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William turned back towards us to see what we were talking about. He looked at Rob's crotch which now tented outwards at an angle of forty-five degrees. The hardening cock inside the farmer's underwear was now clearly visible as it strained to rise upwards and lengthen outwards against the white material.

William smiled and I saw that his own cock looked significantly longer than it had just seconds before. It had appeared small and shriveled when he'd climbed into the shower, an inconspicuous two-inch mushroom dwarfed by his bushy red pubic hair and his large, round ball sac. But now it hung down over his balls, four or five inches in length, still limp but clearly developing steadily.

Both Rob and I stared at him and he saw what we were looking at.

He continued rinsing his hair and back in the stream of water, and peered down at his cock. He muttered, "You guys talking about my body has had an effect on me too..."

His cock began to rise upwards from his balls, lengthening to six inches and thickening slowly.

Rob laughed, "Come on, William... admit it... you're getting turned on by the sight of the two of us standing here in our skimpies..."

William looked at him and smiled. He muttered, gazing intently into Rob's eyes, "Well... maybe that's half true..."

Rob chuckled and William got out of the shower, grabbing a towel to conceal his developing erection as quickly as he could.

Rob gestured me in but I demurred. I said, "You first, mate... it's your shower... unless you'd be embarrassed by showing us your stiffie...?"

Rob immediately pulled his briefs down, shrugging and saying, "Like I said, it's natural... I've no worries about that..."

His cock bobbed upward, thick and stiff and pointing outwards from his body at a right angle. It was six or seven inches long with a bulbous red head.

Now, as Rob stepped under the running water, it was William's turn to be mesmerized. While Rob rinsed the slurry from his hair and washed his face and body, William just stared at him; in particular, at the thick, stiff pole rising from between his legs.William continued drying himself and called over to Rob, "So you think it's natural for guys to get aroused when they see something they find attractive?"

Rob looked over at him, his eyes wincing beneath the pouring water from the shower. He nodded. "Yeah... of course..."

William nodded. He muttered, "Yeah. I do too." His back was towards me, the towel wrapped around his waist and lower abdomen, but it was obvious that he pulled the front of his towel open, giving Rob a flash of his cock.

Although I couldn't see it, it's appearance was made clear by the broad grin that appeared on Rob's face and by the lurch upwards that Rob's own cock made.

Nothing else happened in the bathroom that day. William pulled his briefs back on, with some difficulty, concealing the state of his cock from me by continually turning his back to me. Rob continued showering with his own erection raging unashamedly until a sharp knock at the door from his wife, depositing the clean clothes for us all on the landing, caused it to wither and die almost instantly. Perhaps that was the effect she always had on him; perhaps that was the reason for his developing interest in William.

I guess the two of them started - how shall I put it - exploring the physical side of their relationship sometime between that afternoon in the bathroom and the following Sunday. I don't actually know how it started - like I said, I let them go off on their own as much as much as I could - but I imagine it was pretty soon after the teasing conversation that had gone on while they were showering.

I suspect that, after I'd gone home that day and William had stayed on to do a bit of "overtime" (ironic chuckle), the two of them had driven off in Rob's Landrover and they'd had their first tentative gropes in some secluded layby.

But I don't know that for sure.

I just know that the next day was business as usual - that is, me doing the work and those too canoodling around like a couple of love-smitten rabbits - with me noticing a few more private jokes than usual and odd serious-sounding whispered comments being exchanged when they thought I was out of earshot.

In fact, I didn't notice anything concrete going on between them until the last day on which the three of us worked together. "The three of us worked together" - I know - it makes me laugh, too!

It was Sunday morning - the last day of the October half term - and we'd planned to have an early start to pick some mushrooms. There's a small woodland near to Rob's farm and he said he knew a small dell where wild mushrooms grow during the cool, humid Autumn nights. He said he could reliably identify the edible ones from the more potent species. It's important to be early, though, for as soon as the warm sunrays hit them, they dry out and collapse.

I'd agreed to go along, even though it meant getting up at five in the morning, because it sounded like I might find out, indirectly and inadvertently of course, which mushrooms had hallucinogenic properties. I knew I couldn't pick any there and then, but I could always return at a later date, couldn't I...?

William went along because - well, you can guess why William went along...

We turned up at the farmhouse at about a quarter to six, expecting Rob to be awake and ready for us. The house was in darkness, though.

I muttered, my voice still sounding a little croaky from the early start, "That's typical - he goes on about us getting our arses here on time, and then he goes and has a lie-in. Now it looks like we've got to wake the whole house up..."

William shook his head. "No we don't... they hang a spare key above the back door..."

I didn't ask how he knew that.

I said, "Well, we'll have to wake his missus up when we wake him... there's no way we can avoid that..."

Again, William dismissed that. "He sleeps on a camp-bed in the living room when he has an early start... so as not to disturb her..."

I smiled, wondering how many early starts Rob had been claiming to have this week so that he could entertain William in the living room in the small hours.

We walked down the hallway to the living room door but, before I could put the light on, William stopped me in the doorway. He was looking into the room, giggling. Then he turned to me and whispered, "He's still sleeping..."

"So?"

He giggled again. "His knob's out..."

I shrugged incredulously and repeated, "So?"

He kept grinning. "So... it's funny..."

He let me look into the room and there was Rob, dimly lit from the light in the hallway, fast asleep on the camp- bed with the bed sheets pushed away from him. His boxer shorts were unbuttoned and pulled open, revealing his soft, limp cock and loose saggy balls in all their glory. Perhaps his underwear had come open in his sleep, or - more likely, given that he was still holding onto the television remote control - he'd enjoyed a little fun with his right hand and his video recorder last thing last night.

William walked over to him and I thought he was going to wake him up. But he just stood staring at him, especially at his cock, and then looked up at me, grinning more broadly.

He said, "Do you reckon we could get him hard in his sleep?"

I shrugged again. "I dunno... d'you wanna try?"

He giggled slightly. "It'd be funny..."

I couldn't see how exactly, but I nodded anyway. His reaction to what was, in my experience of waking my mates up, a not-exactly-unusual occurrence, was kind of intriguing.

He said, "D'you wanna give it a go?"

I shook my head. "Naah... my hand's too cold... it'd make it go softer..." Then I paused and casually added, "Why don't you have a go?"

He looked a little apprehensive; like this might be going a step too far. We were both aware that we'd be back in class tomorrow, among our regular friends, and talk of William and his farmer friend might spread quickly.