Date: Thu, 07 Jun 2012 00:00:58 +0100
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief Encounters Chapter 96

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 96 -- Then I can have a fag..

As promised, Susan had indeed had a quiet word with her brother Roger who
was only too delighted help knowing there was no longer a father figure in
Martin's life. So, a rather apprehensive Martin found himself on his way to
Roger's house having been invited to share the Saturday evening meal.

Even though Martin had known Roger's two girls, Lucy who was twelve and her
fourteen year old sister Emily since they were quite young, he still found
it rather daunting to make prolonged conversation with them. Emily, who
whilst not admitting it had obviously discovered sex and all that went with
it appeared to test her flirting potentialities on Martin almost scaring
him to death! Whereas Lucy being younger and not as yet, driven entirely by
hormones he found a lot easier to talk with. Girls in general, as he had
freely admitted to his friends he didn't really understand and always
thought that they could sense his inadequacy and were out to embarrass
him. Whereas they were probably just as confused, even if generally more
advanced emotionally than boys of the same age. Whatever, the early teenage
years were at times just as bewildering for either sex!

The meal over and the table in the process of being cleared Martin found it
easier to escape the female company, something not entirely unnoticed by
Roger who had himself planned to escape to the garden to have a cigarette
in peace.

"Martin," his mother tapped him on the arm and whispered, "now's your
chance, go on he's in the garden alone."

"But mum," Martin looked worried, "I dunno wot to say.. I mean uumm.."

"You don't have to say a lot," she smiled, "he understands, he'll do the
talking."

"So wot you said to him?"

"Just that you are missing your father, really." she stopped.

"Mum, we both are." Martin blinked, "Alright I'll go while I can, can still
talk. I hope I don't start.. uumm.."

"Doesn't matter if you do," she turned afraid either one of them could cry,
"and I'll help Anne tidy the kitchen and keep out of the way."

Under a cloud of blue tobacco smoke Roger was sat on a rickety bench
enjoying the last of the evening sunshine and watched as Martin hesitantly
stepped out into the garden through the french doors.

"Got to break soon hasn't it?"

"Wot?" Martin looked puzzled and continued to hover around by the house.

"Well, the weather." Roger looked up at the sky. "We had thunder a couple
of weeks back didn't we? Bet by the middle of next week we'll be back to
rain for a while."

"Oh, yeah." Martin sounded relieved, then smiled recalling the thought of
Nigel covered in Tizer dancing down the street in the thunderstorm.

"That's better."

"Wot's better?" still half smiling at the image of Nigel, Martin turned.

"Well you're smiling." Roger stubbed the cigarette out with his foot. "Now
come over here a minute, aren't we meant to be having a little talk or
something?"

"Uumm.. we are?" Martin swallowed hard and then very nervously walked over,
"Wot's mum said?"

"Sit down, I don't bite you know that." Roger smiled reassuringly, "look,
she hasn't said very much at all. Now I promise I won't say anything to
anyone, OK? So we can talk like adults on any subject you want if it helps
you. Is that alright?"

"Yeah." Martin nodded adding quietly. "I'd like that."

"Good, I only want to be here if you want to talk about something, I'm not
pressing in the slightest. This is all up to you." Roger made and effort to
look him in the face, "It's obvious that you're going through adolescence
which is tricky enough itself and on top of that you're missing your dad."

"Yeah, I `spose.. and.."

"And?" Roger looked hopefully at him.

"Uumm... nothing."

"OK, nothing. Look Martin I'm going to be quite honest and say first off
that bloke Frank was a total asshole wasn't he? The way he treated both of
you, I knew it wouldn't work from the start."

"Oh! You knew?"  Martin was very surprised at the candour. "He was bloody
horrible, he used to frighten me."

"I know, your mum told me. Anyway he's gone, but you're left without a
father figure, not that he was much of one anyway. It's where she thought I
might be able to help, but it's up to you entirely."

"Uumm.. I get a bit lost.." Martin was unable to stop blinking, tears were
forming in the corner of his eyes, "please. Please.. would you?"

