Date: Wed, 08 Feb 2012 14:41:22 +0000
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief Encounters Chap 89

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 89 -- Bit of a piss up

"This it then?" asked Alex pointing to the worn gravelled track turning off
to the right from the main tarmac driveway.

"Yeah," Simon looked around, "up there, come on, I don't think they works
Saturdays."

"I hope not, now we're here!" Alex pointed to the weathered sign, "Hey,
look that sign says, private keep out."

"Don't worry. I've been here before." Simon walked on, occasionally still
rubbing his eye. "Wish me fuckin' eye weren't stuck together."

"Wot a way to go blind!" Tom giggled.

"Fuckin' wanker." muttered Simon. "You'll be next!"

"Piss off!"

Alex looked unsure and trailed behind. Brought up to be extremely law
abiding he felt very guilty even breaking the petty rules as laid down by
the Parks and Gardens Department.

"Cor we was lucky back there," said Tom, astonished at their lucky escape,
"the size of that bloody dog, no wonder it sounded like some bloke chasing
us through them bushes."

"Wot was it she said it were? A wolf something?" asked Simon. "Bloody gert
thing like that, how'd the stupid woman manage to loose it?"

"Didn't she say it often ran off?" asked Alex. "She ought to buy it a
bloody lead!"

"Well I dunno, who cares. Silly cow! At least it weren't no dirty old bloke
after us." said Tom sounding very relieved and pulling a face.

"She said it was a, a wolfhound, I think wunnit?" said Alex, "Stupid gert
thing, it was daft as a bloody brush. She was dead right when she said it
wouldn't hurt us, worst it might do would lick us to death!"

"It didn't half sniff me shorts!" Simon grinned. "Kept trying to lick me
balls!"

"Well it's `cause we''re all covered in piss innit?" said Tom, "And me
shoes is all covered in pissy mud! I stinks and I'm a worried about going
home like this."

"Well that's why we're here innit?" Simon stopped and pointed to the
greenhouses now visible around the bend. "See that's where they grows all
them plants, so there's bound to be a fuckin' hosepipe here somewhere, then
we can wash it off."

"You clever boy." said Tom looking around.

"So we'll be all wet then?" asked Alex. "Dunno wot me mum will say."

"It's either that or smelling of piss innit?" replied Simon.

"Simon... I been wondering.. uumm.." said Tom rather tentatively, "d'you
drink piss then? A lot?"

"Umm.." Simon went bright red and turned away.

"We.. I .. don't mind, but just sorta uumm.. wondered.. like.." Tom's voice
tailed off.

"I.. uumm.. I.. pissed over me fingers by mistake.. other day and.. then.."
stuttered Simon, "I uumm licked 'em off.. and.."

"Wot's it like then?" interrupted Alex.

"It's all right, won't hurt you or nothing" replied Simon looking at the
ground, "but you don't want too much!"

"I ain't surprised!" said Tom. "So is my piss nicer than yours?"

"No. But it's `cause it was your piss, d'you see?" Simon blushed.

"Oh, oh.. I think so."

Tom looked at Alex and took a deep breath, friendships ran very deep even
to the extent of drinking each others piss! So it wasn't just that Simon
was obviously extremely embarrassed having admitted to experimenting, was
it worth pursing the subject? Maybe better to try it for himself in the
comfort of the bathroom, something which Alex was also silently
considering.

"You knows we're gonna get totally fuckin' soaked doing this don't you?"
said Alex. As interested as he was in the subject of peeing he wanted to
change the subject so they could get on with the washing and escape before
they were caught.

"You just fuckin' said that. Now stop panicking Alex, it'll be all right. I
said they don't work weekends." said Simon. "Just look at the sun, there's
peoples out there sunbathing. We'll soon dry off a bit."

"Can't go on like this, we're gonna have another thunderstorm soon." Alex
looked at the clear blue sky.

"Wot?" Tom looked up. "When? Now?"

