Date: Tue, 12 May 2009 00:57:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ami <amias05@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brief Encounters Chap 23

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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This seems to be a longer chapter - can't stop I'm just off to order my
garden shed.

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Chapter 23 -- Walls have ears


Alex and Simon stayed hidden behind the hedge until the three boys were
approaching the corner, then they slipped out of the garden and quickly
raced up the road to see which direction they were heading in. The same
method seemed to work quite well for the next few streets but then Simon
realised they would soon be faced with a dilemma.

"Alex, if we keep going like this we are soon gonna be out in the open,
`cause we're going away from all the buildings and stuff."

"Well I dunno it's your village not mine, I don't know it. Wot you reckon
we do?"

"Bugger!" Simon suddenly grinned, "Hey, hey... I know where they're going!
We can take short cut!"

"Where then?" Asked Alex, "How d'you know?"

"They're going to a shed aren't they?

Alex nodded, "So..."

"Well," said Simon, "all that's down this end of the village are the
playing fields and..."

"And? And?" said Alex looking at him, "You love this spy bit don't you?"

"Yer." Simon laughed, "Down there are the allotments... and what do
allotments have... fucking sheds!"

"And it probably will be a fucking shed as well!" said Alex laughing.

"So, who's a clever boy then?" said Simon proudly.

 Alex patted him on the bum, "But, clever clogs how do we know which shed?"

"Easy, for a master spy like wot I am." said Simon sounding very superior,
"We nip though the hole in the fence just up here and we can get there
before `em and then watch which shed they go to."

"Brilliant. Well fuck me!"

"I'd love to! When?" He wasn't joking either.

"Soon!" Neither, was Alex.

"Well let's go, or we'll miss 'em!"

Squeezing through the fence, Simon was right behind Alex and looked
longingly at his bottom, the outline of his briefs clearly visible, his
cock jumped. Yet again. They hadn't long hidden themselves behind a
greenhouse before Nigel appeared. He was led the way up the main track,
past some water butts and headed for a row of rather overgrown allotments
by the boundary hedge. Crucially, there were three rather dilapidated
looking sheds in that corner area, Alex strained his eyes to see which one
they were going to. It seemed that Nigel was fiddling with some sort of
lock on the middle one, they waited till the door had been opened and the
three boys had gone inside. Then dodging from obstacle to obstacle and
hoping they could not be seen they came within a few feet of the shed on a
side without a window and hid behind a large, but derelict cold frame.

The rickety old shed walls were so thin they could both hear the muffled
voices inside, Alex nudged Simon and pointed that it looked as if the only
window was on the wall opposite the door. They crept closer keeping well
down and out of sight of the window eventually ending between the hedge and
the blank shed. The voices inside were being amplified by the echo of the
building and were now audible, they desperately hoped that any noises they
made being outside would not transfer as easily.

Inside Martin and Nigel had just finished telling Art about the disastrous
events of the Saturday afternoon and his stepfather being thrown out by his
mother.

"Fuckin' hell!" said Art, "You poor sod. And so the blokes gone, I mean
gone for good?"

"Yes. I don't want to see the bastard ever again." Martin said with
considerable feeling.

"Don't blame you!" agreed Nigel, "But how's yer mum now then... I mean
... you know..."

"Well, she hasn't said much to be honest." Martin looked at the floor,
"But, I`m not sure she's that sorry he's gone. Does that sound strange?"

"Well," said Art in his very own tactful way, "sound's like she's well shot
of the bugger, she'll get over it!"

If only life was that simple.

"I'll have to help her." said Martin thoughtfully, then grinned, "Hey, but
I don't half feel a lot better now he's gone. Anyway let's move on, wot did
we come here for, you'd never told me!"

"You ain't guessed!" said Nigel grinning. "Surely.."

Art interrupted, "Sorry Nige, but first I need some help, `cause I'm really
in deep shit."

"Nothing new there! You're always in the bloody shit!" replied Nigel
grinning, "Wot now then? You mean about what you said on the `phone?"

"Yer, right on. "Art looked at Martin, "Well I don't `spose you know about
having me pants pinched do you?"

"Wot yer underpants? No, not really," Martin looked intrigued, "hey, is
that why you had none on in the bog the other day then?"

"Yer. That's right." Art looked hopefully at Nigel, "Did you manage
anything Nige?"

He rummaged in both trouser pockets and from each he produced a pair of
tired looking white briefs!

"Wot the fuck!" Martin giggled, "Wot..."

Nigel tried to explain without laughing himself, but failed. He paused and
started again.

"See Mart, young Art here is under a death threat from his darling
mummy. It's `cause he's such a messy fuckin' bugger and he's fuckin'
hopeless at looking after himself... and he don't wash himself or his
clothes!"

