Date: Tue, 23 Apr 2013 23:13:43 +0100
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief encounters  Chapter 117

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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>>>>>>>>>>> And, now dear reader(s) just to show I am not going down a one
way street, this chapter goes off on a little tangent which I'm sure is not
that different from a brotherly relationship - never fear it returns to the
usual subjects\suspects!

My thanks to M for this one and I'd be interested in your comments, if any!


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Chapter 117 – Doctors and nurses


"Oh my god, what you done now?" distinctly agitated and looking shocked
Linda just stared at Art.

Art in turn stared at the ground, hoping he didn't look as bad as he felt
he might. He looked worse, falling onto the flooded toilet floor had done
little to improve the state of his spunk spattered uniform.

"My god! Just look at you!" suddenly she snapped. Agitation having turned
to anger once his dreadful appearance had been fully absorbed. "And this
morning we'd got you looking so tidy! Can't you even make it last one day?
Not just one day!"

It was of course perfectly true, but Art even though humiliated in front of
Mr Woods wisely said nothing.

"Mrs Weldon, please," hurriedly interrupted Mr Woods in an attempt to
defuse the situation recognising a mothers wrath was indeed to be avoided
at all cost, "please, Mrs Weldon please calm down. I can't pretend
everything is fine and I know he looks a mess, but it's not his fault and
he is not in any trouble at school."

"It's not his fault," she repeated incredulously, "well that's a first!"

"Mum, no it ain't my fault." added Art quietly to reinforce his assumed
mantle of virtuous innocence.

"Actually Mrs Weldon," Mr Woods smiled, held her gaze and bravely risked a
joke, "I'm rather tempted to agree with you, it could be a first!"

Art took a deep breath and looked at the grass knowing if she took it the
wrong way they would both be in trouble!

"Oh, I'm sorry Mr Woods, but there's always something going wrong."

Even Mr Woods breathed a sigh of relief! It appeared on hearing the news
that Art wasn't to blame for whatever the latest calamity was Linda was
visibly relaxing.

"But he's such hard work. You have no idea!"

"Actually Mrs Weldon I do, I've survived the teenage stage twice now so I
really do know all about it."

"Oh, can it get any worse?" she raised her eyebrows.

Art sighed, he hated being talked about in this manner although he was very
pleased that Mr Woods had been good to his word.

"Not so much worse, it turns in more a war of attrition!"

"I thought it might!" she smiled, "Anyway I'm sorry, but to see you with
him was a bit of a shock. Please, tell me what's happened to him now?"

"Well as yet I don't have the full facts, but I am assured he had nothing
to do with the actual incident. He merely got caught up in it." having now
exonerated Art from any blame, Mr Woods looked at Art hoping he had been
told the truth.

Whilst Mr Woods searched for the truth, Linda turned to look at Art's
uniform and could almost feel her eyes focussing on the semen stained
trousers.

"It seems there was some sort of accident in one of the boys toilets
involving a broken cistern and toilet seat." continued Mr Woods. "I'm told
Arthur went in and tried to stop the water which was flooding the room. He
slipped, fell onto the wet floor which accounts for the state of his
uniform and somehow cut himself on the broken seat in the process."

"He cut himself?" signs of panic, she looked Art up and down. "Was it, is
it serious? Where?"

Before Art could reply there was loud crash and a clattering noise from
inside the hallway behind Linda, in turn followed by the sound of Simon
shouting something about his ankle!

"Uumm.. whatever's that?" exclaimed Mr Woods looking towards the open front
door.

"Nothing probably, trouble comes in two's in this house!" replied Linda
with a deadpan expression. Even to her, the situation was becoming
ridiculously surreal. "I think that's only Simon falling down the stairs,
he's just spent the night in hospital with concussion and a twisted ankle!"

"Oh ssshhiitttt... he wot!" said Art under his breath looking towards the
front door.

"But is he hurt?" Mr Woods looked inside the doorway.

"No, I doubt it! These two are quite indestructible!" she smiled at Mr
Woods, "And, if we don't laugh we'll probably cry, don't you agree?"

"Wot?" mumbled Art, the joke lost on him.

