Date: Wed, 26 Aug 2015 09:16:05 +0100 From: tom Subject: LabTech Chapter 25 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 25 – It takes one to know one Luckily Andy had had the forethought to catch his father as soon as he entered the house and explain that a seismic altercation had occurred between Martin and his mother, although the precise details were sketchy he should expect to experience at least one or two aftershocks. Thus forewarned and having been subjected to Joyce ranting on about Martin's infidelity with the landing carpet all within fifteen minutes of getting home, Hugh's normal sunny disposition was in doubt. Also in doubt were the precise details of whatever sexually motivated crime Martin had committed since Joyce couldn't bear to repeat what she had seen. Hugh sighed as he walked up the stairs, inspected at the wet patch on the carpet which seemed to be happily drying out and knocked on Martin's door. "It's dad." "Oh.. uumm.. alright." came the hesitant reply. Not normally the one to be in trouble Martin was understandably nervous having rarely seen his father really angry. Maybe this was going to be the time he did. "So what the hells been going on?" Wearily Hugh sat down on the end of bed. From what he'd gleaned from Joyce's none too detailed account of what had or hadn't happened, it occurred to him that the situation could well be of the laugh or cry variety. "Well.. I, I.." was as far as Martin got before he dried up. Totally useless at lying, he could hardly say what had really happened with Adam. "Martin, I'm tired. I don't need any of this and mum won't tell me what it's all about, other than there's a definite sexual element and she has had to clean the carpet." "Oh... I, I, " he stuttered and began to break out in a cold sweat, "I, I.." "You what? D'you pee on it or something?" Hugh sighed again. "Oh come on Martin, what's happened? Just tell me." "I, I wanked over it!" the reply was delivered very nervously at high speed. "You did what!" exclaimed Hugh in disbelief, he sat up looking astounded. "I..." It was without doubt that very laugh or cry moment, the situation appeared to be too ridiculous to be true. For a split second Hugh broke into a grin, managing to maintain something of an outward façade of paternal control he couldn't stop the inflection of sounding distinctly incredulous in his voice. "You did what? Did that.. all over the bloody landing carpet! Whatever for?" "Uumm..." Totally thrown off balance Martin's face was going redder by the second, he just looked at his father and couldn't understand why he appeared to find it so amusing when he was expecting to be hung drawn and quartered at the very least. "Oh Martin, for gods sake, whatever possessed you to do that? It's no wonder your mother's hopping mad is it, you know how prim she is about these things?" Humiliated, Martin shook his head, the tension broken tears were now in evidence. "You silly bugger, come here!" Hugh moved up the bed and to put his arm around him. "I'm supposed to be angry and telling you off, but it's so bloody stupid it's laughable!" "Yeah." he croaked, still confused as to why his father thought it so amusing. "Martin, I know you're fifteen and you're at the age when you can't leave it alone, but why prance around naked and do it over the landing carpet of all things!" "How d'you know that?" asked Martin naively, feeling even more embarrassed now his guilty secret was out. "Just an educated guess, coupled with what I've been told." said Hugh. "Listen, I really don't want to know what it was that inspired you to do that, but to keep mum at bay you are going to have to look like you've had a good telling off. Right?" "Right. Educated guess?" "Yes. And, to make it sound all the more serious I'm going to stop your pocket money for a month." "Oh." Martin's face fell. "Sorry, but that's the way it is." Hugh looked at him. "Fair?" "Yeah.. sorry dad.. I've been a complete..." he bit his lip. "Yes, well that's obvious. Come on Martin, it's so stupid it's laughable to the point where I can't even get really mad!" "Oh!" "Well now we agree on that, what you've got to do right now is go downstairs and grovel to your mother because she was really shocked, especially," Hugh paused and smiled, "well, it was when you managed to give her a close-up of your equipment! Sorry, but that's the truth!" "No!" Martin closed his eyes, he could feel his face burning. "Yes!" he smiled again. "And, I nearly forgot, when I came in just now I saw those two boys who've just moved in up the street. They were talking to a boy from your school, well since he had on the same blazer as you so I assumed he was and must know you." "Oh, I wonder who that was?" confused by all that had happened Martin didn't immediately connect with Adam thinking he'd escaped long before. "He said he'd recently joined the school and his name was Adam. Is he that new friend I thought you'd mentioned the other day?" continues Hugh. "I have to say he really did look pretty well wrecked." "Oh Adam!" exclaimed Martin somehow managing to look even more embarrassed than before. "Wot, he was still here... I, I thought he'd gone after we'd..." "You