Date: Wed, 18 Sep 2013 08:49:39 +0100
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief encounters Chap 127

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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>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>For those that been there the first time round and can
relate first hand to this diatribe, you will know how Simon is going to
feel on receipt of the dreadul surprise. Mortifying, is probably the word!


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Chapter 127 – The Stukka dive bomber circled lower..

"Look there's Gog's." Alex rubbed the dirt off the bus window and pointed
to the pavement below as the bus ground to a halt. "And he's still gotta
hand in his pocket."

"Cor, his mum must have had enough of taking him to school then." said Tom
leaning against Alex and peering down. "Bet she said she wasn't having him
trying to manage a wank as she drove him in!"

"Reckon he's been doing all night then?" David was on the verge of
uncontrollable giggling.

"Wot like you!"

"Would I?"

"Yes! Well it's Friday innit, so she drove him in for nearly his first
week," said Joe also watching the hand in the pocket, "my mum did it for
the first day and that was it."

"Well she didn't want you wanking over the car either then?" said Alex.

"And me, just one day that's all I got." added David from the seat in
front. "They just wanted to get shot of us didn't they?"

"I `spect your mum did 'cause she knows you're a right little wanker and
you'd just mess her car up!" Joe poked him in the ribs.

"Piss off" David poked him back and then tried to grab the front of his
shorts.

"Stop it you two, we don't wanna upset Gog's by starting a bleeding punch
up before he's even sat down do we?" said Tom. "Now fuckin' behave, `cause
I wanna ask him something."

"Wot's that then?" asked Alex." Wot you gonna ask then?"

"Just shut up a minute, he's here!" Tom was already looking back down the
bus and saw the glint of a pair of oversize NHS spectacles appear at the
top of the stairs.

"Better be good then, so wot you asking," said Alex starting giggle, "is
about his willy?"

"Course it's about his willy," spluttered David trying to ram his arm up
the leg of Joe's shorts, "I'm trying to check Joe's willy but he won't let
me!"

"All of you bloody shut up!" Tom was giggling again, he managed to raise an
arm in the air. "Gog's we're up here."

Looking extremely relieved at finding himself on the right bus Charles
placed his bag down on the seat opposite Tom and sat in the aisle seat.

"I thought for a minute it was the wrong bus," he said readjusting his
glasses on the end of his nose before burrowing a hand deep in his pocket
again, "mummy said that today I should go both ways on the bus."

"We'll see you gets the right bus," said David, "`cause if you miss it, we
miss it!"

"Well bloody go on and ask him then." whispered Alex to Tom.

"Hey Gog's," said David grinning, "you managed to cum yet?"

"No, but I got that funny feeling, twice!"

"Shouldn't be long then," said Joe, "shall we take it turns to rub it for
you?"

"No," Charles looked furtively around, "daddy said I might make it sore!"

"Daddy?" repeated David in astonishment. "Wot, has daddy been helping you
then?"

"No, don't be silly!" Charles dropped his voice. "He came in my room to
leave something and he didn't think I was in there and.. and.."

"And? And wot?" said Joe quickly swinging round to look at Charles.

"And, found me on the bed with my shorts down!"

"Fuck!" exclaimed Alex. "I wouldn't know wot to do if me dad found me like
that, so wot did he say then?"

"At first we were both very embarrassed, because he found me in the
bathroom the other day as well!" Charles flushed at the thought of it. "So
I tried to cover it up and then he asked me if it worked yet!"

"He asked if it worked!" Joe couldn't believe it. "Honest?"

"Yes," Charles looked up, "so I said, sort of and then he smiled!"

"Bloody hell! He don't sound too bad!" said Tom. "I `spect he guessed you
weren't stopping now."

"When he started to go he told me not to make it sore and if I had any
questions not to be afraid to ask him." concluded Charles sounding quite
emotional. "Then he said he wouldn't tell mummy, it was our secret. I've
never seen him like that before."

"Sounds to me that he's alright, my dad was alright as well when he found I
was doing it." said Tom. "He said it was a big step being able wank, well
he didn't actually say wank, but that's wot he meant wunnit?"

"Yer, well it is innit. I mean, you could make babies if you knew how girls
bits worked couldn't you?" said David.