"Quite right too," replied Mr Woods smiling, "I'm glad mine are now past
this stage, you really have a lot to look forward too!"

"Oh don't we know it!" Linda sighed ignoring Art and the crashing about
from Simon who was moaning about his ankle. "Oh now, so now tell me, you
must be the poor chap who's taking Art's class on the history trip next
week?"

"Oh yes." he laughed. "It'll be alright, we've had worse believe me! It
makes the subject come alive a bit if they can relate the visit to some of
the events they've been taught about."

"Well, rather you than me! Now then, I'm sure you have to go, but where,"
she smiled and turned to Art, "where is this dreadful injury then?"

Before Art could answer the rubber tipped business end of an NHS aluminium
crutch appeared around the front door followed by Simon, who still at
ground level really was looking as though he had indeed just fallen down
the stairs.

"Wot's going on mum?" he asked blinking as he emerged into the daylight.

"Yer mum, it's on me, me bum!" Art ignored Simon, who was now staring in
amazement at Mr Woods and wondering what on earth his history teacher was
doing at the house.

"Well, you'd better show me then dear, please."

Sensing maternal irritation was creeping in Art turned round, lifting his
blazer to display the gash in his trousers and the unmistakable sight of
the red briefs beneath.

"The school nurse has cleaned and dressed it," said Mr Woods, "so the cut
shouldn't be a problem, but sadly his trousers have suffered as you can
see."

"Yes, they certainly have." replied Linda lifting up the corner of blazer.

"Now, obviously I've had to tell the office about the injury and that I was
giving him a lift. They thought it not unreasonable since he was trying
help prevent any further water damage, that the school should attend to his
uniform."

"Oh, well that would be very nice," Linda smiled, "his clothes don't seem
to last long as it is!"

"I can't imagine why!"

"Hello Sir..." mumbled Simon finally deciding to make himself known. He
strained his head to see exactly what all the fuss over Art's uniform was
about.

"Hello... uumm... it's, it's Simon, isn't it," said Mr Woods, "looks like
you've been in the wars as well."

"In the wars?" Simon looked puzzled. "Dunno, I, I fell off me bike if
that's wot you mean."

"I do," Mr Williams nodded, reaching in his jacket pocket he turned back to
Linda, "anyway Mrs Weldon I must make a move. The nurse suggested the cut
had a new dressing in the morning and she gave me this to pass on to you,
since you might not have anything immediately suitable."

"Oh, right, uumm thanks." taking the envelope she looked again at the tear
in the trousers and thought maybe Art's situation wasn't so bad after all,
especially if he could get a new pair of trousers out of it!

"Cor, is all that blood then?" exclaimed Simon suddenly pointing to the
flash of red showing through the rear of the grey trousers.

"No! Just shut up!" hissed Art.

"Oh no, it's just yer favourite pants innit!" continued Simon deliberately
turning the screw labelled embarrassment in retaliation for erroneously
thinking he'd been dressed in somebody else's clothes on purpose when sent
to hospital.

"Oh, just..."

Pausing before he said something he'd regret Art took a deep breath,
blushed and quietly simmered. The fact he had a major thing about
underpants and red ones in particular was definitely not something he
wished broadcast to his mother or let alone his history teacher.




"I'm back mum."

"Everything alright at school? Jilly's back already."

"Uumm.. yeah... well sort of.." Robin dropped his bag at the bottom of the
stairs and wandered towards the kitchen where undoubtedly the preparation
ritual of the evening meal was being enacted.

"Oh, what, why?" not having really taken in what he had said she turned and
then noticed the front of his trousers. "Oh my god! You haven't had an
accident you?"

"No! No." Robin glanced down and immediately realised that since the front
of his trousers were very wet, it must have looked as though incontinence
had set in early!

"Thank god for that, at your age too! What is it then?" Marion stepped
closer and looked down. "So, what happened?"

"Mum, it's only uumm... some of the younger kids on the bus were.. uumm.."
he paused, embarrassed by her staring at the front of his trousers when
knowing he was already starting to get an erection. Something he now
discovered was incredibly easy when not wearing any underpants under wet
trousers!

"They were what?" she asked continuing to look.

