Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2013 16:22:02 +0000
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief encounters Chap 114

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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>>>> Whooops - I seem to have a lost a week somewhere! So sorry about the
extra week's wait, I should be back on fortnightly posting from now on!!!


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Chapter 114 – I think I've sat in some shit!


Charles said nothing in response to David's leading question. Of course he
wanted to take up David's offer of mutual masturbation, but his very proper
upbringing wouldn't quite allow himself to say so. Yet!

Instead he studied the artistic efforts which decorated the cubicle walls
and focused on a very crude depiction of an enormous penis, the
accompanying text suggesting it belonged to a first year boy appropriately
called Roger who was available for unspecified acts in exchange for half a
Mars bar and a packet of Smiths crisps.

"I don't think he is do you?"

"I don't reckon he even knows he's being offered." replied David
casually. "If mine were that big I'd wanna a bloody box of crisps not a
packet!"

"Well I just wish mine were as big as yours." said Charles turning away
from the drawing and looking down at David who was still holding his cock.

"Ah... and I wish mine was as big as Roger's!" not sure how else to reply
he left it at that.

Then to David's amazement for the very first time Charles actually
grinned. He returned to the subject matter. "But Dave, you're quite right,
my mum isn't here is she?"

"No she ain't," he replied encouragingly, "but we are ain't we?"

Charles nodded vigorously. Mummy could well be right about a lot of things,
but couldn't control his sexual development.

The sight of David standing there in his maroon school blazer and white
shirt, shorts fallen around his grey socks was incredibly arousing. David
looked at Charles and unashamedly squeezed his erection with his right hand
holding his blue briefs away from his balls with his left.

"Well, shall we do it then?"

Charles swallowed hard. Having cleared the first hurdle and dispelled his
mother's warnings that to play with himself was dirty had allowed him to
move on, particularly now having seen how much David appeared to be
enjoying himself. It was definitely time to throw both inhibition and
caution to the wind. Time in fact to get some fingers on experience.

"Right, you watch, follow me and keep up." David wrapped his fingers around
his shaft and began rubbing it so that with each stroke the foreskin moved
over the head. "We'll stick to doing our own till you've got the hang of
it."

"What! You don't mean we might touch each others?" asked Charles'
incredulously.

"You never know's yer luck!" David winked.

Following David's actions it took less than a minute for Charles to master
the basic technique, it was so simple he wondered why he hadn't have
discovered it for himself! Soon he was smiling happily, if a little
apprehensively once he realised some very strange, but rather delightful
new sensations were beginning to radiate from cock.

"What do I do now?" he asked without looking up, continuing to watch
David's hand gradually increasing in speed.

"You just keep going, that's the trick see," replied David excitedly. "you
keeps going till you feels a sort of luvly tingly feeling. But, don't stop
then, just keep at it till yer cock suddenly feels sorta on fire and.."

"On fire! And what? What?" Charles' hand was now going like a piston in a
steam engine, his body beginning to shake he looked up at David. "I got
that... that tingly feeling... ohh... ohh!"

"Keep going!" ordered David, his own hand now fully up to speed. "Let's see
if you can cum.. oh, oh... I'm close!"

In addition to wanting to know all about masturbation, although never
daring to ask, there were other matters that fascinated Charles. The first
rather unsurprisingly, was his adolescent urge to look and compare other
cocks, but there was also something else. Unwilling to admit it, he had
like many of his peers had developed an unspoken desire to see who wore
what variety of underwear and investigate the stains within. At his
previous school like many other boys, the spindly Charles had found the
changing rooms a very threatening source of embarrassment or on the other
hand, an unrivalled opportunity to satisfy his voyeuristic needs. The
underwear subject was something which even the more uninhibited likes of
Tom and Simon had found rather hard to acknowledge, cock watching seemed
only natural whereas a full blown underwear fetish was in a different
league.

With such thoughts running through his mind he watched fascinated as
David's speeding hand contrasted against the small blue briefs so tightly
stretched just below his hairless balls. Looking down between his own legs
he saw an expanse of new white cotton, the comparison between the sexy and
the mundane was more than obvious.

"Did, did your mum buy you those blue pants?" he suddenly blurted out
unable to contain his interest.

"Yer, she does things like that, she's always bought sorta fashionable
stuff, she says white is old fashioned, even dad's got dark blue pants!"
David smiled, delighted that he had managed in his part to push him to the
verge of his first ever orgasm.

"Cor," feeling more than a little hot and bothered, Charles' hand was
continuing at top speed, "my mum buys dad and I matching white pants and
vests."

