Date: Wed, 14 Oct 2015 10:05:12 +0100 From: tom Subject: LabTech chap 28 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 28 – "He's still alive then!" "I ain't heard no screams yet, have you?" Alfie stopped polishing the car and looked back up the road towards his house. "Yer a bit hopeful, they'd have to be pretty loud for us to hear 'em unless they was having a right ding-dong in the front garden." said Martin cupping a hand on his ear. "I `spose yer right." Alfie returned to polishing for a few seconds. "Mart... uumm.." "Wot?" Martin moved behind the front wing where he hoped Alfie couldn't see, he pulled at his jeans which, with the excess of semen were beginning to stick to him. "Mart...well.." "Wot? Wot you trying to say?" in desperation to free his pubic hairs Martin, hoping he wouldn't be seen had pushed his hand down the front of his jeans into the sticky abyss. It was a mess. "Well, y'know wot we was saying earlier.." started Alfie only to stop again. "Not really, no!" replied Martin more concerned with the revolting contents of his briefs and the adhesive powers of semen in relation to his pubic hairs. "Yeah you does... you knows about us looking at, at each others pants and that!" "Oh bloody hell! Ssssssshhhhh... bloody keep yer voice down!" Martin looked frantically around, luckily they were still alone. "I didn't say I would, I only said I'd think about it." "Oh! Oh.." Alfie's voice instantly changed, he sounded very flat. "Oh, that all then?" With that he stopped polishing and looked across at Martin, the smile gone from his face. Just as Martin was obsessed with sex, so in his own world was Alfie. It was something which hadn't really registered with the older boys, yet fantasy and masturbation were equally important regardless of the age difference. Having been thinking about the contents of Martin's jeans all the time he had been indoors, he had finally make his mind up that he could trust Martin to look at his modest boyhood without too much embarrassment. So, to say he was now disappointed was something of an understatement. "Oh bugger.. uumm.. Alfie, I, I didn't mean.. well uumm.. I uumm... oh fuck!" Martin immediately realized from his look and tone of his voice that Alfie was upset at the decision, but that aside he knew it wouldn't be right to do it. "It's alright, don't worry. It's just `cause I'd thought of somewhere we could have done it." muttered Alfie dejectedly, he sniffed. "But, if you don't wanna do it now..." "Alfie, it's, it's not that I don't want to.. it's, more that yer younger than me and," mumbled Martin hoping it might be a kinder way out extricating himself from the situation, "and, and well.. so it's not quite right... uumm, d'you see wot I mean?" "Nah, I don't see." Alfie sniffed again. In his view it wasn't a case of being right, it was more a case of his new friend Martin not wanting to be a real friend. Martin had no desire to upset him, but it seemed there was little he could do. "Alfie..." "If we ain't gonna be proper real friends, I'm going home then." slowing putting the polishing cloth on the bonnet he sniffed and blinked, plainly upset. "You can finish this, see I thought we was gonna have secrets and all that, y'know just like real best friends does." "Oh shit!" exclaimed Martin in a last ditch attempt to stop him erupting in tears. "Alfie don't go, wait, just, just give me bloody a minute, let me think! Hang on!" "Why? You've said no ain't you?" Alfie was already starting to slowly walk away. "Alright, we'll do it then." mumbled Martin, he couldn't bear to see Alfie start crying on his account. "We will? Honest?" Alfie swung round and wiped his eyes with the back of his grubby hand. "You mustn't dare tell nobody though." Martin looked him in the eye. Had Alfie looked elsewhere he would have seen Martin's jeans were already starting to bulge at the thoughts of forbidden fruit. "Alfie, you gotta remember this is our gert big secret, yeah? So you can't go telling Mark or anybody and I won't tell Andy. Right?" "Course, if that's wot you want." the smile had returned along with a hand which quickly gave up looking for a pocket and pushed itself down the front of the shorts. "I hoped you was just kidding me!" "Yeah, that's right." Martin smiled trying not to look him in the face, knowing he shouldn't have agreed to it at all. "Can't tell Andy wot?" "Oh fuck!" Martin turned to see Andy standing by the front gate. "That.. that.. that we ain't finished polishing it yet!" interrupted Alfie, instantly dropping into irresistible infectious mode and grinning all over his face. "Right. That all?" Andy looked quizzically at his brother, was there something else? "See, I even got me helper." said Martin, desperately hoping that no more of the conversation had been overheard, it appeared not. "Alfie, is he paying you for helping him?" asked Andy with a grin. "He ain't said nothing." Alfie looked at Martin. "Why, you getting paid for this then?" "I'll get you a gert big packet of crisps." volunteered Martin with a guilty look. "Nah, I wants gert big packet of crisps and a gert big bottle of Tizer." "You bugger you!" said Martin to Andy. "Probably!" replied Andy and winked. "That's a deal then?" said Alfie looking at