Date: Mon, 05 Apr 2010 16:56:02 +0100
From: Tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief Encounters Chap 52

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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Sorry about the frequency of the posts, but panic not we will get there in
the end!!!

Comments welcum.


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Chapter 52 -- Woodsmanship

If you go down in the woods today, you're sure of a big surprise
If you go down in the woods today, you'd better go in disguise
For every bear that ever there was will be wanking there for certain because
Today's the day the teddy bears all have their pricks out

Prostate proking time for teddy bears,
The little teddy bears are having a lovely time today
Watch them cumming in their underwear
And see their pricks out on their holiday
See them gay-ly dance about
They love to poke and shout
And never have any cares
At six o'clock their mummies and daddies
Will take them home to bed
Because they've been humping other little teddy bears

If you go down to the woods today you'd better not go alone
It's sticky down in the woods today but better than wanking at home
For every bear that ever there was will gather there for certain because
Today's the day the teddy bears will have their pants down
(With apologies!)


Being unsure where the shed actually was, Ian had arranged to meet Nigel
and Art not far from his house which would save carrying a small bag of
tools any further than he had too. Art had already primed Nigel what he
wanted Ian to do both in terms of diy and sexually. Nigel though, quite
sensibly suggested that if Ian didn't appear to be very taken with the
sexual aspect then Art shouldn't push the subject otherwise he could well
ruin a perfectly good friendship.

Ian had two worries of his own. The first was fairly simple in that his
cock had taken an unduly heavy pounding over the last twenty four hours and
felt like it! The second was of the more emotional kind, since he knew that
he wasn't quite his normal bubbly self, something that Nigel soon picked up
on as they walked along. Without any hesitation he simply asked outright if
there was problem. Ian, still feeling confused over Kevin was only too
relieved to unburden himself and relate the stimulating tale of sex in a
tree house. Nigel was very amused to see that Art was quite enthralled by
the more intimate details of the encounter and positively ecstatic that
something had driven Ian to make the move to seduce Kevin in the first
place!

At that point, much to both Ian and Nigel's surprise Art then went to admit
that he also found himself attracted to some of the younger boys in the
school and if given the chance would happily get a hand or anything else he
could in their grey shorts! On hearing that Ian felt considerably happier
in himself and coupled with Nigel's sagely advice that it was probably just
a phase they were all going through he soon began to look and sound more
like his old self, even if his genitalia were feeling distinctly second
hand!

However, seeing the dilapidated shed looming in the distance Ian looked
nervously around unsure as to what was going to happen next, all he knew
was it involved some carpentry, exactly what he didn't know. The nearer
they got to the shed the more nervous he became knowing that naturally Art
would have something planned which would undoubtedly lead to sex, but what?

Pulling a hand from deep in his pocket Art fumbled around in the plastic
shopping bag he was carrying and looked at Ian and grinned as only he
could, unable to resist Ian smiled back.

"Yer, cop hold of these."

Art pushed a pair some dirty looking white briefs at both Ian and Nigel.

"You bastard!" Nigel started to laugh. "No, not again.. you don't do you!"

"Who's are these?" asked Ian looking at the stained briefs. "You ain't
doing wot again?"

"Who's? Fuck knows!" replied Art shrugging his shoulders. "They's wot
fuckin' Simon nicked from our changing room the other week innit! Could
have been anybody's in our class. You have a look, some of `em have got
spunk stains in 'em!"

"Wot!"

Ian's premonition was rapidly coming true. Art certainly had something
planned and he was definitely going to be involved. Featured probably.

"Where's your's then?" asked Nigel. "You only got two pairs?"

"Fuckin' got 'em on ain't I!" replied Art grinning. "wasn't gonna wear me
new ones here for this was I?"

"Wot'd you mean, new ones?" asked Ian slowing picking up on the
comment. "You mean somebody's fuckin' bought you something new at long
last!"

"Fuckin' right mate," Art grinned again, "Me dad got me some of them
coloured bikini ones."

"You lucky cunt!" Ian sounded genuinely jealous as he thought of his own
mothers recent purchase. More boring white Wolsey briefs.

"Hey, hey.. we'll all have 'em one day Ian." said Nigel noting the tone of
his voice.  "Sorry. It's `cause me mum bought me them new white ones only
the other week, I'll be wearing 'em for fuckin' ages."