Art nodded in agreement although he did look rather ashamed at the very
accurate description.

Nigel went on, "Somebody has nicked all his pants... but we don't know who
or why! And he has to put something in the wash this very afternoon or
mummy is gonna cut his little spunky balls off... isn't she Art?"

Art nodded. "Yer. And she would!"

Martin was now giggling, "I think I see... so you're lending him some pants
to help him out. That right?"

"Yer. Got it!" said Nigel, "There're my old ones."

Art butted in, "Hey but Nige, I haven't told you this `cause it's got
worse... she thinks that I've got about five pairs all waiting to be
washed..."

"Oh. Fuck!" Nigel was laughing, "But I've only brought you two, it's all I
got!"

Art was certainly more forward than backward. Quick as a flash he had the
answer.

"Well... uuumm... couldn't I like borrow the ones you two are wearing
now... that would make four and... if put in the pair I use as me...
ummmm," he blushed, "me errrr, cumrag well that'll be the five!"

Martin looked at Nigel. Nigel looked at Martin and they both looked at Art
before dissolving into laughter.

Outside Alex looked at Simon in disbelief.

"Is he really your brother?" he mouthed trying very hard not to laugh out
loud.

Simon nodded, his hand over his mouth. This was absurd even by Art's
standards.

"You stupid fucker! So you'd wear yer cumrag!" said Nigel in
amazement. "Well, only and only... if you promise to let me have `em back
straight after she's washed 'em... they're some me good ones! Martin, will
you do it as well?"

Martin was still laughing, "Yer, you've both helped me. Right, but only
`cause I got old ones on. I gotta have `em back as well or mum will have
me, she's so particular over me clothes and Art did stick a finger through
me new blue ones!"

Art looked so relieved it was untrue, "Oh fuck, thanks! You've saved me
life, she would have killed me. I ain't joking. Here, wot can I do to make
up?"

Nigel looked at Martin, "Well I reckon he could take 'em off us himself if
he needs 'em that bad! Hey, Mart?"

Martin's face lit up. How he now loved to be handled by another boy.

"So you ain't wearing any today either then Art?" asked Nigel looking at
him.

"No." replied Art, screwing his face up, "And these cheap fuckin' jeans are
so rough me ass feels like it's been fuckin' sandpapered!"

"Well, I hope it's fuckin' clean!" responded Nigel grinning.

To which Art naively, but very proudly replied, "Well I'm having me bath
tonight... `cause it's Sunday."

"Wot, whether or not you need it you mean?" asked Nigel trying to keep a
straight face.

Art nodded, not seeing the joke!

"Hey don't forget to wash the sticky tide mark off after you've..." said
the fastidious Martin before doubling up with laughter.

Outside on the grass even Alex and Simon had grasped Art's unwitting remark
and thought Nigel's reply very funny. Simon was now biting on his dirty
handkerchief in a desperate bid to stop himself laughing out loud as he
pictured Art bathing his sore bum in the bath whilst the blobs of cum
floated serenely all around him.

"Want to go first Mart?" Asked Nigel nodding towards Art now playing with
his cock through his pockets, "Look at the dirty fucker, he can't wait get
your trousers off!"

After the trauma of previous days events and the fact Martin was still very
conscious of having the smallest cock he hesitated at first, but had
thought up something to help alleviate his worry.

"Well on the way here I had this idea," he said, "since we was coming here
to..."

"Go on! Wank?" said Art quickly, but very hopefully.

"Shut up," said Nigel giggling, "let him finish."

"Well, I thought up a little game!" said Martin. Reaching in his pocket he
produced a coin. "There's three of us, so if we toss..."

"Toss, isn't that the same as wanking?" interrupted Art licking his lips.

"Shut up! If we toss for it," continued Martin, "there's bound to be like
two heads and one tail or something... so the odd one out gets to be
undressed by the other two..."

"Oooh... fuck, I'm gonna like this!" said Nigel. He eagerly rubbed his
already bulging trousers.

"Then, out the two of us left who ever makes the first wrong call get's
undressed by the other two and..."

"Who ever is last gets all his clothes ripped off, wanked over and his ass
poked!" said Art giggling. "I want to poke his ass!"

"Think about it, Art," said Nigel, "you could end up poking yer own ass!"

"But I do that already!" he said trying to keep a straight face.

"You dirty fucker, you fuckin' would!" said Martin laughing, "Well, shall
we give it a go?"

"Yer. Fuckin' right! Let's get on with it, here just give us the money!"
said Art excitedly grabbing the coin out of Martin's hand and throwing it
in the air.

It landed with a spinning motion and then fell over. Art stared down at the
dusty floor and declared "It's heads. I got heads. Go on Nige your turn."