"Yes, that's what I said, now" Roger smiled, plainly touched at being
trusted. He wondered whether he should make physical contact, unsure of
what Martin's reaction might be decided against it, "now listen, you can
tell me anything or nothing, it's up to you and if I can help and you want
me to that's fine. It's just to you."

"Oh god," Martin looked up, tears rolling down his face, he paused
summoning up the courage to ask for the help he wanted.

"Please, I want you to.. I'm all messed up... I'm fucked up!"

"Ssshhh... it's alright," even Roger was blinking now, "we all get like
that, d'you want to say anything now or talk another time, you tell
me. Although it might be as well to hint, so we both know where we might be
going."

After a few moments Martin straightened up, rubbed his eyes with the back
of his hand and sniffed. "I'm sorry."

"For what, swearing? So what, I do it!" Roger smiled. "Or saying you'd like
to talk because you think you might need some help to sort something out?"

"I dunno wot I want really, I just sorta feel all... sorta confused."
Martin looked at the garden, "We could, we could talk for a little bit I
`spose... if you want."

"I think we both want don't we?" Roger grinned. "Come on then tell me, do
any of your mates at school know how you feel?"

"Yeah." Martin nodded. "Yeah they do, but.. but, see `cause we're all sort
the same age and that, well we.. we don't know all the answers do we?
That's the truth innit? D'you see wot I mean? It's silly innit?"

"Yes, I do see. If it helps and we're going to be honest with each other,"
he paused, "I don't think there's any reason why you shouldn't ask me
anything either, is there?"

"No, I 'spose not. Now wot was you gonna say just now," tear stained as he
was Martin purposely made eye contact and croakily concluded, "you knows
don't you?"



"Joe, are you in there?"

Sat on the edge of his bed Joe pulled his hand from the front of his shorts
and looked up on hearing knock on the bedroom door. "Yeah, I `spose."

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing much."

"If it's nothing much, then can I come in?"

"Yeah dad."

As a rather astute father it seemed to Jeff, that since Joe had his hands
permanently in his pockets and the bedroom door was invariably closed that
Joe had probably discovered the biggest joy of growing up.

"Who are these people dad?" he asked as the door opened. "Why've I gotta be
here?"

"I want you do it for me as we have to look like a happy family!" Jeff
smiled, "It's Adrian, the man who started the surveying firm I work for,
he's talking of a partnership and he hasn't met mum before. It's really
important we make a good impression, very important to me."

"Oh, a wot?" Joe looked up. "A partnership, wot's that then?"

"A sort of much better job if you like."

"Oh, all right, well I `spose so." Joe stood up hoping the bulge in his
shorts wouldn't be seen. He turned to stare out of the bedroom window,
unable to resist slipping his right hand into his pocket.

"Good."

"How many of 'em? They got any children then? They staying long?"

"They're only staying for cup tea, you might say it's a political visit."

"You might say that, but I dunno wot you mean!" Joe grinned. "But, I'll do
it for you. Is this why mum's been tidying up and up and all that?"

"Yes, now listen, Adrian's wife is I think is Sheila and there's a boy
called..." Jeff shrugged his shoulders and smiled, "oh... I can't
remember!"

"That's good innit!" Joe started to giggle. "Dad, d'you know how old is he
then?"

"I think he's about your age, maybe older, fourteen. So can you entertain
him for a bit while we have a chat?"

"Wot, you mean we gotta keep out the way? How?"

"Yes, basically." he smiled again. "Well uumm... what about showing him
some models or something, if he's not that much older it'll be alright."

"Grrrrhh... wot them! I'll try. But they're pretty rubbish ain't they!" Joe
pulled a face then started to giggle again as he looked at the motley
collection of badly glued, sagging Airfix models now gathering dust on the
top of the bookshelves. So typical of what filled every schoolboy's
bedroom, but the glue smelt nice!

"You're right there, they're not very good are they!" added Jeff beginning
to laugh as well. "Well, you'll think of something won't you?"

