Date: Wed, 26 Mar 2014 12:32:19 +0000
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief encounters  Chapter 140

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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Chapter 140 – "We're being bloody watched ain't us!"


"Well thank you for your trouble Mr Hawkins. I'm really sorry this had to
happen."

Mrs Kirby looked at Mrs Wilson who was plainly very embarrassed that they
had had to be asked to remove John and Edward from the camp and take them
home.

"Look, honestly Mrs Kirby these things happen, it's not the first time and
it won't be the last. Short of searching the boys when they come here,
which just wouldn't be right we take them on trust. And, well let's be
honest boys will be boys, so for something like this to happen it isn't
unique."

Mr Hawkins smiled and tried to put as good a gloss on the matter as he
could seeing that they were both really quite mortified at their respective
sons behaviour.

"I can see that, but to get in a state like that." Mrs Kirby looked very
disapprovingly towards John and Edward still wrapped in their blankets
leaning against the blue Austin.

"I know, but being practical I'm not sure how we can keep him here seeing
that all his clothes are in desperate need of a good wash, the tent is
really uninhabitable and of course he is feeling pretty rough anyway."

"I don't care how rough he feels now, he'll feel rougher when he gets
home!" said Mrs Kirby giving him a second look that should by rights have
turned him to stone.

Mr Hawkins wisely said nothing, but could appreciate how awkward it must be
for the two mothers.

"Do you know how much they drank?" asked Mrs Wilson who then turned to give
Edward a truly withering look.

"Fuckin' hell" Edward whispered to John, "d'you see that look me mum gave
me, she's gonna fuckin' kill me when I gets home!"

"I feel fuckin' dead already!" groaned John. "Me fuckin' head hurts!"

"Why'd your mum have to bring her?"

"Who?"

"Me fuckin' mum, she don't look fuckin' happy does she?"

"Would you be? Oh fuck, I don't fuckin' care wot they says," John held his
head, "I just wanna fuckin' lie down and die!"

"Shall we get in the fuckin' car then? At least we can sit down."

"Yeah, both get in the back, but don't you go farting or you'll fuckin' gas
us all!"

"I can't help it if that bloody cider upset my guts can I?"

"Well fuckin' try not too!"

"Bollocks. Me fuckin' dad's gonna fuckin' murder me when he fuckin' finds
out."

"With this fuckin' headache," said John, "I'll be dead before my dad comes
home!"



"From what we can ascertain," said Mr Hawkins, "it looks like they both
planned it and it was John that somehow brought three flagons of cider
which they shared between four of them."

"Oh my god! Did John bring all that, his father will go nuts!" exclaimed
Mrs Kirby in shock. "And, and I know where he got it! He must have pinched
it from his uncle's farm, he makes gallons of the stuff and sells it."

"Whatever, but I think they've learnt the lesson the hard way and as I
said, short of searching them which would be pretty ruinous for trust
between teacher and pupil relations what can we do?"

"Of course you can't, we can understand that." said Mrs Wilson. "The
little..."

"Anyway we've managed to contain all their stuff in a couple of large
plastic bags. Believe me it needs a wash and must go in the boot." said Mr
Hawkins. "Now what about the tent?"

"Did you say you could get rid of it? It was pretty worn out and only given
to us for this trip really anyway."

"I'm sure the farmer can burn it for us." Mr Hawkins looked over to see the
blanket clad figures climbing into the back of the car. "I'm sorry about
sending them home in the blankets but, they have nothing fit to wear
left. John's bag is covered in vomit and Edwards is soaking wet."

"So," Mrs Kirby looked towards the boys again, "so are they naked beneath
the blankets, are all their clothes really unwearable?"

"I'm afraid so, there really was nothing left to wear that hadn't been
touched."

"My husbands going to go mad when finds out what's happened." Mrs Wilson
raised he eyebrows and looked at Mrs Kirby. "He's never violent, but he
might shout a bit!"

"Well I'll listen out for your husband and you listen out for mine!" she
laughed. "Well if it's no more than some dirty washing they've learnt a
lesson and I suppose we're lucky really it wasn't worse."

"I think that's the way to look at it," Mr Hawkins smiled, "it's called
growing up."

"And, what about the other two boys then," asked Mrs Wilson, "are they
alright, are staying on?"

