Date: Wed, 26 Jun 2013 11:36:14 +0100
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief encounters Chap 121

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

##################################################################

>>>>>>>>>>> For some reason other than the fact I wrote them, I rather like
these next couple of chapters, maybe they just encompass certain themes!

My thanks to the avid reader who gave me the suggestion to introduce a
certain variety of garment which will creep in shortly. Although, quite
where I get the bonkers ideas to incorporate all this stuff in the
non-existant plot line really makes me question my own sanity at times!

As ever all comments and ideas more than welcome.

Tom


##################################################################

Chapter 121 – A bowl of wank!


"How much longer?" whispered Tom.

Alex consulted his none too accurate watch. "Less than five minutes... I
think!"

"Want me to move me hand?"

"No, not yet," Alex grinned, "keep doing it!"

"Have a quick look at Gog's face, I think he's at it as well!"

Tom's hand was deep in Alex's shorts pocket, his fingers having pushed the
pocket lining under the Aertex briefs to just about reach the end of his
erection.

"I'm not surprised `cause he's sat next to Joe!" Alex peered over the room
"Cor, now look, bloody hell, his eyes is starting to go crossed!"

"Did Dave tell you wot that means?"

"No, I musta missed that." Alex leaned over. "Well tell me then, wot's it
mean?"

"Dave reckon's whenever Gog's gets the tingly feeling his eyes goes
crossed!"

"Oh I can understand that!" Alex grinned. "But d'you think he's doing it or
is it Joe ?"

"Dunno they both looks happy!"

Before the bell which signalling the end of the second lesson had even
finished ringing Mrs Bridges second year French class had descended into
chaos, never the strongest of teachers the boys immediately started to pack
up their books without waiting for her permission.

"That's it then, breaktime." said Tom noisily pushing his chair back, "Come
on, let's get Gog's down to the bog."

"Right," standing up, Alex pulled his blazer in front to hide his erection
he looked across the aisle to see that Joe had got Charles under control
and was not allowing him to escape.

With the majority of the class headed towards the dining hall, the half
dozen boys split off towards the science block toilets.

"Hey Bri," said Dave, "we ain't even had time to find out why you was so
late?"

"Fuckin' bus wunnit!" replied Brian with some feeling. "I really thought I
was gonna be late good and fuckin' proper and get a bollocking."

"They were all late today, d'you see Art was late as well?" said Alex.

"Oh Art!" exclaimed Brian suddenly grinning. "Oh fuck, I'll tell you about
him later!"

"Tell us wot then?" asked Tom immediately detecting there was definitely
something of interest to relate. "Wot d'you know then?"

"Bloody wait, I'll tell you dinner time." Brian winked.

"Who's Art, is he a second year as well?" interrupted Charles.

"He's Simon's big brother." said Joe.

"Simon's the one I haven't met?" asked Charles.

"Right, Art's a fuckin' hoot!" said Alex. "You'll like him."

"And, he'll like you!" added Tom giggling and propelling Charles towards
the toilet door.

"Well, what are we going to do?" asked Charles, standing in the middle of
the wet floor and looking at the row of battered cubicle doors. "It's not
very nice is it?"

"Well I dunno wot you're gonna do, but we're gonna have a good look at your
willy to see if you've been over wanking!" replied David with a grin.

"Ain't this the bog that got flooded the other day?" asked Alex looking
round.

"I `spect that's why it looks cleaner!" said Joe looking down at the tiled
floor.

"It don't smell cleaner!" David sniffed and wrinkled his nose.

"This ones alright," Alex was inspecting the cubicles, "come on Gog's,
this'll do."

Tom looked at Charles, who for somebody about to have his genitalia
inspected by his classmates during his first week at school he seemed
strangely relaxed.

"You alright Gog's? You ain't worried or nothing, just say so if you is."

"We don't wanna do nothing you don't want." said Alex having realised what
Tom was trying to say.

"Oh no, quite the contrary," replied Charles grammatically correct as ever,
"I've decided I like being told what to do especially if it's do with my
willy!"

"Oh!" said Joe, the others looked equally surprised at Charles' admission.

