Date: Wed, 18 Dec 2013 09:16:43 +0000
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: The Lab Technician - Chapter 3

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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>>>>>>>>>>> Christmas is coming and Santa will doubtless be disappearing up
somebody's flue. However, that aside I hope all you avid readers have a fun
time and will try to do something that I would that attempt which exceeds
pulling your own cracker...

Looking at the timing for the next posting it looks to me as though it
falls around 1-2 Jan, so watch out for the next exciting episode and have a
good time but do watch out for that fairy on top the Xmas tree!.

T
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Chapter 3 – If you go down to the woods today


Less than a mile away from the Lewis household on the other side of the
infamous park where Andy had been assaulted as a boy, Peter Wiltshire was
very busy.

Like Andy he also had a second life. However it was far more active and as
far removed from his respectable job at the grammar school as could
possibly be, he fervently hoped the two would never meet! The difference
being that whilst Andy was constantly trying to ignore his hidden persona,
Peter's alter ego was currently exceeding all his sexual expectations. And,
just as long as he did not allow it to risk threatening his employment at
the school he wanted to continue to do all he could to foster it.

Sometime in his late teens he had discovered the exquisite sensation of
walking around with something viscous and really slimy up his bottom, in
those days it was all connected with Vaseline and carrots, the real problem
being how to keep it in place. Finally, after considerable experiment he
had perfected a technique whereby close to half a tube of KY jelly could be
safely injected and retained by inserting a tight fitting black butt
plug. Naturally, it wasn't a perfect seal, but the odd trickle into his
underwear only added to the delightful squishy feeling as he walked and
surprisingly it usually held out until his cruising came to fruition. And,
the bonus being that was he ready and fully lubricated when the moment
came!

Carefully he put on a pair of Y-fronts just as the boys at the school
invariably wore, in fact they were a pair just as the boys wore since he
had stolen them from the changing room when the sixth form were playing
rugby. Smiling to himself he noticed that a small wet spot had already
formed on the white ribbed material, confirming he was more than ready for
some form of action. To appear looking like any keep fit type who might go
for an evening jog, a pair of loose, old white football shorts and a pale
blue T-shirt completed his outfit. The loose fitting shorts were a great
advantage since they could disguise even the firmest erection, yet allow
the outline of his briefs and sometimes even the leaky wet spot around his
bum to be on show to those who were disposed to know exactly where to look.

That evening he felt very lucky. Taking a final look at himself in the
mirror, he patted his erection and wondered just how long he would have to
wait before he could shoot his load. Better still, have somebody shoot a
load up him!

Six o'clock was a good time to go for a walk in the park. On a warm summer
evening it was quite a popular cruising spot and Peter invariably managed
to find somebody on their way home from work who couldn't resist his slim,
almost hairless, thirty year old body. In fact he often thought to himself
that he didn't look much older than some of the six formers at the
school. Maybe he should consider getting himself a pair of those grey
school trousers to match his white briefs!

From his house to the park was only a ten minute walk, the entrance he
always used was conveniently situated not far from the gents toilet bock
and what a supreme toilet it was! Dating from the Edwardian period it was
built at the height of the glazed tile period and featured not only
magnificent tiled walls and floor, but heavy mahogany doors complete with
brass locks. The stalls and basins were as would be expected, heavy and
ornate, the spacious cubicles easily accommodating a threesome on demand.

It was the ultimate cruising spot for those with any architectural taste!

Sadly, other than a young mother pushing her baby around in pushchair the
park looked quite deserted. Peter decided to take leisurely break and then
a stroll around before visiting the cottage as his homosexual friends
quaintly called it. Quiet it was. The lawns were deserted and nobody seemed
to be in it at all so he sat down on bench in the shade a large fir tree to
watch and wait.

Once sitting he couldn't resist gently squirming as the butt plug started
to literally make it's presence felt. That in turn spurred him into running
his mind back over some of the boys he had seen in the school science block
that day.

