Date: Tue, 20 Nov 2012 23:42:03 +0000
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief Encounters Chap 108

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 108 – It's fuckin' `orse innit?


"Wot's the fucks this then?"

Nigel lent over, looked and scratched bumfluff on his chin. "It's fuckin'
`orse innit?"

"It's fuckin' wot?"

"It's fuckin' `orse!

"I ain't eaten fuckin' `orse before!" Art looked aghast. The stringy piece
of meat dangled precariously off his fork above the watery gravy.

"You fuckin' have."

"I have fuckin' not!"

"You fuckin' have," Nigel peered at it again, "every Monday, we have
fuckin' `orse!"

"No we don't, `cause they says it's fuckin' stew."

"Ah, but it's fuckin' `orse stew innit? That's wot I said innit, we've had
it every fuckin' Monday since we been at this fuckin' school ain't we?"

"He's fuckin' right." said Robin enthusiastically. "It's fuckin' `orse stew
innit."

"Well, fuck the `orse!" Art dropped the fork onto the plate splashing the
gravy over the table. "I ain't eating no fuckin' `orse again, I thought I
was eating fuckin' cow!"

"Nah, Nige is right, it's fuckin' `orse!" confirmed Robin looking closely
at the plate.

"Didn't you hear it clippy fuckin' clopping down the fuckin' road, `bout
ten o'clock this morning?" asked Nigel also staring into the plate.

"Shit!" Art looked really surprised. "No."

"I heard it, then there a noise like a car crash just after." said
Nigel. "You didn't hear that either then?"

"Yer I did." said Robin.

"No!" Art shook his head. "Oh shit! Poor fuckin' thing."

"At least.. at least it's fuckin' fresh `orse then innit?" stuttered Robin,
having to turn away before he burst out laughing.

"Probably just died outside and they put it straight in the fuckin' pot
then, `cause well," Nigel couldn't look at Art either, "we all knows wot
them cooks and foods like yer don't us?"

"It's crap food innit." confirmed Robin.

"No! Oh shit, d'you really reckon this is that poor fuckin' `orse then?"
Art's mouth dropped rather like the fishing line which had just caught him
hook, line and sinker!

"Course." replied Robin, he caught Nigel's eye which was the wrong thing to
do.

"Fuckin' hell I never thought that." mused Art as he stared at he fat
solidifying on the surface of the said watery gravy. "Oh, that poor fuckin'
`orse!"

Nigel couldn't contain himself any longer and erupted in laughter to be
followed a moment later by Robin. Bewildered at their actions Art just
looked at them, both laughing so much tears began rolling down their
cheeks. Slowly his face became contorted and he violently pushed his plate
away so the knife fell onto the table.

"You cunts.. you bastards.. you fuckin' made it all up..."


By the end of only his very first morning at the grammar school Charles'
world had been turned on it's head and not just in the academic sense
either. Thanks to Alex's invasion of his shorts he had now graduated from
not having the faintest idea what his cock was for to now realising it
could actually be a source of great comfort and pleasure.

However, that revelation directly contradicted with what his mother had
told him when he was about ten. Having caught him playing with himself she
had most emphatically said it was a dirty thing to do. That now posed the
question, if it were such a sin then why did Alex and the other boys appear
to do it and like doing it? Could his mother possibly be wrong? For Charles
it was slow burning fuse and had now been lit.

"Wot you done to him them?" whispered Tom, he nudged Alex and nodded
towards Charles sat across the dining table.

"Wot Goggles, I showed him where his willy was!"

"Now it looks like he's trying to break it off!"

Charles had his hand between his legs and was totally unaware that his
actions beneath the table were blatantly obvious to such seasoned voyeurs
as Tom and Alex.

"Hey, we finished dinner so," Brian lent over to Alex, "so let's get him
down the bog in a minute."

"Should we hang on, `cause I reckon if we waits a couple of minutes he
might have found out how to wank!"

"Better still if we gets him to do in the bog?"

"Or we could do it for him." Tom grinned.

"Oi Gog's, come on we're off to do yer little dance." Brian poked him in
the back.

"Oh golly!"

