Let's Talk About... Part 7

 

“What on earth are you wearing now?” Adrian’s mum asked with a questioning smile when her son walked into the kitchen, “Don’t tell me… have you and the boys been discussing your challenge?”

Oh, crumbs, thought Adrian, she thinks it’s to do with this challenge thing she’s on about.

“Er, no mum… nothing to do with the challenge… it’s just that I… I sort of spilled something on my trunks and Mrs Plant offered to clean them for me,” Adrian answered.

“Then why aren’t you wearing them?”

“We were going to the rec., but we didn’t have time to wait for my trunks to be washed, so Matt found this for me to wear,” Adrian explained. He was standing facing his mum shielding his bare bottom from view.

“But what exactly is it?”

Adrian blushed. There was no easy way to explain what the skimpy piece of material was that was hanging over his crotch. He tried to think of all the new rules Matt and Peter had decided on in an effort to think up something that would be convincing to his mum.

“Well it’s sort of to do with the challenge,” Adrian said squirming as he back-pedalled on what he’s just said to his mum, “You see we’ve been thinking up some rules like you said we should… y’know you wanted me to talk to Peter and Matt about it…”

“Yes, I remember, darling… so have you boys come up with some ideas then?” mum said eager to find out what they had decided, “You know I’m really pleased you’ve taken up this challenge, Adrian… I’m so proud of you.”

Adrian blushed and squirmed even more as he began to tell his mum about some of the rules that Peter and Matt had come up with, like not being able to wear any other clothes but his little swimming trunks. What Adrian was wearing was not considered to be proper clothes under the rules they’d devised.  He pretended he was involved in the decision-making process and felt a little ashamed at having to put such a positive spin on his humiliation.

“It’s like this, mum,” Adrian said as he started to tell her what had happened, “... when I spilt the tadpole… I mean, tapioca pudding on my trunks…”

“What tapioca pudding?” mum asked completely confused.

“The tapioca pudding I was eating…”

“... but you don’t like tapioca pudding… you won’t eat my tapioca pudding…”

Adrian had to think fast: “Matt said there was some left over and Peter told me it would help with the challenge… er, get my strength up or something…” Adrian extemporised, “...he said he would’ve eaten it, but said I could because I needed it…”

“That was very generous of Peter considering… I must remember to make you some in future,” a slightly bewildered mum replied, but she knew how fickle boys can be when it came to food.

“You don’t have to, mum… not specially,” Adrian said, worried that tapioca pudding would become a regular feature of mealtimes.

“So tell me about these rules you and the boys have thought up…”

“Mrs Plant… Matt’s mum…” Adrian started to say.

“Yes… I know who Sylvia Plant is…”

“Well, Matt’s mum said I couldn’t go out with my trunks all messy, so she said she would clean them for me and, er, well… then she offered to lend me a pair of Matt’s play shorts so I could go to the rec. with Peter and Matt… but…”

Adrian’s mum stifled a yawn.

“... I’m not allowed to wear shorts, because the rules are that I can’t wear any clothes other than my speedo trunks for the challenge… like I said, but Peter and Matt decided that I could wear one of our old Red Indian loincloths, because they don’t count as proper boys’ clothes… ‘cos they’re play outfits…”

“I see,” mum said before she realised something, “What… the loincloths you used to wear when you played Cowboys and Indians… you were only a little boy… seven or eight, when you played in those… where on earth did you find it?”

“Matt found it for me…”

Something else occurred to Adrian’s mum: “Turn round, Adrian…”

“But, mum… please…”

“Turn round… I want to see if my memory’s playing tricks on me, or… yes, I thought so… your bottom is completely bare… you’ve not been running about with a bare bottom all day have you, Adrian?”

Mum suppressed a chuckle and looked seriously at her son, as if she was about to admonish him, until she saw his lips quivering. It had been a tough day for Adrian and he was a bundle of nerves standing in the kitchen dressed in nothing more than the ridiculously small, backless loincloth, and having to think up plausible reasons for his costume (such as it was!).

Adrian’s mum, realising her son needed cheering up, laughed: “Oh, darling! I think you’re being ever so brave! Fancy… I never knew you could be such a little daredevil… wearing that old loincloth while your swim-trunks were being cleaned…”

Adrian hung his head: “It was Matt’s idea,” he confessed.

“Well, whoever it was you’re the one who wore it… I’m so proud of you!”

Mum put her hand out and ruffled Adrian’s hair: “No gel today I see… you know I really didn’t think that little device would have such an effect… you are being so much more self-confident… gosh, when I think of the times I’ve had to push you out of that kitchen door to get you out of the house for some fresh air…” she leant down and kissed Adrian’s forehead, “Now what can I do to make your challenge a bit more exciting?”

Adrian was shocked to hear what his mum said. More exciting! he thought, how could it possibly made more exciting? It was bad enough as it was… bloody awful, in fact, but he couldn’t tell his mum the real reason for accepting his humiliations under the pretence of a ‘challenge’. His mouth fell open, but then he quickly cried: “MUM!!” he was distraught at the very idea.

Mum laughed again: “I was only pulling your leg, dear and it sounds as if you’ve already had quite an exciting day today… but I’m sure you’re having lots of fun with your friends thinking up ways to make the challenge more interesting…”

“They already have,” muttered Adrian to himself.

“... and what have you done to your bottom?” his mum asked interrupting Adrian’s thoughts, “It’s as red as a beetroot…” she added.

“It was at the playground… on slide, mum…”

“How many goes did you have on the slide?” mum asked. She could see Adrian’s bottom was still very red.

“Oh, two or three times… my bottom was dead sore…” Adrian answered.

“Hmm…” mum looked again at Adrian’s red bottom, “It looks to me as if it was more than a couple of goes on the slide to get your bottom looking like that…”

“It was, mum… honest,” Adrian replied. He had no idea quite how red his bottom was and he didn’t like the way this was going.

“It looks to me as if this bottom of yours has been spanked… did Peter and Matt spank you?”

“No, mum… no they didn’t…” Adrian was beginning to get very nervous about what to tell his mum.

“But your bottom has been spanked hasn’t it, Adrian?” mum clearly wasn’t going to take ‘no’ for an answer.

Adrian hung his head in shame and after realising he’d have to tell his mum what happened he nodded: “Yes, mum…” he whispered.

“So tell me, darling… who spanked you?” mum asked tenderly, “Were you naughty?”

“No, mum… I wasn’t naughty… not like you mean…”

His mum looked puzzled: “No? So, tell me what happened…”

Adrian sighed… where to begin, he thought and after a few seconds of silence looked up at his mum: “I had to do a forfeit… you see Peter and Matt made it part of the challenge that had to do forfeits if I… if I make a mistake, or don’t do something right… it’s all part of the rules of the challenge, mum,” Adrian told her.