Nigel picked it up looked at the other two as he flipped it in the
air. Eventually it stopped rolling and toppled over in the dust on the
floor. All three peered at it.

"Tails!" said Nigel excitedly, "This is a bloody good game you thought up
Mart... I just I hope get to take your trousers off! I like your little
cock!"

"So do I!" Martin grinned, picked up the coin and tossed it in the
air. They watched in silence as it rolled around and gracefully fell over
only just missing a gap between floor boards.

"This is it then." said Martin. He looked down and then grinned,
"It's... heads!"

"Shit," said Nigel, "looks like you get to undress me!"

Art needed no second bidding and was already on the job. He told Martin to
go for the front whilst held the struggling Nigel from behind. Art pushing
his hard cock into Nigel's ass as his grubby fingers started feeling under
the shirt and rubbing his tender nipples which started Nigel giggled
uncontrollably. With trembling hands Martin stood in front of Nigel and
tentatively ran his hands around his waist, finishing at the clasp of his
old trousers. For him this was an incredible feeling, to actually be
undressing a more than willing boy and not in one of his fantasies. They
were virtually face to face, Nigel made eye contact and purposely
maintained it so Martin had little choice but to undo the his trousers by
feel.

Martin's own cock was absolutely rigid with excitement as he tugged at
Nigel's zip. Seconds later the trousers were lying crumpled at Nigel's feet
leaving him standing in a pair of white briefs, the pouch bellying out
under the pressure of a fat, heavy cock. The material below the waistband
was rapidly becoming soaked with precum.

"Don't do any more, Mart. If you do he'll cum all over you!" said Art,
carefully watching every move, "See, he makes precum by the fuckin' gallon
the lucky sod.!"

Reluctantly Martin stood back and Art released Nigel as well. It was quite
evident that all three boys were in accord that there was nothing as
exciting as seeing a boy who had been forceably undressed. Nigel was very
aroused standing there in his underpants, his shirt partly undone and his
trousers around his ankles.

"Fuck me!" said Art squeezing his jeans, "Wot a fucking game this is!"

"Well who's bloody go is it now?" said Nigel, putting his hand down the
front of this briefs, "Ooh me cock, it's getting desperate!"

"I'll call, you flip it." said Martin to Art. The coin spun through the air
and landed on the floor.

"Me flip? You dirty sod!" Art giggled then looked down, "Well Mart you
call, go on."

"Heads." said Martin.

Art grinned, "You bugger you got it right! Come on do it for me."

Martin spun the coin, it glinted as it came to rest in the one patch of
sunlight shining through the dirty window onto the dusty floor.

Art said, "Heads..."

Martin paused then grinned and shook his head. "Nope!"

"For fucks sake!" said Nigel, his hand still down the front of his
briefs. "Hurry up!"

Art grabbed at the coin, looked at Martin and spun it.

"Heads again!" said Martin before the coin had even landed.

Art looked down, his turn to grin, "Tails! Time to get you undressed!"

Martin had no chance of resisting. Art had his trousers undone and down
around his knees in no time. Nigel stood behind and was ramming his slimy
briefs into Martin's ass so that the rear of Martin's own clothes were now
wet with his precum. Art meanwhile had moved in so close that standing face
to face with Martin their crutches were touching every time Nigel pushed
him from behind. The seminal pressure was mounting for Art, the inside of
his jeans were now in a dreadful state and he couldn't stem the flow of
precum. In the excitement even Martin was now producing sufficient blobs of
precum to make his own pants wet. Something that he very rarely did and was
now secretly very proud of.

It was Nigel who realised that the proceeding ought to slow down to allow
for Art to be undressed before things went too far.

"Oi, break it off Art, we gotta get you undressed yet and we don't wanna
cum before that do we?"

"Shit!" replied Martin, "I'm so close!"

"You and me both!" said Art giggling again "I won't last long. Fuckin'
hurry up!"

Wearing nothing but their shirts and briefs Nigel turned to Martin and
nodded towards Art, "D'you want to do it? I'll just hold him for you."

"Yeah! Please!" replied Martin excitedly, "You sure?"

"I've seen it all before... you have a go. But watch out he don't cover you
in spunk!" said Nigel laughing. "He's done that before!"

Outside, Alex and Simon were totally spell bound by what they had been
hearing!

Simon in just couldn't believe it was his own brother he looked at Alex in
amazement and whispered in his ear, "Wot a dirty fucker.. I never thought
anything like this!"

In turn Alex whispered, "No chance we can see anything is there?"

Simon shook his head, "No. How? Still we can hear it, fuckin' exciting
isn't it? That Art is dirty bugger isn't he? D'you know me cock is so hard,
it'll never go down!"

