Date: Wed, 16 Oct 2013 08:36:01 +0100 From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm> Subject: Brief Encounters Chap 129 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 ******************************************************************************* >>>>>>>>>>> Now your attention please faithful readers as it's time to put in word for our sponsor. Or, in plain English I wouldn't be getting my epic published and you wouldn't be reading it if it were not for the Nifty Archive, so if you enjoy what you read then please, please consider making a donation to Nifty. It's very easy and painless, you just follow the donations link on the main page - I'm sure even our oversexed and luckess hero Art from the story would do it if he could - come to that, he'd do it anywhere! #################################################################### Chapter 129 – "Don't you play with your teddy?" "Hang on, I ain't got me bike out yet." "Well hurry up, `cause I'm all ready." "Where's we going anyway?" asked Robbie struggling to get his bike out past the hedge, through the front gate to join Barry in the road. "We're gonna see if we can find where that Gog's lives." "Who d'you say this Gog's was?" Robbie looked lost before they had even started. "I just told you, he's that new second year kid who can't leave it alone. He's in the same class as Tom and yer brother and all that lot." "Wot d'you mean he can't leave it alone, wot like you?" Robbie giggled. "Being in the same class as that lot he ain't got no chance has he, the poor sod!" "Yer right there!" said Barry. "But the thing is, he's small and his willy ain't no bigger than yours and he's really desperate to try and cum proper and.." "You mean, same age as our Brian but he can't cum?" interrupted Robbie immediately seeing where both the conversation and they were going. "So we're gonna help him, is that it?" "Right!" Barry grinned. "When we did that pissing thing in a circle he kept looking at me and smiling, so we'll get on alright `cause our willy's is all about the same size." "Yeah, but d'you think he's that desperate?" Robbie lifted his bike into the road. "Yeah, sure of it. Every time I've seen him he's had his hand in his pocket palying with himself." "But so've you!" "Piss off!" "Anyway, why's he called Gogs?" "Easy, `cause he's got gert thick glasses and so they've called him Goggles, his real name is Charles." "Oh. Fuck me, Charles." Robbie pulled a face. "Charles, well that's a bit bleeding posh innit?" "Well he is posh ain't he? His dad solicits or something like that I think." said Barry. "Wots that then, solicits?" "Well I don't know do I!" Barry shrugged his shoulders. "All I knows is he's bleeding posh and if we can get him wanking he'll join us and never bloody stop!" "Well lets go find him then," Robbie got on his bike, "then we can all have a wank!" "Now hang on, `cause I knows you," Barry grinned, "so, if we do find his house don't you go telling his mum to fuck off or you suddenly need a piss or nothing!" "Wot me!" Robbie giggled. "Barry, hang on.. so you means you don't really know where he lives anyway!" "Well, sort of," replied Barry, "see I overheard him telling Alex that he lived in one of them gert big houses in Highgrove Park." "Shit, that's a gert posh road that is, that's like millionaires and all that stuff innit?" Robbie was very impressed. Very, very impressed. "So d'you see why we gotta behave if we do finds it then? It's only one road innit?" "Yer, I `spose," Robbie nodded, "but we don't know what number or nothing do us?" "Nah," replied Barry, "but we do knows that they got a gert big shiny blue Rover, `cause that's wot his mum drove to pick him up in on his first day." "So all we wants is a kid who plays with his little willy with gert thick glasses and a posh mummy who lives in a gert big house with a gert big blue Rover outside?" "Shouldn't be too hard to find him then should it?" Barry grinned. "I `spect he's still trying to wank right now!" "Piece of piss I should think." "So fuckin' come on then, let's get going and find him," Barry turned round to look at Robbie as he pushed off from the kerb, "if we pedals like fuck we can get there in ten minutes can't us?" The view through the keyhole might have been very limited, but for Robin it was more than enough to make him squirm with excitement. Inside the bedroom, Richard was lying