Date: Fri, 06 Jul 2012 17:06:20 +0100
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief encounters Chap 98

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 98 – Every action has a reaction


Like Alex, that same afternoon Tom had also been issued by Simon`s mother
with a pair of clean underpants and again just like Alex had found wearing
them an immense turn on. On arriving home he had immediately rushed up to
the bathroom, locked himself in and under cover of the sound of running
water brought himself frantically to a noisy ejaculation whilst wearing the
briefs. Hoping the little wet patch didn't soak through onto his shorts he
went downstairs having heard the warning shouts that tea was soon to be on
the table. It didn't take him long to find out that by wriggling around on
his chair, with his cock still hard it would slide around inside the slimy
cotton with a delicious tingling feeling.

"What are you doing dear, stop fidgeting" Sally looked askance, "you look
as though you've got ants in your pants!"

"Ants? Wot.. in me pants.. who! Wot!"  Tom blushed and looked across the
brilliant white tablecloth at his mother. Never having heard the expression
before he wondered what on earth she was referring to, particularly as she
had mentioned the keyword word pants, a subject at that moment foremost in
his mind.

"Tom it's just an expression, means you're wriggling a lot," said his
father, Alan smiling, "it's nothing to do with your pants!"

"Dad, oh! Wot? It's not?"

"No and we don't really want to know either!"

"Alan, stop it! Stop teasing him."

Looking even more embarrassed and feeling rather guilty knowing exactly
what state his underpants were in he glanced between his parents. They
wouldn't have guessed anything or heard him flaying his cock earlier in the
bathroom, would they? Or would they?

 "Are you alright?" asked Sally innocently thinking he now seemed rather
flustered and strangely red in the face.

"Yer, fine mum." he blurted wishing his erection would now go down. Maybe
it hadn't quite such a good idea to ejaculate into Simon's briefs and then
wear them down for tea however exciting it had seemed only minutes earlier.

"It's alright."

From their recent father and son type talks Alan guessed in all probability
something masturbation related going on inside Tom's mind. Not wishing to
embarrass him any further he asked, "So where were you this afternoon? The
park?"

"Yeah," Tom nodded as he fixed a lump of sausage with the fork, "with Simon
and Alex, we played footers and that."

"Just the three of you?"

"Nah, there was some kids from Simon's old school and his big brother came
along."

"Don't say, nah! It's no." corrected Sally.

"Right mum." he looked at his plate.

"So how old is Simon's brother then?" asked Alan rather surprised that they
were actually learning something of Tom's friends instead of the usual
arbitrary grunts.

"Art, he's.. uumm.. just fifteen I think." the sausage was now speared and
ready for devouring. Tom couldn't stop himself moving on the chair since
his cock had now decided to escape from the slippery fly of the briefs. It
left it's mark as the eye rubbed against the inside of his shorts.

"Bit old to put up with you lot then wasn't he?" Alan smiled.

"Nah, he owed.. no, he uumm.." Tom corrected himself quickly, "he'd
promised Simon he'd do it."

"Owed?"

"Promised, I meant."

"OK, right. And, did he enjoy playing with you younger boys?" asked Alan.

Unfortunately the phrasing of the innocent question immediately implied
something totally different and far more exciting in Tom's mind. Instantly
the colour returned to his cheeks as the image of Art's drooling erection
flashed into view and took his entire focus.

"Are you alright?" it was now Alan's turn to ask the question and break the
silence.

"Ah.." croaked Tom who was all but choking on the sausage, he nodded and
grunted hoping it would help disguise his obvious embarrassment.

"Oh god he's choking, he's gone all red," said Sally, "quick, have a drink
of water."

Tom coughed and spluttered as they both watched.

"Did I say something then?" asked Alan looking at the bright red face
opposite. He wasn't quite sure what to think, was there something else?

"You really shouldn't eat so quickly," added Sally, "I've told you that
before."

"Uuhhhmm.." Tom had swallowed the sausage in one gulp whilst doing his best
to avoid eye contact with his father, who had now a sneaking suspicion
there might just have been more to the afternoons play than football.

"That's better, now eat slowly Tom," said Sally looking across the table.