"And, I'd really like to be undressed by somebody!" concluded
Charles. Having revealed yet another surprise dimension to his character he
grinned.

"Bloody hell! D'you know I thought you'd liked it yesterday." said David
who having taken charge the previous afternoon and thoroughly enjoyed the
experience wondered if Charles had rather liked the subservient role.

"So, wot you mean is," asked Brian, feeling the erection through his pocket
whilst trying to comprehend Charles' most obliging reply, "you mean, you'll
sorta do wot we want, `cause you likes being told?"

"Sort of, well most things to do with, with sex." he looked at Tom. "Yes I
do!"

"Fuckin' hell!" Tom was quite amazed at what Charles had now added to his
growing list of sexual pleasures. "You're a dark horse ain't you?"

"Who?" said Joe. "Wot fuckin' horse, where?"

"And you only learnt to wank yesterday!" Alex grinned. "You're fuckin'
amazing, you really are!"

"No I'm not, it's only thanks to you lot," Charles blushed, "see I've had
all these things in my head but, but it wasn't until I came here and..." he
ground to a halt sounding quite emotional.

"You don't have to say nothing." said David quietly.

"But I do. Everybody laughed at me in the other school, what with me small
willy and big glasses, then I met you lot," he took a breath. "you haven't
laughed, you've helped me, you've told me things. Don't you see?
Everything's changed, so I've changed and, and I can say what I want to do
and.. and.."

"And, fuckin' shut up before we all start crying!" said Joe having realised
that it was a good time to move things on before Charles got too
emotionally carried away. "Now put that bog seat down and fuckin' stand on
it!"

Grinning, Charles did as he was told. Not that anybody would notice, but
his three and a bit inches were already hard at the prospect of what might
follow.

"Maybe you oughta take yer blazer off," said David, "you don't want it
falling on the shitty floor do you?"

Shaking his head Charles removed his blazer and gave it to Alex to hang on
the back of the door, Charles looked down from the toilet seat.

"Yer definitely OK then are you?" asked Tom studying the thin white
legs. "We've only got ten minutes so `spose we all has a quick feel up yer
shorts and then have a look at it to see if you've done a Simon to yer
willy!"

"Oh yes."

"Gog's now close yer eyes, we're gonna do this so you can't see who's doing
wot!" said Tom moving closer to be the first in the queue.

"Oooh yes!" squeaked Charles nodding so enthusiastically his glasses
wobbled on the end of his nose.

There was something in the air and it wasn't just the smell of a school
toilet, it was the smell of pubescence sex.

They all had erections and were naturally destined to become even more
aroused by having to wait their turn to explore the mysteries of Charles'
shorts and of course, fondle his erection. Since he was still wearing
David's briefs which had been worn, slept in and drastically pulled around
it was no great surprise that the blue cotton occasionally made a fleeting
appearance from beneath the leg of his shorts.  The sight of that had
already made Brian incredibly excited to the point where he was actively
masturbating through his pocket as he impatiently waited his turn to grope
Charles. His actions were not unnoticed by Tom who instantly planned at
little surprise for the final changeover when it was Brian who was to go
last and take over from Alex.

Finally, it was Brian's turn. Without waiting for Alex to withdraw he
plunged his arm up the leg of the shorts which immediately had Charles
squirming around in absolute delight as the two strange hands groped their
way around inside his sagging underpants. From the excited banter going on,
Charles quickly guessed who the two hands belonged too, but not which one
was tugging at his vest and which was prodding at his sphincter!

"Cor! Up shorts is the best!" said Alex excitedly rubbing the front of his
own shorts as he reluctantly moved away to allow Brian his full minute's
worth of gropiary delights.

Alex might have moved, but Brian's digit remained to press home it's
advantage past Charles' sphincter making him hop around the toilet seat
like a puppet on a stick! Seeing Brian now fully occupied having both hands
up the shorts Tom moved to stand behind him knowing he had to work
quickly. Pushing his own erection into Brian's bum he reached around his
waist and with all the expertise gained in undoing his own shorts, almost
instantly had Brian's shorts hanging around his knees.

"Fuck!" exclaimed Brian in surprise.