"Well you could, `cept I don't want nothing to do with 'em," Alex looked
horrified at the thought, "I'd rather wank with me mates than show me willy
to some stupid girl!"

"I don't think mum's understands nothing, all they does is drop hints that
you've got those stains again on the washing!" said Joe voicing something
he was becoming worried about. "She's said it a couple of times now."

"Your washing maybe." Tom grinned.

"Piss off, I can't help it if these fuckin' Aertex things is like blotting
paper can I?"

"Well do in yer hanky then!"

"But you can't wear yer hanky in bed can you?"

"Wot you wears yer pants in bed?"

"Oh piss off!"

"Shut up you two! Gog's, now today you'd better have a word with Simon,
he's the one who rubbed it so much it started to bleed." said David. "He
had special willy cream which his dad used to put on for him, didn't he?"

"Yeah."

"Oh!" slowly the hand was withdrawn from Charles pocket.

"Tom," whispered Alex in Tom's ear, "don't forget, wot were you gonna ask
him?"

"Gog's," Tom turned to look over the aisle, "I wanted to ask you
something."

"What?" the eyes grew large behind the oversize frames.

"Well, remember you said you liked to be told wot to do like?"

"Yes," Charles the centre of attention now had a faint smile on his face,
"so what d'you want know?"

Tom was determined to say it as it was. "So if I said Gog's lick me willy,
would you?"

"I might do." the hand returned to the safety of it's pocket.

"Uumm.. so," Alex swallowed, he had a question of his own, "and if I were
to say, uumm, put yer finger up yer bum and then lick it well, uumm, would
you?"

"I might do." Charles half smiled, he didn't have to say any more.

Nobody dared say anything, collectively though their heart rates had
increased. This was approaching uncharted territory, the possibility of
having somebody who would enjoy being humiliated and oblige with sexual
favours on request. It was as exciting as it was perplexing.

Nobody said anything for a few seconds as Charles' blatant honesty was
absorbed.

"So Gog's," said David, being the thinker of the group, "so that's like two
different things innit? You'd enjoy doing things to others and, and then
sorta doing nawty things to yerself while we watch you?"



"Thanks for the lift dad." Art got out from the rear of car preceded by his
bag which had fallen onto the pavement as soon as he opened the car door
and all but spilled the contents. Muttering a choice expletive to himself
he reached down in an attempt to stop all the books escaping.

In the front seat Simon had just turned to reach for the door handle and
was surprised to feel a hand on his leg.

"Are you alright now?" asked Ted.

Simon turned. "Yeah, I think so."

"Good."

"Dad, dad I'm sorry, about.. you know." he blinked.

"But that's all over with isn't it?" Ted smiled. "Now are you sure you'll
be alright coming home on the bus with that ankle?"

"Yeah, 'cause it's really getting better quicker now and I `spect somebody
will carry me bag if I wants."

"OK, well don't over do it and I'll see you tonight." depressind the clutch
and putting the car in gear Ted watched as Art gathered up his bag and
performed his dutiful big brother act by starting to carry Simon's bag up
the drive as he limped behind.

"I'll dump yer bag here, it's where yer mates usually meet innit?" said Art
dropping Simon's bag onto the path by a tree not far from the entrance.

"Thanks."

"I `spose you'd better let us know if you has problems with yer foot,
otherwise I'll see you on the bus later, OK." he smiled which instantly
floored Simon and made him feel even more guilty for what he had done.

"Thanks." mumbled Simon.

Art looked around at the other pupils arriving. "Oh good, there's Nigel and
I gotta go and talk about me bleeding homework, I'll see you later kiddo."

"Ta." stuck for words, Simon simply smiled back realising how lucky he was
to have Art as a brother.

"Gog's, there's Simon," Tom pointed up the drive to Simon, "see him there,
standing by the tree."

"Yes, yes I do."

"Art said he'd be here today didn't he?" said Alex to Tom.

"Looks like it."

"Oi Simon, we're here." called out Tom.

Hearing his name Simon turned to look down the drive to see the usual
quartet of Tom, Alex, David and Joe walking towards him from the bus. This
time though there was somebody else, slightly shorter with distinctive
thin, white legs and a pair of large spectacles which refected the morning
sun. It had to be the new boy who Brian had mentioned when he had visited
Simon after school earlier in he week and when he found himself later being
happily molested by both brothers.

