Date: Tue, 30 Jun 2009 16:33:52 +0100
From: T <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief Encounters chapter 30

Brief Encounters - the ever continuing saga... eekkk!

First the mandatory warnings and disclaimers - basically don't read this if
the naughty sexual exploits of young teenage schoolboys do not appeal. The
characters depicted are fictional and not intentionally based upon any one
person... although, if you do suddenly find yourself in the middle of the
story just think how lucky you are!

This is ostensibly a work of fiction, albeit with a few memories from my
own school days plus some of the many invariably unspoken fantasies which I
and my "best friends" would only ever rarely admit or allude to when we
were at that very special, trusting and certainly innocent age.

Today, it's very hard to imagine what it was like without the internet to
immediately help conjure up fantasies based on images, webcams, stories or
chat. Our sex lives were entirely dependant upon a very fervent imagination
and thus being able to create our own fantasies usually based on friends
and what we saw happening beneath the desk or in the changing rooms! I make
no excuses for the fact that underwear features prominently in this story,
because quite frankly it did, it was a very visible and tangible connection
between us and our ever developing fascination with sex! It's important to
remember that other than the very rare sexual extrovert, we never dared
mention the subject because we were just too embarrassed and nobody
understood what was happening to us anyway!

You might call it a story about the age of discovery - usually in bed - or
if you shared a bedroom with a brother, then discovery would be in the
bathroom!

Do note, at the time of writing the story itself is not finished and for
better or worse, it has now turned into a work of some length but I will
regularly post updates and there are more than enough pages written to keep
it going! Nifty require a text file so if the formatting or punctuation go
slightly up the creek you now know why! And, also during the writing for
various reason I have had to change character names, so I hope for
continuity they are now correct!

Finally, I hope you enjoy it and please, please do let me have any comments
or suggestions and for some of you I it might even jog a memory or two,
three if you are lucky... I would be intrigued to learn!

Tom email: amias09@fastmail.fm

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>>>>>>>> IMPORTANT >>>>>>> PLEASE NOTE... that for unknown reasons Mr Yahoo
has closed my old email account so all messages regarding the story are
lost!

So, please note the new email address and do make contact again - as ever
all comments welcome.

T
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Chapter 30 – Adoption and Operation Pants

"Hello.. Tom?"

Martin was standing by the entrance door to the hall, his bag between his
feet.  Tom was caught off guard and surprised to see him, he moved back
against the wall taking Alex with him.

"Oh... uumm.. hello."

"I was hoping to catch you."

Tom had that funny feeling again.

It was the same that had happened the first time he had met Martin and
although he knew he wanted to see him, he had been purposely avoiding
him. He didn't know why, neither he did know why he needed Alex so badly at
this moment. He pushed back into Alex and hoped that Martin didn't notice
when reached behind his back to hold his arm.

"This is my best mate Alex." It sounded rather stilted.

"Right, hello Alex." Martin smiled. This didn't sound like the friendly Tom
who had met the previous week, he seemed so distant that Martin was
beginning to regret even starting the conversation.

Alex grinned and quickly looked Martin up and down. For two years older he
wasn't much bigger than they were, in fact Alex thought he looked rather
sexy with his short hair and the wispy bit bum fluff on his top lip! Since
any involvement with girls was totally out of the question and the cute
Martin had offered himself it was no wonder Tom was getting confused. Alex
rather fancied him as a surrogate brother himself!

"Tom, are you all right?" Martin knew something was amiss.

"I've got yer ummm belt.." Tom started to say but stopped.

"Thanks." Martin moved closer, "Tom, what's wrong? I thought.. thought we
were gonna be friends."

"We are. I.. hope.. oh I.. don't know!" And that was the truth. He now had
a flutter of butterflies in his tummy. He squeezed Alex's arm in panic.

"Tom's had a bit of a funny week," said Alex cutting in, "but told me about
you.. said, you were really nice to him the other day... and, well we ain't
got no secrets."

