Date: Wed, 26 Jan 2011 16:43:50 +0000
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief Encounters chap 67

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 67 – Art puts his big foot in it


The three younger boys were only too keen to escape the confines of the
cubicle and had climbed carefully down to avoid standing in puddle of pee
on the floor. Alex and Brian crowded into the cubicle doorway with Nigel
and Tom standing behind all peering in to see exactly what had befallen
Richard. Or, more correctly what he had fallen into!

"Come here a sec."

Art was the last to get down, he nudged Tom and pulled him to one side
almost out of sight of the others.

"Wot's want now?" Tom was almost smiling. "You sods, you fuckin' got us
good and proper!"

"I `spose." said Art, his heart thumping. "Didn't know it was you lot,
honest."

"You've said that already, anyway we believes you. Poor fuckin' Brian
nearly crapped his pants!"

Having made the point, Tom looked up now smiling. Never having been that
close to Art before he studied his face noting the bumfluff on his top lip
and the various decimated acne craters. Simon was right, it was kind
face. Should he ever had had have any older brothers, Tom would have wanted
them like Martin and Art.

"Uumm.." for once Art seemed a little embarrassed and lost for words,
something easily picked up on by Tom.

Inches away, Tom smiled yet again. Art's immediate impulse was to take
Tom's smile as a signal and reached out to surprise Tom by hugging him
tightly. "I.. I just wanted to say we didn't mean it and.."

"We all knows that!"

With the fabled butterflies stirring once again deep inside Tom replied as
calmly and nonchalantly as he could, which in itself rather surprised at
Art. Even more surprising was the fact Art could feel something hard being
pushed into him. Unable to control himself he continued, "Oh fuck.. is
that.. uumm.. it's not your.."

"Me willy! Yer, it is!" blurted out Tom unable to control his
excitement. "I've wanted you to feel it for ages!"

Art took a deep breath, knowing in one of his many and varied bedtime
fantasies he'd also wanted to hold it as well.

Still smiling Tom forced himself ever closer. Feeling uncomfortable finally
Art recognised that his personal space hadn't just been invaded, it had
been occupied! He was certainly close enough to smell him and see that the
neatly pressed collar of Tom's clean white shirt wasn't buttoned up, Art
was beginning to look and feel a little worried.

"You alright?" asked Tom quietly seeing the change.

"No, yes...oh no I'm not. Tom we can't.. I'm older." hissed Art in Tom's
ear as he looked shoulder. At least the other boys were still being
entertained by Richard's toilet antics. Relaxing his grip he tried to back
away, Tom held onto him.

"Didn't you said yer zip was bust?" whispered Tom forcing a hand between
them. "Let me check it!"

Instinctively he cupped the open fly, then slipped his hand through to
grunt with delight on discovering the slimy wet patch adorning the front of
Art's briefs. Hot fingers grasped the thin cotton and began to slide it up
and down over the leaking cock head beneath. Art stood there rather taken
aback at the younger boys shameless actions.

What hadn't occurred to Art was that whilst he considered the younger boys
to be fair game and lusted over, some of those very same boys might even
have feelings for him. His ready wit coupled to Simon's enhanced tales of
masturbation marathons had ensured his notoriety amongst many second year
boys. Amazingly, he was unaware that he was regularly spied on for sight of
his legendary erections and even revered by some as a masturbatory role
model! Tom, though Simon had become an unwitting disciple and already
hopelessly confused by his own growing relationships with the Alex and
Martin was incapable of resisting the opportunity. Simon's graphic
descriptions of brotherly masturbation had clearly excited Tom who was now
determined to experience a handful of Art's hot cum for himself.

"Cor... nice cock! " murmured Tom, "Simon said it was!"

"Simon, wot? Wot's he said! Fuck! Oh no! Tom... you mustn't.. no.. oh
fuck!"

Art was getting frantic, like Martin before him he was suddenly
experiencing a tremendous feeling of guilt yet unable to resist the younger
boys blatant advances.

"It's not right."

"Wot's not right?" whispered Tom excitedly. "Bet I can wank you off in yer
pants right now!"