"Hows yer foot?" asked Joe as they approached.

"It's getting betterer every day, couple more days and I reckon I can ride
me bike a bit." Simon looked at Charles in his smart new uniform. "Is this
uumm.. wot's his name?"

"Yeah, it's Charlie by we calls him Gog's `cause of his gert goggles." said
David.

"He's alright." affirmed Tom knowing that on occasion Simon could be a
little dismissive.

A hand in his grey short's pocket Charles shuffled nervously on his thin
legs, having heard so much about Simon he was unsure of the reception he
might receive.

"Cor, you must wank a lot to have bleeding gert glasses like that!" Simon
grinned. "Looks like yer doing it now!"

"Uumm.." Charles blushed and managed a toothy smile.

"He can't cum yet, but we's all helping him practice!" said Joe looking at
Charles and smiling.

"No secrets here then!" David grinned.

"In fact, he's in gert danger of doing wot you did," said Alex, "he just
won't leave it alone and his dads caught him at it twice!"

"Shit, sounds like we oughta have a look at it then," said Simon to
Charles, "last thing you want is yer dad putting fuckin' willy cream on yer
fuckin' willy innit! I can tell you that's fuckin' embarrassing!"

"Oh no! I couldn't let daddy do that." replied Charles in horror. "Yes, yes
you'd better have a look and see if you think it's as bad as your's was."

"Thing is, has yer end gone all red with the rubbing then?" asked Simon.

"It was this morning when I got up!" Charles blushed again and lowered his
voice. "Actually, it's hasn't gone down since yesterday!"

"Cor, that sounds real bad dunnit it? Course, we'll have a butchers `cause
that's wot mates is for innit." Simon winked at Tom who was struggling to
keep from laughing.

"We'll do it morning break and maybe dinner time as well then!" said Alex,
who in turn dare not look at Tom, Simon or Charles. "Gotta make sure it
don't get no worse."

"Hey, yer pants ain't too tight is they?" David moved closer. "That
wouldn't help."

"Uumm.." through his pocket Charles started to try to get his hand under
the elastic.

"Hang on, I'll check it for you!" with that David quickly looked around,
knelt down and pushed his hand up the leg of Charles shorts to wriggle his
fingers under the elastic.

Charles' eyes were now crossed, Simon and Joe looked on in amazement as the
grey shorts suddenly began moving, Tom and Alex both turned away to stop
laughing.

"Yer new pants is a bit tight," spluttered David, close to laughter, "I'll
pull 'em down a bit, that'll make it easier to check yer willy as well
wunnit!"

"Right." replied Charles rather weakly. Not only were his new St Michael
briefs being pulled down to the point where the waistband was around his
thighs, but his foreskin had begun to be expertly manipulated by someone
who knew exactly what he was doing.

"That'll give yer willy more room to move." announced David standing up,
his own erection quite obvious to those who looked.

Eyes still crossed, Charles thought it really felt very sexy to have his
underpants on the verge of falling down although his confirmation was
drowned by the lesson bell.



The Stukka dive bomber circled lower, now with the playground firmly in
it's sights it began the descent with siren screaming and machine guns
rattling.

Tom looked to see it heading straight for him, turning away and preparing
to run the noise suddenly died away, followed immediately by a very audible
thud.

"He's bloody crash landed again!" announced David hooting with laughter.

"Not again!" confirmed Joe in resigned voice. "Oh shit! He'll break
something one day!"

Adrian Nelmes, now in the fifth year walked quickly away from the scene of
the crash. His mission in curtailing Jimmy's annoying high speed
aeronautical exploits around the playground very successfully accomplished
and all by strategically placing his unpolished shoe directly in the flight
path.

"Who fuckin' did that?" exclaimed Jimmy angrily from the ground, his
fuselage feeling as dented as his pride. "That's the fuckin' second time I
been tripped up!"

"Fuck knows!" replied Brian trying not to laugh, he walked over and bent
down. "You alright? Lucky you landed on this bit of grass wunnit?"

"Scraped me knee again I think." muttered Jimmy angrily.

"Well turn over and we'll have look." Brian looked up and rolled his eyes
to the others who had now gathered round and were struggling to contain
their amusement. Obviously being a fighter pilot was a very dangerous
occupation.