"Yes mum." feeling relieved that the moment had passed he grabbed the glass
of water and emptied it, his colour slowly began to return to normal.

"There's plenty more in the tap, you don't have to drink it all!" said
Alan.

 "Yes, go slowly or you'll get indigestion. Now darling," continued Sally,
as only she could, "you know the one thing I don't understand about all
this football stuff is why you came home wearing some of Simon's shorts?"

It seemed Tom's world was rapidly falling apart. Put scientifically, every
action has a reaction and Tom's actions of the afternoon were certainly
generating some reactions over tea! He caught the puzzled look on his
fathers face who hadn't known he wasn't wearing his own shorts.

Silence. Plainly they were waiting for some form of explanation however
banal. Tom's mind remained blank. Like a goldfish, possibly even a greater
crested golden carp he opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He could
feel his parents looking at him and just as Alan was about to press the
question he finally remembered the excuse they had used with Simon's
mother.

"We.. we.. had a water fight in that gert fountain in the park.." he
mumbled rapidly, "and.. and back at Simon's his mum said we couldn't go
home all wet like.. and.."

"Very commendable of her too!" Alan looked at Tom and tried to keep a
straight face having immediately recognising the large pork pie for what it
was when confronted with it.

"Very wot?" Tom was still bright red and verging on slightly purple, this
time from conjuring up visions of enjoyably wetting himself behind the
greenhouses. "Yer.. so, so she gave us some dry shorts.."

"A fight in that gert fountain?" Alan smiled. "Well, what with those ants
in your pants it all sounds a bit fishy to me!"

"Ha ha!" Tom managing a very weak laugh and a further very embarrassed
smile.

"Oh stop it Alan, leave him alone." Sally could see her baby was more than
a little confounded. "You might think it's funny, but he doesn't. Look
you're embarrassing him again."

"Sorry, but actually I suspect he's embarrassing himself!" Alan grinned.

"Wot?"

"Oh Alan, will you stop it!"

Tom cringed, knowing only too well that his fathers deduction it was pretty
near to the truth.

"Well anyway, take them off after tea and I'll have them washed ready for
you to return to Simon when you're back at school on Monday," she looked
across the table, "strange your other clothes didn't get very wet though?"

"Nah, they was alright mum." he shook his head frantically before she
questioned the state of the rest of his clothes.

Too late. "If your shorts were that wet I'd have thought your pants and
shoes would be pretty wet as well."

The pants word. Now elevated to a parental catalyst to instant looks of
embarrassment. Knowing the colour of his face was back to red he closed his
eyes for a second. It was then he had a flash of inspiration to totally
change the subject from the state of his clothes.

"They say there's a new kid starting school on Monday."

"That's nice." Sally reached for the teapot.

"Oh, what in your class?" asked Alan.

"Dunno. Ain't sure if he's gonna be a first or second year."

"Oh well, doubtless we'll find out one day," Alan raised his eyebrows,
"you're not exactly a fount of information today are you!"

"Wot's a fount?"

"Say pardon, darling not what."

"Pardon, wot's a font?"

"It's a fount."

"Wot's a fount then?"

"Rather similar to a fountain."

Tom scowled. Sally sighed. Alan smiled and then winked.

Tom flushed.



It had been a pretty tiring afternoon both physically and emotionally for
Ian who, having helped the limping Nigel on his way had finally arrived
home himself nearly half an hour late for tea. Not only was he late, but he
looked distinctly dishevelled after his various sexual encounters as the
rather ominous stains around the fly of his faded blue shorts attested.

"I'm back mum, sorry I'm a bit late," he called out cheerfully in the hope
of diverting the inevitable verbal flack for being late, "I'll just go and
change."

"No, no just come in as you are." came Alice's reply from the dining room
above the sound of cutlery on china.

Surprised that that seemed to be the limit of verbal chastisement he took a
deep breath, looked down to see just how bad he looked and opened the door.

"Hello Ian, we haven't seen you for a while, how are you?"

"Uumm... oh! I'm.. fine.." stuttered Ian, he looked really shocked. Sat
around the table laden with what looked like a typically English high tea
were uncle Howard, aunt Sharon and a euphoric plump Kevin.