"Vests is sexy, but I don't like them gert big white pants." replied David
looking at Charles' commodious underpants.

"No, nor do I!" muttered Charles who's mind was now only engaging with the
delicious new feelings emanating from his cock.

Only then did it cross David's mind there might more to the seemingly
innocent questions, surely the seemingly emotionless Charles couldn't
harbour a secret fetish about underwear. Or, could he?

"Do you uumm... you like looking at pants then?"

"I feel all funny!" said Charles very quietly, beginning to literally
wobble at the knees.

"Keep rubbing, don't, don't stop!" exclaimed David excitedly watching, he
leant back against the wall. "I'm... I'm.. nearly
cumming... meself.. oh..."

"What? Coming where?" feeling distinctly rather odd, Charles stared at
David and finally in his confused state admitted. "I'd love some pant's
like yours."

"D'you wanna swop for the night then?" It was the last thing that David
managed to say, moments later he too was trembling as his watery climax
took hold.

Fascinated, Charles continued to frantically masturbate as he watched David
finally bring himself to ejaculation. With his foreskin drawn fully back
David began to tremble and almost stopped rubbing, his cock lurched
uncontrollably in his hand spurting it's few precious drops of the strange,
shimmering fluid over his hand and blue briefs.

"Swop?" croaked Charles, his eyes glued to the blobs on cum deposited on
the blue cotton. "Swop what?"

David didn't reply instead he just squeezed his cock and watched Charles
swaying, his legs appeared to be giving way. Knees buckled he slid slowly
down the wall to plant his bare white buttocks on the dirty cubicle floor
at a level with David's dripping erection. Desperately clutching at his
cock it felt as though a hot needle had just passed up it, his balls were
really tingling and he was quite disorientated.

"Looks like you cum dry then?" said David after a few seconds wiping his
fingers on his briefs.

"I did?" replied Charles very slowly looking up, his eyes now dreadfully
crossed. An unfortunate phenomenon soon to be the sign of things to come.

"I thinks so, you keep doing it every night and pretty soon you'll make
some spunk." David grinned in a desperate effort to stop giggling at
Charles appearance, the crossed eyes so huge behind the glasses which were
balanced crookedly on the end of his nose.

"Spunk? I will?" dazed, Charles tried to gather his senses. Looking down it
was with some difficulty that he tried to focus on at his cock, not only
did it feel like it would never go soft again, but there appeared to be two
of them!

"Yer, `course you will. Now come on we'd better get back to the lesson."
David reached down about to pull his shorts up, then he stopped. "Hey,
d'you wanna swop then?"

"Swop what?" Charles also began to slowly stand up. The tingling feelings
continued unabated leaving him unable to concentrate and definitely slowing
his progress.

"Well we just swops pants for the night, don't we?" David grinned. "We all
does it now and again with our best mates, wanks all over 'em and then
sleeps in 'em!"

"You do?" the eyes were still crossed. "We do?"

"Yeah, so you get to wear me pants for night and you can do what you wants
in 'em."

"Oh.." Charles leant against the wall and looked down. "Oh no!"

"Wot? Oh don't you wanna do it?" David's face fell.

"It isn't that," Charles had one hand on his buttocks, "I think I've sat in
some shit!"

It was the first time David had heard Charles swear. Although quite
understandably so, having found his buttocks and white shirt had collected
more than a few traces of whatever graced the floor! Forlornly he looked at
David for moral support, it had indeed been a very eventful day.

"Looks like you sat on the dirty bit!" David grinned again. "You'll be
alright. Now wot about yer pants then, come on and get 'em off for me."

"What! You really mean it?" he said trying to wipe his hand on the wall.

"Course I do."

Charles hadn't really believed David was serious about a swop. So it wasn't
just a joke. "You really want my underpants?"

"Yeah, I'm gonna wank all night in 'em even if they does smell of Izal!"
shaking his head and laughing David pushed his own shorts and briefs to the
floor and started to step out of them in readiness for the swop.

It was all getting too much Charles both physically and emotionally,
especially as it was still his very first day. He had been the centre of
attention, not to say attraction from the moment he had arrived and now
felt absolutely exhausted and very, very confused. Reaching down he held
his tingling erection unsure what to do or say. Ideally he would have liked
to have gone home and explored the incredible new sensations in the safety
of his bedroom. It was not to be, he was still at school and to his neck in
testosterone.

"Look you can borrow me blue pants," continued David excitedly holding them
up and prancing around naked from the waist down, "see if you can cum in
'em!"