"I know, so's mine." replied Alex putting his hand on Simon's
shorts. "Would you... ummm you know... finish what you started earlier?"

Simon grinned and nodded, "You dirty sod! But you gotta be quiet, I know
they're making lot of noise but we still gotta be careful."

Alex asked, "How though? You'd better not undress me in case we gotta make
a run for it."

Simon though for a minute, it was an opportunity not to be missed.

"Yer, look if I sit here like this with me legs out front and... ummm, you
lie on yer tummy in front and wrap yer legs around me waist... and pull
yerself on top of me cock, yer bum will be about right!"

"I get it!" Alex replied and nodded frantically in agreement. He liked the
sound of close contact!

"Gawd, you're keen!" said Simon grinning, "I reckon this will work if I can
get me hand up yer shorts and then find that nicely washed bum of yours !"

"I wish I hadn't told you about washing me bum!" said Alex wrapping his
legs around Simons thin waist. "Oh fuck Simon, I can feel your hard willy
poking mine!"

"I won't tell about yer bum, promise!" he replied pushing his crutch up
against Alex's. "And, don't go on about me willy poking you or I'll start
laughing!"

With that he pushed his hand down the front of his briefs to rearrange his
hard cock and took the opportunity to poke a finger up though the layers of
clothing to touch what he assumed was Alex's cock!

Alex groaned quietly and then felt two hands rubbing his buttocks, he
ground his prick hard into Simon's crutch.

Simon leant forward and whispered, "If I can... will you let me make you
cum?"

"Yes!" Alex nodded and closed his eyes and started to enjoy the
massage. However, he soon opened them again when he realised the hands were
now massaging inside the legs of his shorts. He trembled with excitement.

Simon also had a plan and had pushed one hand slowly up either leg. Once
inside his right hand burrowed down and outside Alex's briefs to end up
cupping his prick through the thin cotton. Meanwhile, his left hand had
found it's way under the elastic of the leg opening and was now
tantalisingly going up and down tracing Alex's hot crack.

"Hey! You still wearing them Wolsey pants I pinched off Art?" whispered
Simon excitedly.

Alex turned his head, he smiled. "Yer, I washed 'em and they're the best
got! Me mum still don't know!"

Simon bit his lip. "Ummm... shame."

Alex replied, "Don't start me off, just get yer hands up! Please!"

Simon grinned. This was going to be fun.

Back in the shed Martin was really proud of himself. For once his briefs
were actually showing a large wet patch and with his foreskin drawn back
the purple head of his cock was showing through the translucent
material. He knew he would never get to Nigel's proportions but for the
first time in his life he felt and thought he looked like his peers.

Getting more and more excited at the prospect of stripping Art he moved
towards him, "Come on Nige, lets get 'em off him!"

"Yeah." said Nigel, "I wanna to see that sore ass of your's Art!"

"Fuck off!"

"Mart let's strip him!" cried Nigel and suddenly grabbed Art from behind.

With his own experience of being stripped the thought of now undressing Art
was pushing Martin to a sexual high. He started to untie Art's shoes but
found in his excitement he was just fumbling about and ended up just
roughly pulling them off to expose the holes in his socks!

"We want him naked... don't mess about!" said Nigel. "That's it, just pull
'em off!"

"Which bit shall I do next? Shall I..." said Martin looking longingly at
Art's protruding fly.

"Mart, I don't care! Just fuckin' get on with it!" said Art who now
giggling again, "and Nige you can let me go `cause I can't keep this up
much longer and I ain't gonna struggle! You can do what you want with me!"

"There you are Mart, ain't he good to you?" said Nigel and winked, "You can
do it all now mate, have a treat. I've done it before and know what to
expect! But don't let him shoot cum over you!"

With that Nigel put his hand back down the front of his pants and sat on an
upturned bucket leaving Martin to fulfil one of his more recent and most
erotic bedtime fantasies.

The button and the zip were soon undone. Martin folded back the top of the
jeans as though he was unwrapping a precious antique. When he saw the slimy
mess inside he just stared in amazement. Obviously Art had been busy making
serious deposits of precum for most of the afternoon on top of the previous
two days worth which had dried to a nice crust!

"Look.. Nige.. fuck! Dirty sod."

Nigel got up, and looked. Even he was surprised by the sight and adopted
his best teachers voice which was somewhat incongruous considering what he
was wearing and where his hand was!

"Arthur Weldon you are dirtiest little boy I know! Wot have you been doing?
Is it those naughty things in your jeans again? Where are your pants?"

Red in the face but giggling Art nodded. He knew he was mess.

