Date: Tue, 08 Feb 2011 20:16:00 +0000
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief Encounters Chap 68

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 68 – Kiss and make up


After what had seemed to be a long and sometimes very emotional day Art was
really pleased to at last be on the bus going home, he was again joined by
Simon after his friends had got off. Following the previous days adventures
on the bus Art wasn't entirely sure if Simon was sitting by him out of
brotherly love or merely hoping for another sexual encounter, either way he
didn't mind.

"I ain't seen you at all today, so wot happened this morning then?" asked
Simon strategically placing his bag on his lap should he get over excited.

"You gonna have a little play under that?" replied Art looking down and
ignoring the question.

"Me! No!" said Simon firmly, who was nowhere near the exhibitionist league
that Art had been elevated to. "Not yer, wot if we're seen?"

"Oh, so you would then? Where then?" Art forced his hand under the bag and
rather vigorously kneaded the front of Simon's shorts, something was
already stirring that was for sure!

"Fuckin' leave it!" said Simon looking around in panic. "Art please don't,
we'll get seen."

"Nah, we won't" he said slowly turning round to check for himself. "Bet I
can get me fingers through the front of yer nice white pants and do it
quicker than you can!"

"No. Leave it alone. I don't wanna be caught."

"Wot about, this then!"

"Wot?" Simon looked about. "Wot?"

"This!" Art suddenly bent forward and rammed a hand up the leg of Simon's
shorts to prod two grubby fingers between his legs before Simon could avoid
it.

"No.. no.. no!" squeaked Simon hopping up and down on the seat whilst
trying unsuccessfully to dislodge Art's hand. "They'll see!"

"Well, let me go in the front then... go on.. just to try it." whispered
Art as seductively as he could. "You fuckin' love it, don't you?"

Short of moving seats, Simon could see there was going to be no peace until
Art had had his way. Besides the truth was he rather liked the idea and
wanted to find out what had happened that morning.

"Only if you tells me wot happened this morning with mum then."

"Right." Art nodded quickly withdrawing his hand from the leg and
transferring the assault to the fly. Deftly the fingers started to search
for the zip down and before Simon had realised what was happening the zip
had been rammed all the way down.

"Bleeding hell that was quick!" exclaimed Simon looking around yet again,
but now knowing he really did find it as exciting as Art to do something on
the bus.

"Wot's makes these pants?" asked Art rubbing the soft cotton between his
fingers, "It's thicker stuff than me old Y-fronts were made of ain't it?"

"Woollies innit? Mum always buys me Woollies." he nudged Art. "Now go on
and tell me wot happened."

"Didn't take you long to get hard! When d'you last have a wank then?" the
grubby index finger was already rubbing the little piss slit on top the
hard shaft. Just as Art had hoped Simon started to respond and shuffled
about in his seat closing his legs.

"All right! All right, I did it this morning! Come on so wot happened?"
Simon was beginning to get a little annoyed at Art's prevarication. "Come
on Art, tell me or get yer hand out me pants!"

"Fuckin' calm down or the whole of the bus will know you had a wank this
morning!" replied Art quietly.

"Fuck!" hissed Simon and looked around yet again.

"Now, I'll tell you." said Art. "I went downstairs with the towel round me
`cause me zip had gone on me trousers after you'd messed it up yesterday on
the bus!"

"Oh," said Simon as innocently as he could, knowing full well he had broken
it. "did I?"

"Yes, you fuckin' did and you fuckin' know it!" Art purposely made eye
contact so that Simon was forced to look back. "Anyway, mum thought I
looked a mess as usual, that didn't help. Then she says me spare trousers
also gotta a broken zip so I'd have to make do with safety pins!"

"Hey, oh shit... Art... hang on... stop!"

Simon was now squirming about on the seat with the end of his prick
beginning to tingle. Now under Art's control, things were happening far too
quickly and Art who knew more than a thing or two about masturbation and
had set out to prove it!

"Oh, all right." said Art with an evil glint in his eye.