towards the bottom of the bed, his more than ample bottom resting on top of two pillows with his legs spread apart and dangling over the rail at the foot of the bed. Wearing just a vest and briefs it looked to Robin as though one hand was actively manipulating his erection through his briefs whilst his other arm appeared to disappear between his legs. It was with some difficulty that Robin retracted the hand from down the front of his jeans to get it back under control before ejaculating prematurely into his underpants. The question was how to handle the situation without upsetting Richard, probably best done by pretending he knew nothing of what had just seen. The knock on the door sent Richard's heart rate racing, his immediate action being to look towards the door and check the chair was still wedged firmly against it. "It's me, Robin. Yer mum let me in, she said I should get you up." "Who? Who is it?" called out Richard, jumping up and accidentally allowing the slippery object to shoot from his bum whilst frantically looking around for his dressing gown. "It's me, Robin." replied Robin, his eye virtually glued to the keyhole watching Richard moving around in his very fragrant underwear. "Oh uumm, fuck! Well just, just hang on a minute." "Right." Robin rearranged his leaking organ for the umpteenth time. With a scraping noise the chair was removed from under the handle and the door slowly opened to reveal Richard standing in a blue dressing gown embroidered with a teddy bear that would have fitted him properly when he was about twelve. "Wot's want then, it's a bit early innit?" Richard appeared slightly miffed at being interrupted when so close to his climax and then having to make an appearance embarrassingly wearing in his teddy bear dressing gown. "Sorry mate," Robin looked away as he spoke, "yer right it's too early innit, I'm sorry. I'll go and leave you to get up." "Oh no! Don't be a cunt, yer here now. So come in and tell us what you wanted." Richard put a hand on his shoulder and walked him into the room. Robin looked around, it must have looked much like any other fifteen year old's bedroom. The derelict Airfix models gathering dust, a collection of Famous Five books and on top the small bookcase the ubiquitous teddy bear to which the owner was probably still quite attached. And, then there were undoubtedly the hidden treasures, were they under the bed or stuffed in the back of the wardrobe? "Now wot's want?" "Uumm.. I came about the tent and that." Robin watched as Richard quickly pulled the bedclothes back up so they could sit down. The obvious wet stain towards the centre of the bottom sheet didn't go unnoticed, Robin's erection twitched. "Now sit here and tell me all about it!" Richard, now obviously regaining his humour patted the bed beside him as Robin slowly sat down. "Well... about the tent.." stuttered Robin, looking at the bear on the dressing gown rather than asking what he really wanted to ask, which was whether they could just masturbate together! "Right well, so wot about the bleeding tent? Did I tell you me dad's gonna show me how to put it up over the weekend." "Uumm... oh no, I didn't know that." Robin thought quickly. "That's wot I wanted to know really like, if we knew how to put it up." "Looks like you're up already!" it was time for Richard to revert to predator mode, he pointed to Robin's jeans, the light shimmering on the wet patch. "Fuck. You noticed!" Robin blushed. "Oh fuck you! And fuck yer teddy bear and all!" Richard grinned. "Noticed, I couldn't fuckin' miss it! And now a fuck? D'you want too really? Who, me or me teddy?" "You!" blurted Robin, turning a darker shade of pink having realised what he had inadvertently admitted. "You! That's good, `cause it was teddy's turn the other night, we had a wank together and his furs all gone funny now." Richard grinned pointing first to the bookcase, then to his dressing gown. "And look, I even got me teddy bear wankers badge!" "I `spose you have." a little flustered, Robin peered at the dressing gown unsure if he was being strung along or meant to laugh. "Oh yeah, see it's a proper badge innit?" "Uumm, right." Robin looked amazed, not only at the thought of teddy being impregnated by half a gallon of hot semen, but more that Richard had so easily agreed to what been a passing joke, but was now possibly a proposition. "Don't you play with your