"Nah, you twit be a day or two."

"Good so we got time to dry off then!" concluded Simon. "Come, find the
bleeding hosepipe."

"Anyway, wot choice we got? I can't go home smelling like this," said Tom,
"I've been soaked right through with piss and now me shorts is starting to
dry they smells and is sticking to me legs!"

"No, but.." Simon rubbed his eye again, "but think, Alex is right wot we
gonna say about going home soaking wet, we needs an excuse."

"Yeah." Tom started to peel his shorts off his legs.

"We need an excuse." announced Alex gravely after a few seconds, having
given the subject all the consideration that twelve year old logic could
offer.

"He just said that!" Tom grinned. "You are fuckin' hopeless!"

"Alex, you're a clever fucker!" replied Simon grinning. "Of course we
fuckin' do!"

"Well, lets find that bloody hosepipe then." said Tom walking off to start
looking behind the various greenhouses and sheds.

"Hey, I got it." said Alex beaming, he nudged Simon. "We all knows this
parks got that gert big fountain thing by the entrance, so why don't we
just say we had a bit of water fight and got all wet?"

Simon sniffed and then rubbed his eye again. "Fuckin' brilliant! That'll
do, now let's find the hose and get on with it."

"It's over yer." called out Tom appearing from behind a large greenhouse
full of what looked like bedding plants.

"Right," Simon grinned very mischievously and rubbed his shorts, "watch
this."

"Well hang on, let's make sure this works first." said Tom as he began
fiddling with the tap to check there was actually a supply of water
available, having proved there was water and acquired a wet foot in the
process he turned to see what Simon wanted.

"You wet yer foot." observed Alex smiling.

"Wasn't as much fun as wetting me pants, I'll wet your fuckin' foot in a
minute!"

"Wot like this?" Simon was clutching the front of his shorts with both
hands.

"Like wot?" asked Tom grinning. "We knows you got a hard on, you've had it
all afternoon."

"So've you two." replied Simon as he removed his hands and took hold of his
shorts and pulled them down to his knees.

"You're ain't gonna have a wank?" Alex looked excitedly at Tom as Simon's
wet briefs came slowly into view. "Not here in the park?"

"Dunno, maybe later," replied Simon giggling as he watched the hands of
both Tom and Alex making for their shorts, "but, I'm gonna do something
I've always wanted to.."

"Wot, wot?" Alex couldn't take his eyes off the tight, bulging, pee stained
briefs.

"This.. now.. sshhh..."

Silence. Simon appeared to strain his leg muscles, a few seconds later some
pale yellow liquid began to seep through the front of his already wet
underpants, it gradually turned into more of a cascade and ran from between
his legs down to be absorbed by his shorts. The flow beginning to falter he
violently rubbed the tenting front of his wet briefs with the flat of his
hand.

"Fuckin' hell!" he exclaimed, "Fuckin' brilliant.. go you do it..  I've
started doing it in the bath!"

"Bloody hell!" said Alex, adding quietly under his breath, "You too!"

"We got the hosepipe to clean up." said Simon excitedly pointing to
it. "Come on!"

"Oh shit." Tom's heart was beating so hard he thought it might even be
audible, somewhat nervously he moved forward.

"Go on.." said Alex encouragingly putting a hand down the front of his
shorts. "I'm next."

"I.. I've.." Tom looked guiltily about as though he was about to make a
confession.

"You wot?" butted in Simon.

"I, I stood up and pissed over meself in the bath last week," he blushed,
"with no clothes on... well.. and the week before!"

"Great!"

Simon grinned appreciatively and looked at Alex hoping for more
revelations.

"Uumm.." glancing around Alex cleared his throat and looked at Simon, "I've
done that, twice now! Couple of weeks back when Si was on about wot it
would be like to wet yer pants."

"Cor, that's wot started me, but I didn't dare do it in pants," said Tom
sounding very surprised at Alex's secret, "but you ain't never said
nothing."

