Date: Wed, 08 Apr 2015 09:27:06 +0100
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: LabTechnician Chap 14

The Lab Technician

Authors note: Usual caveats and warning apply, read this at your own risk,
no representation of any person, animal, vegetable or mineral intended
although if you do find yourself somewhere in this story with any of the
aforementioned just think yourself very, very lucky!

As ever comments, suggestions, good bad or indifferent always welcome.

Tom
email: amias09@fastmail.fm

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Chapter 14 – Beware, unexploded bomb


Friday morning dawned, the sun shone, the birds happily tweeted their
morning chorus and doubtless in a perfect world all things would be bright
and beautiful.

"Why don't them fucking birds shut up!" said Mark to himself.

Rolling over in bed he reached out and grabbed at the alarm clock balanced
on the unpacked cardboard box which was serving a bedside table between the
two beds.

"Fucking birds! Oh fuck, it's only seven o'fucking clock!"

The noise of the bedclothes rustling in the other bed was a constant
reminder that he wasn't alone, Alfie was also in residence. Mark froze and
just lay there listening for sounds that his brother might be awake, his
hand already pushing down to the fly of his pyjamas hoping to do what it
did every morning. His original intention had been to get up, lock himself
in the bathroom to have a good old fashioned wank in the basin, but then
decided it was so much nicer to stay in his warm bed. Besides having
listened and watched for signs of life for several minutes he was now
pretty sure that Alfie was asleep.

It had been difficult enough attending to matters the previous evening at
bedtime when trying to time his bathroom visit in between those of the rest
of the family. Unsatisfactorily it had culminated with him ejaculating into
the basin whilst his mother was actually knocking on the door and saying
she wanted to have a bath. Not only that, he had then to run the gauntlet
of returning to the bedroom whilst trying to conceal his organ in his
pyjamas and to fend off Alfie's inquisitive looks.

However, that had been to the previous evening and it was now another day
as the joyous birdsong had reminded him. Thus having convinced himself that
Alfie was still deeply asleep it seemed to be the perfect opportunity to
indulge in a long, slow session to while away the time before he had to get
up and start unpacking again.

The first step towards sexual fulfilment was to get out of his pyjama
trousers. With neither noise nor any signs of life from the adjacent bed be
began to gradually push them down to his knees taking the opportunity to
tantalisingly slide his foreskin back and forth a couple of times as he did
so. That accomplished the next stage was very simple, it was to masturbate
as slowly and as quietly as possible, in short to prolong the pleasure as
long as he possibly could.

It was almost something of a minor miracle itself that on glancing towards
the alarm clock he found to his surprise he had managed nearly twenty
minutes without ejaculating, things were more than a little sticky, but no
major discharge. A minor miracle indeed, since for him the act was usually
over in less than a couple of minutes. However, the downside of protracting
matters well in excess of his usual timescale was that he naturally found
himself constantly on the edge of ejaculating.

Of course, the more he lost himself in his fantasy world beneath the
bedclothes, the more detached he became from the immediate reality of his
surroundings. Positively weeping precum his cock was on what might be
described as a pubic hair trigger! Extremely sensitive to the touch and
rather slimy so that his hand was beginning to make a noise rather familiar
to most boys as it moved up and down the shaft taking the foreskin with it.

After the most enlightening talk with his father, Alfie was understandably
quite peeved with Sophie who's actions seemed solely designed to embarrass
him, whereas Mark's comments were not spiteful and only meant as a
joke. Now though, it was his turn to have a joke at Mark's expense.

Lying face down in the adjacent bed with both hands underneath squeezing
his own appendage Alfie was listening. Having been awake since first light
he had patiently waited for signs of activity from his brother's bed, now
it seemed from the various noises he was going to be truly rewarded. The
faint squishy sounds emanating from beneath Mark's bedclothes were quite
unmistakable, straining his ears Alfie was sure that the tempo was picking
up and that the point of ejaculation must be rapidly approaching.