"Well, what do think?" said Nigel turning to Martin, "This boy is just
disgusting! You ever seen anything like it before?"

"Unfortunately not!" said Martin before starting to laugh and readjusting
his own straining prick through his wet briefs.

In his best teachers voice Nigel continued, "Well young Weldon I hope if
this is the front of your jeans that the ass part is not is similar state!
Is it?"

Blushing slightly Art replied, "I don't know, there's no cum there... but I
don't know wot else there might be..."  and then started giggling again.

Time for another one of Martin's fantasies.

"I think he needs a fuckin' good spanking!" said Martin suddenly.

That did it. The rise in the sexual temperature was almost palpable.

With his eyes glinting Nigel asked, "How? Wot! We ain't never done that!"

Martin grinned and sat down on the bucket. After all he was quite an expert
on this and knew if it was only a gentle spanking it could be incredibly
erotic for both parties.

"Pull his jeans down to his knees and lay him across my lap." he said to
Nigel.

This was a new situation and Art was worried, "You not going to hurt
me... promise."

"Don't be bloody silly!" said Martin, "it's ummm... a bit like horny play
acting!"

"I wanna see how sore his ass is!" said Nigel. He quickly pulled Art's
jeans down to his knees and then bent down to inspect his white spotty bum
cheeks!

"Well?" said Art feeling Nigel's hot breath on his bum.

"Yer, you got some red marks, they do rub. And it looks clean," he looked
over to Martin and giggled, "must be the fuckin' sandpaper!"

"Bring him here," said Martin from cloud nine. He patted his knee
expectantly, just as his cock expectantly delivered up another drop of
precum.

This was indeed a whole new experience.

Outside, Simon currently had a finger in Alex's bum. He was also humping
himself onto the back of his own hand which was encased in Alex's shorts
and in turn was gently rubbing the length of Alex's cock.

"Ready?" Martin looked down and lovingly patted Art's spotty buns.

The boys were really very excited. Martin really was in imminent danger of
cumming in his pants and he hadn't even started the spanking yet. That
first gentle slap produced a grunt of delight from Art and over the next
three slaps Martin thought he had got the touch about right.

Nigel was rubbing his ever dribbling cock though his wet briefs and
wondering if he could try both giving and receiving! This looked such a
turn on. But he knew it was Martin's show and after what the poor boy had
just been through it seemed ideal therapy!

"Is yer ass OK, Art?" asked Martin pausing. He shuffled on the bucket to
try to ease the pressure on his painful erection now caught in the fly of
his briefs.

Art's ass was turning a nice healthy pink colour. He replied very
excitedly, "Jesus, Mart I never though being punished would be so fuckin
horny! Please, more, more!"

"Hold on, I'm just gonna check... uummm..." Martin was desperately trying
to hold himself back from cumming. He had now arrived at the crucial the
point in his bedtime fantasy when he would invariably cum in his
pyjamas. Could he move to the next scene?

This was the hottest thing Nigel had seen and was watching every move like
a hawk. By now the material of his briefs was stretched to breaking
point. One hand was down the front rubbing the head of his cock and the
other hand was unashamedly pushed down the back so he could finger his own
bum.

"Just checking!" continued Martin not really sure what he was checking! It
was a chance to pause to contain any thoughts of premature ejaculation
until he had at least got his hand between Art's legs.

"Fucking hell! Be careful... I can't last! Fuckin' hurry up!" was Art's
reaction. He felt deliciously helpless restrained in that position with his
jeans around his ankles.

His hand was now between Art's legs, Martin brought it up fondle the end of
Art's ever drooling prick in the palm of his hand.

"You gotta go... fuckin' easy.. or I'm gonna cum!" Art barely managed to
say the sentence before he shuddered and deposited several more blobs
directly into Martin's sticky hand.

"I'll try... hey, Nigel is right, your ass is a bit sore from those jeans."
said Martin. Yes, he had miraculously managed to move onto the next chapter
of his bedtime fantasy without cumming!

"Mmmmmhhhh..."

He slowly withdrew his hand, "Shall I rub it better?"

"Mmmmmmhhhh... me ass... oh yer!" grunted Art. "Fuck!"

He felt Martin's hand pressing on his bum cheeks and was surprised that
Martin was now using a lotion. It was of course his own precum of which
there was a plentiful supply!

Nigel caught Martin's eye and grinned, "Want any more?"

Martin smiled and nodded.

Nigel got up and walked slowly over, his cock head was simply leering out
of the fly of his briefs. As usual his foreskin was overflowing with precum
and dribbling down the thick shaft to the already saturated pouch.

Martin stared at it wistfully, his own modest offering oozed another little
drop in sympathy. Why couldn't he have been born with something like that
or at least be able to produce precum in those incredible quantities!