"Neither have you." Alex blushed.

"Not the sort of thing you wants to admit is it?" added Simon. "It's only
`cause we's done it that we've dared say it now innit?"

"Yeah, yer right." Tom scratched his erection and grinned. "Bit like the
first time you'd admit to playing with yer willy and having a wank innit?"

"I `spose. Well all right then.." despite his blushes Alex continued, "and,
and I've pissed meself wearing me pants in the bath.. so there!"

"Fuck! I ain't done it in me pants." Tom smiled. "Well I'm gonna wet `em
now!"

With that he pulled the front of both his shorts and underpants away from
his body. Arching his back a fountain of streaming peer erupted upwards
from inside the shorts to fall on his stomach and shirt. With the flow
finally ceasing and the steaming liquid dribbling back down into his shorts
and out through the legs he let the elastic snap back, rubbed his erection
and looked longingly at Alex.

"It's me now innit?"

Looking somewhat embarrassed despite the obvious excitement of being on
show Alex moved forward and stood with his legs slightly apart. Simon and
Tom still both earnestly rubbing their cocks watched silently as he
appeared to first stiffen and then shudder as a deluge of hot urine
suddenly burst through the fabric of the bulging shorts.

"Bloody hell!" Tom looked in astonishment as the stream steadily increased
with Alex just standing there with rivulets of pee running down his legs.

"Fuckin' hell!" echoed Simon as the flow finally dribbled to a halt. "How
much d'you have to drink?"

"I always pees a lot." replied Alex blushing, he looked down to see he was
now standing in puddle of his own making.

"Cor, look at his pants!" exclaimed Tom staring at Alex, who's white shorts
were now soaking wet and become totally translucent revealing the pale blue
Y-fronts beneath in every bulging detail.

"Bloody hell, wish I had a camera," Simon grinned, "I could wank over a pic
of them every night!"

"Flattery." Alex smiled. "Didn't know you cared."

"We all cares and I do wank over you," Tom blushed and nodded to Simon,
"and you."

"So do I!" said Simon looking down at the puddle Alex was standing.

Alex blushed again. "Shit."

"Anyway, is we gonna finish by having a wank in our pissy pants?" asked
Simon expectantly looking at his two sodden friends both still holding
their cocks through their wet shorts.

"If we does," Tom paused, having been considering the question long before
Simon posed it, "the funs cumming in yer pants, innit?"

Alex nodded vigorously thinking of what he'd so recently done in the bath
after having wet his briefs.

"But if we cums in 'em and they're all wet.. well, I ain't gonna get away
with going home like it `cause, 'cause the cum don't wash out and, and me
mum'll find 'em for sure." Tom looked at Simon, "She'll want me wet clothes
I knows she will, then she's bound to find the cum.."

"He's right," said Simon, subconsciously trying to avoid Art's example of
leaving trails of semen over all his clothes, "we ain't gonna get away with
it. If they ain't wet we could hide 'em."

"Uumm.. well let's just have a wash and get back," said Alex, "we can
always a wank up in yer bedroom or something."

Simon grinned. "Half the fun's doing it and wondering if some bugger's
gonna come in and catch you anyway innit?"

"Especially in your house!" added Tom, "Wot with wanky Art lurking about!"

"Now, who's first?" said Alex interrupting and picking up the hosepipe.

"Oh! I'll go." Simon looked at the dripping end of the plastic pipe and
moved to stand by him. "How you gonna do it?"

"Dunno! Try this first," said Alex grinning as he turned the tap on to give
a gentle flow, "now don't move and bend over."

"Bend over?"

"Yeah."

Smiling, Simon did as instructed as was delighted to find the hosepipe
stuffed up the leg of his shorts and being forced inside his tight
underpants. The flow of cold water flooding his clothes on the hot
afternoon was a strangely delicious feeling particularly when the end of
the hose was played directly on his sphincter.