"Umm.. nice.. wot? Oh, with Art and Nigel you mean?" Martin grinned. Nice
teeth.

"Wot, when we found him in his..." Martin stopped.

"Pants!" Alex, turning to Tom "He was a bit upset at that."

"It was an accident... really."

"Yer, we know that now, but you wouldn't have like to have been caught like
it would you?"

"No.. I'd have died!" Martin blushed.

"Right. Yer, as I said Tom and me we ain't got no secrets." Alex
repeated. He grinned disarmingly and drove the point fully home when he
added, "D'you Tom even knows I've got me new blue Y-fronts on today!"

"Snap! I've got them!" blurted out Martin inadvertently. "So... oh shit!
Wot am I saying!"

"See you ain't got so many secrets now! Nice pants though aren't they?"
Alex giggled, "Maybe we could see inside each others!"

Martin nodded and blushed again. Alex seemed so open and uncomplicated,
first he had put him on the back foot and now he was being propositioned!

"Martin, it's all right. This is just between us." Alex was very calmly
appearing to take control. "D'you remember what Tom said when you helped
him... about the brother bit.. and wanting to.. you know.. didn't you feel
his cock?"

Martin went red this time. He stuttered, "Oh shit! Yes.. he's even told you
that?"

"And," Alex tentatively touched the sleeve of Martin's blazer, "well, we've
talked about it and we'd both like you to be our friend."

Tom nodded looking very serious. Alex was doing this so well.

In their young minds this was all there was to it, it was just as simple as
telling Martin he had been adopted and they were sure he would agree to it!
They both wanted somebody a little older they could confide in and talk to
about growing up and of course sex. Also, they assumed all brothers played
with each other physically so Martin was definitely to be their choice of
big brother! It was settled, well at least in their minds!

Martin couldn't keep either the pretence of innocence or his physical
attraction to the younger boys up any longer. "Yes, I would. But we gotta
think this through. I'm older and.. that worries me... and.. we each have
our own friends and I don't want to uumm... upset mine.."

Tom suddenly let go of Alex and moved closer, "We know that... and well
uumm, we thought you could be like a sorta big brother to all of us."

"Me a big brother? Wot.. all of us? Wot.. who?" asked Martin wondering
whatever was coming next. What had started as his infatuation with one boy
was now rapidly escalating out of his control.

Tom just nodded again and smiled.

"Wot...  a brother? Oh fuck!" Martin looked worried, "We? Who's we?"

"Well, you know Alex now and then there's Simon."

"Wot! Art's little brother... wot, why?" Martin was on the verge of panic
and now very worried as this was all going wrong. Soon he'd end up with the
whole of the second year as his extended family!

"But you're younger and all that... oh I don't know... oh fuck!"

"Yeah, we know that! See, that's why we think you'd make nice brother! See,
simple innit? You've like done and know things we don't, see?" Alex
couldn't see a problem at all.

Tom's butterflies seemed to have flown away. Looking at Martin he grinned,
"But you, will you... won't you? I want you to.. we want you to.. please?
Then when we're like brothers we can do what brothers do to each other! You
know!"

"Yer." Martin swallowed hard, but at the same time the prospect did sound
like fun!

What had he got himself into? He couldn't escape the fact that lately he
had been fantasising about Tom whilst wanking. Looking down to avoid direct
eye contact he saw Tom's hand moving in his pocket, there was no doubt Tom
was attracted to him just as he was to Tom. His own cock was now growing
and badly needed rearranging in his briefs, something that didn't go
unnoticed by Alex who in turn nudged Tom.

Tom grinned, "See, we all want it? Bet we all got hard on's!"

Blushing yet again Martin chose his words carefully, "But, I can't think
properly in this short break standing here like a bloody doorstop... and I
gotta get me stuff ready for gym... can we talk at dinner break?"

"Yer." Tom nodded, not foreseeing any problems.