"Did you collect them on the jam as well then?" Alex was having extreme
difficulty in trying not to laugh and it wasn't getting any easier.

"I don't know what you mean?"

Resigned to accept his selection of new nicknames Charles looked nervously
up and very hurriedly withdrew his hand from between his legs. "Do I.. do I
have to?"

"Yeah, `cause you knows wot Tom said about them prefects and all that don't
you?" replied Alex desperately avoiding eye contact. "You wouldn't wanna be
unprepared for them would you?"

"D'you see him in the corner," Tom pointed to a bored looking sixth former
quietly picking at a rather scabrous pustule on his chin and dreaming of
his next cigarette, "he's one."

"Could be one of them `an all!" added Brian pulling a face.

"One of those what?" asked Charles, as correct as ever.

"Well, one of those innit? You know." Alex wisely left it there as he
wasn't quite sure what one of those was anyway!

Winking at Brian, Tom stood up and noisily pushed his chair back from the
table and reached down for his bag. Charles continued to look nervously
about not wishing to leave the relative safety of the dining hall. The
bored sixth former looked at the scab caught under his dirty finger nail
and scratched his partial erectionr through his pocket with his free hand.

"You gotta do it sometime Gog's," said Alex, "them prefects don't take no
messing about. Come on up you get."

"Where are we going?" asked Charles, his hands starting to tremble as he
reached down for his nice new bag. "Do I have to? Really?"

"Yer Gog's, course you do. Just think of them prefects, you don't wanna
mess with them!"

With that Brian turned and set off briskly in the direction of the science
block, one hand deep in his shorts pocket and worming under the elastic of
his briefs. Alex and Tom carefully sandwiched Charles between them and at a
rather forced pace set off after Brian.

"Yer we is." announced Brian proudly as he threw open the door.

"Shit!" observed Tom very correctly. They were greeted by the sight and
smell of a soaking wet floor, blocked urinal and what looked like the
disgusting effluent from an overflowing toilet coming from under one of the
battered metal cubicle doors.

"Uumm.. oh shit, it's much worse than usual!" Alex looked at Tom and
scratched his head.  "How we gonna do this?"

"Oh no!"

Charles looked around to see some rather ominous tubular objects floating
near the cubicles. Shocked with the thought he might become contaminated
his pallid face turned totally white to match his stick like legs. It
certainly wasn't the high standard of toilet facilities he had been used to
at his previous school.

"It fuckin' stinks!" Tom quickly glanced at Charles then leaned over Alex,
"We can't make the poor sod do it here, the fuckin' floors all cover
in... oh shit!"

"We really oughta tell that nasty caretaker bloke shouldn't we? The bogs
all blocked innit?" said Brian watching a crisp packet float by across the
floor.

"Must have been a bloody gert turd to do this lot!" Alex started to giggle.

The Aertex briefs which Art had so thoughtfully left in the toilet bowl
remained snagged in a bend of the main drain as the numerous sheets of
non-degradable Izal toilet paper very effectively formed a blockage in the
pipe.

Charles was visibly biting his lip and clenching his hands. Tears were
scheduled to follow any second.

"It's all right Gog's," said Brian tentatively putting an arm around him
and pulling him back towards the drier floor by the door, "I think the
fuckin' bogs exploded!"

"Uumm... oohhh..." Charles sniffed and put a finger behind his glasses to
wipe the first of his tears away and wailed. "I don't like this school, I
want my mummy!"

"Oh fuckin' shit!" hissed Alex to Tom. "For gawds sake don't let him start
crying!"

"How do we stop him?" Tom pulled a face. "Hang on... I gotta idea!"

"It's alright Gog's," Alex smiled, then looked to Tom desperately hoping
for some news of his wonderful idea, "we got the wrong bog.. this ones a
right mess innit?"

"It's horrible. It's all horrible! I don't like it here.." wailed
Charles. "I want to go home!"

"Tell you wot Charlie.." seizing the moment Tom sidled over to add his arm
to the not very broad shoulders supported on the thin, shaking white legs.

"Tell me what?" he continued sniffing and rubbing his eyes as they quickly
propelled him from the toilet with all speed.

