Date: Tue, 7 Apr 2009 06:32:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ami <amias05@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brief encounters  chapter 18

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: amias05@yahoo.com

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>>>>> There's a prize if you can guess the outcome of the previous chapters
suspense loaded ending... email me!

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Chapter 18 – In a parallel universe



"Hey," said Joe staring hard at the graffiti scrawled on the wall adjacent
to the urinals, "have you seen this one?"

"Wot one?" replied David dreamily.

"Well it's says `ere, " said Joe. stringing it out, "that David Masters is
a right little wanker and he'll let you play with his cock!"

"Wot! Fucking hell!" That got really David's attention, he went over to Joe
and stood behind looking over his shoulder at the wall.

Pointing at the scribble on the wall he asked "Where's it say
that... where? Anyway...how'd they know!!!"

Joe dissolved into laughter "How'd they know!!!! You silly fucker... how
would they know!!!  I made it all up!"

"You... bastard!" said David looking a little pink, but nevertheless
heartily relieved that nobody had actually written on the wall that he was
the little wanker that he really was!

"You sod!" he said as he encircled Joe's waist with his arms and pulled him
back so his crutch was pushed into his bum. Joe certainly didn't resist.

"Anyway, " he said into Joe's ear, reaching down to feel the front of his
shorts, "you're just as much a little wanker. It's gettin' hard again isn't
it?"

"We're a right fuckin' pair, I reckon." said Joe pushing his ass back into
the front of David's shorts. "Wot you doing to my cock, you fancy something
then?"

"Mmmmm... well we got a few mins till Art and that turn up, if they're
going to that is." said David, "But first I just wanna do this..."

"Wot?"

"Well..." David pushed his face closer to the back of Joe's head. He could
smell the shampoo in his hair and couldn't help but to visualise Joe in the
bath playing with his cock all covered in soap suds. It was only with great
self control that he managed to resist kissing him on the neck and blew
gently in his ear instead!

"Well, wot...wot the fucks that?" said Joe sounding quite disappointed and
obviously unaware of the intensity of David's immediate, if not confused,
emotions.

"Uuuummm! I dunno! " David took a deep breath and tried to snap out of
it. Both boys knew there was something developing between them and David in
particular was afraid that his emotions were stronger than friendship. He
couldn't really admit it to himself, let alone Joe.

"Wot I meant was this." David said moving both his hands down and putting
them into Joe's shorts pockets which brought a sigh from Joe and a further
backward push into David's burgeoning groin.

Quite unsurprisingly there was little of interest in Joe's pockets save for
a rather disgusting looking handkerchief which doubled as universal
cleaning cloth, a few assorted coppers and a front door key on a bit of
dirty string. However, what intrigued David was that all the items were in
the left hand pocket since the right hand pocket had a small hole a the
bottom, strangely it was just about large enough to let a couple of small
fingers slip through to the pleasures beyond.

"You dirty bugger!" exclaimed David, slowly slipping a finger though the
opening. "You never told me!"

Even Joe went a bit red at this discovery! He had spent the best part of an
hour the previous night when he was meant to be asleep, trying to make the
hole look as though it was cause by wear and not by his nail scissors! Not
only that, he had been doing it in bed under the covers with a torch whilst
wearing only the top of his pyjamas and just his briefs. All of which
virtually guaranteed that he couldn't resist playing with himself!
Naturally that in turn had led to him to managing not just one, but two dry
orgasms interspersed with some gentle exploration of his bum, a subject
recently fired in his imagination by Simon's interest!

"Cor... " said David, his fingers now tracing the elasticated sides of
Joe's Aertex briefs as far around his legs and crutch as he could reach,
"I'm gonna do this to my shorts as well."

"Great innit?" Joe replied, squeezing his hand between his bum and David's
shorts, "Don't worry, just seeing if you're hard. Well, wot a surprise you
are!"

David grunted and continued his exploration, by now he had his finger up
inside the elastic and was gently rubbing Joe's hairless balls, "Reckon
they would fit in me mouth?"

"Wot?" asked Joe his mind, well certainly his fingers, were focused on
other more pressing matters. He was struggling with David's zip and
eventually he got it moving downwards.

"I mean, put yer balls in me mouth, so I could suck `em!" announced David,
trying to stretch his finger past the aforesaid balls to the bottom of
Joe's crack.

"Wot! When? When?" asked Joe excitedly, to the sound of David's fly being
undone, "Oh that's got it..."

"When we got more time, tomorrow or weekend or something maybe..." his
voice tailed off as he gave up trying to reach Joe's bum and instead
returned to fondle the base of his rigid prick.

"Mmmmmm... don't stop, keep at it, see if you can get me off!" said Joe
excitedly, straining to get his hands inside the fly of David's shorts
although from the angle he was working from it was proving difficult,
"Don't move mate, stay there I'm nearly in."

David wasn't moving, he was enjoying it too much.

"Still wearing `yer Aertex pants then?" he asked rubbing the soft cellular
material between his fingers. He knew as soon as he said it that he had
made a mistake and was touching on something which was proving to Joe to be
a sensitive subject.

Joe paused before answering, "What fuckin' choice have I got, and I feel a
right tit when I have to get changed for gym and that. No other boy wears
'em, have you noticed that? It's so fuckin' embarrassing but, I can't tell
me mum, can I?"

Luckily he didn't have to dwell on the subject to long as he was able to
spring the clasp on David's shorts and they started to slowly fall down
around his knees exposing, not his new pale blue briefs but some rather
tired old white briefs.

"You dirty fucker! Hope nobody comes in!" said David giggling as he felt
the cold air around his thighs.

Joe turned and looked down, "Well where's you're posh blue pants then?" he
asked grinning, "Ain't just me that's got some old tat on today then is it
?"

"No." said David a little dejectedly. His cock was certainly not
constrained by any smart new briefs! What he had on appeared to be very
worn and so loose even his erection was not very prominent. "I had to wear
these `cause... don't forget, I had one new pair pinched from the changing
room and I still ain't told me mum!"

"Welcome to the crappy pants club!" said Joe pushing his hand though the
well worn fly and gently tweaking David's foreskin so it retracted a
little, "Anyway it's what's in `em what counts and I like what's in yours!"

David pushed his hard prick into the palm of Joe's hand, "Shall we go in a
bog? Then if anybody comes in we'll be safe?" he asked.

"Yer, but walk in like this!" replied Joe, "It'll be funny".

So off they waddled. David with arms around Joe's waist, his hands deep in
the pockets of the grey shorts and Joe with his hands behind his back
feeling David's little foreskin move up and down over his purple
knob. Choosing the cubicle nearest the window since it looked the cleanest,
they moved slowly towards it whilst David's briefs fell lower and lower
until they were around his ankles.

Once inside David relaxed his grip on Joe and turned to bolt the door
asking, "How we gonna hide if somebody comes in and looks under the doors
then?"

Joe thought for minute as he scratched his cock, "Well... why don't we get
on the bog seat like we did before... then they might think the door is
just stuck and if they can't see any feet under it.. and ummm, they'll
think the place is empty."

Davis nodded, " I `spose so. Well come on lets get on the bog seat now and
wait."

Joe looked him rather mischievously , "Errrr .. I gotta better idea, uumm
something I was thinking about last night."

David looked puzzled, "Well come on... wot?"

With that Joe dropped his shorts and quickly stepped out of them, put them
on the hook on the back of the door.

David's eyes opened wide when he say Joe standing in there in the bulging
cellular briefs partly covered by the white shirt tails and school blazer.

"Shit that's horny!" he said and reached for his own cock, he pulled it out
the fly of his briefs and retracted the little foreskin a couple of
times. "But what you got in mind?"