"Wot would it be like pushed up yer bum?" asked Tom carefully watching the
pipe being manipulated through the wet shorts. "D'you think it would
be.. uumm..."

"Wot! Fill me ass up with water!" Simon started to giggle at the thought of
it.

"Wot about.. no.. no.." Alex glanced sideway at Tom.

"Well go on.. you've thought of something new ain't you?"

"Wot you gonna do then?" said Simon excitedly. "Do it! Just do it, anything
up me bum, I loves it!"

"Well no I ain't do nothing, but.. uumm.. just `spose," Alex blushed as he
looked at Tom again, "I mean like, say you put yer willy up somebody's bum
and had a pee!"


Following the talk with his father Art had yet regained his composure and
changed back from shorts and into his jeans. The wet spot on the front had
more or less dried and by wearing them it was certainly easier to disguise
and manipulate his ever constant erection now that the pocket lining was
virtually destroyed.

With the inevitable clang the front gate swung open and in trooped Simon,
Alex and Tom all looking distinctly bedraggled. Hearing the noise Art
peered out of his bedroom window, his heart instantly skipped a beat as
even from where he was it was apparent the clothes of the three boys had
been soaking wet. From the bedroom window he could see all that was beneath
the thin wet shorts, the real question was dare he risk going down to get a
closer look? After the earlier episode there would be no doubt in the minds
of the younger boys as to why he would want to be up close, so it was with
some reluctance that he resisted, knowing he'd have to be content with the
vantage point and his fertile imagination.

"Come on then," said Tom to Alex pulling the clinging wet Y-fronts out from
his crack for what seemed like the hundredth time, "let's get home and get
dry, I've had enough of this."

"Hope mum don't see me." said Alex looking down at his dishevelled state
and reaching over to get his bike out of the hedge where Simon had
previously thrown it.

"Ah, Simon you're back, good."

Simon's face fell as his mother suddenly appeared at the front door.

"There's no mistaking the nose that front gate makes, I always know it's
you! Can you nip down the shops for me and get some..."

"Fuck, fuck!" muttered Simon under his breath, he looked to see both Tom
and Alex were equally horrified that they had been caught in such a state.

"I just missed asking dad before he went out, so..." she stopped, "oh my
God.. you're all soaking wet.. whatever's happened to you all?"

"Uumm.. we.." unlike the hosepipe Simon dried up.

"We had a water fight in the fountain at the park." volunteered Alex doing
his best to sound as though it were nothing. It might not have sounded very
plausible, but they certainly looked the part!

"That's right Mrs Weldon." Tom smiled as angelically as he could. "We got a
bit carried away like."

"But you're not allowed to do that." she focused on Simon. "Did anybody see
you, you could get into trouble with the council."

"Wot! No, no mum... there weren't nobody there.." Simon was the most
unconvincing liar, he looked to Tom for moral support, "no.. uumm.."

"No there weren't, honest Mrs Weldon." it was true to the fact there was
nobody there when they hosed each other down!

"Well believe me, if they come knocking on my door I know exactly where
I'll send them." she looked them all up and down. "What a mess."

Not that she was in the slightest bit interested, but nevertheless the boys
felt incredibly embarrassed knowing she was effectively looking right
through their shorts and seeing them in their underwear. Art, on the other
hand was fondling his erection out of sight in the bedroom above and
wondering whether he really ought to be even considering yet another orgasm
after the mornings previous encounters and the promise of another later
that afternoon!

"Right, well we'll be off then." said Alex starting to push his bike
towards the gate.

"To get home and change and that." Tom quickly reached for his bike.

"Oh no, you're not." she said very firmly, "You two can't possibly go home
looking like that, whatever would your mother's think of me letting you go
looking like that?"

"But Mrs.. it's all right..." stuttered Alex, "we'd be home in few
minutes."

"Our mum won't mind." added Tom, knowing full well she would be bound to
instigate an inquisition of some sort on seeing her darling boy appear
looking like that.