"You and me both." Nigel smiled. "Nevermind, meantime we gotta do some
work."

"And," said Ian, "It's just that wot with Kevin in his blue ones and now
Art, seems everybody `cept me is getting some."

"We could swop and I'll let you wear mine for a day if you want!" said Art
grinning as they approached the shed. "No dirty bum though! Now let's
fuckin' get in here sort it out."

"Would you?" Ian concluded that to share another boys underpants must be
one of the ultimate signs of friendship!

"Yer, why not, but only if you wank in your's first!." said Art
grinning. "Now come on Nige and get this bloody door open."

Nigel battled with the ancient padlock for a full minute, eventually the
door creaked open to produce a cloud of dust highlighted by the sunlight
streaming in through the dirty window.

"Right," Art stepped inside and appeared to take control, "first, you two
have gotta put them pants on.."

"Why?" asked Ian innocently.

" `cause you don't wanna make a mess in your's do you!"

"D'you think we might then!" said Nigel unbuttoning his jeans whilst trying
to keep a straight face after knowing what a pair of cum soaked specimens
they had turned into the previous day.

"Yer, that'll be part of the fun, won't it Ian?"

"Wot? Uumm... I'm fuckin' lost Art, wot are you on about?"

"First, `cause we're gonna start doing our bit of woodwork wearing these
pants and no jeans!" said Art above the noise of his own fly being slowly
unzipped. "Then we'll be in the mood for a bit of.. well, you know!"

Ian looked at Nigel in amazement and hesitantly felt for his zip. Nigel
merely raised his eyebrows, his jeans were already undone and fell around
his knees to reveal an ominous wet bulge in his white briefs.

"You've started then!" said Art pointing and giggling as Nigel started to
pull them down.

With no choice, Ian dropped his own jeans and looked in amazement as Nigel
grinned and tried to stuff his thick and hardening cock into the dirty
Y-fronts which Art had given him to wear.

"See I got mine on, told you." said Art proudly kicking off his jeans and
standing there in some baggy briefs with an obvious yellow stain on the
fly.

"Cor, look at them!" said Nigel looking at Art. "Whoever had them must have
pissed himself!"

"Bloody hell Art!" exclaimed Ian seeing the silhouette of Art's cock
against the window, it was plainly very, very hard!

"Get 'em off Ian!" said Art nudging him. "Bet it's hard!"

"Well wot d'you expect!" Ian dropped his jeans allowing the spunk stained
briefs to be caught in the sunlight.

"Fuck me, they're about as clean as wot Art normally wears!" said Nigel
still grinning, he bent over for a closer look.

"Cor, you can smell the cum!" exclaimed Art sniffing excitedly. "Have you
wanked in 'em today?"

"Oh no! Fuck!" Blushing, Ian shuffled his feet and clutched at the pair of
briefs Art had given him.

Being very particular about his personal cleanliness Ian would normally
have joked about Art's comments. But today of all days he was clearly very
embarrassed at being caught wearing a pair of dirty underpants being all
that was available. As had happened before, Nigel seemed to sense when
somebody was having trouble and came to the rescue. Acting almost like a
very caring big brother he simply put his hands around Ian's slim waist and
pulled his briefs down allowing his cock to spring upwards to his stomach.

"Give us them," he said taking the briefs from Ian's hand, "and get `em
over that cock of yours then we'll be ready to do the woodwork bit."

"Uumm.." feeling somewhat confused Ian dried up and just looked at Nigel
who smiled reassuringly back.

"Don't worry, these things happen."

Ian's weekend had had started off with the ritual self abuse, moved on to
seduction and now it felt as though it was verging on the bizarre. And,
made all the more surreal since the three boys were standing in a
disintegrating garden shed with monster erections wearing little else but
some unknown boys very dirty underpants!

"Right now that's sorted," said Nigel sounding as though he wanted to move
the situation on, "so Ian, get to work before Art cums in his pants. Just
look at the dirty fucker he can't leave it alone!"

At first Art giggled and then looked at Ian as he pulled his hand from the
dirty briefs.

"D'you know wot mate," he said purposely maintaining eye contact "we all
have funny days. I had one last week."

"You did?" said Ian quietly.

"I did." Art nodded. He had a pretty god idea of how Ian was feeling and
wondered where they would be without Nigel's steadying influence to guide
them.