Martin. "Right?" "Alright." replied Martin wondering just how much of his five shillings would be left! Mark had fairly flown into the house and on up the stairs to the bedroom to see if any embarrassing items had been discovered by his mother during her search for dirty laundry. He was by no means unusual in wanting to wear clothes that had suffered by way of sexual excess, in fact like many other boys he found wearing semen infused underwear quite turn on. Having gained a reputation for being distinctly lax when it came to changing his clothes, his mother it had conversely turned it into a campaign to keep him looking presentable. Other than the beds having being tidied up the room didn't looked as though it had been as thoroughly searched as he had feared it might have been, even the two heavily spunk stained handkerchiefs remained under the mattress. Leaping up onto his bed he peered across to the top of the wardrobe, there were missing clothes which had been purposely left to dry or more accurately allow the penile deposits to crystalise. Throwing them down on the floor, he jumped off the bed and began searching through the bottom of the wardrobe in a frantic effort to find his old jeans. Seconds later he had thrown the wet jeans up onto the wardrobe and was standing there in the blue briefs, which it has to be said were still totally soaked with semen and showed no sign of drying despite his body heat. Even by his minimal standards it was obvious they needed a wash, so in a flash of brilliance he pulled them off and after rummaging through the drawers of the chest produced the only clean pair of underpants remaining, some old Y-fronts. A further flash of brilliance crossed his mind, in the interests of hygiene it might be an idea to wipe the semen from his genitals before putting them on. And, what better to use for the sticky operation than the time tested semen absorbent striped pyjamas? The area around the fly was already starched, but the legs and end of the pyjama cord soon showed their superior absorbative properties leaving his pubic area relatively spunk, if not smell free. "Mark hurry up!" the voice was impatient. "What are you doing up there?" "Coming down, now mum." he replied not without some apprehension. Progress slowed once he started looking at the heaped clothes, the very grubby white shirt now dotted with strange stains courtesy of Sophie's excess of orgasmic juices being notable. The rest of the clothes were equally bad, if not worse and in particular the soiled underpants all of which boasted large patches of dried semen. Taking a deep breath he gathered up a full armful and set off down stairs. "I wish we'd got this washing machine delivered before now, there are at least two full loads waiting to be done." Alison was plainly not in a good mood, whilst moving house may have brought about the purchase of a new washing machine to replace the old twin-tub, the slow delivery and installation had meant there was a weeks backlog of washing yet to do. "There, I'll pop it in the machine for you mum." said Mark. Having no intention of letting his mother anywhere near the dirty clothes, he rapidly started stuffing them inside the machine. "So where were these clothes then?" she looked at him. "I couldn't see them?" "Uumm.." he looked at the floor for inspiration. "they were on the floor by the wardrobe." "What? Where? I couldn't see them." "Oh, they were." it was something of an economy with the truth. Technically they had been, but only after he had retrieved them from the top of the wardrobe. "Mark now just slow down, where are those new trousers, they don't need to go in." she looked at him with the obvious inference she hadn't believed what he had just said, doubting that the clothes had been on the floor. "You've only worn them for a week and as they were new if they get pressed now they'll be fine, so just fish them out and pop them on that chair for ironing." "Oh.. oh.. really?" He sounded very disappointed as having assumed they were going in the wash it would automatically ensure his pathetic attempt at semen stain removal would be superseded by a machine wash. Pulling them out from amongst the armful of crumpled clothes he very nervously hung them over the back of the chair where they were immediately picked up and the shaken to get rid of some of the creases. Alison looked at them. "Mark, I said bring your new trousers, not your old ones, surely even you can tell the difference they were brand new barely a week ago!" "They are the new ones." he muttered weakly. It was almost as if the temperature in the room had suddenly risen. Very dramatically. He was starting to sweat. "No, they're not, just look at them. Now go up and get those new ones." she waved the stained fly of the trousers in his face. "Look they are not new." "Mum, there are the new ones, but they had a bit of a gert accident at school." "What! What sort of a gert accident at school?" snapped Alison staring at him and then to the trousers. Unfortunately she began to look at grey material in minute detail whilst he quaked before her. "And, what the hells this all this you've managed to smear across the front? They were new!" "Uumm... mum.. uumm..." Mark was already skating