"It's no fuckin' bet," replied Art honestly. If he could have crossed his
legs he would. "It's a fuckin' certainty!"

"You's bigger than Mart!" said Tom unabashed. "Thicker!"

"Wot! How d'you know that?" Art already knew the answer, but had to string
along.

"When d'you last have a wank?" asked Tom.

Art didn't reply. He couldn't, even for him this was getting far too
intimate and far too quickly. Despite wanting Tom, morally he had to at
least try and keep him at a distance. Now he understood all too well what
Martin had to go through before finally giving conceding that he was
desperately attracted to younger boys.

"Wot about the others?" asked Art.

"Well, wot about 'em! They've got fatty over there in the bog to watch!"
said Tom grinning. Art glanced over towards the corner it and saw the other
three boys still avidly watching to see how Richard would extricate himself
from the toilet.

"Oh god!" sighed Art. He resigning himself to Tom's charms. "Wot have you
done to me.. oh fuck.. I don't understand. Why ain't you older!"

"Now, you can feel the front of me shorts!" said Tom ignoring Art's
mutterings. His left hand was already through the hole in his pocket as his
right hand continued, to be fully occupied massaging Art's leaking cock as
fast as he could.

Feeling Tom wanking himself through his own shorts pocket had a dramatic
effect on Art. It was what he couldn't see that was the big turn on, like
being a voyeur and secretly watching him wanking under a desk. Reversing
his previous decision to repel he pulled Tom towards him again and reached
round to grab a handful of his firm young buttocks.

"Oh shit.. ohh.. fuck!" Such close contact had it's own rewards as Art
discovered when he started to tremble. "Oh no! Fuck, not here!""

To cum this quickly even for Art was a rarity and a further sign of Tom's
powerful influence. Arching his back he rammed his spluttering cock into
Tom's shorts who, having been on the brink of cumming himself so many times
already that day, required virtually no inducement before he too exploded
inside his briefs.

"Art, wot are you fuckin' doing now?"

Nigel had turned away from the entertaining happenings in Richard's cubicle
to look for Art. Guessing something was afoot he saw him looking furtively
back from across Tom's shoulder. Unable to reply lest he alert Tom to the
fact Nigel had now seen what was going on, Art just went bright red and
raised a finger to his lips. Nigel's face broke into a huge grim and he
made a thumb and forefinger sign before turning back to maintain the
interest in Richard before Brian and Alex realised what was going on.

Having been seduced by a twelve year old boy in short trousers it was now
proving all too embarrassing even by Art's low standards to be caught by
anyone other than Nigel.

With Tom was still clinging onto him, he desperately tried to compose
himself ready to face the others who would surely be looking for them any
second. Eventually shaking Tom loose they physically parted. Tom was still
furiously masturbating despite having ejaculated and looking up at Art
adoringly, not to say as though he were totally besotted by him. Neither
said anything, there was no need as the attraction was mutual, but the
morals possibly wrong.

For Art, dealing with his raw emotions regarding Tom would have to wait
till he could talk it through properly with Nigel. That left his immediate
problems which were far more tangible. From early morning onwards the day
appeared to have gone from bad to worse, it had become a losing battle. His
appearance was a disaster even before school started he now looked
considerably worse. Having lost one safety pin his trousers were more or
less gaping open, the grey material streaked with the darker stains of
semen and the saturated material of his underpants visible through the
fly. Tom's uniform hadn't escaped entirely unscathed either. When Art's
monumental discharge had flooded his underpants, Tom couldn't help himself
rubbing up against him consequently smearing the front of his shorts with
Art's own brand of semen.

All of a sudden from the other side of the toilet there was a huge cheer,
Nigel, Alex and Brian stepped backwards as Richard emerged looking just as
one would expect after falling into a school toilet!

"Please, don't say nothing, just pretend we've been back here watching,
right?" said Art pushing Tom forward.

"Right."

Just to the ram the point home he whispered in Tom's ear, "Don't for fuck's
sake say anything.. please. Not to nobody."

"We know we've both been doing something we shouldn't," said Tom turning
"so you don't tell on me and I won't tell on you!"