"Honestly?"

"I did." Art paused. "See, I gets muddled up as well.. like with boys.. you
and Nige and that.. and then.. then"

"And then.." asked Ian expectantly.

"With the.."  Art glanced at Nigel and swallowed, "well, with some of the
younger kids like in Simon's class!"

"So it's not just.." Ian never finished the sentence Nigel cut in.

"No it ain't just you. We're all fuckin' confused. See I don't reckon
there's a boy in the school who can't say he don't or hasn't fancied
another boy at some time. D'you honestly?"

"No. I `spose not." said Ian after thinking about it. "But, but I'm
worried. Because I'm gonna turn out queer or something."

Art suddenly laughed, "You daft bugger, Nige and I had this same conversion
the other day, didn't we?"

"Yeah, we decided we ain't queer." said Nigel proudly.

"Look, remember the first thing is we've fuckin' grown up together in this
school and we just likes wanking and that sorta stuff together! Bloody
hell, Ian think about it! For fucks sake, we're fifteen year old boys and
all we do is wank, that's wot fifteen year old boys do, we're non fuckin'
stop wankers. We wank all fuckin' day and that's wot we do! I'd bet there
ain't a boy in the class who don't do it less than twice a day!"

"Honestly, is that wot you think?" said Ian. This was very reassuring news.

"Yer, I do and I also think if you get fuckin' muddled up again like this,
you just fuckin' talk to us and don't go getting all worried `cause that's
wot yer mates is for innit?"

Ian nodded. A lump in his throat precluded any speech.

Just as Martin had discovered, on the surface Art and Nigel appeared to be
a pair of rough diamonds, but that totally masked the intense nature of the
friendship they offered. For Ian, something of this depth was without doubt
a totally new experience.

"He's fuckin' right." said Art nodding in agreement.

"I also think," said Nigel with a wry grin, "that in like, say four or five
years time, we'll have all gone though this phase and we'll be out there
shagging girls!"

"Girls?" said Ian, a smile finally came over his face. "Wot they!"

"That's better." said Art with a wink, "Now, maybe even better, we could be
out there shagging both girls and boys!"

"Yeah, I can fuckin' well see you doing that!" Nigel laughed.

Growing up wasn't that easy, but at least Nigel's home brewed philosophy
helped lighten the burden and put a few things in perspective.

"Right, good. Now that's all sorted then!" Art grinned and waved a damp
looking finger he had just pulled from his briefs in the sunlight, "So Ian,
now get yer fuckin' tools `cause wot I want you do is this... it's very
easy.."



"You all picked one then, have you?" asked Tom climbing up onto a fallen
tree trunk and waving his arms in the air in a vain attempt to get the boys
attention.

"Yer, course we have."

"Can I feel yer bum?"

"Wot he's doing, is he gonna jump?"

"You can feel mine!"

"Get on with it then."

"Yeah, wanker!"

"Hurry up."

"And get yer shorts off!"

"Oh for fucks sake shut up!" Tom cried in desperation. "I'm gonna count to
three then we're all gonna unfold the bits of paper we've drawn and find
out who it is. Right?"

"About bloody time!" added Joe reaching up and rubbing his hand over Tom's
shorts.

"Fuck off!"

"Ain't I got nice ass as well then?" asked David.

"Hhmmm.."

"Shut up! Now, ready.. one.." shouted Tom

"Two.." other voices started to join in.

"Two and half!"

"Three..." they all shouted.

"Now unfold 'em and let's see who it is." said Tom excitedly.

For a few seconds other than the rustling of paper the woods went quiet.

"Bollocks!" Alex was the first to speak.

"Is it you then?" asked Brian expectantly.

"No, it fuckin' ain't!" said Alex sounding very disappointed. "I'd hoped it
would be!"

"You disgusting boy!" said Jimmy looking round. "Well who is it then?"

"Ah fuck!" said Tom stepping down from the tree trunk.

"It's you innit then?" said Brian. He grinned and walked over pointing.

"Yer, yeah it is." replied Tom rather sheepishly. "Really, I didn't mean it
be."

Since joining the group Martin had hardly said anything. However, now it
was different. The thought of joining the younger boys to explore Tom had
tipped the balance. With his mind whirling with ideas and his cock leaking
precum in anticipation he launched into the conversation.