say that as though he shouldn't have been there?" replied Hugh instantly picking up on Martin's reaction. "Uumm.." Martin stopped, why had he said anything, with a hint like that it wouldn't take a lot to put two and two together. "Ah, so... oh.." said Hugh slowly. Two and two did make four. "So if I were to make another inspired guess would I be right in assuming he was here with you before mum came home from work then?" Unable to lie, Martin didn't answer he closed his eyes, nodded and then put his head down as though looking at the floor. "Oh... so you two were... weren't you?" Martin said nothing, it was obvious. "And, by some miracle mum didn't see him? God you were lucky, can you image it if she had!" He nodded, his imagination refusing to stretch that far! "Oh well, it happens and you're growing up." "Uumm.." Much to Martin's surprise Hugh seemed incredibly laid back about it all. "Anyway I expect most boys must do something similar sometime with a friend!" "Wot!" Martin's colour was enhanced with an added purple hue. "Martin, we were all young once." Hugh smiled disarmingly. "Then, oh... uumm..." Martin looked at him blankly, by implication did that mean his father had indulged in something similar when he was a teenager? Hugh's rather casual statement had surprised Martin, but it was the simple truth. "I think that's about it isn't it? There seems no point in going on about it since you've got the message loud and clear." Martin nodded. Hugh got up from the bed and added with a grin. "Of course what you've got to do now is just pray that that bloody carpet dries out or you'll be having no pocket money for years and we'll never hear the end of it! Will we?" "Dad... but, but wot about Adam... does, does he know that you know?" stuttered Martin, embarrassing as it was to confirm Hugh's suspicions it had to be asked. "What about him? Lets just pretend I don't know, then he won't have to hide next time he sees me will he?" Martin rubbed his eyes, he didn't really know what to say and couldn't quite grasp why his father had been so tolerant about it all. Having expected the worst ever bollocking of his life, yet instead be subjected to an arguably a worse punishment when valued in terms of sheer abjection brought about by his own silly actions. "Right now come on, get downstairs and grovel like you've never grovelled before!" As invariably happened in these situations, that Friday morning should have heralded yet another gloriously bright and sunny day, although this time it didn't since it was fairly pouring down with rain! The run of hot sunny weather had finally broken meaning that all those schoolboys who gayly cycled to school were destined to get somewhat damp and Martin would be no exception. However, the weather didn't unduly worry him and was the least of his troubles since the previous evening he had made reparations with his mother, albeit very awkwardly on both sides. It might have been easier had she been totally frank and admitted to being more surprised at the size of his erection and discharge than anything else! Inwardly she could never be that honest with herself, although did concede that there was little doubt that Martin was no longer the baby of the family any more! Thus, with matters resolved and communications restored to an acceptable degree Martin set off on his wet journey to school. Andy left the house five minutes later, making a run from the house to unlock the car before getting too wet, he was surprised to be greeted by Alfie and Mark both waiting for a lift whilst sheltering under the neighbours garden hedge. "No escaping you two even in the rain." he grinned as he unlocked the door. "I'm in the front." said Alfie rushing round to the passenger door. "No, you're in the bloody back, I was in the front last time." said Mark firmly. "Balls." Alfie recognising that tone of voice he scowled and clambered in the back. "Yeah, that's right you gotta pair and I'll pull 'em off if you try that one again." "Are we gonna get that argument every time you get a lift then?" asked Andy, he started the engine and looked round at Alfie. "No, we're not, `cause he'll be dead if he does it again." said Mark. "With or without his balls?" Andy laughed. "Piss off." replied Alfie, he scratched his balls through his pocket just to check they were still there. "We met Martin's mate, wot's his name... uumm.. Adam last night." said Mark as they drove off. "D'you know him?" "Yeah... we've met... wot, wot was he doing here then?" said Andy slowly. Having been trying very hard put Adam at the back of his mind and he didn't need reminding of him. Neither did he need reminding that it felt like he was permanently surrounded by temptations of the flesh, be it boys in the guise of his new found passengers or some of those who he ogled at the school he worked at. "Well it must have been not long after you come home," Mark tried not to make it sound like he had been purposely waiting, which of course he had, "I was, was out doing something to me bike and saw him come out the front door of yer house." "Oh right." feigning surprise Andy looked at Mark. "Well, I didn't seem him inside." "Strange, thought you would