Date: Mon, 07 Sep 2009 10:49:01 +0100
From: Tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief encounters Chap 35

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tom email: amias09@fastmail.fm

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Chapter 35 -- Purgatory

Miss Olsen had just announced that as it was such a lovely day, she would
take the class down to the overgrown area at the bottom of the sports field
by the hedge and let them do a little practical biology amongst the
foliage.

Naturally, the class thought it a wonderful idea to escape the classroom,
all except that was for Simon, who could only envisage the walk in the hot
sun being nothing but a literal pain!

He wasn't wrong! The majority of the class were already at the hedge and
poking aimlessly about with bits of twig whilst he still had some fifty
yards to go. David and Joe who had slowed down to keep him company although
as yet they had failed to find out the exact reason for his
injury. Whatever it was it appeared to be getting worse with each step.

Inwardly, Simon was cursing himself for allowing his growing sexual
appetite to fuel the previous evenings over prolonged wanking
session. Patently he had abused himself almost to the point of serious
injury whilst probing every seam of the stolen underpants. Finally, it
appeared his father had been wrong in that tighter briefs would have been
better as they would at least stopped his cock moving about. As it was now,
all movement only seemed to chaff and exacerbate the extremely raw areas on
his cock as it jiggled about.

Miss Olsen strode back up to them. "What's wrong Simon... you're limping,
have you hurt yourself?"

Trying hard not to laugh Dave and Joe looked in the other direction as
Simon gave Miss Olsen a convoluted excuse about having hurt his ankle
earlier in the morning.  After telling him to come on down in his own time
she marched off back down to the hedge. Simon turned and with his back
towards her he put his hand down the front of his shorts and very
cautiously touched his prick.

"Oh fuck!"

It was getting worse not better, now it was feeling very hot to the
touch. He brought his hand back out, there were streaks of blood on his
fingers. The blister had obviously not completely healed.

"Wot the fuck are you doing?" asked David in surprise, "Hey, mind nobody
sees you doing that!"

"Uumm.." Stuck for words Simon was still looking at his fingers and didn't
know what to do, he tried to wipe them off on his maroon blazer hoping the
blood wouldn't show! The day was turning into hell and it was only just
gone eleven in the morning.

"Wot is it? Wot's wrong?" Joe came up to him, "For fuck's sake tell us
wot's wrong."

Simon looked as though he was going to burst into tears.

"Wot ever it is, you'd better walk on down or Miss will be after us again!"
said David.

Not saying anything Simon stumbled on, he looked at his hand again only
this time David caught sight of the blood.

"That's blood!"

Simon nodded.

"Wot the fuck have you done... hey.. but.. that's come from yer shorts!"
exclaimed David.

"Now wot is it," said Joe firmly, "if don't tell us we can't fuckin' help
you can we?"

Simon knew it was no use denying the evidence and that he couldn't go on
hiding it for the rest of the day. Somebody had to be told, he needed some
help.

"Oh fuck! You gotta swear you won't tell nobody." He looked them in the
face, "I mean nobody, nobody. This is so fuckin' awful!"

David and Joe both agreed and looked at him, wondering whatever was he
going to tell them.

"See.. I... well.." he started to say something then just dried up.

"For fucks sake Simon, tell us! We're yer fuckin' mates, we want to help."
said Joe.

"You, you.. won't tell anybody? Laugh?"

"No! We've fuckin' said that once ain't we?" said David, "Now for fuck's
sake tell us before Miss comes back!"

Plainly embarrassed Simon closed his eyes and whispered "I've, I've bin
wanking so much me... me cock's all raw and it's bleeding!"

After a shocked pause David said, "You stupid sod! Fuckin' hell! No wonder
you've sworn us to secrecy!"

"Fuck me!" said Joe, "You did wot?"

"You fuckin' promised... you won't say nothin to nobody?"

