Date: Wed, 26 Feb 2014 10:46:46 +0000
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Chapter 138 Brief Encounters

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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>>>>>>>>>>> Now at the risk of inflating the size of my head, I have to say
I really like this chapter - your thoughts readers would be welcome.

>>>>>>>>>>> Also, I want to take this opportunity to mention that on a
totally different subject, in respect of another story which some of you
may have been reading, "The Lab Tech" I have to say due to recurrent
illness I have been unable to progress any further at the moment, but hope
to get it going again very shortly.

Meantime enjoy BE.

Tom

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Chapter 138 – Uncle Stan's scrumptious scrumpy

Aroused as never before by handling Robin's lithe body, Richard found
himself unwittingly torn between his own insatiable desires and being
submissive in order to please Robin.

Not content with exploring the inside of Robin's anal tract he had upped
the game once more. With Robin's head buried in Richard's briefs and
lapping up the ever increasing cascade of precum that stemmed from the
stumpy erection, Richard's other hand had freed Robin's slimy erection from
the side of the briefs and was pulling it towards him. To Robin's amazement
there was now a new sensation as Richard took it in his mouth, managing
almost the entire length which he proceeded to greedily suck clean.

"Keep doing it!" Robin raised his face, wet with precum and saliva from
between Richard's legs. "I might cum again!"

Richard didn't reply, instead he did his best to unsuccessfully force his
tongue down Robin's piss slit!

"Oh fuck! Can't we swop and I'll do it to you?" gasped Robin after a couple
of minutes. It felt as though everything below his waist was on fire, both
cock and bumhole now distinctly over sensitive to Richard's full on
assault.

"Wait!" replied Richard after allowing it to slip slowly from his
mouth. "Bloody wait!"

"Don't think I can now!" it seemed Robin didn't know what he wanted now!

"Don't move." Richard licked the succus from his lips. "Gotta idea."

"Oh fuck, wot now!" gasped Robin. "I can't take much more, me bums all
tingling!"

"Fuck yer bum," giggled Richard, "and shut up."

Robin heaved a sigh of relief as the finger which had been so forceably
massaging his prostate was slowly withdrawn. To be replaced by both of
Richard's hands which grasped his waist and began to tantalisingly tug his
briefs down to expose his crack.

"Wot you doing?"

Again Richard didn't reply, with the briefs partly removed the hands
returned to the exposed flesh of Robin's waist and he found himself being
pulled back towards. The briefs, sodden with Robin's earlier discharge were
crumpled in a gloriously smelly, sticky heap around Richard's neck. Raising
his head Richard pushed upwards, his tongue curled and sticking out ready
to make contact with Robin's unsuspecting sphincter. Already very relaxed
from the extensive finger massage it took very little effort on Richard's
part to force his tongue past the dilated sphincter muscle and allow him to
bury his head deep between Robin's buttocks.

Involuntarily forcing himself backwards into Richard's face Robin really
didn't know whether he was coming or going. The sensation of being rimmed
for the first time was utterly incredible and made all the more so since
Richard had only conceived the idea a few seconds before. In fact it was to
be a pivotal moment in his sexual evolution and confirmed Richard's inner
desire to be submissive, not that at that moment he fully realised it. It
was not to be just an average tongue washing, Richard was pulling with all
his strength to hold his head in position and was determined to get so
close as to actually get his tongue past the wrinkled entrance and savour
the taste of Robin.

For Richard it was an incredible experience. Stifled between Robin's
buttocks and barely able to breath, his senses overcome with the most
intimate smells and the unique taste of Robin. The taste, a heavenly mix of
teenage boy, sweat, the cum they had used to lubricate his hole and an
unknown, but a very special inner taste.

Robin was equally ecstatic and after a couple of minutes had began
masturbating again only to stop shortly after when he realised that Richard
had broken contact.

"It's no good," Richard gasped for air, "I can't hold me head up any
longer."

"It was fuckin' fantastic! Can we do it again?" whispered Robin excitedly.

"Fuckin' course we can," Richard grinned in the darkness, "but we need to
be better organised, it's killing me neck trying to do it here on this
bloody awful bed!"