"Whatever." Art heaved a sigh of relief and turned to watch Richard emerge
with his right trouser leg looking as though it had been soaked nearly up
the knee.

"Wot you gonna do?" said Nigel looking aghast at the pool of dirty water
now forming on the tiled floor.

"Fuck knows!" Richard pulled a face. Kicking his shoe off revealed a
soaking wet sock, more dirty water ran out of the shoe. "Oh bleeding
hell.. it's.. it's fuckin' piss!"

Alex did his best not to giggle. Even Brian had cheered up at seeing
Richards discomfort, he looked over at Nigel as though he were some form of
oracle about to dispense compelling words of wisdom and magically sort out
any problem. Or, at least that was how Nigel had always appeared to him
before. Dependable. Solid.

"Well.. fuck me!" said Nigel trying not to laugh. Brian looked very
disappointed, his illusion shattered. So, maybe the older boys didn't
really know anymore than they did!

"I'd love to!" said Art quickly. They all laughed. If only they knew he
really meant it.

"There's... ohh... fuck...no.. fuck.. fuck! Looks like fuckin' shit on me
trousers!" cried Richard in despair, then seeing all the grinning faces and
nearly burst into tears.

Both Nigel and Art had been in similar situations, invariably of their own
making and in the very same toilet! Knowing the feeling of utter
desperation of having to face parents and peers alike after decimating
their school uniforms through various ejaculatory pleasures of the flesh
was not an experience to recommend to anyone.

"Don't fuckin' wobble Rich, calm down!" said Nigel firmly, yet again
stepping again into the breech. "You just gotta take 'em off and fuckin'
wash 'em ain't you?"

"Wot!" Richard looked round with eyes wide. "No.. not in front of you lot!"

"Why? You got dirty pants on then?" rather unwisely asked Alex, who not
only had a major interest in skidmarks, but was trying to get back at being
caught with his own pants down minutes earlier.

"Fuck off!" said Richard angrily, terrified at removing his trousers after
some thirty minutes worth of over-stimulated precum production. With his
Y-fronts glued to him already it would make him even more of a laughing
stock than he was already.

"Alex, fuckin' knock it off." snapped Nigel. "We might have seen you with
yer pants down but you ain't covered in piss with a shoe full shit like
him, are you?"

"Sorry.. I.. sorry." said Alex quietly knowing he had said the wrong thing
and looking rather embarrassed at being told off particularly by the placid
Nigel.

"Oh, it's all right, I'm just bit fuckin' knackered. Sorry Alex. Sorry."
Nigel smiled at him. "Now, you got a watch, so wot's the time, how long
before the bell?"

Nigel was as ever right, Alex consulted his Timex timepiece. "About ten
minutes."

"Fuck!" cried Richard. "Wot am I gonna do?"

"I've fuckin' told you," said Nigel firmly, "take yer fucking trousers off
and give `em a bit of a wash in the basin."

"But.." Richard didn't say it, although from the way he looked around it
was obvious that he didn't want to in front of an audience.

"Tell you what, why don't you three bugger off and leave us to it?" said
Art to Alex suddenly realising what the problem could be. "You wouldn't
like to get undressed in front of a room full of little wankers would you?"

"No, yer right." muttered Alex sounding very disappointed at missing the
show.

"I wouldn't." said Brian meekly although feeling like Alex somewhat sad at
not getting to see what Richard's cock and how it compared to Martins.

"Come on then, let's go." said Tom flashing a smile at Art, "And it's
agreed you lot ain't saying nothing about catching us lot like you did?"

"We fuckin' promised didn't us?" said Nigel. "Right agreed, Art, Richard?"

"Yer, promise and you won't say nothing about me?" Richard sounded worried,
he looked up from fiddling with clasp on his trousers.

"No, I spose can't. Can we?" Alex looked at Brian and Tom who nodded in
agreement.

"Yer, I Promise." said Art catching Tom's eye as he did so. Tom smiled,
confirming he had to keep his side of the bargain as well.

"Well, they've gone now." said Nigel turning to Richard as the door slammed
shut. "Ten minutes, so get 'em off, you can't have nothing that we ain't
seen before!"