"I'll... I'll go and see them prefects in their room ... just for you
and.." Tom tried to sound as serious as he possibly could. "I will... I'll
uumm.. ask if.. uumm.."

"You will?" asked Brian incredulously, he instantly turned to face away
from Tom before he exploded in laughter.

"Yer and I'll..." continued Tom ad-libbing as best he could, "and I'll tell
'em they might have to wait a few days before they.. they... uumm.."

"They.. they wot?" feigning a coughing fit to disguise his uncontrollable
giggling Alex just had to stop and let them walk ahead.

Charles had removed his glasses and was now wiping both eyes with the
sleeve of his new blazer.

"Well, say uumm.. that uumm.." Tom followed Alex's example and started
coughing, eventually pulling himself together he rapidly concluded, "that,
that they's gonna have to wait for you to get ready.. for, for yer dance!"

"Will they?" croaked Charles sounding very forlorn. "Will they?"

"I think so.. if I speaks nicely!" replied Tom before starting to cough
again.

"I think they just might, yer. uumm... well.." added Brian, he looked
across and winked at Alex.

"You're all so nice!"

Charles took a firm grip on Tom's arm and made a point of trying to look
him in the face. He wiped his eyes again. "And you three got all that extra
homework just because of me."

"It don't matter."

Seeing the huge eyes behind the lenses was enough, Tom smiled briefly and
turned away, this time it was him who blinked.

"I'm sure they prefects will agree if Tom does it right," Alex took Tom's
other hand and squeezed it, "they might be gert big prefects, but they
ain't nasty is they?"

"Don't think so." Brian winked at Tom who with both arms occupied was
rapidly blinking.


Having recovered from the seemingly hilarious subject of school dinners and
horse stew Art had led his fearless band of two back into Mr Wood's
classroom. Robin had been posted by the door to keep watch whilst Nigel
stood by Art trying to keep the rubbish off the floor as Art rummaging
around inside the waste bin.

"Oh shit me pants is all covered in crumbs and fuckin' pencil shavings!" he
said pulling the briefs from the bottom of the basket and shaking them in
the vain hope the offending detritus would fall off. It didn't, at times
semen was almost as good as any brand of adhesive. Or starch!

"It's `cause yer cum is fuckin' sooper sticky innit?" observed Nigel, "hey,
don't fuckin' shake 'em near me, I don't want yer spunky rubbish over me!"

"Nor me." Robin moved over to take closer look and was immediately fixated
by the large damp patch on the front. For a few moments he just stared
imaging adding a deluge of cum from his own cock into the red cotton whilst
being masturbated by Art.

"Oi," Nigel poked Robin in the ribs, "You cumming in your pants as well
then?"

Instantly Robin pulled his hand from his pocket. "No.. no.. uumm.."

"I knows wot you'll be doing in bed tonight, you'll be thinking of Art in
his red pants." Nigel grinned. "Don't let mummy see yer jimjams though!"

Now as red as Art's briefs Robin just stood there unsure what to say.

"Oh shit, there's fuckin' ink over 'em as well now!" exclaimed Art in
dismay holding the briefs up to the light for all to see. That soon had
Robin's cock twitching through his trouser pocket, he looked around to see
if his obvious movements had been noticed, which of course they had. Nigel
winked.

"You're a right little wanker ain't you, so me pants has turned you on
then?" Art grinned. "Well just don't get it over yer sheets and let mummy
see!"

Blushing Robin didn't really have time to reply as Nigel pushed past.

"Art, let's get the fuck outta here before we gets caught. We'll go to the
bog round the corner by the history room and you can wash the crud off
'em."

A minute later the three were gathered around a chipped washhand basin with
Art doing his best to coax some warm water from the tap and rattling the
empty liquid soap dispenser in the hope it might dispense something.

"Cor, you're good at washing by hand," Nigel watched as Art rubbed at the
wet fabric, "would you do my undies as well?"

"I'm fuckin' good at doing a lot of things by hand!" Art grinned. "But one
thing I ain't doing is washing your dirty knickers, so fuckin' piss off!"

"Can I try? I ain't never washed nothing before!"

"Wot?"