In the excitement, every passing second Mark that edged nearer his climax
meant his actions became all the more unguarded, as confirmed by Alfie's
perception of the increased level of sounds and movements testified. For
Alfie to spring his trap, his timing had to be stroke perfect, since he
wanted to catch Mark at the point of ejaculation. He gave it a few seconds
more, the rustling sounds of the bedclothes along with Mark's breathing
were becoming frenetic. The activity was definitely building to a climax
when it suddenly stopped, barely a second later it recommenced to be
instantly followed an audible groan and an absolute frenzy of frictional
activity beneath the bedclothes.

There was no doubt that Mark's moment had come, as indeed had Alfie's who's
timing in this instance was to use a slang expression, cock-on.

Abruptly sitting up with one hand clasping his cock beneath the bedclothes
and the other pointing a shaky finger at Mark he exclaimed. "You'll go
blind doing that!"

Shocked. Embarrassed. Mortified. Mark didn't know what to do.

Nor, how to stop the deluge of spunk that was still being released from his
cock after it had been so lovingly primed for the previous twenty
minutes. How could he ever live with the shame of being caught sticky
handed on the very first night of sharing the bedroom with his younger
brother, it was unthinkable

Genuinely surprised at his success Alfie was now hoping to see more of what
Mark was actually doing deep in the bedclothes. Giggling uncontrollably he
began masturbating himself in his pyjamas whilst watching Mark wriggling
around in what appeared to be a doomed attempt to prevent his cock from
spewing out yet more semen over the clean sheets.

If that were not enough, in the excitement Alfie had all but forgotten the
other part of his master plan, which he had originally thought would have
taken effect when Mark first went to bed. But, for whatever reason it
didn't and now lurked, hidden rather like an unexploded bomb able to
detonate at any time. Mark's gyrations were the fuse and it was an
incredibly short fuse at that.

Crash! Bang!

Triggered by Marks movements and courtesy of Alfie, the footboard of the
bed fell with an almighty bang onto the floor, leaving the side rails and
mattress suspended for a split second in mid air supported only by the
headboard. The mattress and Mark descended between the side rails amid a
clattering of bed slats to rest in a cloud of dust on the floor. Sat in the
middle, almost as though he were on a magic carpet was Mark clutching at
the semen soaked bedding. Open mouthed in horror he looked wildly around
unable to grasp what had happened in so short a space of time.

Predicably Alfie was hysterical with laughter.

"What the hells going on in here?" exclaimed Jim throwing open the door,
still in the throes of putting on his dressing gown he was quickly followed
by Alison. They both looked in amazement at Mark sat on the floor
surrounded by what remained of his bed.

"What?" gasped Alison in amazement. "What!"

"Wot's happened?" next on the scene was Sophie only too keen to catch sight
of one of the boys, preferably in a delicate situation. She was not to be
disappointed.

"Mark are you hurt? Come on, get up and let's sort this out." Jim stepped
over the remnants of the bed and started to pull him to his feet.

"No! No!" suddenly shrieked Mark on realising that his pyjama trousers were
buried somewhere in the tangle of sperm impregnated bedding.

"Don't be silly, we need to get this sorted out."

Too late. Sophie's eyes were already on stalks staring at his far from
flaccid organ, the foreskin fully retracted to expose a glistening purple
head, replete with a large shimmering blob of spunk clinging onto the end.

"Oh my god look at him!" cried Alison on seeing his much rubbed appendage
waving immediately before her through his unfastened pyjama jacket.

Naturally Alfie, also took the opportunity for a really good look and
wondered if his cock would ever get that big. Big of course being a
relative term since even five inches plus foreskin looked pretty enormous
to him in the half light.

Being at shoulder height, Jim was still unaware of what was on display and
continued supporting Mark, who's legs strangely now seemed to be rather
weak and intent on collapsing under his weight. Alison bent down to grab a
sheet to cover his vital parts only to instantly throw it back on the floor
and then look at her hands.