"Hey Tom!" Alex nudged him. Finally he had remembered what was supposed to
happen in the lessons after the break. "Tom we'd better hurry up and see
Simon... we got woodwork and that next!"

"Yer, oh fuck I nearly forgot." Tom picked up his bag, "See you later then
Mart."

"Yeah."

Martin nodded and bent down to get his bag, at least he would have chance
to talk to Art and Nigel that would help. For Tom and Alex the thought of
being gay had not even entered their minds, it was natural to be with other
boys, they always had. Martin, on the other hand had been querying his own
sexuality for some time and it was that aspect which was the root of his
concerns. He didn't think he was gay, but then he knew wouldn't admit to
himself anyway. Definitely food for thought.

Alex and Tom scooted off into the hall to find Simon before the lessons
started, in fact he saw them coming in and started to walk painfully over.

"Wot's up?" asked Tom giggling, "You're walking like you crapped yerself!"

"Fuck off!"

"Here, be quick before the bell!" Alex took over and forestalled what could
have been a long session of banter, "Now we gotta sort out Operation
Pants... how you gonna do this thing in the gym. Simon, wot you gonna carry
'em in?"

He rummaged about in his school bad and showed them an old blue duffle bag,
"This! It's from me junior school days."

"Great." said Tom, "Now where you gonna hide it, when it's full?"

"Thought I'd just sorta hang it up on me peg, there's lots of other things
left there. Then put it in me proper bag and take it home."

"Now, I thought if we set our watches, like in all the fuckin' war films,"
said Tom looking at his Timex watch, "It's ummm ten twenty five.. Simon you
got that... so set yer watch and then we will both go out for a pee at
eleven o'clock."

"Will they let you out together?"

"You silly sod Alex, I got woodwork and Simon's got bleeding
metalwork... so the teachers won't know will they!"

"Oh shit, I forgot that!" said Alex, "You are so fuckin' clever!"

Tom beamed. "I know!"

"Wot you gonna do with the pants when you get 'em home then?" asked Alex.

A rather silly question really!

"He's gonna wank fuckin' himself silly over 'em isn't he!" said Tom
giggling as he stated the very obvious!

"Yer, why not!" said Simon adding proudly, "And, I can cum now... last
night! First time!"

"Wot? Fuckin' great!" said Alex smiling. "Nice."

"Great! You couldn't have cum at a better time!" said Tom giggling, "We
gotta see it soon, hey Alex?"

Alex nodded, something to look forward to.

"But..." said Simon slightly blushing, " I fuckin' over did it and me cocks
so bloody sore I can't touch it!"

Both Tom Alex started to giggle, a couple of other boys looked round.

"How times?" Tom whispered. "You know once you can make the stuff you can't
keep doing like before.. it's ain't the same and it don't keep going, it
won't work!"

"I've found that out!" Simon pulled a face "Five! And three times this
morning!"

Tom and Alex both burst out laughing and were eventually joined by the
embarrassed Simon who did appreciate the joke even if it was at his own
expense!

The laughter was soon cut short by the lesson bell.

"No more wanking!" said Tom giggling as he poked Simon in the ribs, "And
it's eleven o'clock in the craft block bog... don't be late and don't
forget yer fuckin' bag!"

Martin had been talking to Art and Nigel during the break. Between the
three of them they had agreed that if the younger boys really did want to
befriend Martin and he was happy to do so then why not. As Nigel had sagely
pointed out Martin only lived once and should take the opportunity, if that
was what he wanted. Nigel frankly admitted he wouldn't hesitate to get
inside a younger boys pants if he was invited and Art said much the same
knowing Martin wouldn't hurt anybody, let alone Simon. One thing was
certain, he didn't want let on that he was now quite literally into his
younger brothers underwear himself, especially if he was still in it!

Eleven o'clock and Tom was rather nervously on his way to the boys toilet,
he looked back and grinned at Alex as he left the woodwork shop.