"No. Course not!" David scratched his hairless chin, "So, so wot we gonna
do.. you're gonna have to put up with it till the lesson's over."

"Wot can we do?" asked Joe. "Don't you need a doctor something?"

"Well, it's all right as long as I don't move!"

That did it. They both started to laugh and even Simon smiled.

"Lets's get down to the bloody hedge and then you can just sort of mess
about and pretend you're doing something!" said David grinning, "And we'll
sort of fend off Miss is she comes back."

"But wot you gonna do after?" asked Joe, "You need some help and we ain't
doctors is we?"

"We ought to have a butchers." said David. "And, I don't just mean to see
yer willy like! But to see how bad it is."

"Hhmm.. I don't know."

Concluding that a problem shared would lessen the burden Simon eventually
plucked up courage, "Well, I `spose you'd better see it then and maybe you
can think wot I can do.. but it needs ointment or something!"

"Wot dinner sitting you on?"

"Second."

"Good.. same as us, so when we get back from here we'll go in the bog and
have a look then. Yer?"

Simon nodded, not sure what it would achieve but it would at least be some
moral support.

The toilet door crashed open.

"Fuckin' hell! It stinks in here!"

"Phew... smells of piss!"

"Well it's a fuckin' bog innit you twatt!"

"Fuck off.. now.. where's Nigel then?"

"He can't come, he was on the first dinner sitting and couldn't change
it. Anyway, he's got to sort out something to carry all them pants in and
clear a space in his locker to hide 'em."

"But.. oh fuck!" Ian was more than a little cautious about being alone with
Art in the toilet, his reputation had preceded him!

Art sensed Ian's apprehension and grinned, "It's all right, I won't fuckin'
eat you... well, unless you want me to!"

Ian blushed, "Sorry but I'd heard that.."

"That.. wot?" Art thrust his hands deep in his pockets, "That I'm a serial
wanker!"

"Uumm.."

It had been quite evident to Art that Ian was another secretive wanker and
this was probably going to be his first real boy to boy encounter! After
his most enjoyable experience with the then innocent Martin he had been
looking forward to it all morning!

"You do wank?" asked Art outright.

"Hey.. wot! Why d'you ask? Course.." Ian blushed again and changed the
subject quickly. "So... uumm.. wot's the plan then?"

"Simple see.."

Looking at Ian, Art's cock was already twitched in his trousers in
anticipation. Ian was about the same height as Art, a little thinner and
with short fair hair rather like Martin.

"Art? Hello?" Ian snapped Art out of his fantasy. "Wot's so simple?"

"Sorry! I was miles away!" Art tried to get his mind back on the
plan. Hopefully there would be enough time for fantasies when he offered
Ian his present!

"Yer, simple.. see the second-year's have got games for the first two
lessons this afternoon and we've got a single biology to start. That's down
in this block and only a corridor away from the gym and that innit?"

"So.. oh shit.. no!" Ian had already seen through what he assumed was the
great plan, it seemed too simple to work. "So we just gonna nip round in
between lessons and nick all the stuff from the changing room then?"

Presented with such a brilliant strategy and literally faced with a randy
masturbation addict in a toilet, was it any wonder Ian was beginning to
lose his nerve!

"Yer, that's clever.. how d'you know that! You got it. Easy innit?" said
Art smiling. "We all go together, one of us checks out the changing room
and if nobody's in there then we all rushes in and fuckin' grabs everything
in sight. We'll be out in less than a minute."

"Right. I see." Ian didn't sound too convinced but knew there was no
escape.

"I mean," Art threw in the bait, " `cause you really do want yer new pant's
back.. don't you?"

"Yer, I got have 'em back.. else me Mum finds out she'll go fuckin' mad."
Ian bit his lip. "D'you know, she's like that about me clothes see.. she
even irons me pants! Always want's me looking smart and that.. maybe it's
`cause I'm an only child like."

That sounded rather familiar to Art in fact just what Martin had
said. Maybe having underwear ironed was something that happened when there
was only the one child!