"Looks like you forgot aunt Sharon was going to come to tea." said Alice,
who seemed amazingly relaxed considering he was late and in complete
comparison to her usual uptight mood whenever they visited Sharon's virtual
show home.

"Hello," squealed Kevin very enthusiastically, "come and sit by me, I've
saved you a seat!"

"Oh.. right." mumbled Ian. Doing his best to hide the front of his shorts
he made his way around the table to sit on the corner of the table between
his father and Kevin.

"So what have you been doing?" asked Nevil, looking at his appearance as he
sat down. "Judging by the look of you, was it anything you shouldn't or was
it something else?"

"Uum... no.. not really... uumm..."  the answer tailed off.

"Delighted to hear it."

Ian immediately flushed at the word shouldn't, how could he say he'd been
masturbating in a dirty old shed on an allotment with Nigel after declaring
his love and swopping underpants with Martin earlier on!

"Sorry if I'm a bit.. a bit.. dusty.. uumm.. I've... we've.. uumm.. been
playing football in the park.." he continued knowing all eyes were on him.

"Didn't know you enjoyed football?" said Alice in surprise as she offering
him the tea pot.

"I don't!" he exclaimed as he appeared to jump in the air and accidentally
bang into the table. An eleven year old hand grabbed his bare knee and
began feeling for the hem of his shorts. "But, but I got roped in."

"Looks like you're still playing!" Howard laughed at his own joke.

"Sorry.. I caught me foot in the table leg!"

"Well anyway, Ian you won't know the news." said Nevil looking rather
bemused at his son's antics.

"News, wot news?"  asked Ian somewhat confused, he put the knife back down
on the plate, "Wot, has something exciting happened?"

"Sort of, seems Kevin is going to switch to the grammar school after half
term." Alice quickly interjected making the announcement with some relish
before her Sharon could utter a word.

For once she was only too pleased to herald something that amounted to
one-upmanship over sister Sharon. After all, to get into the grammar school
took a certain amount of brainpower, it wasn't just a question of paying
the fees.

"Yes, he's passed the entrance exam, haven't you darling?" Sharon beamed
with obvious pride at Kevin who duly flushed with embarrassment.

"So wot's happened to Clarkes College then?" asked Ian, adding without
really thinking about, "I don't think that ever had an entrance exam did
it? It's private innit and don't need one?"

"I don't know, maybe." said Nevil, he kicked Ian under the table.

"Wot?" Ian looked at his father puzzled, then realised from the look on
Sharon's face that despite living in a veritable show home there were large
portions of humble pie being ladled out by her sister.

"You see Ian," boomed Howard in his best assistant, assistant bank manager
tone, "the truth is, the headmaster's have changed at Clarkes and we don't
think Kevin is really finding the educational standards what they were."

"That's right," added Sharon, "poor Kevin just isn't getting the tuition
now, his results for this last term have been way down since that new head
took over."

With Ian seated on his left, Kevin beamed as happy as pig in shit. He
couldn't give a monkey's about school since his encounter in the tree house
with Ian, besides since then he had become absolutely infatuated with
him. So much so, his entire life had changed and he could do nothing but
constantly play with himself through his pockets and recall what they had
done together. The change of headmaster had nothing really to do with poor
results, but Ian certainly did! Meantime, much to the detriment of Kevin's
modest cock he was diverting all his energy into working hard day and night
towards producing that elusive first ejaculation. And, by now after all the
practice it was getting just a touch sensitive!

"Oh."

Ian wiped his nose on the back of his hand. Unaware of Kevin's crush on
him, he turned and winked at the younger boy before adding, "Dunno why he
went there in the first place `cause the Grammar's free and it's tons
better innit dad?."

Wisely Nevil said nothing, he smiled politely knowing that Howard had been
afraid Kevin would have initially failed the entrance exam, which was why
he had been sent to the private school in the first place. On the face of
it, it now seemed the private school was failing Kevin and doubtless there
had been some expensive private tuition required to get him past the
grammar entrance exam even now.