Should he get stopped going to the gym he had already concocted an excuse
about going to find some shorts lost after the previous day's PE lesson and
hoped it would suffice. Simon was on time and walked slowly in clutching
the old duffle bag, his sore cock was still rubbing in his briefs and
definitely hindering progress.

"Let's hope we don't get caught." said Tom grinning, "Because if we gotta
run with you and yer cock like that we've fuckin' had it!"

"Fuck off!" said Simon, "Hey... d'you want to see it?"

"Oh yer!" said Tom, "Thought you'd never ask.. it'll only take a few secs
won't it?"

"It's less painful if I drop things and don't pull it out!" said Simon
unzipping his shorts and pulling both them and his ubiquitous white
Woollies briefs down to his knees. That exposed in all it's glory, his now
rather shrunken, floppy and very sore looking circumcised boyhood.

"Shit! It's all red and horrible," said Tom peering closely, "Wot have you
done to it?"

"Silly innit," said Simon despondently, "me first day when I can wank
proper and I nearly broke the fuckin' thing!"

"It'll get better... but you ought to leave it for couple of day like." Tom
smiled patted him on the shoulder, "Why's yer pants all pink.. wot's that
then, you some new ones as well?"

"Oh fuck are they! No! Not pink! Me mum will know then! Fuck! No!" he
looked at them and then scrabbled to pull his shorts up with touching the
offending member. He had obviously heeded Art's dire, if not considerably
enhanced, warning about his mother's spot checks!

"Oh fuck.. that hurts!"

This was not Simon's finest hour. Tom grinned and shoved him down the
corridor towards the changing room. Creeping up to the door they both
listened attentively for any sound of noise.

"Come on," whispered Tom looking at his watch, "if we don't do it now we'll
never `cause we'll have to go back."

Simon nodded and very gently pushed open the door. The room was obviously
empty other than the smell of adolescent boys and sweat. Inside there were
benches and hooks around the walls with two rows of back to back benches
separated by a heavy wire mesh with hooks above running down the centre.

"Shit!" said Tom looking around, "How big is this class... there's fuckin'
loads of clothes! Here, look in their trousers that where most kids hide
their pants.. I do!"

"Fuck! Well, let's get fuckin' going," said Simon heading down the aisle
and randomly grabbing anything that looked like underwear. "I'm not taking
Art's stuff, he got too much on in his head! I'm looking out for his bag."

"Well bloody hurry up!" Tom's courage was rapidly deserting him, "I know
that Martin's got them blue Y-fronts with the white bits, but I ain't
taking them neither. I'll bet they're next to each other.. wot's Nigel wear
then?""

"Dunno.. just look for something covered in spunk!" Simon replied
giggling. "Good.. I just found Art's bag.. and here's some blue Y-fronts,
they'd be Martins.. OK? Yer?"

Tom was rushing up and down the benches grabbing anything that resembled
that looked underpants and stuffing them into Simon's bag.

"Yer, reckon we done most of the room let's get the fuck out of here!" said
Tom, "Or we're gonna get caught!"

It was amazing how many pairs of underpants they had collected in less than
a minute! Simon was more than happy since his fantasy of being in bed with
a veritable multitude of used boys underpants was going to come true!
Inevitably, considering the circumstances, they both had raging erections
the downside being that Simon's was hurting like hell. Stuffing the last
rather piss stained pair of Wolsey-X briefs into the bulging duffle bag
Simon jerked on the cord to close the bag and promptly snapped it!

"Oh fuck!"

"You don't know yer own fuckin' strength!" said Tom giggling, "Let's get
out of here!"

Clutching the bag to his chest Simon followed Tom out of the door to
safety.

Heading up the corridor and just thinking they had got away with it they
heard heavy adult sized footsteps, it had to be a teacher. They stopped
dead looked at each other in panic, the door to their right was their only
chance.

"Ah, boys I wasn't told you were going to join us? Looks like you have
brought your own material as well!"