"Maybe. Hey dad, it's a boy innit?" asked Joe still laughing. "You got that
right, it ain't no girl is it?"

"It's a boy I'm sure of that."  replied Jeff. "I think!"

The sound of a car grew louder and Joe turned to leant on the window cill
and gaze up the street towards the corner.

"Well dad, we're gonna find out any second when that comes round the
corner, I reckon it's them, don't you?"

Jeff looked at his watch. "Probably, he's always punctual."

"Wow! Wotta car!" Joe's eyes nearly popped out of his head as a dark blue
Mk II Jaguar drove slowly up the road and stopped outside the house.

"That means they're here does it?" asked Jeff leaning over to look out the
window.

"Dad look! It's a gert big Jag! Cor, he must rich!" Joe's mouth dropped
open. "Dad, wot's the neighbours gonna say! A Jag outside our house! You
gonna get a Jag too then?"

"Well he's worked hard for it," replied Jeff heading for the door, "you pop
down in minute and I'll introduce you, OK?"

"Yeah! I'll just dust me models off!" said Joe starting giggle
again. Returning to the window he began fondling his boyhood through his
pocket as he stared at the blue car.

The two adults got out of the front and began walking towards the front
garden path as the rear door finally opened. Joe watched with interest as a
boy wearing blue jeans stepped out, not particularly tall but seemingly
quite well built. In fact, stout might have been a better description, Joe
looked hard but still couldn't quite work out his age, maybe he was
fourteen. The only thing he could make out for sure was the boy appeared to
be rearranged something in his pocket as he followed his parents up the
path!

Strangely excited at the thought of meeting another boy of similar age and
then having to entertain him as his father had succinctly put it, Joe
waited a couple of minutes before going down the stairs. By the time he got
to the hallway he could hear that the adults had already introduced
themselves although on entering the living room he suddenly felt rather
embarrassed. All eyes were on him, particularly those of the mystery boy
who was introduced as Graham, Joe's heart sank when he immediately saw from
the acne and bumfluff the boy must nearer sixteen and not fourteen as he
had thought.

Quite how he was going to entertain him he had no idea. After visually
sizing each other up Joe concluded the only thing they seemed to have in
common was the occasional movement of a hand in the pocket. And, Graham
certainly appeared to have some very deep pockets! After some small talk
Suzy went off to the kitchen with Sheila to make the aforesaid tea and Jeff
gently, but humorously suggested that Joe show Graham his models leaving
the men alone to talk business.

"So this is me room."

Joe pushed the bedroom door open, he didn't really know what to do or say
and even though it was only barely a four year gap the gulf between them it
seemed immense. One thing in Graham's favour was that he wasn't a
particularly big boy, if anything a little small for his age and unknown to
Joe had an appetite for sticky buns did little to help either his prolific
acne or figure.

"Nice." said Graham rather sarcastically sitting on the bed and looked
around the room, finally pointing to the top of the wooden bookcase. "Them
the models wot yer dad was laughing at then?"

"Crap ain't they?" said Joe shuffling about rather despondently.

"I think yer right there." Graham looked at them again to confirm his
opinion. "So wot we gonna do then for half an hour then kiddo?"

"Dunno." Joe continued shuffling his whilst feet leaning on the window
cill.

There was something rather inviting about the way that Graham had posed the
question, Joe experienced a funny feeling, good or bad he didn't know. "How
old are you?"

"Sixteen. It's alright, I ain't gonna eat you or nothing!" Graham smiled
and despite being sat on the squishy bed tried to force his hand into his
pocket. "It's a bit odd this innit, being pushed together to keep out the
way while they talks business."

"Yer `tis innit." Joe smiled briefly and following Graham's example pushed
a hand reassuringly in his own pocket, maybe Graham wasn't so bad after
all.

"Hey, wot's this?"

"Wot?"

Graham's face suddenly broke into a grin, he was looking at the pile of
clean clothes Joe's mother had placed on the bedside chair earlier, a sight
which to Joe was just part of the daily scenery.