"They were throwing a bottle of water about and the top came off."

"Just water, looks like there was something else as well!"

Did it sound convincing, he didn't know, "And.. uum.. it went all over
me.."

"Well I must say, some of these boys have no brains at all do they?"

"No, they was second year kids I think."

"Typical!"

On seeing it wasn't a dire emergency she headed back to the kitchen and the
half chopped onion. "Well go upstairs and change, if it's water I expect
they'll be alright if they just dry out. Now, have you got much homework?"

"Some, geography."

His mind was not on homework, it was on the semen stains adorning the front
of the trousers which would be sure to be very obvious once they had dried.

"That's not too bad then." her reply was rather formulaic, she'd heard it
all before!

"You don't want to wash the trousers then mum?" he asked hopefully. "I
could wear me other pair tomorrow."

"No, not if it's only water they'll be fine and should last the week. Now,
tea will be about half six," she turned to look at him, "dad should be home
by then and you know it's best if he doesn't, well.. you know how he gets
about these silly things."

"Right," he replied unenthusiastically, well aware that relations with his
father had been strained for quite some time and the least said to upset
him the better, "I'll go and change then."

Moving back to the hallway he picked up his bag and slowly started to climb
the stairs, on reaching landing he met his elder sister Jilly coming out of
her room. Immediately she noticed the darker wet patch on his trousers and
pointed.

"Looks like you wet yerself little brother?"

"Piss off."

"I thought that's just wot it was!" before he could reply she bent over and
peered closely and started giggling at her own joke. "Let's have a look
then."

"Stop it, bugger off!" he quickly drew back, but it was too late. With his
rapidly growing erection the wet material only served to emphasised his
predicament.

"You dirty little boy," she followed him as he retreated backwards, only to
be stopped when he hit the wall, "you're getting a gert..!"

"Fuckin' leave it out," he said angrily before she could finish, "let me
get in me room, get out the fuckin' way."

"Looks like you're gonna be getting it out, not me!" she started giggling
again.

"Oh fuck off!" he scowled knowing that there was nothing to be done to hide
neither embarrassment or erection.

"It's got a lot bigger than when we used to play doctors and nurses!" she
wiggled a little finger in the air.

"Oh just fuck off!" he muttered not knowing where to look, then tried to
push past again.

Obviously enjoying the situation she purposely stood in front and blocked
his way.

"Jilly, fuck off out me way..." the voice sounded resigned, it had after
all been a long day of sexual discovery, "please, please just fuck off and
get outta me way!"

"Wot you gonna do in yer bedroom then?" she didn't have to say it, but had
assumed he was intending to masturbate. "Can I guess?"

"If you fuckin' want, but it's just wot you do every night innit!"

Having picked up on the inflection in her voice, he couldn't help defending
himself. However, he stopped immediately having realised he might have said
too much.

"Wot?" the smile drained from her face. "Rob, wot d'you mean?"

Having now said it, it took only a split second to make up his mind no
matter how embarrassing he might find the situation he would pursue the
cause of her midnight moans, besides he had little to loose since his
erection was now so very obviously on display. However, what he didn't
fully appreciate was that Jilly was as compulsive a masturbator as any
fifteen year old boy and with other sexual interests to match!

"You knows exactly wot I mean."  Even though he was red in the face he
managed to deliver his answer with the satisfaction of playing her at her
own game.

"Rob.." stuck for words she blushed. Surely he couldn't be referring to her
nocturnal five finger exercises, how would he have known?

"You thought I was gonna have a wank didn't you," he continued his voice
sounding far more positive than he felt, "but I ain't the only doing it am
I?"

"Wot.."

"I know you've been doing it every night for fuckin' ages!" pausing, he
plucked up courage before delivering the killer punchline. "Sometimes I
does it along with you!"

Shocked, she stared trying to formulate an answer. It came, a resounding
slap around across his face!

"You... bastard.. how'd you..."

He didn't immediately reply and didn't think the slap hurt either. Instead
he propelled her though the doorway of his bedroom and pushed her down on
the bed. "If we're gonna talk about this let's do it here an not on the
bloody landing."

