Date: Thu, 24 Mar 2011 14:58:26 +0000
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief Encounters chap 71

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 71 -- Tickets please


"Here, the bus is coming."

Tom bent down to pick his bag up from the pavement.

"Will it make a mess?" Alex was already giggling.

"Piss off!" Tom looked up again "Oh damn, look it's one of them old ones."

"You a bit of bus spotter then?" asked Joe. "D'you write them numbers down
and all that? I gotta uncle he does that with trains, he's a right bloody
nutcase!"

"No, I fuckin' don't!" Tom turned, "It's just that it's harder to see when
the conductor comes up."

"Harder to see, wot?"

"Why? Wot difference does it make if it's harder to see him?" David
grinned. "Oh... in case he catches you playing with yer willy?"

"No! Yes!" Tom looked very guilty. "He saw me with a hard on the other
morning!"

"How d'you know he saw it, ain't that big is it?"

"He saw me pushing on the front of me shorts and then winked at me!" Tom
blushed.

"Was he a queer then?" asked Joe. "How d'you know if somebody's queer?"

"Dunno." said David. "You could ask 'em I `spose! Who cares."

"But we do know that Tom's always wanking!" said Alex slapping his bottom.

"Who told you that?" asked Tom. "They's lying!"

"That conductor!" said Alex pointing. "look, yer doing it now!"

"No I ain't I'm just checking it." said Tom with his hand deep in his
trouser pocket.

"You always bloody is, look at you!" David looked down to confirm and
nodded. Tom's hand was indeed deep in his pocket.

Alex turned to Simon, "Now listen, never mind about Tom wanking, this is
more important. You're gonna make sure that we definitely get the shed key
on Saturday sometime, from Art. Ain't you? Then we can tell all the others
it's on for Sunday."

"Now don't fuckin' panic, course I will." said Simon. "I'll fuckin' ask him
again now, when we're going home on the bus."

"Well, where is he anyway?" asked Alex looking around at the boys by the
bus stops. "He ain't here."

"He's fuckin' late isn't he? Always is." Simon raised his
eyebrows. "Wanking I `spect!"

"Cor, wot's wanking mean?" asked David innocently. "Is that wot Tom does?"

"You'd better ask Tom! Oh look, hang on here he comes, look." Joe nodded to
school gates from where Art had just emerged and was walking slowly toward
the bus stop.

"Here he comes? Why's he's walking funny." observed David. "Looks like he's
wet himself!"

"I'll bet anything," said Simon studying Art's walk, "he's cum in his pants
again!"

"Again?" Joe sounded shocked. "Again? Wot, he does it in his pants a lot?"

"Yer." Simon grinned, "Most days I reckon, but don't you dare fuckin' tell
him I told you so or he'll fuckin' kill me!"

"Wot's yer mum say then, I mean.. about the washing them?" David was
amazed. "My mum would go nuts... she'd ask me what it was that was making
the stains.. she bloody would, she don't miss nothing!"

"Oh, our mums given up. She say's now he's gotta do his own washing," Simon
looked around to see if anyone else was listening, "and I'm pretty sure
that dad knows Art can't ever stop wanking!"

"Cor. Bloody hell, so yer dad knows as well! Don't he never do nothing?"
asked Joe still rather surprised at the revelations of the Weldon
household..

"No." Simon shook his head. "He's real good like that, just says we're
growing up and if we ever wants to talk about sex or anything he's always
there. He put the cream on me willy when I'd hurt it."

"Shit." said Joe sounding rather envious. "Wish mine was like that, he
don't say nothing. Never. About nothing like that, d'you know sometimes I
wish he would."

"Nor mine." added David.

Tom and Alex merely looked at each other somewhat envious of Simon's
father.

Food for thought indeed.

"Hey, d'you know," Alex suddenly leaning forward and lowering his voice,
"we ain't done nothing in school today."

"Wot? Oh! So.." Joe grinned, "so wot you mean is.. now we're gonna do
something on the bus?"

"Well you'd better be fuckin' quick to decide `cause the bloody things
gonna be here any second." said David looking up the road.