“I see… you boys are taking this all very seriously…”

Adrian could see that his mum was pleased with his explanation, “Yes, mum…”

“... but you still haven’t told me who spanked your bottom…”

Adrian took a deep breath: “There were some mums… ladies… and they’d seen me playing on the roundabout and slide and things… anyway Matt was talking to them and telling them about my challenge…”

“What was Peter doing? Was he playing with you?” mum asked.

“Er, he was… he was watching me play hopscotch…”

Mum laughed. She didn’t mean to, but the thought of her son hopping and skipping on the hopscotch grid wearing nothing but the little loincloth was too much for her: “But you’ve got two left feet, darling! Did you finish the game? Was that what got you your spanking?”

“Oh, mum… I haven’t got two left feet!” Adrian said indignantly.

“So what did happen?”

Adrian didn’t want to go into details, but unless he told his mum what happened, he realised his spanking wouldn’t make much sense.

“Going to the rec. and playing on the swings and stuff like the slide was… well part of my challenge,” Adrian explained, “Peter and Matt are really good at coming up with ideas for things for me to do…”

“You must be really pleased your friends are helping out… they seem very keen…”

Adrian kept his thoughts to himself and carried on telling his mum what happened: “Then Peter challenged me to play hopscotch… only I had to go all the way round without making any mistakes otherwise I’d lose and have to pay a forfeit…”

Adrian’s mum chuckled once more at the thought of her son playing hopscotch wearing nothing but the tiny loincloth: “Go on, dear… don’t mind me… I’m all ears…”

Adrian protested: “It’s not funny, mum…”

“I’m sorry darling… do carry on…”

“Peter gave me three lives and I was doing really well and then…” Adrian paused, not sure of how to explain what happened to make him lose the game.

“Go on, darling…”

“I think Matt had been talking to the mums who were watching me and… and they’d seen my trainer thing…”

“I imagine they did… playing hopscotch it would have been difficult for them not to…”

Adrian blushed: “... and one of the ladies must have told Matt what it was for… to stop me… y’know…”

Once again Adrian hung his head, but mum was clearly impressed by his honesty.

“Matt ran over to where Peter was… he was refereeing… and… and… I was on the last round, mum… and when Matt told Peter what the lady had said, I heard him and forgot what I was doing and missed the square… I was nearly back to the base… it was Matt’s fault I lost…”

Adrian couldn’t very well tell his mum what transpired between him and Matt, but he said that Matt apologised and they made it up.

“Peter said I still had to do a forfeit…”

“... because you lost the game of hopscotch,” mum said having cottoned on to some of the new rules of the challenge, “... even though you were distracted by Matt?”

Adrian nodded: “Peter and Matt asked the ladies to choose a forfeit for me… and I had to do a spanking one…”

“So the ladies spanked your naughty bottom?”

Adrian nodded again: “I wasn’t naughty, mum… I just lost at hopscotch…”

“Hmm… and how many spanks did they give you,” mum said good-naturedly.

“Six smacks… each,” Adrian replied, “They really stung…”

“I think you did very well to tell me all that… I’m pleased,” mum said, as she ruffled Adrian’s hair once more, “... and I think it would be a good idea if you told me all about what you, Peter and Matt get up to during this challenge…”

Adrian might not have agreed, but he said nothing.

“Are your swimming trunks still at Matthew’s house?”

“Yes, mum… I said I’d pick them up in the morning…”

“So you’ll have to wear that loincloth again tomorrow if you’re going to stick by the rules.”

Adrian pursed his lips. He’d forgotten the consequences of leaving his chums standing when he walked off in a huff: “I suppose so…”

“Come on… let’s get you up to the bathroom, Adrian,” mum announced, “It looks like you could do with a good wash after playing at the rec. today… and, here, let’s have that loincloth and I’ll give it a quick rinse… we don’t want you going out looking scruffy, do we?” she added with a smile.

“No, mum…” Adrian replied as he wondered whether he’d need the ice-pack tonight after what happened at Jack’s.

Later on in the bathroom Adrian’s mum was about to unlock the nub trainer when she told him: “I haven’t seen Matt’s mum for a while, so I thought I might pop over tomorrow… perhaps we can go over there together…” She turned the little key and the lock sprang open, “Oh! Not so excited to be unlocked tonight,” mum said as she eased the chastity cage from Adrian’s penis, “... it’s all that exercise you’ve had to day at rec. I expect…”

Adrian silently sighed in relief: “Yes, mum… it was fun though…”

It was only when mum washed Adrian’s penis and had retracted his foreskin that she noticed the glans was a little redder than usual. There was a slight slipperiness too, although this didn’t cause her undue concern. She reminded herself that Adrian was growing up and the constant constriction of the nub trainer might have rubbed his penis during his games at the rec. playground.

“Would you like me to put some cream on your willy? It looks a little sore…”

The indignity he felt at having his penis called a willy rankled and before he could stop himself he blurted out: “It’s not a willy, mum… only little boys have willies…” he reminded her.

“I’m sorry, darling, but it is a bit red… as if it’s being chaffed by the trainer…”

Adrian blushed: “It’s alright, mum… it doesn’t feel sore or anything…”

The very thought of what might happen if mum started to rub cream on his nob appalled Adrian and he was relieved when his mum acquiesced to his wish.

“... but we’d better keep an eye on it,” she added, “I wouldn’t like to think that wearing your trainer is hurting you, however much it’s helping you to be my good little boy…”

What was Adrian to say? If he said it was too small and it hurt, he was pretty sure mum would just get another size… with another lock, which meant a different key. Anyway although he hated to admit it, he’d got used to the trainer and most of the time hardy knew it was there. It was when he felt horny and his nob was constricted by the little device that he really felt the frustration of not being able to masturbate. Adrian knew his only chance of a good wank rested in the duplicate key Peter had managed to get hold of and therein lay the answer to give his mum.

“It’s ok really, mum…” and with his hands held firmly behind his head, he crossed his fingers and said, “I don’t mind it… honest I don’t…”

Adrian’s mum beamed. She knew she’d done the right thing. Those leaflets she’d picked up were quite correct, boys didn’t need to masturbate… they were far better behaved when they weren’t fiddling with their willies all the time.

The next morning Adrian and his mum set off for Matt’s house together. As they walked along Adrian once more was wearing his loincloth, which was nice and clean after his mum had washed and ironed it for him. Of course, apart from his sneakers, that’s all Adrian was wearing. He felt even more self-conscious of his near-nudity walking by his mum’s side and couldn’t wait to get into the comparative safety of Mrs Plant’s house.