Joe was looking more than excited himself, he wasn't sure if David would do
what he so desperately wanted, "Errrrr well..." He replied lifting his left
leg onto the toilet seat and so stretched his briefs tightly around his
ass.

David waddled nearer, his shorts around his ankles and still unsure what
was expected of him, nevertheless he was very excited by what he could see.

"You see Dave," Joe paused and cleared his throat, "if you stand behind me
well...  me bum would be in just the right spot for you to... well, put yer
cock up!"

He looked unblinkingly into David's blue eyes, "See... uummm I'd like you
to do it... nobody else."

David was confused, this was totally unexpected. It was premeditated unlike
the spur of the moment decisions that all their other sexual exploits had
been.

He hesitated, breaking the eye contact he looked down towards Joe's
inviting bum.

"Yeah... but... uuummmm what about... errrrrr... you know!" David stuttered
to a halt and looked up inadvertently making eye contact again.

Joe was thinking he had pushed things too far, the last thing he wanted to
do was to upset David. He thought he'd blown it, even his own cock was
starting to go soft.

"It's all right Dave... " he said quietly, "Sorry, I just wanted... oh
hell! I'm gonna say it... I just wanted you inside me!"

David smiled, "I ain't said no you daft sod... but... "

"Really!"

"Yeah, really!" David took a deep breath and looked Joe full in the face,
"But promise not laugh?"

"Yes, `course..." said Joe, wondering whatever could be funny in this
situation.

"Well, you see," David broke eye contact again and looked down at the
floor, "this might sound silly but..."

"But wot?" asked Joe anxiously.

"Well." David he shuffled his feet, then still looking at the floor he
eventually said, "How do we do this so I don't me cock all covered in
poo!!!"

Joe stifled a giggle, he was trying very hard not to laugh, "Come here you
silly sod..."

David obediently waddled over and was immediately grabbed by Joe around the
neck, without any hesitation he plonked a right kiss on top of his head."
There! Now stand back again and I'll show you something."

Without speaking and rather shocked at being kissed he did as he was
told. He couldn't resist looking back at Joe, he didn't need to say
anything.

"See, Dave," said Joe pushing his bum in the air and pulling his briefs to
one side "I've been practising in bed at night `cause I was worried about
it as well, and what you do is this..."

With that he put a finger in his mouth' licked it and then put his hand
between his legs and as if by instinct aimed his wet finger right at the
little pink opening and gently pushed the finger all the way up into his
bum.

"Ooohhh..." he groaned.

Dave looked on in amazement, "I ain't never done that!" he said, "I know
that Simon does it a bit, but I ain't never really seen him at it. I've
always been afraid of, you know...ummm, the poo and that!"

Grinning, Joe withdrew his finger with a very slight plop and showed it to
David, it looked perfectly clean.

David was amazed, "But I thought that... it would be... ummm like..."

"Told you I been testing it!" said Joe proudly, " Of course you wouldn't
want to do it if you needed a shit though would you?" he added going
slightly pink!

"No... I `spose not." David was starting to giggle, "But what, umm if you
did!"

"You dirty fucker," said Joe pulling his briefs to one side to allow entry
"trust you to think of that! Now come on, please try and put yer cock up me
before somebody comes in. I've been dreaming about this for days!"

David just grinned, he started to take up position and dropped his worn
briefs on top of his shorts, "You sure?" he asked, "This won't hurt you
will it?"

"Dunno, let's find out!" said Joe excitedly his own cock now up again and
twitching in expectation.

David approached the target, his modest prick like a piece of spring
steel. Actually it wasn't that much thicker than the finger that Joe had
been practising with anyway!

He looked, then stroked it and rather naively asked, "Hey... should I pull
me winkle back?"

"I dunno." said Joe. Not having a foreskin this was unknown territory.

"I will," said David still a little concerned that it was going inside
Joe's ass. Sliding the helmet back to reveal the little glistening purple
head he then said in a very practical manner, as only he would "then if
there is ummm... anything it won't get caught under it!"

Joe smiled to himself, what would he do without this boy as his best
friend.

"Dave, just please try and get it up before somebody comes in here!" he
said pouting his bum cheeks as best he could.

"Oh hang on... hang on... I'm ready now."

"Hey, I forgot." Said Joe.

"Forgot wot?"

"Well, this," said Joe, turning round and craning his head towards David,
"come here... we gotta lubricate it!"

Dave suddenly smiled when realises what was expected of him and offered his
cock up to Joe's waiting lips who greedily sucked it right in until his
nose touched David's tummy.

It didn't take a second before it was pushed out of his mouth all dripping
in saliva, "Right, come on don't waste time get it up me!" he ordered
grinning and licking his lips.

Dave stooped slightly and took a good look at Joe's bum hole, it was the
first one he had ever seen and whilst it didn't look very frightening it
certainly looked very clean.

"Ummmm... so how d'you clean it then?" he asked very intrigued, but
nevertheless rather embarrassed. Although, as he thought to himself, if he
never asked he would never know and besides he was now wanting to do this
himself much sooner than later!

"Errrrr..." Even Joe was reticent about this bit.

"Go on..." said David giggling as he touched the very tip of cock on the
entrance "because I won't put it up `till you tell me!"

"You sod!" said Joe definitely embarrassed, "Ummm... well last night I had
a bath `cause I really hoped you be doing this..."

Joe was thinking, must I really tell him this, "and... well I kept putting
me finger up it with soap till nothing ... you know!"

"Ooh! You mean till ummm nothing was on yer finger?" asked David. This was
food for thought and was now looking to be bath night for him as well.

Joe nodded.

"Hey, did you wank as well?"

"Twice! And came with me finger up me bum!" Joe went a little red, "Promise
you will never ever tell anyone. I mean who else says they put a finger up
their bum? Promise?"

"I promise." said David, he caught Joe's eye, "I got a secret as well..."

"Go on... I won't tell..."

"Well, all right." David wasn't sure about this, but it was the truth after
all.

"Joe, when I go to bed now and I ... errrrrr, you know... have a wank,
well... I think about you and wish you were there in me bed!"

Joe was delighted since he acted much the same particularly if his finger
was in action, "I wouldn't mind that at all..."

"Really!" said Davis excitedly, having fantasised about having Joe in bed
with him for ages. "Reckon we could just once?" he asked wistfully.

"Yer, in the holidays... we could have a sleep over. Hey, then you could
put yer cock up me all the time!"

This was certainly moving their relationship on a step.

As though to cement it David said, "Starting right now!"

So, without further ado taking hold of his mighty quivering organ he
pointed it in the direction of the promised land and hoping it was all as
it was rumoured to be he pushed his little purple mushroom into the
unknown.

Joe grunted approvingly. However, mere grunting wouldn't open his sphincter
which remained tightly closed despite David's best efforts.

"Fucking hell!" said David, rather surprised, "It won't go in... oh
hell... me cocks bending!"

"Feels nice though!" replied Joe, "Hang on... I got an idea... move yer
cock out the way."

David drew back and he watched as Joe licked the very same finger he had
demonstrated with earlier which he then pushed hard into his unwilling
sphincter.

"That's been up yer bum before!" David said grinning, fascinated as Joe's
now well practised finger worked away until the muscle relaxed.

"Oh shit!!" exclaimed Joe, who started to laugh when he realised what he
had just said, "Too late now! Right come on Dave...get it up... please!"

David resumed his position and put his arms around Joe's waist to steady
himself as he pushed his cock once again at the target. This time however,
he found that he was easily entering and was about to discover a whole new
world with sensations to match.