"Whatever's on this! Oh Mark! Oh my god! It's disgusting! Jim you'll have
to do it!"

That was predictably the end of Sophie's viewing, being forcibly propelled
by her mother out of the room, the door was slammed behind them and she
unhappily hustled back into her own room.

If Alfie had felt embarrassed with Sophie hounding him, those feelings were
truly eclipsed by how Mark felt.

"Alfie, now shut up and stop laughing or you can go out as well." said Jim
curtly.

"Sorry..." spluttered Alfie, quite obviously not sorry in the least and
only finally managing to remain silent by stuffing his mouth full of
bedsheet.

"And you Mark... whatever happened.." he stopped dead on finally seeing
what everybody already had, "oh no, oh bloody hell, oh you poor kid!"

Mark was understandably a glorious shade of red, his eyes tightly
closed. Streaks of sperm covering his stomach and legs, with shaking hands
he was trying to hide his dripping, flagging cock from view.

"We need to cover you up." Jim just couldn't get angry as he felt so sorry
for Mark, although that said the situation was too surreal to be true.

"Dad... they gone?" whispered Mark without opening his eyes.

"Yes, there's only me and Alfie here. Now face the wall, so we can't see,"
replied Jim quietly, pushing the sheet into his hands, "then wipe that
stuff off with this sheet and get your pyjama trousers back on."

Leaving Mark to his own devices he bent down he looked at the remains of
the bed, then turned to Alfie. "Looks like you didn't get this one quite
right then? I can't see the screws that hold the footboard on.. are they
missing?"

"Oh dad, oh... oh.. uumm... I, oh I, I must have done it wrong then." Alfie
flushed, knowing full well that telling an untruth with any confidence was
not his forte. Besides which, at the height of the fiasco there had
appeared a mysterious sticky patch on the front of his pyjama trousers.

"Yes, I think you did something wrong." replied Jim looking over to him and
from his look instantly picking up on the fact all was not as it should
be. "Certainly looks like they're missing, can't see them on the floor or
anywhere."

"Uumm..." Alfie looked even more guilty.

If it were sabotage on Alfie's part then it had to said that it had been
beautifully executed. And, if the end result were specifically designed to
catch Mark doing exactly what he never wanted to be caught doing and had
been ragging Alfie about, Jim concluded he would never know the actual
truth. But, he had a damn good idea!

"Uumm.. indeed." Jim gave Alfie a quizzical look.

Alfie gulped and managed to look even more guilty than before.

"Well, I think we'd better keep you away from beds in the future then,
don't you?"

Coupled with Mark's conversation earlier the situation did have a certain
irony. Unable to contain himself he finally broke into a grin and pointed a
finger at Alfie who immediately realising the game was up started to choke
with laughter and disappeared beneath the bedclothes in an attempt to
muffle the sound and spread the sticky goodness over his stomach.



With the prospect of Adam's slightly plump, pink bottom being on offer
later that morning, Martin had been tossing and turning all night. Not only
had he had to contend with Adam starring in some quite disgusting anal
fantasies and endure a constant erection, but at around four in the morning
he had awoken to discover he had thoroughly embarrassed himself. Previous
experience should have told him it would be a grave mistake to resist
relieving testicular pressure in the evening, knowing that he couldn't do
so in the morning. Thus retiring to bed with a head full of fantasies,
testicles brimming with spunk and a raging erection could only lead to one
thing, a severe humping of the mattress and an involuntary nightime
emission!

It must have been nearly three years since his last wet dream which was
induced by the constraints of personal space imposed by a family camping
holiday. On this occasion though, the modest squirt in the sleeping bag was
totally surpassed by a truly gigantic wet spot right in the middle of the
bottom sheet. Being asleep when it happened and subconsciously supposing it
to be part of his fantasy, it wasn't until the next morning he realised
what had happened.