Rather temptingly there had been one particular boy who had given him cause
for a full scale erection under his white lab coat. He thought a third-year
probably, quite small with sandy coloured hair, NHS glasses and the most
enticing little ass. And, all packaged up in some rather threadbare dark
grey trousers that were plainly getting too small for him. The outline of
the boys briefs were clearly visible including the seam across the rear
panel, as was what looked like something suspiciously bulbous which the boy
constantly kept feeling through his trouser pocket. Peter's cock loosed
another smear of precum as he closed his eyes and imagined the boy getting
home, closing his bedroom, slowly removing those so, so tight trousers and
masturbating him with the sole object of filling the boys tight white
briefs with hot spunk.

Peter's closest friends called it brief or bulge spotting. Whatever it was
called he was incredibly turned on by it and had been since he was about
ten, finding the sight of a boys cock being played with through a trouser
pocket an incredible turn on. That, coupled with seeing the outline of some
underpants being visible and all presented in some worn tight school
trousers it was very, very erotic. Indeed, when Peter was himself at school
he had been known to frequently cum in his briefs with excitement
particularly if the boy he was watching happened to be exceptionally active
in the pocket department.

Needless to say with consuming interests like that Peter's school days were
very fondly remembered, yet as exciting as those events were they were
topped by one other sight which he classed as supremely erotic. That was to
spy on one very particular boy who was always prancing around in the
changing room wearing a matching white vest and briefs. Whether he was
doing it as a tease or simply because it was a spur of the moment thing
Peter never knew. Neither did he know why it had such an effect on him, it
might have been the white vest tucked into the underpants with the pee
stains on the front. But, whenever he had saw it meant he just had to rush
off to the toilets and then spend the rest of the day with his briefs
sticking to his scant pubic hairs and stomach.

However more recently, since narrowly escaping an arrest after an incident
with a seventeen year old boy in that very park Peter had made a contract
with himself. As tempting as they may be, he would no longer get involved
with any teenagers, twenty-one was the magic age specified in the 1967
legislation, something so typically English that it was not changed until
nearly thirty years later. Hence, whilst teenagers were still ideal fodder
for masturbatory fantasies anything further than occasional voyeurism was
out of the question.

Strangely though, whilst he had been thoroughly turned on by watching the
boys actions at school, at one point he almost sensed that somebody else
was watching the boy as well! It was an odd feeling and it even crossed his
mind it might have been his young laboratory assistant Andy, craftily
watching the boy in much the same manner as he had. Or had he? On the other
hand Andy seemed to take no interest in sex or playing with himself at
all. One thing was certain though, Andy was no longer a teenager.

Could it be that young Andy was of that persuasion and just made sure he
wasn't seen hand in pocket? It made for a very tempting line of thought.

The more he thought about it the more he started to squeeze his cock which
obligingly deposited yet more precum into the now translucent cotton. The
shorts had already started to absorb the excess and a small but growing
damp patch shimmered when it caught the sunlight.

Amazingly for Peter, having just merely worked with Andy he had not really
considered him sexually, that opinion was now definitely changing as both
his interest and cock were firmly aroused. Maybe, it was time to try his
luck! Certainly he would like to see a lot more of Andy without the long
white lab coat and preferably without his trousers either! The more Peter
thought, the more unsure he was if he had ever seen Andy playing with
himself though his pockets. However from what he had noticed over the past
couple of years since Andy had joined the school, he obviously wore briefs
and didn't seem to have that much of package out front, but then Peter
wasn't that big himself either.

It now appeared there was no going back, it really was the time to start a
little investigative probing into Andy's life. Closing his eyes and now
imagining Andy's cock up his ass instead of the butt plug he started to
mentally undress him. No doubt Andy would be wearing the inevitable white
briefs, but would they have any cum stains? Was he cut? Did he wear a vest
in winter? Did Andy ever cum in his briefs under cover of the white coat
when aroused by the sight and smell of a room full of spotty, horny,
pubescent boys third year boys in tight trousers. Peter certainly did! The
possibilities were proving to be delightfully endless.