"Certainly not," an implacable smile crossed her face, "besides, heaven
knows what germs and things you could catch from that dirty water in the
fountain."

"Mum.." started Simon only to be silenced by her gaze.

"You go up to Simon's room and get those wet clothes off straight away,
it's lucky your shirts aren't that wet as well." she smiled the implacable
smile, "You're all much the same size I'll find you some of Simon's clothes
to wear. Lucky I did a big wash yesterday, I'll look in the airing cupboard
for something."

"Mum.." repeated Simon lamely, he looked at Tom and thought how
excruciatingly embarrassing a mother could be.

"Oh Simon, now don't argue." from the tone of her voice any argument was
out of the question anyway. "Off you go then boys, I'll be up in second."

To Tom walking up the stairs behind Alex he noted through the wet shorts
that even the white piping around the blue Y-fronts was as in sharp focus,
it was twisted as it disappeared between his legs. Similarly, Alex was
totally taken with the sight of Simon's rather small looking briefs which
tightly hugged his buttocks.

"Oi, none of that!" Simon turned and looked at Alex who quickly withdrew
his hand from between his legs.

"But, yer bum's so nice!" Alex giggled and looked coyly up to Simon two
stairs above.

"Yer, I know, "Simon grinned, "and any other time, but not now, not if me
mum's about!"

"Any time, that go for me too?" asked Tom hopefully.

"D'you have to ask!" smiling Simon turned to continue up the stairs. "Hurry
up, let's get on with it."

Having overheard most of the conversation from behind his partly open
bedroom door, Art was more than quite excited, very excited in
fact. Already with one hand deep in the pocketless jeans he decided there
would probably be a better chance of seeing them changing if he waited till
after the clean clothes had been delivered.

"I ain't taking me clothes off till she comes up with the dry ones." said
Tom sitting on Simon's bed and firmly crossing his legs. "She'd see me bits
and that wouldn't she?"

"Yer right. We'll change when we got the clothes," said Alex. "I don't
never let me mum or dad see me undressed now."

 "Yer, it ain't right." added Tom firmly.

Before Simon could add his opinion on parental viewings of pubescent boys
there was hurried knock and door opened with Mrs Weldon bearing a small
pile of clothes.

"Haven't you go those wet clothes off yet?" she said dropping the clothes
on the bed by Tom.

First Tom looked at Alex standing by the chest of drawers, then to Simon
and finally recrossed his legs to the point where the pressure on his
genitalia became quite pleasurable!

"Mum.." blurted a blushing Simon after a pause, "we'll change when you've
gone."

"Oh you are silly, there's nothing here I haven't see before after bringing
up you and Art!"

Tom pulled a face at Alex and thought to himself that no matter what she
had seen in her house she certainly wasn't going to be seeing his little
purple headed monster, besides it was now pretty well fully extended!

"Look," she smiled, "I think if Simon wears his jeans then you two can wear
these shorts of his. Is that OK?"

Relieved at seeing the shorts, Alex nodded in agreement having been
wondering just what he was going to be presented with to wear.

"Wot? He's gonna wear me favourite blue ones?" asked Simon unhappily as he
watched Alex take the shorts.

"Yes, those and your tan ones, they're all that's clean, I can't wash
everything."

"Uh!"

"And here's a couple of pairs of his pants, they should fit you." she said
handing the clothes out.

Holding the clean briefs Tom's cock twitched, he glanced at Alex also now
trying to disguise the expansion in his wet shorts at the exciting prospect
of wearing Simon's underpants.

"If you could arrange to let Simon have his pants back early in the week it
would save him running out of clean ones."

She looked around the embarrassed faces for confirmation. Embarrassed,
because they all had a thing for underwear and very utterance of the word
pants was enough to make them blush, particularly by Simon's mother.

"Oh mum!" Simon visibly cringed. "D'you have to say that?"

"Don't be silly Simon," she replied, the maternal nerve having now been
firmly struck, "you only have so many pairs, so what else are you going to
do? How do you and that brother of your's manage to lose so many pairs, do
you leave them at school? What on earth do you with them, I can't imagine!"