The clue was that the bed smelt a little odd and that he appeared to be
lying on a slightly damp patch. Shocked and praying that he was wrong, he
sat bolt upright afraid to look beneath the covers, desperately afraid that
what he thought had been a pleasantly erotic dream had in fact turned into
a wet dream. In one movement he swung his legs over the edge of the bed,
stood up not really wishing to look down squinted out of the corner of his
eye. It was not good, there was a stain of such proportions it would do
justice to a masturbatory elephant, presumably another reason why they had
long trunks. Elephants or not, the sight of it immediately brought on
thoughts of invoking his mothers overriding fanaticism where dazzling white
laundry was concerned. It was just too much to even contemplate.

"Oh fucking hell!" was all he could utter.

Sitting heavily down on the edge of the bed in despair, memories of when he
had first started masturbating and wasn't particular where he shot his seed
started reappearing. Back then he had been comprehensively humiliated and
reduced to tears by his mother who had told him in no uncertain terms he
shouldn't even be doing it at all, let alone regularly making a mess in his
white briefs or heaven forbid, over her equally brilliant white
sheets. Since then he had studiously avoided the bedclothes if at all
possible, but now history was repeating itself. Having had a few hours to
more or less dry, the edge of stain was taking on it's usual characteristic
of darkened edge just to rather vindictively highlight the fact it was
there.

In the next room Andy's bed was empty, he too had had a rather disturbed
night and got up early to try to assuage whatever it was that was still
causing his bottom to hurt. Very sadly, the situation was not helped at all
helped by the fact life had to go on and the human body had vital functions
to address. In short, attending to his ablutions had been such absolute
agony the point was reached where they brought a tear to his eye, now
sitting in the bath he hoped the warm water might at least reduce the pain
to it's previous level. In any event, he would at least be able to offer
the doctor a very clean bottom to look at!



As agreed between Alfie and his father, the real truth behind the demise of
Mark's bed was destined to remain a secret. All Mark knew was that it had
collapsed and enabled a display of his boyhood that the entire family had
seen, he just hoped they were unaware of his brothers embarrassing
accusation, which whilst niggling was what exactly what he would have done
if he were in Alfie's situation anyway. In fact he was more annoyed with
himself for being unable to resist the pleasures of the flesh, knowing that
sharing the bedroom was fraught with danger with a high probability of
being caught in the act anyway.

As it was, Alfie had wisely left the rebuilding of the bed to their father
and was avoiding Mark to a certain degree knowing at some time Mark would
eventually extract his revenge for being embarrassed. However, the way Mark
was currently behaving had lulled Alfie into thinking he had been forgiven
already, not least because they were having to continue sharing the
bedroom.

Sophie on the other hand was far from calm and virtually floating around
the house on a pink cloud of hormones, not to say constant secretions
having seen all that Mark could offer. The sight of his gooey erection had
pushed her over the edge from girl on girl sex to the possibilities of boy
sex. Sat on her bed facing away from the door with one hand pressed against
her mound, her pink panties were once again distinctly rather
moist. Somehow she had to work out a plan whereby she could receive some
hands-on tuition in boy type masturbation, which she correctly imagined was
happening nightly in the adjacent bedroom to hers. The gist of her plan was
very simple, with her theoretical blackmail hold over Alfie about telling
their mother of his masturbation, it was to be his cock, even if it were a
little on the small side, that was to be the subject of her education.

Since Alfie was trying to avoid his brother, he had been wandering
aimlessly around the house, having first explored the rear garden he had
moved to the front garden and was swinging on the gate looking up and down
the road. Bored and about risk returning inside he noticed a young man with
a rather awkward walk coming out of a house a few doors down. Carrying a
watering can he approached the elderly Morris Minor that was parked in the
road, unlocked it he then went around to open the bonnet.

Being of a very practical nature and knowing a thing or two about cars,
before Andy could even say the fatal words `my bum hurts', he found he had
unwittingly just adopted new assistant.

"Wot you gonna to do it then?" enquired Alfie peering knowledgeably inside
the bonnet.