Footsteps.

The sound of footsteps on the gravel path stirred him from his
daydream. Turning his head casually to one side he just caught sight of the
back of a youthful looking man in some well pressed tan coloured shorts
heading off the grassland into the wooded area. As the old saying went, a
bird in the hand was worth a grope in the bush and within a minute Peter
was hurrying along on the same path hoping to prove it right! Pausing once
he got within the bushy area to see if his prey was keeping to the well
worn path or had stepped off it, Peter looked around and after a few more
paces was very surprised as there was nobody to be seen.

"Thought I might find somebody here to ask, d'you think would this be a
good spot for a quiet pee?"

It was a very well spoken voice, cultured even. Obviously a decent
education.

Startled by the question Peter spun around and saw a young man, probably in
his late twenties who had been evidently hiding behind a tree and really
waiting for him to catch up.

"If you're desperate..." Peter answered with grin, looking at him. "D'you
know I'm bursting as well!"

"Heavens, what a surprise!"

"Quite."

What a find. Very possible. Maybe more.

About Peter's size, short light brown hair, gold rimmed glasses and most
certainly not Mr Universe. There was an obvious bulge in the shorts that
said it all. And, the voice, intelligent, maybe this could be the start of
something rather better than the usual hello, grunt, groan and if you were
very lucky a cheerio of the average cruiser.

"Mmmhh... oh well, so you're desperate as well? What a coincidence!"

"Bursting." Peter smiled.

The blue eyes flickered behind the lenses, turning to direct his bulging
shorts towards the bush directly in front of him he added with a smile, "Oh
yes, I'm definitely getting a bit desperate, what do you think of this bush
here. Need watering, d'you think?"

Peter slowly walked over, "I would say so, but. ummm.. d'you think it could
do with more than just one application? Looks very dry to me, should I
help?"

They both grinned. The ice was broken and it was a moment to take stock of
each other.

Whatever was to happen next it was promising to be one of the most well
spoken and gentlemanly encounters in the history of Peter's cruising
career!

"Be delighted! I don't normally do names on a first watering, in fact it's
safer if I don't do them at all. But," the glasses looked at Peter, then
smiled warmly, "but what the hell, I'm Tim.. and you are?"

"Peter. That's my real name."

"Thank you for your honesty. Yes, Tim is real as well." he
replied. "And... do you come here often then ummm, Peter or is Pete?"

"Either, Pete maybe." Peter grinned and gestured to the bushes, "Come here?
I'm sure if you look around you'll find the place just dripping with
evidence, some of it probably mine!"

"Ha! Very good!" Tim smiled, the fencing continued. "And, when do you come
here?"

"Whenever I can, I only live ten minutes away. And you?"

"I only started recently." Tim was unashamedly cupping the lump in the
front of his shorts.

"Ah, thought I hadn't seen you here before, you must have recently moved
here or something then?"

"Basically, yes. Although I've been here a couple of times without any real
success."  Tim paused and thought before answering. "I, uumm.. well to be
honest, I, I'm starting a new job in a couple of weeks and finally escaped
from being back at home after university so I'm making the most of my new
found freedom!"

"Well I won't ask what the job is, we all know anonymity is the thing don't
we?" replied Peter.

Tim nodded.

"So is this you're first time away from home then?"

"To work yes, other than university. I even have do my own washing now!"

"Oh, undies as well!" said Peter smiling.

Tim nodded and returned the smile. "Very much so, I do find they get so,
stained.."

"Especially if they are white."

"A sort of off-white."

"Oh." Peter didn't quite get that however he continued. "But, Tim...I have
to ask, have you ever done stuff like this before then? I mean... to be
honest you seem very laid back about being here and well, ummm, let's face
it we're cruising aren't we?"

