Date: Wed, 29 Jul 2015 10:10:15 +0100 From: tom Subject: Lab Technician Chapter 23 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 all comments, ideas, suggestions, good bad or indifferent always welcome. Tom email: amias09@fastmail.fm ####################################################################### Chapter 23 – All aboard It had taken until the Thursday before Andy had showed signs of behaving in a more normal manner, even his limp was on the verge of disappearing thanks to the three applications per day of the magic bum cream. Naturally though, he was still very much obsessed with boys and that morning was to be no exception. "Dad says we can have a lift to school." Andy turned round to see Mark and Alfie heading towards him along the pavement, caught unawares he wasn't really mentally geared up for seeing the boys at close quarters so early. "Oh, well I `spose so... better get going then." "I'm getting in the front." said Alfie pushing Mark to one side and walking towards the car. "Who said so?" replied Mark trying to grab him but missing. Despite his reservations Andy could already see that with such latent internecine strife the journey might more than a little entertaining, he smiled and unlocked the car. "Well you'd better fight it out quick or I'm off without you!" "I'm coming in the front, that's alright innit Andy?" Alfie quickly headed round to the passenger door. "I don't care, you sort it out between you I'm not getting involved, just be quick!" "I wouldn't worry too much," said Mark to Andy, "if he does cum he don't make much mess anyway!" "Oh very good!" Andy laughed. "Piss off Mark, you don't know everything!" exclaimed Alfie angrily, not wishing his minimal sperm production be impugned in vain. "I `spose you two could always toss for it!" Andy grinned as he held the door for Mark to climb in the back seat. "He already has!" said Alfie turning to stab an accusatory finger back towards Mark, "I heard him while I was outside the bathroom, he was doing it in there for hours!" "You little fucker, you was fucking listening!" snapped Mark, his blue blazer contrasting nicely with his red face. "You fucking shut up or I'll pull your fucking head off!" "Piss off!" Alfie ducked the swinging hand. It was quite true that Mark had been in the bathroom for a long time, but it wasn't all for pleasures of the flesh. Having seen the state of his dark blue briefs after the previous evenings accidental copious infusion of semen, they looked just as though they had indeed had a copious infusion of semen which had dried overnight. It would be suicidal to put them in the laundry basket as the enormous stain was totally unmissable and be bound to draw a comment from his mother. Hence, using a generous squirt of suitably fragrant hair shampoo he had endeavoured to wash them in the basin he had just ejaculated in! Washing wasn't his forte and the wet briefs were finally slung under his bed in disgust, the hope being they would dry during the day and then be clean enough to be put in the family wash. "That got you didn't it?" crowed Alfie leaning forward to avoid any further blows. Andy was laughing as he started the engine, maybe the journey wouldn't be so bad after all particularly if the conversation was to centre on such interesting topics. "I'll stuff yer fucking head up yer fucking bottom unless you fucking shuts up!" retorted Mark. "Anyway you was at it last night, `cause yer bed squeaks too much!" "Piss off!" now Alfie was going red. "So you've both done it then." said Andy picking up the conversation as though there was nothing unusual about the content at all. "I reckon, if we hadn't had that chat about it in the garden last week when Mart had cum in his jeans, you two wouldn't be saying anything at all, am I right?" "Maybe." mumbled Mark, knowing it was the truth. Since that conversation he had found himself able to talk about the subject, although still objected to being so easily embarrassed by Alfie. "Alfie?" said Andy, finding himself in a position of moderator. "D'you agree?" "Yeah, I `spose." "Good. So wot exciting lessons have you got today?" "He's going to wanking classes to learn to do it quietly!" said Mark laughing. "Just piss off!" replied Alfie angrily. Andy smiled and continued driving whilst listening to the colourful conversation between the brothers, who it seemed were thoroughly enjoying slinging insults at each other. The drive generally took about twenty minutes and it was the last long uphill section to the school that Andy always looked forward to and enjoyed the most. With many boys cycling to school for Andy it had now become a habit to hang back behind the cyclists whilst giving way to traffic coming down in the other direction. That gave him the perfect opportunity to inspect the bottoms of the cyclists and play spot the underpants against their tight grey school trousers as they