When they arrived Adrian and his mum were shown into the front room by Matt’s mother.

“It is nice to see you, Connie… come on through… I’ll make a cuppa and we can sit and have a chat,” Matt’s mum said in greeting, “Peter’s already here, Adrian… he’s upstairs with Matt… I’ve got your swimming trunks, all washed and ready for you… if you wait here with your mum for minute I’ll bring them and you can change into them… I expect you’ll like put them back on after wearing that tiny loincloth…”

Adrian thanked Matt’s mother and wondered what his friends were up to, but knowing them he reckoned they were either wanking or figuring out his day’s new forfeits… or both.

“I’m so glad you called round, Connie,” Mrs Plant said as she brought through the tea, “The boys have told me all about this challenge Adrian's doing…”

“Yes, Matt and Peter have been very helpful… haven’t they, Adrian?”

“Yes, mum…” Adrian was itching to get upstairs to find out what was going on, but realised he wasn’t going to get permission to leave the room just yet.

“Has Mrs. Plant seen your little trainer?” Adrian’s mum asked him.

Adrian shook his head. He didn’t like where the mums’ ‘chat’ was going.

“Come over here and let’s show her shall we?”

Adrian knew this wasn’t a question for which he had the option of answering ‘no’. When there were two mums together facing you, Adrian knew it was a good policy not to show up one in front of the other. He walked the few paces towards his mum and Mrs Plant.

Yesterday Adrian had managed to conceal his nub trainer from Matt’s mum. She had laughed good-naturedly at his modesty as he peeled down his tiny speedo trunks that needed washing after spilling the tapioca pudding over himself. Adrian stood nervously as his mum went into a few more embarrassing details about how the trainer device was helping him.

“Helping him in what way what exactly,” Matt’s mum asked, although it wasn’t difficult for her to guess.

Instead of answering her friend straightaway Connie told her about the leaflet she’d picked up while Adrian was having his verruca attended to at the clinic: “It was very useful… very informative… it explained about how boys can start playing with themselves… masturbating…”

Adrian, forced to stand listening to his mum, blushed until he felt his ears burning.

“... the experts writing in the leaflet are all agreed that excessive masturbation can seriously affect boys’ physical abilities… you ought to pick up a leaflet the next time you take Matthew to the Clinic… but Adrian told me that he hardly ever played with himself… didn’t you, darling?”

Adrian felt like such an idiot as he agreed: “Yes, mum…” He was sure Mrs Plant must know all about boys masturbating… his mum didn’t need to embarrass him like this talking to Matt’s mum… but then mums were like that…

Contrary to how Adrian viewed his situation standing in the front room, his mother carried on; “You see, Adrian wasn’t even bothered when we had a little talk about masturbation, were you, dear?”

“No, mum…” Adrian replied dutifully, wondering when his ordeal would end.

 “… in fact, Sylvia, he told me he wouldn’t miss masturbating if he stopped altogether… so together we agreed… didn’t we, darling?”

“Yes, mum…”

“... we agreed that Adrian would wear a little trainer device to help him keep the promise he made to me… Adrian says that he hardly even notices he’s wearing it, isn’t that so?”

Adrian managed to croak out the word ‘yes’, but would have been happier if the floor underneath his feet would have obliged him by suddenly giving way so that he could escape the inevitable next few seconds…

His mum leant forwards and took hold of the lower hem of Adrian’s loincloth. Adrian was a boy and they were two mums together. What could be more perfectly natural that Connie, Adrian’s mum, should lift up the flimsy loincloth to show Matt’s mum how his bald penis was securely caged in the nub trainer chastity device by a tiny padlock.

“See how simple it is?” Connie said, “I unlock it at Adrian’s bathtime so that I can clean it… and him!” she added with a chuckle, “... while he keeps his hands out of the way of course…”

“What a cute little lock as well!” Sylvia said as she peered at the device more closely, “I’m not sure how Matt would take to it… being bathed again after so long and everything… but you must keep me posted and tell me how you get on with Adrian… and if there’s anything I can do, you only have to ask…”

It sounded to Adrian very much as if he was going to be the only boy wearing a nub trainer in the foreseeable future. Not that he would wish it on anyone else; he wasn’t that sort of boy. But it was unfair, he thought.

“Now, what’s all this about the challenge you’ve set for Adrian this summer?” Sylvia Plant asked Connie.

This was the first time Adrian had heard the world ‘summer’ mentioned with regard to his challenge and his mouth fell open. Did this mean he would have to wear his stupid little-boy swim-trunks for the rest of the holidays? And the nub trainer?! To say Adrian was shocked and horrified was an understatement… he was flabbergasted and waited… no, prayed to hear his mum say it would only be for a few days… a week at most.

“You know, I hadn’t given it much thought to be honest, but Adrian’s been so enthusiastic and with his friends helping him with his challenge… it’s been such a surprise to see how he’s been enjoying himself so much… yesterday they they took him to the rec. to play… and while you very kindly washed his swim-trunks, Adrian was even happy to wear that little loincloth instead…”

“Yes, Matt told me all about it… and apparently Jack’s become involved as well… such a nice, helpful young boy I’ve always thought…”

“You didn’t tell me about Jack…” Adrian’s mum remarked to her son.

“... forgot…” was the best Adrian could come up with as he stood still waiting in vain for the floor which, to his annoyance, still didn’t want to open up and swallow him.

“Well, that really is encouraging,” his mum said enthusiastically as, without a word spoken, she took off his loincloth. Adrian could see his swimming trunks lying beside Mrs Plant on the sofa. “Shall I hang onto this,” Adrian’s mum said holding the little loincloth, “You never know, the boys might want Adrian to play in it again…”

“... by all means,” Sylvia Plant replied, “I’d really no idea I’d kept those old loincloths until Matthew found that one… I must have tucked them away in the cupboard under the stairs and forgot about them… You know I made them for the boys when they were little… Matthew pestered me to make them one year when they all wanted to play at being Red Indians.”

Adrian’s mum smiled: “You never know when these things might come in useful… it’s like Adrian’s old swimming trunks… I completely forgotten about them… didn’t know he still had them, but he came home wearing them and that’s when I found out.”

“Found out what, Connie?”

“Adrian tried to tell me that he was doing a dare… didn’t you darling?”

Adrian knew it was pointless to argue. Things had got so far out of hand, it was easier simply to agree.

“D’you remember, I rung you up and asked whether Matthew knew anything about this so-called ‘dare’... of course he didn’t, neither did Peter as it turned out. That was when I realised what the real reason was…”

“The ‘challenge’...” Sylvia Plant chipped in.