Turning away and leaving Richard to untie his one dry shoe, Nigel moved to
face Art only a few inches apart.

"So did you?" asked Nigel quietly. He saw the gaping fly, the grey white
lump of Art's briefs looking extremely tempting.

Art closed his eyes and nodded, "Couldn't help it. Bloody hell, now I know
wot Mart went through. Nige, now I'm bloody well all mixed up. I am, I
knows it."

"Yer, I can see that." said Nigel. Unable to resist he suddenly pushed his
hand through Art's open fly and ran his fingers up the length of Art's hard
cock through his briefs. Withdrawing it, the fresh semen glistened on his
fingers.

"Oh shit. Don't!" Art looked really embarrassed and took a deep breath
watching Nigel's every move.

"Sorry... I couldn't resist it... well resist you, that's the fuckin'
truth!" said Nigel in between licking his fingers. "You tastes so good!"

"Oh fuck!" Art swallowed hard, he wanted Nigel right then and there, but
then he had just wanted Tom as well. Now there was Richard poncing about in
his cummy underpants as well! Too many possibilities and all too confusing
with too little time.

Richard was dangling his trousers around over the basin. Two plump buttocks
encased in very familiar white ribbed cotton were barely covered by the
white shirt tail, under which hung the hem of a matching vest, all topped
by the maroon school blazer. A vest!

"Fuck me!" exclaimed Nigel having finally noticed, his eyes popping out on
stalks. "That's your fuckin' vest!"

"Wot do I do now?" asked Richard lamely, evidently never having washed
anything in his life before.

"Ain't you never done nothing like this before?" asked Art, not sounding
particularly interested in Richard's problems. The reason was clear,
prompted by Nigel he was taking more interest in the vest than Richard who
was wearing it!

Richard shook his head and looked blank. "No, me mum does everything."

"Thought so." muttered Nigel to himself as he continued to look at the
vest.

"Well, you put some warm water in the fuckin' basin with a bit of soap and
donk yer trouser leg in it and sorta wash it!" replied Art watching the
tail of the vest as Richard moved.

"But only wet the bit you wanna wash, not the whole fuckin' thing!" added
Nigel seeing Richard about to immerse all the trousers. "Otherwise wot the
fuck is you gonna wear this afternoon! Then you wrings 'em out. Easy
innit?"

"Oh.. I see." he said looking hopelessly lost and sploshing water
everywhere.

"Then you could rinse yer sock and shoe out." said Nigel.

Art wondered how inept the boy could be! Maybe it was that he had never had
to wash out semen stains from anything he didn't want his parents to
discover. Maybe he just left a trail of spunk stains over all his clothes
and bedding.

"Don't yer mum see you've been wanking over everything then?" asked Art,
quite intrigued.

"How?"

"You do wank?" asked Art outright! "Well yer bedclothes, pyjamas, pants and
that.. you's bound to get cum stains all over something ain't you?"

"I.. I.. ain't umm.. never thought about it!" Richard turned a brilliant
shade of red, "D'you... you don't think me mum will have noticed then?"

Nigel was laughing, "Depends, don't it. If you're like Art doing it five
times a fuckin' day then the whole fuckin' house will be covered in it!"

Art thought it was time to move on before Richard had another panic attack
and time was running out. "Come on mate, forget that. He's joking, I don't
`spect she's noticed at all. Anyway, bleeding times running out so fuckin'
get on with washing yer stuff."

"He's right I `spect, don't `spect she's noticed nothing." said Nigel
encouragingly, his eyes still fixed on the hem of the vest. "Now squeeze
the water out of 'em trousers and let `em drip over the edge of the basin,
then come here!"

Obediently Richard hung his wet clothes over the basin and walked the
couple of paces to face Nigel, unaware of the enormous bulge that was being
barely contained his underpants and trousers.

Art knew there wasn't a cat in hell's chance of anything drying and like
Nigel had another monster erection due to the vest!

"Wot do I do now then?" asked Richard.

"Well, see Rich, wot we came he for was to have wank wanna it?" Nigel
reached down and started to unzip his fly. "And you gotta believe me that I
really do need a bloody good wank!"