It felt like as though it was in a warm, slippery tunnel, the only thing he
could immediately equate it with was rather like when he was masturbating
using a lot of soap in the bath! The difference was that Joe's bumhole
almost seemed as though it was trying to pull him further inside and of
course, he could only go as far as his cock was long! Nevertheless it was a
fantastic sensation. Joe, now masturbating like crazy just hoped that David
might touch on his prostate, not of course that he knew it as that, more
that there was just one certain spot up his bum which seemed to do the
trick!

The whole experience was considerably heightened by the almost sordid
situation which the boys had created for themselves, being locked in a
school toilet cubicle with the possibility of being discovered at any
moment. It would have almost been easier to have got naked but to them,
being half undressed and carrying out the act still wearing their
underpants added hugely to the eroticism.

If this was heaven then they were true believers!

After less than minute, which seemed like several, both boys were pretty
well on the way to an orgasm and Joe was now sweating a little as he rubbed
his cock which was sticking out of the fly of his Aertex briefs. If those
strange briefs had one advantage it was the fact that the material
certainly stretched!

David's heart was beating like a hammer and was feeling like he had never
felt in his life before. The tip of his cock seemed to be on fire. At the
end of every stroke he was allowing it to momentarily slip out of Joe's
passage so he could get the most the most amazing sensation he pushed it
back in through the muscle. He was managing to resist the temptation to
touch it since that would certainly bring him to an instant climax. H
continued towards the orgasm of his life, not least since he was physically
inside the boy that he adored.

Crash!

The main door into the toilet burst open followed immediately by the sound
of a large heavy object falling and spilling it's contents on the floor.

"You fucking prick what you done now? Bet you're still fuckin' dreaming'
about wot you did with that Martin!"

That was followed by another boys voice, instantly recognised by both Joe
and David as that of Art, Simon's older brother.

"Fuckin' hell yeah.. I told you he's coming here now didn't I?"

"Well I hope he does... I want to see his cock... and his blue pants!"

"Wonder if they're still wet with spunk!"

Laughter, followed by the sounds of rustling.

"Oh shit, look that's it! The fucking strap has broke on me bag! Give us a
hand, all me fucking books and that are all over the fucking floor!"

"You wanna get a decent bleeding bag!"

"Piss off and just give us hand!"

Hearing the noise of the door crashing open David and Joe had immediately
frozen and not dared not move for fear of being discovered. Poor David
being the more timid of the two, was scared out his wits and convinced he
had almost felt his racing heart suddenly stop and was now breaking out in
an uncontrollable cold sweat.

Joe was also very shaken having envisaged that he had almost been gripped
by a large icy hand around the chest. Equally subdued, he knew they just
had to be quiet and hide as best they could.

Masked by the sounds of Art scrabbling around the toilet floor collecting
up the contents of his broken bag, Joe gripped David's arm and managed a
weak smile, then whispered urgently "Quick! Get up here on the bog seat, so
if they look under the door they'll think nobody's in here!"

Shakily, David quickly pulled at his shorts not noticing that he had simply
bunched his briefs under his balls. With a little help from Joe he climbed
up onto the toilet seat next to him.

They held each other. It was an emotional moment that only pubertal boys of
that age could really relate to. It wasn't love, more the cementing of a
solid friendship between two confused growing boys who saw each other as
soul mates.

"You're shaking!" whispered Joe, "We'll be alright.."

"Mmmm I know, but I'm shit scared." David's throat was dry. "Wot if they
find us?"

"Well they can't eat us, can they?"

David's managed a weak smile, he squeezed closer to Joe.

"Is the door locked?" asked Joe trying to look over David's shoulder, "I
can't see."

David turned, "Yes... but, oh... yer shorts have fallen off the door on the
floor."

"Oh shit!" said Joe. He looked down to see this white Aertex briefs peeping
out below his shirt tails, "I forgot that. Be alright, we get `em later."

"You got it all then now, Art?"

"Think so. Bleedin' history stuffs a bit mixed up though!"

Having now calmed down a little, the young boys recognised it as Nigel's
voice.

"Yer, but I have to get a new bloody bag...  me mum will be moaning at me
now for sure!"

"Hey, you sure this bog is empty are you?" asked Nigel.

"Well we made enough fucking noise, so I reckon we'd have scared any other
bugger by now!!" replied Art giggling.

To the sound of approaching footsteps Nigel said "I'll have a look. Anyway
I like looking in bogs... you never know what you find!"

"You dirty fucker! And wanking in `em!" said Art "So what you hoping to
find this time! Hey, if you just bend down you can see if anything's on the
floor!"

"Yeah, right...  wonder why that end door is closed?"

"How the fuck do I know, go and have look!" said Art, "I expect it's bloody
stuck, half the bloody bog doors in the school are either hangin' off or
stuck!"

"Yeah and we both know the stuff wot what makes `em stick don't we?"
replied Nigel giggling as he walked over and rattled on the door.

Inside, perched on the toilet seat trying to keep their heads down so they
could not be seen either above or below the partition Joe and David were
absolutely petrified and dared not even to breathe. They hugged each other
with eyes closed.

"Naw, that fucking door's stuck as well, hey but there's something by it on
the floor though!"

"Well let's hope it's a pair of pants!" said Art excitedly, "If they are my
size I'll wear `em, I still ain't got none to wear again!"

"You silly sod!"

To the sound of Nigel's blazer buttons scraping against the door as he bent
down to reach underneath Joe opened his eyes and looked down to see a
grubby hand reaching through the six inch gap under the door and feeling
for the mystery object on the floor. It was his shorts!

"Got it!" exclaimed Nigel excitedly, "Oh fuck... hey Art, guess what?"

"Wot is it?" asked Art as Nigel walked back holding his prize.

"Fucking hell! It's a pair of grey shorts, you know what the first and
second year kids wear!"

"Wot, like Simon does?" Now it was Art's turn to get excited, "So there's
some kid here going round without his shorts you mean?"

"Fucked if I know," replied Nigel laughing, "but if he was I'd like to meet
him and get me hand me up `im!"

Art was in his element now. "Hey, let's see... any spunk stains in `em?"

"Naw, but what a the dirty little fucker!" said Nigel, "Look he's got a
hole in pocket so he can play with his cock!"

Art's trousers were now starting to bulge again, made to look all the more
prominent by the profusion of dried cum stains all around the fly.

Nigel noticed and pointed, "So it's turned you on then has it?"

Art grinned and squeezed the end of his growing cock, the rim of his helmet
now becoming quite discernible through the thin material.

"Fuckin' hell, `course it has, we could wank into `em!" he replied
excitedly, "D'you reckon we could get Martin to do it with us?"

"He's your fuckin' mate, you ask him!" replied Nigel laughing, "From wot
you said about him earlier, sounds like he'll do anything for you now!"

Art grinned, screwed his eyes up and squeezed the end of his now very
obvious cock. "Come on, let's go and have a good look at these shorts under
that light and see if the little bugger has cum in `em!"

Joe looked at David in utter horror, as quietly as he could he whispered,
"Wot they gonna wank their stuff in my shorts! On no, please no!"

Now it was David's turn to be, as he thought, helpfully practical under the
circumstances.

"We can always wash `em!" he said naively!

Which was undoubtedly the wrong thing to say! Joe looked utterly aghast at
the thought of Art and Nigel, two boys who he only knew by sexual repute,
getting enormous sexual gratification by masturbating over his grey school
shorts and covering them in that strange smelly, sticky stuff called cum.

He strained his ears, desperate to hear what was being said next as Art and
Nigel moved off near a cubicle at the other end of the row. They weren't
there for more than a couple of minutes muttering about holes in pockets
and little sign of dried cum before the main door creaked open and a
solitary set of footsteps entered.