"Oh shit! Alex, look it's Martin and Nigel, they just come out as well."
said Tom having just turned to see where the bus was. He moved closer to
Alex as the inevitable happened, the butterflies stirred deep inside at the
sight of Martin.

"Oh.." Alex looked around as well, he looked at Tom. "I didn't see him
earlier."

"You're fuckin' disgustin' you lot!" said Simon completely missing the
sizzling chemistry between Tom, Alex and Martin. "Wouldn't catch me doing
nothing on bus."

"You fuckin' lying toad! You'd said you and Art feel inside each others
trousers!" said David laughing. "Anyway, here's our bus. When you get on
yours see if you can get Art to do something. I'll bet you wouldn't dare
cum in yer pants on the bus even if he does!"

"Might do!" Simon grinned and squeezed the front of his shorts. Already
erect he was wondering if today he had the courage to do it, Art would help
that was certain!

"Dave's right, now they're all walking like they've wet 'emselves!" said
Tom as they approached. "Oh fuck, which bus does Mart go on?"

"It's all right, he usually goes with Nigel on the number eighteen." David
smiled reassuringly, knowing how both Tom and Alex felt. "Don't worry."

"It's not that we don't wanna see him.." Alex muttered, "we do,
but.. oh.. fuck!"

"I know what you're saying. Don't worry." said David interrupting as the
bus rumbled to a stop. "Just get on the bloody thing, be quick and shut
up."

"I'm sorry." Tom looked rather ashamed and then compounded his feelings by
inadvertently making eye contact with Martin who smiled back. They both
blushed.

"For fuck's sake just get on it!" said David pushing at Tom's back.

"Yeah, move yer ass!" added Joe who in turn was pushing himself into David.

"Wot you poking me with?" asked David grinning as he turned.

The four boys were last in the queue and finally piled onto the platform as
the conductor rang the bell. The driver slammed it into first gear with a
crash that reverberated throughout the bus and it set off with Tom and Alex
both hanging onto the pole looking wistfully behind at Martin standing with
Nigel.

"I know." whispered Alex and squeezed Tom's arm.

"I think we all do, don't we? But I still don't understand it all." Tom
managed a smile. "Come on, let's go up the top and see Dave, he seems to
understand."

Rounding the sharp bend on the stairs Tom felt a hand encircling his
waist. Stopping he turned to see Alex smiling and standing immediately
behind him.

"Wot's want?" Tom asked quietly. It was very much a rhetorical question.

"You know. You!"

Alex having first made eye contact, dropped his hand from Tom's waist to
cup the front of his grey shorts, seconds later his fingers were tugging on
the zip.  Tom put a hand on top of Alex's and they both pushed firmly on
the bulge.

"Not here." whispered Tom. "Later."

"When? Where?"

Tom didn't get a chance to reply as the bus lurched violently throwing them
both against the handrail causing Alex drop his bag.

"Come on lads, up you go," it was the voice of the conductor from the
bottom of the stairs, "hurry up, I got tickets to check."

"Sorry, dropped me bag, just hang on." replied Alex releasing Tom and
stooping to pick up his bag.

"If I had a quid for every time one of you kids dropped yer bag on these
stairs I'd be rich!" replied the conductor. "Come on, now move it!"

Scrabbling up the final few stairs they made their way near the front to
sit behind David and Joe.

"No prizes to guess why you're late!" said Joe turning backwards. "You been
at it on the stairs again?"

"If you must know I was checking his zip was all right." said Alex before
bursting into laughter.

"And is it?" asked David.

"Dunno, he's gonna have to undo it to check it again in a minute." said Tom
grinning. "I think you ought to check Joe's."

"I already have!"

"And it's undone!" replied Joe grinning back. "Well, we said we'd do
something didn't we?"



"Sorry Mart, but we never got to the shed like we promised did we?"

"No I `spose not, but the lesson was fun wasn't it and I couldn't
have... well... " Martin lowered his voice, barely audible above the noises
on the bus, "maybe not cum again in the shed anyway. Could you?"

"Well, I'm still hard!" whispered Nigel. "I'm gonna be thinking about you
cumming in yer trousers later on tonight in bed!"

"Me?" Martin blushed.