"Umm... oh!" Tom had gone in first and Simon was now rather comically
peering around him, his face a study in abject horror.

They were in the sewing room surrounded by a class of giggling third year
girls who, being somewhat more advanced sexually welcomed the sight of
boys. Just as thirteen year old boys had erections and thoughts of other
boys, fourteen year old girls in their regulation green grammar school
knickers were often quite moist thinking of boys. The comments rained down
thick and fast.

"Isn't the little one cute!"

"Wonder what he'd be like in long trousers?"

"I got a brother like him!"

"Psst.. looks like he's got a little stiffy!"

"Oh, now he's gone all shy."

"Wot's in the bag?"

"I look up me brother shorts!"

"D'you reckon he can?"

"Dunno, he ain't very big!"

"I've heard me brother at it!"

"Enough, girls that's enough.. boy's I think you have the wrong room.. now
out!"

"Sorry Miss.." before the teacher could even enquire which lessons they
were supposed to be having Tom and Alex virtually ran out of the room red
with embarrassment and up the corridor to the safety of the boys only
woodwork area!

"Shit! We've been longer than it takes for piss, wot you gonna say?" Simon
was holding his sore cock through his shorts as he looked at his watch.

"Dunno... tell him you had a crap if he asks, that'll shut him up! But they
probably won't even known we'd gone! Well, wot else can we say?"

"Not a lot," Simon grinned and pushed the duffle bag into his black school
bag, "only that me cock hurts like hell!"

"You can't fuckin' tell him that!" Tom winked and rushed off, his blunt
chisel was calling. "I'll rub it better for you later on at dinner!"

Under Mr Hawkins leadership the regime in the gym had vastly improved with
the demise of the hated Mr Peterson, even to the extent that Art thought
exercise was now becoming almost acceptable! Mr Hawkins' approach was far
more realist in that he understood that not all boys wanted to be
athletes. However, if he could at least get some physical effort out of
them it had to be better than to have them cowering in corner as they had
done with his predecessor.

Naturally, Art fell into the non-athletic category but at least for Mr
Hawkins he did try and hop around a bit which was considerably more than he
ever did before!

For the last time that morning Mr Hawkins blew his whistle and it was with
great relief that Art joined the throng heading for the changing room, his
double lesson of physical purgatory was over for another week.

"You bothering with a shower?" asked Nigel.

"Wot, why? I've had me bath on Sunday!" replied Art without
thinking. "Anyway, they don't care if you have a bleeding shower or
not.. do they? Different if you'd been playing football in the mud then
yer, but not for this gym rubbish!"

"I `spose yer right," said Nigel, "anyway by the time you come out and walk
about on the filthy floor you ain't no cleaner than when you went in!"

"But... if you want see a few pricks! Like that dirty fuckin' Martin then
you would have one!" Art grinned and poked Martin in the back.

"Fuck off!" Martin turned round and put a finger in the air.

"Wot right now? Me bum?" said Art hopefully, "I knew you wanted it!
Hey... have you got yer blue pants on today, I'll give you a swop?"

"Fuck off!" Martin nodded, "Wot you got, bleeding white ones?"

"Ah!" Art made an unhappy face as he approached the bench. His clothes were
hanging above and delving into his trousers he produced his solitary pair
of damp, but no longer wet, Y-fronts.

"These.. it's all I got... look I even washed 'em!" he said proudly holding
them out for Martin's inspection. "I gotta do something soon, it's fuckin'
murder with only one pair!"

"I'll see if I got any old ones you can have. Hey, these is fuckin' damp
and they don't half smell.. wot the fuck d'you wash 'em in then?"

"Fuckin' shampoo innit?"

"Don't think my mum uses that?"

Wearing just his shirt Nigel interrupted, "Hey! Fuck yer washing! Some
bastards nicked me pants!"

"Wot?" Art giggled, "Join the fuckin' club! But at least you got some more
at home!"

Nigel started to rummage through his clothes and school bag again.

"They fuckin' have... some cunt's pinched 'em!"