"Would you, would you fuck me too?" suddenly blurted our Robin.

"Wot, me?" Richard was getting his breath back, "How, me cock ain't big
enough."

"It is, please." asked Robin, the was an urgent edge to his voice, "Please,
look, open yer legs and I'll sit between 'em on yer cock."

"Try I `spose. Well you pull me pants down then." secretly Richard was very
flattered that Robin wanted to try having always assumed he would be
relegated to being on the receiving end.

Robin immediately slid off the bed and knelt at Richard's feet to remove
the briefs, now fairly dripping with the saliva and precum mix.

"Right, open yer legs."

Richard obeyed and lay back on the bed, his legs splayed wide open, his
stomach and genitals totally coated with precum.

"Oh god, you smell so good." Robin bent over and drew in the smell.

"We're meant to be fuckin' each other not sniffing each other!" said
Richard giggling. "Ok, now then you gotta pull me foreskin back, then turn
round and I finger yer bum so you can get on."

"Don't think we'll need any lube!" Robin was now giggling as well. His
hands were shaking as he gathered up Richard's enormous foreskin and
threaded it back over the stumpy erection to leave the slippery head
exposed.

"Bend over in front of me," said Richard, his fingers already laced with a
plentiful dollop of his own precum, "here we go!"

With Richard's precum dripping over the bed, Robin lowered himself onto
Richard's erection.

"Nearly, left a bit..." said Richard excitedly, "down, down, you've cum I
ain't! I've worked yer hole so much it ain't gonna hurt!"

"Oh shit, I can feel it!"

"Yeah that feels about right... now fuckin' push down on it!"

"Oh fuck!" murmured Robin. "I think it's in!"

"It is!" grunted Richard. "Just keep pushing down so it don't slip out, I'm
gonna hump you! It won't take long."

For Robin it was the most strange, but delicious experience and quite
unlike being finger fucked. Quite obviously very slippery with precum it
filled his hole, yet was at the same time firm, soft and squishy generating
a most wonderful feeling of being at one with Richard who rammed it in as
far as it would go, only to withdraw it almost to the point where it
slipped out and then back in again.

Stuck together by the excess of precum, Robin again grabbed at his erection
and started to masturbate rhythmically in unison with Richard.

"Cum with me, now, now!" said Richard excitedly. "Quick!
I'mmm... I'mmmmm... gonna... cuummmm..."

"I'm fuckin' trying!" replied Robin, frantically flaying his sore cock,
"Oh.. Oh fuck! I am... I ..am... again..."

The two boys seemed to take on a new lease of life with Robin very
energetically forcing himself down onto Richard. Then without warning
Richard pushed himself off the bed and hard into Robin, grabbing him so his
cock couldn't slip out and groaning as a prelude to ejaculation.

Taken by surprise, his mind reeling having already experienced so many
different sexual acts that evening, Robin found himself willingly
submitting to an anal infusion of semen such as he had never dreamt
possible. Richard, renowned for his giant ejaculations did not disappoint
and pounded into Robin for a full two minutes before suddenly collapsing
backwards onto the bed and allowing Robin to slide, equally exhausted to
the floor.

It took Robin more than few seconds before he came to and realised he was
lying on the groundsheet in the puddle of rainwater from the leaking
tent. Having first established from the sound of Richard's breathing that
he was either asleep or comatose through sexual exertion Robin turned his
attention to finding the torch.

"Bleeding hell! Where's the fuckin' torch!"

Muttering to himself on feeling the cold water around him he sat up and
looked around in the darkness. His conclusion being was he'd be a lot more
comfortable if pulling his briefs back up instead of having them around his
ankles like a hobble which would at least allow him to move. On reaching
down to pull them up the gravity of the situation became clear, from his
waist down he was coated in Richard's discharge. It didn't end there, since
on feeling his bottom he discovered to his horror that even more was oozing
from it whenever he moved, quickly pulling the briefs up he tried to
contain the seepage.

"Fuckin' hell! Where's that fuckin' torch!"

The torch was a priority to see first, how much of a mess he was in and
then to enable him to find something else to wear since he couldn't
possibly share the only bed in the revolting state he was in. It had been
an evening like no other, tiredness and lack of patience were beginning to
take their toll as he groped around in the darkness.