teddy? Bet you got a teddy somewhere." Robin didn't reply, then suddenly burst out laughing. "Course I fuckin' have, I cut some of the stitches so I can put me finger up his ass!" Richard laughed. "You silly sod, you really thought I was fuckin' serious about the badge didn't you!" "Yeah alright, sorry for a minute I did." "Well I'm very serious about something." the tone of Richard's voice changed. "Wot?" where was the conversation going now? "Have you ever fucked anybody, `cause I ain't." Richard flushed at his admission. "It was only `cause Art really helped that I've lost all me inhibitions and can carry on like this now. And also.." "Fucked somebody. No. I wouldn't really know wot to do. Would you?"" interrupted Robin. Surprised at the question, but delighted to be having a conversation about the incertitudes of adolescent sex. "Also. Also, wot then?" "Also? Well, it's obviously me cock innit?" this time Richard really flushed. "It's embarrassing innit? It's fuckin' half size of anybody else's with a foreskin the size of a fuckin' hippo and every time I gets just a bit excited and touches it, it's as good as wetting me pants!" "Oh fuck, sorry I never thought you felt like that," Robin moved closer and put a hand on Richards leg, "but yer always so happy and, and ready for a bit of fun." "Well I ain't always that happy and it's `cause I ain't never said anything to anyone before." sounding very dejected he looked down at Robin's hand on his leg. "Well I won't say nothing, uumm honest." replied Robin rather shocked at Richard's embarrassing revelation. "It's alright I trusts you." he continued to look down. "I ain't never told nobody else." "Look, me cock might be bigger, but I gets just as worried as you over things. Look," Robin paused, then decided he might as well face another concern that had been on his mind. "See I, I can't make me mind up if I'm gonna be queer or not!" "Well you ain't the only one who thinks that." Richard drew a deep breath. "Fuckin' hell Robin think about it, `spose one day I wants to see what a girl is all about, she'd just laugh her bloody head off when she saw me little cock!" "Oh shit, I see wot you mean." "There see, you knows it as well. Wot can I do?" "Uumm..." Robin couldn't argue with the truth, "but, it's not just about yer cock is it? It's about you as, as a, well, uumm I mean you're, you're such a nice person ain't you?" "Don't fuckin' say that!" Richard blinked and looked away. "Well you is and I ain't never seen you like this before." replied Robin putting his other arm around him to pull him closer. "I think we're both a bit fucked up and need sorting out." For the next minute neither said anything, they simply sat there deep in thought. "I'm sorry, I might fucking laugh, but I really thinks about it all the fuckin' time." said Richard, eventually lifting his head he wiped his eyes on the sleeve of the dressing gown. "Something happens to me every now and again and, and I dunno wot the fuck to think. ." "Like you said, you ain't the only one `cause I'm all messed up thinking about the queer thing." Robin blinked. "I and wanna ask you something, have you, have you.. I mean.." "Have I wot?" "Have you ever, well uumm have you ever been... been kissed?" "Wot, who by? Not by a bloody girl that's for sure." Richard looked at him. "No, only me mum and that stuff. Why d'you ask, have you then?" "No." Robin shook his head. "Only by me mum!" "So, wot d'you mean... I don't get it." "Anybody, I mean," Robin swallowed. "could we, uumm... could we try it?" "It wouldn't make us queers would it?" "Don't see why it should, `cause we've wanked together anyway." "Well I `spose it'll be alright then." Richard had already felt something stirring inside his briefs, they just got soggier. "But d'you know how to, `cause I don't." "No, not really!" Robin blushed. "Oh wot the fuck, come on let's give it a go!" Naively pouting his lips, Richard closed his eyes and waited as Robin moved to within an inch of the bum fluff adorning his top lip. Robin didn't have clue what he had got himself into nor, what to do. Nevertheless he plucked up all his courage to plant the sloppiest, wettest kiss in the general direction of Richard's lips. "Fuck!" Exclaimed Richard several seconds later on opening his eyes on realising that Robin had just disengaged contact with all the noise and subtlety of a sink plunger. "Sorry, I