"For the moment, yes. Since it all happened in John's tent other than what
they were wearing they escaped lightly, well apart from the fact I've sent
them to bed as they are feeling pretty awful and very sorry for
themselves. I doubt they will be up to very much and should recover just in
time to go home!"

"Nothing much worse than being ill on a campsite in the rain." added Mrs
Kirby looking up at the darkening sky, "it happened to me once, I had a
dreadful time."

"Quite, that's rather what we thought!" Mr Hawkins smiled. "It should
complement their condition nicely!"



After much whispering concerning the format the underwear show was to take
the boys had gradually deserted Mr Woods' castle tour and taken off to
scour the ruins in search of a suitably safe place for the performance. It
wasn't easy finding somewhere that was not easily overlooked and they
finally decided that what was once a semi-underground storeroom near the
original kitchen was the best venue. It had two advantages, a partial
vaulted roof should it rain and a single approach that could be very easily
monitored, making it seem ideal.

The previous evening whilst in cuddled up in bed Andy and James had put
their fertile minds to work and devised some extra features to make the
event last longer and be far more exciting sexually.

"Right shut up and listen, this is wot we're gonna do." Andy waved his
hands in the air to get everybody's attention.

"And?" called out Martin. "Well get on with it."

"Piss off! First wot's gonna happen is everybody's gotta be wearing
somebody else pants and..."

"I don't want Art's `cause he's always got bloody skidmarks!" said Robin to
much laughter.

"Fuck off, I ain't this time!" exclaimed Art indignantly.

"Oh fuckin' shut up and listen." Andy tried to regain control, but it was a
losing battle. "I don't give fuck about skidmarks, so yer gonna just
fuckin' swop with whoever yer standing next to if you ain't swopped
already."

"Oh and you gotta undress each other, that's fucking important." added
James.

"Why?"

"So you can play with 'em when you undresses 'em, I mean being undressed is
part of the fun innit?"

"Yeah." Richard grinned and looked at Robin. "Dead right it is."

"Right. Now listen." said Andy. "We've thought up a few extra things so
this ain't just a case of who's got the best pants."

"Wot , like who's got the worst pants then?" asked Nigel laughing.

"Wot d'you mean?" Art looked up.

"Well you probably have!" said James laughing.

"Fuck off!"

"Yeah, now shut up and listen," called out Andy, "so when yer standing in
yer undies we're gonna inspect you `cause we got some things to judge."

"Wot like a dog show?" said Ian.

"Yeah, woof, fuckin' woof! Now bloody shut up!" it was James turn to
outline the proceedings. "So yer gonna get judged on things like who's got
the most piss stains, precum spots, most skidmarks, baggiest pants,
tightest pants, how many cum stains and all that stuff!"

"Bleeding hell we'll be here for days!" said Art excitedly. "But wot a
luvly way to spend the day, better than history innit! Well let's fuckin'
get started then!"

"Do we swop back after then?"

"No, we keeps 'em on, never taking off 'em all the time we're here," Andy
giggled, "you can't swop back till after the day you've got back home."

"Wot!" exclaimed Martin. "They'll be fuckin' awful by then."

"So we don't take 'em off at all?" asked Harry. "Oh shit!"

"That's right, you just keep wearing 'em." replied James. "And, `cause me
and Andy have organised this, we get to stroke yer cocks as we check out
yer pants!"

"I knew that's why you wanted to do this, disgusting you is!" added
Richard.

"We knows them two is fuckin' disgusting." said Ian. "Thing is how you
gonna take 'em off, they'll be stuck on with cum after all that wanking
while we're here!"

"Oh shit, so they might all be covered in spunk and could have gert
skidmarks even before we wear `em!" said Robin in horror having only just
realised what was probably going to happen.

"Well you speak for yerself, if you're having gert skidmarks!" added
Richard to some laughter.

"That's right. I don't expect there's no might about it!" James
laughed. "Clever innit!"

"Oh fuck!" said Nigel. "Dunno about clever, embarrassing more like it!"

"Hang on a minute, so wot's the winner get then?" asked Charlie rather
nervously looking up.

Sharing the tent with Harry he had been talked into joining the group and
until now had been quiet. He was though certain about one thing, in that he
was very apprehensive at parading around in somebody else's underpants,
particularly Harry's heavily stained Aertex ones. The thought that quietly
masturbating with Harry in the tent was one thing, but to go public was
something he wasn't sure he could actually go through with.