Standing above Nigel simply flicked his cock up and down and emptied the
contents of his foreskin all over Art's pink bum and Martin's hand. Warm
precum was now everywhere and slithering down into the bottom of Art's
crack.

The sight and feel of that was pretty much the catalyst for all that
followed.

"I can't last much longer!" gasped Martin and swallowed hard. He looked up
at Nigel who was waving a finger in the air and pointing at Art's ass.

"Neither can I!" said Nigel grinning and waving his finger, "Do it, fuckin'
stick it in!"

"Fuckin' hurry up..." cried Art from between Martin's white legs and
unaware of the impending digit, "Spank me again... please... now quick
before I cum!"

Nigel was shaking with excitement as Martin brought his hand down three
times in quick succession onto Art's well rounded buttocks. Awash with
Nigel's precum Martin's hand was splattering it everywhere and it was
obviously stinging when it made contact with the wet skin.

Art cried out, "Fuck that hurts you... you... "

He never got to finish the sentence. Martin couldn't resist any longer and
without any warning after the final smack rammed his index finger right up
to the knuckle into Art's cum filled bumhole. Roughly working the finger
around as though he was stirring a pudding it quickly became two fingers
and then three. All well lubricated with Nigel's constant supply of hot
precum.

For several seconds Art simply groaned in delight then started to violently
shake before appearing to try to hump Martin's legs. His prostate was
responding on cue and a torrent of cum erupted from his straining testicles
to shoot over Martin's legs and torso. The heady combination of smell,
sight and feel was too much for Martin. Understandably, by then he wasn't
taking much in anyway and hadn't noticed that Art had gone limp across
him. In his sexual frenzy he grabbed wildly at his cock which had already
begun to produce squirt after squirt of cum into his briefs.

Standing above and watching Nigel couldn't contain himself any longer. He
was furiously masturbating. Strings of precum were dangling down from his
angry looking cock all over Martin's hand which was still buried in Art's
bum. Then, just as Martin was shuddering with the remnants of his own
orgasm Nigel climaxed and shot one of his enormous loads all over Art's
back, legs and Martin's chest.

On the other side of the timber shed wall the two younger boys had been
listening virtually open mouthed to what must have been the sex education
lesson of their lives! Alex's craving to have his bum explored had been
satisfied earlier although the position had proved so uncomfortable they
were now sat side by side with their shorts pulled down but still in their
underpants. Listening to all that had been happening in the voices in the
shed they had been trying to emulate what had been going on! Naturally,
that involved groping each other through their pants!

After all the attention Alex's cock was now quite sore as Simon had been
pounding away at it non stop. He had finally made Alex cum in his pants
whilst being finger fucked at the same time. After they had changed
position Simon couldn't resist getting his hand inside Alex's briefs yet
again and managed after some further energetic rubbing to get him to climax
a second time. Alex was quite proud of the fact that his pants we still a
tiny bit damp from his two orgasms although the second was more of a dry
climax.

Simon although still unable to ejaculate had the advantage of being able to
have multiple dry orgasms. The first was when he was humping his hand with
Alex on top. That had been followed by another three orgasms caused by Alex
rubbing him through his pants. However, there was price to be paid for the
four orgasms, as his cock was now feeling very raw indeed. It looked very
red particularly around the base of the head and was rapidly becoming
painfully sore even to the lightest touch.

"Well I hope you were right..." said Martin dreamily. Blinking, he looked
down to see his finger was still in Art's white bum. It felt warm and very
slippery.

"Wot about..." grunted Art very slowly coming back to life having almost
passed out with the excitement.

"About yer ass being clean!"

"Me ass... clean... wot? Why?"

Art struggled to open his eyes and was surprised to find himself face down
looking down to a dirty floor. All he could see were Martin's white legs
and blobs of cum.

"Fuckin' hell, wot's happened!"

"I think you over wanked and passed out!" said Nigel grinning. He was now
leaning against the wall and looking quite exhausted himself!

"Fuck!" Art was shocked. Patently this wasn't some sort of wonderful
fantasy ending to a wet dream he had been having. It had all been for real!

"Yer ass, it's clean! I still got me fingers in it!" Martin replied
giggling. He was now out of step with the rest of the conversation and
still captivated by Art's bumhole.

To prove the point he wiggled the finger to the accompaniment of some
slurping noises.

"Fuckin' hell!" cried Art. He reached down for his long suffering
cock. "Keep doing it Mart, I reckon I can cum again!"

"Wot... yer fuckin' joking!" said Nigel, "You're gonna wank yourself to
death!"

"You mean it?" asked Martin his eyes now wide open in disbelief.