have." "Yeah, odd that, maybe he was in Martin's room and that's why I missed him." "Yeah," said Mark without really thinking any more, "I gotta say he looked a right mess, thought for a minute he was putting his shoes on in yer front garden." "Oh really. So, so then wot happened?" asked Andy trying to keep it as low key as he could. "He wasn't putting his trousers on as well was he!" Alfie laughed at his own joke. Unseen Andy flushed, Adam was now firmly back in focus and Alfie hadn't been too far from the truth. "No. But, that's when I went out and so he saw me, then we had a quick chat." "Yeah, then I joined 'em." said Alfie proudly. "Wot d'you talk about then?" said Andy battling to keep the graphic images of Adam shagging him from criss-crossing the road in front the car. "Anything exciting?" "Nothing much at all." "Oh, right." "That's when yer dad appeared, he said hello, so we introduced ourselves." "Bloody hell, you've met everybody except me mum then!" said Andy. Once approaching the long hill that led up to the school was Andy started to look at the boys bottoms in their school trousers as they started to pedal hard up the hill. It was something he did every day and hoped it might lessen his fixation with Adam. "There he is!" Alfie pointed wildly to a group of four cyclists some fifty yards in front. "Who?" asked Mark smearing the condensation around inside the windscreen with his hand. "Hey, I think it's nearly stopped raining." "Him, see it's that kid who had the gert big white pants and them new trousers." Alfie leant forward and pointed over the back of Mark's seat, "He's daft, he ain't even got nothing on to keep his uniform dry!" The last boy of the four cyclists most certainly did look like the very same third year boy with the glasses and having set out before it started to rain now looked very wet and bedraggled in his uniform. "Oh yeah, him with the glasses," Mark instantly sat up to take notice, "him with them gert Y-fronts that went halfway up his back!" Andy didn't say anything, but stared hard enough to see the outline of the boy's briefs through the wet grey trouser material that had stuck to his leg. Needless to say the boy had since appeared in several of Andy's more titillating bedtime fantasies, sometimes wearing his old tight threadbare trousers and now in his new large ones. Whatever he wore in Andy's imagination, there were always featured the capacious Y-fronts which the boy would fill with spunk whilst Andy in turn, filled his rear with spunk through a tear in the seat of the Y-fronts. "Look, he's got 'em on again." exclaimed Alfie, the breeze having just managed to lift the tail of the wet blazer just enough to expose the expanse of white above the waistband of the oversize trousers. "He must feel a right twatt having to wear them fucking gert pants." observed Mark feeling very superior in his low-cut red briefs, although only the previous term he too had been going to school wearing the infamous ill fitting Y-fronts. "Well yeah, wot with them sagging trousers as well." Andy, thought he ought to say something disparaging and hope the subject of his own underwear wasn't raised. "I think Martin wears Y-fronts don't he?" announced Alfie to Andy's horror. Andy stiffened, not that his cock wasn't already pretty stiff watching the cyclists! "How d'you know that?" asked Mark, mentally taking the next logical step and beginning to wonder what Andy wore, a subject never before broached although it had been considered. "I've seen 'em and it says so all round the elastic! It was when he bent down to do that puncture with me." replied Alfie tapping Mark on the shoulder. "They was up over his jeans just like yours used be till mum got us these new ones!" "Fucking piss off!" hissed Mark, plainly embarrassed at the revelation after what he had just said himself. "Look he's standing up to pedal now.." said Alfie excitedly, "cor, wouldn't it be great if his trousers fell down!" Andy unable to take his eyes off the boy simply kept quiet, it seemed the safest thing to do, that and hope the trousers did indeed fall down. "Yeah!" Mark's eyes were also out on stalks. Standing on the pedals to help getting up the hill, the boy's wet trousers certainly hung low and looked like falling down. "His pants is bigger than the ones you used to have!" added Alfie mischievously. "Will you fucking shut up about them you little fucking twatt!" said Mark angrily, turning in the seat to try to hit him, but missed as Alfie quickly sat backwards. As ever the road was very busy in both directions which gave Andy the excuse he needed to purposely hang back and prolong the view, so once again he focused his gaze on the outline of the boy's briefs as his plump bottom moved from side to side whilst he pedalled furiously away. A black, six-fifty Norton Dominator gunned in second gear by it's daring rider in a rather risky overtaking manoeuvre suddenly roared by Andy's drivers door and swerved violently in front of them to narrowly avoid crashing into a car coming down the hill. Without stopping the noisy motor cycle then roared on up the hill as fast as it had appeared leaving Andy and his two passengers quite