"Wot, she irons yer pants, well fuck me!" Art made a face and started
walking towards the end cubicle, "Well, I reckon I can help you
there... come in here a minute."

Dutifully Ian followed Art into the cubicle, once he was in Art quickly
turned and bolted the door. "We don't want anybody else in here do we!"

Never having been so close to another boy in such a confined space Ian
wasn't exactly frightened but he certainly did feel very vulnerable. A cold
and clammy feeling came over him and he felt distinctly unsure about what
was going to happen next. Not wishing to make eye contact he glanced down
at the floor and was horrified to see the front of Art's trousers bulging
ominously. The left hand was in the pocket and obviously rubbing what Ian
assumed to be the end of a very erect cock!

"Hey.. you alright?" for a moment Art thought that Ian looked rather pale,
he smiled, "I get yer present.. you ready?"

Ian shook himself, "I guess."

"I'm really hoping you gonna like it..."

With that quickly Art undid the clasp on his trousers, pulled the zip down
and let them fall to his knees to display the swollen white briefs!

"Fuck... wot you doing... fuck! Stop it!" Ian was thrown into a sheer panic
and banged back into the wall trying to move away. "Fuck off! Don't you
touch me! Let me out!"

On one hand Ian craved sex with another boy but on the other, guilt
wouldn't let him admit to his desires. Other than a singularly unsuccessful
groping session as a first year he had made do with furtive glances in the
changing rooms and bedtime wanking fantasies. Now, here he was locked in a
toilet cubicle with Art, the epitome of the predatory schoolboy wanker who
would and could literally satisfy any and all of his many fantasies.

"I'm sorry... Ian.. I'm sorry.. I thought.." Art quickly moved back rather
surprised at Ian's reaction, who looked as though he going to hit him! Art
wasn't expecting this, from his various conversations with Ian he had
thought he would be receptive to his little game or at least see the funny
side of it!

"Look... Ian look! Please look! Don't get mad... please! Look.. just
fuckin' look!" Art grabbed him by the shoulder and pointed to what he was
wearing. It was the Wolsey-X briefs!

"I'm not gonna fuckin' touch you... just fucking look! It's a fuckin' joke
you silly sod!"

"Wot! It ain't funny.. wot were you gonna do to me!" Ian finally focused on
the briefs. "Hey... wot! But.. fuckin' hell.. they look like my.."

"Your pants!" Art completed the sentence for him.

Ian stared and for a minute he really didn't get it. Slowly he appeared to
relax. "You bastard.. they're my fuckin' pants! How the fuck did you get
them?"

"I'm sorry mate.. but I know who stole 'em!" Art was genuinely contrite. "I
thought you'd think it was funny.. and rather than just give 'em back to
you... I was even gonna.."

"You stupid cunt.. you could have warned me." Ian looked very relieved, "I
thought you'd gone fuckin' nuts and was gonna sorta attack me or
something. I nearly fuckin' hit you!"

"Oh shit!" Art looked very surprised and shook head, "No.. no... it was all
a bit of joke! I thought it would be a laugh!"

"I ain't been so close to a boy before.. and you dropping yer trousers and
that.. and sex and... yer cock and.. oh fuck!" Ian was getting lost for
words, this was new. Confusing, nevertheless very welcome.

"It's all right.. I was fuckin' silly to do it.. I didn't know. See, I
thought you'd done stuff with other boys and it would just be a fuckin'
laugh."

"No.. I fuckin' ain't. Never. No. Uumm, only in the first year and then
neither of us could get it up and we didn't even get 'em out!" Ian
blushed. "That's all I ever done."

"Happens!" Art made it sound as though it was regular occurrence!

"D'you know there's a rumour that you done loads of things," Ian looked him
in the eye, "and I was scared you was queer or something!"