Quite plainly his accusation had been confirmed. Neither said anything for
several few seconds. Finally she moved, pushing the hair away from her face
she looked up quite obviously very embarrassed.

"I'm sorry Rob, I shouldn't have joked about it."

Surprised he sat back, it wasn't what he had expected her to say at all and
had been prepared for a full scale slanging match.

Whether or not he need further emotional involvement on top of what had
already happened during the day he wasn't sure, but then again he had no
choice now that the matter was public. Things were positive in that they
generally had a very good brother, sister relationship which included their
views on the problems with their father.

"I know you couldn't miss seeing I was hard, but you didn't have to laugh
at it did you?" he said firmly whilst avoiding eye contact and looking at
the carpet. "It's alright for you girls innit, when you gets excited I
dunno wot happens, but yer skirt don't stick out like me trousers do it!"

"No, luckily it doesn't," she put a hand on his, "I'm sorry, but why you
all wet then?"

"S'alright," he continued looking at the floor, "see it was some younger
kids throwing water about on the bus, that's why I'm wet."

"But why you've got a hard on?" she really didn't mean to ask, it just
happened. "Sorry.. Rob, honestly I didn't mean to.. to ask that... honest."

"You really wanna know?" he looked around as though they could be
overheard.

"Uumm.." she certainly did, but didn't dare want to ask. Robin saved her
the trouble, if somewhat graphically.

"I'm hard `cause I ain't got no pants on and me wet trousers is rubbing on
me cock!"

"Oh bloody hell, so where's yer pants then? Oh, sorry.. sorry, I
shouldn't.. didn't mean to, to wanna know this."  surprised at herself she
looked at him for a few moments. She desperately wanted to know, but
couldn't dare admit it. "Rob, we shouldn't be talking like this."

"Well it's about bloody time I talked to somebody!"

Why he had suddenly decided to become so blatantly open about himself he
had no idea. The very idea of saying exactly what was on his mind and now
having such a graphic conversation about sex with Jilly had him really
aroused.

In fact it was much the same with Jilly. She didn't reply, instead squeezed
thighs tightly together.

"Well, you said we used to play doctors and nurses didn't we? Come on let's
do it now!"

Grinning, he leant back exposing the full view of his erection, which
without underpants the wet trousers ensured there was little left to the
imagination.

"You could examine me now if you wanted, like you used to!" he said,
flexing his leg muscles to make his cock move beneath the wet, grey cloth.

"Rob, no! It's not right. We're too old for that."

"You sure?"

Trying to look away Jilly knew it wasn't right, even so she continued
squeezing her hips together during what had become an incredibly arousing
conversation as her soaked white panties testified.

"Sorry, I was only joking." he added quickly. Nevertheless, thinking after
all the incredible events at school that day, if she had accepted the offer
he would have obliged no matter how embarrassing it might have been.

Jilly didn't reply, almost afraid too in case she suddenly agreed to his
suggestion. Closing her eyes for a few moments there was no escaping the
vision of Robin's bulging trousers and the very shiny wet spot that seemed
to be now growing around the head of his cock.

"Can I ask you something," he looked at her, "seriously?"

"Of course." she replied trying unsuccessfully to look away as more juices
seeped from her swollen lips into the heavily stained front of her tight
panties.

It was cross between smiling and blushing, a very poor attempt at trying to
conceal her true feelings. Was she was really going to reach the point of
no return and have an orgasm right in front of him. So very tempted to take
him up on his offer, she knew she shouldn't accept and continued with the
deception.

"Is it about sex by any chance?"

"Yeah," he grinned nervously, "it's tricky uumm.. you know, you know like
when I.. a boy... uumm has a... has... a wank.. he uumm.. rubs it till it
cums, you must know wot I mean.. wot with yer boyfriend Jack or wotever his
name is."

"Yes." she nodded avoiding any comment.

Robin was obviously very uneasy and embarrassed just asking talking about
the question as it was. Jilly now desperately wanting to finger herself
shuffled towards the edge of the bed purposely pulling her wet panties even
tighter between her lips, "so.. so.. wot?"

"Wot? Well uumm.. how, how do you wank?" he looked at her, blushing heavily
his trousers straining and barely able to keep his hands away. "How do
girls do it?"