ain't no good at it, I dribbled!" a very embarrassed Robin wiped his mouth and mumbled. "I shouldn't have done it. Sorry, I'll go home, sorry mate..." "Fuck that, stay here and just do it again!" replied Richard, rubbing the saliva from his chin. "Go on, do it." "Really? You don't want me to go home?" Robin was genuinely surprised, having surmised the act had been a disaster and Richard was going to tell him to go away. "No, bloody stay and do it again!" embarrassed as he was Richard smiled. "And, this time, will you, well uumm will you try to fuckin' poke yer tongue about!" They locked into a clinch, what Robin's osculation technique lacked by way of a dribble free coupling was made up by pure unbridled lust. To them it seemed the embrace went on for several minutes during which time, tongues were freely exchanged, sucked and all oral cavities probed. They parted, looking extremely embarrassed and they immediately wiped the dribbles from their mouths. "You sure this don't make you queer?" said Robin in between touching his lips to make sure Richard hadn't totally devoured them. "I don't fuckin' care," replied Richard with considerable honesty, "I told you wot happens when I get's hard on and now me pants is soaking wet!" With that Richard started to giggle and ripped his the dressing gown open to expose the matching ribbed vest and briefs. Translucent from the copious amounts of precum he had been so vigorously depositing they stuck to his very plump midriff. The dripping end of his oversize foreskin dangling lewdly from the end of his stumpy erection which poked from the distended leg opening of his briefs. "Oh fuck!" exclaimed Robin, his heart missing a beat. "You as well!" "Wot d'you fuckin' expect! Besides I'd been wanking for nearly twenty minutes, when you'd arrived I was just about to cum!" "Oh shit, I'm sorry." Robin's hands twitched, he looked Richard in the face. "Truth is... oh, sod the bloody tent! I come round hoping to catch you in bed and that we'd do something... never thought it would be like this though." "For fuck's sake stop saying sorry, `cause we're doing something now ain't we and, and I'm fuckin' loving it!" Richard started pulling the dressing gown off his shoulders. "I'd guessed you was after something when I saw the state of yer jeans, you don't get like that thinking about fuckin' tents do you!" Smiling Robin stood up and started fumbling with the button on his tenting jeans. "Just wank me off, I nearly cum just now in me pants, it won't take much." "Neither will I." Richard opened his legs. "Just stand in here between me legs with yer back to me and get yer fuckin' hands back round me cock, I'll soon sort you out!" Richard's precum production was most definitely in full swing as Robin soon found out when he reached behind to put a hand inside the wet Y-fronts to pull the slippery organ out. "Fuckin hell, you've made enough precum for the whole fuckin' class!" having only barely touched Richard's foreskin it deposited a huge dollop of precum over his fingers. "If I was to wank ten times I couldn't make as much as this altogether!" "I know that Nige makes a gert lot, but I don't reckon even he can't make as much me. As soon as I get a hard on it just bloody starts and it never bloody stops." said Richard. "It ain't all fun `cause me pants is always wet and me mum, well she don't say nothing but just looks. It's so fuckin' awful, `cause every fuckin day me pyjamas and pants is soaked." "Well, I wouldn't care `cause I'd love to make loads of spunk and have a gert foreskin like this to play with!" "And, I'd love a cock the size of yours," Richard flushed, "it's sorta like average and it's twice wot I got innit, even if it don't make much cum and all that." "But, fuckin' hell Rich, yer foreskin is so fuckin' huge, it's big enough for two cocks!" "Two cocks? Wot?" repeated Richard. He began to stand up. "Let go a sec, just turn round and face me." "Wot? Be quick or I'm gonna cum!" Robin stood there facing him, his wet C&A briefs around his knees with a large drip of clear fluid crowning the slit of his erection. "Yer," said Richard reaching between his legs and pulling on the end of his capacious foreskin, "get her cock in here quick and we'll cum together. "Bleeding hell, brilliant!" It only took a second for Robin to understand what Richard wanted and he moved to face him. As Richard manipulated the