"Fuckin' right... oh fuckin' hell it's all gone sticky, y'know!" Art pulled
his hand away, looked at it and spat heavily in the palm before wrapping it
back around his cock.

"Oohh that's better!" he said grinning, "Mart wack me ass.. please!"

"I'll do it, can I?" said Nigel moving back over.

Martin grinned, "Yer, why not! Art, just don't do anything we're swopping
over!"

Before Art had even realised what was happening to him Nigel had lifted him
off Martin and quickly sat down on the bucket with Art over his lap.

"That's better," said Martin rubbing him bottom, "that bloody bucket was
killing me ass!"

Nigel grinned, "My turn now I'm gonna kill both our asses! That right Art?"

"Wot..." his reply was cut short as Nigel's hand landed the first blow on
his bottom.

"Hey, hold on!" said Martin excitedly, "I got an idea... Art's gonna have
our pants now isn't he to take home, yer?"

Nigel nodded, "And..."

Well," said Martin pulling down his cum soaked briefs to reveal his still
very erect cock, "well, let's dress him with these now and you can spank
him in them!"

Nigel's face lit up. "You really are a dirty little fucker you.. look at
your cock! I'll bet you fuckin' wank thinking about this every fuckin'
night... don't you?"

Martin blushed, then grinned, "Might do! Why not!"

"You're as bad as we are!" said Nigel. "Right, I'll hold him you put 'em on
him!"

"Yer, wot's going on!" exclaimed Art. He felt his legs being pulled around
and was still not entirely with matters.

Martin's eager hands managed to grope their way all around his bum and cock
as he pulled the briefs right up into Art's crack.

"Ooohh fuck me!" moaned Art, "Ooohhh these pants are all sort of warm and
sticky... oohhh fuck!"

As exciting as this was inside, outside the shed Alex was nudging Simon and
pointing to his watch.

"Simon, it's four o'clock." he whispered, "I gotta go `cause by the time
I've cycled home it's gonna be tea time and I don't want to be late `cause
me grans coming over."

Simon nodded and reluctantly agreed, "I'll come with you then, so I'll get
home before Art as well."

"They should have started earlier!" said Alex, "Cor, I'd love to see it,
wouldn't you?"

Simon nodded, rubbed his cock and put a hand on Alex's shoulder, "Never
mind, we've had fun haven't we?"

Alex grinned.

The boys crept quietly away and were soon back on the road. Walking back to
Simon's house the discussed the afternoons incredible activities and what
poor Tom had missed! They also discovered after a very short that the
excessive abuse made walking quite painful as their sore cocks were now
rubbing inside their briefs. Alex was not particularly looking forward to
cycling home knowing that in addition his bum hadn't quite recovered from
Simon's extensive finger activities!

Meanwhile, the shed had now sprouted wings and transformed into itself
flagellistic heaven.

Both Art and Nigel had really taken to spanking! Big time!

Much to Art's delight Nigel was rhythmically, but gently smacking the pink
buns now nicely visible though the cum soaked briefs. His free hand was
alternating between wanking himself and then Art by rubbing their cocks
with the cum soaked material. As usual Nigel was producing enough precum
for the three of them! His own briefs were now saturated and the entire
pouch translucent. The excess he was scooping up and dabbing onto the front
of what were Martin's briefs to use as lubricant to wank Art with!

Such a truly inspirational sight did not go not unnoticed by the once shy
Martin who was now crouching down in front of Art. Drooling saliva, Art's
lips were wrapped around the spongy head of Martin's sore cock whilst his
tongue toyed with the wrinkled folds of his foreskin. His eyes closed and
now totally bereft of all inhibitions Martin was energetically fingering
his own bum as Art eagerly sucked.

As before when in the company of Art and Nigel, it didn't take Martin long
before he was on the verge of another orgasm. Within seconds he was
uncontrollably ramming his cock down Art's throat, inadvertently though he
pressed his cockhead against Art's tonsils causing him to gag. The
immediate reaction was to try to push Martin away. But, by now unable to
control himself Martin had started ejaculating again and was blasting his
hot cum down the back of Art's throat. His cock wildly jerking about
slipped out of Art's mouth and smeared it's final trickles of cum through
Art's hair. At which point Martin lost his balance and rolled backwards on
the dirty floor with his legs in the air to offer a perfect view of the two
fingers still in his bum.

The entire performance had taken barely a minute. Nigel's own cock had been
flooding his briefs for the second time whilst he just stared open mouthed
at the sight of Martin rolling around in the dirt whilst still fingering
his ass. It was as though nothing could now stop Martin getting a finger up
somebody or anybody!