"Martin!" cried Art walking over "Knew you'd come. Nigel's here is that ok,
you know him anyway don't you."

"Yeah, well I `spose we do share a few a classes." replied Martin sounding
just a little reserved as he had hoped to see Art on his own.

Art sensed there was something. Was it that Nigel was there at all?

It was time to start building bridges "Mart, it's all right, you'd guessed
right back in the class this morning."

"Wot?" asked Martin trying to remember just what had happened other than
having the best ever wank of his life.

"Well, you'd guessed that Nigel and I were, ummmm... a pair of wankers!"

"Oh that!" said Martin grinning, "I bloody knew it, you two are always
together and whispering and that."

Art could see he was making progress. "Is it that obvious?"

"Yeah, really... well that and you always seem to have a hard on when
your'e together!"

"Oh shit!" that did worry Art. Was it becoming that obvious?

"D'you reckon anybody else has noticed?" asked Nigel.

"Dunno." Martin was thinking, "Nobody else has said anything. Mind you not
everybody admits to wanking do they... ummm, you know!"

He broke eye contact, "I mean look at me, until this morning I wouldn't
have fuckin' well dared admit it to anybody! And I'm still not sure about
this now..."

"Maybe it takes one wanker to know another one then?" said Art smiling,
"And I could tell you were!"

Nigel joined in "Mart, you don't have to, nobody's making you. It's all a
bit fun and let's face we all wank every bleeding day so why not do it
together and make it even more fun?"

"Yeah, yer right, I `spose!"

"Remember I said this morning you could just talk about it if you wanted,
didn't I?"" said Art.

Martin nodded and for a few seconds looked really embarrassed. He had
always prided himself on not being seen playing with himself in public
despite wanking morning and evening!

"But Art, this morning how did you know?" he finally asked.

"Easy mate." said Art grinning, "First, I've shared a desk with you in
biology for the last year and every lesson you get a fucking great boner
and rub it on the bottom of the desk and then you are always trying to look
at me sideways to see if I've noticed and got one as well!"

Martin went bright red!

Nigel was giggling, however Art continued, "Plus I don't make a secret of
it that I am a total wanker, it's wot I am, it's wot I love doing and I
don't mind talking about it... do I Nige?"

"No!" Nigel replied, "You see Mart, that me and Art are much the same when
it comes to wanking, I guess we lucky 'cause we just ain't got the hang-ups
that seems most of the boys here have."

"And it's them hang-ups and the secretive bit that turns us both on!" said
Art giggling a bit, "Well that and what pants they wear, if they got cum
stains and all that... we love that Nige and me!"

"I love looking for all that stuff as well... oh fuckin' hell! And I
honestly thought I was the only one!" said Martin really surprised, "But I
just kept it to myself and... ummmm ..."

"And... you have a little wanky while you think about it?" said Nigel
quickly before Martin could complete the sentence.

"Yes! Yes! There," he said proudly, but still looking more than a little
embarrassed "I've said it... I'm a wanker!"

Art looked at him, "Was that hard to say Mart? Be honest."

Martin looked Art in the face, "Yes! Well yeah it was! The truth is until
this morning I wouldn't have ever dreamed I could ever fuckin' say it. I
mean that Art, you ain't got no idea."

"I fuckin' well have," replied Art, "I was just like you till I met Nige, I
was a fuckin' secret wanker at it all the time. Nige, he don't give shit
about being embarrassed and that... so now to be able to have a wank or
play about with somebody and talk to `em about sex and all that, it's
fucking brilliant."

"I can see that now." said Martin, "So can I uummm... sort of join you now
and again then, would you mind?"

"You are a daft cunt!" said Art, "Do I mind? I want my cock up your ass or
your cock up my ass, I don't fuckin' mind either way!"

"That makes three of us now then, don't it?" added Nigel rubbing his
swelling crutch, "I mean wankers, that is!"

Martin grinned happily. His sensed life was about to change for ever.

Nigel continued, "So, Art tells me you're a filthy boy who likes something
up yer ass, is that right?"

Martin went red yet again, "Yes." he said sheepishly.

"Oh fuck!" Art was laughing, "Look here Mart if you gonna join us you gotta
stop getting embarrassed and going fuckin' red... just don't think about it
in the same way, see?"

"I'll try," he said. Then in his new found freedom of innermost thoughts he
summoned up the courage to add, "Up me ass, yes fingers and the odd carrot
and that sort of thing!"

Nigel listened avidly, "Nice... I ain't tried a carrot! But we got a
special toy as well ain't we Art? Maybe if we all met at the shed one time
we could have a bit of fun?"

Art nodded in agreement, Martin somehow felt very nervous about meeting
specifically for sex but knew he couldn't resist the invitation it for too
long, he smiled and nodded.

Art moved things on a step, "Mart, you remember this morning you said I
could see your blue pants... well can I?"

"I `spose so." he stuttered and started to fumble nervously at his fly,
then realising that of course the zip was stuck so his pants were probably
peeping out anyway.

The last thing he thought he would ever have been doing today after being
sent of by his mother looking so spick and span for school was to cum in
those immaculately laundered briefs in class! That to be followed by his
first ever severe bollocking from a teacher and now he was expected to give
partial strip show in a smelly toilet to a pair of the boys with the
dirtiest minds he had ever met!

Nigel could see that Martin wasn't entirely uninhibited quite yet! As a
helping gesture he wandered over, looked him square in the face and putting
a hand round to cup his ass he said, "Come on Mart, I'll give you a
hand..."

What a feeling.

He had never been held by another boy before and it was as scary as it was
erotic. There was to be no escape, so here he was about to display his cum
stained underpants and certainly be encouraged to get his cock out as
well. Part of him really wished he wasn't there, whilst the other part was
subjected to that wonderful feeling as his cock started harden and tent the
front of his briefs.

Looking over, Martin saw that by now Art's cock was at full stretch and the
front of his cum stained trousers showed the outline in all it's scant five
inches of glory. Nigel's own trousers were also bulging ominously as though
there was something large hidden inside. The hands continued to slowly rub
all over Martin's bum and around the ever growing lump at the front. With
one hand massaging Martin's bum the other deftly slipped itself in through
the broken zip, Martin started to say something but stopped when he felt
Nigel's hot fingers kneading his ever hardening cock through his damp
briefs.

Withdrawing his hand and putting the damp fingers up to Martin's lips Nigel
very deliberately said, "You dirty boy, your pants are all damp with cum!
Maybe you need a spanking?"

Before he could reply Martin heard the sound of a zip being pulled down, he
quickly looked around and saw that Art had now opened his own fly and with
no underwear to restrain it, his rather sore looking circumcised cock was
sticking proudly in the air. Art grinned, reached forward around Nigel's
waist and in one very experienced move soon had Nigel's zip pulled down to
reveal the ribbed material of his white briefs pushing at the opening.

"Get his trousers down now," said Art to Nigel, "and we can all look at
each others!"

Nigel need no second bidding and in a few seconds Martin was feeling a rush
of cold air around his legs as his grey trousers dropped gracefully to the
floor leaving him standing there in his white shirt tails which barely
covered his pale blue Y-fronts, the tenting fly hiding no secrets as to how
excited he was.

Art, was now doing to Nigel just what he had done to Martin and his
trousers were also lying crumpled around his ankles to reveal some very
full and stained Y-fronts.

Martin looked amazed, not only was he showing his underpants but he was
closer to other boys than he had even been in his nightly
fantasies. However his sexual journey had only just started and certainly
wasn't going to stop there as both Art and Nigel had other plans. Nigel was
now kneeling in front of Martin and started to first lick and eventually to
suck the front of the blue briefs whilst his hands remained out side of the
Martin's briefs and started to knead his bum cheeks and then the very
sensitive area just behind his balls.