laboured up the hill. Of course, it being the summer term, some boys had stowed their blazers in their bags which gave the added bonus of the ubiquitous white of their briefs showing through a tightly stretched white shirt. Invariably a few stood up to pedal which made it even more exciting since very often the shirt would be pulled from the top of their trousers to fully expose the top of their underpants. Quite what it was that made it such an incredible turn Andy could never understand. Possibly a combination of voyeurism, coupled with memories of ejaculation after a thorough inspection of his classmates underwear when left alone in the school changing rooms. Whatever it was, it was an incredibly powerful sexual stimulant. "Cor, look at him," exclaimed Alfie suddenly pointing through the windscreen, "his pants is so big we could all get in 'em!" "Not with you I fucking ain't!" replied Mark leaning forward over the seat to peer out the windscreen. "Who d'you mean then? Wot him?" "Yeah him! Look!" Alfie pointed to what looked like a third or fourth year blazer-less boy pedalling hard up the hill. "Look, where his shirt's gone all tight on his back you can see the gert white elastic of his pants, it's halfway up his back!" "Yeah right." agreed Andy, trying not to appear excited at the sight, nevertheless very impressed at Alfie's sharp eye and definite interest in the subject. "D'you look at a lot of pants then Alfie?" "Sometimes." he blushed and deflected any further questions by adding. "He must feel a right twit having to wear them old white things." "Looks like he's gonna stand up and pedal now." said Mark, also very interested in the subject and similarly not really wishing to admit it. "Don't think they're old `cause they're too white, they looks quite new." "Oh yeah, could be." Andy knew he was getting an erection, Alfie sat next to him didn't help. "So do his trousers, look at them sharp creases." "Look he's standing up!" cried Alfie watching as the boy finally stood up to pedal. "Oh shit, his trousers nearly fell down then!" Mark stared ahead. "His shirts pulled out now!" Andy's eyes were glued to the flapping white shirt tail and the newly exposed vast expanse of brilliant white ribbed cotton that disappeared well up inside the shirt. "He's got new pants and new trousers!" announced Alfie triumphantly. "Look his pants is shining white and his trousers is all new and got gert sharp creases in 'em!" "Pity they're too big, `cause the poor sod's gonna loose his trousers at this rate!" Mark, was positively drinking up the sight of the flapping shirt exposing at least six inches of traditionally cut Y-fronts, the sagging trousers were plainly new and far too large. "Poor bugger, his mum must have bought the wrong sizes." said Andy doing his best to imprint the sight in his memory for use later that evening. "Well we'd better get past him while nothing's coming down the hill." "Reckon his trousers will stay up!" Alfie stared and giggled as they overtook. "Dunno, but he ain't gonna have an easy time at school if they're that big is he?" concluded Mark. "They'll fall down if he runs." Having overtaken the bicycle Andy glanced in the mirror before pulling back in, moments later took a second look and blinked. The boy had NHS glasses on, it was the third year boy who invariably played with himself and was the one that Andy regularly fantasised over, his mother must have finally bought him a new uniform. In school that morning Andy was just returning from an errand to the office when he saw the queue of boys in the corridor waiting for the teacher to open one of the classrooms for the first lesson after the morning break. Automatically he slowed his walk to take in the sight of some twenty odd third-year boys, being of that age it was mandatory to possess an erection and a hand in the pocket to keep it company. And, who should be near the front, but the fair haired boy with the NHS glasses! Recalling what he had seen earlier Andy slowed to a virtual crawl and pretended to look for something in his coat pocket as he passed. Carefully observing everything from the corner of his eye whilst knowing his cock was rapidly hardening, it was almost to good to be true. Now almost within touching distance he looked at the new trousers, definitely too big they were all rucked up around the boys ankles. Andy couldn't really believe what he was seeing as the boys hands were fully occupied alternating between having to keep pulling the trousers back up and playing with himself thorough a pocket. If that wasn't enough, the boy suddenly appeared to notice Andy and remove both hands allowing the trousers to sag down his buttocks. Immediately he bent over to rummage in his school bag putting the brilliant white ribbing of the new briefs only inches from Andy's face, he nearly came on the spot! "Well Friday it is then Sir." "It most certainly