"Good point, we'd thought about bit this didn't us?" James looked at
Andy. "And, we thought the winner can have everybody in turn wank so they
cums over him inside his pants!"

"And, and.." added Andy above the laughter, "of course he can't take `em
off till he gets home, can he."

"D'you see, that's his prize innit!" said James grinning. "He's gotta wear
'em!"

"But they won't be his will they?" said Ian. "If we're all swopping about
they could be anybody's... and they'd be a right fuckin' mess! Oh fuck,
they could be mine!"

"I hope they're mine!" said Art before dissolving into laughter.

"When we doing it?" asked Nigel. "You ain't said that yet."

"We thought after dinner break, like half past one or something `cause it
should still just about be dry and old Woody and that will still be pissing
about clearing up after the food won't they?" replied James.

"That's it then," said Ian grinning, "so no fuckin' sneaking off to yer
tent for a quick wank dinner time, just save yerself!"

"Wot a fuckin' cheeky cunt," said Art indignantly, "as though any of us
would fuckin' need a dinner time wank!"

"The very fuckin' idea of it!" added James. "Fuckin' hell Ian, thoughts of
wanking must go through your dirty little mind all the time!"



"Well wot we doing then?" asked David looking at Simon. "One of us is gonna
sit down and the other is gonna do wot?"

"Right, listen." said Simon. "The one who's sat down is gonna get his
partner to cum in his pants, he's gotta keep 'em on but he's allowed to
pull his shorts down but not right off."

"Sounds alright?" Joe looked at Alex who was already eagerly rubbing the
bulge in the front of his white shorts..

"How'd you think all this up then?" asked Tom. "D'you sit in bed at night
wanking away wondering wot you gonna make us do?"

"Something like that!" Simon grinned. "Now bloody shut up, I ain't
finished. When you've got yer partner to cum you gotta swop over and do
exactly the same to him as he did to you till he cums. Right?"

"If you say so." said Jimmy looking at Charles.

"So is there prize or something for the first pair to both cum then?" asked
David.

"No, not a prize but, when there's only one left to cum, that's when he'll
use his bottle again!" Simon laughed. "But I ain't telling you wot for
yet."

"Bollocks! That don't make no sense!" said Joe.

"Don't worry, now you got ten seconds to find yer partner and decide who's
going first and wot yer gonna do," Simon grabbed David's arm and looked at
his watch, "time starts now, then you gotta wait by a chair."

The ten seconds quickly passed with much whispering and giggling, the boys
pairing off towards the chairs to await Simon's next instruction.

"Now, `cause Bri's mum is gonna be back we gotta do this quick, so I reckon
we got ten minutes to do this bit. Tom, you can time us on yer watch,
right?"

"OK, tell me when to start then." said Tom.

"Let's hope it needs winding!" added Jimmy.

"Shut up." Simon was already starting laugh, he looked around, everybody it
seemed had a hand in their pocket already stroking an erection. "Ready on
the count of three... one... two... three... start!"

It was to be at this stage when the innermost desires of the boy who had
chosen to sit were to become evident and in all probability he would be the
dominant sexual partner of the two.

Quite unaware of what Simon would want the boys to do, Jimmy had been for
some time fixated with fellatio and had been practising regular bedtime
basis by sucking his thumb whilst masturbating in bed. So, wearing Brian's
rather large and pee stained St Michael briefs was for Jimmy then to be
presented with Charles a perfect opportunity to perfect his
technique. Holding Charles in front of the chair and allowing his erection
to poke from the side of Tom's equally ill fitting Y-fronts, Jimmy was
about to test the old maxim, that practice makes perfect. In one swift
action he took the entire length of Charles modest member into his mouth,
his tongue managing to roll the foreskin back allowing him to savour the
salty taste that was released.

"Fuck..." was all Charles could aspire to, his eyes not so much crossed as
dapping round like balls in a pinball machine.

On the adjacent chair Simon wearing David's blue BHS briefs also had his
partner, a very compliant Joe in front of him restrained between his legs
with his back towards him. Joe his shorts around his ankles was wearing the
blue Y-fronts belonging to Alex's which had immediately been thoroughly
infiltrated by Simon who had been planning the manoeuvre all morning. With
one hand around the front through the leg opening allowing him to freely
masturbate Joe, his other hand was pushed down the striped waistband at the
back. Simon, also noted for his interest in all things anal already had his
middle finger inside Joe who was wriggling in delight and was about to
follow it with a second digit. As Simon had discovered from his own
nightime anal forays, it was possible to ejaculate solely due to prostate
massage and he was determined to try to get to Joe to ejaculate in a
similar matter. Even if he didn't manage it, they both knew it would be fun
trying!