"Yer, you, why not? I wanted yer cock today." Nigel smiled. "It don't
matter, always be another time won't there?"

"Yer, but.. but.." Martin looked out of the window for a few moments and
then turned back. "but, I think we all wanted something more didn't we?"

"You asking me or telling me? Because it's yes to both innit? I know wot
Art wanted." Nigel paused, "he wanted you in him and, and so did I."

"He really did then. Oh shit! I wasn't sure." Martin blushed. "And wot?
Wot, both of you wanted me?"

"Yer, but keep yer voice down. Well, yer so cute!" said Nigel looking
round. "Now listen, don't take this the wrong way, but see you ain't much
bigger than a second year but you got the cock of a fourth year!

"Oh. Have I?" Martin went quiet and looked at the floor.

"Shit, I shouldn't have said that." said Nigel thinking out loud.

"Why, it's true innit?" Martin looked up and grinned. "Mind you, if me cock
was only like a second year's I'd be pretty pissed off!"

"It's about the same as Art's innit? Sorta average innit."

"So you've had a good look then?" said Martin trying not to laugh. "How
d'you get to look at a lot of cocks then?"

"Well, in the bog and that. I `spose I do." Nigel blushed as Martin started
to laugh.

"You dirty sod and yer blushing, I ain't seen that before."

"Fuckin' shut up!"

"Anyway look.. uumm.. I want to say this, I wanted Art... and I still
do.. and..." Martin shuffled his bag on his lap, "I want you.. I wanna be
filled with cock... but I'm afraid of being hurt."

"Honest?" Nigel smiled. "Don't be afraid `cause that's just wot Art thinks
as well. Having a big one is all very well, but I can't use it `cept for
wankin' can I?"

"I wish I could take it, but it would really hurt wouldn't it?"

"Probably. That wot Art says. But, you could always put yours up me." Nigel
licked his lips. "Art's done it, I like it. That's wot I was hoping you'd
do."

"Wot, he has? When? Could I?"

Martin was sounding very excited have realised that fantasies were being
laid bare and was more than enthralled to learn he was being counted on to
play a major part in any future enactment.

"Oh you certainly could." Nigel smiled

"See, I ain't never met anybody like you or Art before."

"Wot d'you mean?"

Martin just looked at the back of the seat in front. "You just talk about
this stuff and... and... well, you ain't even bothered that I like, well
it's tricky innit? You know, about Tom and them younger boys."

"No, that don't bother us and you knows you can always talk to us about
anything, anything if it helps. It don't change you do it? Anyway, I don't
reckon none of us is right at this age, we don't know wot we fuckin' wants
do we?"

"No, I'm all mixed up over boys, I admit it." replied Martin. "Right,
well. I `spose the least I can do is to offer to you help in return. All
you gotta do is ask."

"Course, I would." said Nigel mentally moving to change the topic before
Martin became too serious having now broached the subject of his obvious
attraction to younger boys.

"I mean it." said Martin looking very serious.

"Course. Now, d'you know it's strange you should say that `cause maybe you
can help me." said Nigel biting on a dirty fingernail.

"How?"

"You can toss me off through me trousers!"

Without waiting for a reply he lifted his bag a few inches to reveal an
enormous bulge topped by an equally enormous wet spot that glinted in the
light. Martin's eyes opened wide, he took a deep breath and just looked at
Nigel.

"Wot here on the bus! Right now? You're bloody joking!"

"No I ain't joking, does it look like it!" Nigel grinned. "You and Art have
both cum, I ain't yet."

"Well, I `spose.."

Needing no second invitation Martin just grinned and after glancing behind
to see some first year boys deep in conversation he swiftly slid his left
hand under the bag.

"Bleeding hell, you're keen!" said Nigel who's immediate reaction was to
squeeze his legs together once Martin started to run his fingers up and
down the bulge.

"Nige, it's so wet! You sure you ain't cum?" whispered Martin after a few
seconds. "It's bloody soaked! I wanna get me hand in."

"No, I fuckin' well ain't cum! But once you gets yer hand in it won't be
long before I do, so let me help you!"