is boy, and you're likely to get a thrashing you won't forget." "I shall look forward to it." "It will be my pleasure." "I'm sure it will." Tim smiled. "But now, I'd better go and greet the hordes from the first year." "Well, just you think about what's you've got in store tomorrow evening." Peter rubbed his hands in glee. "Must say I'm looking forward to it, I'm so pleased we met." "Me too." Tim was about to move over to the door when it opened and Andy appeared grinning all over his face "You alright, you look a lot happier." asked Tim "I didn't see you yesterday I was so busy. "Yeah, lot better." Andy looked at Peter. "Pete's been helping and talking me through it and, and.. well I'm so sorry I messed up with that boy on Monday." "It was one hell of a day for all of us though wasn't it, meeting like that really." "Right, I didn't expect to see you here Tim!" Peter smiled. "A big shock." "No, nor you," Tim looked at his watch, "I've got to go, I'll see you two later." "He's really nice isn't he?" said Andy watching the door close behind him. "Yeah, we get on very well." "Wot you mean.." Andy stopped, "wot like.. like you and him? I thought so, but didn't wanna ask earlier." "Sort of, but you've got to remember I said we'd met before he ever came here." "Yeah, I know, just seems a bit sort strange that's all, the two of you here and him knowing me as well." "Well, that's life, we'll see what happens." Peter suddenly had a thought. "Andy, you don't mind do you, I mean him and me? Be honest." He thought for a few moments "Not really, no. Just so long as I don't get in the way of you two or.. or.." "Oh for fucks sake, Andy don't be so silly," he caught his eye, "you're very dear to both of us and we wouldn't want to see you upset or hurt by anything like that. Whatever we might get up to, there will always be the three of us and we will always look out for you." "Oh.. oh.." Andy gulped, having not realised how much they thought of him. "You silly sod! Oh bloody hell!" Peter blinked, it was time to change the subject. "Now then, what were you grinning at when you came back just now?" "Hhmm.." Andy paused to compose himself. "Well it's that third year class innit?" "What, with that kid who's got the NHS glasses, the one who can't leave it alone?" Peter smiled. "If I know you, you're hard already!" "Bollocks!" Andy blushed. "So's he and it's so bloody obvious he is, almost like he want's me to know!" "Why is he flashing it?" "No, he's got some new trousers that are too big and falling down, so they shows his new pants and, and," Andy was trying not to laugh, "and he can't leave it alone can he, so one minute he's rubbing himself and the next he's pulling his trousers back up!" "Please just don't get involved!" Peter smiled. "I'm really glad you can laugh again." "Wot d'you mean?" "Well like I just said, we were quite worried about you." "Oh." "Yeah, but things now seem to be moving in the right direction aren't they?" "I think so." he looked up at Peter and smiled. "Actually, I know they are." School over, Adam was cycling home with Mark on the pretext of collecting an old exercise book, the truth being that the two boys simply wanted to masturbate together since Martin thought his mother would still be out at her part-time job. "We'll have to be quick, `cause don't wanna get caught do we?" said Martin frantically searching through his pockets for the front door key. "No, we don't!" Adam followed Martin's example and leant his bike against the low garden wall. "Wot time does Andy get back then?" "It's Thursday, so it'll be about five," he looked at his watch, "we got about twenty minutes to be safe, maybe a bit longer." "Well lets get upstairs then before I cums in me pants, you got me all excited!" said Adam rubbing the bulging front of his trousers. Martin was equally excited, all the more so when he followed Adam up the stairs taking careful note of the outline of his briefs through the seat of his trousers. "Yer looking up me bum, I can tell!" said Adam stopping halfway up and looking down on Martin. "Yeah, I'm really watching yer pants through yer trousers." Martin flushed. "Oh you are a dirty bugger!" "Yeah I am! Hey, now... wot about, I gotta idea." Martin was now grinning, "Well wot about if you took yer trousers off and just went up in yer pants, then I could really see couldn't I?" Adam's erection leapt skywards in his briefs, being observed in his underwear had been a favourite at his previous school. "But have we got time, you sure yer mum ain't coming back or nothing `cause we'll be right stuffed if she does won't we?" "Nah, no chance." Martin glanced at his watch. "Go on then, get `em off." Throwing his schoolbag on the landing, Adam eagerly started to undo the trousers, then paused. "You gotta take yours off as well, so we can take in turns to look up." "I don't mind." Martin rushed up the stairs onto the landing