bell end, Robin pushed his organ down inside the hot slippery tube until the heads met enabling Robin was able to wrap a hand around to prevent their organs sliding apart. Having sealed the joint sealed between his shaft and Richard's foreskin with his hand, Robin began to masturbate. Understandably it took only moments before he began to ejaculate and force his modest amount of spunk over Richard's stumpy organ. For Richard having his arms free, the obvious thing was to wrap them around Robin once more and pull him into another embrace and immediately begin to again savour the delights of each other's tongue. Richard was quickly brought to a tumultuous climax to produce an utterly incredible quantity of spunk which fairly gushed from the end of his foreskin and past Robin's hand to cascade down over their clothes. "He ain't yer is her?" Robbie stopped his bike and propped himself up on the kerb under the shade of one of many a large poplar trees which punctuated the pavement. "We've ridden up and down yer twice now and we ain't seen no gert blue Rover." "Bugger." replied Barry pulling in beside him. "I was sure he'd be yer somewhere." "Well I don't think he's hiding `cause it ain't exactly the longest road is it? Ain't as though we've missed looking nowhere is it?" "Nah. Wot a pity, I know he'd have wanted to do something with us." Barry pulled a face. "Better go back home then I `spose." "Well I can hear a car coming round the corner so unless you gets out the way yer gonna be run over, then you'll never find him then!" "Oh shit! This roads ain't wide enough." Barry quickly pedalled in front of Robbie, the noise of car growing louder as it rounded the corner and then swept quickly by. "Cor!" exclaimed Robbie. "Did you see that? That's the blue Rover." "Where's it going?" Barry watched as it appeared to start to slow and indicate to turn left behind a high hedge into a driveway. "Look it's pulling in.. quick come on and bloody follow it!" Robbie literally stood on the pedals and took off in the direction of the car as fast as he could. Being barely a hundred yards or so up the road it only took seconds to reach the entrance, screeching to a halt in the road outside they peered like two trainee burglars into the driveway to see both front doors of the Rover opening. Obviously very excited at noticing the two boys in the road as the car had passed, Charles leapt out and looked at the boys standing by the gatepost. "Bleeding hell! Does he really live here?" whispered Barry, who having now seen the house realised it was indeed of the more palatial, detached, mock-tudor stockbroker thirties style that neither he or any of his friends would ever think of, let alone aspire to. "Barry, it's bit fuckin' posh for us innit!" Robbie was quite overawed. "I ain't never been nowhere like this before!" "D'you think we oughta just fuck off home quick?" For once the usually effervescent Barry felt completely out of his comfort zone and looked at the blonde woman getting out the car and then back towards Robbie. "Is that his mum. Oh fuck, now she's seen us!" "It'll be alright, just don't fuckin' swear in front of her!" Robbie grinned. "Hey, yer right about his glasses!" "Barry, what are you doing here?" smiling broadly, his eyes enormous through the lenses, Charles fairly bounded over quite obviously delighted to have visitors. "Who's this?" "It's, it's Robbie innit." Barry tried to compose himself. Charles he could cope with, but the thought of talking to the coiffured lady of the imposing house left him cold. "He's, it's Robbie, he's Brian's little bother, see." "Hello." Robbie smiled and took note of Charles' thin white legs and the hand in the pocket of the pale green shorts. Barry was quite right, he obviously couldn't leave it alone. "Are you a first year with Barry then?" asked Charles subconsciously equating himself with the size of the younger boys. "Nah, I ain't at the grammar yet." replied Robbie unhappily. "If me birthday had been a couple of weeks earlier I would be, so I've had to wait a bleeding year, it ain't fair." "Oh, I think I see." Charles' hand moved in his shorts. "So, uumm, why are you around here today?" "We was on our way back and we stopped for a rest," Barry winked at Robbie, "then we just saw you in yer car as you went by, real dead lucky wunnit?" "Yeah." agreed Robbie. "Dead lucky." "Well now you're here," Charles