"Hey Tom," he said excitedly, "when yer blindfolded why don't you sit on
this log with yer legs apart, then we can stand right in front of you while
you check us out to guess who it is and all that."

"Ooh, I like the sound of that, Mart." said Brian. "But, who's gonna time
him then?"

"You could sit on his knee with a watch if you wanted!" said David starting
to giggling again, "Or, I `spose whoever ain't being groped could do the
timing then, I mean we don't have to be accurate do we?"

"Yeah, sounds good to me. And, when you stand in front you gotta push yer
self right into me... we all gotta enjoy this!" Tom purposely rubbing the
front of his shorts before sitting down on the log with his legs rather
suggestively wide apart.

Joe quickly bent down and peered up the legs of Tom's shorts. "Usual white
pants then!"

"Well, you'll have 'em off me quick enough won't you!" replied Tom
grinning. "Anyhow, now I'm gonna sit here just like Mart said. Look,
there's a scarf in me bag that I had the bits of paper in, I brought it for
a blindfold so tie it round me head."

"Here, I'll do that." said Martin quickly stepping forward and grabbing the
plastic bag.

"Looks like his school scarf!" said Jimmy in surprise.

"Bloody hell, he's found a use for it!" said Brian smiling.

After pulling out the maroon striped scarf Martin couldn't resist thrusting
his erection into Tom's back as he wrapped the scarf around his head. Now
unable to see and feeling rather vulnerable to Martin's advances, Tom
clenched his fists to counteract the emotional butterflies that had so
rapidly filled his stomach. Martin, having leapt a little too eagerly to
the task of blindfolding and inevitably touching Tom was now experiencing
very similar emotions and beginning to rue the his decision to attend in
the first place. Previously by physically distancing himself he had been
able to keep his emotions under control, now though he was forced to admit
to himself that he was besotted with the younger boy.

Alex and Tom weren't best friends for nothing, they confided in each
other. So, as Alex saw it the immediate problem was to stop either Martin
or Tom making it too obvious to the other boys. After watching Martin
handling Tom, Alex saw the change in his expression and quickly realised
that Martin's infatuation was starting to get the better of him. The
situation needed to be turned around before either boy made a fool of
themselves.

"Oi, Mart come on and get out the way." Moving next to him Alex gently
pushed him away from Tom. "Don't hog him! Let him check out one of us
first, you'll get your turn later."

"Right, who's it gonna be then?" said Joe looking around before pointing at
Brian and raising a finger to his lips. "Wot about you!"

With several excited voices urging Tom to reach out and grab him, Brian
moved slowly towards the log, the bulge in his shorts was unmissable.

"Move over." Alex took the opportunity to push Martin to one side.

"You've guessed ain't you?" whispered Martin nervously. "Is it obvious. Oh
fuck!"

"Yer, course. We're best mates ain't we, Tom and me. We tell each other
things, but don't worry, nobody's gonna find out." Alex smiled and brushed
his hand over his bottom, "See, the thing is we both want you and it ain't
no secret between us!"

"Oh fuck!" said Martin. "Wot. Both of you?"

"Yeah, that's wot we'd really like.. a fuck with all three of us!"

"Wot!"

"Yeah, just think, we could have Tom in the middle.. he fucks you and I
fucks him!"

"No! Wot!" Martin's mind was in turmoil. This was one scenario he'd never
even conjured up in a bedtime fantasy. "When? How?"

"Well it'll have to be fuckin' soon by the look of yer shorts!" said Alex
glancing down at the sunlight glancing off the growing wet spot.

"Oh shit!" Martin looked down and sighed. Finally he managed a
smile. "Silly, innit?"

"No, not if you like him?"

"I dunno, I'm older and that. I just know it ain't quite right."

"So?" replied Alex avoiding the ethical question. "Does that matter.. I
mean for today?"

"I dunno. It must or I wouldn't be worried would I?"

"But yer here right now, so why not?" said Alex. He then started to grin,
"Hey.. why don't you cum when he checks out yer shorts, then you'll be with
him as another victim and nobody would know would they?"

"Wouldn't that be too obvious?" Martin thought for a few seconds then
smiled. "No, no, yer right. I just know I'm gonna cum as soon as he puts
his hands up me shorts anyway!"