"These yours then?"

The arm reached out, then picking up a pair of the infamous shapeless
Aertex mesh briefs from the top of the pile waved them in the air.

"Oh shit! Fuckin' leave 'em alone!" snapped Joe immediately. Graham had
inadvertently touched a very raw nerve, it was alright for Joe's classmates
to laugh at them, but not this strange much older boy.

"I'm sorry," Graham was taken aback at the ferocity of the outburst. "we
ain't got nothing else to do, so I thought I'd have a laugh."

"Well it ain't no fuckin' laugh is it!" Joe was mad. "You ain't gotta
fuckin' wear 'em have you?"

"Sorry," Graham was trying hard not to laugh, there was something about
Joe's anger, "d'you know I didn't know they still made 'em, I ain't seen
none of these since junior school! You ain't got the vests as well have
you!"

"Fuck you. Fuck off! You's taking the piss!" Joe snatched them from his
hand, threw them in the corner and added angrily, "Ain't my fault, that me
mum buys 'em for me is it! I hate 'em!"

"Look, I just said I'm sorry." Graham grinned, leaned back on the bed and
pushed both hands well down into his pockets, there was no mistaking he had
an erection.  "Bloody lighten up a bit kid, I was only doing it for a
laugh."

"Well it ain't funny." Joe couldn't resist glanced at the jeans.

"Sorry." The fingers in the right hand pocket were moving rapidly.

"Go on then, wot pants is you wearing then that's so much better then?" Joe
pouted his lips angrily and found himself unable to stop asking the
question.

"Why? D'you wanna see 'em?" retorted Graham. He hadn't intended to, but was
now rather enjoying baiting the younger boy.

"Yeah, I do!" Joe shocked himself at forcing the issue. Suddenly he didn't
feel so brave and really wished he hadn't said it.

"Alright then," Graham pulled his hand from his pocket and reached to undo
the zip, it was now obvious to Joe that he had an erection. And, to Joe it
looked like a big one. A very big one!

"But, I wanna see yours, that's fair innit?"

"Oh shit.. no.." the colour drained from Joe's face. He looked at the
protruding denim and thought of his own cock, minuscule in comparison.

"Here look!"

Graham lifted his body off the bed and pretended to start pulling his jeans
down. Pretension or not, Joe's eyes were glued to the bulging fly, without
the hand in the pocket whatever lived inside was infinitely larger than
anything he had ever seen.

"Oh fuck! No... wot.." exclaimed Joe with the realisation that he was going
to have to do the same and surely be made the object of ridicule. If he had
four inches, then Graham must have four feet tucked away in his jeans!

"Ha ha got you!" he started to laugh on seeing the horrified look on Joe's
face.

"Fuck you!" gasped Joe and turned very pale. If this was what entertaining
was about it was certainly not what he had been expecting at all.

"Hey kiddo, sorry Joe.. it's alright, I was joking. Sorry, I shouldn't have
done it." Graham smiled and held his hand out, "Come on, let's start again
shall we?"

"I dunno.. ain't sure, you'll just laugh at me."

"Please, I know all I've done is take the piss out of you. Look I'm sorry
didn't mean to honest, but I've just had an odd couple of days."

"Alright, well I'm sorry too, I shouldn't have snapped at you." Joe sounded
quite contrite, he took Graham's hand, "See, you don't understand that
everybody at school laughs at them fuckin' pants when we gets changed and
that and.. well.."

"I shouldn't have wound you up." the hand returned to the pocket. "Forget
it, look why don't we go in the garden and I can have a fag."

"Wot? Oh, smoke you mean?" asked Joe. "I ain't never done that, nor do mum
or dad."

Graham stood up, his jeans still looking as though they were going to
explode. From his own observations Joe knew all the signs of when fingers
were trying to slip under the elastic of some underpants and Graham's
fingers were doing just that. Joe blushed and turned away, not though
before he was noticed.

"Me cocks right up." said Graham nonchalantly appearing to rearrange
matters inside his underpants. "Don't your's get hard?"