Finally tripping over the punctured airbed he fell headlong on top of
Richard who barely stirred from his sexual coma. However, whilst Richard
may not have stirred his tent certainly did as the leaning tent pole was
easily dislodged allowing the ridge pole to gracefully descend being only
now supported at one end.

Robin was quite past any rational thought and thinking to himself the
situation appeared to be totally unreal, if not surreal. He just couldn't
cope with any more, particularly thoughts of what might be found and said
the following morning. Pulling the semen stained blanket around them both,
he cuddled up beside Richard to immediately fell into a deep sleep with one
hand grasping his ever present erection.



Andy, having swopped underpants was lying under the blanket next to James
who, giggling inanely was pushing his fingers through the diamond pattern
of the string briefs in a concerted effort to get to Andy's erection.

"You'd better not rip 'em `cause they're your bloody pants!" whispered
Andy. "Now, we gonna try and do it then?"

"Wot?" James stopped play. "D'you mean.. we.. oh.. I uumm. I `spose.."

"Yeah, do it," interrupted Andy, "well we said we'd try didn't we?"

"It ain't queer though is it?" James swallowed, "I mean it's uumm.. you
know.."

"Shall we try with or without our pants on?" replied Andy, ignoring James'
fears.

"We could pull 'em down a bit I `spose." James didn't sound entirely
convinced. Having a mutual wank was one thing, but this was to him a very
big step. "Sure we ain't going queer or nothing?"

"Well you daft sod there's only the two of us here, so who's gonna fuckin'
know anyway?" Andy giggled. "Come on, when else we gonna get the chance?"

"I `spose."

"Fuckin' come on, you knows you been wanting to try it as much as I have,
we're mates ain't we?" Andy put an arm around him and hugged him. "You pull
me pants down and then I'll pull yours down."

"But," James paused as Andy's hands grabbed at the waistband and quickly
pulled the briefs down, the elastic waistband twanging over his erection,
"but, who's going first?"

"We'll toss for it!" Andy dissolved into laughter. "Come on pull me briefs
down then."

"You got a clean bum?"

"Clean as your's I `spect!" more giggling from Andy. "Oh sod it, I don't
care who goes first, you try and get yer cock up me first then!"

"How? Is there some trick to it or something." James was genuinely
unsure. "I mean I can only get a finger up me bum and me cocks a lot bigger
than me finger innit?"

"Well I fuckin' dunno, it's your cock innit! Ain't you meant to put a
finger up me bum first and wiggle it all about? I think yer bumholes meant
to get bigger innit?"

"Wiggle it all about? Like dancing the fuckin' hokey cokey!" James started
to giggle. "Hey, I don't want no shit on me finger!"

"Bleeding hell, you puts yer finger up yer own bum don't you, bet it ain't
that clean is it?" Andy was now starting giggle. "Look, just fuckin' lick
yer finger, stick it up and poke it about a bit."

"Well.."

"Fuck you! I'll fuckin' finger me own bum then, at least make sure yer
cocks hard then!"

Both now giggling, Andy put a finger in his mouth and then pushed his hand
between his legs to slide it up inside whilst James, toyed with his
erection, foreskin and a very modest amount of precum.

"Hurry up, I'm all fuckin' hard now."

"Right stop fucking giggling. Listen, now I got two fingers in, so when I
pulls 'em out and lie on me side you can stuff yer willy in." Andy was
still having difficulty in being serious. "Right? Count of three then,
ready... one... two... three... poke it in!"

With much giggling, groping and James forcing his cock against Andy's
sphincter and pushing for all he was worth, insertion there was not.

"It won't go in, yer bums too small!" said James in exasperation. "I nearly
bent me cock fuckin' double, yer fuckin' bum won't let me in!"

"Well, how do we fuckin' do it then?" Andy sounded quite
disappointed. "D'you really think the hole ain't big enough?"

"Well if yours ain't big enough, then mine ain't either!"

"Well, fuck me!"

"That's wot I been trying to do!" both were now laughing.