Nigel took a firm grasp on Martin's hand under the bag, there was no doubt
what they both wanted. With his heart starting to thump Martin wasn't sure
what to do other than let Nigel continue to take the lead. Nigel having
taken Martin's hand was rubbing it over the lump so hard that they could
both feel the foreskin sliding around beneath in the slippery layers of
clothing. Having now succeeded in coating their hands precum, Nigel
appearing oblivious to the consequences of touching his uniform and moved
to the zip. With Martin's willing assistance it was soon pulled down
allowing Nigel's ample erection to push the sodden Y-fronts out through the
fly to add yet more precum to the already stained trousers.

"Mmhh.. now go for it!"

Withdrawing his hand and beginning to lick his fingers Nigel had purposely
left Martin fumbling around inside the fly with the slimy cotton of his
briefs being impregnated by a seemingly endless supply of precum. In the
expectation of what was to have happened in the shed after school, Nigel
had been producing precum for most of the day and the events of the last
lesson only intensified the situation. Meanwhile Martin, having been
captivated by the issues in hand had wormed his way under the elastic to be
surprised to discover just how much precum Nigel had and was still
producing. So much so, that inside of the briefs, Nigel's stomach and pubic
hair were positively coated with precum. It was inevitable that the sleeve
of Martin's blazer and most of Nigel's uniform were going to be early
casualties.

"Rub it, just fuckin' rub it..." hissed Nigel, "it won't be long..
oh.. shit I'm so close!"

Unsurprisingly, Martin was also battling to control his own erection which
was attempting to straighten itself, but stuck literally within the folds
of his cummy blue Y-fronts. Since the last lesson it had somehow become
bonded to his matted pubic hairs making it feel as though they were being
pulled out one by one the harder it became. Unwilling to release his grip
on Nigel's cock he leaned forward and shuffled about on the seat hoping the
movement would help to free it. Quite unaware why Martin was moving about,
Nigel simply grasped the opportunity to do something he had hoped to have
done in the shed.

"Fuck wot's that!" said Martin sounding surprised and half turning to see
Nigel trying to force his hand down the back of his trousers.

"Ssshhh... keep wanking!" whispered Nigel pulling at the shirt tail to free
it from the trousers. "Don't stop, I'm so close!"

"Well don't rip me shirt!" Martin leant forward to give Nigel more room.

"Fuck yer shirt, just keep quiet!"

Nigel glanced around to see if any of the first year boys sat behind had
noticed, seemingly deep in a noisy conversation about football they
apparently had not. With the shirt finally released Nigel pulled up
Martin's blazer and stared down to see the familiar white elastic with the
blue lines proclaiming Y-front. Poking up an inch or so above the waistband
of the trousers Martin's pale blue underpants contrasted against his white
skin and looked all too inviting. Irresistible in fact. Letting out a
surprised groan Martin felt Nigel's hand being rammed down the inside his
briefs with the tips of the fingers prodding and curling underneath as they
went.

"Just fuckin' keep quiet!" whispered Nigel excitedly. "Hey, you is clean
ain't you.. I mean not like old skid marks Art or that?"

In the heat of the moment it seemed a ridiculously trivial question, Martin
however went bright red and momentarily released his grip Nigel's
cock. Nigel had his answer.

"Never mind, we all gets 'em. Having a shit and using that fuckin' awful
school bog paper is like scraping yer ass with a cardboard box!"

Despite his obvious embarrassment, for a split second Martin caught Nigel's
eye and they both smiled. Martin was on the crest of a wave and couldn't
care if he wasn't as clean as he could be, he carried on expertly milking
as Nigel prepared for the final push inside his briefs.

"Don't worry, I'll clean yer bum for you right now!"

Before Martin could reply he felt a finger pushing at his bumhole almost as
though it were pressing a doorbell! It was and it was about to get rung!
The back of Nigel's hand braced itself against the seat as his index finger
pressed on past the reluctant sphincter and in as far as it could go.

"Oh fuck... now I'm gonna cum!" hissed Nigel.

Martin's practised masturbation technique combined with the sensations of
fingering the tight anal passage had reached their zenith. Originally Nigel
had planned to have held out for a while longer, but hadn't reckoned on
either the excesses of the precum lubricant nor Martin's masturbation
expertise.