“Yes, that’s right… the boys had challenged Adrian to wear his speedo trunks and Adrian tried to get me to believe it was a sort of one off thing, but I told him that wasn’t much of a challenge and to ask the boys to help him make it a real challenge… one that would really test him… and do you know, Sylvia, Adrian’s really enjoying himself… the boys help make up all sorts of rules for Adrian to follow and forfeits to pay… yesterday, down at the rec., paying a forfeit, Adrian even had his bottom smacked by some mums!”

Adrian was furious at the way his mum had dismissively described his very painful forfeit at the hands, literally, of the ladies as a ‘smacking’. As any boy knows, there is a world of difference between a casual smack and a sustained spanking. Wisely Adrian kept his own counsel.

“What? As a forfeit?” Sylvia Plant asked, “Gosh, I had no idea these boys took their games so seriously…”

“Challenges, Sylvia,” Adrian’s mum corrected.

“So how long do you think this will last? The challenge, I mean,” Sylvia asked.

“That’s up to the boys… isn’t it? They’re in charge,” Connie said as she looked up at her son.

“Yes, mum,” Adrian replied with a sinking feeling that unless Peter got busy with the key to his nub trainer, he’d end up being easily the most frustrated, desperately-in-need-of-a-wank, fourteen year old boy that had ever lived…

“... but Matt and Peter are only in charge in so far as Adrian is willing to agree to everything…” Connie added, “I’m sure if there was anything Adrian didn’t want to do, he’d come and tell his mum…”

But Adrian knew telling tales on his friends would be the last thing any self-respecting boy his age would do.

“You know Jack’s older brother has signed on as a merchant seaman…” Sylvia Plant informed her friend, changing the subject slightly.

“Really… I expect that when he returns he’ll have lots of stories he’ll want to tell the boys…”

The two of them chatted away and caught up with their gossip. Adrian might not have been there as he stood wearing nothing but his nub trainer and his sneakers. Eventually the noise of two rambunctious boys was heard as they clattered downstairs. Matt and Peter almost tumbled into the room in the midst of some sort of friendly play-fight, each boy eager to be the first through the doorway. They came to an abrupt halt when they saw Adrian standing bare bottomed… and bare everything, in front of the mums.

“Cor! Aren’t you dressed yet, Adrian?” Matt asked as the boys giggled, “C’mon… we’ve got lots to talk about… loads of new rules and after you left us yesterday Jack had an idea for a new game to play…” he added confidently in front of the two mums.

Adrian lowered his head and scowled as glanced at Matt. Adrian knew the sort of game that Jack would have had an idea for.

Mrs Plant picked up Adrian’s tiny little-boy swim-trunks: “Here you are… better put these on before you boys start playing…”

“Just a minute, Sylvia,” Adrian’s mum interjected, “I wanted to show you this…”

In her hand Connie held the key to Adrian’s nub trainer: “It’s the key to that tiny little padlock… here, have a look… isn’t it sweet?”

Sylvia Plant took the tiny key and held it in the palm of her hand: “Oh, it is… yes, but… that’s… that’s very odd,” she glanced up at Matt, “It looks just like the key in that funny little box in your bedroom…”

Let's Talk About... Part 6

 

Peter, Matt and Jack escorted Adrian from the playground as they made their way to Jack’s house. Adrian was made to walk ahead of his friends so they could watch the reactions of passersby who might be surprised to see a boy dressed so briefly. ‘Dressed’ is hardly the right word to describe Adrian’s apparel, since all he was wearing was a tiny, thin loincloth that consisted of a small flap of material that hung at his front. There was no rear flap as the loincloths had been made by Matt’s mum when the boys were seven years old and no one was at all bothered by the display of boys’ bare bottoms, if anything the sight was considered ‘cute’; something to be treasured. Adrian was now fourteen and more embarrassed than he’d ever been in his whole life before as he walked along in public wearing the tiny loincloth that covered so little. Adrian’s bare bottom was still sore from plunging down the slide in the playground and its subsequent ‘warming up’, the result of a spanking forfeit administered by a group of mums who’s been in the playground looking after their youngsters.

Even though Peter had had a quick wank in the toilets, he was nevertheless looking forward to going to Jack’s house. Jack was the custodian of what the boys considered to be a world class stash of wanking material. To be invited to masturbate at Jack’s was an honour indeed, such honour, under the circumstances, was lost on Adrian as he was prevented in joining in any naughty games by the fact that his penis had been locked by his mother into a nub trainer chastity device.

Adrian could hear the boys behind him talking and chuckling as they continued to chat amiably about his enforced chastity, the ‘challenge’ he’d been set by his mother and way they’d been entrusted to administer it. Peter and Matt also told Jack a few more details about how they’d obtained a duplicate key to Adrian’s nub trainer and the rules they’d formulated to administer its use. 

Adrian couldn’t make out exactly what was said but one word that he did hear uttered more than once was ‘penalty’, an idea that Jack seemed keen to promote. It didn’t auger well for the almost nude boy as they walked along the road leading to Jack’s.

Penalty for what? Adrian thought. I’m already doing forfeits and mum’s silly challenge, which reminded him of his speedos left at Matt’s house. The thought of pulling up his little boy swimming trunks made Adrian feel better. Admittedly the trunks didn’t fit him very well since they were bought for him when he was ten and last worn before the present turn of events when he was eleven. But next to the thin little square of fabric that he was currently forced to wear, the swim-trunks would at least make Adrian feel like he was wearing something… however brief that something was.

The boys reached Jack’s house and raced straight up to his bedroom, the bedroom Jack used to share with his older brother, Greg, before Greg went off to sea . The room was plenty large enough for the brothers and Greg’s bed was left made up in case Jack had a friend for a sleepover. The stash of wanking material was kept under a loose floorboard which itself was hidden underneath a rug.

“Greg says he’ll bring some more mags back if he finds some good ones wherever he goes,” Jack said as he pulled the rug back and retrieved the magazines from the hiding place.

Peter’s eyes lit up, closely followed by Matt’s, when they saw what Jack laid in front of them. All three boys dropped their shorts and within seconds the boys were all fully erect. Only Jack had a light dusting of pale pubic hair at the base of his thick, well-developed penis, but the few feathery hairs were completely hidden by his rampant shaft. Adrian’s penis, however, was feeling distinctly uncomfortable trapped as it was in the nub trainer. Adrian was transfixed by what he saw on the pages of the magazine that Jack was showing them. He knew it was madness to look, but Adrian couldn’t take his eyes off the pictures Jack held up in front of the horny boys. What was the point of looking when Adrian’s penis was locked so securely into the chastity device? But Adrian couldn’t help himself. Even knowing there was absolutely no chance of a wank, the key to the device being held in a lock-box at Matt’s house half a mile away, Adrian still looked at the magazine as he hoped and prayed that Peter would find a way to unlock the infernal device controlling his penis so that he could have a long overdue wank.