"I thought Spitfires didn't crash." said Joe mischievously.

"I wasn't a Spitfire, I was a fuckin' Stukka."

"But yer arms stuck out just like they did when you was a fuckin'
Spitfire's didn't they?"

"Yeah, they did, so you looked like a fuckin' Spitfire." added Tom.

"Piss off! I wasn't a fuckin' Spifire, I was a fuckin' Stukka!"

"A fuckin' Stukka eh? That's fuckin' German crap innit?" David following
Joe's lead to wind him up. "Typical German rubbish crashing like that, no
wonder they lost!"

"Twice!" confirmed Tom.

"Oh sod off! I was bloody tripped up." Jimmy started to sit up, but then
went back down on the ground. "Shit, me back hurts."

"Wot, you ain't shit yerself as well have you?" asked Alex drawing a peal
of laughter.

"Piss off!" replied Jimmy trying not to giggle.

"Well, I think we gotta examine him proper." said Tom stooping over to
look.

David nudged Brian and nodded towards Jimmy's shorts. "Go on, you do it to
him!"

"Now come you lot gather round and screen 'em, but don't make it too
obvious." said Simon indicating for the boys to form a sort of human screen
around Jimmy as Brian knelt down by his side.

"Just hold on Jim, I'll have a butchers." with that Brian leant over and
within a couple of seconds had the shorts unfastened and the shirt pulled
back to put Jimmy's white Woollies briefs on display.

"Look, he's got pee stains." said Alex excitedly leaning over, checking for
stains in other boys underwear being one of his favourite occupations.

"Fuck the pee stains, wot the hell you doing to me!" exclaimed Jimmy in
mock surprise as Brian pushed his hand under the white waistband to grab
his cock.

"Obvious innit, now yer crashed we're examining yer undercarriage for
leaks!" said Simon amidst much giggling.

"Brian, he's your mate so you wank him!" instructed Tom, his own hand
already active through his pocket, "Gog's, you gotta help as well, so push
yer hands up the legs of his shorts and see wot you can find!"

Charles didn't need asking twice and with eyes starting to cross as he
moved closer to watch Brian's hand moving inside Jimmy's briefs. Very
tentatively he began to feel his way up the bare legs and on into the twin
tunnels of the shorts.

"Brian pull his pants out the way I wanna see him cum!" whispered Joe
excitedly, who was making no pretence of the fact he was the first to have
his hand down the front of his shorts. Energetically rubbing his cock
through the flimsy mesh of his Aertex briefs he was determined to add some
semen to the yellow pee stains by the end of the break.

"Watch out yer mum don't see the stains!" said Alex.

"Oh piss off!"

"Why don't we all cum in our pants?" asked Tom.

It was the obvious question. Alex's gaze quickly darted from one to
another, since it was pretty obvious from the movements though their shorts
that they had all found the situation extremely arousing.

Having really taken matters to heart Charles had pushed so hard his hand
had gone right up the leg, under the elastic of the briefs and appeared
next to Brian's hand which was tightly holding Jimmy's cock. Charles' other
hand had taken a different route and was also inside the briefs, but
planned to invade from the rear, something he only thought possible in his
dreams. Brian instantly grabbed hold of the wayward hand and wrapped it,
along with his own around the reddened erection to continue the task in
hand with Jimmy writhing on the ground very close to ejaculation.

Understandably, Charles' eyes were now most definitely crossed and liable
to remain so for some time. Finding himself a key player for the daring
deeds being carried out in the corner of the playground whilst his friends
masturbated only inches from his face was going to be the stuff of future
fantasy. Further excitement was generated by the state of his own erection,
which despite having not gone down from the previous day now felt it would
never relent. That feeling was exacerbated every time he moved since his
underpants which were still bunched up within his shorts, rubbed firmly on
his cock.

Once Charles' finger had started to press on towards Jimmy's bumhole there
was no stopping the chain of events. Involuntarily arching his back Jimmy
began to shudder and dribble semen over Brian and Charles' hands as the
others continued to look excitedly on. Then with a groan, Joe's knees
started to buckle as he became the first to climax, the small amount of
seminal fluid readily absorbed by the Aertex briefs.