Simon didn't need to imagine, he knew very well and was positively glowing
bright red to prove it! Had she known it, right now there were two pairs
under his bed one used as a cum rag and the other only modified the
previous earlier in the week with a hole in the seat to allow the insertion
of fingers and other objects of anal pleasure.

"All right mum, don't go on about `em." he muttered sounding rather
exasperated.

"Well if you don't hurry up and find the missing ones, then I will!" she
looked at him sternly and unwittingly further embarrassed Simon with her
final maternal comment "Anyway, I'm sure your friends don't want to hear
about your missing pants so I'll leave you to get changed."

Simon didn't dare reply, he merely nodded and continued to radiate a right
red.

"Well, we'll promise we'll return 'em quick." volunteered Alex blushing as
he said it, and hoping that would placate matters to allow Simon to return
to his normal colour!

However, the point she was making wasn't lost on either Tom or Alex who not
only looked, but were equally guilty of heinous crimes against innocent
Y-fronts. Tom knowing his own mother was fastidious about his clothes had
not dared do anything since being caught a couple of weeks back and then
having to have a humiliating heart to heart concerning stained underpants
with his father. Alex though, was lucky enough to be still working and
wanking his way though his collection of old briefs which he had worn prior
to new blue Y-fronts.

Hearing Simon's bedroom close was the cue for Art, he listened as the
footsteps went from the landing and down the stairs. Giving himself another
minute he opened his bedroom door as quietly as he could and crept across
the landing to listen outside Simon's room. From the giggling noises inside
he guessed that they must now be changing, so giving his erection a final
squeeze through the pocketless pocket he prepared to make his surprise
entrance.

"Wot the fuck!" exclaimed Art in mock surprise on throwing open the
door. Even he was surprised, the sight was better than any fantasy.

"Oh no!" muttered Alex realising whether or not it was planned, it was
definitely pay-back time for the earlier episode in the garden.

Simon turned to look like a startled rabbit. Sitting between Tom and Alex
on the bed they were holding each others erections, the wet shorts and
briefs crumpled around their feet.

"You.. you.." Simon was speechless that Art had yet again managed to
magically appear at the opportune moment.

"Bloody hell, I thought you lot was still out." said Art in his best
theatrical manner. "I came in to borrow yer.."

"Cunt!" finally concluded Simon. "Cunt!"

"No, not yer cunt.. yer protractor, I got homework!" replied Art
giggling. "And keep yer bleeding voice down."

"Oh fuck." hissed Tom slowly releasing his grip on Simon's softening cock.

"D'you wank each other a lot then?" asked Art his eyes fixed on the head of
Tom's erection, barely visible above the fingers of Simon's clenched fist.

That did it, if they weren't already highly embarrassed they were now.

"You cunt!" murmured Simon to himself.

"Well let's have a butchers then, don't be shy!" Art rubbed the leaking
head of his cock through his slippery briefs, now so excited he was unable
to contain himself let alone his desires, "You've all got 'em out so let's
have a look. Who's got the biggest one?"

"You can only look if you promises to sod off after and don't you dare
fuckin' say nothing to nobody." said Tom quickly, he looked at the other
two for confirmation.

"All right, don't you fuckin' say nothing to yer mates, you got it?" added
Simon determined to get something in return, "And you gotta drop them jeans
and show us yer dirty pants and yer cock as well!"

"That's all right, that's a deal." Art grinned, "but I wanna see you lot
hard, not soft!"

"Well he's half seen 'em anyway now," said Alex, realising that at last he
was going to get to see a close up of exactly what Art was always playing
with, it was worth the visual swop, "let's do it."

"On the count of three then," said Art, "you uncover yer cocks and I'll
start dropping me jeans."

"You'd better fuckin' do it!" snapped Simon, still peeved that Art had
managed once more to out manoeuvre and catch them unawares.