on thin ice and needed to answer instantly if he were not to fall though and be subjected to the fires of hell, conveniently also stoked by Alison and burning so brightly beneath the aforesaid thin ice. "It's, it's custard, some silly kid was throwing it around during the school dinner on Friday!" he managed to blurt out, praying it sounded convincing. "See.. I, I tried to wash it out." "Custard! Custard?" she looked at him as though he were mad. It wasn't convincing, they both knew it, even to Alison the stains did look rather familiar. "Are you sure? You're quite sure it's not something we've been seeing a lot of lately?" "Yeah, went all over me trousers." the second lie was always easier than the first, even if his face was bright red. "Mark I'm telling you, if these don't look like new after they've been washed and ironed I'm sending that school the bill for another pair!" the words were underlined with a wagging finger. "Throwing food around, what are you babies?" "Uumm, ah, yeah that's a good idea." he said keeping his eyes on the floor. "Well you'd better get on and put the rest of that filthy looking stuff in the machine then." "Yeah, of course." he replied, his confidence evaporated it was with trembling hands that he managed to push everything else inside the machine in one swift movement "Oh god! Mark you're useless! Now look what you've done now!" she suddenly exclaimed pushing him to one side and reaching inside the glass door. "Don't you know by now that the whites get washed separately! This is the whites wash." It was time to run away. Possibly for ever. The further the better. Right now. To many teenage boys there was one situation which they absolutely dreaded, knowing it would turn out to be one of their most embarrassing, humiliating experiences of growing up. It was, of course their mother finding uncontroversial evidence that they masturbated, their fate a thousand times worse should such evidence be discovered whilst they were together or possibly a million times worse if fresh semen were in evidence and heaven forbid, a trillion times worse if caught with cock in hand! Mothers in general, could never appreciate that once a boy had discovered masturbation it would be constantly on his mind with the act being performed daily, nightly or even hourly if the flesh was willing! In contrast such a discovery by the father, who had also been through puberty and knew lure of the flesh, it generated nowhere near the same level of embarrassment. Since it was designated a whites wash, one by one Mark's items of coloured clothing were now pulled out by Alison and thrown on the kitchen floor. He partially closed his eyes and tried not to look as the magnificent selection of spunk encrusted coloured underpants and socks were ceremoniously retrieved and disdainfully dropped onto the floor. With each soiled item warranting a withering look of disgust from his mother, he cringed by the kitchen doorway awaiting what he knew would be her, the ultimate, the finite experience in handling spunky teenage underwear. The look of revulsion on her face spoke volumes, it confirmed Mark's nightmare was now reality. It was a sight which would transform any oversexed boy into a flaccid wreck, he watched her hand emerging from the washing machine clutching the sticky blue briefs, the excess of spunk being squeezed out between her fingers. "Wot was that?" Alfie turned to Andy, who had now rejoined in polishing the car. "Dunno, sounds like somebody shouting." Andy looked at Martin. "Wot d'you think?" Martin in turn looked at Alfie. "Oh hell, you don't reckon it's yer mum and Mark?" "Why, wot's going on then?" Andy grinned mischievously, he liked the thought of a bit of teenage neighbourly strife, it also helped take his mind off of Alfie's shorts. "It's Mark innit." Alfie looked nervously towards the house, unsure if there were any further shouting. There was. "Is it? Mark? I dunno wot yer on about." said Andy. "Why, wot's he done?" "Mum's gotta gert thing about having clean washing and all that." said Alfie. "Her as well! You can tell her she ain't the only one!" Martin started to laugh. "Well maybe she oughta meet up with our mum then!" "Oh shut up Mart. Why wot's he done to the washing then?" asked Andy, who from personal experience already had an inkling what the matter could be about. "I `spect he's been wanking over his clothes again, he only changes 'em when she nags him!" replied Alfie with absolutely no regard for Mark's privacy nor sensitivities. "I reckons he's done it so much now that she can spot a spunk stain miles away!" At which point both Martin and Andy doubled up with laughter on realising that the exact the same problems which so often confronted them were far from unique. "Why you laughing?" asked Alfie looking between them. "It ain't funny, `cause I gotta go in there later and she'll be all hopping mad!" "We're laughing, `cause our mum does exactly the bloody same thing!" spluttered Martin. "She's got a big thing keeping white sheets white!" "It ain't just a thing, it's bloody crusade!" added Andy. "So tell us Alfie, if yer right wot's gonna happen to Mark then?" "I dunno. Depends on how much mess he's made," Alfie grinned, "this time!" "This time?" said