to join Adam and started to undo his fly. "Hang on, now yer up here why don't we take each others off?" said Adam, who was already having great difficulty in keeping his hands off of Martin. "Alright." agreed Martin excitedly. "But we gotta be quick, right?" "Course." replied Adam, his hand already inside Martin's briefs and wrapping itself around his sticky organ. "You been leaking!" "Fucking leave it alone, or I'm gonna cum!" Martin pulling away laughing. "Come on, just get 'em off." "You gotta a bloody gert wet spot!" said Adam rubbing his fingers together as Martin theatrically retreated. "Piss off!" Giggling like ten year olds the two boys were finally standing there in just their underpants and having some difficulty in stopping their cocks from bursting out. After taking it in turn to inspect and grope each other standing one above the other on the stairs it was obvious that before much longer somebody was going to ejaculate. "Got another idea!" Martin grinned. "Look, if you lays down on the floor and pokes yer head over the top I can balance on me knees on the top step then you can suck me off!" "Fucking brilliant!" replied Adam immediately laying down as instructed and watching as Martin knelt down on the top stair. "I think yer gonna be a bit high, I'll have to strain me neck." he said staring between Martin's legs. "Oh." "Look if you takes yer pants off and opens yer legs really wide, you'll go down a bit and that might be alright." "Yeah OK." Martin was more than excited and wondering if he could manage not to ejaculate before he even got as far as getting his cock between Adam's eager lips. Adam equally excited, began to hump the carpet whilst watching Martin pull his briefs off allowing his cock to twang upwards. "You know," said Adam very encouragingly, "with yer legs stretched that far apart you could finger yerself at the same time!" "Bloody hell yeah!" agreed Martin throwing his briefs onto the landing behind Adam. "Oh shit! Please hurry up!" moaned Adam, as near to ejaculating as Martin. As the wonderful sensation generated by the stretching of his orifice to the limit rapidly increased Martin didn't delay in taking up Adam's suggestion. Licking a finger he rammed it up his bottom and simultaneously pushed himself forward to thrust his sticky, drooling cock into Adam's waiting mouth and right down the back of his throat almost bringing him to the point gagging. "For fucks sake!" gasped Adam. "Don't bloody choke me!" "Sorry!" Martin withdrew, not realising what he had done. "Oh shit!" "Back in now, but gimmie time to sort it out!" Adam opened his mouth ready to receive it and had to admit as it slipped the taste was better than fantastic. Having been inside Martin's briefs all day, not only did it taste of pee and boy sweat, but had a coating of dried precum. Now though, they knew there was no time to loose before one of them would reach the point of ejaculation. Having increased his efforts humping the dark red carpet in his old briefs, Adam now refocussed on pleasuring Martin. Clamping his lips just behind Martin's cockhead where the foreskin had been removed he did his best to force his tongue inside the slit, the fact it was oozing precum being an added bonus. For his part, Martin was truly in orbit, the finger up his bum was going berserk and had now mysteriously multiplied into two fingers, that plus Adam's oral manipulations which were to his credit those of a cock sucker supreme and his apprenticeship at boarding school. "Fuck!" It was the only thing Martin managed to gasp before literally shaking from head to toe as the orgasm took hold. His tortured cock shooting ribbon after ribbon of hot, steaming spunk into Adam's waiting mouth. Flooded with so much spunk he was in danger of choking and reluctantly, gasping for air pulled away leaving Martin's cock still pulsing and squirting the remainder of it's precious load into his hair. Under such circumstances it was no surprise that Adam's carpet humping had dramatically increased and he too was now utterly incapable of holding back from ejaculation. Forcing himself into the sodden mess that were once his underpants, he sandwiched his cock between stomach and floor to join Martin in discharging an enormous quantity of spunk. Martin was particularly reluctant to withdraw his fingers and continued to pleasure himself as the post orgasmic euphoria set in and was staring at Adam who was still continuing to hump the carpet. After what seemed an age, Martin decided to attempt to get up and relieve the feeling that his bottom was about to split asunder. However, before he could move what can only be described as deafening screech, rang out from the hallway below. "Martin! What the hell are you doing up there?" Joyce Lewis had managed to catch an earlier bus and had returned home to be confronted by the view up the stairs of Martin's naked body. It was only