Having finished thoroughly exploring Brian's shorts and everything below
his waist Tom was on a positively sexual high and fostering a distinctly
wet patch on his Y-fronts, much in fact as the excited audience were also
experiencing! Brian limped off with one hand down the front of his shorts
nursing his erection whilst telling himself that he just had to wait until
it was his turn to explore Tom before he could allow himself to cum!

Who though, Tom wondered would be next, could it be Martin?

After some distant murmurings and a few footsteps Tom sensed somebody else
was now standing before him, instinctively lifting his legs he wrapped them
around the mystery boy and pulled him closer. Reaching forward he squeezed
something unmistakable very hard through the layers of clothing causing a
sharp intake of breath just as his other hand snaked to the rear. Whilst
kneading the tent in the front and having traced the outline of the
underpants through the shorts Tom slowly and tantalisingly slipped a hand
up the leg to feel the rear of the briefs.

"Fuckin' hell! Aertex undies!" cried Tom "Joe, it's you innit?"

"Bollocks!" replied Joe laughing. "I knew once you felt me pants you'd
guess, never mind I'll have me hand up yours shortly!"

"Tom, yer time was nearly up," said David, "you gotta be quicker next
time. Ready, here's the next one."

As Joe walked away, another pair of feet flattened the grass on the way
towards the log and stopped.

"Fuckin' hell, I can't do much more of this or I'm gonna cum in me pants!"
said Tom rubbing his shorts.

"We all wanna watch if you do!" said Brian laughing. "I nearly did just
now!"

With that Tom lifted his legs and pulled the next boy closer to him. Who it
was was immediately obvious since his size gave him away, it had to be
Jimmy. Not wishing to disappoint him too quickly Tom started to force his
hands up the legs of the shorts and under the tight elastic of his briefs.

"D'you know Jimmy," said Tom struggling to get his fingers anyway near
Jimmy's cock inside his briefs, "You really gotta get yer mum to buy you
some bigger pants, I can't get me bloody hands in here at all!"

"You tell her, she won't listen to me! I'm sick of these Woollies things!"
replied Jimmy with some feeling, "She thinks cause I'm small she can still
buy the kids stuff for me.

"Hey, I got some old ones that would fit you, if you want." suddenly
volunteered Martin much to everybody's surprise.

"Have you? Would you?" asked Jimmy excitedly.

"Yeah, they're only old Y-fronts, too small for me now but they'd do
you.. especially for things like this!"

"Yes!" Jimmy was now smiling. "I do... please."

"Oh fuck this for a game of soldiers!" exclaimed Tom still battling against
the elastic.

Pulling both his hands out and blindly grabbing at the legs of the shorts
he tugged them down which left Jimmy standing there in a very tight pair of
briefs. Bursting into laughter, Jimmy who was anything but shy pulled them
down himself allowing his much abused cock to twang upwards, grabbing Tom's
hand he directed onto his cock.

"Now rub it!" he demanded to the great delight of the watching boys.

"Sorry! Times up! Put him down!" said David laughing and interrupting them
after a few seconds. "Wouldn't be fair if he got longer would it?"

"Bollocks!" said Jimmy making a face. "Don't get much for a minute do you!"

"Not a lot! But, tell you wot ," said Tom giggling, "when you got them
other pants we'll do this again to make up for it!"

As Jimmy struggling to pull up his shorts over his painfully stiff cock,
David sidled over towards Alex and indicated that he and Alex should go
over to Tom together.

Hearing the suppressed giggles of the other boys as they realised what was
to happen Tom raised his head wondering whatever was being planned
next. Running through the list of boys in his head the butterflies gave a
momentary flutter as he speculated who it was going to be next. Surely
Martin had to appear soon?

"Right who's next?" called out Brian knowing full well who it was.

David and Alex stood side by side in front of Tom, unaware that they were
both there he raised his legs as before and clamped them together forcing
both boys into his groin.

"Fuckin' hell there's two of you!" he said in amazement having discovered
there were four legs not two! "Right let's see if I can tell who's who!"

With the other boys laughing Tom stretched out both arms and grabbed a
handful of buttock in each. Twisting the boys around he forced them to
stand virtually face to face, so close that the tents in their shorts were
touching each other.