"Wot!" Richard paled and seemed rooted to the spot. "We ain't got time."

"We fuckin' have!"

In what could have been an orchestrated pincer movement Nigel moved to
swiftly pulled Richard's blazer from his shoulders, as Art started
unbuttoning his shirt. Pulling it open to reveal the unmistakable white
ribbed cotton of a Lyle & Scott matching vest and pants set.

Nigel hadn't seen anybody wearing one since his junior school days,
breathing heavily he inspected it. He was right, there were stains on the
front of it above the front of Richard's matching briefs, were they pee or
cum? Reaching out he pressed the vest hard onto the briefs and confirmed
there was indeed something very hard hidden within some rather wet briefs.

"You're hard!" Nigel grinned. "Fucking hell, have you cum? Yer pant's is
all fucking gooey!"

Embarrassed beyond belief Richard muttered something about precum and
desperately tried to pull the vest down to cover himself as Art started to
remove the shirt. Having stripped him, the sight of Richard standing there
in just his matching underclothes with his white arms and legs on display
nearly had Nigel cumming on the spot!

"I thought you wanted a wank?" said Art moving in for kill, "We'll show you
ours and then we'll see yours, that all right?"

Before Richard could answer Nigel had dropped his trousers to reveal his
own grubby underpants, soaked with precum and the leaking head of his
magnificent organ escaping out the elasticated side by his leg. Art,
struggling with the remaining safety pin finally got it undone and dropped
his own trousers to expose the stained white bikini briefs, the front
soaked and now translucent after his ejaculation.

"There!" said Art proudly, then giggled. "Sorry.. but I seem to have cum
already!"

"You gonna take 'em down or shall I?" asked Nigel calmly lifting the vest
to expose Richard's equally soggy briefs. "Oh shit, you are messy boy!"

"Looks like you cum as well." said Art grinning. He pinching the end of his
cock, it twitched and more semen oozed out of the cotton as he did so.

Richard didn't answer, just shook his head and eventually stuttered, "It's
just precum.. I makes it a lot!"

"He's like you then Nige!" said Art grinning. "Makes it by the fuckin'
gallon!"

With that two pairs of excited hands set about exploring and then pulling
Richards briefs down to his knees. Both knowing that it was the state of
partial undress that turned them on.

"Fuckin' hell that's hot!" said Nigel. "Him in pants like that and wearing
that vest!"

"Who'd have thought he'd have a big prick as well." said Art looking. "Bet
when that get's up he's bigger than me!"

"Hell of a foreskin, must a big `un to bloody fill that." Nigel was already
grinning expectantly.

Having seen what Art and Nigel had by way of equipment Richard was now
absolutely dreading the next bit. Why had he ever suggested they get
together.

"Let's get it up for you then." said Nigel eagerly reaching out and taking
Richards cock in his hand, he rolled the end of the long foreskin between
his fingers squeezing out more precum as he did so.

Art meanwhile, absolutely fascinated by the matching vest and pants was
standing behind Richard looking at his white body, almost whiter that the
material of his vest! As the slimy end of his drooling prick started wiping
itself on Richard's briefs, Art began rubbing his hands over the vest and
the erect nipples beneath.

"Well fuck me!" suddenly exclaimed Nigel who had been very carefully
studying the contents of Richard's underpants. "He's hard already! His
pricks only four inches long.. it's all fuckin' foreskin! Bloody hell, he's
got enough helmet here for two!"

"Wot! Nah, can't be! It's a fuckin' biggun innit!" Art moved quickly round
to look. "You sure? Rub it up!"

Nigel stared in disbelief. The watery one eye of Richards stumpy four
inches stared indignantly back from the depths of his foreskin. Gently,
with very experienced fingers Nigel pulled the foreskin back over the head
to show Art. That released several more dollops of precum but also
confirmed there was indeed enough capacity to cover something at least
seven inches long and Richard only had about four!

"No wonder you keeps it hidden in the fuckin' changing room! Me little
brother Simon's is bigger than that!" Art blurted out without thinking what
he was saying.

"Wot? Hey, wot's that?" startled at what he was hearing Nigel looked up at
Art. "Oh fucking hell! Art you daft cunt! Oh fuck! Wot the fuck d'you say
that for?"