Not one to be left out, Art had an idea too, in fact something he had
thinking about since the biology class. He walked around behind Martin's
back and started gently pulling at the blue lined waistband of his briefs,
soon the inside of the waistband was showing the familiar logo of Lyle &
Scott and seconds later it was low enough to reveal the top of Martin's
sweaty crack. Art slid his drooling cock into the very top of the hot
valley and proceeded to purposely deposit the odd blob of precum which
dribbled slowly down until it went out of sight under the briefs. His hands
traced Martin's crack from top to bottom outside the briefs, pushing them
hard into the warm crevice and lingering around Martin's inviting little
bumhole.

By now Martin now visibly trembling, he didn't really know what was going
on around him. His mind was in a spin whilst his swollen prick and bumhole
were experiencing sensations which he never dreamed could possibly
exist. Certainly the mornings events had rather unsettled him and those
feelings were now compound since he had placed his all his trust in Art and
Nigel who were themselves taking the opportunity to act out some of their
own fantasies.

All three boys now positively dripping precum. Art had dropped his trousers
to his knees and had naturally, not noticed that they were catching the
excess drips from his copious supplies of precum.

Eventually Nigel stood up from the saturated pouch of Martin's briefs which
was fairly sagging with the with mixture of saliva and precum. He looked
the sweating Martin in the face, rubbed the front of his own briefs and
smiled, he asked "Happy then, you dirty littler fucker?"

Martin could only grin inanely and nod his head, Art peeped round over his
shoulder and winked at Nigel who had now taken Martin's hands in his own,
"Come on Mart you can pull me pant's down, then I'm gonna pull yours down,
right"

Martin would do anything they asked, he was on another planet. Shakily he
grasped the sides of Nigel's white briefs and started to pull them down,
despite having some trouble getting the front over Nigel's straining cock,
he gasped when it finally sprung free into the daylight from under the
elastic waistband.

"Oh fuck!" was all he could say when he saw it. It might only have been
five and half inches, but it was very, very thick. Impressive. That and the
droopy foreskin still covering the end which looked as though, judging from
the dribbles, that it was containing at least half a gallon of precum by
itself!

"Oh fuck..." he said staring at it in disbelief, "it's fucking enormous!"

Not of course having seen many cocks other than very fleeting glimpses in
the changing rooms, he really only had his own to compare it to and to be
honest that wasn't much of a comparison! There was no turning back for him
now, was this going to be embarrassing or was it going to be embarrassing!

"Well let's see how you compare then..." said Nigel leaning forward and
cupping Martin's sodden pouch in one hand whilst tugging the elastic down
with the other. Art's hand's also mysteriously arrived just at the same
time to help pull on the waistband at the sides. In a second Martin was
standing there, with two virtually strange two boys staring at his very
hard, but nevertheless thin, weedy cock. It could well have been something
a thirteen year old would have been very proud of, but Martin wasn't
thirteen any longer. A drop of precum slowly oozed out of the little piss
slit and balanced for a second before running under the end of his wrinkled
foreskin.

Well, this was the big moment of truth for Martin. He had always been
obsessed with the size of his cock, which was rather silly considering he
was small in stature anyway! Even when just peeing he would hide it from
other boys and in the gym changing rooms he would do anything to avoid it
being seen. Strangely though, he felt the mornings activity with Art had
been fine because his cock had not actually been out on display.

Now there was no dodging the issue, in fact he was almost preparing himself
mentally to make a run for it if they did start to laugh at him as he knew
only too well from his experience in junior school.

Martin looked up from his slender manhood, from the corner of his eye
catching sight of Nigel's giant offering, it's droopy foreskin now
overflowing with yet more precum and falling in long strands down onto his
briefs below.

He just knew they were now going to laugh at him and in all probability
other than running away he wouldn't know how to handle it if they did. What
would really make it worse would be the thought he was about to lose
somebody that he thought he could trust and talk to about his typically
mixed up adolescent sexual feelings and desires.

His train of thought was rudely broken by the feeling of something warm and
wet that was trying to push it's way up his bumhole! Looking round in
amazement he saw Art grinning and waving a slimy looking finger!

"Well, that's what you said you wanted, wasn't it ?" said Art as he
returned his finger to it's previous task of trying to push itself past
Mark's unrelenting sphincter.

Martin wasn't sure what to say, he nodded and finally blurted out what was
really on his mind, "But what about me cock?"

"What about it? It's fuckin' cute!" said Nigel, bending down gently pulling
the foreskin back to release the blob of the trapped precum which was now
smeared over his finger.

"Well... uummmm, I dunno... ummmm." Martin was at a loss. He wasn't
expecting this. When were they going to start laughing

"Well, wot's the problem? Hey, you all right... you gone all quiet." said
Nigel looking up at him.

Martin shook his head. He looked down at his cock then over towards
Nigel's, he couldn't understand why they weren't laughing at him, rather
like some other boys who cruelly had joked about seeing a small cock from
another class.

"No.. I'm fine.. I'm..."

"Good!" Nigel interrupted sensing something was worrying him. "Hey, I got
it!"

He looked Martin in the face, "See Mart, I'm the biggest boy here, so I got
the biggest cock... Art here, he's in the middle so he's got a middling
cock and you ... well you're the smallest so you got the smallest
cock... that make sense?"

"So... you ain't gonna laugh at it then?" Martin was amazed and realising
what he had just said, he added "But it's so fuckin' small... shit, I mean
just look at yours and then look at mine... I worry about it being laughed
at all the time."

"Why? You silly sod! You got what you got, you can't do nothing' about it
can you?" said Nigel rather philosophically "Anyway, we ain't like that,
Art and I... are we?"

"No, we ain't and we wouldn't treat out mates like that either." said Art,
"Shit, I'd like a bigger prick but I can't have one and wot I got works so
that's it!"

"Anyway, so fuckin' wot, if it's small?" said Nigel winking, "It's fuckin'
leaking cum and it's got us going hasn't it!"

Martin had always been a rather emotional boy. Since he had first started
wanking he had constantly worried about size and now he saw it obviously
didn't matter. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he simply nodded
in case his voice broke should he try and say anything.

"Hey, enough of that cock size shit!" it was Art again, "Mart d'you want my
cock up yer ass or not, or we gonna run outta time! It's gonna be a first
for both of us!"

Nigel grinned, "Go on, stick it up! I ain't never had it done either so let
me know wot it's like! Anyway Mart, I got something else for you!"

"Art, will it hurt?" asked Martin plaintively, his voice nearly
cracking. He was quite overwhelmed to find that his new friends were far
more genuine and sensitive than he could ever have possibly imagined.

"Dunno, we ain't never done it before, but we keep talking about it!! But
don't worry 'cause here's the fuckin' anaesthetic!" said Nigel as took the
whole of Martin's four and a bit inches in his mouth in one gulp!

Martin was literally speechless. He stood there open mouthed, wide eyed and
totally rooted to the spot.

"I'll take that as a fuckin' yes then!" said Art and with some force rammed
his stubby index finger right up Martins ass, adding "And Nige, don't
forget we gotta shoot over them shorts!"

Martin winced, it was a combination of pain and intense pleasure. Certainly
it became more and more pleasurable as the invading finger wormed it's way
inside. He desperately wanted to act out a fantasy and do the very same to
Art, but dared not admit it. Yet.

Nigel nodded despite his oral ministrations. Suddenly he stopped and
leaving Martins wet cock twitching mid air, stood up licking his lips he
said, "Here Mart, you're cock don't half taste of old cum under yer winkle
I'll bet you don't bloody wash it, you're a dirty little fuckpig! It tastes
worse than Art's and he ain't even got an helmet!"