"Shit! That's the bell!" exclaimed Brian, instantly withdrawing his slimy
hand and wondering where to wipe it. "We gotta hurry up!"

"Oh fuck, but I'm nearly there!" said Tom angrily being only seconds away
from the brink of orgasm. Very reluctantly he let go of his cock and took
his hand from his pocket knowing if he carried on to ejaculate with the
bell having rung the situation would more than likely to turn into a
disaster in one form or another.

"Oh fuckin' bollocks!" David pulled his hand up from inside his shorts. "Me
too."

"You'll have to finish it in class then," Alex grinned as he removed his
hand from his pocket, " `cause I am!"

"Help me up!" called out Jimmy who had managed to pull his briefs up to
contain the drips of spunk, but was struggling to fasten his shorts.

Brian was still on his knees now licking one hand and rapidly squeezing the
front of his shorts with the other, whereas Charles was examining the
slippery substance covering one hand whilst plucking up courage to lick the
fingers of the other.

"For fucks sake hurry up or we'll be late."

David was the first to pick up his bag and turned to head across the
playground to be followed by the shambolic gaggle of classmates, each
attempting to make themselves appear respectable in one form or the other.

Slowed by his ankle, Simon was in the rear and soon realised that Charles
was missing. He swivelled round to see him stationary some twenty yards
behind in a rather unusual position, bent double and grasping the front of
his shorts.

"Oi, Alex look, wot's he's bloody doing now?" called Simon.

"Wot? Who?" replied Alex turning to look behind.

"Bloody Gog's innit, look wot's he doing?" said Simon. The comment
instantly brought the whole group to a halt and they turned to see what was
happening.

"Bleeding hell, have you seen his eyes!" exclaimed Joe before bursting into
laughter.

Poor Charles, even at that distance the NHS glasses easily magnified the
sight of his pupils zinging around in concentric circles and couldn't be
mistaken for the signs of anything other than an orgasm. Having been fully
occupied with Jimmy, he had not had time to attend to his own erection and
trying to walk quickly with his underpants furled around his thighs had
quickly succeeded in rubbing his cock to a shattering dry climax.

"Gog's bleeding hurry up, we're gonna be late," cried out David, "come on."

"Come on! I think he already has!" observed Tom to much laughter.

"Hey, while we're waiting here," said Simon watching Charles in the
distance, "don't forget we gotta think about getting together next week,
`cause when I was in the hospital I had a fuckin' great idea."

"Wot then?" asked Alex.

"I'll tell you later," replied Simon winking, "and I know you lot'll
fuckin' love it!"

"Well, we'd already thought about doing something," said Joe, "and Brian's
got a safe place all worked out, ain't you?"

"Yeah, think it'll be alright," Brian grinned, "but I can't be sure about
till after the weekend."

"Sounds like a right bloody mystery don't it?" said Tom. "We don't know wot
we're doing or where we're doing it!"

"No, but it'll be fun wunnit," added Joe who was still trying to evenly
distribute the semen inside his briefs, "especially if we wears our white
shorts again."

"Hey Simon, I'll tell you wot. I know he don't look it, but that Gog's is
ready for anything," said David, "and he means anything, he's told us so!"



"Hows yer foot then kiddo?"

With their respective friends having got off the bus, as usual Art and
Simon were left on their own for the final part of the bus journey home. It
had become something of a ritual for Art to sit by his brother offering an
opportunity to talk, albeit about boy matters and usually centred on the
rights and wrongs of self-abuse.

"It's alright, I think." leaning against the window on his right shoulder,
Simon turned and looked up at Art.

"I think you're wanking!" Art grinned.

"Piss off!" Simon blushed. "No course I ain't."

"Why else you got yer bag on yer lap then?" said Art sitting down next to
him. "Nobody has their bag on their lap unless the gotta gert hard on or
they's wanking!"

"Fuck off!" Simon flushed.

"Well, if you ain't wanking where's yer right arm gone then? It's in yer
pants innit!"

"Fuck off!"

"Let's have a look then."

With that Art grabbed the bag and pulled it away to reveal Simons arm
stuffed down the front of his shorts and quite obviously fondling an
erection.

"You cunt," hissed Simon, "quick, put it back before somebody sees!"