shaken. Not though as shaken as the boy in the NHS glasses, who afraid of being hit by the Norton had instantly thought to take avoiding action, that however brought it's own calamity. In panic one foot had accidentally slipped off the pedal, leaving him to fall heavily on the crossbar to end in a wet heap on the pavement with tears in his eyes desperately clutching at his freshly reshaped testicles. "Fucking hell!" exclaimed Andy, immediately pulling onto the pavement behind the horizontal boy. "D'you reckon he's he alright?" "Fuck knows, I hope so, `cause I ain't seen no dead body before!" replied Mark cheerfully. "Bloody hell, that motorbike was going some wunnit?" "Yeah, d'you reckon he was a stunt rider?" asked Alfie, "Wait till I tell the kids in me class." "No, not a stunt rider.. just a.." said Mark grinning as he got out of the car. "You alright?" Andy bent over the boy who was lying on his side, clutching at whatever was left between his legs. Even if Andy had wanted to get any closer he couldn't, so taking full advantage he noted every pimple on the white flesh and the ill fitting Y-fronts. "I've crushed me balls on the fucking crossbar!" the boy finally blurted out, from his face matters were obviously painful and his voice had risen at least one octave. "That'll finish his sex life!" said Mark, before getting a disapproving look from Andy, "Sorry, sorry, d'you reckon he's alright?" "Hope so. Ain't no blood or nothing is there?" "All his arms and that is still on, nothings fallen off `cept his glasses!" added Alfie helpfully hovering above him. "Wot about the traffic, where you've left the car?" "Fuck the traffic, they can drive round!" said Andy looking down at the boy. "Wot's yer name them?" "Robin." he moaned as he reaching around for his glasses. On finally being able to see who was rescuing him he blinked and slowly smiled. "Well we're going to the school, `cause I work there." said Andy reassuringly. "So if Mark here takes yer bike, you can have a lift in the car and we'll get the nurse to have a look at you." "Thanks, thought I`d seen you before in the corridors." Robin looked up, the fact Alfie's legs continued so temptingly all the way up into his shorts was duly noted. "It's stopped raining at least, I `spose." said Mark not very enthusiastically, moving over to examine the bike with Alfie, but not before he had taken another careful look at Robin and particularly his exposed Y-fronts. "It looks OK to me. Alright, I'll take it to school for you and put it in the bike sheds then." "Thanks." whether Robin's voice was always that high or it was crossbar induced was a puzzle to Alfie. "Well give us me bag then Alfie," Mark held his hand out with Robin's bag whilst taking a final look down at Robin and for any signs of stains on the front of his trousers, "you put this in the car with you." "Right let's get you in the car then." said Andy whilst Alfie swopped the bags over. "Alfie you get in the back." Watching Mark start to walk off wheeling the bike, Andy bent down to help Robin get up. By some strange coincidence in the course of getting Robin on his feet and into the car, Andy managed to run his hands over twice over his bottom and even manage to accidentally catch hold of the waistband of his briefs. In point of fact Andy was so aroused he could have balanced Robin on the end of his cock to move him round to the passenger door. Making sure his bulging trousers were covered by his coat he finally went around to get into the driving seat. "You wanna get a belt for them gert trousers," said Alfie tactfully, "`cause we can all see yer pants." "Well don't bloody go on about it," said Andy, turning round, "bloody hell Alfie you'll embarrass him." "Well I thought maybe he didn't know!" Alfie pulled face, knowing he shouldn't have said it and had succeeded in embarrassing Robin anyway. "Fuck!" said Robin under his breath. "Course I know, they's on display, `cause it's wot me mum's bought innit! I had a belt until the bloody thing broke yesterday morning putting it on!" "Sorry." Alfie picked his nose and thought how to make amends. "Hey, I gotta spare belt you could lend that if you wants." "For fucks sake Alfie, he ain't gonna fucking lend it, he's gonna fucking borrow it isn't he?" "You should have been a teacher!" Alfie giggled. "Wot with a room of full of little buggers like you every day. No thanks!" Andy smiled as he pulled into the car park. "Thanks." said Robin. "You just stay there a sec, Alfie you can get out my door then I'll take Robin to see the school nurse." "I don't wanna be late today, I gotta see Terry about finishing me homework." Alfie clambered out through the drivers door, dragging his bag behind him. "I'll bring the belt in tomorrow for you then?" "Ta." Robin watched from the corner of his eye as the outline of Alfie's small briefs through in his shorts disappeared across the carpark. Andy got back in the car as Alfie scurried off, "Right, lets get you to the nurse then." "I ain't going." "Wot? Why?" And looked puzzled. "You might have hurt something." "She ain't gonna look at me, me.. balls!" he said looking round. "They'll get better, I won't let her." "Oh, well I dunno, you