It seemed a simple enough problem, but being as naive as they were it
didn't occur to them that some form of lubricant and vigorous anal massage
would be of enormous help.

"I dunno, shall we just have a hug and wank each other off in our pants?"
suggested James sounding rather relieved.

"Yeah why not, you pull mine up and I'll pull yours up."

"I think you likes me string briefs."

"Sort of."

"Try not to stretch 'em too much."

"Right OK. Now tomorrow night then, we'll try again." said Andy. "I reckon
we gotta ask Art, `cause he'll know wot we gotta do. OK, we'll ask him
then?"

"But, then he'll know we been trying won't he?" replied James, cautious as
ever.

"Don't be a cunt! Does it matter?" Andy reached over and pulled him
close. "He's the one who got us going in the first place and if we can't
ask him then who can we ask to tell us wot we're doing wrong?"

"Yeah, yer right. Sorry, I ain't thinking and we have gotta find out."
James snuggled closer. "Anything's gotta be better than bending me cock in
half when it won't go in the sodding hole ain't it?"



Eleven o'clock and the rain was still hammering down, although the noise on
the tent had long be dulled by the soporific qualities of uncle Stan's
incredibly potent cider.

"Fuckin' good innit?"

Steve was barely able to sit upright, sounding distinctly garrulous he
rolled two empty flagons around with his foot.

"Shall us have another fag then?" asked Edward. Constantly belching, the
lethal mix of sausages, beefburgers, baked beans and cider had solidified
somewhat and were beginning to look for a way out of his system. "That
fuckin' ciders good innit?"

"Oh fuck no, not another fag! Can't we get some fuckin' fresh air in here
instead?" muttered Dan, having drunk the best part of half a flagon and
been cajoled into smoking for the first time in his life. "I don't want no
more fags, they makes me feel sick!"

The tent was already thick with smoke and Dan was feeling more than just a
little queasy. As Edward had predicted, his head had certainly whizzed
round with the first of two Capstan cigarettes, so by the time had partaken
of more cider and smoked the second he thought it was being unscrewed from
his body!

"Now then Steve," said John slowly, trying to concentrate whilst propped up
against Edward, "Wot was that other fuckin' surprise you's brought then?"

"Almost forgot!" Steve tried to sit up and reach into his coat, failed and
slumped right over, pulling his shirt from his jeans to reveal the
unmistakable sight of the blue striped waistband.

"Is you pissed?" asked John. It was the pot calling the kettle black.

"Nah... I can drink loads more.." Steve belched twice and with a very
glazed look openly squeezed his cock through his jeans. "I might need a
piss."

Edward looking more than ever like a beached whale, rolled over onto his
side leaving John barely staying vertical. Lifting his leg into the air he
let rip with the most fruity postern blast. "Fuck, that's better!"

"You dirty cunt!" John slapped his ample bottom, "You trying to fuckin' gas
us!"

Edward hysterical with laughter and beyond any reasoning now started to
roll around, eventually falling off the edge of the wobbly airbed and
doubling up on the floor farting continuously as he went.

"He's fuckin' shitting himself!" exclaimed Dan through the fog of cigarette
smoke.

"Hey.. look," said Steve giggling and pointing wildly, "he's got my pants
on!"

One thing was certain, Edward was wearing full cut Y-fronts which appeared
to be a couple of sizes too big and showing at least five inches above the
top of his trousers.

"Steve, wot? Do your's go up to yer fuckin' armpits as well then!" added
John, who without Edward to lean against was precariously swaying from the
perpendicular.

"Fuck off!" replied Edward in between laughing. "Don't take the piss out me
pants!"

"You gonna piss in yer pants, d'you say?" asked Dan sounding equally as
drunk and patently trying to make an illogical connection between any body
function and the globular Edward in the confused fog of sexual
innuendo. "Bet you fuckin' don't."

"Ed if you does it, I'll fuckin' do it as well!" volunteered Steve from
somewhere near ground level. " `cause I needs a bloody piss."

"Dunno.." Edward put a hand on the front of his trousers, "me knobs all
itchy!"