However well meaning David's intentions were to Charles it appeared there
was neither no let up nor escape. Eventually the continuing sexual pressure
forced his unique nervous safety valve to lift and he found himself yet
again squinting through crossed eyes at David and almost on the verge of
tears.



"Arthur I'm so, so sorry," Mrs Wright looked up from reading the label on
the bottle of surgical spirit, "they've sent me ninety and not sixty
percent strength by mistake. That's why it's stung that cut so much."

"But, he'll be alright?" Robin looked at the two spotty mounds one
decorated with blood stains. He wondered what it would be like to run a
finger between them, his cock twitched through his trousers in agreement at
such a thought.

"Course I bloody will, just felt like having a hot poker up me ass!"
muttered Art into the sheet which covered the couch.

Hearing that Robin tried not to laugh having instantly realised Art would
be fine, if only more than a little embarrassed at the whole episode.

"Did you say something Arthur?" Mrs Wright moved closer and leant down near
Art's head. "I didn't quite catch that."

"Nah," replied Art, not at all impressed by the nurse's nursing skills, "I
just wondered about me bum, has it stopped bleeding yet?"

"Let me have another look."

Robin also wanted to have a look, preferably a really good close look. Only
ever having seen his own orifice by awkwardly crouching down over his
fathers concave shaving mirror on the bathroom floor, the situation
appeared very promising. Did all bum holes look the same? The problem was
that in order to see anything suitably titivating he would have to stand up
and that meant without any underpants his erection would be very obvious.

"Oohh ooww!" exclaimed Art as Mrs Wright gently prodded the skin around the
cut, which for the moment did appear to have stopped bleeding.

"It looks as though it's stopping, but really I think you ought to lie here
to give it a chance to close up. Besides we might get these wet trousers to
dry a bit."

"Wot, d'you mean miss the last lesson Miss?" Art's ears pricked up. "Me
trousers?"

"I think so. Now," Art suddenly felt two strange hands on his legs, "it'll
also give those trousers a chance to dry, I'll just pop them in the sun
over there by the window."

"Wot! Oh no! You ain't is you.. ooohhh!"

All of three seconds later Art was yet again to be embarrassed as Mrs
Wright appeared to be slowly stripping him, his shirt tail barely covered
his buttocks and his briefs were even further below his knees. Just to
compound matters he knew he was getting another erection, looking
helplessly around he saw Robin sat near the couch and trying very hard not
to laugh out loud.

Mrs Wright continued, "Well it certainly needs cleaning and a plaster. I'd
really like to know it's stopped bleeding before I let you go, so I do
think you should stay."

Robin found the sight of Art being forceably undressed very erotic and
decided it was going to be to his best ever opportunity for a detailed
rectal viewing. Watching Mrs Wright hang the trousers over the back of a
chair he slowly started to stand up hoping the corner of his blazer would
cover the front of his bulging trousers.

"Oh!" Art smiled to himself still thinking of missing the last lesson for
which he hadn't completed all the homework. Maybe it was worth having his
bum on display if it meant he missed geography, besides he knew his way
around locally so wasn't that enough!

Of course, in order to take full advantage of viewing Art's bottom meant
that Robin had to get close enough to see, that in turn required he stand
alongside the couch. So with Mrs Wright now busying herself preparing the
paraphernalia required for repairing cut buttocks, Robin moved alongside
the couch and looked down at the white legs. Immediately visible were Art's
red briefs, pulled well down to display the inside of the pouch and what
could only be the sight of a ginormous semen stain. A vision so compelling
that resistance was futile which equated to Robin being unable to resist
touching the front of his trousers. With fingers pressing on his cockhead
though the single thickness of grey material he peered excitedly into the
unsanitary abyss between Art's fleshy buttocks. Disappointingly, without
actually prising them apart there was nothing to see other than evidence of
rampant acne, there was to be certainly no chance of comparing bum holes.

However as a poor consolation, there were the distinct odours of surgical
spirit, teenage bum and Spirit of Izal, a combined fragrance so revoltingly
pungent that Robin instantly drew back. Although almost immediately he
found himself returned to stand by the couch, drawn by Art's hand which had
firmly grasped the front on his trousers.

"Dirty sod trying to look at me bum hole!" hissed Art, his head turned
sideways to look at Robin from his horizontal position.

"Let go! Please!" whispered Robin looking nervously at Mrs Wright who was
luckily still facing the other way and occupied with the plasters and
scissors on her desk.