"Oh fuck!" Art was shocked. "Shit! What rumour! But I ain't queer! I only
wank... it's all I do. We all fuckin' do it.. don't we?"

Ian spoke for a lot of other boys. "Yer, but we don't all fuckin' admit it,
do we.. really we don't do we? And I ain't never even told anybody before
now!"

"Oh shit. I'm sorry, I've fucked this up haven't I?

"Sort of." Ian was obviously thinking. "But at least we're talking about
it.. this is the first time I even mentioned it."

"I `spose I do go on about it." Art stated the blindingly obvious. "It
ain't no secret, see.. I just love it. I can't fuckin' stop!"

Ian thought even Art looked embarrassed after saying that!

"Yer, so I see!" Ian smiled weaky.

"Anyway, I don't even know really wot a fuckin' queer is.. d'you?"

"No.. innit something to do with old blokes and bums in public toilets?"
Ian shrugged his shoulders. "Sort thing that you read about in the News of
the World on Sunday!"

Art giggled. "Yer, that's wot I thought."

"Well that's all right then. So you ain't no queer then!"

Lateral thinking prevailed and Ian smiled.

"Art, I really thought when you locked the door you was gonna do something
nasty to me, d'you see that's why I went funny."

"Yer I see, but wot? You daft sod, why would I do that? Tell you wot
though, I was gonna ask you if you.. if you..." Art never finished the
sentence. First he smiled and seconds later started to laugh
uncontrollably.

"Ask me wot?" Ian was grinning now.

He just couldn't help it, he was hooked. Art had such a charismatic
personality, it was infectious. It was impossible to dislike him no matter
what he did. He exuded a complex mix of humour, naivety, compassion,
loyalty and honesty all bound together by sex. Above all he reeked of
sex. Boy sex.

"Well, see," Art pointed to the white briefs, "wot I was gonna say, was if
you wanted yer pants back you should really be taking 'em off me!"

"Me!" Ian's eye's lit up. This was a chance he to act out something he had
only ever dreamed of. "Me.. really?"

"Well they're your's ain't they! Course, that is well, only if you want
to.. or, I'll take 'em off meself.. right now." Art rubbed his swelling
cock through the cotton, "See, it's going up a bit for you, but you really
scared the shit out of it earlier!"

Ian's heart fluttered. First he put his hands to his mouth, then slowly he
reached out towards Art's waist.

"You'd better fuckin' hurry up," said Art grinning, "or the fuckin' dinner
bells gonna go! Now come on.. here, I'll get me shoes and trousers off and
speed you up."

All this was going to happen within inches on Ian's face. Clenching his
fists in nervous anticipation he watched as Art kicked off his shoes and
stepped out of his grey trousers which he hung on the back of the toilet
door. He stood there in his grey socks, crumpled white shirt and his
erection straining in the cum stained cotton pouch of Ian's own underpants.

"Pull 'em down then..."

"Oh my god! But I've never.."

"You fuckin' will have now, so just bleedin' get on with it!" Art was
giggling.

Ian's own cock had in fact started hardening from the moment he had learnt
that Nigel wasn't going to be there and it was now painfully hard. Reaching
out with trembling hands he began to feel around Art's waist. The skin was
soft and warm, he nervously ran his fingers around the waistband and
stopped at the back to feel the start of the cleavage between his bum
cheeks.

"Look.. we can do this again any other time if you want to," Art pushed his
bulging crotch towards him, "but today you gotta just fuckin' hurry up!"

Ian took the hint and with his still trembling hands hooked his thumbs in
the waist band and slowly pulled the briefs down. Art's majestic, if
nominal sticky five inches, twanged free and stuck proudly in the air,
revealing the inside of the briefs and some very prominent new yellowing
stains which drew Ian's immediate attention.

Art realised what he was looking at and grinned as he looked down.

"Well, you'd put a load into 'em hadn't you?" Art made eye contact, "I
ain't washed 'em and so I though I'd better add to it!"