"Cruising!" he laughed. "Tactfully put! Oh yes, cruising, that's an
understatement! I might only have just escaped mother but, I went to a
boarding school and became adopted by all the prefects who used me as,
uumm.. well you might say, their pet!"

"Bloody hell you lucky boy!"

"Oh!" his face dropped. "Not all the time, some were big boys there and
that hurt, but to be fair they were a gentle as they could. Nothing was
ever forced and they would have stopped if I'd asked."

"Sorry, I, I.."

"Thing was though, I wanted it. Really wanted it."

"That's honest." said Peter rather wistfully. "You've done more than I
have."

"I have no problem with it, in general I loved being pet." Tim laughed. "I
got the first cock up my bum when I was thirteen, luckily it only one of
the kids from the dorm, he wasn't very big and he squirted all over my bed
before he even managed to get it in... but it was fun!"

"You were a lucky sod!" said Peter, knowing didn't get really started in
the flesh with other men till he was past twenty. "I think you're going to
have to tell me all about it y'know!"

"Maybe I will, but at another time maybe, if we really decide we can get
on?"

Understandably, Tim was being cautious having been hurt before and wanted
to draw more information from Peter before he revealed much more about
himself. However, that aspect aside thanks to his very enlightened boarding
school education he was very uninhibited when it came to sex.

Tim continued unabashed, "I also like other things... like..."

"Go, go on... see if we like the same things!" interrupted Peter having
almost instantly decided he could become very good friends with Tim, "To
tell you the truth, I really got a big thing about underwear and.."

"Wow! Same here, although not everybody wants to admit to that!" said Tim,
"I love wanking in my pants, we did it at school all the time!"

Peter went a little bit red, "I got to admit it, I still do! So I'm not the
only one to have carried that on since I was kid then!"

"No. No! All the best people do! What dirty little boys we are!" Tim
grinned and continued excitedly, "And, people don't always admit to it,
let's be honest... and my other interests."

"And, your other interests? Interests, in the plural so what are they?"
Peter was now really intrigued. He liked this man.

"Well. I might as well tell you," Tim looked at Peter as though waiting to
judge his reaction, "I get really turned on by pissing in my pants!"

"Oh bloody hell!" Peter looked amazed.

"Yeah, we used to do it at school and in fact, well sometimes we would piss
over each other!"

Should he have added that last bit, Tim didn't really know. He felt there
was no point in messing about if Peter was in accord then this could
possibly be the start of a genuine friendship. Better to know Peter's
sexual preferences at the outset.

"Hell, that was some school!" Peter was quite surprised that Tim should so
casually own up to it. "That's a very brave thing to admit to! D'you know
that sort of thing is not everybody's idea of fun, is it? Most blokes I've
met find it a big turn off, not on."

"Oh shit. No. I guess you're right it's not for everybody is it?"

Tim looked crestfallen. He had obviously said the wrong thing far too early
in what he had secretly hoped might have developed into something more than
just casual sex.

"Sorry Pete, maybe I shouldn't have mentioned that, should I?"

"No, maybe not." Peter replied slowly, "Believe me, I've met a lot of
blokes who would just tell you to piss of altogether!"

Tim smiled at the joke, "Oh balls, is it that bad, is it?"

"Yes. I'm afraid so around here it is," he paused to look at Tim's glum
reaction, "they don't like to piss about!".

"Stop taking the piss! Now you're even getting me embarrassed."

"However, luckily for you I do it as well... but I just wouldn't bloody
well admit to it as easily as you did, you dirty fucker!"

It took a second for Tim to realise that he been strung along, then he
grinned.

"You bastard! I'm gonna piss over you for that!"

"Before you do that, you said interests in the plural."

"So I did." Tim looked round. "I like being spanked, we did a lot of that
at school!"