"Never mind your's, get Gog's shorts down quick," Tom made a grab at
tenting front of Brian's white briefs, "be quick we only got a couple of
minutes!"

"Fuckin' hell!" struggling to undo Charles' shorts, Brian shuddered at Tom
gripped his erection. "What fun!"

"Fuckin' hurry up!" added David as he expectantly waited to see Charles
wearing his briefs.

"Oooh!" groaned Charles opening his eyes and blinking in the light.

Brian, seemingly oblivious of what was happening to him by way of Tom
frantically masturbating him through his briefs now had finally succeeded
in getting Charles shorts down around his ankles. David stared at the
sagging blue underpants and Charles' erection which poked out from the
side.

"Oh fuck!" muttered Brian getting closer as Charles' one eyed min-monster
doffed it's helmet and almost poked him in the eye!

"Fuck!" echoed Charles in a falsetto voice as Brian took all three and a
bit inches in his mouth in one movement.

Alex glanced around, David and Joe had already dropped their shorts and
were openly masturbating as Tom rather roughly continued to attend to
Brian. Undoing his own shorts and pulling at his cock, Alex moved to stand
by Tom's side where he deftly unfastened Tom's shorts and pulled them down
complete with his briefs allowing his cock to twang into view.

"Quick, quick, here," called Alex to Joe and David whilst he pulled at the
waistband on the back of Brian's briefs, "we'll all try and cum down the
back of Brian's pants!"

With much giggling and jostling the three of them stood around Brian
frantically masturbating whilst looking inside the St Michael briefs as
they took turns to pull on the waistband.

"Look he's got little fuckin' skid marks!" stuttered Joe before dissolving
into laughter as Brian, still being masturbated by Tom through his briefs
suddenly began to tremble and started to ejaculate into the front of his
briefs.

Of course, with everything happening so quickly and everybody totally over
excited it had to be the start of a chain reaction with the boys
ejaculating one after the other into Brian's briefs. Charles, not having
really returned to earth since being gobbled whole by Brian was leaning
against the wall looking distinctly cross eyed, rather glazed and very
wobbly. Managing to stay perched on top the toilet with his clothes rucked
up around his ankles he tried to focus on the sperm laden goings on beneath
him.

"Fuckin' hell!" exclaimed Alex who for some reason decided to look at his
watch and suddenly realised that there was little time left before the
lesson bell. "We got less than a fuckin' minute before the fuckin' bell!"




The dinner break as it was colloquially termed by the pupils, was almost
half way through and at the table in the far corner of the dinning hall
there had been much whispering and giggling over the meal. Nigel, having
been so enthralled at Robin's muddled description of the female anatomy had
persuaded him to explain it all again in great detail so that Art could
also benefit should he ever find himself on intimate terms with a personage
of the opposite sex. Art being a very popular figure, had understandably
attracted a certain coterie had been joined at the table by Andy, James,
Ian, Martin and Richard all of whom were immediately sworn to secrecy over
the details of Robin's intimate sisterly relationship!

"Look, I don't fuckin' get this fanny bit," Art pushed the remnants of the
cottage pie and peas around the plate to form a greasy heap, "she's got
this gert mound thing between her legs with a sorta slit in it, right?"

"Yeah." agreed Robin, flicking a squashed pea off the table onto the
floor. "Right."

"So, does that mean she's got a gert hole the length of the slit or wot?"

"Uumm.. I'm not sure.. I don't know, I didn't put me face in the fuckin'
thing did I!"

"Oh fuckin' hell! Oh hang on, look I gotta idea, hey look here then and
watch this," Art grinned and quickly transformed the leftovers on his plate
into a mound and then forming a neat incision with his bent knife, proudly
asked, "bit like this d'you mean?"

They all looked at Art's fanciful, if not entirely accurate interpretation
of minced labia majora and immediately burst out laughing.

"Don't be a fuckin' idiot," said Nigel, "them fuckin' green spots ain't
right!"

"If they is I `spect she's had the fuckin' pox!" said Ian to much laughter.

"Never mind them fuckin' pox spots, I think see wot he means." said Andy
excitedly. "Listen, me older cousin John showed me a dirty book a few weeks
back and, and there was picture of a woman's fanny in it."