Ian went red and nodded. Never had he thought he'd ever admit to wanking,
let alone cumming in his own briefs. Somehow Art just drew it out of him
and to his own surprise he found himself freely admitting it.

"It was on the bus that morning.. a sort of accident.. I went too far! See,
I always cum quick.. I had to throw me hanky away after I'd got off the bus
`cause I'd used it to clean up!"

"I fuckin' knew it! Fancy wanking on the bus! D'you do it a lot?"

Ian nodded and looked embarrassed, to dare admit he wanked on the bus was
another huge liberating step! Without realising it Art seemed to have
developed a gift for drawing the most intimate secrets out of his peers
whilst not making them feel unduly embarrassed. Of course the truth was the
likes of Martin and Ian were really only too pleased to be able to actually
confide in him.

"Ian.. you ain't got not need to be shy with me," Art casually scratched
his white bum, "there just ain't no need. Now, just fuckin' hurry up.. get
these pants off me!"

The only way to do it was to bend down in front of Art, that put Ian's face
barely three inches away from the twitching cock. Ian was absolutely
fascinated, his own cock was straining in his trousers as he stared at the
purple mushroom end and then looked up at Art who grinned and nodded.

"Oh.. for fucks sake!" said Art, he shook his legs and the briefs fell down
to the floor. "Just hurry up... get yer hand on it and wank it! It's wot
you want innit!"

Finally, Ian decided he needed no further encouragement as this was his
bedtime fantasy coming true. Grabbing it firmly he started to rub, he
didn't know what to expect and was surprised that it didn't feel much
different to his own nor did look any bigger. He was a little sad in that
Art had been circumcised as he had, since he had always wanted to examine a
foreskin close up! With Art being so excited it didn't take very long
before another dribble of precum appeared from the piss slit. Ian gasped,
this was incredible. This wasn't a fantasy, he really was wanking another
boy's cock.

"You gonna cum?" His voice was croaky with excitement.

"I fuckin' hope so!" replied Art, "But I want to see your cock.. is it
bigger? Got a helmet?"

"Here.. all your's!" Ian didn't say anything else, he just smiled, nodded
and stood up. Undoing his trousers they soon fell to his knees, his own
briefs were badly tenting and a wet spot had formed just below the
waistband. Art wanted to be the first one to touch it, he leaned over and
first rubbed the length of Ian's cock through the cotton, then slowly
rubbed his finger in a circular motion on top of the wet spot and pressed
firmly onto the squidgy cock head below.

Ian close his eyes, "Get it out... do what you want!"

"Yer in a minute! I like to feel you through yer pants!" Art was enjoying
this enormously and to prove it produced another large blog of precum which
dripped over Ian's hand.

"Fuck!" cried Ian, the wet patch getting even bigger. "Oh
fuck... slower... slower.."

"Hang on! I got an idea.. just pick these up first," Art stopped the
massage and stood up allowing Ian could untangle the briefs from around his
ankles, "we'll use 'em to soak up the cum!"

Ian grinned and then giggled, "We'd better not tell me Mum!"

"Wot! You mean she ain't noticed all ready! Bloody hell mine has!" Art had
that mischievous look, he resumed rubbing on the growing wet spot.

"Wot.. you mean.. you think she's noticed?" Ian looked shocked at the
thought of it!

"Bloody right!" Art laughed and increased the pressure on tip of Ian's
cock, "I'm telling you, our Mum's know more about spunk stains and where to
look for 'em than we do! Mine does!"

"Oh fuck... oh.. fuck.. no! She wouldn't have.."

"I'm telling you she fuckin' has!"

Other than a strangulated groan there was no chance to reply properly.

A heady combination of Art's well practised cockhead massage and Ian's
minimal resistance to foreplay had ensured an orgasm was imminent. Falling
back against the wall he was unable to control his himself as he squeezed
his legs together whilst his cock started to jerk and discharge it's load
of hot spunk into his briefs. Fascinated, Art watched as the hot cum forced
it's way through the fabric and then dribbled over his fingers. Once
saturated with spunk the white cotton soon became translucent and Art was
able to see and continue tracing Ian's jerking cock with his fingers.