“Have you decided on Adrian’s forfeit yet?” Matt asked Jack.

The boys weren’t masturbating properly, but nevertheless they played with their stiff nobs as they waited for Jack to say something. Adrian sensed trouble ahead.

It took a few moments for Adrian to realise what Matt was doing: “STOP IT!! You can’t do that! You promised… you’re wanking! That’s not fair!”

“No I’m not… in any case, who says I can’t wank?!”

“But you promised… Scout’s honour!”

Matt began to argue. Peter realised that if he didn’t do something quickly Matt and Adrian would start fighting and the whole thing would get out of hand. He moved to stand between the two protagonists while Jack, not really understanding what all the fuss was about, took hold of Matt’s arms. Jack was more concerned for the safety of ‘The Collection’ than anything else, but was naturally intrigued to know why Adrian had told Matt that he (Matt) had promised not to masturbate.

Peter looked straight at Adrian: “Look, Matt did make a promise not to wank…”

Adrian strained forward: “TOLD YOU!! I TOLD YOU!!” he shouted at Matt and poked his tongue out in a gesture of defiance.

Jack told Adrian to shut up and listen. He was keener than ever to know what was going on.

“Thanks, Jack…” Peter said before he explained the finer points of Matt’s promise to Adrian.

“... in his bedroom… in his bedroom?” Adrian gasped when he was told, “Matt promised not to wank in his bedroom…” Adrian was gobsmacked. That meant Matt could still masturbate anywhere he liked… just not in his bedroom. As far as Adrian could tell the only concession he’d managed to gain from Matt, after Matt had ruined his chances of completing the hopscotch forfeit successfully, was that Matt wouldn’t have his usual morning wank. Small recompense for Adrian’s subsequent spanking forfeit from the experienced smacking hands of the mums in the playground.

Tricked! That’s what had happened. Adrian had been tricked and there was nothing he could do but meekly accept that he hadn’t at the time spotted the loophole in Matt’s promise. A swizz, but that’s all it was and it would mean losing face to make a fuss about it now. Adrian vowed to himself to be more careful in future when promises were made.

Jack couldn’t believe how sneaky his pals had been to put that one over on Adrian. Their skillful manipulations of the hapless Adrian held out the prospect of lots of fun to be had whilst the boys had the duplicate key to the tiny padlock of Adrian’s nub trainer.

“Well… have you decided on Adrian’s forfeit?” Peter reminded Jack about the forfeit to which he was now entitled after joining him and Matt as Adrian’s ‘minders’.

“I have… yes, I’ve thought of something,” Jack said after a few moments during which he selected one of his older brother’s racer magazines. As he flicked through it he added, “... but first I propose we give Adrian a test to see if he can keep himself under control…”

“How d’ya mean?” Peter asked even though he was pretty sure what Jack driving at.

“Here’s the deal… if Adrian starts leaking spunk from that trainer thing of his, then it’s agreed that he has to pay a penalty for cumming without permission…” Jack explained.

Adrian looked wide-eyed from Jack to Matt to Peter and back to Jack again.

“I can’t cum with this on… how can I cum? That’s the whole point… don’t be stupid…” Adrian protested, displaying the nub trainer as proof.

“I see what you’re getting at, Jack,” Peter said ignoring Adrian’s objection, “If Adrian leaks spunk, that counts as a cum… which counts as a wank…”

Adrian was positively apoplectic: “I’m telling you I can’t spunk up with this thing locked on my nob…  you know I need you to unlock it so I can have a proper wank…” He really couldn’t understand what his friends were on about.

“... but if we see spunk coming out of your trainer device, how are we to know you haven’t had a cum?” Jack argued, “So that’s why I think you should pay a penalty…”

“What sort of penalty, Jack?” Matt asked.

“The key stays in the lock-box for the next two days…” Jack said bluntly, “... unless I can think of something else…”

“WHAT!!” Adrian cried, “That’s not fair… I’ve got this thing on my nob and I haven’t had a wank for ages… each time Peter’s about to unlock it, something happens or I don’t finish a forfeit… and now there’s the lock-box, so no one can get at the key… then you say I’ve got to do a two day penalty if my nob dribbles ‘cos it’s the same as if I’d had a wank…”

“I vote we add that to the rules,” Peter suggested, “All in favour raise your nobs…”

Peter, Matt and Jack pushed their hips up and waggled their erects nobs in front of Adrian.

“Carried!” Peter confirmed and then, before Adrian could say anything, quickly asked Jack, “What about your forfeit for Adrian?”

“Oh, that’s easy,” Jack replied, “I want Adrian to do for me what he did for you when he…”

If Adrian had been apoplectic a few moments ago, now he was positively incandescent: “THAT’S NOT FAIR!!! I CAN’T!!”

“Why not? You did it for Peter the other day…”

“Yeah, but…”

“Yeah, but what?” Jack grinned as he pressed Adrian for a reason.

Adrian looked sheepishly at the floor: “Your nob’s a lot bigger…”

It was Matt’s turn to interject: “Look Adrian, if you don’t suck off Jack that means you’ll have failed to complete a forfeit, which automatically means you won’t get unlocked today… but if you do the forfeit and we get back to my house in time and the lock-box is open…”

“... I’ll use the key to unlock your trainer,” Peter added.

“... and you can wank as much as you like…” Matt said temptingly, “... I won’t be able to join in of course… I’ll just have to sit and watch ‘cos I promised not to wank in my bedroom… remember?” he teased.

“Can’t say fairer than that,” Jack said.

Adrian knew when he was beaten and besides what Matt said made sense. All he had to do was take Jack’s big, thick, five and a half inch long monster nob into his mouth and suck on it until Jack orgasmed and filled his mouth with hot sticky boy-cum.

Adrian looked up at Jack, his eyes glancing over the stiff rod he’d have to somehow squeeze past his lips and asked the same question he’d asked Peter: “Spunk an’ all?”

Jack smiled: “Yes, all the spunk…” He licked his lips in anticipation and winked at Peter and Matt. If what Peter had told him was only half true, then being sucked off by Adrian was going to be one hell of an experience.