Martin went bright red.

"You silly fucker!" said Nigel laughing "I'm joking, it tastes fuckin'
lovely!"

"Must be from earlier.. yeah... in the lesson this morning with Art."
stuttered Martin trying to sound convincing, knowing full well he had not
bothered to wash it since the previous early evenings bedtime wank.

"Of course! And last night!" replied Nigel grinning, "That's the trouble
with a helmet!"

Martin turned one shade deeper than red into a luminescent purple!

"Don't worry... I know all about it!" said Nigel giggling.

"Wish I had a foreskin!" said Art.

Nigel sniggered, he had something else on his mind, "Now, listen, Mart, we
know you're a small bugger so would you wear `em for us?"

"Oh fuck! Brilliant... yeah! Please!" echoed Art, realising what was coming
next.

Martin stuttered, "But I just dunno... wear wot? Wot yer on about?"

Art finally succeeded in getting two fingers slippery with saliva inside
Martin's bum, who's eyes visibly watered.

"Fucking hell... oh fuck!" he breathed in deeply and made a grab for his
cock before Nigel could get it back in his mouth and started rapidly
wanking.

"Save it... Martin, bloody save it! Don't wank!" said Art very excitedly,
"It's gonna get better, you see!"

Reluctantly Martin let go, his hand now wet with Nigel's saliva, "But I
gotta cum... soon... please, please!"

"Nice eh?" asked Nigel, "Well you goin' to, just hold on... we could do wot
we were going to with you wearing `em anyway!?"

"I dunno wot it is you want, but I `spose so... then can I cum?" said
Martin not having a clue what he was letting himself in for.

"Oh you'll fuckin' cum! Don't worry about that." replied Nigel.

"Right, let's get him in `em then!" said Art, slowly removing both his
fingers with a slight plop and then immediately reaching down to grab one
of Martins legs ready to start to pull his trousers off.

"Fuckin' hell mate, hang on! I'll help you!" said Nigel excitedly as he
also started tugging at Martins clothes.

Whilst not being particularly big Nigel was quite strong and easily lifted
Martin into the air so Art could pull his grey trousers off before he could
protest! They decided to leave him with his briefs which were now around
his knees and allowing his twitching cock to point up to the
ceiling. Martin didn't cry out or argue at all, in fact he felt the whole
experience of being forcibly undressed immensely erotic and was even more
excited when they produced Joe's shorts and pulled them very roughly up
which forced his briefs very firmly into his ass crack.

"There," said Art as he managed to finally get the clasp to just about hold
together on the waistband, "you're a bit big, but d'you like 'em?"

Martin looked down to see his own cock which was sticking lewdly out of the
fly of his cum stained briefs, all tightly framed by the grey of Joe's
straining shorts.

Yes. Yes, he really did like it, very much. So did Nigel who was scrabbling
to undo his own trousers to give him more freedom, he knelt down in front
of Martin and again started to lick the purple head of his cock entrapped
through the fly of the shorts.

"Oh fuck, hang on... I forgot something," said Art excitedly, "Nige, just
stop a min and drop his shorts again..."

"Wot! Oh fuck!" said Nigel sounding disappointed. He shrugged and did as he
was asked, watching Art who was looking for something in a pocket. Martin
stood there almost shaking in anticipation and wondering just what Art was
going to do, he started looking very worried when he saw Art had produced a
penknife and was going behind him.

"Shit, wot you gonna do?" he asked anxiously as he looked over his
shoulder.

"I `spect he's gonna fuckin' circumcise you!" said Nigel giggling as he
slowly pulled his own foreskin back and forth with a sort of squelching
noise.

"No! NO!" Martin was now really alarmed, "Art what you gonna do.. please!"

"You stupid fucker," said Art laughing, "Couldn't do that, make too much
fucking mess! I'm gonna make an hole in the ass of these shorts so I can
get me finger up you whilst you're still fuckin' wearing `em!"

All three boys started laughing and it was only a few seconds before Martin
again found himself again tightly constrained in Joe's shorts with Nigel
again on his knees in front of him, although this time he took Martin's
entire cock in his mouth in one go.

Whilst these three were giggling away, in the cubicle at the far end of the
toilet Joe was literally crying on David's shoulder. Having heard what was
going on he was dreading what they would do with his shorts when they had
finished having their fun.

Art, by now feeling as horny as hell, was pressed right behind Martin and
had it in his mind that this was his big chance to actually get his cock up
another other boys ass. Fantasies were over, it was time for the real
thing!

He undid the clasp on his own trousers and they fell slowly to his knees
revealing, since he had no underwear, his spotty white bum contrasting with
his very red and rampant prick. As was usual, lust was driving him forward
whereas common sense and the very look of his own very heavily cum stained
trousers, should had set the warning bells going in his head. Somehow he
was going to have to account for his appearance not only to his parents,
but to his peers in that afternoons lessons.

Without any underpants the insides of his fly were streaked with precum
which was soon transferred to the rear of Joe's shorts as Art manoeuvred
himself closely behind Martin. Starting to run his fingers up and down the
seam of the shorts he was trying to find the slit he had made, Martin
meanwhile was very close to orgasm as Nigel was very rapidly perfecting his
cock sucking techniques.

"Oh fuck... I'm in..." groaned Art as his finger found the hole in the
shorts, "Wot? Oh hell... you still got yer pants on... I forgot!"

Martin couldn't care less, "Yeah! Well don't stop... I can't take `em off!
Please just get on with it before I cum!"

In fact Art wasn't that far off cumming himself, so knowing he had to make
a move before he did, he shoved two fingers in through the hole as far as
they would go which stretched the pale blue material of the Y-fronts over
his finger tips. At this point Martin was positively squirming with delight
as Art's frenzied fingers prodded away at his bumhole, the material of his
briefs was being pushed up inside ahead of the two fingers. Martin didn't
even seem to notice that one of Art's fingers had now poked right through
the ribbed material to make contact with the rather slippery wall of his
tight passage. Art realised what he had done and doubled his efforts to
relax Martin's sphincter muscles prior to making his grand entrance fantasy
come true!

"Nige..." said Martin hoarsely, "would you stand up and put yer cock
through the fly of me pants..."

Nigel need no second bidding and started fumbling to get both cocks in
position through the respective fly openings.  "Why the fuck didn't I think
of this! Yer, and you put your cock in mine... in here."

He grabbed Martin and pulled him towards him in a sort of bear hug so that
their crutches were forced together and Martin's head was all but resting
his shoulder.

For the second time in a short space of time this closeness was something
which suddenly struck Martin as very worrying. He had never ever been that
close to another boy and he briefly experienced that nervous feeling of a
pit in his stomach. As before, he felt simultaneously very scared of his
own emotions, yet captivated by the heavy eroticism of the situation. So
this was Nigel, his new friend and now an intimate sexual confident. He was
frightened of being that close to another boy, being able to see the bum
fluff around his face and even the little acne spots on his chin. But here
was and he was holding him, he could smell him, the sweat, the testosterone
and above all the unmistakable smell of sex.

God, he loved every second of it.

Inside of Nigel's briefs, the pubic hairs felt very rough to Martin's
delicate cock. Not being circumcised, his head which was usually protected
was being subjected to some very new and most agreeable sensations, almost
to the stage where he was barely able hold off cumming. Nigel was equally
excited and as ever, his cock was positively drooling precum leaving it's
very slimy trail all over Martins few pubic hairs, it had now poked it's
way down under his balls to nestle and saturate the pouch of his briefs.

