Date: Wed, 10 Feb 2016 09:22:56 +0000 From: tom Subject: Lab Techicain Chapter 36 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 36 – "But look, I got me bike pass Sir" "Hello, I thought it was you, it's, it's Alfie innit? I ain't really seen you since you helped when I fell off me bike and squashed me knackers!" Looking somewhat bored Alfie, leaning on the wall of the science block turned to see Robin now a couple of paces away. "Oh yeah, it's Robin that's right, innit? You had on them gert big trousers that was so droopy we all saw yer pants didn't we!" "Yeah alright," Robin sounded a little unhappy at being reminded of it, "well just don't bloody go on about 'em too much, `cause it`s me mum that buys 'em innit?" "Sorry, but they really was big!" Alfie smiled. "Oh... sorry!" The smile easily won Robin over, that and Alfie's hand which was obviously engaged in some form of genital manipulation. Although Robin had already planned for the day when he would catch up and be alone with Alfie, still it all helped. "Well yeah, alright they's so big I `spose we could both get in 'em!" Robin laughed and glanced at Alfie's smart grey shorts, particularly the front. "Cor, wot we both get in 'em, that'll be a right laugh!" Alfie giggled and returned the compliment by squinting at Robin's sagging trousers. "D'you still want that old belt of mine, I'd forgotten all about giving it to you. Them trousers still looks like they's gonna fall down, that's wot Mark said when we picked you up from the pavement." "Yeah please, `cause I'd forgotten you'd said you had an old one, I don't really wanna spend me pocket money on one." "Nah, don't blame you. I'll bring it in tomorrow then, if I remembers." said Alfie, thinking to himself that now talking to Robin he didn't seem that much older at all. "Ta, that'll be good." Robin was wondering how he could prolong the conversation as Alfie's shorts looked so inviting. "Mark, he's yer big brother, that's right innit?" "Yeah, he took yer bike on to school when you came in the car with Andy." "Oh yeah, that's right I remember now." how could he possibly forget being in the car with Andy and what happened when they got to school. "So how come you two gets a lift into school with uumm, wot's his name, Andy innit?" "We only just moved in, see we're only a couple houses down in the same road where Andy lives." replied Alfie innocently. "I likes him and his brother. I've helped mend his car a lot as well." "Oh, he's got a brother as well then?" "Yeah, Martin, he's like the same age as Mark." "Is Andy friendly with Mark as well?" it was the start of a fishing expedition. "I wonder how old Andy is then, `spose he must be seventeen if he can drive." "Don't think he's much older, d'you, `cause he don't look it do he?" replied Alfie, then continuing onto what he considered a more important topic. "But, course Mark ain't no good at mending things like wot I am." "Oh, I see." Robin smiled, time to move from fishing to deep pocket trawling since his rod was now ready. "So uumm... anyway, so wot you waiting yer for then?" "For me mates innit, Terry and Spunky they's `sposed to be buying some crisps from the tuck shop." replied Alfie, thinking nothing of uttering Spunky's unusual name. "I reckon the break will be over by the time they gets here and they'll have eaten all the bloody crisps anyway!" "What class you in?" Robin was already thinking the name Spunky could be a promising introduction to more exciting things. First though he had to ascertain a few facts especially since Alfie all too frequently plunged a hand deep in his shorts pocket to presumably console something inside. That something as Alfie had quickly discovered came from not wearing underpants which ensured he had been constantly erect, the downside of which was the end of his cock kept jamming itself into the rough seam by the zip. "It's form Two-H." Alfie sniffed and rubbed his nose as he looked at Robin very envious of the long trousers, but otherwise he didn't seem much older. "So wot class you in then?" "Uumm.. Three-D." said Robin, his cock now twitching in his capacious Y-fronts. "Oh," Alfie had graduated to picking his nose, "so if we's twelve in year two, you's only thirteen in year three? Wish we could have long trousers and not these shorts." "Well, some are now fourteen in me class." said Robin trying to sound at least a little more senior. "Oh, that's older." said Alfie. "Ought to be first year's only wearing shorts I thinks, not second year's as well." "I `spose. You got quite nice legs though!" Robin laughed and made a point of jokingly inspecting Alfie's legs and more importantly his shorts. "Bollocks! I got luvly legs!" Alfie looked very coy, he kicked the wall adding to the scuff marks on his relatively new shoes. "Well I reckons they've bloody well eaten all the crisps and they ain't coming!" "Looks like it, still morning Tuck shop's busy sometimes innit? Never mind." Robin was quickly formulating an introduction to the subject of sex. "Yer mate's got a funny name, wot was it, Spunky?" "Yeah," Alfie flushed, "it's `cause we reckons he.. uumm... y'know... he does it a lot!" "Wot d'you mean?" said Robin wiping his glasses with his breakfast streaked tie whilst pretending he didn't know what Alfie meant. "You