"Wot?" said Andy who had been taken by surprise at the speed of Alfie's
arrival.

"Well, wot you gonna do to it?"

"Check there's water in it, the rad weeps a bit." replied Andy without
thinking. "But who, who are you..."

"You need some of that Radweld stuff." interrupted Alfie pointing to the
rusty seam around the header tank. "See it's leaking. Me uncle Dave had to
get some of that."

"It's already got Radweld in it." Andy looked down Alfie. "Hang on, who are
you?"

"We just moved in," Alfie pointed a grubby finger vaguely up the road, "up
there."

"Oh.. that one, few doors up, the one that's been for sale?" Andy looked
round the side of the bonnet and up the pavement. "Right, oh I see, the
signs gone now."

"Yeah, me dads got a new job here so we've all moved."

"Wot's he do?"

"I dunno." replied Alfie adding helpfully. "Office or something I think. I
dunno!"

"Right." Andy watched with some amusement as Alfie appeared to try to get
his head entirely inside the bonnet. "You like cars then?"

"Yeah, I could help you take it apart if you wanted!"

"But it doesn't need taking apart!"

"But we could!" he replied citing twelve year logic.

"But we're not!" Andy grinned. "Luckily."

"It is your car, it's not yer dads or anything then?"

"Yeah, course it's mine. Why?"

"You don't look old enough to drive!"

"You cheeky little sod!"

Andy couldn't help smiling as he took stock of his small new companion, who
it seemed had already decided to embrace him as a friend and was certainly
not afraid of offering his considered opinion on anybody or anything.

"Well, maybe you is old enough!" Alfie looked up grinning. "Wot's yer name
then?"

"Andy, so wot's your's?" to be interrogated by a very confident twelve year
old with a sense of humour was quite entertaining in itself.

"Alfie." he grinned again. "D'you think now we're friends I can help you
mend it when it breaks down, see I loves cars."

"Hhmm.. I can see that. I haven't really thought about that, but I `spose
so."

"Cor, really? You got proper spanners and all that stuff then?"

"Yeah, course."

"So you could help mend me bike as well then?"

"Dunno," time to slightly distance himself, "why is it broken?"

"Not yet, but it will be sometime won't it? We could do it together."

"OK. Maybe." Andy smiled, Alfie certainly had charisma by the bucket load.

"You got a gert socket set as well? I want to use one of them."

"Yeah, best thing ever."

"Cor. Wot else you got?"

Silence. At this point Andy discovered all thoughts of mechanical
engineering were being rapidly subverted by Alfie, who without thinking had
now plunged a hand into his blue shorts to wrestle with something deep
inside his pocket. Sadly, the spell was now broken, Andy regarding the
innocent conversation to be now infiltrated by sexual innuendo. Why had
everything around him eventually to be associated with boy sex in some form
or another? For a moment it was as if he was back at work playing with
himself under his white lab coat whilst lusting after the second and third
formers, only this time it was on his very own doorstep.

"Wot other tools you got then?"

Having repeated his question Alfie looked up to see why Andy hadn't
replied, only to realise his far from subtle pocket manipulations were
being observed.

"You wot!" Andy came back to planet earth with a bang and looked blankly at
Alfie.

"Me pants is all twisted!" Alfie blushed and withdrew his hand leaving a
discernable lump in the front of his shorts.

"Reckon they' look twisted now!"

Andy smiled, hoping he sounded normal, although knowing something was
already stirring in his jeans. Why couldn't he control himself, where boys
were concerned, first Adam and now the younger Alfie as well. At least he
was seeing Tim in an hour or so and could only hope he would understood the
mental anguish and advise him how to cope with it.

"And, they're a bit tight!" replied Alfie perfectly innocently, the fact he
had been squeezing the head of his cock and given himself an erection
whilst adjusting the elastic was actually just sheer coincidence. "They're
dark blue."

"You'll go blind playing with that!"