Of course, with the two boys so excited and barely seconds away from orgasm
it had to be Art who was to make it all happen. Seeing that matters were
rapidly heading for a grand climax it didn't take more than a couple of
moments for him to carefully withdraw his fingers from Martins ass without
upsetting the trajectory. He could, he hoped, just make one huge push and
get his cock up though the shorts, the hole in the briefs and into Martin
proper.

With Nigel hugging Martin and both of them rubbing their cocks in each
other briefs Art had no option but to reach around both of them as he
launched his attack. The very act of pulling all three of them together was
enough as first Martin then Nigel started to climax and pump squirt after
squirt of hot sticky cum into each others briefs. Art knew he was now about
to cum himself and so he rammed his cock as hard as he could through the
hole in the shorts! It was with a faint ripping sound that he found his
much abused and sore prick was now in a strange new world.

It was hot, deliciously slippery and strangely it almost seemed to grip him
in.

For Art, what with the emotional events of the morning and now finding his
face buried in the back of Martin's neck drawing in the most intimate boy
smells the equation was totally complete. Barely managing a couple of short
strokes before the dam burst Art started to shudder uncontrollably and spew
string after string of hot cum into and all over Martin's ass. Literally
unable to control himself, with his back arching in spasm he pounded
away. The slit in the rear of Joe's shorts ripping even further as he
attempted time and again to get back inside Martin. With all three boys
moving about it proved impossible and in his fervour he only succeeded in
tearing the blue briefs as he rode up and down Martin's crack punishing his
own cock as he did so.

All three boys were absolutely spent both emotionally and sexually so they
collapsed in a heap on the tiled toilet floor.

Other than the sound of a dripping tap and some very laboured breathing the
room was now deathly quiet. To David praying that Joe, who was still very
distraught and clutching him, would remain silent it seemed an age before
anybody spoke.

"Fuckin' hell!" it was Nigel surfacing from the forest of arms and legs.

He looked at his watch, " We got about ten minutes to lessons, shit we
gotta move to clear this mess up!"

""How?" asked Art giggling from under the other two boys, "We all bloody
well fell over when I came!"

"Shit, and how... I ain't never cum like that before!" said Martin weakly,
still sandwiched between Art and Nigel.

Slowly they began untangling their legs, eventually and certainly rather
shakily, they all managed to stand up to take stock of the situation.

"Fuckin' assholes... wot mess!" Nigel looked down at himself, his cock was
still on display but now shrunken with an enormous drip of cum hanging onto
to the end. His white briefs were wet with his own precum and mingled with
Martin's own orgasmic contribution. Even his trousers had not escaped, they
lay crumpled around his ankles replete with some more very obvious globules
of somebody's cum!

Martin glanced down to see that Joe's light grey shorts were amazingly
still around his feet.  The many darker patches on them showed just where
and how much cum it was possible for three adolescent boys to
deposit. Knowing he had to get his own trousers back on he kicked the
shorts off it and then when he saw the back of them it was obvious that Art
had all but ripped the rear seam completely. Judging by the size of the wet
patch around the hole he must have impregnated them with every sperm in his
body!

"Shit!" said Martin looking at them and grinning, "Gawd, Art you must `ave
cum gallons!"

"Felt like it..." said Art, looking a little worried as he felt the end of
his shrunken cock, "but I reckon I've hurt me prick, the end don't half
fuckin' well hurt!"

However the state of Art's cock was soon forgotten and laughter took over
when Martin tried to pull up his briefs. This was the point at which the
reality of the situation dawned on him. Warily he looked down at himself
again, almost as though he was afraid of what he might see.

He was and with good reason.

Whilst he had the same sexual urges as Art and Nigel in many other ways,
typically his pride in his personal appearance, he was quite the
opposite. Martin was appalled at what he saw, how could he ever explain his
appearance to his obsessively fastidious mother and worse his
stepfather. Just about everything he had on was either dreadfully pulled
about or liberally splattered in cum.

His new briefs were now absolutely stretched out of all recognisable shape
and totally sodden from Nigel's enormous orgasm. It was when he tried to
pull them up he realised that, courtesy of Art, the rear panel was also
saturated. Worse he then discovered there was the huge rip in the rear
which at the time had afforded him so much pleasure.

Trying to put on a very brave face he pulled them right up much to the
amusement of Art and Nigel. However it was when the cold, wet, repulsively
sticky material started clinging to his legs that he really began to wonder
what he had done. The bravado started to rapidly evaporate especially when
he noticed his light grey trousers had already started absorbing the cum
from his sodden briefs to produce some obvious dark patches. That was
followed by rediscovery of the broken zip meaning he would be in school for
the afternoon his fly wide open and his underpants totally sodden and
stinking of cum.

In was, without doubt one of those days. If not the most emotional day of
his life.

Staring with utter disbelief at his gaping fly and with tears welling in
his eyes he muttered "I can't fuckin' do this... everybody will
laugh... look me pants are soaked with cum... I stink of cum and me fucking
trousers won't do up... me parents will kill me... help
me... please...and..."

Nigel turned, looked at him and realised this was now a serious problem for
Martin. The afternoon lesson bell was only a few minutes away.

It was no good, Martin couldn't keep it up the emotional strain of the day
was too much. With a cracking voice he concluded, "and... me fucking
stepdad will kill me... he fuckin' did it before... he's a fuckin'
... he's... he's ...!"

Once again he could feel that nervous pit in his stomach, this time it was
bigger and he felt it wanted to swallow him up.

Would his new found friends turn out to be as true as he hoped? This was
real test.

"He's wot?" asked Nigel firmly, thinking somehow he had to get Martin back
to earth. "He's fuckin' wot?"

"He's wot?" echoed Art putting his arm around his shoulder. That did it.

"He's..." was all Martin could say before he burst into tears and literally
clung onto Art.

"Oh fuck!" said Nigel, "Why didn't you do this earlier we only got ten
minutes!"

 Martin sniffed and laughed through his tears, "Ummm... I can't tell you.."

Nigel said, "Hey it ain't all bad, look I'm gonna tell you something that
my mum did to me the other night when I went home looking like shit... and,
you didn't know but Art's under a fucking threat to tidy himself up from
his mother or she gonna sort him out."

Martin looked in amazement. Maybe adolescent life wasn't so bad.

"It's fuckin' true," added Art, "and wot's worse is that some bugger has
pinched all me pants... that's why I ain't got none on and I don't know if
it's me mum or that dirty little sod of brother Simon who's had `em!"

Hearing all this Martin cheered up somewhat and thought that he had indeed
struck lucky with his new friends. But what to do at that very moment? Both
boys then started to tell Martin of the parental threats they had received
and that they were both under strict orders to smarten themselves up or
face some unspecified dire punishment!

This brought him back to reality, "But what can I do now? I can't go to
classes looking like and smelling this?"

Nigel thought hard. What he was going to propose next would certainly get
him off sexually and might just keep Martin from losing it later on in the
day.

"Uummm, Mart..." he asked, "well would it help if you and I swopped
pants..."

"Wot? How would that help?" Martin couldn't see how that would be of any
use. Besides he had never even considered wearing another boys
clothes. Ever.

"See, mine are only a bit damp and..." Nigel continued, "and they don't
smell anything like yours do... well you might get away with just covering
up yer broken zip with yer bag... d'you see, 'cause you won't be stinking
of cum either?"

Martin did indeed see, he nodded and immediately started to undo the clip
and dropped his trousers to reveal the offending blue briefs. The smell of
cum was awful!

"Fuckin' hell, you're right!" he said, "come on then get `em off!"

Nigel smiled in anticipation and quickly pulled down his trousers together
with his briefs leaving him standing there with the obvious signs of
another growing boner!

Art rubbed his crutch and stared, "Don't get me going again... please!"