Edward's brain, courtesy of uncle Stan was now totally disconnected from
the real world and any physical movement his body might decide to take. He
confirmed that by pushing both hands down the front of his exposed briefs
and giving his sweaty genitalia a really good scratch.

Steve, equally drunk copied Edward and pushed a hand down his jeans. "See I
can do that."

"So you gonna piss yerself as well?" Dan seemed to have developed a thing
about pissing or was it an unspoken interest was being inadvertently aired.

"Hey, Steve," called out John, "so wot was the other fuckin' surprise you
brought then, you ain't fuckin' said yet?"

"Fuck! I don't feel well." interrupted Dan, now holding his rumbling
stomach whilst letting out an enormous belch.

"Dan yer alright, so don't be a fuckin' wimp," John shakily lifted the
remaining flagon of cider, "let's fuckin' finish this, hold yer fuckin'
cups out and we'll down it in one fuckin' go!"

"Fuck! No!" moaned Dan.

Edward, as noted by Steve now appeared to be unashamedly wanking deep
inside his capacious underpants. The sight of the activity stimulated
Steve's befuddled brain cells, sex was almost now on the agenda.

"Any of you seen a girls bits?" he asked sounding slurred as he pushed his
paper cup in John's direction. "Give us a drop, you can have another fag if
you wants."

"Wot, seen any bits of wot?" Dan looked puzzled. "You means the bits in me
cider?"

"Nah, have you?" John looked glazed, he nodded to Edward, "he ain't
neither."

"How d'you knows he ain't?"

"Well, `cause he told me when I asked him," John burped, "all he does wank,
he told me that as well."

"D'you wank together then?" drunk as he was it was only the cider that gave
Steve the courage to ask the question.

"Not yet, but I keeps hoping." the unspoken truth was now out. As though to
underline it John started to manipulate matters through his pocket. "D'you
wank with Dan?"

"Nah," Steve just blushed and shook his head. "but, I'd like to see his
cock!"

"See who's cock? Is Ed wanking?" asked Dan having finally realised what
Edward appeared to be doing and assumed they were talking about Edward's
cock not his.

"Ed? Looks like it. Ain't you never noticed in class, he's always got his
bloody hand in his pocket." said John. "He does it under the desk all
fuckin' day!"

"I wanks a lot!" grinning inanely Edward's admission was fuelled by the
cider, he added with casual abandon, "I cum in English class the other
day!"

"Go on Ed, show us yer pants and yer willy!" asked Steve laughing. "You
really gonna piss in 'em or you gonna wank in 'em for us?"

"He'll do fuckin both I `spect! Let's fuckin' drink up first then." John's
very unsteady hand managed to spill the remaining cider in to paper cups
more or less evenly. "Ready.."

The word ready, was something of a misnomer since none of them could sit up
unaided let alone collectively produce even one logical thought.

"Ready... fuckin' one... fuckin' two...

"Fuckin' hell! I feels like shit!" Dan's complexion was now as white as
chalk.

"And you looks like fuckin' shit!" confirmed Steve, his hand now mimicking
Edwards inside his trousers and rubbing the head of his cock.

"Down the fuckin' hatch!" instructed John, instantly draining his cup and
throwing it over his head. "Now give us another fag mate."

"Yer..." Steve threw his empty cup away and with a very unsteady hand
offered the remaining cigarettes around.

"Fuck off! No more fags. Ever!" moaned Dan, inadvertently belching three
times in quick succession and dropping his cup on the ground, the contents
spilling over his foot. "I'm gonna be sick! I fuckin' dying!"

"Well I don't fuckin' care, `cause I'm gonna have a wank!" replied Edward
with a lopsided grin. "Give us a fag."

"You gotta still piss yerself first for us, you fuckin' said you would."
John grabbed the acreage of ribbed white cotton that protruded from the
back of Edward's trousers and twanged the elastic.

"Really want me to then?"

"Yeah." despite the alcohol Steve had managed to develop an erection,
"Yeah, piss yer pants and then have a gert wank!"

Edwards eyes swivelled around and around, like other parts of his ample
anatomy they were operating quite independently from his few remaining
operational brain cells.

"Let's get 'em fuckin' off!"