Robin knew the question sounded utterly ridiculous and he should never have
asked it, but after Art's veiled propositions what did he have to loose?
Besides he would be able to finally hold Art's briefs, another plus to what
had already turned into a landmark day in far more ways than one. As Art
instantly guessed it wasn't the washing action Robin wanted to try, it was
the opportunity to hold the underpants. Somehow he knew what was going
through Robin's mind, he turned, smiled and handed them over. Could this be
the first time Robin had ever been involved in anything remotely sexual
with another boy?

"Yeah," Art glanced at Nigel, "it's good to know how to wash things innit?"

"Especially yer pants when you shouldn't have wanked in 'em!" Nigel
grinned.

Robin was almost trembling with excitement, never before had he had
anything to do with another boy in a remotely sexual way. Like so many
others sex for him, comprised furtive glances around the changing rooms and
the bare facts of masturbation. Unless one had the courage or were
extrovert enough to dare ask another boy there were no other sources of
information. Thus for Robin to be actually holding something as exciting as
the latest in skimpy underwear that had suffered the ravages and emissions
of one Arthur Weldon it was an incredibly erotic event in itself.

"You ain't never done nothing with nobody else have you?" asked Nigel
without any preamble. "I reckon holding Art's pants is as far as you've
ever got. That right then?"

"Wot?" Robin knew he was now so red it felt like his skin was burning.

"Don't be embarrassed." Art smiled, one of those smiles.

Robin took a deep breath, pressing his circumcised member into the rim of
the basin he continued to fiddle around with the wet briefs pretending to
wash them and avoiding all eye contact.

"You ain't have you?" repeated Nigel.

"No." he mumbled and shook his head. "I've wanted to, but... but.. oh I
don't know.. I'm"

"You wanted to know if I had any pants on earlier didn't you?" Art smiled
again and moved to stand by his side. Looking extremely nervous Robin knew
he was caught between a rock and hard place, the hard place naturally being
his own cock.

"It's alright don't move, I ain't gonna do nothing... unless you wants me
to.."

Robin couldn't have moved if he'd wanted to, rooted to the spot he allowed
Art to walk behind him. The hands started by first unbuttoning and then
lifting his blazer out of the way before very slowly encircling his waist
and running all around the waistband of his trousers.

Through the white shirt it didn't take long for Art to locate for the top
of the white elastic waistband that were Robin's white C and A underpants,
after teasing the trousers down just enough to be able to feel the elastic
all around Art paused. Robin had never felt anything so erotic before, he
could feel his cock twitching inside his briefs, a wet spot was forming. He
waited expectantly for Art to begin again.

Standing in front, the outline of his cock through his grey trousers easily
dwarfing the bulge that Robin was stroking through his pocket Nigel looked
at Robin and winked as Art, standing directly behind restarted his
efforts. First he removed Robin's hands from his pockets and then began
running around his hands around his waist again. Stopping, his hands
changing direction and began gradually moving downwards passing over
Robin's trouser pockets to finish cupping Robin's buttocks.

Grinning on seeing what was surely confirmation of the wet spot on Robin's
trousers Nigel upped the temperature by pushing a hand down the front of
his own trousers and quite obviously grasped the head of his
organ. Meantime, Art's hands had restarted their own exploration and were
slowly, but very surely pressing on the elastic which outlined Robin's
briefs, the stubby fingers tracing it all around to finish between his
legs.

Motionless, Robin made no objection even when Art's hands returned to the
waistband and deftly undid the clasp. Slowly falling to hang around his
knees they exposed the front of his shirt, showing a shimmering patch which
must have been absorbed from the front of his underpants. Unknown to Robin,
Art still standing behind had now released his own trousers which fell
allowing his sticky, drooling member to twang into view! Watched closely by
Nigel, Art reached around to the front of Robin's briefs where he began to
repeatedly slide the slimy cotton over the twitching cockhead whilst he
wiped the end of his own cock on the seat of Robin's briefs.

Even though Art was the perpetrator, like Robin he was fairly trembling
with excitement and neither were far off ejaculation. Never in his wildest
fantasies had Robin ever dreamt of anything as remotely exciting as to what
was now actually happening to him. By the time Art had wrapped Robin's cock
in his own briefs and taken a firm hold to start the process of
masturbation, precum was already oozing through the fabric and the cue for
Nigel begin masturbating inside his trousers.