Undoubtedly heightened by the fact Ian was still wearing his briefs it was
to Art, one of the horniest sights he had seen.

Ian opened his eyes and confirmed it that it wasn't a dream! It certainly
wasn't. Art had moved on a couple of steps was in the process of scooping
up the warm spunk that had percolated through Ian's pants and was now
anointing his own cock with it as lubricant!

"You're circumcised then?" Art was grinning. He nudged Ian in the ribs, "I
got you some nice lube! Come fuckin' come on and wank me off!"

Ian was mesmerised, whatever Art wanted he would do. Cautiously he put a
hand out and gently gripped Art's twitching cock again. It felt so
slippery. Unable to resist he started to tighten his grip and slowly worked
his hand up and down the shaft. The excitement of using his own his own cum
as lubricant, mixed with Art's copious dribbles of precum added greatly to
the act.

"Oh.. fuck me you're good!" Art was giggling, "You've done this before!"

A string of precum hung precariously down from Ian's hand.

"Only to meself!"

"Fuck! I ain't far off!" Art was now breathing quickly.

Ian could feel Art's body tensing up and didn't say anything in reply
instead he just smiled benignly and continued to enjoy the sensation of
Art's cock sliding through his spunk coated fingers with the pearly lube
gradually oozing out between them.

Understandably by now, Art wasn't thinking that clearly. He was
concentrating on the various fantasies that were flashing through his mind
as he stared at Ian's cum soaked briefs, the outline of his cock still
plainly visible through the wet fabric.

Without any warning the main toilet door suddenly burst open and several
pair's of feet tramped in accompanied by raised voices and the crashing of
heavy school bags being thrown onto the tiled floor.

Incredibly, Ian ignored the warning bells that were now frantically ringing
all around and didn't immediately react to what was happening being totally
preoccupied with the task in hand! It was also too late for Art, who
despite having heard the intruders enter was unable to either stop nor
control his actions. Listening to the sound of the bags hitting the floor
he was already in the throes of arching his back and savagely thrusting his
cock into Ian's slimy hand. It was literally only a second later when Art
started shooting his load of hot spunk in all directions that Ian realised
the possible seriousness of the situation.

"Fuckin' hell Si," David's voice broke the silence, "it's taken you this
long just to walk up the bloody field!"

"You must be in right state... come on let's have a look." It was Joe.

"But is this bog empty?" asked David.

For Ian this was a new and very unwelcome experience. Behind the locked
cubicle door he had now all but turned white with fright and was just
staring at Art hoping for some sort of lead. Art had been down this road
before and knew the only way out was to keep absolutely quiet, he smiled
reassuringly and put a rather cummy finger to his lips to indicate silence.

The feet shuffled around a bit and after a couple of cubicle doors had
banged Joe was heard to reply.

"Well I don't bloody well see anybody.. do you? Hey Dave, isn't this the
same bog as we were in before.. when you know!"

"The one with the sticking door!" David laughed, "Well all the doors in
here stick d'you remember. Come on this ones empty and it's nearest so
let's go in here."

Art and Ian looked at each other, they were as mystified as they were
intrigued! Were these boys going to do something they shouldn't, Art made
the sign of wanking with a finger and thumb which got Ian grinning
again. Ian looked down and saw the mess they were both in, his own briefs
were soaked with spunk and with the shock his prick was now flaccid though
still visible through the translucent cotton.

Art, who had taken off both his trousers and briefs was standing there
naked from his waist down, his cock was still half erect with a large blob
of cum hanging off the end. Ian saw it, pointed and grinned then under
cover of the sound of shuffling feet quickly bent down and picked up the
briefs that Art had been wearing with the intention of using them to wipe
up some of the mess.