"Well it wouldn't be a fuckin' man's would it!" said Art. "And? The
question is, did she have them green fuckin' spots!"

"No you silly fucker!" Andy laughed. "John been out with a few girls said
he'd had his finger up one so he knew all about it."

"Fuck, he's brave ain't he!" said Richard.

"Very!" said Andy. "Anyway he said, wot it's like is that the slit bit is
just like a gert pair of lips."

"Wot, sorta lips? Fanny lips?" asked James, rather confused by the whole
topic of girls and for once being unusually quiet, "Can't you just borrow
that bloody picture and show us?"

"Well, I'll ask him for it!" said Andy. "Now fuckin' shut and I'll tell you
wot he said. See, there's these fanny lips and at the top is the little
cock thing, the fuckin' clit thing or whatever it's fuckin' called, at the
bottom is the hole where you stuff yer cock in to fuck her!"

"Is that it, how big is the hole?" asked Martin. "I think we really needs a
picture!"

"That's about right though Andy, I think." agreed Robin. "Trouble was we
didn't wanna get caught or that, so it was all rushed and I couldn't quite
see."

"When you gonna do it again then?" asked Nigel, lifting himself off the
seat as he tried to straighten his erection which had somehow become caught
in the fly of his elderly Y-fronts.

"You dirty bugger you got a fuckin' gert hard on!" said Art nudging him. "I
can see it from here!"

"Yeah, alright. Now fuckin' listen." Nigel looked round the table with a
mischievous look. "Right, now raise yer fuckin' hand if you ain't got hard
on!"

They all looked at each other, even Martin kept this hand down and Ian
giggled.

"Typical, a bunch of bedroom wankers! Alright then, next," continued Nigel,
"then raise yer hand if you had a wank this morning!"

Again nothing, but a few red faces, some sniggers and an embarrassed
silence.

"You are fuckin' shy ain't you," continued Nigel, "so raise yer hand if you
didn't have a wank this morning!"

"Impossible!" Art burst out laughing, James looked at Andy and they both
blushed.

"Right, so we all agree we did it then," said Nigel trying not to laugh,
"now I've always wanted to ask you lot this, so yer gonna answer and I'm
gonna fuckin' ask you all in turn, got it?"

By now they were all starting to laugh even if a little pink in the face
with Ian uncontrollably giggling.

"So, where d'you have yer morning wank," spluttered Nigel, "was it in the
bog, the bathroom, the bed or the basin? Quick answer round the table one
after the other, starting with you Ian as you're finding it so fuckin'
funny!"

"Wot me! In bed! Where d'you have yours then?"

"Bed!" replied Nigel. "Next!"

"Bog!"

"Bed!"

"Bog!"

"Bathroom!"

"Bed!"

"Bed, sometimes the basin as well!"

The final admission from Art brought hoots of laughter together with a
disapproving look from Mrs Jameson who was in the far corner on duty for
the lunch break.

"We'd better fuckin' calm down a bit or we'll have her over here next."
said Robin trying to look serious. "Now, anybody else want to ask anything
about girly bits?"

"Yeah, I wanna get this right," said Art, "so is the hole in the bottom bit
of her fanny slit like a small bum hole then?"

"Wot, you mean it looks small but, but if you fingers it a bit, it can take
gert big things like a bumhole can?" Andy immediately blushed having
realised what he'd admitted too!

"Well if you means you can play with yer bum hole till you can get a
fuckin' great carrot up it, then yeah I reckon yer right and a fanny is
about the same!" concluded Nigel.

"I don't do that." protested Andy now the same colour as his last carrot.

"No, course you don't," Martin laughed, "none of us do, do we?"

"No." agreed Robin, although his florid complexion hinted otherwise!

"Fuckin' marrows is better!" said Art. "Well all that fanny stuff sounds
about right I `spose, but I'd like to see one if there weren't no girl
attached to it!"

"You're fuckin' girl shy ain't you?" said Martin. "I ain't laughing at you,
`cause I am as well."

"If we're honest," James looked round, "maybe we all is. Ain't we?"