"I can tell yer all excited `cause yer knobs all wet at the end!" observed
Art rubbing his thumb rather too firmly over the piss slit. Robin
inadvertently pushed himself further into Art's hand which immediately
produced an even darker wet spot on the grey material.

"Art, please don't," pleaded Robin, "I might cum again, please don't! Me
mum'll go mad."

"That'll be the fourth time today I reckon." Art licked his lips. "Wot's
the most you've done in a day?"

"Nearly nine!" Robin blushed. Recalling it was only three weeks ago,
feeling bored on a Saturday he had literally wanking himself to a
standstill. Or, at least it had certainly felt like it on the Sunday!

"Same as me today then, so you'll be doing four alright!"

"Won't be a minute boys." called Mrs Wright, her back still towards them.

Art caught his eye and slowly released his grip, he knew only too well the
power of a mothers tongue. Robin breathed a sigh of relief, albeit he was
torn between the threat of parental actions and the incredible excitement
generated by being groped by Art under such bizarre circumstances.

"Arthur, if you turn and lie on your side I think it will be easier to
clean and dress the cut." Mrs Wright advanced bearing a small tray with
more cotton wool, antiseptic, scissors and sticking plaster.

"Wot?" muttered Art in surprise. "On me side? Not like this on me front?"

Robin had instantly guessed the reason for Art's reticence and already had
his hand well on the way to nestle deep in his pocket again.

"Yes please."

"You sure Miss?"

"Yes, quite." smiling Mrs Wright added as if to encourage him, "don't worry
I've seen lots of boys undressed and I do have thirteen year old boy of my
own."

Art's eyes swivelled in Robin's direction to see the outline of his
erection, the wet spot and fingers of his hand gently moving around the
head through the pocket. There was no doubt a fourth ejaculation was now as
much of a certainty as Todger was scheduled to win the forthcoming Grand
National!

"Honest Miss, is you sure?" repeated Art already starting to go red with
embarrassment at the thought of his erection being on display.

"Yes, now come on and we'll get that cut dressed."

"If you say so Miss."

For some inexplicable reason Art suddenly found himself really turned on by
the fact he was about to expose himself to the nurse, whereas only seconds
before he had been shy to say the very least. There was something
incredibly erotic about lying there face down without trousers with his bum
and cummy underpants on display, the feelings heightened by knowing that
Robin appeared to be already leaking precum since he was as obviously
turned on by the situation as Art was.

"Well OK." already bright red, he swallowed hard and quickly rolled over
onto his left side.

"Oh no... oh!" Mrs Wright took a deep breath and tried not to
look. "oh... uumm..."

Robin couldn't resist rubbing himself when he realised that Art's erection
wasn't just an average erection, the way it twanged into view was as if it
were made of spring steel. The head was deep purple, the piss slit wet and
the pubic hairs were still matted from his earlier exploits.

"Is that all right Miss?" mumbled Art. It really was a very strange
feeling, his embarrassment tempered by the thrill of actually exposing
himself. "Sorry Miss, I can't help it!"

"So I see!"

Mrs Wright winced, it wasn't every day she was presented with a fifteen
year old boy who looked as though he were on the verge of ejaculation. She,
now as red with embarrassment as Art looked at Robin who, sporting his own
unmistakable erection instantly turned equally red.

"I think, I think you'd better cover it... I mean him up.." obviously
flustered she gestured to Robin and pointed to the sink, "use that towel
over there."

"Yes Miss."

Robin sounded rather hoarse and turned to get the towel, in the process
displaying the copious stains and the full extent of the penile activity
within his own trousers. Mrs Wright was plainly shocked and drew back,
immediately looking away she wondered if there were any boys that didn't
have erections. That thought made all the more poignant by the fact her own
son had recently started to have wet dreams and appeared not to realise
that added to his constant bedtime masturbation it was leaving it's mark on
bedding and pyjamas. Quite how Mrs Wright were to broach the subject she
had yet to work out, if the semen stained world of these two fifteen year
old boys were anything to go by she was fighting a lost cause!

"Yer Rob, could you get me hanky, it's in me trouser pocket." asked Art
once the embarrassed Robin had done his best to rather awkwardly drape the
towel over Art's cock, whilst managing to leave his buttocks free for
medical attention.

Once again Robin turned and Art's cock twitched beneath the towel as the
outline of his trousers was highlighted by the light from the window. For
Robin though, the thrill in holding Art's trousers and exploring the very
same pockets that Art used to play with himself all day long was as good as
an electric shock. The more Robin examined the various dried cum and pee
stains the more excited he became. By the time he held the handkerchief and
had discovered it had been blocking the hole in the pocket he was in grave
danger of cumming in his trousers!