"Don't you dare wank me in me pants will you! You's only playing with it,
right?" Simon sounded almost in a panic. "Don't you make me make a mess in
me pants... `cause... 'cause if mum sees them.."

"Course not. Would I?" interrupted Art. "Anyway, I `spect dad would have to
have chat with you about them birds and fuckin' bees if you were found to
have wanky stains in yer pants!"

"Wot!" Simon went red at the thought of it. However, for the feelings that
Art as currently inducing maybe it was worth even that!

Art grinned now feeling something warm and slimy on his fingertips, maybe
Simon was a lot nearer to making that mess than he thought!

"So wot happened then?" panic stricken or not Simon wanted to be fondled.

"Anyway, so I turns a bit quick and the towel catches on that fuckin' chair
and falls off, that's when you saw me bum wanna it?"

"Is that all? The way mum went on I thought you'd flashed yer willy at
her!" Simon sounded disappointed and was beginning to get the feeling he
had been short changed somewhere.

"Nah, I think she was mad at me appearance and that, you know wot she's
like in the mornings." Simon's cock was definitely taking on life of it's
own, it twitched of it's own accord between Art's hot and clammy fingers.

"Yer. Lucky dad was there wasn't it?" said Simon. "He calms her down."

"So, all she saw was me pants." concluded Art.

"Were they clean?" Simon's breathing was beginning to speed up, he giggled
"Yer, just like I can see 'em now, one pin ain't enough when you got a hard
on is it?"

"Me a hard on, nah. You can put yer hand in and check if you wants." Art
flashed another award winning smile and knowing the excited state Simon was
in, it would be an offer he couldn't refuse. A second later his hand snaked
over and went straight in through the opening.

"Bleeding hell, it's all sticky! You've cum in 'em again and it's still
hard!" Simon looked at him in amazement as his fingers curled the soggy
cotton around the hard shaft. "Wot... d'you cum in 'em every day at school
then?"

"Might do."

Holding Simon's gaze Art increased the friction around the cockhead. At his
age Simon produced very little precum anyway, but today with Art's help it
was going to be an exception. Despite all his protestations he really
wanted to be very daring and copy Art to experience just what it was like
to ejaculate in his underpants on a bus. The thrill of being expertly
masturbated by his elder brother, in a public place, whilst he in turn had
his hand inside his brothers slimy underpants was rapidly becoming too
much. It was at that point when Simon gave up all pretence of objecting and
closed his eyes knowing he really wanted to cum in his briefs and ignore
the consequences.

From his window seat Art could see it would be less than five minutes
before they reached their stop, tightening his grip on the slippery shaft
he applied himself to the task in hand. In a few short strokes could feel
Simon's involuntary movements as the sperm started to force it's way
upwards. With eyes tightly closed and legs firmly crossed Simon was now
breathing very quickly and began to groan as his cock spewed it's hot load
into his briefs and between the fingers of Art's hand.

"There, your dream has come true!" whispered Art trying not to giggle as
Simon's body jerked beneath his hand.

"Mmmhhh.."

With Art doing his best to distribute the sperm all over the white briefs,
Simon took to squeezing his legs together to force the last drop from his
balls. It was probably Simon's largest deposit ever and closing his eyes he
lay back in the seat with his cock tingling as never before.

"Now, little brother," said Art leaning over as he mischievously wiped his
hand on the front of Simon's shorts, "if you don't get yer hand out me
pants and grab hold of yer bag instead, yer gonna miss yer stop!"

With that Art stood up. Simon's hand fell from the gaping fly putting the
bulging and almost translucent briefs very definitely on display. Smiling
to himself at how sexy he looked Art nonchalantly reached back down below
the seat for his bag, lifting it in front he pushed past Simon and once in
the aisle he shook him violently by the shoulder.

"We're there, come on and get up!" after a second added beginning to
giggle. "Oh, but you've already done that!"

For once it was Simon who had to scrabble to get himself together and rush
down the steep stairs after Art, who for some reason now appeared to be
consumed by laughter.