"Oh shit... I'm sorry I didn't mean it.. oh fuck!" Art was genuinely
contrite. As ever he was only speaking the truth, understandably though in
this case it was the last thing Richard wanted to hear!

Desperately inhibited and too timid to join Nigel ejaculating in class the
previous afternoon, the concerns of his small penis were invariably on
Richard's mind. Having thought about it all night he had finally made the
decision to ask Nigel if the offer to masturbate with him still
stood. Somehow he guessed Art might well become involved but didn't mind,
thinking it might help make him less self conscious. However, the next step
to actually ask Nigel really did take every ounce of courage with the
knowledge that once he asked there would be no going back. So having
finally asked and bolstered by a constant erection, he passed the mornings
lessons in a state of slimy trepidation waiting for dinner time to come
around.

Then the reality. As exciting as it first seemed to find the boisterous
second year boys already in the toilet, his dream of a gentle introduction
to communal wanking with the sympathetic Art and Nigel was shattered. The
sexual tension in the toilet was palpable as he witnessed for himself when
looking over the cubicle, from then on everybody became over excited and
nothing seemed to go to plan. After falling into the dirty toilet bowl and
being laughed at he felt a complete fool and began to dread whatever was to
happen next. Even trying to wash his clothes quickly proved he couldn't do
that simple job and then the ultimate humiliation. To find himself standing
in a sordid school toilet having been stripped to his underwear only to be
told he had a cock the size of a twelve year old.

It had all gone wrong. Horribly wrong. Unsurprisingly after the catalogue
of disasters it hadn't taken very much to push him over the edge. Tears
were rolling down his cheeks.

"Oh fuck! Richard pull yerself together!" said Nigel standing up. Seeing
any sexual activity was off the menu he started to pull his trousers
up. "Come on, or the bloody bell will going in a minute."

"Can't." he both sounded and looked very forlorn.

"Oh Art, you silly cunt, why the fuck d'you say that?" Nigel was plainly
annoyed. "Come on let's help him get dressed before the fuckin' bell."

It was indeed a faux pas of monumental proportions. Art appeared to be just
hovering around unsure what to do or say and was looking pretty distraught
himself. With sex was definitely out of the question he started pulling his
trousers up only to be reminded that without a zip it was going to be a
nightmare of an afternoon. Luckily he saw one bent safety pin on the dirty
floor and having retrieved that he tentatively moved over to help Richard
get dressed. Suddenly, much to Nigel's surprise he changed his mind and
threw his arms around Richard before beginning to apologised profusely,
tearfully even.

Leaving Art talking quietly and hopefully making peace, Nigel busied
himself by examining the wet trousers and shoe. There was little he could
do other than use masses of the school issue, non-absorbent, Izal
medicated, bum rasping toilet paper to try to dry the shoe.

His hands smelling of the revolting disinfectant he finally gave up and
turned back to see Art who had been redressing Richard and was rebuttoning
his shirt whilst being watched by a pair very red eyes.

"Yer, try yer trousers, Rich," said Nigel rather apologetically holding
them out, "sorry, they smells but it's the best I can do."

Richard sniffed. "Thanks."

"I'm sorry about Art, I know he didn't mean it. Honest." said Nigel.

"Oh I knows he didn't. It's true though innit?" replied Richard sniffing
again. "But I don't need telling do I, that's wot did it. It's why I ain't
never joined in with nothing innit?"

"Wot can we do? I've fucked you right up today ain't I?" said Art
hesitantly, "I mean to sorta make up.. oh fuck I don't know. I ain't having
a good day, it all went fuckin' wrong when I got up!"

"Wot?" it never occurred to Richard that he wasn't the only who could have
problems.

"You sound a bit happier Rich?" said Nigel, hoping to move them both on.

"All that fuckin' broken bog stuff didn't help." said Richard struggling to
get his leg down the wet trouser leg. "Will them other kids say anything?"

"No, they know's better." Nigel turned and saw Art's face, by now looking
as downcast as Richard. "Look I ain't making excuses for Art and he
shouldn't have said wot he did. He ain't himself this morning, he got one
hell of a bollocking by his mum `cause he's broken the zip on his trousers
again and..."