"Uumm, yeah.. sometimes... not like that though," answered Joe very
innocently. Somehow he didn't mind telling Graham, "it ain't that big."

"Right, probably not," he smiled, "well come on, you lead the way to the
garden."

"Follow me." Joe turned as much to make sure Graham was following as to
look again at the enormous bulge in his jeans.

"Truth is.." Graham looked around to see if he could be overheard as they
made their through the house and to avoid the adults, finally out the
kitchen door to the rear garden.

"The truth is wot?" asked Joe looking around once they were through the
kitchen rear door and in the garden. Graham seemed friendly enough, but Joe
still couldn't quite understand why the conversation was swinging wildly
between talk of erections and smoking.

"Wot about behind that shed then?" Graham pointed to the green painted
wooden shed towards the bottom of the garden.

"That's good, I was gonna suggest that," Joe smiled, he was warming to
Graham and very intrigued as to what the mystery was, " `cause it's out of
sight. I often goes there to escape and that, I made a little bench outta
rocks."

"Nice." Graham squeezed his lump again. Joe began to worry that he too was
now getting an erection and he might have to show it.

"Yer `tis," said Joe as they rounded the corner of the shed, he pointed to
the large heap of stones, "we can sit on them."

"Nice."

"So.. wot was you saying, something about the truth?" Joe scratched his
head and tried not to look at the jeans. There something about this older
boy that really fascinated him, as yet he didn't understand what it was.

"You don't mind me holding me cock?" Graham smiled and held onto
jeans. "I'll tell you why in a minute."

"No, I don't think so."

Joe sounded a little puzzled as to why that had been announced and was
wondering what Graham was going to say next. However, the main thing was he
had decided that he could trust Graham and that events would have to take
their course. Something though that did worry him was happening right there
inside his Aertex briefs, he hoped Graham wouldn't notice the little bulge
in his shorts.

"See Joe," Graham looked furtively round and lowered his voice to an
excited whisper, "see, on Thursday afternoon after school I fucked a right
little scrubber round the back of some garages and it ain't been down
since!"

"You wot..." Joe didn't know what to say. More to the point he didn't
understand. "Fucked? Wot ain't been down?"

"I fucked this fifteen year old scrubber from the council estate... y'know
a tart.. it was me first time!" said Graham proudly. The more he talked the
more animated he became, as did the actions of both his hands which were
now firmly buried deep in his pockets. "Me cocks been hard ever since, I
can't leave it alone!"

"Wot's a tart?" asked Joe naively, wondering what eating a tart had to do
with sex.

"Don't you kid me, you know just wot I mean, a girl wunnit!" Graham grinned
and squeezed his legs together in memory of the event.

"Course! Oh shit.." Joe's mouth remained opened. A real live girl. How
would you fuck one? She'd have to see his willy and he couldn't let that
happen! After a few thoughts like that he was now fully erect and could
barely resist playing with himself like Graham.

"Her tits weren't very big, but I didn't half get her to wet her knickers
first!"

"Wet? Wot, she'd pissed herself?" asked Joe, desperate for information, but
so afraid to ask.

"Nah, it was her fanny wunnit, fuckin' dripping wet when I'd finished
fingering her!" Graham was getting more and more excited, he held the
enormous bulge in his jeans again. "It were all over her knickers. I wiped
me fingers on 'em as well!"

"Oh? Uumm... really.. oh shit!" Joe was lost, but couldn't let
on. "So.. wot then.."

"Me mate Rob had fixed us up with her for five bob. The plan was," Graham
paused closed his eyes and rubbed his jeans as he relived it for the n'th
time, "plan was, I'd fuck her first while he watched then he'd fuck her
after and I'd watch him, d'you see?"

Joe's cock was rock hard and his eyes were as big as dinner plates,
"Yeah.. I think so.. cor wish I had!"

"So I fingers her up, gets two in.. and she's all dripping in her knickers,
she had them thick green school ones on," he took a breath, "they was
covered in all that slimy stuff dripping from her fanny, `spect you knows."