"Were they ummm.. clean like?" asked Martin holding tightly onto his own
briefs lest they get stolen as well.

Even Nigel blushed, "No.. they had a load in 'em from last night!"

"Knew it! You dirty sod, wearing 'em two days running!" Martin was the very
the epitome of clean underwear and personal hygiene.

"Well I've been wearing these for three days!" added Art giggling. "And
then.."

Art's deeper thoughts on the merits of the said personal hygiene were cut
short as a desperate voice from the corner of the room cut through all the
babble.

"Hey! What sod's pinched me new pants... who is it, I'll kill 'em!" It was
Ian.

There was something incredibly erotic about a room full of fifteen year old
boys who were slowly discovering their underpants had been stolen. The
atmosphere was a potent mix of inherent shyness, voyeurism, exhibitionism,
sheer adolescent lust and many a budding erection.

By now the rather embarrassed Ian was trying his best to cover his growing
erection with one hand as he searched through his clothes with the other!

"Were they them nice coloured ones?" asked Harry, "I want some of them."

"No, they was white Wolsey something!" replied Ian

"Why's me mum always buy me these bleeding white Y-fronts?" Richard added.

"Oh shit... wot's me mum gonna say, they was nearly brand new!" Ian was
getting into panic mode. It didn't take a lot!

"Well don't bloody tell her! And she won't bloody know!" shouted back
Nigel, a past master at parental deception.

That brought some raucous laughter but it didn't last long as it soon
dawned on the boys that most of them had had their underwear stolen! They
started looking around in blind panic, the panic being twofold. First from
the fact their underwear was actually stolen and second as they were an
inherently shy bunch and used covering up quickly this was fast becoming
something of a horny naked adventure!

Art and Martin seemed to be part of a lucky handful of boys who had been
left with their underwear, which was only because the two thieves had
purposely left it and escaped whilst the going was good.

Unlike some of the other boys without underwear who seemed to be immensely
embarrassed by the whole situation, Nigel a born exhibitionist couldn't
care less about having his wares on display and was getting more than
excited! Viewing the glorious array of cocks, many visible for the first
time, which now were literally springing into life it wasn't long before he
was pretty much at full stretch himself!

"Look at that," said Art to Martin pointing to Nigel's twitching member,
"you are a dirty fucker!"

"And look at you two!" Nigel looked down, from the look of their briefs
both Art and Martin were obviously in the same state. "Fuck, I could have
wank right now! Can I hold your prick Mart?"

"Fuck off! Not here!" Martin put his hands in front to fend off Nigel who
then decided he was having none of it and pushed his hard cock in between
Martin's fingers!

"Fuckin's hell, he's leaking precum already!" exclaimed Martin giggling and
wiping the back of his hand on his briefs!

"Cor, look at that long thin one," whispered Nigel, "who is it, Richard?
That wouldn't hurt if he slipped it up would it!"

Art giggled. "He could try it on me!"

"You dirty bugger! Hey.. look at that.. Derek innit, isn't it cute, it's
all bent down!" said Nigel carefully studying everything in sight.

Martin's eyes were nearly popping out of their sockets at the sight of so
many cocks, his hands squeezed his briefs on autopilot. This was undreamed
of and was going to provide innumerable bedtime fantasies for weeks to
come!

"We gotta stop this, I'm needing a wank!" said Art, his bulging briefs
leaving little to the imagination. "Nigel, just get yer fuckin' trousers on
and let's get out of here before I cum... for fucks sake let's go down to
the bog and have a wank!"

By now Nigel's foreskin had mysteriously been pulled back and a string of
precum were now starting to hang down. Moving right up to Martin he grinned
and nudged him again with his cock!

"For fucks sake Nigel, leave it.. please!" Martin was incredibly excited
having never having seen so many cocks before. Most of the boys were now
sporting erections and had given up trying to hide them or were attempting
to quickly get dressed to hide them which, without any underpants and an
erection was difficult in itself!