Adrian knelt down in front of Jack. Close up and right in front of his face, Jack’s nob looked enormous. Even though Jack was only a few months older it was astonishing how much more developed his wedding tackle was. Even Jack’s balls were bigger, plumper than any of the other boys gathered in the room and Adrian began to worry about something other than how he was going to get Jack’s rod into his mouth. What about when Jack spunked up? Since it was generally accepted among boys that bigger balls meant more spunk, Adrian was alarmed that he might not be able to cope with what was likely to be a big load erupting in his mouth. Should he try and swallow it? Would he even be able to swallow it all? Or would he choke on Jack’s spunk?

Adrian heard Peter whisper in his ear: “Lick it… it’ll make it easier to suck… go on…”

Adrian glanced up at Peter who nodded encouragingly. Adrian understood. He’d sucked off Peter and had found that spit had helped lubricate his friend’s penis as it worked its way between his lips. Adrian leant forward and took hold of Jack’s monster nob, pulling it towards his mouth, but instead of bringing it to his lips, he poked his tongue out and gingerly touched the penis with the tip of his tongue. The skin of Jack’s nob was soft and smooth, although as stiff as Adrian could remember it ever being. Jack was so excited his foreskin had begun to retract of its own accord and at the same time he began to leak pre-cum. Adrian was horrified to see the clear liquid dribbling down the shaft towards his tongue. To back out now would mean Adrian’s chance of a wank postponed for another day and the torments he’d already endured during the day would have all been for nought. So Adrian lifted his head to lick further up the long shaft of Jack’s penis until he felt the glistening pre-cum on his nose.

Peter and Matt couldn’t believe the things they’d managed to persuade Adrian to do, but watching him holding Jack’s big nob and licking it like a popsicle had to be the best yet. The two boys paced their wanks, sensing there was more fun to be had at Adrian’s expense.

Adrian’s tongue had reached Jack’s nob-end, the shiny smooth, bulbous glans. The texture was different and more pre-cum dribbled from the meatus. Adrian took a deep breath and moved into position.

“Go on…” Matt said encouragingly.

Peter too urged Adrian to take Jack’s nob into his mouth.

Adrian knew what it meant… a chance to have his trainer device unlocked… but he was still nervous, “I… I’m not sure… it’s much bigger than yours, Peter…”

Adrian could sense how aroused Jack was by the way Jack’s penis twitched in his hand, never mind the sight of pre-cum now oozing freely down the hard shaft.

Adrian whispered to himself: “C’mon… suck it, Adrian… you can do it…” He opened his mouth wide and leant forward. Adrian’s lips, slick with Jack’s pre-cum, as he started to suck in the big swollen glans. It was much more difficult to get Jack’s nob-end in his mouth than it had been with Peter’s, but Adrian wasn’t going to be defeated. He wasn’t going to lose the forfeit and ruin his chances of having his trainer unlocked for a long overdue wank.

Jack was in seventh heaven as he felt his nob slide into Adrian’s tight mouth. Peter and Matt both gaped, astonished to see Jack’s penis stretching Adrian’s lips wide apart. They could see that Adrian was really struggling with the big penis and that made it even more exciting to watch. Drool and pre-cum dangled from Adrian’s chin as he fought to get more of Jack’s nob into his mouth. It was difficult for him to breathe through his nose as the big penis was forced in ever deeper. Adrian gagged when he felt Jack’s nob push even further, reaching his throat. Adrian’s gag reflex gave Jack an unexpected jolt. Adrian had recalled what Peter had told him about remembering to use his tongue when he’d sucked him off the day before, so he’d been busy constantly stimulating the pleasure points of Jack’s engorged nob. This, and the jerk when Adrian gagged, sent Jack over the edge and as he yelled out that he was going to cum, he grabbed the back of Adrian’s head to ram his nob hard into Adrian’s mouth. Adrian choked and tried to push away as a sudden pulse of boy-cum exploded filling his mouth, but Jack’s hands held Adrian’s head tight. Three more pulses of hot cum went straight down Adrian’s throat. He had little choice but to swallow it all.

Peter and Matt could see Adrian struggling to get free, but the sight of their friend with Jack’s penis stuffed into his mouth was just too exciting for words.

“Quick! There’s a  bowl on the shelf over there,” Matt said to Peter, “I’ve got an idea… just don’t cum yet… hold on…”

Peter pulled his shorts up from his ankles and raced across the room to get the bowl from the shelf. Adrian was almost unconscious when Peter yanked down his play shorts again.

“What’d you want me to do with this?” Peter asked, “Jeez… hasn’t Jack finished cumming yet?”

As if in answer Jack finally let go of Adrian’s head. Adrian flopped away, still in one piece, but looking a bit groggy. From the side of his mouth dibbled some of Jack’s spunk.

“Quick!” Matt grabbed the bowl and placed it under Adrian’s chin in time to catch Jack’s cum which had bubbled out of Adrian’s mouth… the cum that Adrian hadn’t managed to swallow. There was still a lot of it. Strings of fresh spunk dangled between Adrian’s chin and the bowl. Matt looked pretty pleased with himself as he grinned at Peter. Peter returned the grin. He didn’t need to be told what Matt had got planned.

Jack collapsed back onto his bed, completely knackered. Adrian sat back on the floor equally exhausted, his face a mess, plastered with Jack’s boy-cum, drool and snot. In front of him he saw the bowl containing what remained of Jack’s cum. Adrian thought he’d swallowed most of it and he was shocked to see how much of it there was that he hadn’t.

No one said anything, but Peter and Matt started to masturbate in earnest. Excited by what they’d seen, it didn’t take them very long before they were ready to cum. Matt asked for the bowl first and as he bent over for the last few frantic rubs of his wank, squirted his spunk into the bowl as Peter positioned himself to squirt his load into the viscous gloop too. When the boys had finished there was a substantial amount of sticky boy-goo slopping about in the bowl… all ready for another game.

As Adrian sat getting his breath back after sucking off Jack, he wondered whether  he’d ever get rid of the taste of cum. Every time he moved his tongue, whether it was to lick his lips or clean his teeth, he tasted Jack’s spunk. It was horrible and Adrian couldn’t wait to rinse his mouth with some fresh water. He stood up and moved towards the door.

“Where are you going?” Peter asked.

“To the bathroom to get cleaned up and rinse my mouth out if you must know,” Adrian replied rather shirtily. His jaw ached and the taste of sticky cum in his mouth was not helping matters.

“But you haven’t finished yet,” Matt told him.

Cum dribbled off Adrian’s chin as he looked back at Peter and Matt and the bowl of fresh spunk that was on the floor between them.

“Whad’ya mean?” he asked

“Jack’s forfeit was for you to swallow all the cum… don’t you remember?” Peter explained.

“But he meant I had to swallow all of his cum,” Adrian argued. He couldn’t believe he’d ever be debating whose spunk he was meant to swallow. Until yesterday at Peter’s house he hadn’t swallowed any cum at all… not even his own!