sure that's all you've hurt?" "I ain't letting no woman go looking at me bits." he said folding his arms defiantly. "Wot about a bloke then?" said Andy having one of the games masters in mind who seemed used to dealing with the odd accident. "Somebody ought to have look." "Maybe. Who then?" "Mr Rawlins, he's nice." "Nah." "Uumm.. Mr Williams then?" "Nah. I don't want no games teacher." "But somebody oughta look, you might have hurt yerself." Andy sounded a little weary of the intransigence and knew time was against them in getting to school. "But, I've, I have hurt meself." It was definitely catch twenty-two. Andy glanced at his watch, there were less than ten minutes until the first bell for morning assembly. For some reason unbeknown to Andy his cock suddenly decided to lurch upwards making him move on the seat, it gave him the germ of a very bold idea. "Right, we know that you've hurt yourself and you gotta get looked at before school, so what about," he paused wondering if he dare even to suggest it, "well look Robin, I got me St Johns first-aid certificate last year, so maybe you'd let me have a quick look?" Unsure what Robin's reaction would be, Andy tried to look casually out the car window. Knowing that whilst the first-aid certificate sounded very grand, it really amounted to little more than confirming he could put on a sticking plaster and be able to make a sling out of a convenient scarf should any broken arms be in evidence. And, of course knowing how to make a sling for a cardiac arrest was incredibly useful, whereas lessons on how to dial 999 to call an ambulance and give the correct information were part of the very advanced course. "Would you?" asked Robin, sounding suitably impressed by the certificate. "Only if you, you really don't mind me doing it?" Andy's mouth was rapidly going dry, quite unlike his underpants which were getting distinctly moist and had adhered to whatever was oozing from the end of his cock. It already felt like it had all been a long, hard morning. "Well.. where shall we do it then?" Robin's question certainly sounded innocent enough, although from the tone of his voice just for a moment Andy wondered if there was something else he might have wanted to add. "Well, it might look a bit odd both of us going into a bog together, so uumm.. shall we do it here quickly, while we're still in the car?" By sheer chance he'd parked in the shadow of a high brick wall which gave a modicum of privacy and might just suffice if they were quick. Nervously looking around to see if anybody else was in the staff carpark, Andy's hands were shaking at the prospect of finally getting to see what it was that Robin constantly played with through his trouser pocket. "Yeah, alright. How, we gonna do it then?" asked Robin who at thirteen and a bit was in many ways the epitome of naivety, even if he was a compulsive masturbator. "If you undo the trousers and lift yer bum off the seat, I'll pull 'em down and then we can have a quick look." Robin appeared to nod very, very enthusiastically, as instructed he duly unzipped his trousers without any sign of embarrassment and lifted himself off the seat. Andy took a deep breath, with a trembling hand either side of the trousers, he gently pulled them down to Robin's knees. "Uumm.. d'you, I mean.. or.. d'you wanna pull yer pants down or.." rapidly running out of nerve Andy stuttered to a stop, "or.. or.. I'll do it... or.. maybe you.. do.. it?" The front of Robin's underpants weren't particularly pristine, something immediately apparent even by Andy's lax standards. In fact they bore a delectable selection of pee spots and one particularly large stain with a darker edge to it. There was no doubt in Andy's mind that Robin and recently ejaculated into his briefs and if the situation carried on much longer Andy would also be ejaculating into his! "I forgot to put clean ones on today." said Robin adjusting his glasses in a failed effort not to look too embarrassed at the very obvious spunk stain. "Doesn't matter." Andy managed an equally embarrassed smile. "D'you want me to look inside 'em or d'you wanna pull 'em down?" "You look inside I think." Robin glanced all around to see that nobody else was in the carpark. "You pull on 'em when yer ready." "Oh, right." The moment of truth had finally arrived. Leaning over to peer inside the briefs whilst he prepared to pull the front away from Robin's stomach meant that Andy was pressing against the handbrake. His head in position, he pulled on the waistband allowing the delicious aroma of boy, pee and stale semen to escape and waft past his nose. If that weren't enough, there only inches before his face was the prize, Robin's uncircumcised cock. Unless his eyes deceived him it was already pretty erect and appeared to be growing as he watched, whilst not the longest for his age any shortage in length was made up by the girth. >From the moment Alfie had left the car, Robin had been trying to manipulate the situation to his advantage. To compound matters further he abruptly, if not proudly announced much to Andy's surprise. "Oh.. I'm getting a hard on!" "Don't worry." said Andy, not daring to say his own erection was