum. Unable to really see what he was doing, his
hands groped the front of the briefs as he tried to get his hand inside and
pull Simon's cock out, they were both oblivious to the warning sounds of
the fabric beginning to tear.

"He's got it, he's got it!" shouted Tom excitedly.

They all stared at Martin's hands whilst they wrestled with the
recalcitrant fly opening, sounds of ripping seemed to facilitate the
manoeuvre. Finally with a triumphant flourish Martin hauled Simon's erect
cock into the daylight ignoring the fact that it was looking rather red and
worse for wear from all the rough handling.

"Bleedin' hell, go easy!" cried Simon looking down. "You'll fuckin' hurt it
like that!"

"Sorry," replied Martin in his ear, "I got carried away."

"You will be fuckin' carried away if you carries on treating me will like
that!" replied Simon. "Now fuckin' go easy with it!"

"Sorry." Martin paused and took a deep breath.

"Well don't fuckin' stop now!" shouted Tom.

"Wank him off... wank him off..." cried David starting the chorus off
again.

Unable to hear any further protests from Simon above the rising background
noise Martin started to masturbate Simon's generally overworked few inches
and resumed humping him with the front of his wet shorts.

"I'm cumming!" cried Jimmy his voice growing to a crescendo as he began to
shudder and ejaculate into the hem of his vest.

"That yer first?" asked Joe excitedly bending over and watching the few
shimmering dribbles as they clung to the white cotton.

"Nah, me third today," replied Jimmy grinning, "and it won't be me last
either!"

"You're one ahead!" Joe grinned and pushed his hand inside his briefs, to
discover they already had a few wet spots.

"Quick watch!" Tom nudged Joe from behind. "Looks like Simon's gonna cum."

"Cor, so does Mart, fuckin' hell just look at him!" said Jimmy pointing
with a rather grubby, if not slimy finger.

Cumming they most certainly were.

"Watch Simon quick, he's fuckin' cumming!" shouted Joe.

Every head craned to see the few blobs of the magical liquid that were now
beginning to exude from the much reddened tip of Simon's cock to end up
sticking to Martin's rapidly moving hand.

"Fuckin' hell! I'm cumming... I'm cumming.." yelled Simon hoarsely, his
jerking body movements confirming the power of his ejaculation, however
painful he had found Martin's masturbation technique to be.

Profusely dripping precum within the stretched Y-fronts Martin was also
very close to cumming for a second time. In all the excitement he had
unwittingly exaggerated his humping to the point where he had strained the
old Y-fronts to the absolute limit. After a lifetime of constant
masturbatory underwear abuse by Art and now by the combined force of both
Simon and Martin it really was a testament to the quality of the Y-fronts
that they had lasted as long as they did. Virtually indestructible by
school boys, that should have been the Lyle and Scott motto!

With a ripping noise that could almost be heard above the cacophony of
shouts and cheers the side seams gracefully parted. The sight of the two
boys, now connected by the waistband and little else except for the large
protrusion in Martin's shorts which nestled in between Simon's sweating
buttocks brought an enormous cheer and whistles from the enthralled
onlookers!

To stop either physically or mentally was now quite out of the question for
Martin.

Despite having just ejaculated, Simon was still being tightly held around
his waist and continually humped by Martin, so to say he was extremely
aroused was an understatement. To the surprise of the audience he suddenly
reached around behind himself with all his strength caught hold of Martin's
shorts wrenching them, together with the sodden briefs down to Martin's
knees exposed the vast difference between a fifteen and a twelve year old
erection. It wasn't so much the extra length as the thickness, which when
combined with the foreskin now positively drooling precum was to be a
memorable sight for the younger boys.

Naturally it was the cause of further whistles, jeers and shouts of
appreciation which the resounded through the shed with Martin blithely
continuing to ram himself against Simon. Red in the face with effort,
shuddering and occasionally gasping for breath it was only by extreme
self-control that he only allowed his foreskin to brush against Simon's
bumhole and not enter. Spurting string after string of spunk between
Simon's buttocks he wished he could have had the opportunity to properly
fulfil yet another of his bedtime fantasies.

From outside the shed it appeared that the volume coming from the excited
participants within was getting louder than ever.

"Fuckin' hell wot's they doing in there?" exclaimed Art turning to Ian.

"Fucked if I know!" Ian shrugged his shoulders and grinned. "Well, shall we
do it?"

"Fuckin' right we're gonna do it, you ready then?"

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Chap 103 to follow