"Wot you laughing at?" said Simon looked very flustered as he jumped off
the platform on the pavement.

"Nothing." Art started walking briskly down the street.

"You don't fuckin' laugh at nothing, wot is it?" asked Simon again as he
awkwardly struggled to keep. The perils of cumming in his underpants were
beginning make themselves felt as the head of his hard cock started sliding
around inside the cummy briefs whilst still tingling from Art's
ministrations.

"Well, it's you innit kid?" Art forged on down the pavement swinging his
bag nonchalantly in front.

"Me? Wot you mean?" snapped Simon, finding the forced pace a little much
and feeling the need to hold his cock.

"Well think," said Art, "wot happens normally?"

"I don't fuckin' know!" said Simon plainly getting annoyed, his cock now
rather uncomfortably stuck partway out of the fly of his briefs.

"Well fuckin' think!"

"Art.. slow down.. stop... please, me cocks caught in me pants!" said Simon
in desperation. "Think about wot?"

"Well, normally it's me innit?" Art stopped and turned, he grinned, "You
know. Me, the one with cum all over his trousers and his fly open so his
pants are on show!"

"Wot! Wot d'you mean? Wot you on about?" squeaked Simon. He stopped in his
tracks and slowly looked down in horror.

"Oh fuck! Fuck! You don't mean.."

There were certainly some dubious looking dark streaks which contrasted
nicely with the light grey of his shorts around the fly, which was indeed
wide open. The wet bump in the front white briefs glinted in the sunlight
as it peeped from within.

"D'you know," said Art turning to walk again, "I think mum might have go at
you for a change, especially when she sees wot you done in yer
pants. There'll be all them yellow marks when they dries outs! Dad'll be
having a word with you next!"

"When she sees! Wot.." Simon looked again and grabbed at the zip. "Wot! Oh
fuckin' hell! Oh fuck... fuck..  me zips fucked!"

Leaving Simon standing on the pavement swearing as he struggled to pull the
zip up Art wandered slowly on whistling as he went, he hadn't sabotaged the
zip it really was a coincidence, but couldn't have happened at a more
opportune moment. Simon though was not amused. Even less amused when he
succeeded in spreading more of the fresh semen liberally adorning the front
of his briefs over his shorts before finally conceding that the zip was
indeed a fatality to the pleasures of the flesh!

"Art, it's stuck!" he said eventually running up behind him clutching his
bag in panic. "Wot can I do? It's stuck! Fuckin' help me."

"Fuckin' help yerself! Now, d'you know how it feels?" said Art firmly. "You
were laughing your fuckin' head off this morning when I was stuck there in
just me pants with mum and dad. Weren't you? You didn't fuckin' help, you
just made it a whole lot fuckin' worse."

"Oh." Simon's face fell, the truth had returned to bite him hard on the
bum.

"Oh! Yeah, that's right, fuckin' oh! You know wot she's like when she gets
going and you fuckin' laughing all the time didn't help me did it? It ain't
the first time either is it? You fuckin' done it and dropped me right
fuckin' in it before ain't you? You did it last fuckin' week as well!"

"Oh." Simon really didn't know wot to do or say, he looked at Art. "Sorry."

"Bit late for that, innit?"

"Yer." by the crestfallen look on his face Simon was learning his lesson
very quickly, the hard way. "Art, wot do I do? Help me, I don't want her
going on me and her starting to look at me clothes like she does to you."

"But I gotta bloody face her now haven't I? And that's after this morning."
said Art. "She's either gonna be hopping mad or full of smiles. You know
that, so you gonna have to be a bit braver."

"I spose." Simon knew his mothers mood swings where Art was concerned and
had certainly been guilty of putting Art in the firing line on more than
one occasion in the past.

"I'll help you if you help me." Art pointed a finger. "But you gotta stop
winding her up when you can see she's having a go and I'm already deep in
the fuckin' shit."

"How?" his voice was cracking, he blinked .