on the point of ripping the zip out of his trousers, that was if he didn't cum first. "We all get 'em." "Yer not going gonna be able to see me balls properly like this are you?" Robin suddenly peered inside his briefs and without any obvious embarrassment shoving his hand in to temptingly adjust the angle of his engorged member. "Maybe not, so.. so.. oh fuck!" Watching the hand moving around inside the spunk stained briefs would stop any self-respecting cock fancier in his tracks. Andy was no exception, with great difficulty he finally managed to complete the question. "So.. so.. d'you wanna pull yer pants down then.. and, and I'll look quickly at yer balls?" Andy's heart was beating far too fast for comfort. Totally captivated by what he had seen of the hairless cock so far, he pressed himself onto the handbrake for a better view as Robin tugged at his briefs. Finally, as the waistband was pulled over the end of Robin's boyhood, it sprang into view making Andy gasp in delight. "Fuck!" Andy just stared, for it was obvious that Robin's earlier adjustment had included pushing his large foreskin down to leave the purple head exposed along with some small white deposits, it glistening in the light. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" repeated Andy going bright red. Making a tremendous effort not to show any bodily movement he forced himself down on the handbrake lever in a futile attempt to halt the ejaculation that was already well under way. "Now you can see it." said Robin wrapping his fingers round the stubby shaft and began very slowly pulling the foreskin up and back down. "Oh fucking hell!" stuttered Andy unable to take his eyes off it. Totally unnerved, it was the very last thing he had been expecting, Robin had seduced him! "Stop it! You ain't meant to do that!" "But you've been wanting to see it since I come to the school ain't you?" Robin grinned from behind his round glasses and continued to slowly masturbate, "I've watched you when you's been watching me since I was in the second year! You're always playing with yerself with yer hand though yer white coat!" Andy puce with embarrassment at being caught, but nevertheless unable to stop staring at Robin's hand found himself unable to answer. "So this morning when this happened to me bike, I couldn't resist it, me balls is alright really." continued Robin grinning. "I knows that the other morning in the corridor when I first had on me new trousers and they kept falling down, you'd stopped to watch and I reckon you'd almost cum in yer pants hadn't you?" There still no answer from Andy, although the nod acknowledged Robin's version was correct. More immediately though, spunk was literally filled his briefs, sliding between his legs and seeping through the thin white cotton to be absorbed by his pale grey trousers. The fresh darker stains would be unmissable. "You got a thing about pants as well then.. and..." Robin never completed the sentence, like Andy he too was more than aroused by the situation. Even though it was only a little over an hour since he had relieved himself before getting out of bed, his body shuddered as his cock shot another watery load over his hand. "Hhmmm... oh fuck, look wot a mess I've made," he looked at Andy, "just for you!" Andy watched dumbfounded. Robin grinned, drawing the slippery foreskin up and down a few more times he pulled both his briefs and trousers up in one swift movement without bothering to wipe the mess away. "Shall we go in then, we don't wanna be late!" said Robin in between licking the spunk off his hand and straightening his glasses. "Uumm.. yes, I suppose so." replied Andy very slowly, unable to believe he'd just been wholly deceived by the much younger Robin who appeared to be as openly, blatantly homosexual just as Adam was. "It's alright, I won't tell nobody. Honest." Robin smiled as he reached out for the car door handle accidentally leaving a smear of semen on the door panel. "I likes you, but I think yer a bit old for me ! I'll look out for you wanking over me in the corridor and I knows you'll be thinking of me later won't you!" "I can! I will!" Andy floundered for a meaningful reply. "Yeah, course you will. Anyways I likes being watched, so I've wanked in front of all the boys in me class, well I mean only the ones who'll admit they wank that is!" "You have?" why hadn't Andy been like this at thirteen and a bit! "Yeah. I really likes boys, if you knows wot I means and I'm sure you does." Andy gulped. Opening the car door he caught Andy's eye and winked, the brown eye appeared very large through the NHS glasses. "Course, it takes one to know one, don't it? But, I got a feeling yer like me and you knows all that already don't you?" Still red in the face and yet to realise that spunk was soaking through the front of his trousers Andy watched as he sauntered off, only to turn and wink again before disappearing around the corner of the main building. This was most definitely one incident that Andy dare not tell Peter about after the stern lecture he received when mentioning his previous encounter with Mark in the school. ############################################# Chapter 26 to follow