"Well, even doing this I ain't sure if I could do it with a girl, it's
different with Jilly." admitted Robin.

"I couldn't do it, I wouldn't know wot to do." Richard blushed and stood
slowly up forgetting his erection was barely covered by his blazer. "There
ain't no queue now so I'm gonna get a pud, d'you want one Art?"

"Yeah," Art looked directly at the bulge, "but don't let 'em see that!"

"Wot? Oh fuck!" Richard glanced down and pulled his blazer right across.

"Snap!" said Art as Richard left the table.

"So, Robin, well uumm.. will you," Nigel looked around, he was taking the
lead and about to ask the question they all wanted ask, "and when you gonna
be doing it again with her then?"

"I'd like to and I think she would," he nodded, "dunno when though. I
`spose it'll have to be when mum and dad's out."

"Sounds sensible, bit like when yer looking through the vegetable basket!"
said Nigel laughing.

"Fuckin' hell, wouldn't it be great to watch!" Andy shuffled on his chair,
like Nigel tried to make his erection more comfortable.

"Which the fanny or the carrot!" added Ian.

"You wanking now then Andy under the table, just like Nige is trying not
to?" Art winked and began pushed the dirty plates away having seen Richard
start to thread his way back through the other tables.

"Fuck off!" replied Andy.

"You can carry on Andy, but just don't shake the fuckin' table `cause he's
got me pud."

"Art, fuck off!"

"Hey, how do they piss then?" asked Ian. "They got another hole?"

"Must have or they'd fuckin' explode and cover everybody with piss!" said
Martin.

"Fucked if I knows!" replied Robin scratching himself. "That's something
else I gotta find out then innit?"

"Hey, look at Rich," Art grinned as Richard reached the table, "now here's
someone who does look like he's about to have a wank and he's even brought
me pud!"

"Fuck, I just noticed he's got some new trousers ain't he?" said Ian.

Robin stared as he recalled the mess they had both been in the previous
afternoon. Now looking extremely smart and holding what looked like a
pudding bowl in each hand. Richard's demure appearance was spoilt by what
purported to be an erection of some magnitude still only partially hidden
by his blazer.

"Have I missed much?" asked Richard. "Clear a space Art, `cause I got yer
pud."

"Nah, not a lot. We can tell you every fuckin' thing you've always wanted
to know about girls fanny's and that." replied Art pushing dirty plates
even further out of the way.

"Don't know if I'll ever get one to find out." replied Richard quietly.

"Oh you will and I `spect even on day I might as well." Andy smiled knowing
how intimidating it all seemed.

Martin was looking in disbelief at Richard's trousers. "Wot's happened to
yer cock, it looks fuckin' nearly as big as Nige's!"

"Shit it's huge, wot's he's stuffed stick down his pants!" said Ian.

"He's taking special cock pills." said Martin who having been rather quiet
through the female discussion, but naturally found the penile subject far
more interesting. "Where d'you get 'em?"

"Nah, that's wot happens when you rubs it." said Nigel. "Art knows all
about that rubbing stuff don't you?"

"Fuck off!"

"Oh shit, I didn't think you'd notice!" Richard blushed.

"Wot yer new trousers or that bleeding gert bulge?" asked Martin.

"Well fuckin' tell us then, wot you done? Why's it so big, you glued a bit
on?"

There was no disguising the fact that from the way he was seated and the
angle of his hand in his pocket Art was now very aroused and had started
seriously playing with himself.

"Fuck, don't none of you say nothing and I'll tell you." Richard dragged a
chair with his foot and prepared to sit down by Art. "You gotta fuckin'
promise!"

"Yeah, alright we fuckin' promise." said Nigel grinning. "So wot you done
to make it bigger?"

"Look me mum is gonna kill me if I go home with me trousers in the fuckin'
state they was yesterday."

"You too!" sighed Robin. The others looked attentively at Richard.

"She musta guessed I been doing things in 'em.."

"That's a fuckin' understatement!" said Andy laughing. "We all saw they was
covered in it!"

"Bollocks!" Richard flushed, "So she let me wear me new ones.. but, if I
goes home with a mark on 'em well... I don't fuckin' know wot she'll do."