"Well, come on Simon.. now get yer fuckin' shorts down and let's have a
look.. it can't be as bad as you make out!"

"Fuckin' is! If you fuckin' laugh or fuckin' tell anybody," Simon paused
obviously sounding quite upset, "I'll never fuckin' talk to you again.. I
fuckin' mean it! I fuckin' won't!"

That jolted Art back to reality with a bang. This was Simon, his little
brother and sounding very, very distressed. Ian looked at him quizzically
sensing that something was up, Art just put his finger over his lips again
and strained to hear what was said next.

"Simon, I know you're upset," it was Joe, "but we've fuckin' promised all
this before.. and we're fuckin' here to help you... now fuckin' come on
before the dinner bell goes.. we got about ten minutes!"

"I'm sorry.. I'm sorry.." Simon's voice trailed off sounding as though he
was on the verge of tears. Art swallowed hard.

"Joe.. don't fuckin' upset him any more." said David, "Come on... I'll undo
yer shorts."

"Sorry.. sorry!" replied Joe. "We're all a bit fuckin' .. you know.. sorta
nervous."

Art strained to hear what was happening and thought he heard the sound of a
zip being undone.

"There.. Simon, now you take yer pant's down."

"Let me.. oh ... fuck... oh fuckkk! I caught it on the elastic... ohhh
fuck!"

Other than the sound of a dripping tap the room went quiet. Ian looked over
at Art and still couldn't work out why he was being so affected by all
this.

A full minute later after some sounds of rustling Joe's voice broke the
silence.

"Fuckin' hell... Simon you gotta get some help.. look it's bleeding... yer
fuckin' pants is covered in blood!"

"Wot can I do..."

Art knew that voice. It sounded so pathetic.

David, probably the most sensible of the three chipped in. "Simon, we can't
do anything can we? For fucks sake you need a doctor or somebody."

"No.. no.. I can't!" The reply was barely audible.

"Simon! It needs some medical attention!" David was trying to be firm. "It
wants some ointment or a bandage I don't fuckin' know do I? It needs
something!"

"It's had fuckin' ointment.. that's' why me pants is all pink.. it's that
fuckin' Germolene stuff!"

"Would you," Joe was thinking, "would you.. go and see the nurse here in
school.. she's ever so nice. We'd come with you."

Simon was nearly crying, he sniffed. He had been worried of what they were
going to say and he certainly hadn't want to be told he needed the school
nurse!

"But she's a woman... and it's me cock!"

Joe saw the funny side and giggled, "Well of course she's a woman... most
women are women!"

If Art could have seen he would have noticed that even Simon smiled briefly
at the joke.

"Simon.. let's go and have dinner then we'll take you along to her. You got
to."

"I can't..."

"Then wot the fuck you gonna do?" David was taking command, "Look yer
fuckin' cock's all raw and it's bleeding.. and you can hardly fuckin' walk
as it is!"

"He's right." added Joe, "Simon you fuckin' got to or it's gonna get
fuckin' worse not better!"

"Uumm... fuck.. fuck.. I want Mum!" Simon was now starting to cry.

Art had tears in his eyes. Ian couldn't understand it all.

Joe put his arm, around him. "Don't fuckin' cry.. please... you'll fucking
start me off!"

"Uumm.." Simon sniffed, "Wot... wot.. `spose.. 'spose you find me brother
Art... I'd maybe go with him.. would you do that?"

Tears were running down Art's cheeks. Once Ian heard that and realised the
connection he put a hand on Art's shoulder. Art looked up and smiled
through his tears.

"Course you silly sod!" said David. "Now get yerself fucking dressed and
we'll go and have another fuckin' delicious school dinner!"

Still sniffing Simon said, "We're all on the second sitting... so's
Art...you should be able to find him easy like."

"We will, I'm sure.. just don't worry." said David.

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Chap 36 to follow