"Oh fuck!" Peter raised his eyebrows. "You like it all don't you? I've tied
somebody up but never done spanking."

"Well if you want to learn, maybe I could teach you the basics." Tim
grinned.

They had certainly seemed to strike it lucky, all they needed to do now
were to cultivate matters. Better still bring things to a mutual head.

"Well first let's water that bush." said Peter sidling up and firmly
putting his hand on Tim's bum as he looked down at the obvious tent in his
shorts. "Well, you dirty sod shall I help you have that pee or not then ?"

"Yes! But you gotta get your cock out the leg of your shorts." said Tim,
from the tone of his voice now firmly in command. "Like at school, it all
adds to fun. Watch."

Slowly he started pulling up the side of his shorts and exposing what
appeared to be the leg of some other shorts. Only then did he start to
reach up to free his swollen cock from the layers of clothing.

"Holy shit! What have you got on under those shorts?" asked Peter looking
very puzzled. "Are those boxer shorts, like they wear in the states?"

"No." Tim shook his head, Peter moved over and looked more closely.

"What the hell," Peter looked closer, "they're not are they? They look like
the sort of woollen thing me and my dad used to wear back in the early
fifties!"

Tim grinned. "They are! Trunks they were called!"

"You're bloody joking!" Peter started to laugh, "I haven't seen bloke under
about eighty wearing them these days! You can still buy 'em then? But why?"

"Because, it's what some of us used to wear at school, my mother would buy
them even though other boys were starting to wear briefs, it was a sort of
change over fashion period I guess."

"Now I remember, I did have them," said Peter, "but not for long before my
mum changed me to briefs."

"Fuck!" Tim grinned again. "They really turn me on! They're baggy and they
really stretch, at school in the dorm I could even get fucked up one of the
legs without taking them off! And they're great for pissing in!"

"Shit they must be like blotting paper!" Peter was impressed, Tim had
obviously had an exceptional time at school.

"Ah, the joys of boarding." said Tim now waving the glistening end of a
rather average sized cock in the breeze, "Get it out Pete, I want to see if
you're cut like me."

"No, I'm not."

"Good!" Tim smiled.

With one hand up the leg of his shorts Peter was obviously struggling to
pull his erect cock free from the now distinctly wet briefs.

"Bloody hell, I can't get me cock out that quick, me pants are twisted and
they're all a bit gooey now!"

"What? It's just like being at school again!" Tim started to laugh and
released his cock which immediately disappeared back up his shorts. "I'd
better give you a hand then."

"Yes, do. Bloody stupid isn't it?" Peter went a little red. "You've got me
so fucking excited I can't even get me own cock out!"

"Honestly, I'm delighted to have had that effect." Tim smiled. "And, you
can pull mine out again in a minute."

"So am I." Peter looked rather embarrassed. "I'm telling you Tim, it's not
every day that I meet a bloke in the woods and well, we seem to take to
each other."

"I suppose it's mutual." Tim looked at the ground and shuffled his
feet. "It's a nice feeling whatever it is."

"Look," replied Peter, "I don't know just call it intuition, it's an offer
of friendship whatever you want to call it. I think we could get on and it
would be bloody fantastic to have a friend with the same uumm.. sort of
interests as me!"

"Oh, you mean those interests! Oh shit!" Tim smiled, held out his hand,
"Well, hello friend! I like your honesty and while there's a lot of blokes
out there who give a good shag they don't all share out interests anywhere
as seriously as we seem to."

They shook hands.

"It's all a bit formal this," Tim grinned, "but, seriously I hope we get
on."

"In that case, formality over," replied Peter, "what I want do want to do
right now is look up your bloody shorts and see what's up there for
myself."

Tim laughed, then moved over to a large tree, putting his arms forward to
take his weight and then spreading his legs he called out to Peter to lie
on the grass below and get the view he wanted!

"Fucking hell that is amazing! I can see your balls!"