With Ian naively firing off his comments Alice caught Nevil's eye, unspoken
they both wondered which of Sharon's social sensitivities Ian was going to
lacerate next or should they actively curtail free speech.

Kevin was actively playing with himself through his pocket and looking
adoringly up at Ian.

"Still, now he's got in that'll save you some loot wunnit, uncle?"
continued Ian with all sensitivities that fifteen year old logic could
bring. "You could get a gert big new car or something couldn't you?"

"I don't think that's quite the point," said Howard rather huffily, "it's
Kevin's education we are concerned with."

"Yes, that's enough Ian, I think we have your views." Nevil turned to Ian
and kicked him under the table again. "Now that's enough."

"Right dad." replied Ian dutifully seeing the glint in his fathers eye,
although whether it was humorous he wasn't quite sure.

"It's all fixed then is it?" asked Alice sweetly, to finally ram home the
point. "So he really passed then?"

"Most definitely." Howard beamed, he looked towards the immaculate Kevin
and the very crumpled Ian. "We'll be expecting great things from you young
man."

Kevin was also expecting great things from Ian. Already had one hand was
inside the leg of Ian's shorts, whilst his other was now rather shakily
hacking at a piece of cake on his plate.

"So is he starting as a first or a second year?" asked Nevil.

"He's a first year isn't he darling?" Howard turned to Sharon.

"Yes, I'm sure that's what they said." replied Sharon glowing with pride.

"Pity, I know some second year boys, I could have introduced him."

Ian smiled at Sharon thinking of how the oversexed likes of Simon and Tom
would have enjoyed dealing with him! Kevin's small hand finally forced
itself up far enough to touch the very tight blue cotton of Martin's
briefs. Ian shuffled on his seat with his erection which was now well and
truly over half mast.

"Anyway, so what's happening at the bank these days?" asked Nevil in an
effort to induce a spark of life into Howard and find a sustainable
conversation.

Howard sat back in his chair, it was threatening to be a long and
convoluted reply! With the conversation underway and tea more or less over
Ian nudged his father and asked if he could escape and take Kevin to tell
him more about the school.

"I'd like to escape this as well," whispered Nevil, "Yes, take him away
from this and come back in say half an hour and we'll try to start to get
rid of them!"

"Dad, you can't say that!" replied Ian, a little shocked at his fathers
honesty. "They always stay longer."

"Not this time! She might be your mother's sister, but he bores me to
death!" Nevil forced a smile. "Now bugger off, escape while you can!"

"Oh!" Ian stifled a laugh, so this was his father talking honestly for
once.

"Now hoppit or you'll be stuck!" Nevil grinned.

Ian grinned back, adjusted his shorts under the table and hoped that the
lump and the stains didn't show too much. He followed Kevin's plump little
bottom in the beautifully pressed tan shorts out of the room and directed
him up the stairs.

"Go in, in you go it's only me bedroom." Ian pushed Kevin through the door.

"Cor, always wondered wot yer room was like." Kevin looked around taking in
every detail. "Smells don't it!"

"Wot of?" demanded Ian thinking it wasn't quite the thing to say.

"Well of you?" Kevin looked up his wide eyed, his expression fairly
screaming of his infatuation.

"Oh.. shit!" Ian looked at him and blushed, he felt a shiver up his
back. Kevin didn't need to say any more, Ian had finally realised he had
unwittingly become the object of Kevin's adulation.

"Please.. will you sit on the bed with me?" Kevin rather nervously patted
the bed, he bit his lip, "I think about you and wot we did in me tree house
every day and, and when I goes to bed."

This was new, very unexpected and Kevin was younger. Ian blinked, totally
unaccustomed to such an immediate show of affection. Now he began to
realise why Martin had been so affected by Tom and Alex.

"You do? Wot, think of me? Every day?"

On hearing the news he sat down rather heavily, wondering why was he
getting so emotional. Unsure whether to touch Kevin or not he managed a
smile, although it was physical contact which very obviously was what Kevin
wanted.

"I wish you was me big brother." whispered Kevin shuffling nearer and
pushing his bare knee up against Ian's and putting a clammy little hand on
top of Ian's leg.

"Why?" croaked Ian, suddenly feeling very tearful. "Oh fuck!"