"You can stop fuckin' laughing every time for a start, that really don't
help!" Art beckoned. "Now fuckin' come here."

Unsure of what was going to happen, Simon moved hesitantly towards him only
to be surprised when Art hugged him.

"Right yer bollocking's over, now you just fuckin' help me the next time
she gets going. Right?"

"Right. But.. wot can I do now?" asked Simon, partly muffled by Art's
blazer. He rubbed his head into the maroon fabric drying his eyes.

"Well, I was gonna say," said Art quickly pushing his hand between them and
squeezing the lump though the open fly, "bloody hell, yer pants ain't half
sticky! And, yer still half hard!"

Simon wriggled his hand into Art's fly in return. "So's you!"

"I was gonna say, if we knew she wasn't on the warpath we'd have had
another wank! But, you're gonna have to play this one by ear, she might
pounce on either of us as we goes in, `cause we both look like shit!"

Despite his appearance Simon was now very happy. Having taken Art's
unequivocable message to heart, he couldn't get over how he had treated
him. From what was said at school he guessed many older brothers would
simply have beaten seven bells out of their sibling to get such a message
across. Art wasn't like that at all, even angry he still cared.

They approached the corner of the road almost hand in hand, Simon couldn't
resist making physical contact. Flattered at the obvious affection, Art
blushed now and again and let it pass thinking maybe that was what having a
younger sibling was all about.

"Here we go then." Art looked down at Simon. "Cor, you eyes look a bit red!
Well we both look fuckin' wrecks today, so who d'you reckon she'll choose?"

"I dunno." Simon sounded very nervous. Looking down he saw his shorts were
still showing the cum stains and the fly wouldn't stay closed. He looked up
at Art, grinned weakly and reached out to just touch his hand for a moment
before feeling rather self-conscious and withdrawing it.

"You fuckin' soppy little cunt!" Art blinked. "You'd better not do that so
people can see, they might fuckin' start talking!"

"Sorry." Simon cleared his throat, "So, wot we doing?"

"Well now, I've only got the one pin and that's wot's holding me own
trousers together." Art still managed to smile rather mischievously. "So,
you'd better dangle yer bag in front that's I wot do, see I'm doing it
now. You'll get quite good at it if you cums in yer pants a lot!"

"Oh shit! Me pants are stuck to me willy!" Looking very awkward Simon
slowed and held his bag full of books in front while trying to dislodge his
briefs. "It's heavy."

"Well that's all right, just put it down before we gets home and pop yer
hand in through the front and unstick yer willy!" Art grinned, "It's
horrible when yer pants starts to stick to you innit? Lucky you ain't got
no pubes `cause that's even worse!"

Simon made to hold his hand again.

"Will you stop holding my fuckin' hand!"

"Fuck you!"

"Fuck me? You dirty little bugger, so that wot you want? Yer, all right
then, I'd love it! You're bedroom or mine, then you can hold me hand!"

It wasn't that Art wished Simon any ill will, more that he needed a
lesson. Secretly Art hoped that for once their mother might take an
interest in Simon's appearance so he might finally learn not be so quick to
embarrass or hold Art up to ridicule as he had been doing of late.

"Here we go then." Art looked at Simon as they approached the front
door. "You can get the key for a change."

Putting his hand through the letter box Simon pulled on the string attached
to the key and looked nervously at Art as he put it in the lock.

"You're really worried ain't you?"

"Yer," mumbled Simon, "I've seen her when she's having a go at you and I`ve
seen you crying. She's been worse lately ain't she?"

"Don't fuckin' remind me and shut up. Let's go." Art pushed him though the
door.

Simon looked around nervously, there was no sign of her.

"Hi mum, we're back." called out Art cheerfully.

"Fine, I'm in the dining room."

Thanks to Art's unsettling comments Simon was feeling supremely guilty at
having cum in his briefs and had now convinced himself he would be found
out! Of course it was far removed from the truth as Linda merely wanted,
like any self respecting mother to keep her boys looking presentable. Alas
with Art it was a constant battle and enough to try the patience of a
saint, hence her frequent loss of temper.

