The Shed Club (Part 4)

First of all, massive apologies for the delay in producing part 4.
Unexpected crisis with family flu all over the place.

Everyone better now, so I can respond to the last set of feedback…..

“Trainers” in the UK refer to sports footwear…..Nike, Adidas, Puma etc.


I don’t think there are any other queries, so on with Part 4.

This involves Finn, who I still see from time to time. In fact, he fixed my PC last year. He designs websites and other technical stuff that leaves me baffled. He has no idea I’m writing this, and I’ve obviously changed his name (to something even more Irish than the one he has in real life)

Lovely guy…..
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So, a refresher from Part 3…..

” Ten minutes later, I managed to release Tash and get to talk to her about what she’d seen. She’d seen just about everything, so it seemed, and although she wouldn’t admit it at the time, years later she told me that she was quite proud of his little exhibition.”………

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Part 4…..

I told Tash to make her way through next door’s garden and then come round and knock at my house, as if she was returning from her “exile”. She again asked me to swear that I would never tell anyone about her being there that time and, apart from sharing it all on the net now (most names changed for obvious reasons), I have kept that promise.



She asked if she could come round that evening, after the others had gone, and we both knew what for. I said yes but made sure she knew that not a lot would happen because my mum would be home, but we both knew that we would be able to at least have a silent little tickle whilst pretending to listen to music in my bedroom, and were both definitely up for the idea.



I kept lookout as she made her way around the end of the garden hedge, and waited for a few minutes until I was sure she’d made a succesful getaway before making my way up to the house to join the rest of the girls who were now gathered in the kitchen again, listening at the door and trying to suppress their giggles. I’d seen them all excitable in the past, but this had taken things to a whole new level of noise and silliness, and I include myself in all this girly behaviour, and blame it entirely on our age. That’s my excuse anyway.



“Where’s Jacks?”, I asked, guessing she was up to something.



“They’re all in there”, came a reply, “Arguing about who’s next”.



I joined in the communal listening through the door. It sounded like they were playing “One potato, two potato” and quickly realised that the eventual loser would be soon making his way down to the shed. Suddenly there was a knock on the back door and everyone jumped out of their skin.

I opened the door and Tash stood there all red in the face, as people tend to be when they are committing some sort of deception.



“Am I allowed in now?”, she asked all innocently. The girls all laughed and she immediately stepped inside, being straight away told the whole story about what they’d seen her brother just do. She looked suitably disgusted and made the appropriate noises when too much detail was given, not daring to give me a glance just in case someone might suspect something.

The living room door opened and Jackie looked at me quizzically, so grabbing the opportunity I went in and closed the door behind me before anyone tried to stop me.



“Who was that at the door?”, she asked, almost whispering, “is your mum home?”



I looked around the group of lads and was immediately aware that they seemed really worried. I will admit that my mum would have found it strange that the entire gang was in the house on a beautiful sunny day, but she certainly wouldn’t have thought anything more of it, after all, we were all fully dressed and there was no loud music or illicit smoking going on. Still, the lads seemed very unsettled.



“It was just Tash coming back”, I replied, glancing across at Tom who could now obviously hear her being told all about it in the next room.



A general relief swept through the boys, and I decided to hang around to see what was going on. A few coughs and a bit of shuffling later, they re-grouped and carried on with their selection process.

Stevie and Tom stayed out of the standing group, along with the youngest boy in the group who sat next to them. I quickly deterined that they had been eliminated from the “potato” process, and that Tom had not been included in the first place, for obvious reasons. He sat there avoiding eye contact with me, and to be fair, I did the same with him.

It was really strange to think that only about a quarter of an hour ago, I had witnessed him in all his glory, masturbating and cumming, probably THE most private and intimate of acts, and it now felt quite surreal to be alongside him so soon after, all fully dressed and trying to act all normal.



I looked across at the three lads now resuming the game and tried not to show my excitement too much, owing to the fact that one of them was Mark, the boy who I fancied like mad.