Despite advising Martin on the problems of infatuation Alex couldn't
practice what he preached and had been getting himself more and more worked
up as the events had unfolded. Incredibly excited, to the delight of the
audience he put a hand down and squeezed David's cock guessing there was
good chance he had a wet spot as well, a good guess! The best was yet to
come, as not only was his closest friend Tom about to molest him in public,
but pretty soon he was also going to find his way into Martin's cummy
shorts. Turning around innocently enough, he purposely caught Martin's eye
and maintained contact for a few seconds.

That, plus the sight of Tom, David and Alex groping each other less than
six feet away was having a disastrous effect on Martin. Barely able to
control himself from cumming without even touching himself, the bulbous wet
patch on his shorts testified to his excitement. The situation could only
be destined to get worse and now heightened by Alex who kept looking over
at him and smiling.

"You gonna give `em two minutes Brian?" asked Joe. "You ought to, 'cause
there's two of 'em after all."

"Yeah. I wanna see this." said Jimmy still with one hand down the front of
his shorts.

"I `spose so." replied Brian. "It's getting good innit?"

"Fuckin' right it is!" said Tom excitedly. "Now you two, turn round and
let's see wot you got under yer shorts."

With that he twisted the two boys round through a hundred and eighty
degrees so their bums were now together and the front of their straining
shorts on full display. Now they faced the other way Tom allowed his hands
to wander all around their shorts tracing the outline of their briefs
before stopping and holding onto the bulge at the front.

"You dirty sods!" he exclaimed. "You both been leaking in yer pants!"

That really centred the attention on Alex who's shorts were glistening, he
giggled but nevertheless went a shade of deep red.

"And, this one," said Tom indicating Alex by running his fingers over the
wet area, "I reckon he's cum in 'em! I want somebody to have a look!"

"No I ain't.. I ain't!" cried Alex. It was too late Tom already had his
shorts pulled down to his knees exposing the dark wet patch on the front of
Alex's pale blue Y-fronts.

"I'll do it!" said Jimmy and rushed over. Pulling the elastic away from
Alex's stomach he peered in and then without giving it a second thought put
a hand down and scraped some of the slime off the fabric.

"Well?" said Tom. As he waited he rubbed the very familiar ribbed cotton
between his fingers. "Y-fronts.. it's Alex innit?"

"No, he ain't Tom." Jimmy stopped and licked his finger which brought some
groans from the excited boys.

"It's just precum, his willie's like a dripping tap!"

"And this one?" said Tom suddenly swinging round and pulling David's shorts
right down to his ankles which brought another very audible gasp from
Brian.

Martin squeezed his legs together as hard as he could in an effort to
contain the threatening ejaculation. The sight of David just standing there
in his powder blue bikini briefs with an equally impressive bulge and wet
spot was almost the tipping point.

"My turn!" said Joe quickly moving over towards David.

Much to both their enjoyment Joe repeated exactly what Jimmy had done
except instead of collecting his sample from the briefs he managed to pull
David's foreskin back and wiped his finger around that instead.

Tom meanwhile had been running his hands around the low waistband of
David's briefs and admiring the softness of material, much softer than his
old Y-fronts!

"Dave, you and Joe are right pair of fuckin' little wankers!" he said
quietly.

"Wot, just like you and Alex!" David replied laughing.

"Fuck off!"

"Right, times up!" called out Brian. In fact time had been up a couple of
minutes before, but the situation had been too arousing to be curtailed!

Much to everybody's delight Alex and David shuffled off with their shorts
still around ankles which took the immediate attention away from Tom who
remained on the log with his legs apart. Had anybody peeped up the legs of
his shorts they would have seen he too had now managed a wet patch, it had
been near thing but he had just managed to stave off a full ejaculation.

Finally, as if he didn't know Brian called out. "Now, who's next?"

Everybody knew who was next.

Everybody, was keenly anticipating finding out what was in those tenting
shorts and making them so translucent that when the light caught them the
pale blue of the Y-fronts was plainly visible.

"I think it's you now innit?" said Alex winking at Martin and putting a
finger to his lips to indicate silence.

Martin slowly nodded and looked over to Tom who was waiting, his legs open
ready to receive him. It was the moment he had both dreaded and waited for,
unsure if he could even walk the few paces before he came in his shorts.

Hidden in the bushes Barry and Robbie watched spellbound. Having a hand
down the front of each others shorts, the thought of watching as the entire
show unfolded was beyond their wildest dreams.

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Chapter 53 to follow