"Right, that's easy innit? Just don't wank in 'em then!" said Nigel, "But
how come yer cocks suddenly got so big?"

"Uumm..." clearly embarrassed Richard yet again looked around to see if he
could be overheard and almost whispered. "I got a sock in me pants!"

"You gotta fuckin' wot?" asked Art looking at him in amazement as the
others burst out laughing.

"Fuckin' shut up! Keep fuckin' quiet!" Richard looked anxiously
about. "Shut up and I'll fuckin' tell you. Me big brother says if I keeps a
sock in me pants then when I starts getting excited, I can put me cock in
it, have a wank and stop me clothes getting all spunky!"

"That's fuckin' brilliant." said Andy, now quite obviously rearranging
matters inside his Wolsey briefs and contemplating doing the same!

"So.. uumm..." Art's brain was already in overdrive, "so that means you can
have a wank any fuckin' where, any fuckin' time and cum in yer sock so it
don't go over yer clothes."

"Fuckin' clever," agreed Andy, "so that gert lump is yer sock then not yer
willy?"

"That's right." said Richard pushing one of the chipped pudding bowls in
front of Art.

"Have you tried it yet then?" asked Nigel feeling himself though his
pocket, knowing after all the talk of sex his own briefs were already wet
with precum. "Wanking in yer sock, I mean!"

"No." Richard shook his head. "Can't, me mum'll fuckin' kill me, I can't
fuckin' risk getting anything on these trousers at all."

"That's fair enough innit." agreed Robin knowing only too well the
ramifications of spoiling the uniform.

"So wot's this fuckin' shit in the bowl then?" asked Art looking at it with
distrust. "I thought it was gonna be apple fuckin' pie."

"They said that was all gone and this was rice fuckin' pudding, it was all
they had."

"Fuckin' glad I ain't eating that, it looks fuckin' off." Nigel leaned over
and sniffed at it. "That fuckin' derelict cottage pie was bad enough
wunnit!"

"Fuckin' hell you sure about eating that?" asked Ian. "I reckon you'll
fuckin' catch something!"

For several seconds Art studied the contents of the bowl whilst cautiously
prodding the gelatinous contents around with his bent spoon.

"This tastes fuckin' awful," said Richard looking up, for once his appetite
dulled, "it'll gum yer guts up!"

"Fuck me, well if you say it tastes fuckin' awful, then it must taste
fuckin' awful!" said Andy peering over into the bowl. "You normally eats
anything."

"Look at it, it's, it's just like a fuckin' bowl of wank!" said Art to much
laughter.

"You ought to fuckin' know you wanks enough!" said Nigel peering over to
look at it again. "He's right you'll be fuckin' ill eating that!"

"Well just fuckin' look at it.. it's like spunk with lumpy bits innit!"

To make his point, Art held aloft a spoonful containing a substance which
nobody could deny really did bear an uncanny resemblance to under-cooked
rice bound in an opalescent semenesque substitute!

"Why don't you have a fuckin' good wank in that bowl and show us the
difference!" said Andy giggling.

"Yeah! Nobody'll see you down this end of the room!" said Nigel
enthusiastically.

"Go on Art, I fuckin' dare you!" Ian grinned.

Nigel looked slowly around the room and turned back to Art, "Tell you wot,
if you cums in that bowl of cummy rice muck under the fuckin' table we'll
all wank with you!"

"We wot!" James looked horrified.

"Won't you James?" said Nigel smiling. "Anyway look, Andy's nearly cum
already!"

"Fuck off!" replied Andy blushing knowing he was already producing precum
as he rapidly pulled his hands from his pockets.

Art thought for a few moments then grinned. "Alright, but you lot gotta cum
in yer pants with me `cause I ain't being caught doing this on me own!"

"Fuckin' hell!" muttered James. "We must be fuckin' mad!"

"No James, not fuckin' hell.. it's fuckin' brilliant!" exclaimed Nigel
excitedly looking at the surprised faces around the table as he posed his
rhetorical question. "Right then, we will won't we?"

Art reached under the table and squeezed his erection through his trousers.

#####################################

Chap 122 to follow