It appeared Nigel was the only one still conscious, he looked around. Art
was still slumped across his knees, his buttocks bright red from the
spanking, his face and hair covered in cum with his right hand still
enmeshed in what were Martin's briefs. From the cum now seeping through the
thin cotton and hanging in long strings onto the floor it certainly looked
as though he had also cum again!

Likewise, Martin looked in a dreadful state. Curled up where he had fallen
and breathing very heavily he had managed to keep one twitching finger in
his bumhole! The bad news was that he was literally plastered in dirt from
the floor which had stuck to the cum which had been sprayed around all
afternoon.

"Fuck me!" Nigel sighed.

The question he was asking himself was how on earth were they going to make
themselves look presentable enough to go home and face their parents? All
of which, understandably took a pride in their offspring's appearance!

He slapped Art on the bottom and said, "Come on you dirty fucker, you gotta
get up... now!"

"Oooww! That hurt!" cried Art and all but falling on the floor with the
surprise.

With some effort he managed to stand and leant against the shed wall. The
cum from inside his briefs now slowing dribbling down the inside of his
legs. Making a poor effort to wipe it off he realised all he had done was
cover his hands with it!

Looking at them in disgust he plaintively said, "Oh fuck Nige, wot have we
done now? We done it again!"

"We made a right fuckin' mess that's wot! And look at that poor bugger!"
said Nigel slowing getting up from the bucket and pointing towards
Martin. The only part of him moving appeared to be his eyes!

"Right." said Nigel starting to remove his sodden briefs, "Here's wot we
do."

Martin watched as Nigel's cock swung into view. Still engorged with blood
but not erect it swung between his legs like pendulum, cum still dripping
out of the foreskin. Martin looked down at his own feeble offering, now
shrunken and coated with drying cum and dirt. He reasoned with himself it
was meant to be, but it obviously wasn't!

"Wot shall I do?" asked Art plaintively sounding more than a little in need
of some direction.

"You're gonna put these pants on over wot you got on already," replied
Nigel, "how else you gonna get 'em home without covering everything in
cum?"

Art though for a minute then his eyes lit up, "Cor, fuckin' horny!"

"Yer. And you ain't got to worry about the inside of yer jeans `cause
they're already covered in it!" added Nigel sniggering.

Martin started to try to stand up but his legs felt like rubber. Eventually
he pulled himself up and leant against the wall. Attentively he watched
Nigel finish helping Art to struggle into the wet briefs and pull them up
over his own.

Nigel stood back by Martin to admire his handiwork.

"You all right Mart?"

"Bit wobbly, me cock feels as though it ain't never going up again!" said
Martin gently touching it. "Could I have hurt it?"

"Well... I'm getting another stiffy!" Art proudly announced and patted the
front of the briefs!

"For fucks sake! You dirty bastard!" said Nigel grinning, "Will you stop
thinking about wanking and come over and help Mart, look the poor kids
fucked!"

"Wish I was!"

"That's next time!" said Nigel, shaking the remaining drips of cum off his
cock. "Wot have we got to clean you up with, you can't go home like
this. Can you?"

"You're like a big brother!" said Martin. He smiled and looked up at him.

"You daft cunt!" replied Nigel. Maybe he was acting like big brother. What
a nice thing to say, he was really flattered. Unable to maintain eye
contact he looked away.

"Got an idea..." Art joined in, "I gotta wash them old pants you let me
have anyway Nige... so, why don't we use `em to clean him up and wipe the
dirt off?"

"So you're not just a nice cock in two pairs of cummy pants then?" replied
Nigel grinning, "And, you fuckin' thought that one up all by yer self!
Brilliant!"

Some fifteen minutes later three very tired and dishevelled boys emerged
into the sunlight from the shed and made their way back slowly to the road.

With his hair still stuck together with dried cum, Art was walked slowly
along with some difficulty. Not least because his buns were still very
tender from the spanking, his bumhole had been rather violently
invaded. Plus, his cock was feeling very sore and the two pairs of squelchy
briefs under his absorbent jeans were rapidly going cold, clammy and had
now started to stick to him.

Nigel was probably the most comfortable although that wasn't saying much as
for the first time he was realising what it was like not to wear any
underpants. Exciting it may have sounded, but after a few hundred yards he
soon found progress was hindered by his overworked cock which was either
being chaffed or stimulated towards yet another erection!

Martin didn't have quite the same problem since his penis was considerably
smaller, however he felt it just as uncomfortable. Particularly since the
rough rear seam of his trousers would occasionally cut into his over
stimulated bumhole and his foreskin felt as though it had somehow attached
itself to the bottom portion of his zip!

With their various aches and pains the walk home took considerably long
than they thought. However, it did give them the opportunity to dream up an
excuse as to their appearance and it would it matter if all their parents
were told the same thing!


Chap 24 to follow.