Even though he had reduced Nigel to trembling in anticipation, Martin was
unable to decide if he should release or keep hold of Nigel's throbbing
cock for the final few strokes. Had he known the quantity of sperm that
Nigel was about to produce he would have been better to let go, but he
didn't! As it was, with his arm through the fly and trying to hold on to
the slippery member jerking around inside Nigel's briefs was proving
difficult enough in itself. Both boys were well past the point of no return
and locked together, Nigel with hand down the back of Martin's trousers as
he fingered his bum whilst Martin attended to Nigel inside his
trousers. Whatever, it wasn't the ideal situation to be in on a public bus!

With Martin still impaled on his finger, Nigel began to jerk violently on
the seat. His long awaited ejaculation took hold and he started to
forceably discharge an immense quantity of cum into his briefs. Even as he
continued to shudder and shake the sperm was seeping through the thin
cotton underpants to be absorbed not only by his uniform, but also by the
sleeve of Martin's blazer. Miraculously, despite having Nigel's digit
violently poking his prostate Martin had managed not to cum, although he
wasn't very far off and despite his earlier ejaculation was again producing
more precum.

"Tickets please."

"Wot? Who?" Martin stirred, he blinked unsure if he had heard correctly.

"Thanks lads... oh, so where's your's then?"

"Think I've lost it."

"Come on, start looking! You've got enough pockets, bound to be in one them
or you'll have to buy another."

A cold sweat was literally breaking by the time Martin had realised what
was happening. He quickly turned to see the conductor now standing by the
first year boys seated further back as one of them searched his pockets for
the lost return ticket.

"Fuck!" he poked Nigel violently in the ribs. "Where's yer fuckin' return
ticket?"

"Me trouser pocket I think." said Nigel sounding rather dazed.

"Which one? Which fuckin' pocket?" Martin poked him again. "Quick, it's the
bloody conductor!"

"Right one I think." Nigel still didn't seem to grasp the gravity of the
situation, he just looked at Martin and grinned, "You'll have to get it
`cause I still got me hand up yer ass!"

"Fuck!" Martin turned again, luckily the conductor still appeared to be
patiently waiting for the other boys to find the last ticket.

"There told you, you'd find it." it was the conductors voice

"Now just fuckin' pretend to be asleep!" said Martin roughly pulling his
hand from Nigel's fly and dropping the bag over it to hide the front of the
obviously cum stained trousers.

"Mind me balls!"

"Fuck yer balls, where's yer fuckin' ticket?" panicking Martin glanced
behind yet again. "Fuckin' hurry up!"

"I'll look," said Nigel starting to giggle. Pushing his finger hard against
Martin's prostate added, "it's not up here!"

"Fucking hell! Be sensible, oh fuckin hell!" Martin had become quite
agitated. "I'll look meself then!"

Agitated or not, pushing his hand deep into Nigel's pocket was to prove to
be one of the most sensual experiences Martin had ever had. It was hot
inside the pocket, the thin lining wet with warm cum was just beginning to
stick to Nigel's thigh beneath. Through the lining Martin could feel in
minute detail every fold and seam in Nigel's equally wet Y-fronts, his cock
still very much erect with the head gently oozing cum. But, such
exploration however exciting had to be cut short, heavy footsteps were
approaching.

"Tickets please lads."

Under cover of his blazer, clutching the ticket between his sticky fingers
Martin withdrew his hand from the pocket and tried to appear as relaxed as
he could. In reality, quite a difficult feat. With both boys reeking of
fresh semen and concealing major erections, Nigel pretending to be asleep,
an active finger up Martin's bum and both blissfully unaware that their
school uniforms were now absolutely adorned with shiny streaks of cum.

"Gawd, what's happened to him? Don't tell me he's had a hard day at
school?"

The conductor smiled and nodded towards Nigel, who slumped in the seat and
partially leaning on Martin was now really enjoying the feeling of the
heavy bag resting on top of his erection. He gently wiggled his arm down
the back of Martin's trousers and Martin's cock twitched in reply.

"Him, a hard day at school, never. Nah, I think he's just nodded off."
Martin smiled and tried to avoid looking making eye contact in case he
burst out laughing. Nigel wiggling his finger in agreement.