"Dining room, not the kitchen. Why ain't she cooking, she's always
cooking!" whispered Simon pulling face. "Wot's she doing then?"

"I'm going up to change mum." said Art making a silent dash for the
stairs. "Back in a sec."

Simon went to follow thinking he had got away with it when the voice called
out again.

"Oh Simon... before you go upstairs..."

"Wot? Mum?" he face fell as he looked up at Art who was fast disappearing
from the stairs into his bedroom, his tight trousers highlighting the
outline of his cummy underpants.

"I've been mending Art's trouser and.."

"Then you wants Art, he's gone upstairs." said Simon sounding very
relieved.

"No, I want you! Please come in here a minute."

Very reluctantly Simon turned and went into the dining room still carrying
his bag in front of him. Sat at the dining room table and holding a pair of
jeans Linda was surrounded by bits of material with the sewing machine set
up on the table.

"Oh, wot you making" he asked with a sigh of relief on seeing the machine.

"Well," she said smiling, "I went shopping and in a closing down sale I saw
these jeans, I thought they'd fit you."

Simon looked. Even he could see they were not the usual cheap badly cut
ones, so often the only thing available in unfashionable England.

"Cor they look nice, proper jeans!" he smiled, "Thanks mum."

"Trouble is, I think they're a little bit long in the leg for you. I've
pinned them up to sew them and I've been waiting for you to get home to try
them on, just to check."

"Right." he smiled back as he felt the material.

"It won't take a sec love, so just drop your shorts and slip them on for me
and I can finish them quickly while you're upstairs changing out of your
uniform."

Simon's face fell, he dropped his bag to the floor. "But... but..."

"Come on Simon, don't be embarrassed," she smiled, "I'm your mother after
all. Anyway you've got your pants on, you can do it with your back to me if
you want, it'll be a lot quicker than running up and down stairs now won't
it?"

Escape there was not. Neither was there any point in arguing
whatsoever. Nervously removing his maroon blazer he turned away and made
the pretence of undoing the broken zip before dropping his shorts and
laying them front down on a chair. Glancing round very quickly and noting
that she was occupied with what appeared to be Art's school trousers he
grabbed the jeans off the table and pulled them on at lightening speed.

"There mum." he said turning to face her, hoping his semi-hard on wasn't
all that noticeable.

"Come closer, turn round." she smiled, "Oh I think they're fine don't you?"

"Yer." said Simon looking down and so pleased with some new jeans that
really fitted instead of merely forcing themselves way up into his crack.

"Well slip them off and I'll machine them for you now."

"Thanks." he turned back and undid the metal button letting them slide to
the floor and put them back on the table before quickly reaching down for
his shorts.

"Just hang love, let me have a quick look at your school shorts," she said,
"I'm trying to put a new zip in Art's other trousers and want to just look
to see that I'm doing it right, your shorts will be sewn the same way I
expect."

Already beginning to blush Simon turned round to face her hoping his shirt
would cover the fresh semen on his underpants. He reluctantly handed over
the shorts.

"Oh, they're a bit wet or something, what's that?" asked Linda putting her
finger in the damp area around the fly as she took them.

"We... uumm.. on the bus.. some boys was uumm.." standing in just his
briefs and shirt was as erotic as it was embarrassing, his erection was now
rapidly returning, "they was messing about with a bottle of water on, on
the bus it went over everybody."

"Silly thing to do." she examined the shorts and looked over at him. "All
that water, even the tail of your shirt looks wet from here! Stupid boys!
Well, these need a good wash anyway...  and ... oh, this zip seems to be
stuck as well!"

"It's been fine mum," he replied nervously knowing he was rapidly turning
red at the thought of the semen which had soaked through from his briefs to
his shirt, "I just undid it.. cor.. uumm...  wonder wot could have
happened?"

"I don't know, looks another sewing job?" she looked up and smiled, "Well
you'd better go up and get changed as you are then."