Next to Simon were Alex and David, who having drawn the short straw was
having to wear briefs that were a little too small for them. Whist David
was stitched into Jimmy's white Woolworths briefs whilst Alex had t he
string ones that belonged to Simon. However, they had quickly decided that
since David was sitting down he could pull his briefs down to allow his
erection to point skyward and Alex, also like Simon noted for a fascination
in things anal had managed to expose his buttocks whilst keeping his raging
erection within the pouch. In their excited state, to all intents and
purposes it simply looked to the other boys, as though Alex was simply sat
on David's lap who had a hand inside the blue briefs to energetically
masturbate him. The truth of course, was that Alex had sat on and had been
penetrated by David's erection, as the dribble of semen that was to leak
into the seat of Alex's underpants when he withdrew would soon confirm!

It was though Brian and Tom though that really surprised the others. As
Simon had earlier intimated, Brian had developed a slightly unusual
interest for somebody so young and had positioned Tom wearing Charles
rather tight St Michael briefs across his knee who being spanked. The tight
fit certainly added to Tom's enjoyment, just as Brian thoroughly enjoyed
being dressed in Joe's shapeless pee and cum stained Aertex briefs. The
spanking was all Brian's own invention and proceeded along the lines of a
couple of slaps across both buttocks to be alternated by a gentle, if very
probing massage.

Whilst Tom's bottom may have been slowly turning red it was worth it for
the massage that followed. Brian's hands were everywhere from buttocks to
rubbing between Tom's thighs to sliding a hand between his buttocks and
entering him with his thumb as he did so. The intensity was built up to the
point whereby Tom with red and stinging buttocks, felt Brian's thumb start
it's internal massage whilst his other hand suddenly pushed inside the
tight briefs. It didn't take more than few strokes before Brian expertly
brought Tom to a gasping climax allowing him to squirt several blobs of
semen inside and over Brian's hand.

"Bleeding hell," said Robbie pulling his hand down from the leg of Barry's
shorts, "look at me brother Brian, he's gotta real thing about spanking
ain't he?"

"That's wot he did to us with that wooden ruler wunnit?" said Barry his
hand down the front of his shorts.

"Yeah and d'you know I thought I've heard him hitting something in his
room." Robbie grinned. "I reckon he's been practising on something in
there."

"With wot then?" asked Barry, his hand obviously quite occupied deep in his
shorts, he pulled a face. "Me willy hurts!"

"Dunno, spanking a pillow or something?"

"Listen, me willy ain't very well!"

Robbie looked around to see that Simon had now swopped places with Joe and
that David and Alex were also shuffling around.

"D'you want me wank you or not then?"

"I think I've worn it out!" Barry giggled. "I was so excited I did it when
I woke up and we done it in yer room just before this lot."

"Won't it make no more stuff then?" Robbie looked at the hand within the
shorts. "Wot you reckon you've over wanked it?"

"Yeah, it feels all sore, have a look!" Barry pulled the front of his
shorts away from his stomach to allow Robbie to peer inside.

"Cor, the ends all red innit? How many times d'you do it yesterday?"

"Uumm... three in the day and twice at bedtime!"

"It's fuckin' worn out then innit?" replied Robbie beginning to very
energetically rub the front of his own shorts as he watched the other boys
all swopping positions. "I thinks yer wanking too much!"

"Can't stop can I, `cause I loves wanking?"

"Well you better bloody stop now or it might drop off!"

"D'you reckon?" Barry looked shocked at the thought of it. "Wot really?"

"Well I dunno do I?" Robbie grinned. "But now you could wank me off! That's
the only good thing about not making any cum, I don't have to wait to
refill me balls so I just keep rubbing till I gets that tingling!"

"How d'you want me to do it?"

"I fancy being over yer knee like wot Tom's doing to Bri now" Robbie looked
over to where Tom actively massaging Brian's bottom, "see they've swopped
over now."

"Hhhhmm... I'd like to try his string pants!" Barry grinned.

"Just don't hit me too hard, it's more the bum rub I want!"