"Well, a boy of his age he ought be wide awake. Now then, those ticket's
please."

Martin suddenly had a dreadful premonition about the state of his left arm
and the semen impregnated sleeve of his blazer. Doing his best to keep it
hidden he took the ticket from it with his right and offered it together
with his own to the conductor.

Suddenly with a long blast on the horn, the bus swung violently first to
the right and then back to the left before braking, it totally threw the
conductor off balance and forced him to sit on the edge of the seat
opposite.

"What the hell?" he said straining to look out of the window. "Another damn
stupid kid on a bike, you know one day we're going run one over!"

Unable to feign sleeping any longer Nigel had opened his eyes and looked
around. In the aftermath of the commotion his finger had been rather
forceably withdrawn and taking full advantage of the situation merely wiped
it on the tail of Martin's shirt!

"A bike was it?" asked Nigel, doing his best to appear as though he had
been woken up.

"Yes, happens all the time when schools out. Damn nuisance." said the
conductor starting to stand up and making ready to clip their tickets.

"Schools too far for me to.. to.. to.. ride..." said Nigel, his voice
gradually tailed to nothing.

Puzzled, Martin turned to see why Nigel's speech was sounding
disjointed. Then he wished he hadn't!

"Here's, your tickets... what..."

The conductor had started to stand back up and leant over to hand them back
to Martin's waiting hand, then froze.

Nigel's bag wasn't offering any protection having fallen down when the bus
had swerved.

Gaping and open to the world the heavily cum splattered fly of Nigel's grey
school trousers took pride of place. The thin cotton of his briefs he had
so thoroughly saturated with cum barely minutes before had now become
totally translucent. The purple head of his magnificent organ oozed cum as
it leered upward as if trying to force it's way through the transparent
cotton. There was nothing of Nigel's more than ample erection left to the
imagination at all. Anybody's imagination.

Sitting next to Nigel in a state of abject terror was Martin. Motionless
with his eyes tightly closed as he visualised being taken to the police
station.

For some few seconds nobody said anything, even the boys behind seemed to
had gone quiet.

"Is this what they teach you at that grammar school?" finally demanded the
conductor.

Nigel had turned a ghastly white. Unable to speak, he finally opened his
mouth to answer but nothing came out.

"You're disgusting, the pair of you." said the conductor the anger in his
voice palpable and the volume increasing. "Couldn't you wait till you got
home."

There followed a long pregnant pause during which Martin thought he could
hear whispering coming from the boys seated behind. Obviously by now they
were more than intrigued as to what was happening.

"Name."

Nigel tried to swallow hard but even so his throat was still dry, he
croaked. "Nigel.."

"Nigel what?"

"Bbb.. Blake."

"What would your parents say? And your headmaster? And... the police!"

Unable to reply Nigel just looked back plainly petrified at the thought.

The conductor leaned forward.

"I'm telling you Nigel Blake, if you are ever on my bus again and I see you
even just thinking about doing anything, you and I will be going to be see
your headmaster and then your parents. D'you understand?"

His bowels churning Nigel barely managed to nod in agreement.

"And your perverted mind even got this younger boy help, not that he seemed
to object." he said tapping Martin on the shoulder, "I know what I'd do if
you were my boy!"

Martin winced.

With that the conductor straightened himself up and reached out to press
one of the red buttons that were fixed in the ceiling. Three quick short
rings were all it took for the bus to immediately start to slow and to head
for the kerb.

"Get your stuff together, you and your dirty little friend are getting
off. The walk will give you time to refect!"

Turning on his heel he walked back down the aisle leaving Nigel and Martin
to gather up their bags with shaking hands. Deeply embarrassed Martin led
the way past the first year boys who were straining to see just who and
what all the fuss was about. With the threat of the police ringing in his
ears and almost on the verge of tears Nigel lamely followed holding his bag
in front to try to cover the evidence.

Waiting on the platform for the bus to finally stop was no less
embarrassing as those on the lower deck were more than intrigued as to not
just the dishevelled look of the pair, but why the bus was effectively
stopping to throw them off.

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Chap 72 to follow