“Don’t argue… you spat out Jack’s cum into the bowl…”

“But you’ve wanked into the bowl… so’s Matt, I just saw you… and besides I swallowed most of Jack’s cum… you can’t expect me to…” the thought of what he was going to have to do hit home, “Oh please… come on… I can’t… not all that… there’s loads…”

“You should of swallowed Jack’s cum when you had his nob in your mouth,” Peter argued.

Matt picked up the bowl and rolled the viscous goo sound in front of Adrian: “Come on… there’s not much spunk to drink… it’s full of goodness…”

“Then you drink it!” Adrian snapped, “My tummy’s full of Jack’s cum… I don’t want any more, thank you…”

Matt put the bowl down: “Fair enough… then you’ve failed to complete Jack’s forfeit, so the key stays in the lock-box until you finish your forfeits tomorrow…”

Jack’s bedroom fell silent. Adrian fumed at the unfairness of it all, as he realised he’d fallen for one of his friends’ tricks again. Twice in one day. That must be some sort of record… if he was counting. But Adrian had other things on his mind. Why had he got himself into this mess? He told himself that it was his own fault for listening to his mum’s ‘little chat’ and not somehow putting a stop before it went any further… before that blasted nub trainer was dropped into the conversation at a point from which it was impossible for him to back out. It was a jolly good job Scoot had a key that would unlock the trainer, but Adrian would have been happier if Scoot had given him the key so he could unlock the trainer himself whenever he wanted a wank. Adrian understood why Scoot had given the key to Peter to look after… and it wasn’t Peter’s fault that so far the nub trainer had remained locked, apart from when Adrian’s mum unlocked it at bathtime (and that was becoming more and more of a torment as Adrian’s nob sprang free only for him to suffer heretofore unimaginable frustration as he struggled to keep his hands out of the way,  held tight behind his head while mum attended to cleaning his boy-bits).

Adrian looked again at the bowl of boy-cum. Jack had said ‘all the spunk’. How was he to know that Matt and Peter would spunk up into the bowl as well? There could be no question that Jack’s cum formed part what he saw in front of him and Adrian was forced to concede that Jack’s forfeit couldn’t be considered complete until he’d swallowed the full contents of the bowl.

Adrian’s thoughts were accompanied by the rustling of magazine pages as the other boys feasted their eyes on the contents therein.

“Cor! Get a load of this… Whad’ya think, Adrian?” Matt said as he waved a magazine page in his direction.

Jack leaned up and looked over from his bed: “Don’t wind him up, Matt… Adrian’s got all that delicious spunk to finish off… let him swallow that lot first… if he can…”

Matt laughed: “Ok… better give him chance to complete doing your forfeit,” he turned to Adrian, “Come on… what are you waiting for? You don’t want to let it go cold or it will be like that tadpole pudding…”

The room was quiet again as Jack, Matt and Peter watched as Adrian slowly, obediently and very carefully lifted the bowl of fresh boy-cum up towards his mouth. Adrian didn’t want to risk spilling any of the viscous goo, not because he was so keen to drink it all down, but because he didn’t want to give his pals any excuse for saying he hadn’t completed the forfeit he’d been set by Jack.

As he moved the bowl closer to his lips, Adrian could smell the spunk as it rolled towards him in the bowl. Adrian’s stomach, already full of the cum Jack had squirted straight down his throat, grumbled in protest and he could feel the bile rising in his gullet. He steadied himself for this one last ordeal before they all went back to Matt’s house. Once there Adrian would at last have his nub trainer boy-chastity device unlocked by Peter. With this thought in mind Adrian put the bowl to his lips, carefully tilted it to taste the spunk. He hated it. It was far worse than having cum squirted directly in his mouth when he had little choice in the matter, but to raise the bowl himself, to tilt the stuff into his own open mouth, was something else entirely and Adrian seriously wondered whether he could go through with it.

Adrian paused and glanced sideways towards his friends. He knew he couldn’t let them down, but the slimy boy-spunk in the bowl was awful and the longer he delayed the worse it became.

The three boys watching Adrian were all playing with their nobs. Jack was almost fully boned up again. His older brother, Craig was not going to believe it when he told him about the afternoon’s events… maybe leave out about letting the boys look at ‘The Collection’ though, as he had promised Craig he wouldn’t let them. As he stroked himself Jack wondered about his brother’s next shore leave… what if? The thought of getting Craig involved made Jack’s nob twitch.

Peter was about to tell Adrian to get a move on when he saw Adrian tilt the bowl over his wide open mouth. To stunned silence the boys watched as the gloop disappeared, trickling past Adrian’s glistening lips. Adrian was careful and took his time to swallow all the spunk. Three times he stopped to get his breath and to steel himself to drink some more of the horrid boy-milk. But he managed without losing a drop and was greeted with rousing cheers from his friends.

Adrian blushed in response as he put the bowl down and licked his lips. It had been a very unpleasant ordeal, one that he had no wish to repeat, but Adrian felt proud of himself nonetheless. He’d saved face and that’s what mattered. Now Adrian could look forward to a good wank once Peter had retrieved the key from the lock-box and freed his nob from the trainer.

Matt was rummaging about in the stash of wanking material when he suddenly spotted something underneath some ancient, well thumbed copies of ‘Parade’ magazine: “... wot’s this ‘ere?” he exclaimed on discovering one of Craig’s more recherché offerings, “... CFNB?” Matt opened the magazine, “Blimey!! Your brother don’t ‘arf go in for some weird stuff…”

Peter’s curiosity was piqued: “What’s is it?”

Matt held the magazine up for Peter’s inspection. The tagline at the bottom of the cover read: ‘For Connoisseurs Of Those Embarrassing Years’. The cover picture of a red-faced boy wearing nothing more than a bright green, shiny conical party hat and a bow-tie surrounded by girls, all fully dressed in their best party clothes, invited us to join Henry for his fourteenth birthday party. Henry didn’t look at all like celebrating, unlike the girls who all seemed to be having a whale of a time. In the background it was just possible to see Henry’s smiling parents, arm in arm as they proudly watched their birthday boy.

“Clothed Females, Nude Boys,” Jack explained, “It’s like those nudist mags… only, er more so I guess… and it ain’t ‘weird’. You get horny looking at those boys at the nudist camps…” Jack continued as he defended his brother’s taste in wanking magazines, “... well CFNB is about boys nude in some dead embarrassing situations… you should really get off on it, Matt…”

Matt wasn’t the only boy in the room ‘getting off on it’. Adrian was transfixed by the picture. There was a boy in an even worse pickle than he was and for some strange reason Adrian found this a highly exciting prospect. He groaned. If it wasn’t for his blasted nub trainer locked on his nob… Adrian felt his penis pressing against its cage, desperate to free itself, itching to be wanked. It was very uncomfortable and Adrian sought to relieve the pressure by pushing his hand against the locked cage. It only made matters worse and Adrian gasped as he felt moisture oozing from the device. He was leaking cum!