his back, but showed his legs stretched wide, with what looked like suspiciously like a finger up his bottom. Thankfully, with her limited field of vision Adam remained unseen. In the merest fraction of a nano second, Martin's once proud and throbbing organ had decided it had lost the will to live. Petrified of the consequences it had shrivelled up before Adam's eyes and replete with a drop of spunk hanging from the end was now barely an inch long. Shocked. Quaking. Devastated. In a cold sweat. Rooted to the spot. Whatever the phrase was it fitted the way Martin felt at that moment. Survival did however take precedence and he suddenly realised that Adam could not be seen from downstairs. "Crawl away, go and hide in me bedroom before she fucking sees you!" he managed to whisper, albeit rather hoarsely. "Quick, just fucking go!" "Oh fucking hell!" Adam, feeling as helpless as Martin needed no second bidding and took off across the landing like a champion crawly, slithery thing leaving a trail of fresh semen across the dark red carpet as he went. Quite how the afternoon would end he had no idea, but even to hide in Martin'd bedroom all night would be preferable to being caught naked and covered in semen by a furious Mrs Lewis. "Martin! I said what's going on!" "Mum.." was as far he got, quite unable to think of a reply after looking across the expanse of dark red carpet and noticing the large glistening patch of spunk that Adam had so thoughtfully distributed over it. And, just to compound matters beyond any possible hope of a plausible excuse, there in the middle of the landing were Adam's overstretched and spunk impregnated old Y-fronts having been unavoidably vacated during his frenetic horizontal escape. "Martin will you answer me!" The tone of the voice was very impatient and getting distinctly louder as she neared the landing. He turned, afraid to look her in the face, possibly there was another word for being humiliated, but he couldn't think. Crushed, was actually quite a good alternative. "Why's are your fingers up your bottom!" she screamed standing over him, it wasn't a question, more a statement of total disgust. His mouth opened but nothing came out, his fingers slipped out with a plop instead. "What's the bloody hell is that over my new carpet?" It was a milestone moment, he had never heard her swear before. Ever. She looked down at him, her eyes like a pair of deadly ray guns with him as the target fixed firmly in her sights. Never before had he seen her so angry. White, shaking and feeling even more vulnerable for being naked, apoplexy was not to be ruled out. "Don't you dare touch anything with those filthy fingers that have been up your bottom, you revolting boy! You wait till your father comes home!" She stamped past him onto the landing, luckily not noticing the various blobs of saliva and semen with which he had decorated the top step. Instead she focussed on the red precious carpet and stared down, he could see that it appeared Adam had certainly excelled himself in terms of seminal quantity. "Did you make all this mess?" it was a loaded question designed to humiliate him further. "Well you'd better start cleaning it up then, get a bowl and some soapy water." Still unable to reply he nodded, although unsure what exactly he was meant to do nor even if he could get dressed for the cleaning. "Well get up then and put these on, I don't want to see that!" That. That, with extreme emphasis of course referred to Martin's shrunken appendage. Stooping down to pick up the briefs with the intention of throwing them at Martin to make himself vaguely decent she immediately dropped them again with a truly deafening squawk of disapproval. Adam's cold semen was now over her fingers in addition to the carpet. "Get rid of all this it's disgusting!" Gesticulating angrily towards assorted items of school uniform which were lying on the floor she disappeared into the bathroom to wash her hands. Martin hadn't ever moved so fast , the reason was that she didn't seem to have noticed that there were actually two sets of uniform on the floor! Rapidly gathering everything up and throwing it through the open door of his room onto the bed, then managing to get on his school trousers without any underpants he waited for her return, the seams and the zip cutting into his more tender parts. "Go and wash you hands, properly. Then wait in your room until your father comes home." "Wot.. wot about the carpet?" croaked Martin in confusion having thought he was meant to be cleaning it. "You're incapable of cleaning the carpet properly, I'll have to do that as well!" she replied storming down the stairs to get the soapy water. "Bollocks! To do that as well as wot?" Martin asked himself. "Oh, fuck the carpet!" Which was of course something which Adam had already successfully achieved! ##################################### Chap 24 to follow