Nigel in particular found the situation incredibly erotic and reacted by
suddenly pulled both his trousers and distinctly grubby Y-fronts down in
one swift movement allowing his large cock to spring into view. Robin's
eyes nearly popped out of his head when Nigel grabbed at the sticky shaft,
retracted the foreskin to expose the head and instantly release several
large globules of precum to drip down onto his crumpled clothes.

Leaking profusely with ejaculation imminent, Art's cock had forced the rear
of Robin's briefs well into his crack whilst he continued to masturbate a
clearly delighted Robin through his white briefs.

"Aaaahh... ffuuuccckkk..." grunted Art, pulling hard on Robin's cock he
pushed his own ever deeper in between Robin's buttocks as he began to
shudder before starting to ejaculate over the seat of Robin's briefs.

For his part Robin could feel the hot sperm running down between his
buttocks, the sensation of that coupled with Art's experienced hand was
more than enough to send him into a climax like he had never experienced
before. Even with the seat of his underpants thoroughly soaked and firmly
wedged in his crack Art hadn't released his grip. Robin could do little but
tremble as the orgasm swept through his body, his throbbing cock spewing
it's hot load into his soggy underpants, leaking out through the fabric and
over Art's unrelenting hand.

The sight of the two boys grappling with each other as the opalescent goo
escaped from Robin's briefs and over Art was enough to send Nigel over the
edge. Continuing to masturbate with his trousers around his ankles he
hobbled over as quickly as he could to stand directly in front of Robin and
roughly pushed the head of his cock inside, past the leg opening to ram it
into Robin's pubic hairs already covered in his own hot cum. His organ
jerking wildly inside Robin's briefs, Nigel shot his huge load and then
proceeded to massage the combined cum into the briefs and over both Robin
and Art.

Being sexually assaulted on two fronts simultaneously was more than Robin
could take, he stood quivering sandwiched between Art and Nigel as they
infused his underpants with oodles of hot spunk. Quite literally dripping
with a very heady combination of all their emissions it was to be a moment
he would always remember.

"Fuck." breathless, Art was the first to utter a word.

Taking a very deep breath Nigel opened his eyes and took a step backwards
before looking downwards. "Oh bloody hell!"

Robin was feeling like he didn't know what! Saying nothing, he just
continued to stand there trembling with one hand absolutely plastered in
semen gripping Art's hand which continued to rub his twitching
organ. Strings of cum descended downwards to anoint his legs and crumpled
trousers.

Nigel, still grasping his own now flagging erection looked in disbelief at
the front of Robin's briefs which were utterly soaked with spunk.

"Oh fuck... I didn't mean to.. uumm.."

"Shit!" said Art finally releasing his grip and looking at Robin standing
there with a glazed expression on his face.

"Hey Robin," said Nigel reaching down to pull his cum splattered briefs and
trousers straight back up over his shrinking cock, "you'd better wash your
pants as well!"

"Wot?"

Robin looked around sounding quite dazed. In the space of a few minutes he
had progressed from an innocent bedtime onanist to a fully initiated member
of Art's inner circle.

"Get yer pants off or you'll covering yer trousers in spunk!" reiterated
Art. "Look, I ain't got mine on neither!"

"Yer Art, we're gonna have to help, look he's fuckin' right out of it!"
said Nigel stuffing the weeping head of his cock back into his fly, "Art,
come and help me take 'em off for him or he'll have to go into lessons like
it!"

Rather like a helpless child Nigel and Art set about removing Robin's
shoes, trousers and very slimy briefs. Art having pulled his own trousers
back up hadn't fastened them correctly and they soon fell down around his
ankles highlighting the fact he had no underpants either. All too soon
having to handle Robin and remove his briefs laden with spunk, Art started
to get another erection something quickly noticed by Nigel who knew he was
also getting aroused again and could probably cum for a second time.