Martin looking enquiringly at Alfie. "He's done it before then?" added Andy more than intrigued that he wasn't the only one to have a similar history and interest in such sticky situations. "Yeah, he made a gert mess! Few months back he was left alone for a Saturday afternoon, he found dad's bottle of whiskey and got a bit sorta pissed." Alfie was obviously finding it very funny and started giggling. "Mum and dad went bloody mental when they came back with me and Soph, especially when they found he'd thrown up all over the kitchen floor." "Oh shit!" said Martin. "So wot happened then?" "It got worse, `cause he was still pissed they said he had to lie down and sleep it off." Alfie could barely talk for laughing. "So dad starts cleaning up the kitchen and mum gets him up to his room and finds all these dirty girly pictures of tits stuck to the bed that he'd been wanking over. That's when she really went bloody nuts!" "Fucking hell, I'm not surprised!" said Andy, thinking for a moment it was just the sort of thing he might have been tempted to do. Although if were pictures of naked boys, he still would! "Well you'd better not say nothing, `cause he's just come out the house." said Martin taking a second look to make sure he was not mistaken and that it was Mark who was leaving the front gate and walking slowly towards them. "Cor, he's still alive then!" exclaimed Alfie immediately starting to go towards him. "Mark wot happened?" "She went fucking mad didn't she!" looking rather pale he approached very slowly. "She ain't fucking happy!" "Wot have you actually done then?" asked Martin, wondering if whatever cardinal sin had been committed, it was of the same magnitude as his own recent seminal escapade on the landing carpet. "I uumm..." muttered Mark, "oh, I've, I've just fucked it all up again!" "It'll be alright," chimed in Alfie cheerfully, "she'll have forgotten it by tomorrow." "Maybe not." said Andy quietly, speaking from experience. Martin didn't say anything, instead out of the corner of his eye he was watching Mark's hand in his jeans pocket which was still freeing the odd pubic hair from the clutches of the congealed semen. Mark was wearing his old jeans with the defective zip which gave the initial impression that all was securely fastened. Eventually though the zip would fail and allow the fly to gape open, giving a first class view of what Mark's fingers were doing through the pocket lining as they toyed with the clammy contents of the old Y-fronts. It didn't take long as Martin was soon aware. "She bloody won't forget it that quick. I knows she won't." replied Mark unaware he was making himself the subject of Martin's bedtime fantasy. "Oh fuck it!" Andy wasn't sure what to say since he didn't know exactly what had happened, glancing idly around he saw what Martin was watching. "Mark." They all turned. "Oh fuck! Oh no, it's dad!" murmured Mark, he looked whiter than white. "Dad?" "Ah, there you are." Jim smiled and looked around the surprised faces. "And, so you must be the boys who I've heard about and are able to give these two a lift to school now and again?" "Yes, I'm Andy and this is my brother Martin." said Andy in his best manner, he indicated to Martin and then took the hand that had been offered. "Nice to meet you, Jim Baker," he smiled and looked at Alfie, "and, I also gather you have been adopted by our resident mechanic!" "Oh dad!" Alfie flushed, why did parents always have to try to be funny. "Yeah, he's certainly into taking things apart." Andy smiled at Alfie. "And, very good he is too." "He's very good on bikes as well." added Martin. "Punctures in particular!" "So I gather." "Oh shut up!" muttered Alfie now totally embarrassed by all the compliments. "But now, if you'll excuse us," Jim looked pointedly at Mark, "we were just going for a little walk around the block weren't we, Mark? I'm sure you'll see him later." "Where's mum?" asked Alfie looking up. "Is she alright?" "She's fine," replied Jim, he glanced at Mark, "no, she really is fine. Come on Mark, let's go for our little walk before it rains again." "He don't sound too mad do he?" Alfie watched Mark and his father walk off. "Wonder wot they're gonna say?" "Dunno, `cause we don't really know wot it's all about do we?" said Martin. "You should nip in the house and see wot you can find out from yer mum?" "Yeah, go on." said Andy encouragingly. "We'll be out here doing this for a while, so if you come back out alive you can tell us. The temptation was too much, Alfie downed his polishing cloth and headed home. "Hey, I saw you looking in his fly when he was scratching his cock," Andy nudged Martin. "Yeah alright and he wasn't wearing his new pants was he?" he grinned. "Wot d'you think, looked like old Y-fronts, I saw you looking as well, wot' d'you think?" "I wasn't sure, but I've seen enough bloody Y-fronts so I think you were right. He took the piss out boys that wore 'em when we sorta spoke about it, now seems he's wearing 'em!" "Maybe he's wanked over everything else and that's wot the row's about?" "Dunno, sounds like the sorta thing you'd do!" Andy pointed to Martin's jeans. "I'd say from the looks of things you've just done it yerself!" "Balls. Does it show?" Martin