"Alright then," Art lunged over and grabbed the bulge, trapping both
Simon's hand and erection through the shorts, "I'll put it back when I've
had a proper feel!"

The truth was that Simon really enjoyed being groped by Art and since he
had made up his mind to cum on the bus anyway, it would be a bonus if Art
helped.

"Just fuckin' hang on a minute!" Simon looked around, the nearest
passengers were several rows back and deep in conversation. "Let's get me
hand out first."

"Well bloody hurry or we'll be having to get off," said Art, taking the
opportunity to rearrange his own growing erection in his trousers, "and
undo yer shorts, you knows I can't get me hand in 'em if they're done up."

Seconds later Simon found himself writhing around on the seat with Art's
hand, under cover of the bag firmly wedged down the front of his
shorts. Repeatedly rolling the head of Simon's cock between his thumb and
forefinger through the fly it didn't take long before he began to ejaculate
into his briefs, Art naturally enjoying the sensation and having to
frequently console his own erection as he did so.

"Right, done! Yer getting quicker!" Art pulled his hand free, sniffed it
and licked a finger before reaching down for his bag, "Now do yerself up,
our stops next!"

"Fuckin' hell!" replied Simon, desperately trying to fasten his shorts when
he saw Art begin stand up, put his bag in front and turn towards the
stairs. "Hang on! Art wait!"

The bus pulled off, leaving the brothers on the pavement with Art laughing
at Simon who was still struggling to hide the flashes of white that were
visible through his open fly.



"We're back!" shouted Art crashing noisily past the front door with Simon
limping a few steps behind, still checking his fly was indeed
fastened. "Wot's for tea mum, I'm hungry!"

Linda, as ever appeared from the kitchen, "Bangers and mash, that's nice
and quick. I've been busy today and went to town to do some clothes
shopping for you two."

"Sausages good, I likes them." Art dropped his bag, "Clothes? Wot you got
us then?"

"How's your foot been?" asked Linda looking down, the grey socks were as
usual rumpled up around Simon's ankles.

"It's been alright, definitely getting better." replied Simon, very
relieved that his recent sexual escapade seemed to have been
forgotten. "I'm gonna try me bike over the weekend."

"Well just don't over do it."

"Wot d'you buy us then mum?" asked Art again.

"Oh, nothing very exciting, I went to Marks. I bought you a couple more
white shirts and," she turned to Simon, "you badly needed some more pants."

"Oh!" Simon flushed, embarrassed that his underwear was being discussed in
public.

"And, while I was there I bumped into Mrs Lanin who was also buying shirts
for her boy.."

"Wot," interrupted Art, "d'you mean James' mum then?"

"Yes, that's right I couldn't remember his name, he's in your class isn't
he?"

"Yeah.. and.." replied Art slowly, wondering what the connection was.

"So wot d'you get me mum?" asked Simon expectantly, thinking anything had
to be preferable to mundane white Woolworths underpants.

"We were there talking about clothes, she said that she'd just bought James
these new style pants which apparently he just loves."

"Wot! He does!" Art coughed in an effort to disguise his surprise when he
realised what was coming next.

She paused, "Art are you alright?"

"Yer, just a frog in me throat!" he muttered feigning clearing his throat
whilst trying to hide his face behind his hand in an effort to contain the
onset of laughter.

"So, so wot d'you get me then mum?"

Incredibly excited at the thought of some new underpants Simon just
couldn't refrain from asking, besides his cock was unsticking itself from
the congealing semen on his stomach and rapidly getting hard again.

"Well," she smiled, "so I got you three pairs, they're on your bed."

"Cor, thanks mum."

Simon tried very hard not to show how excited he was and immediately
started to visualise some very brief briefs in incredibly bright
colours. Despite his recent ejaculation such were his thoughts that the
merest thought of even trying them on had him almost fully erect again.

"I think you'll really like them. Now I must get on with tea."

Clenching his fists in an effort to control himself and quite unable to
utter a word for fear of breaking into uncontrollable laughter. Art smiled
and wandered off towards the lounge hoping to avoid looking at Simon, who
it appeared was already so excited he had a hand deep in his shorts. If
there was ever going to be some form of retribution for Simon wanking in
his bed, this had to be it!


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Chap 128 to follow