Peter was still as randy as he could be, despite his cock being painfully
hard for the last half hour. He reached up through the leg of Tim's woollen
trunks and felt a quiver as his inquisitive finger pushed it's way as far
as it could up the hot crack to momentarily touch his bumhole.

Drawing his knees up whilst still lying on his back and opened his legs
Peter suggested that maybe Tim would like to inspect the inside of his
shorts in return. The offer was gratefully accepted and Tim walked slowly
around giving Peter another chance to look up his shorts, then crouching
down he pushed a hand inside the leg of Peter's cavernous white
shorts. Making contact with the wet pouch of the briefs he traced the bulge
of Pete's cock before slowly removing his hand and licking the precum off
his fingers.

"You are a dirty boy!" he murmured, "Quite delightful, but lets not waste
anymore of that or time in case somebody walks by."

"Dirty moi? No, I'm bloody filthy!"

"Pete, I'm beginning to..."

"Yes, I can see that! It's mutual, but to business first." said Peter
having already worked out a plan. "I can't hold out much longer and we
haven't even had our piss yet have we?"

Tim shook his head and grinned, "No, neither can I, so what have you got in
mind? I'm hoping it's something bloody disgusting! Honestly I haven't been
this turned on for a long time!"

"Neither have I!" replied Peter, "Give me a hand up, I'm gonna make you cum
like you have never fucking cum before! But, it's gonna be messy."

"Sod the mess!" Tim replied, "What have I got to do?"

"Just stand here by the tree. Will you trust me and let me take the lead?"

"Sure, sometimes I like being told what to do, especially when spanked."
Tim waited in expectation, "Are we going to cum as well as piss... I bloody
well hope so.. I'm getting desperate."

Peter smiled and stood right in front of him, "Well if we don't, we're both
gonna be bloody well disappointed! Now just do as I say... OK?"

He moved so close that the bulges in their shorts started making contact,
it felt like an electric shock to Tim. This chance meeting was turning into
something wholly unexpected. Looking Tim directly in his eyes and holding
his gaze, Peter took hold of both of Tim's hands and pushed them onto the
front of his own shorts. The thin white material had already started
absorbing lots of the precum and the outline of his equally wet briefs was
now quite visible.

"Oh God!" said Tim as he felt the outline of Peter's cock through the wet
fabric, the thin shorts moving over the top of the slimy cotton.

"You always like this... leaking?"

"Always. By the gallon, even as a kid! Bloody embarrassing in the changing
rooms and that at times!"

"Dunno, lucky I reckon."

Peter held eye contact. "Now you got the measure of me... I want you to, to
put your hands up the legs on my shorts and pull me pants down or I'll
never be able to get me cock out! "

Tim needed no second bidding. Crouching in front, he slowly slid his hands
up Peter's legs until he entered the legs of shorts. He paused, pushing his
face into the wet cotton and started to suck the precum out of the
material, Peter shuddered when he felt Tim's hot breath though the wet
shorts. As the hands continued their upward journey inside the shorts they
pulled at the blue stripped waistband of the Y-fronts and succeeded in
dragging them slowly down inside the shorts. Peter's rampant cock twanged
free and stood proud within the loose shorts, the sopping briefs were left
wedged under his balls with sides hanging limply below the legs of his
shorts.

"Fucking hell Pete! I'm gonna cum in a minute!" exclaimed Tim, "I just
can't bloody hold out much longer!"

"Don't you bloody well dare cum!" replied Peter. "Now stand up, face me and
get really close."

Tim did as instructed and soon he felt Peter's hands feeling for the zip of
his shorts. Pulled slowly down it released his straining cock which
literally sprang out through the fly of both his thick trunks and shorts to
nestle in the front of Peter's own slimy shorts.

"Please don't cum, the best bits gonna happen right now!"  Peter grinned
and pushed his hand down between them. "Don't you even fucking dare think
about it."

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Chap 4 to follow