Short of getting a willing girlfriend himself, which with him being so shy
was highly unlikely, this could be his chance to learn the mysteries of the
female form. And, then wouldn't Nigel be jealous!

"Oh.. uumm.."

Very surprised at the naivety of the question Jilly looked at him not sure
what to say. Possibly the only truthful thing she could say was that she
really couldn't leave it alone either! To prove it, even the start of their
stilted conversation had had her already more than a little moist and by
now almost dribbling!

"Would.. can.. uumm.. can would you.. will.. can we talk about it?" he was
bright red. "There's.. uumm.. nobody else I can ask.. uumm.. please."

"I `spose, wot exactly d'you wanna know then?" it wasn't the answer she had
intended to give, but like Robin under the circumstances she found to talk
about sex was as arousing as the act itself.

"You will!" exclaimed Robin in surprise.

"Yes, alright." she said agreeing to something when all propriety told her
not to.

"Well... uumm.. remember I was caught by dad outside the bathroom...and.."
he paused.

"Yeah, I won't ever forget that. He knocked the shit out of you." it was
time to tentatively put an arm around him. "I'm not sure I liked him so
much after that."

"Oh. Please, let's not get onto that now." Robin blinked. "I'd like to talk
about it, but not now."

"I understand," Jilly looked at him, "so come on, before mum starts banging
on about tea or something, wot d'you really wanna know?"

"How.. how.." he swallowed hard, "like I said, how do girls wank? Wot d'you
actually do to yerself with yer fingers? Wot have you got down there?"

"Wot! Oh my god, wot I do! All the detail!" her eyes were wide open, the
panties soaked with juices glided over the hairy mound as she moved about
on the bed.

Fired up by the days highly charged events at school, Robin was on an
insatiable quest for sexual knowledge and physical satisfaction. Quite how
he was going to attain those goals he hadn't decided, but had decided that
since Jilly had chosen to involve herself in his sex life then she could
well help him.

"Please." he wriggled on the bed. His cock having been permanently erect
for several hours and constrained in the wet trousers had begun to
ache. Now feeling quite sore, basically it was in need of attention and
attention it was going to get.

As Jilly began trying to put into words the subtle art of female
masturbation without embarrassing herself, Robin lay back on the bed and
closed his eyes. Suddenly without any warning he unzipped his fly allowing
the release of some five inches of circumcised boyhood which sprang proudly
into view.

"Wot the fuck you doing!" exclaimed Jilly sitting back in amazement,
sitting back but nevertheless unable to take her eyes off it.

"I'll show you, if you'll show me!" he announced excitedly grabbing hold of
the red shaft and rubbing his thumb over the sticky bulbous head. "If we
was brothers it wouldn't matter would it? Lot's of brothers do it don't
they?"

"Oh my god!"



Art had been standing on the landing peering through the crack in the half
open door watching Simon who, lying on his bed had a comic in one hand and
appeared to have his other hand pushed down the front of his favourite blue
shorts. Their earlier altercation founded on the misunderstanding of Simon
thinking Art had purposely dressed him in somebody else's clothes had since
been settled, although a plausible explanation might still have yet to be
found to satisfy their mother.

Composing himself for a few of seconds and gearing up to pretend he had
only just arrived, Art adjusted his erection before knocking and peering
around the half open door.

"You alright now kid?"

Pushing round the edge of the door he was disappointed to find Simon lying
on his bed apparently just reading the dog eared comic.

"At least me headaches gone," he looked up, using the pretext of putting
the comic down to cover the bulging front of his shorts, "but I wish me
foot weren't so bad `cause then I could walk or ride me bike a bit."

Wandering slowly over, Art sat down on the edge of the bed wondering how
Simon had managed to extricate his hand so quickly and appear so normal. It
was of course the almost imperceptible creak from a certain floor board, a
warning signal to which Simon had been highly attuned for quite some time.

"How's hospital then?"

"Borin' innit and all them nurses, you gotta do wot they say or they gets
all pissy!"

"Food any good?" Art's eyes wandered towards the blue shorts and slid
himself up the bed a few inches.