Matt opened ‘CFNB Magazine’ again and flicked through the pages.

“Crikey!” he exclaimed when he saw some more pictures of ‘Cover Boy Henry’, “Here, Adrian… what do you make of this?”

Matt held up the double page spread of ‘Henry in his Birthday Suit - Getting Ready for His Birthday Party’ for Adrian to see. On one page were two photos, side by side, each taken of Henry. In the left hand picture Henry was shown proudly sporting a neat tuft of curly pubic hair at the base of his flaccid penis. In the right hand picture his penis was totally bald. Henry’s pubic hair had been removed and he’d obviously been shaved smooth by the two girls who stood either side of him. These were Henry’s sisters, the older (holding a razor) and younger (holding a can of shaving foam). Both sisters were smiling and his older sister was leaning on her birthday boy brother’s shoulder as she held out the razor, still with traces of pubic hair and foam, in front of the camera.

In other photos Henry, his pubic hair newly removed, was pictured being ‘dressed’ for his birthday party. As his older sister straightened Henry’s bow-tie, his younger sister was seen placing the conical party hat on Henry’s head. Henry was almost ready to meet his party guests, but before this could be done his smiling sisters tied a blindfold around their brother’s head.

Matt turned the page in front of Adrian who sat with his hands between his thighs praying no one had seen the cum-leakage.

“Whoa!!” he cried as the photo-set continued showing the blindfolded Henry being led into a room filled with friends and relatives, all clearly cheering and singing… and all, unlike Henry, fully dressed, throwing streamers over the birthday boy. “Cripes!! Imagine what that’d be like! Taken into a room full of people like that… totally nude, but blindfolded… Whad’ya say, Adrian?”

“That’d be totally embarrassing…” Adrian said as calmly as he could, trying not to sound as interested as he was in Henry’s ordeal.

Jack chipped in. He’d clearly looked through the CFNB mags before: “I wonder what it’d be like to stand nude in a room like that…” he speculated to his friends, “... blindfolded, hearing all these people, knowing they can see you totally bare naked, but not knowing who they are… that must be some sort of huge, mega embarrassment…”

“... worried he might throw a boner in front of everyone, I should think…” Peter added.

All this talk and seeing those pictures was having an unwelcome effect on Adrian. Suddenly he dropped his head down and looked at his hands cupping his nub trainer: “Shit… Shit… Shit… NO!!”

Matt, being closest, saw it first: “He’s cumming!! Adrian’s cumming!!”

Peter and Jack shot across the room to look at Adrian’s knuckles and fingers all covered in the spunk that was bubbling out between them.

“Let’s have a look!” Jack demanded.

Adrian raised his head completely distressed and on the verge of tears.

“Move your hands away… I want to see,” Peter said eagerly.

Adrian knew what this meant and began to plead: “Please, guys… I…” he stopped, looked down at himself again and muttered, “You don’t know what it’s like…”

When Adrian kept his hands clutched over the nub trainer, Matt put down the magazine and leant forward. He took hold of Adrian by the wrists, pulled Adrian’s hands away and turned them over. There in front of everyone was clear evidence that Adrian must now pay a penalty. The nub trainer chastity cage glistened with cum and in the palms of each of Adrian’s hands was a pool of spunk.

“It’s not fair!” Adrian snivelled looking back up to face his friends, “It’s not like I could help it… I didn’t get the feeling, or anything,” he bowed his head again, “It wasn’t like a proper wank…”

It was Peter’s turn to remind everyone of the rules they’d all agreed. He looked down at his distraught chum: “I’m sorry, Adrian, but your spunking up like that means an automatic suspension of wanking rights… the key has to stay in the lock-box for two days…”

“... but please, Peter…” Adrian gulped as he fought back the tears.

“I can’t help it, Adrian… you know the rules…” Peter replied with sympathy, “Cheer up… you’ll get over it, besides getting shot of all that spunk must have made you feel better…”

Adrian looked down at his cum covered hands and shook his head. Spunking up hadn’t made him feel better, it had made him feel worse as well as reminding him of how much he missed wanking… as if he needed any help with that particular thought!

“C’mon guys… let’s get cleared up,” Jack said briskly, “You too…” he added looking at Adrian.

“Another session tomorrow?” Matt enquired.

“Dunno… maybe… see how it goes,” was the noncommittal answer from Jack, “Hurry up, Adrian… my mum will be back soon.”

It spoke volumes for Adrian’s state of mind that he didn’t think twice and simply raised his cupped hands to his mouth, one after the other, to slurp up the spunk… this time at least it was his own.

Jack flung Adrian one of his own hand towels that he kept for the sole purpose of cleaning himself up after a wank. Adrian caught the towel. It wasn’t too disgusting and he managed to find enough virgin towel to wipe his face, hands and nub trainer before handing it back to Jack.

The boys trooped outside.

“Not much point in going back to my house now,” Matt said, “now Adrian’s got a penalty…”

“Guess not,” Peter agreed.

“Yes there is,” Adrian interrupted, “… my trunks… my swimming trunks…”

“Pick them up tomorrow…” Matt suggested.

Adrian’s mouth fell open. He couldn’t believe how unfeeling Matt was being: “How would you like to wear this stupid loincloth all day… in public?! I want my swimming trunks back, Matt…”

Matt teased Adrian: “But they’re only your tiny old speedos… not much different than wearing your loincloth, I’d have thought.”

Adrian gasped: “You’ve no idea…”

Peter chipped in: “Let him have his old speedos, Matt… after all he’s not got anything else to wear…”

“... apart from his loincloth,” Jack added.

“... and his Birthday Suit,” Matt couldn’t resist saying.

Adrian puffed out his cheeks ready to explode: “You think this is all a big joke… sometimes I think you’re just winding me up… having fun while I’ve got this stupid trainer thing locked on my nob… how would you like it if your nob was locked in one? You wouldn’t think it was funny then, would you?” Adrian turned his back on the boys and started to walk in the direction of his house. His day had been a disaster and now he was two whole days away from the prospect of a wank… and to judge by recent events it would be a slim prospect at that.

As they watched Adrian walk away Peter turned to Matt: “You shouldn’t have said that about his Birthday Suit…”

Jack chuckled: “It’s a thought though…”