blushed, strangely proud of the fact, he couldn't deny it as the evidence was there for all to see. "Won't be so bad when it's dried, keep in the sun to dry out a bit and you'll get away with it!" Andy laughed. "But, don't get too close to nobody or they'll smell it!" "Bollocks." replied Martin taking Andy's advice and moving into the sunshine. "I've been thinking I'm gonna have to get a paper round or something, I needs the money now dads put a stop on things." "Well what about that newsagents, off Vale Road that's been there for years. I went in the other day and think it's got a new owner, he might want some help." "Worth a thought innit? I'll pop down there later then." "Well what are we going to do with you then?" Jim had concluded there seemed little point in getting angry since there probably wasn't a fifteen year old boy anywhere who could abstain from masturbating for very long. "Dunno." muttered Mark, he looked at his feet as he walked along. "Is mum really alright?" "Sort of, she understands you are can't stop doing it regardless, but in the words of the song, it's not what you do but the way that you do it. The way you did it was disgusting, so she'll be a lot better if you apologise straight away when we get back. Understand? There's no argument about that at all." "Yeah, alright." he lifted his eyes. "Dad, I'm sorry it just sorta happened." "Well don't you dare let it happen like that again. Didn't we have a conversation about this subject in relation to sharing the room with Alfie the day we moved in?" "Yeah, we did." "Thought so. Now look Mark, I realise you can't resist doing it, but all we ask is that you try and keep it to yourself. For heavens sake don't do it over your clothes, that's what really winds your mother up and it's not as though you are buying them is it?" "I know." reluctantly admitted Mark. "Dad, I'm sorry.. I can't.. but I can't stop doing it!" "That's obvious and I think quite natural at your age. But not over your clothes." With Mark avoiding eye contact Jim thought maybe a stronger approach was needed to get the message across, hopefully without ruining their relationship. For a subject which generally dare not speak it's name, it was now getting a very robust airing. "Now listen Mark however embarrassing this is, I'm going to spell it out. I don't want know what you had been doing earlier, but for mum it was absolutely disgusting to find those pants put in the wash all soaked with semen like that. Can't you use an old handkerchief, buy some tissues or something?" To hear it put like that Mark was mortified, he remained silent if bright red. "You do realise that some fathers would have knocked the shit out of you for doing that, don't you?" he paused to help make the point, "Which brings me to the state of those new trousers, whilst mum might have fallen for the story about custard, I've no need to guess what happened there, because we both know what probably happened don't we? I just hope for your sake nobody saw you doing it or you'll be in big trouble and that they wash up alright or you'll be buying a new pair from your savings." Mark had stopped walking and turned to face the tall hedge they had been walking past, now so acutely humiliated so he couldn't even look at his father. "Well, I might as well finish, so look at me." Jim stopped by his side, wondering if he had overdone it. "I appreciate, even if mum doesn't that you are at a time when you are highly sexed and you can't leave it alone. So, just remember that the rest of us we don't want to know what you're doing, well that is until your eyesight starts to fail!" "Dad." he slowly turned and sniffed, almost in tears although the final few words had brought a faint smile to his face. "Mark, sorry about the bad joke!" they finally made eye contact. "Look, I'm just being honest. I expect you've guessed we've got Alfie at it as well now and to be fair mum really accepts that between you there will be accidents. You understand? And, to add to our worries we've got Sophie, but I'm letting mum deal with her." Mark nodded with his eyes closed. "All I saying is that you are not twelve any more and you must act with a little more responsibly. Is that too much?" "No." Mark's voice had all but gone. Meanwhile, the car had been polished and Martin's jeans had all but dried in the sun. The two brothers were leaning on the car, waiting to see if Alfie was going to return. "You hadn't forgotten you'd said you was gonna take me and Adam to the park tomorrow?" asked Martin. "I know he's getting some more film today." "Oh yeah, I `spose, I said I would." Hoping to give the impression was that he hadn't remembered, in truth his Andy's heart had fluttered on hearing Adam's name, he certainly hadn't forgotten about it. "I wonder wot's gonna happen when we gets there." said Martin expectantly, knowing something was stirring for the hundredth time in his jeans that day. "I hope we don't get caught." "Well it'll be the fucking end of everything if we are caught won't it?!" Andy looked up the road, "So I dunno about that, but I do know I can see Alfie's on his way back, so if we're lucky we might find out wot happened to Mark." ################################################# Chap 29 to follow