Without waiting for Edward to reply John leaned over, almost falling on top
of him and began to fumble with his trousers. Steve slowly crawled over to
help and between them managed amid much laughter and cigarette ash to pull
Edwards trousers right off over his shoes leaving him with his hands still
down the front of the incredibly large Y-fronts.

"Fuck! We could all get inside them!" exclaimed John leaning on Edwards
shoulder.

With the tent now filled with fresh tobacco smoke and Dan's colour had
changed from white to a delightful shade of Regency green. "I'm fuckin'
dying..."

"Hurry up and die then, `cause we's gonna have a piss and a wank!" said
Steve.

"Ed, get yer hands out yer pants, stop wanking and first get pissing!"
mumbled John.

"Wait, he's doing it with me." Edward pointed his smouldering cigarette
uncertainly in Steve's direction, "you get his jeans off while I finishes
me fag."

John now seemed to be quite taken with undressing his friends and unable to
stand crawled to Steve's side to wrestle with his jeans and leave him like
Edward in a pair of tenting and heavily pee stained Y-fronts.

"Looks like he's pissed in 'em already!" Dan watched with interest, his
arms firmly clamped around his churning stomach under the total
misapprehension that as long as he didn't move he wouldn't vomit. "Show us
yer willy Steve, I ain't never seen it."

The incredible alcoholic properties of uncle Stan's scrumptious scrumpy had
infiltrated the reaches of Steve's mind that he had never dared think about
or even knew existed. Along with the others he was hopelessly drunk without
any comprehension of how he either looked nor what his body, currently
detached from his brain was doing.

"Me willy?"

Looking very glazed he obliged by pulling his briefs down to his knees
allowing a circumcised scrawny four and a half inches to twang into view,
surmounted by a scattering of pale pubic hairs. It was hardly the weapon of
choice for someone who purported to become a great womaniser!

"Yer fuckin' hard." said Dan very observantly considering his alcoholic
consumption.

"Ain't you?" replied Steve trying to focus on Dan's the front of jeans.

"Sort of I `spose." it was a confession which Dan would normally never have
dreamed of making.

"Go on Steve piss yerself then!" said John encouragingly. "Or you gonna
wank first?"

"Hang on, we'll piss together first, then wank." said Edward struggling to
haul himself over by Steve.

"Piss first, wank later!" said John squeezing his cock through his jeans.

Drunk or not, Dan had discovered a fascinating new interest,
urolagnia. Leaning forward as much he dared, hopefully without either
falling over or vomiting he wanted to catch sight of Edward's cock, it
being basically much as Steve's, but slighter thicker.

"Go on Steve, piss yerself then!"

Giggling and awash with uncle Stan's lethal scrumpy, Steve needed no
further encouragement. Holding his erection he arched his back and allowed
a jet of yellow liquid to suddenly rise in the air and fall back over
himself. Laughing, he directed the flow so everybody and everything in
range soon were splashed, including the blankets of Edward's bed.

"Pissssinnggg... nowwww..." grunted Edward, his white Y-fronts
metamorphosing to a deep golden yellow colour before their bleary eyes.

"He ain't got it out.. he is wetting his pants.. I'm gonna fuckin' do
that!" cried John who attempted to stand up only to immediately fall down
onto the wet groundsheet next to Steve.

"Get his fuckin' trousers off!" said Edward, incapable of walking he tried
to roll in John's direction which took him together with his once white
Y-fronts right through the puddle of yellow urine that was rapidly
collecting on the floor.

"Oh fuckin' hell!" Steve was giggling pointing in John's direction. "He's
wet his bloody jeans!"

Laughing John appeared to be very proud of his achievement. The front was
now a much darker colour and rivulets of urine were definitely seeping
through the bulging fabric and dripping on the floor.

"Fuck!"

Steve just couldn't stop himself reaching over and pressing down with the
palm of his hand on what was obviously John's erection. Joined by Edward a
minute later, between them they started to pull John's clothes off. First
the sopping wet jeans to reveal some very baggy looking Wolsey briefs and
to their surprise, sticking out from the tired elastic a very healthy,
thick five inches of uncut cock still spurting pee .