Andy didn't know why he said it, but realised straight away it wasn't
really very appropriate seeing as he had only just met the boy. And, then
to his horror found himself asking equally inappropriately. "Dark blue
pants?"

Accompanied by an embarrassed bout of giggling Alfie's face went a deeper
red, he looked down at his shorts then coyly up to catch Andy's eye. "Bet
you do it as well!"

"Do wot? Oh, as well... as you!" echoed Andy now really blushing
himself. "Hhmm.."

"Anyway, me dad says it won't make you blind, that's just an old joke."

Andy swallowed, what had he started. Under any other circumstances he would
have loved to have prolonged the conversation. Tempted as he was, the
moment was definitely not right for an in-depth conversation about
masturbation with an appealing twelve year old boy in the middle of the
road.

"It's alright, `cause now we know as we both does it, I won't tell on you
if you won't tell on me!" spluttered Alfie before dissolving into a fit of
giggling. "D'you do it a lot then?"

It was no good, Andy started to laugh as well realising he'd dug a hole for
Alfie to fall into and ended up falling into it himself. Trying to put all
thoughts of sexual involvement out of his mind he kept telling himself the
situation simply revolved around Alfie's naive sense of twelve year old
humour and there was no intended sexual metaphor, at least on Alfie's
part. Or was there?

"Who's yer new mate then?"

"Wot!"

Both Andy and Alfie turned to see Martin on the pavement leaning on his
bike, his timely intervention freeing Andy from answering Alfie's leading
question.

"Oh.. he's uumm.. Alfie," said Andy, "he's moved into that house that's
just been sold a few doors up."

"Is he yer brother then?" asked Alfie looking Martin up and down.

"Yeah, it's Martin." said Andy.

"I gotta brother as well. He's nearly uumm.. fifteen or is it sixteen?"

"Sounds like the same as me." said Martin. "Wot's his name then?"

"Mark." replied Alfie staring at the front of Martin's jeans, which since
he was on his way to Adam's house, looked full to bursting.

"So what school you two going to then?" asked Martin quickly, feeling that
Alfie's gaze was being focused on something it shouldn't.

"Grammar school innit, so mum says."

"Which one, there are two?" asked Martin. "There's the County and the City
one."

"I dunno." Alfie shrugged his shoulders, plainly not that keen on the idea
of a new school. "We're going together, me and Mark."

"Oh, might be the City one that I go to then." Martin smiled. "It's alright
if it is."

"That'll be nice, least I'd know somebody then." Alfie looked a little, if
not a lot happier. "You'd better meet Mark then I `spose."

"Yeah, look I gotta go out now, but maybe later on this afternoon or
something."

"You going to... to.. see Adam?" asked Andy quietly.

Martin nodded and grinned.

"And, I gotta older sister." said Alfie before Andy could reply.

"A sister?" Martin currently fixated with Adam showed a partially interest,
but not desperately so. "How old's she then?"

"Fourteen," Alfie scowled, "and she's a right little cow!"

"You get on well then?" Martin grinned as he pushed his bike into the road.

"Nah! She's horrible!" replied Alfie watching Martin cycle off before
adding. "I `spose you likes girls?"

"Uumm.. oh, yeah uumm... course." Andy flushed. "You don't then?"

"Nah, not if they're all like her!"

"Did you say dark blue?"

Andy knew he shouldn't be returning to the subject having already allowed
it to quietly drop, let alone pursue it again. On the other hand, he'd
taken a shine to Alfie who had answered every question with a trusting
innocence. And, then there was that bucket of charisma, which is exactly
what Alfie thought Andy also possessed!

"Yeah, why?"

"Just wondered." Andy cursed himself for ever raising the subject again.

"Wot colour you got then?" Alfie looked at him inquisitively.

"Uumm.. white.. I think." said Andy quietly, knowing there was no thinking
about it.

"Bet it's them gert baggy Y-front things then!" Alfie giggled. "We all had
them till our mum bought us these."

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Chap 15 to follow