"Nige, no.. shut up! Don't fuckin' tell, please... no!" this time it was
Art that sounded distraught. "Don't make no excuses for me. I shouldn't
have said it, that's all there is to it."

"anyway, his dad had to bring him to school. I ain't making excuses, I'm
just saying."

"We've both had a bad time then?" Richard looked at Art .

"Yeah I `spose you have. Here's yer blazer." Nigel held it out. "We didn't
mean nothing. It just all got a bit over the top and silly, didn't it?"

"Silly? It was fuckin' stupid!" Art looked at Nigel. "And I was fuckin'
stupid, I always is!"

"Come, Art calm down, it's fuckin' over now."

"It's not," Art looked at the floor, "I gotta go home yet and fuckin' look
at me now!"

"We'll tidy you up in the afternoon break." said Nigel trying to sound
positive.

"Well it's over for me." said Richard after a pause. "I can't change me
cock and I can't go round hiding it for ever can I? You've made me face it
now, I gotta accept it ain't I?"

"I `spose, not nice to do it that way though was it?" Nigel scratched his
head. "Well, we won't say nothing, so nobody need know."

"But would you... would you.." Richard almost smiled, "would you do it
again, just you two! You've seen it and I want to do with you. I need to. I
fuckin' got to. Will you?"

"You daft fucker! Shit, you're a glutton for punishment!" Nigel slowly
grinned. "Anytime, anytime. But you gotta wear that vest!"

"Yeah, anytime, but not in here!" added Art. "I'm going right off this
fuckin' place."

"So hows yer trousers? asked Nigel knowing the bell would soon be
ringing. "They don't look too bad `cause they're that really sorta dark
grey."

"Well I know they're wet and me fuckin' shoe is wet and horrible, just hope
I ain't gotta walk too far in it!"

"Nige would you pin me up?" asked Art holding out the bent safety pin. "And
you'll help me tidy up in the break, won't you?"

"Course."

"No, hang on," interrupted Richard, "Art please, let me do it."

"Why not." said Art pushing himself forward. "Could be a bit messy mind!"

Richard was certainly not as nimble with the safety pin as Nigel and
somehow his fingers kept finding their way inside to touch Art's slimy
briefs. By the time he managed it Art was smiling again and harbouring yet
another solid erection!

"I see you got another one started as well!" said Nigel. Blushing Richard's
looked down to see the bulge in his trousers.

"Now, don't fuckin' blush and get all shy `cause here's the trick. We
learnt this ages ago, didn't us Art?" said Nigel, "Wot you gotta say now
is, yeah it's a hard one and I'm gonna have fuckin' good wank when I get's
home! Now, go on say it!"

Slightly puzzled Richard repeated, "Yeah it's a hard one and I'm gonna have
fuckin' good wank when I get's home!"

"See.. that's probably wot you are gonna do anyway innit? But by telling
'em it shows you don't give a shit wot they thinks and saying yer gonna
have a wank you is like ... uumm... ah, well.. like defusing their
argument, see then they ain't got nothing left to take the piss out of or
laugh at. D'you get it?"

Richard face lit up with a smile. "I think I see wot you means."

Nigel was about to conclude his simple home grown philosophy when the
lesson bell started to ring so loudly it curtailed all conversation for
several seconds and gave them an opportunity to collect their belongings.

"So, when some clever sod sees it in the bog and says, hey Rich you gotta a
small cock, well all you got reply is," Nigel bent down to pick up his bag,
"is, something like, well yeah but I don't care `cause me foreskin's so big
I uses it as an umbrella!"

Art collapsed in laughter at the though of it, Richard however saw the
simple logic.

"Come on let's get out of here." Nigel led the way as he did in so many
other ways as well. "Wot's the expression? Attack is better than
defence. That's it! D'you see, they'll just leave you alone after that. Or,
better still maybe they'll ask you to have a quick wank with 'em! Won't
they Art?"

"Yer." Art grinned. "Mind you, I'd ask anybody to have wank with me!"


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Chapter 68 to follow