"Course I will." replied Art as he prepared to use his secret weapon,
fixing Simon's gaze he started to give him a smile. That smile. The very
same smile as recently experienced by Tom and Alex. It was as ever
infectious, all animosity melted away.

"You.." Simon smiled back. Tom felt a shiver run up his back, how did Art
do it?

"Right, ready?" Art looked at the boys now under his spell,
"One... two... three.."

Tom, being something of a potential exhibitionist had already put his
boyhood on display, Alex was next and immediately followed by Simon who
looked between the two of them as he removed his hands to reveal all.

Art had already started to unbutton his jeans whist scanning the three boys
neatly lined up on the edge of the bed. With a flourish he allowed them to
fall to the floor to expose the latest pair of grubby and rather baggy
briefs retrieved from the stash under his bed. Bulging ominously and very
wet with precum there was no mistaking the purple head behind the
translucent cotton, Alex sighed at the sight of it.

"You all hard then?" asked Art, he waddled over the jeans constricting his
movements, he stopped in front of Alex and peered down at his erection.

"We is now!" Simon smiled, the magic had definitely worked yet again.

"You're all circumcised." Art sounded rather disappointed quickly
inspecting all three.

"Yeah, but so's you." retorted Simon, "Now get yer dirty pants down!"

"They's all piss stained and wet with cum." observed Alex excitedly.

Tom had already started gently rubbing himself in expectation, since like
Alex he had not seen Art's cock in detail before either. Unable to take his
eyes off the sagging briefs he absorbed every detail of the numerous stains
from both Art the previous owner and stored them away for that evenings
bedtime fantasy. Maybe one day he could go around wearing such equally
disgusting underpants under his trousers, although not at the present time
since his mother appeared to be constantly monitoring his wardrobe.

"Nah, just a bit of precum. Ain't my pants anyway." Art grinned and toyed
with the elasticated waistband, the words Y-Fronts still visible in faded
blue lettering. Very slowly he began to tease his audience by pulling them
down, but not quite exposing the head of his cock other than through the
translucent cotton.

Staring, Tom began to openly masturbate. After the mornings escapade with
the shorts he was determined to ejaculation sooner than later.

"Shit!" said Simon, looking between Tom and Art.

Alex swallowed hard as the briefs finally slithered down to hang around
Art's knees. The difference between a hairless second year and a fourth
year schoolboy was obvious, although in Art's case not so much in the
length as in the girth. Unable to stop himself Alex reached forward and
with a trembling hand took hold of the shaft, he looked up into Art's face.

"It's all.. all sticky!"

"Wot d'you expect, you lucky boy!" Art grinned, took a deep breath and
leant forward. Taking Alex's erection in his hand, wrapped his fingers
around it so it was totally hidden and began to gently pump it his mind
running back to when it was provocatively hidden by the shorts earlier.

"Hurry up we ain't got all day!" said Simon reaching over to nudge Art
after a minute or so. "Let's all have a feel before mum comes back up or
something."

Reluctantly Alex released his grip and looked at his hand, then brought it
to his mouth and licked it. Art in turn did the same and then made to move
over to Simon leaving the very excited Alex to his own devices. Tom who
having started masturbating earlier had speeded up and wasn't far away from
ejaculating, he watched in amazement as Alex, as though under a spell just
continued to look adoringly at Art.

"Art, come here, listen." said Simon reaching out and tanking the slimy
head of his brothers cock in the palm of his hand.

"Wot?" Art leant over enjoying Simon's technique.

"Listen, we can have a wank anytime, can't we?" whispered Simon.

"Yeah, I `spose so?"

"So why not do Tom before mum comes back or something?" said Simon. "He's
been wanting something like this for ages... you're very special to him and
Alex."

"I know."

Art blushed and remembered what Tom had said to him in the garden earlier
about wanting a brother. He looked sideways to see Tom furiously
masturbating and just gazing as Simon's hand holding onto his cock.