"Nah, not wot I had." Simon looked at the window, "Wish I could go out on
me bike."

"So how long you gotta have them crutch things?" Art absent-mindedly
scratched himself, Simon noted the comparable bulge in his jeans.

"They want's me to give 'em up as soon as I can, definitely before the end
of the week," he looked down at his tightly bandaged ankle, "I'd rather be
at school, `cause it's bleeding boring here with nothing to do and just mum
about."

"Yer, see that's just wot I was thinking," Art leaned over, his mind firmly
back on it's one track, "then see I thought, I mean if you was in for a few
days with all them nurses and that, wot would you do about having a wank?"

"That's all you think of innit?" Simon grinned and tried to get comfortable
on the bed by raised the knee of his good leg.

"Well course I do, fuckin' hell, well it's fuckin' important innit? Cor, I
mean, bloody hell couldn't go a week without a wank?"

"You couldn't that's for sure!" Simon ginned again at the thought of it.

"I'd have to do something." Art pondered the important question, it was
just inconceivable not to be able to attend to matters of the flesh. "I
could go to bog I `spose."

"But `spose you was stuck in bed, like with a bad leg or something!" Simon
looked round and almost whispered. "D'you know, they gave me a funny sorta
bottle to piss in.. in the bed!"

"Fuckin' hell! Wot? Did you?"

"Sort of, but it's fuckin' hard trying to piss in a bottle in bed, you
fuckin' try it! Especially if you gets a hard on!""

"No thanks."

"Anyway, you ain't gonna be in hospital is you! Now when's tea then, I'm
getting hungry and tired of lying here."

"About half an hour I think mum said."

"Oh bugger, that long. Wot is it anyway, d'you know?"

"Dunno. Bet it ain't chips though."

"So wot happened at school then, when you gonna tell me?" asked Simon his
mind alternating between food and sex. "Did that nurse have to see you
without yer pants then?"

"I'll tell you after tea, it's a long fuckin' story."

"Promise? When you gotta have that plaster changed on yer bum then?" Simon
looked towards Art's ample buttocks.

"Yeah I will, promise. Tomorrow morning for me plaster, but I can't let mum
do it!" Art looked shocked at the very thought of it, "She's gonna ask dad
if he'll do it."

"Don't expect she wants to see yer dirty bum anyway does she?" Simon pulled
a face. "Dad's good at things like that, he did all that ointment stuff on
me willy without joking didn't he."

"Yeah, he is." Art's fertile mind had already moved onto the next stage in
his plan. Actually he only ever had the one plan, which basically comprised
bewitching his victim with his so special smile and then to persuade him
they should masturbate together!

"So you ain't had a wank since going in the hospital then?"

"No," Simon blushed, "not with all them nurses and now wot with mum fussing
about all the bloody time since I've been back, I ain't had a chance. Why?"

"Nothing." Art smiled, it was one of those smiles. "You wants to though
don't you?"

"Course I does. Oh fuck, now I get it ! You wanna do it don't you?" Simon's
heart speeded up. "I bloody thought that's wot you wanted, `cause you come
in yer with a gert hard on ain't you? I can see it now."

"Clever little cunt ain't you!" Art grinned and wriggled about on the bed.

"Well you fuckin' taught me!"

"Well, lets fuckin' do it quick before teas ready." he replied removing his
hand from his lap to reveal a veritable tent in jeans. "I'll put me hand up
yer shorts and in yer pants, so if we gets caught nobody'll really know."

"You're fuckin' hopeless, you just can't stop doing it can you?" said Simon
quite impressed by Art's insatiable desire to masturbate. "How many times
you done it today?"

"Dunno, lost count. Don't seem to matter how many times `cause I can always
do it again," he grinned, "and again.. and again!"

Simon lay back and closed his eyes as Art's gaze wandered around the room
before settling on the bandaged foot. Then moving slowly up the leg to the
bottom of the shorts where deep inside, emphasised by occasional flashes of
white from Simon's Woollworths briefs, lay the prize. Feeling the hand
resting first on the inside of his leg, then begin to move very slowly up
and under his shorts Simon returned the favour by reaching out to stroke
the front of Art's jeans.

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Chap 188 to follow