Those that had managed to get dressed were escaping out with their bags in
front to hide their rather obvious bulges which was something they were
going to have to live with throughout the day as wearing no underpants
certainly had that effect as Art knew from experience!

The more he watched, the more Martin became aroused, kneading his cock
though the wet cotton he was now looking pretty desperate for some relief.

"Nigel, please' let's get outta here before I cum in me pants!"

Nigel grinned and looked down, Martin's briefs were bulging out ominously!
"Martin you filthy little boy.. you got a fuckin' great wet spot!"

"I know... oh fuck!" Precum was not normally Martin's forte, however this
was proving the exception to the rule.

"Fuckin' hell, I'll sort that... just stand here!" Art grabbed Nigel and
pulled him by his side to screen Martin from the view of other boys.

Cupping Martin's soggy briefs in one hand Art roughly pushed his other hand
inside under the elastic by his leg. There he discovered Martin's cock much
as he has imagined it, hot and slippery with precum oozing out of the
foreskin, the invasion pushed Martin to the point of losing all control. In
less than five firm strokes Art could actually feel the cum pulsing it's
way up the hard shaft to spurt over the inside the briefs and coat his hand
with Martin's hot juices.

Shaking, Martin looked exhausted. Art sat him down on the bench so his face
was on a level with his in crutch. Right in front of him he pulled his own
briefs out so that Martin could watch as used his hand already covered in
Martin's spunk as a lubricant for his own cock. Martin watched open mouthed
as within a few strokes Art produced several long strings of hot spunk
which added to the already precum impregnated white cotton of his
Y-fronts,.

Nigel was grinning and watching, he moved closer and pulled the front of
Art's white briefs out so that he could put his hand inside. Scraping Art's
spunk from the wet cotton he dribbled it all over his cock and Art, never
thinking of the consequences ahead, held the front of his pants out so that
Nigel could shoot into them.

Seconds later with a grunt, shoot he did. Art's still throbbing cock and
his briefs were engulfed in Nigel's hot spunk. In the chaos of the changing
room the three boys had had three immense orgasms in less than three
minutes! In the chaos of the changing room by the time it was over nobody
had even really noticed!

"Where's yer fuckin' towel then, Mart?" asked Nigel grinning, "We gotta
clean up smartish!"

"Here." Slowly he pulled it out of his bag and started to clean himself up
whilst Nigel grabbed the other end and wiped his still dripping prick.

Art had decided that it was probably better to use his own towel and
proceeded to wipe inside his cum laden briefs to do the best he could! It
was a losing battle as there was more cum than there was towel so he
eventually pulled his pants off, screwed them into a soggy ball and threw
them into his schoolbag!

"Fuck that for game of solders!" he said grinning, reaching for his
trousers "I've been here before with no pants! One more day ain't gonna
make any difference!"

"Well," said Nigel grinning, "let's nip down to bog and we can wash 'em out
a bit then you're bag won't be stinking of cum."

"You are so fuckin' good to me! Wot about you Mart, you gonna wear yer
pants?"

Martin nodded, "I think, I got most of it out and if I can get in home
without mum seeing I'll be all right."

"I've fuckin' heard that before!" said Nigel giggling. "Anyway, you ready?
Let's go to the bog."

"Yer, right." said Art.

"But I'm gonna... I'm gonna go and see Tom!" said Martin sheepishly.

"You dirty fucker!" Art grinned, "Well, do let me know wot pants he's got
on!"

"It's not like that!" said Martin indignantly, if not still a little
concerned at the whole idea.

"Yet!" said Art giggling.

"I'll bet you'll get a hard on when see him!" added Nigel, "Or you'll have
a wank tonight thinking about him!"

Martin blushed and then grinned. "Fuck off! I'll see you later and let you
know."

"Hey, don't let him sniff yer pants or he'll get all excited!" said Art as
Martin turned to go out the door.


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Chap 31 to follow