"They was green?" Joe couldn't quite picture the event, especially as he
knew nothing of the female anatomy. "Slimy stuff, green
knickers.. oh.. cor..uum..."

"Yeah, it was like putting yer hand in a bucket of snot! Then with one hand
up her I whips me cock out pushes it right up first time.."

"Up?" Joe didn't dare ask up what!

"Got her ass pushed right up against the shed... and... and..." Graham was
now so excited his speech was becoming garbled.

"Yeah, yeah..." muttered Joe very excited himself and rubbing his cockhead
through his pocket, "and... then.."

"Well, that fuckin twatt Rob got himself so fuckin' excited watching me and
playing with himself through his pocket he fuckin' cums in his pants and
then, starts fuckin' shouting, see and just as I've started cumming.."
Graham paused to draw breath and continue rubbing his cock again though his
jeans, "so the silly little cow moves a bit to see wot Rob's on about and
so I shoots half me load over her cunt and the rest over her knickers!"

"Fuck! so.. you cum over her slimy knickers and.. wot.. so wot they.. so
wot, so wot they got between their legs then?" Joe had stopped rubbing in
case he ejaculated in his briefs, barely able to touch his own erection he
avidly watched Graham, now looking as though he was dead set on
masturbating in his jeans.

"It's their fanny innit? It's a sorta gert slot with a slippery hole, push
yer cock in and off you go!" Graham continued rubbing his jeans and
definitely not taking into account Joe's tender age or total lack of
anatomical female knowledge concluded. "You know, work 'em up with yer
finger, then push it in! Oh fuck, I ain't stopped thinking about it since!"

"Right, so is you gonna cum now?" asked Joe excitedly although not really
understanding anything he was being told. The only thing he did understand
was that he was very erect and his new found friend was being delightfully
explicit in the retelling of his so recent adventures and shamelessly
playing with what was to Joe an enormous cock. It looked with any luck that
he was liable to cum any second.

"Might do! D'you know I wanked four times Thursday night when I went to
bed!"

"Cor.." gasped Joe, not daring to ask what state the bedclothes were in
after that!

"So d'you see why me cocks been up ever since, it's `cause I keeps thinking
about it!"

It seemed to Joe that Graham obviously had neither inhibitions nor shame,
he grinned at Joe and continued to rub his jeans.

"I can't stop wanking! Every time I tells me mates I get's so
excited. D'you know I'm the only one in the entire fuckin' class who's
actually got me cock up a cunt. I've done it for real, all they does is
talk about it and go home and wank!"

"Right." Joe smiled back, quite unsure of what to do or of whatever was
coming next.

"It's got me excited again, I needs a quick one right now, d'you want do it
with me?"

"A quick wot?"

Joe was lost, where was David when he need him. Did Graham mean to have a
wank with him, right then and there? This was all wrong as was the age gap,
besides he was very apprehensive about what monster Graham had in his jeans
which would undoubtedly totally embarrass him.

"A wank! We'll have a wank!" Graham grinned, nodded excitedly and held his
bulging jeans yet again.

"Uumm..."

"You can, can't you?" asked Graham scrabbling to unzip his jeans. "Wank?"

"Yesss..." replied Joe slowly, "I `spose.."

"Well, I'm gonna do it even if you ain't!"

With that Graham undid the button on the waistband and shuffling around on
his rock managed to pull the brass zip down. Joe his heart beating, waited
expectantly wondering whatever was going to be revealed only to breath a
sigh of relief on seeing the familiar pale blue ribbing of Y-fronts. Even
though the material appeared to be soaked with precum he was able to at
last associate something from the bizarre meeting with events from his own
world and blue Y-fronts meant it was Alex.

"It's fucking caught in me fuckin' pants!"

Graham appeared to be doing battle with something inside his jeans, he
raised his bottom and tugged the denim out of the way leaving him balanced
on the rock in his soggy underpants.

"I gotta get it out before.. before... I..."

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