looked at them expectantly, "are you going to stay for while?" "I `spose we could for a bit, couldn't us?" Barry was watching Charles' mother from the corner of his eye as she walked over. "Yeah." added Robbie, who now sat astride the crossbar had a hand in the pocket of his shorts and looking at Charles. "Well darling, are you going to introduce me to your friends?" beaming, the coiffured hair had arrived. "Mum, this Barry," replied Charles nodding towards him, "and this is Robbie." "Hello." Barry smiled and nodded trying to look as demure as he could. What had suddenly made him realise there was class divide he wasn't aware of, but was aware that his tired jeans and equally tired plimsoles couldn't compete with the way Charles' had been turned out. "Hello, nice house innit!" chirped Robbie, ignorant that while his socks would have holes in them, Charles' certainly wouldn't. "Nice to meet you." she said smiling down at the boys, turning to Charles she added. "This is first time you've had anyone here from the grammar school isn't it darling?" "Yes." Charles wasn't too sure about being called darling in public having noticed Robbie's sly grin. "I don't think you ever brought any of your friends home from your previous school did you?" she continued amiably while adjusting her gold necklace. Somehow, in Barry's estimation she seemed only too keen to leave Charles with his new found street urchin chums. "That's because I didn't have any did I!" replied Charles rather firmly and drawing Barry's attention. Charles' comment hit the target with a resounding bang. Barry was now looking at Robbie in surprise, who in turn raised his eyebrows, neither said anything. Maybe there was more to Charles than met the eye. "Charles, you mustn't say that." she replied after a pause. "Why not it's true. I hated that school, I didn't want to go there!" Charles hesitated and them looked at Barry and Robbie, "I've made some nice friends at the grammar." "Uumm... yeah.. good innit?" Barry felt as though he were in the middle of a war zone and rightly guessed that the school argument had obviously been raging for some time. "Yes, honestly Charles I think it's very good and really nice to meet some of them," she smiled and smoothed the front of her blue dress, "now if they're going to stay a while why don't you take them down to the summerhouse and I'll bring some lemonade and biscuits for you all." "Cor thanks." said Robbie enthusiastically looking up and smiling which inadvertently forced another smile in return. "Yeah, please Mrs.. uumm.." mumbled Barry having realised he didn't know Charles' surname. "Shall us leave out bikes yer then by the fence?" asked Robbie. "Yes, that's where I leave mine sometimes." said Charles. "Oh yes, they'll be absolutely fine there, I'll go and get that lemonade for you." The tone of her voice softened. Whatever she may have thought of the appearance of Barry and Robbie one thing was very evident, even though Charles had only been at the school for such a short time he had never been so happy before. "Thanks mummy." Charles watched as his mother went into the house. "She's alright, but we had rows over the last school because I didn't want to go there." "Well yer here with us now Gog's, so come on and take us to this shed thing or wotever it's called." "It's this way, follow me." Which they did. Robbie following Charles and taking an interest his shorts as they tightened over his buttocks and Barry behind Robbie taking an equal interest the patch of white cotton which showed through the small tear in the seat of his faded blue shorts. Charles led them down the side of the house, past the double garage and into the large, manicured rear garden where about halfway down, standing to one side of the lawn was a truly English peculiarity, a rustic timber summer house. Six sided, about eight feet in diameter with round timber uprights running up to support the shingle roof on every joint. Timber infill panels about three feet high ran around the base which had allowed a bench seat to be built inside, the openings between the panels and roof all being left open. "Cor!" exclaimed Robbie looking in wonder. "Yer dad must have some money to have a gert house and garden thing like this!" "Shut up!" Barry glanced at Charles before poking Robbie. "You can't say that, it's rude innit?" "Sorry!" Robbie looked at Charles. "I didn't