Feeling incredibly self-conscious Simon turned to bend over grab his bag
just as Art appeared through the door now changed into some jeans.

"Wot's he done? His shirts all wet! Why's he in his pants, I hope they're
clean!"

Grinning, Art firing off a barrage of questions before really thinking that
raising the subject of underpants when his own were positively grubby and
saturated in semen might not be such a good idea!

"I'm sure they are clean, aren't they darling?" said Linda to Simon now
bright red and cringing with embarrassment. "And, probably cleaner than
yours Arthur Weldon, at least he puts his pants out be washed."

Simon grunted in acknowledgement looked almost as though he could murder
Art who was standing partly in front of him and facing Linda who was now
examining the way the zip was sewn in. Shielded by Simon's back Linda
missed seeing Art's right hand as it cupped the front of Simon's briefs and
grasped his hard member through his wet shirt and underpants.

"And," said Linda suddenly looking Art in the face, "since we are talking
about clean underpants I don't recall seeing any of yours in the wash
lately at all."

Simon only inches away from Art's face stuck his tongue out and pushed his
cock harder into the palm of Art's hand with the shirt now stuck to his
briefs.

"I sincerely hope you are not wearing them for days on end again," she said
still managing to maintain the smile, but now wagging a finger, "or your
days will be at an end!"

Art swallowed hard. The smelly heap of dirty washing on the floor in his
room contained every pair he possessed, all well stained with cum.

"Art, it's no good just looking as embarrassed as a beetroot, you know what
happened last time we went through this, don't you?"

Art had brought this all on himself. Trying not to laugh Simon pushed his
sticky briefs into the waiting hand again.

"Yer." muttered Art looking at the floor.

"Simon," said Linda, thinking this as good an opportunity as any to tackle
the subject, "why don't you just leave us, you go and get changed."

Intrigued, but nevertheless desperate to escape Simon picked up his bag and
rushed out his shirt still adhering to his bulging underpants. Linda
beckoned to Art to sit next to her at the table.

"Art, look if you think I enjoy telling you off, you really are quite
wrong."

"Oh. Yer, right well.. uumm.." Art looked flustered. "Yer." He was really
flustered.

"This morning it all went wrong didn't it?" said Linda surprising Art by
reaching out and putting an arm around him. It made him look her in the
face. "And I really, really didn't mean what I said."

"I knows that now, dad explained." he mumbled. Why did she have to say
anything, reassured by his father he had been trying to forget it.

"But, you got to admit half the time you do look a mess don't you?" she
paused wondering whether to say any more.

"I `spose I do."

What was it Nigel had said about attack being the best form of defence?
Even if he didn't attack and just agreed with her it might lessen the
chance of an argument.

"And this morning...uumm.. well, it was a bit of a shock to see
umm.. well... how you've grown... I didn't realise how... it.. sorry, uumm
how you've grown!"

"It was a bit of a shock for me as well!" he blurted out. Looking deeply
embarrassed that she had even mentioned it he managed to smile resulting in
her leaning forward to kiss him on the forehead.

A little surprised he blinked, it had been some time since she had kissed
him like that.

"I just wanted to say sorry and to ask well, if you can sort of tidy
yourself up, it refects on us as parents as well. You know you can always
talk to dad about it.. uumm well.. ummm.. you know... don't you, he
understands."

"It!" crumpets would have toasted around his red face. "Yer, he couldn't be
better."

"I'm know." she said. "The thing is love, you're growing up and you're not
my little boy any longer."

"Me? Not yer little boy!" embarrassed or not he smiled at her as only he
could. "I'll always be your little boy. But I can't always sorta... well,
you know like be perfect."

"You, perfect!" she smiled. "Never. We know that. But will you try for me?
Make a start by getting that revolting pile of dirty clothes in to wash
right now!"

"Mum."

"Oh and by the way, did you see a boy splashing water about on the bus?
Simon said there was, but I wonder what's he got over these shorts now,
it's not water!"

"Water no, don't think so."

It had been a funny old day indeed.
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Chap 69 to follow