Now giggling, Robbie had clambered on top of Barry's knee continuing to
watch the other eight boys who it seemed were proceeding rapidly down the
path to the suburban pre-teen equivalent of bacchanalia. Barry had now
started to giggle as well as he attempted to administer the spanking in
between leaving no stone unturned or to be precise, leaving no orifice
unplugged as the temptation of a digit in Robbie's bottom stared him in the
face.

"Don't forget to keep looking at yer watch." said Simon to Tom.

"I am, don't panic, there's only a minute left."

"Good, don't wanna get caught do us?"

"Right, times up." suddenly shouted Tom. "Hand's off cocks!"

It was an understatement to say the atmosphere inside the tent was heavy
with boy sex and time had appeared to pass all to quickly as one by one the
boys managed to ejaculate. That was apart from Alex.

"Cor, I was enjoying that." said Robbie, looking up at Barry from his lap.

"Well we'll go back up to yer room and carry on when this lot have gone!"

Having already cum on waking up and again on the first round of the contest
it was, even by the remarkable powers of Alex's testicular sperm production
going to be something of a miracle for him to cum again after such a short
respite. David on the other hand had resisted the pleasures of the flesh on
waking so had cum only once and had been able manage something of a token
ejaculation the second time around.

"Who ain't cum then?"

Simon looked around the tent pressing the wet patch of his blue briefs onto
his stomach with one hand whilst feeling his bum hole with the other, it
certainly felt as though it had been invaded. Joe standing behind was
smiling happily and wiping the two fingers he had just withdrawn on the
seat of his briefs, though to be more accurate on the seat of Alex's pale
blue Y-fronts.

The boys all looked very pleased with themselves and most were, like Simon
fondling their dribbling erections through their briefs. All that was
except Charles who with his hand rammed down the front of his briefs
appeared to be in the throes of trying to ejaculate yet again!

"Goggles, you'll go fuckin' blind, now stop it!" said Tom with some
amusement.

"I am going blind, look at me glasses!" replied Charles to much laughter,
having entered fully into the spirit of the mornings activities although
unaware that his eyes were again crossed.

"Right, who ain't cum yet?" called out Simon over the growing laughter.

Everybody looked at each other, Alex on realising that everybody else had
managed it put his hand in the air to a mixture of cheers and laughter.

"Right then, now yer gonna cum for all of us." Simon grinned. "So get yer
bottle and lie down, you better take yer shorts off as you might need them
to go home in and them take yer pants off and put them over yer head!"

"Wot d'you mean?" asked Alex in surprise.

"Take yer shorts off and then take yer pants off and put them over yer head
when you're lying down." repeated Simon to further laughter. "And be
careful with 'em `cause they're mine!"

"Wot, you're a pervert!" replied Alex laughing, nevertheless he was
becoming quite excited at the prospect of whatever was to follow. "I hope
they ain't got no skidmarks!"

"No they have not." said Simon very firmly.

"His have." David pointed to Joe.

"Piss off!"

"Now stop laughing, we gotta get on before Bri's mum comes back." Simon
stood over Alex, lying on the grass with the string briefs pulled over his
head and his cock very obviously fully erect. "Somebody get his milk bottle
and put it between his legs under his balls."

"There." David stood back wondering what was going to happen next.

"Alex, grip the bottle with yer legs," said Simon, "now we can't hang about
in case she mum comes back."

"Well bleeding well get on with it then." said Jimmy. "You sure he can hear
you with them string bits over his earholes?"

"Shut up," Simon was starting giggle, "see wot we're gonna do is aim to
piss inside bottle and fill it up while Alex wanks to make up for not
cumming earlier!"

"Don't forget to pull yer pants down like we did at school." added Brian.

The situation being quite ridiculous most boys were starting to laugh and
began aiming their hard cocks in the general direction of Alex, knowing
full well that it was impossible to accurately hit the target with an
erection. Alex, who had attained a certain affinity with matters connected
with urine was licking his spunk off the inside of Simon's briefs when he
felt the first jet of hot liquid splatter over his stomach.

"Alex, get wanking!" called out Simon over the growing laughter.

Alex needed no second bidding and began masturbating as several jets of pee
cascaded over his lower body, none of course going anywhere near the
bottle. It was however when a particularly yellow stream saturated the
briefs covering his head he tentatively sampled the liquid serving to
encourage him to redouble his efforts in an attempt to bring himself to a
wet and messy climax.