"Thanks mate. You found it then?" Art winked and reached out to take if
from Robin's trembling hand.

"Yes.." he blushed knowing exactly what he had found, a wanking pocket and
a yellowing cumrag!

"Needs a bit of wash don't it?" Art giggled and watched Robin's facial
expression as he examined the grubby cotton, the streaks of green snot and
of course the numerous, but so very familiar looking yellowing stains.

"This was on the bus last week!" whispered Art, pointing proudly to a large
deposit. Robin's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he stared and
tried to envisage Art boldly wanking on the bus as he journeyed home!

"Arthur, just stay still a moment now." said Mrs Wright, literally giving
Art all of a moments notice before attacking the cut with antiseptic.

"Oooohhhhh oowwwwwww that stings!"

The smile soon went from Art's face as with ruthless efficiency Mrs Wright
attacked his bum with all that modern medicine could offer. Essentially to
Robin it looked as though she seemed to be taking her revenge at being made
so embarrassed by Art's erection. Although of course he didn't know that
she also felt a little vexed having been subjected to a display of the most
revolting handkerchief, which unfortunately contained the same dreadful
stains as seen on her own darling son's sheets! She prayed it wasn't the
shape of things to come. It was.

"Oh!" exclaimed Robin in surprise at seeing Mrs Wright setting to work on
Art's pimply posterior with a vengeance.

He looked the other way or to be more precise he stared longingly at the
bulging towel and tried to guess the number of times Art's hanky had been
used as a cumrag. Mistakenly thinking he wouldn't be noticed he pushed his
tenting trousers into the edge of the couch and thought the answer was
probably about six. Of course, he was totally wrong as the ejaculation
properties of Art's hanky weren't measured by quantity, but over time with
this particular handkerchief having been in use for at least three
weeks. It was used not only for Art's excesses, but also by Nigel and
whoever else had inadvertently cum when they shouldn't, plus cleaning
shoes, bus windows and whatever else.

After several squawks and a selection of very muffled expletives from the
couch, finally Mrs Wright stood back to admire her handiwork leaving Art
sighing in relief. Just the one buttock looked clean and now sported a
suitably impressively sized plaster in the traditional cross pattern!

"There you are, all done. Now, I want you to stay here quietly and give it
a chance to heal."

"Right." groaned Art, the antiseptic still stinging.

"Be best if you pulled up your.. your.." she paused. Somehow it seemed
rather strange to say underpants when they were so tight fitting and bright
red, knickers seemed far more appropriate! Never having seen a boy wear
anything other than white, it really didn't appear quite right to her
traditionalist mindset and most certainly not anything she would ever buy
for her son to wear.

"Yer, alright Miss." Art watched she headed back to wash her hands. Very
half heartedly he tried to lift himself off the couch to put on a poor show
of struggling and failing to pull his briefs back up.

 "Yer," he turned to Robin who still had his hand in his pocket pretending
he hadn't been watching Art's erection waving about in the air, "yer Rob,
give us hand to pull me pants back up."

"You sure?" replied Robin nervously. Nervously, because he knew it would
take very little to make him ejaculate and amazingly hadn't guessed that to
be dressed and undressed was something which Art found an incredible turn
on.

"Well we're good mates ain't we?" Art beamed one of those irresistible
smiles, "Come on mate, it ain't nothing you ain't seen in the changing room
is it? You'd better go back to class after this and tell 'em I'm gonna be
stuck. yer."

Reluctantly and knowing it was a big mistake, Robin moved to the edge of
the couch. Art managed a sort of press-up to lift himself in the air, his
erection sticking down below with the reddened head still touching the
couch.

"That's it Rob," said Art encouragingly, "lean over me and put yer hands
round me waist, then reach down to pull me pants up."

"You sure?" mumbled Robin, even more nervously. Just the very action of
putting both his arms around Art's ample waist was enough to make his cock
deposit another blob of precum onto his trousers.

"I'm sure it's alright!" replied Art moving just enough to keep his cock in
contact with the couch.

Mrs Wright turned and glanced over to see what was happening, she quickly
turned back having seen Art's hanging organ poking above the couch! Very
wisely she concluded it was best to keep well out of sight of the manoeuvre
and just pray that he own son didn't end up as sexually charged as these
two. Which of course he probably would as all the signs pointed to it,
particularly those on his bedding!