"Because.. because you're so nice, I ain't got no brother and.." Kevin
looked up at Ian determined to make eye contact. "and I'm going to pretend
you are.. forever."

"Oh fuck!" thought Ian, it seemed lately everyone wanted a part of him.

With that Kevin wrapped his arms around his waist and burrowed his head
into his chest. After Ian's very emotional talk with Martin coupled with
the rest of the days events, then to be told he had just adopted a younger
brother finally caused the dam to break and tears started to run down his
face.

"Why are you crying?" asked Kevin anxiously having realised what was
happening. He looked him right in the face again. Had he done something
wrong or worse was Ian going to refuse him. He now sounded on the verge of
tears, would his dreams be shattered? "Wot have I done? You will.. you
will, won't you, please?"

"Because.. because.. I don't know!" muttered Ian instinctively beginning to
hug him. "And, yes. yes.. I'll have you as a little brother."

After what amounted to a silent bonding which lasted easily for a couple of
very breathy minutes they parted, sat back and looked at each other,
obviously both had been crying.

"I was afraid you didn't want me." mumbled Kevin rubbing his eyes. "See I
been dreaming of you, every night."

"Don't be silly," mumbled Ian, he took a deep breath and wiped his nose on
the back of his hand, "course I want you, but uumm, you gotta know I'm just
a bit sorta confused, it's been a bit of an odd day, lots of things have
happened and..."

"So can we look at each others willy's, like we did before?" interrupted
Kevin revealing the full extent of the concentration span of his young
brain. Without even waiting for a reply he started to tug at his own shorts
being all too keen to relive his previous experience.

"Why not, you can undo mine after." said Ian realising this wasn't the time
to explain his feelings, maybe it was better just to take advantage of what
was on offer.

"Ooh good."

Ian watched, shook his head and smiled as he lay back. He thought back to
when he was at that seemingly innocent age of eleven and he didn't have a
care in the world either. Now barely four years later the innocence had all
but evaporated leaving him utterly confused by his sexuality. The
interminable differences between lust, love, friendship, homosexuality and
whatever other complications his adolescent mind could conjure up.

"There!" exclaimed Kevin suddenly sliding off the side of the bed and
pulling his elasticated shorts down in one swift movement.

Ian quickly sat up and saw the now very familiar pale blue ribbed cotton of
Kevin's rather commodious Y-fronts. The front was definitely bulging and a
hand had already been pushed inside the waistband.

"You can't wait can you?" Ian grinned, looked. Ogled, knowing it wouldn't
be long before his hand was in there too.

Despite the questionable morality due to their age difference Ian was still
drawn like a magnet to the eleven year old boy. Any doubts as to what was
right or wrong had been quickly dispelled once his own cock had literally
sprung into life.

"Is them more new pants, they looks a bit big?" Ian's breathing quickened
as he devoured the scene that was actually taking place on his own bed, the
semen stained adolescent temple where he masturbated morning and
night. "Does she buy new ones often then?"

"Yeah, see she bought 'em one size too big!" grunted Kevin looking down and
then blushing on thinking how silly he must have looked. "They got an
elephant`s ass ain't they?"

"Dunno, turn round let's have butchers." Ian slipped hand into his pocket
in an effort to free his constricted organ.

"She's always buying me pants, she says you can't have enough of 'em!" said
Kevin disconsolately as he did a wobbly pirouette. "Think she'd buy the
right size wouldn't you!"

"It would help, we could both get in them!" Ian grinned.

"Aww don't say that," Kevin looked down and then at Ian, "please don't make
it any worse than it is."

"Sorry," Ian lay back on the bed very provocatively pushing his own shorts
in the air, "now you pull me shorts off and you'll see mine are the
opposite, `cause they're far too bloody small!"

"Ooh wot!" Kevin needed no second invitation he moved closer.

Standing between Ian's legs he very excitedly, not to say very shakily
began to pull at the faded blue shorts. Ian enjoyed every second and did
his best to make Kevin really have to grope around and tug quite hard to
pull them down.

"Shit!" squeaked Kevin his eyes popping out of his head as the blue briefs
were slowly revealed. "They's blue the same as mine!"