Attempting to help undress Robin only excited them further and it soon
degenerated into chaos when Robin suddenly came back to life having
appeared to shed all inhibitions as he started to try and grab Art's
erection. Not content with chasing Art who's movements were severely
restricted by his fallen trousers, Robin started to masturbate himself in
the hope of persuading somebody to join him! Nigel in true mother hen mode
continued to flap about trying to get both his charges more or less
respectable before the lesson bell rang!

He failed miserably!

Dressed they may have been, but without underwear it was blatantly obvious
both Art and Robin were sporting very firm erections as the near identical
wet patches on their trousers confirmed. Robin after his erotic ordeal,
looked a total disaster since the entire front and one leg of his grey
trousers were smeared with semen and there could be no mistaking what the
stains were. Luckily for Art, he had escaped relatively lightly since the
majority of his spunk had ended up over the rear of Robin's briefs.

It was at that point that Robin came back to earth with bang. Still holding
his erection through his trousers he eventually looked at himself and saw
the state of his uniform, he turned very pale .

"Shit!" he exclaimed looking horrified, "It's me mum.. oh fuck, wot's she
gonna say?"

"She'd say," Nigel grinned, "that unless you leaves yer willy alone you
won't stand a fuckin' chance before you cums in yer trousers again!"

"He's dead fuckin' right." Art nodded. "We've both been without pants
before and you can't bloody leave it alone. It's a fact!"

"Last time," Nigel nodded towards Art, "he had fuckin' cum going everywhere
in class! Once you starts to play with it through yer pocket, yer fucked!"

"You'll be walking round with spunky trousers, so fuckin' leave it alone."
said Art firmly. "Right now, so get yer fuckin' hand out!"

"Yeah, you can wash yer pants instead!" said Nigel. "They don't half
fuckin' stink!"

"Alright don't go on about it." said Robin not really believing that
resisting the temptation to have a gentle fondle of his cock could be so
hard to do.

"Get yer washing yer pants then at least then you can take 'em home. We
ain't got too long before the bell." said Nigel. "Hey, anyway I wanted to
ask you something."

"Wot?" Robin was holding his briefs, now looking extremely shapeless with
the added weight of semen. Dangling them over the basin he waited
impatiently for it to fill up with lukewarm water.

"Well," Nigel scratched his chin, "you gotta sister ain't you?"

"Yeah, she's a year older. So wot?"

"Well.. uumm.." it was to be a rare occasion. Nigel actually blushed, "have
you seen her.. her.. you knows.. her.."

"Her fanny and her tits?" Robin grinned.

"Yeah... I've seen tits in a dirty book but I don't know wot.. you
know.. wot umm.."

If anything Nigel looked even more embarrassed and stuttered to a halt. Art
looked on speechless.

Girls!

Why on earth would Nigel want to know about them!

"I have, but uumm.. me.. dad.. he.. went.." Robin suddenly went quiet, his
buoyant mood seemed to suddenly evaporate.

"Sorry, wot is it... uumm.." Nigel looked rather concerned, "look don't say
nothing if you don't want to. I only wondered."

"But I wants to." Robin blinked. "I ain't never told nobody before... but
dad.. well he.. umm.."

"Don't say nothing unless you wants to `cause.. uumm.." began Nigel only to
be cut short by the toilet door crashing open.

Harry appeared in the doorway, he looked at the three boys. As if by
instinct his gaze dropped to their trousers, with no underwear the
erections were pretty obvious. All three looked extremely guilty and just
stood there regaining their composure from the shock of being so noisily
interrupted.

"You dirty fucker Art, somebody said you was always at it!" Harry grinned.

Unfortunately it appeared that Art was beginning to get something a
reputation for being found in the toilets with other boys, certainly
something he didn't want to encourage under any circumstances. Saying
nothing he looked very embarrassed and swallowed hard.

"You cunt, you nearly gave me a fuckin' heart attack!" replied Nigel
quickly having seen Art's shocked look, he patted his chest.

"Sorry mate," said Harry, "but it ain't my fault `cause I just got caught
and been sent to find Art. I've been fuckin' knackered running all over the
place trying to find him."

"Find me? Wot! Why?" Art was thrown into panic he looked to Nigel then
Robin and finally back to Harry. "Who... who want's me? Wot I done? Wot the
fuck's it about?"

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Chap 109 to follow