With the bodily contact and his arms extended beneath Art, poor Robin
wasn't so much sexually charged as in the process of having a short
circuit. Leaning so closely over Art meant that not only could Robin both
smell and feel his body heat, but at some point he would be sure to make
contact with his bare midriff.

"It's alright, I don't mind you holding me," whispered Art, "if you gotta
tuck me cock in to pull me pants up, I don't mind!"

Supporting Art's body and about to reach underneath, Robin on hearing the
blatant invitation to commence groping caused him to abruptly loose all
that remained of his self-restraint. Why was Mrs Wright there? Why didn't
she just go away and leave them to play with each other, it was what they
both wanted!

He stared down at the white and spotty buttocks wondering if it really was
true that the so called queers he had heard about really did push their
hard cocks into such small holes. He'd heard rumours that they did it, but
how did they do it? Even just thinking of himself he knew his own bumhole
was barely finger size and his own cock so big in comparison, it seemed
impossible or must really hurt! Maybe, unlike his protracted self-discovery
quest for information on masturbation which had put him well behind the
other boys for his age, this time he should pluck up courage and ask. After
all, both Art and Nigel seemed to know everything about sex and he was sure
they wouldn't make him feel too embarrassed in demonstrating his total
ignorance.

"You gonna do it or not?" asked Art hopefully.

"Yeah, I'm doing it!" replied Robin very firmly and on an impulse bent down
across Art.

"Oi! Wot's that for?" hissed Art, he turned just in time to see Robin's
face.

"Sorry." Robin was now very flushed, he didn't know what to do, "I, I
couldn't help it."

"Well do it again, when you pulls me pants up."

Seeing that Mrs Wright appeared to be still occupied with her nursing
equipment, Robin took hold of Art around the waist, forced his wet trousers
into his buttock and repeated his earlier act of plonking a very wet kiss
on the back of his neck. This time Art made no comment, instead he grabbed
at Robin's hand and squeezed it. Then somewhat awkwardly between them they
managed to pull the infamous red briefs back up making as much contact as
possible with the leaking head of Art's erection as they did so.

Unsure of his actions Robin stood back and caught Art's eye. It was for
Art, yet another conquest and Robin had fallen like others before him under
his spell, unfortunately though like the others before him he had in the
process ejaculated in his trousers.

"No.. no.. uumm... help me! Me mum!" hissed Robin, clearly in
distress. Clearing his throat, he now took hold of Art's hand and placed it
on the front of his trousers, shrugging his shoulders he blinked. "Oh shit,
it just sorta happened!"

"Said you'd make four!" Art grinned. "Yer, dab it off with me hanky, it's
wet already anyway innit! Now, just don't forget to use the bottle trick
before you gets home and you'll be alright. Lemonades good!"

"Robin, it sounds from all the whispering as if you've finished helping him
get dressed," called out Mrs Wright not daring to look over, "I think it's
time you returned to the class and don't forget to tell the teacher of your
final lesson either."

"Yes Miss." his voice wasn't as confident as it had been earlier.

"Well thanks for yer help," Art winked and reached out for his hanky which
Robin was still rubbing over the front of his trousers. "I'll see you
later."

"Yeah alright, I hope yer bums alright!"

Standing by the doorway Robin plucked up courage and looked down at his
trousers to see there was now a large wet patch. The surrounding area
already had obvious stains of dried semen, he swallowed nervously and
looked at Art who holding his hanky was pretended to blow his nose whilst
drawing in the smell of Robin's fresh semen before licking it off!


"Ah good, you're back," Mr Williams looked up to see David, closely
followed by Charles entering the art room. David's blazer was fully
buttoned up, a sure sign to those who knew that he was trying to hide an
erection, "I was beginning to think you two were lost."

"I think we got all the green water out Sir." replied David desperately
trying not look guilty and as though he had just been indulging in a sexual
encounter in a school toilet.

To an immediate and infectious outbreak of second year giggling, Charles
then stepped out from behind David. Unfortunately he really did look as
though he had just had been indulging in a sexual encounter in a school
toilet! His untidy appearance was something of a giveaway, glasses awry,
socks around his ankles, shirt partially unbuttoned to display his vest and
his school tie far from straight.

"David, you don't think you used a drop too much water?" Mr Williams looked
in alarm at the state of Charles' new shorts, one leg now pretty well
soaking wet.

"Uumm..." David looked around as the entire class began to laugh, "but we
got rid of the green water!"

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Chapter 115 to follow