"Fuck, that's bigger than mine!" slurred Edward mesmerised by the bulbous
head.

"Wot about Dan's then? We gotta fuckin' see that." Steve, sounded very
slurred the last cup of cider adding to his already high alcohol
level. "Get 'em off Dan or we'll fuckin' do it!"

"Fuck off! You ain't seeing me cock." replied Dan, afraid to move lest his
volatile stomach decide to empty itself.

Edward seemed to have found his vocation in life was now masturbating not
only himself, but John, who simply lay there ginning in a pool of his own
urine as Edward splashed around and pulled very roughly on his cock.

"Well I'll fuckin' do it then!" exclaimed Steve on seeing he was not only
the nearest to Dan, but had nobody to masturbate except himself.

"Fuck off, I'm dying!" groaned Dan, the levels of nicotine and alcohol in
his blood stream having already reached saturation point. "You dirty cunt,
you ain't seeing me cock!"

"I've always wanted to see yer willy!" admitted Steve who didn't so much
launch himself, as lurch towards Dan who now it seemed was sat in a puddle
of piss.

"Fuck off! You're fuckin' queer!" Dan almost laughed, instead he had to
grab his stomach as further violent cramps set in.

"Fuckin' hell Dan, I've always wanted to see yer cock."

Steve, his briefs still around his ankles finally made it to Dan's legs and
started grabbing at his trousers. It soon became apparent that the reason
Dan was sat in puddle of piss was that it was his, like the others all
bodily actions were now separate from the brain.

"He's fuckin' wet himself!"

Laughing hysterically Steve pulled with all his might and with ripping
noise suddenly found himself holding Dan's jeans, leaving Dan with a wet
pair of St Michael briefs around his ankles.

"He's got skidmarks!" shouted Edward pointing with a shaking finger.

"Fuck off!" moaned Dan, lying on the wet floor his briefs rather
embarrassingly displaying the full panoply of adolescent boy stains.

"Wot's them yellow stains..." added Steve before collapsing in laughter.

"Wank stains!" replied Edward. "I gets those!"

"Fuck off! Fuck off!" Dan clutched his stomach and started retching again,
"I'm... I'm...fucked.. I'm fuckin' dying.."

"No you fuckin' ain't!"

"I fuckin' is!" he twitched and belched loudly. "Fuckin' help me.."

Steve wasn't that concerned about Dan's apparent death throes. The alcohol
had removed all his inhibitions, lying by Dan with one hand on his own cock
and other, which Dan didn't seem to be aware of was rubbing the length of
Dan's spindly, if somewhat hairless and slightly bent erection.

Then to everybody's surprise, just as Lazarus may have well arisen from the
dead, so did Dan. Suddenly sitting bolt upright he said nothing, merely
clutching at his stomach he simply opened his mouth, retched and then
positively pepple-dashed the inside of the tent with vomit before crashing,
albeit splashing back into his puddle of urine in a comatose state.

The ubiquitous carrots and tomato skins, which he had never eaten, joined a
picturesque volley of partially digested baked beans, burgers and sausages
all delightfully held in suspension by nearly two pints of uncle Stan's
killer scrumpy. Since the boys were all well-nigh paralytic and lying
virtually naked on the urine soaked floor it was no surprise that they were
unable to doge the volley and were instantly covered in the sticky mixture.

The smell inside the tent immediately turned into a disgusting fetid mix of
urine, vomit, cider and cigarette smoke. It wasn't just the smell, but the
physical sensation of finding themselves coated in the warm contents of
Dan's stomach which very quickly began to impact upon them all. Whatever
they touched was either wet with cold urine or slimy with warm vomit,
ensuring the inevitable outcome to be the guaranteed result of excess by
nicotine and alcohol. Steve was the first to start to retch and seconds
later add his revolting contribution to the interior decorations, John and
finally Edward ran a close second by vomiting and over each other where
they lay.

Mentally sapped by the prolonged excitement and physically debilitated by
the alcohol they were unable to move, their brains totally disengaged from
reality they simply collapsed were they lay, occasionally groaning and
retching until they fell into a deep alcoholic slumber.

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Chap 139 to follow