mean nothing." "Don't be silly. I don't care and it doesn't matter does it, because it's true." replied Charles with a thoughtful look. "We can't help who our parents are can we?" "I `spose not." said Barry having never thought of anything so deep before. "Oh I see, you means me like me mum could have been the queen or something!" "Exactly." Charles smiled, his eyes seemingly getting larger behind their lenses. "And I could have been Errol Flynn." "Who the bleeding hell's that then?" asked Robbie pulling a face. "Wotta name!" "He was a gert movie star, they was all on about the other week at school," said Barry, "they say he'd got a fuckin' gert willy that was a foot long!" "That's right." agreed Charles, the conversation was heading in the right direction. "You'd need some gert strong pants to keep that in then!" Barry started to giggle. "Cor, can't imagine doing games, it would escape out yer shorts and fall on the fuckin' floor!" "You could push it back in for me." Charles' hand was doing it's best to keep the rhythm under control. "Yeah!" Barry grinned. "It don't have to be a foot long Gog's, I'd push it back in for you anyway!" Barry looked at Charles. It seemed as though they were going to be in luck. Charles didn't reply, he just grinned. "How do we get in here Gog's?" asked Robbie walking in front who had taken more of an interest in the summerhouse than the banter. Hoping to move on from the perplexing question of theoretical parenthood and Errol Flynn's amazing appendage, he wanted to bring the conversation back to why they were there and get inside Charles' shorts. "There's an entrance around the back..." "Wot like a bumhole!" interrupted Robbie before Charles could finish. "Well, that's where my bumhole is!" Charles blushed, but he'd now said it and hoped the conversation would continue. "And mine." confirmed Barry, his hand in his jeans looking for the hole in the pocket. "It's even gotta floor," said Robbie now standing inside and looking round, "cor, and a seat thing all the way round. Proper bleedin' Wendy house innit?" "See, when you're in here," Charles walked over to the far side and looked up the garden to the rear of the house, "either standing up or sitting down nobody can see what you are doing, because it's hidden by the bottom panels." "Let's have a butchers," Robbie missed the point and instead peered over towards the house, "Oh yeah, they can only see yer head and that." Barry though, immediately took the hint and moved behind Robbie to quickly whisper. "Ask me now, like wot we agreed." With that, the innuendo of what he had missed suddenly became clear. Robbie nodded and glanced over to see Charles, who with one hand in his pocket was still looking up towards the house. "So," Robbie replied slowly, "so you could be in here doing things and nobody could see wot you were doing?" The secret was out. Charles nodded, eyes enlarged behind the glasses as he pointedly looked at what appeared to be happening inside Robbie's shorts. "Yes." "Gog's wot! You don't mean having a wank and that, do you?" asked Barry in mock surprise, already thinking how exciting it could be when in sight of the main house. "Do, do you... want.." Charles blushed and stuttered to a halt. "We could do our usual game then?" Robbie looked at Barry who in turn grinned and nodded. "Usual game? What's that?" Charles' heart was beating faster, he turned quickly to look at Barry who now had two fingers through the hole in his jeans pocket. "Me and him, we does it all the time." Robbie blatantly pushed a hand down the front of his elasticated shorts into his pee stained Woollies briefs. "It's dead easy, I gotta guess wot colour pants Barry's got on." "And, and if you get it right?" asked Charles swinging excitedly back to see Robbie's hand still inside the shorts. "I pulls his trousers down and does wot I wants!" "And, and.. if you get it wrong?" Charles eyes were beginning to converge, he rammed his other hand deep into his other pocket. "Well, he gets me shorts down and he does wot he wants!" "Bleeding hell, Robbie get yer hand off yer willy quick," Barry who had been keeping a watchful eye out for Charles' mother poked him, " `cause we can't doing nothing till Gog's mum's been and she's on her way with that lemonade and stuff." ################################################################# Chap 1300 to follow - well it feels like it!