Looking over to Martin, Nigel thought that standing there naked from the
waist down with his little purple mushroom barely poking out of the end of
his wrinkled foreskin he looked good enough to the eat! His own cock took
another lurch upwards as he took hold of the briefs soaked with his own
cum! It wasn't easy putting them on as wet material clung to his legs and
by the time he had them on they were bulging ominously.

That certainly didn't go unnoticed by Art who's own trousers were now
starting to swell again.

Martin, stoked the sexual atmosphere further by saying, on looking at Nigel
briefs, "Hey, white Y-fronts that's what I used to wear before I got these
blue ones... with luck me mum will just think I wore some old ones today."

On putting them on he smiled and said, "Shit... they're still fuckin'
warm!"

"More than your's are!" said Nigel.

"How you gonna explain the zip then, Mart?" asked Art.

"Well I'll just tell her it broke... I got another pair of these trousers,
be OK I think."

Sounding a lot more cheerful, he added, "If I can get away with it till
tomorrow without me stepdad finding out... uummm it's him...oh, I hate him!
I'll be alright."

"You're fuckin' lucky, I only got the one pair at the moment and look at
`em!" said Art gesticulating at the cum streaked mess. "Still it's Saturday
tomorrow and if I can slip `em in the wash without mum seeing `em I might
get away with it."

"I gotta do the same," said Nigel, "else I'm gonna be homeless if me mum
sees me like this again!"

Nigel, feeling there was more to this than Martin was saying then asked,
"So what about `yer stepdad then? Or shouldn't I ask?"

Martin's mood changed rapidly, "Ummmmm... I don't know... ummm... please
don't ask."

"Can we help?" asked Art.

Martin sniffed, "Well I'd like you to... but I don't know... but not now,
please."

"If it's any help," volunteered Nigel rather quietly, "I don't get on with
my dad very well... I mean like, we just don't talk much or do anything
together... he's not violent or anything."

"Oh," said Martin, looking again almost like he was going to cry again.

He continued and then stopped abruptly, "I wish it was only that mine
didn't talk... he gets me... "

Art filled the gap but didn't really know what to say, this family
relationship stuff wasn't his thing, "I spose my dad's all right... I don't
know... he makes me laugh! I ain't never thought about it really! He's just
dad!"

Nigel looked at Martin and raised his eyebrows, " See wot I have to put
with for intelligent fuckin' conversation?"

Martin raised a weak smile, "Yeah, some kids get all the luck!"

Nigel moved over and put an arm around his shoulders, he said quietly in
his ear, "Hey... if you ever want to talk about something, you let me
know... you promise. I think I can guess."

Martin fought back yet another tear, pursed his lips and nodded. He meant
it, he had to talk to somebody about his stepfather's other life.

The lesson bell rang and made the boys jump, they were still in another
world.

"Fuckin' hell!" said Art, scrabbling around trying to make himself look
anything like barely presentable, "Come on you two fuckin' wankers... let's
go!"

"Oh Christ!" said Martin looking at himself in the mirror, "What a bloody
mess!"

"Just keep yer bag in front of yer cock and you'll be alright!" add Nigel
helpfully, "At least you don't fuckin' smell of cum no more... think of it
that way!"

"There's one last thing to do." said Art reaching down and picking up Joe's
shorts, he threw them right across the room to land in the end cubicle from
where they found them.

David and Joe heard them laughing as they walked out of the toilet and off
up the corridor until the heavy door slammed shut behind them.

"At last, they've gone." said David looking at Joe, "You alright?"

"I `spose so. I don't know." Replied Joe rather limply, he bent down and
grabbed at his shorts although on touching them he instantly recoiled and
dropped them to the dirty floor.

"Oh Dave, wot the fuck are they covered in... it's fucking awful... wot is
it... wot have they done... and it looks as though they've bloody well
ripped `em as well!"

The lesson bell had already gone, time was running out and tears were
already forming in Joe's eyes. David looked down at the sodden grey
material and gingerly picked it up.

"Oh hell, Joe... they've wanked all over `em... they're covered in this cum
stuff if that's wot it is?"

Joe gasped in despair. "I don't know wot it is."

Being a second-year pupil in a large school was pretty much a non-event as
far status and maturity went.

Just about everybody from the older pupils up to the teachers more or less
treated them a first-year's and that situation was not helped by the fact
the second year's at this school still wore shorts. Therefore to Joe,
seeing himself at the bottom of pecking order and still being treated as a
"little boy", the thought of being without his shorts at the mercy of his
peers was horrifying. And worse, he had not even contemplated what he could
say to his parents on returning home without trousers!

The clock was ticking and David knew he had to come up with something very
fast or Joe was going to totally freak out and they would both be for it.

"I got an idea." he nudged Joe, "Wot lessons you got this afternoon?"

"I dunno... oh," muttered Joe rubbing the tears from his eyes, "I think
it's double chemistry or physics or something and then followed by a single
French."

David smiled, "Then `ere..." he said starting to unzip his own shorts, "put
these on..."

Joe looked up, very red eyed, "Why? You daft fucker, why, wot you gonna
wear?"

"I'm gonna wear yours..."

"Why?" Joe was waking up.

"Because you silly fucker," replied David, "I got a double metalwork, so I
can wear a white coat over the top and that's followed by the same bloody
French class you got... so if you can hide me ass in and outta class we'll
get away with it!"

"Why you doin' this for me?" asked Joe, looking him straight in the face.

"I don't know and I can't explain!" replied David very awkwardly, "Look
just put these bloody shorts on and lets go before we are any later."

Joe took the shorts and pulled them up, "They're warm!" he said in
surprise.

"Of course they're fuckin' warm!" replied David, "Don't bloody talk, please
let's go!"

"But you..."

"No, no! You stupid sod! Please shut up and let's go." said David
interrupting him and sounding rather emotional. "Please, just do it."

Then in an uncontrolled moment he even surprised himself, reached over and
pulled at Joe till he almost overbalanced and hugged him. Tears ran down
his face, he wiped them away with his hand and wiped it on the back of
Joe's blazer.

Joe smiled, looking directly into David's eyes again, "Oh fuck! Hey, don't
cry, I think I know wot it is... but the truth is I feel the same way!"

"I knew it, Oh my god!" David blurted out.

Joe grinned, "So did I, but I'm upset, I'm happy!"

"Well, lets hurry up or we are gonna fuckin' bollocked for being late!"
said David sounding worried. He purposely avoided further eye contact and
bent down to pick up the soggy shorts and obviously with a fair amount of
revulsion he put them on.

"Turn around..." said Joe. "Oh fuck!"

"Is my ass on show?" asked David earnestly, "They feel all sort horrible
and sticky and I can smell the cum... can you?"

"Well, sort of and I can see yer pants a bit!" replied Joe honestly, "But,
the smell isn't quite so bad! Do you still want to do this for me?"

"Yes! I do and I'll keep me legs together and hope they don't notice me
pants!" said David albeit, not very enthusiastically, "But, it'll be
alright when I get home `cause me mums working till five tonight."

"Well let's get going then or we will be late." said Joe, "But first, just
come over here..."

"Why, we ain't got time, let's go! Please."

"We have for this!" replied Joe as he moved over and gave David another
hug.

"Oh shit!" said David rather nervously. "Oh no."

"Sorry, but I'm not very good at things like this!" Joe looked rather
uncomfortable when he realised what he had done, "Oh shit... I'm sorry"

"Don't be," replied David, "I'm no bloody good at it either, but I feel the
same."

They hurried out of the toilet and up the corridor. There was not a lot to
be said really and neither knew how to say it anyway!


Chapter 19 to follow.....