"Sorry, missed!" it was Tom's voice.

"Liar!" Brian laughed.

Inside the sodden cotton Alex smiled to himself, he knew Tom's growing
interests as well.



The lunchbreak over, the boys had quickly made their way back to the castle
and immediately started getting ready for the underwear show. With
everybody having stripped down to show they were wearing somebody else's
underpants the combination of laughter and embarrassment rapidly grew. Andy
and James were about to start the second round of judging and trying to get
the contestants to stand in a circle so they could all see what was
happening. Art having swopped with Nigel had won the first heat which
featured the worst fitting underpants by dint of the fact that having
suffered the ravages of countless ejaculations they didn't so much fit as
hang.

The second round was for the most stained fly and it appeared to be almost
a foregone conclusion as to who was going to win it. Charlie, clad only in
Harry's new Aertex briefs knew full well that the flimsy material was far
superior to blotting paper when it came to absorption. Being new to such
communal displays he was feeling both very aroused, yet very embarrassed
and wondering if he was going to be laughed at when it came to being
inspected. It was unfortunate for Charlie that his mother thought he
couldn't be sent off to camp in old clothes and had bought him, much to his
disappointment some white Y-fronts which were now worn by Harry.

At Harry's persistent instigation both had masturbated the night before
whilst wearing their briefs and then slept in them, leaving Charlie's once
pristine new white Y-fronts damp, smelly and stained. Then that morning
Charlie had been woken by the unmistakable sound of a teenage cock being
rapidly massaged, Harry who now seemed to be impervious to any
embarrassment then persuaded Charlie to join him in the act to deposit
further semen into the new briefs. Finally just before lunch Harry had
taken Charlie back to the tent where they had swopped underpants and Harry
found himself unable to stop himself quickly masturbating again. Charlie
stood and watched as Harry ejaculated into the Y-fronts, absolutely turned
on by the sight he was barely able to resist cumming in the Aertex briefs
he was wearing for fear of further embarrassment during the contest.

"Right, come on Charlie lets have a butchers then."

Andy, accompanied by James moved to stand in front of Charlie and put a
hand out to pull the waistband away from his stomach so they could peer
inside.

"Not too bad I `spose." Andy looked at James, pushed his other hand deep
inside and winked. "It's a bit sticky!"

Missing the joke Charlie looked disappointed that his boyhood only
warranted such an unflattering comment almost as though it wasn't even his!

"I ain't seen it before properly," James stared inside as Andy rolled
Charlie's somewhat bent and slender few inches of boyhood between his
fingers. "Why's everybody been circumcised, ain't many of us left in one
piece!"

"Please... please.. stop it..." gasped Charlie, having been on the cusp of
ejaculation since Harry had masturbated in the tent before lunch, Andy's
fingers stroked the sticky length of Charlie's cock, he was doomed.

"Let's have a feel then." said James reaching in and pushing Andy's hand
out of the way. "Cor, Yer all sticky mate! Yer cocks been leaking!"

With the other boys starting to laugh and openly playing with themselves
poor Charlie was now puce with embarrassment and willing himself not to
ejaculate.

"James, please stop.. please.. or I'm gonna.."

He didn't get to finish the sentence, instead his knees buckled and his
body shuddered as a torrent of hot spunk gushed from his cock, over James'
hand and to flood the Aertex briefs.

"Bleeding hell!" exclaimed Richard watching the semen instantly filtering
through the flimsy mesh. "Glad I don't wear them things!"

Art had to be nudged twice by Nigel before he stopped gazing at the mess
Charlie was in.

"Wot's want?"

"Now don't fuckin' turn round too quickly, go slow and look over by them
gert pile of stones by the broken arch in the corner." whispered Nigel.

"Why?"

"Just fuckin' do it slowly and then tell me wot you see."

"Fuck!" exclaimed Art turning back to face Nigel. "We're being bloody
watched ain't us?"

"That's wot I thought. Now I'm gonna say it nice and loud that I'm going
for a piss and," replied Nigel, "I'll fuckin' catch him and drag him back,
whoever he fuckin' is!"

"Right."

Art grinned as Nigel duly announced he was going for a call of nature and
strode off wearing Art's spare Y-fronts and a pair of wellington boots.

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Chap 141 to follow