"And they ain't even mine, I borrowed `em," Ian grinned, "that's why
they're small."

"Who's is they then?" he said staring at the stains all over the
front. "Oohh... and all them stains, is that.. is that all cum stains?"

"Yer." Ian wriggled on the bed, his erection was obvious trapped and he
desperately wanted Kevin to grab hold of it.

"Cor.. wot's that smell?" Kevin wrinkled his nose as he leant over,
gingerly he prodded the bulging cotton making Ian flinch. "Hey, they's all
sorta.. damp!"

"Well I've cum in 'em earlier," Ian replied, adding as nonchalantly as he
could. "it was the third time I've cum today!"

"You wot!" Kevin was taken aback, this was new. To cum three times in a day
and finish up wearing somebody else's underpants. "In yer pants? Wow,
wot'll yer mum say!"

"I hope she don't find out!" Ian giggled and folded his legs around Kevin
drawing him closer. "Go on pull 'em down, if yer lucky I might pull yours
down as well."

Taking a few seconds to firmly rub himself through his own briefs Kevin
smiled at Ian and then eyed up the target. He began by pushing Ian's shirt
up, then excitedly grabbing at the elastic waistband he pulled as hard as
he could.

"Fuckin' hell Kev don't rip me cock off!" exclaimed Ian as Kevin tugged and
heaved on the fabric until he finally succeeded in stretching the briefs
until they were below Ian's balls. "Yer, bloody slow down! Don't rip me
fuckin' pants, I gotta give 'em back!"

"You stinks," replied Kevin as the smell of congealed semen wafted upwards,
Kevin sniffed then started to giggle, "and yer hairs is all stuck to yer
pants!"

"Wot d'you fuckin' expect, I've cum in `em!" Ian began giggling as well,
then flexed his stomach muscles so his cock waved in the air.

"Ian," Kevin looked him in the face, "d'you really think I'll make this cum
stuff soon?"

"Yeah, sure you will and won't be long `cause yer already having the dry
cums ain't you?"

"Yeah, you started me didn't you? " Kevin nodded frantically, "So now I
does it morning and night just like you said I gotta do."

"Right, uumm that's good." Ian smiled and blinked, there was something
about Kevin's innocence that really touched a nerve. "Go on, have a go on
me. You gonna try and wank me off then, like I did to you in yer tree
house?"

This was actually the culmination of Kevin's fantasies, for real. Beaming
he put his hand around the base of Ian's cock and tried to rub it up and
down but was defeated a combination of his own clammy hand and the adhesive
qualities of teenage spunk.

"Bloody hell, don't pull it off Kev!" said Ian. "Hold on, slow down. You'll
make it sore doing that, now think wot did we do in yer tree house?"

The wheels turned slowly inside Kevin's head as he cast his mind back,
suddenly he grinned and spat into the palm of his hand. Ian sighed in
pleasure as the age old lubricant of spittle and spunk began to work.

"But will you cum again if you've done it three times before?" Kevin
watched the purple head of Ian's cock disappear into his hand with every
stroke, "I want to see you cum, please, please."

"If I can I will," Ian guessed the logistics of semen production were well
beyond Kevin's understanding, "but sometimes if it's been over wanked, it
won't work."

"Oh, don't say that," Kevin looked up very disappointed, "please, please
Ian.. can you try and cum? I think about doing it with you every time I
does it."

"I'll try, keep going!" Ian smiled. He watched as thoughts of squeezing
Kevin's buttocks went through his mind.

"You know," Kevin paused and looked at Ian's rampant organ, "this is wot I
dream about, getting you to cum over me hand."

Kevin was just so innocent, naively honest to the extreme. A little plump,
dressed in his oversized underpants he caught Ian's eye and grinned at
being so incredibly happy in what he was doing and who he was with.

Whatever feelings Kevin was radiating certainly weren't lost on
Ian. Closing his eyes in another attempt to fight back tears he tried to
pick his way through the minefield of emotions as expressed between Martin
and it now seemed, his newly adopted younger brother Kevin.

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Chap 99 to follow, almost time to change hands!!!