>From Tom's point of view, whilst Art's cock might now be in easy reach it
looked as if Simon had a prior claim on it, so he continued to stare and
wait his turn. For some inexplicable reason he felt another shiver run up
his spine and looked up, only to be delighted to find Art looking down at
him and smiling. Tom wilted inside as Art bent over, somehow they retained
eye contact until their faces were only a couple of inches apart. Unsure
what was to happen next and unable to hold back Tom took his chance to
shakily extend his arm and reach out in a bid to take hold of Art's leaking
organ.

It was rather slimy and very, very hard. Even for Art it felt like he'd
experienced an electric shock when Tom took hold, they maintained eye
contact for a few moments more until Art purposely closed his eyes. For a
split second quite what that meant to Tom he wasn't sure, the smile went
from his face and even though he was so close to ejaculation he stopped
masturbating, was it rejection? What had he done, unable to think properly
he too closed his eyes although he was aware that somebody had moved in
front of him.

For Art, it was something of a monumental step into another world. A step
he could not resist taking of which the rights and wrongs he would have to
settle in his own mind later. Firmly brushing Tom's hand away he bent right
down took the whole of the red, hard, sticky twelve year old cock in his
mouth. Alex found the sight of it too much, groaning in delight he
ejaculated over himself and the clean briefs he had been clutching. Unable
to believe his eyes Tom was now staring at the back of Art's tousled hair
which was buried between his legs. With a large wet tongue swirling around
the head of his cock and doing it's best to drill down his piss slit Tom
had no earthly chance to halt ejaculation and virtually bouncing off the
bed in spasm as he shot his modest load of hot, watery spunk into Art's
eager mouth before collapsing backwards onto the bed.

Simon the only one, who despite a raging erection had not been masturbating
looked from side to side in utter astonishment at his older brothers
actions. Flashing and fondling were one thing, but performing fellatio on
his best friend considering their age difference was in Simon's view a step
too far.

Breathing heavily Art finally stood up, looking very red in the face he
caught Simon's eye knowing he shouldn't have got so carried away.

"Fuckin' hell! That's a bit much innit?" Simon wasn't amused, "That's me
mate Tom, not Nigel. That's the fuckin' second time this morning you've
been after 'em!"

"I... uumm.." Art looked very unsure of himself. He'd certainly broken his
own rules and really gatecrashed into Simon's world.

"Pull yer pants up and get sorted out." it wasn't so much of as comment as
an order. Simon looked at him and shook his head. "You don't never know
when to fuckin' stop do you?"

"I, I ... uumm.." Art was utterly crestfallen and couldn't even look Simon
in the face. Seemingly almost close to tears, it had certainly been a most
emotional morning.

"You prick!" added Simon angrily watching as Art fought to haul the slimy
briefs over his burgeoning organ.

Incredibly, considering he had his usual morning wank followed by two major
sexual encounters that very morning Art appeared insatiable. Since he
hadn't actually cum and his erection had become decidedly touch sensitive,
in his animated struggle to fasten the jeans his overwrought organ decided
it couldn't hold out any longer and started pumping the fourth load of the
morning into his already wet briefs.

At first Simon watched in amazement as Art appeared to hop from foot to
foot as he clutched at the front of the bulging jeans. Slowly Simon's face
broke into broad grin as he realised what had happened, there was no doubt
Art was hoist by his own petard or put more graphically, he couldn't stop
cumming in his own pants! Looking decidedly embarrassed and trying to cover
the growing wet patch as the semen seeped through the denim as he attempted
to shuffle towards the door. Simon quickly took his revenge and began
poking both Tom and Alex in an effort to get them to sit up and take notice
of Art's humiliating plight.

"This is me big brother," he said gesturing wildly with his hands in
between guffaws of laughter, "and he's just shown us wot happens when you
play with little boys and cum in yer pants! Now have a look wot a mess he's
made in his jeans!"

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Chap 90 to follow