know." Alfie looked furtively around. "You knows, he does it, it a lot!" "Oh, wot! It? Cor, you don't mean he.." Robin whispered, "wot he wanks? Is he old enough then?" By now Alfie was looking a little embarrassed and had started giggling. "Yeah and from wot I've heard he was the first one to be able do it in me class!" "So I `spect you can wank as well?" Robin winked. "Course I don't!" Still giggling and despite going even redder Alfie managed to appear very modest. "A little bit... maybe. Hey, wot's mean, that you don't?" "Course I do." even Robin blushed at that admission. "We all does it don't we?" "I `spose we does." confirmed the now inescapably ensnared Alfie giggling. "You can cum then, 'cause I've started cumming now." "Yeah, I can, sometimes I does it in me pants! I loves walking when it's hot and slimy like!" yet again Robin flushed, the startling honest admission was hopefully going to draw Alfie deeper into the net. "You won't tell nobody that will you?" Alfie's mouth had dropped open in surprise that Robin would admit to such a thing. However, one truth deserved another and he whispered. "Sometimes I does that as well, I don't make much stuff though!" "You do!" Robin feigned surprise, only to add. "If fact, looks like yer doing now, I'll bet you does it nearly as much as yer mate Spunky!" "Might do!" delighted at being able to talk about such taboo matters with the slightly older boy Alfie blushed again. "Do you? So uumm.. d'you do it a lot as well then?" "Yeah, a bit!" Robin grinned and nodded towards the activity within the shorts, Alfie was responding better than he'd hoped. "Be careful you don't cum in yer pants!" "Can't," the giggling increased dramatically, "see, `cause I ain't got none on!" "You ain't not got wot on?" Robin tried not to show too much enthusiasm. "No, I ain't got no pants on!" The answer was accompanied by spluttering, even more giggling and a brilliantly red face. Embarrassing as it was, Alfie was desperate to proclaim the fact that he was wearing no underpants, besides by telling Robin it might also give him another opportunity to pursue mention of the oversize Y-fronts! "Cor, bleeding hell!" exclaimed Robin in complete amazement. "Honest? You really ain't got nothing on under yer shorts?" Alfie shook his head. "Nah." "That why you keeps playing with yer willy in yer pocket?" "Wouldn't you!" Alfie nodded, so excited it was proving difficult to speak. "So, if you was to sit down I could look up yer shorts and see yer willy?" Robin, was now having great difficulty in controlling himself, a tiny wet spot having developed, but then he was only thirteen. "I `spose so." Alfie finally replied. "Why, d'you wanna have a look?" "You wot! Yeah course!" Robin was quite surprised at how uninhibited Alfie appeared to be. Alfie on the other hand was just so aroused and so incredibly proud of the fact he was wearing no underpants, it was becoming almost like displaying a badge of honour. Robin though for his part had not even asked the most obvious question as to why not. "I'll sit on that wall over there," said Alfie looking around, "then you can bend down in front and pretend to tie yer shoes up and have a butchers up me shorts!" Robin couldn't really believe his luck not only was Alfie highly sexed, but evidently without too many inhibitions. How though to best cultivate the new friendship and engineer a situation which would enable him not just to look up the legs of Alfie's shorts, but get his hands up there as well? The tiny wet spot looked destined to become slightly bigger. "I'm go over there and sit down now, so you watch." giggling Alfie moved towards the low wall that led down from the steps as Robin moved to stand only three or four feet in front and slowly bent down to retie his shoelace. "Can't see much." said Robin after more than few seconds of very excitedly peering up into the unknown. "It's too dark to see anything." "Oh!" Alfie was disappointed. It seemed a little unfair that having risking going without his underpants for the day, the boy to whom he had offered the view of lifetime should be unable to take advantage of the situation and see his straining organ because it was too dark. "I gotta idea, but uumm.. dunno whether you'd want to do it like," whispered Robin, the haltingly phrased offer was aimed solely at seducing Alfie, "see `cause, I'm... I'm allowed down by the bike sheds `cause I cycles in, so why don't we, well we could..." "Yeah, yeah! We, we could?" interrupted Alfie, quickly standing and moving over up to hear the barely audible suggestion. "We could do wot?" "We go down there dinner time, you could stand on top the bike racks and I could look up yer shorts real close and have a quick look..." "Yeah. Yeah!" exclaimed Alfie excitedly giving his erection an extra squeeze. "I `spose you could have a look at mine as well," Robin's voice was getting hoarse with the excitement, plus he was in danger of an involuntary ejaculation himself, "well, course, if only you really wanted too, you don't have to if you don't want too." Alfie nodded frantically, too thrilled to speak. At last he was going to get see a thirteen year old cock, not a big boys like Mark's fifteen year old specimen, but thirteen year old one. And, he would be thirteen the next year, so how much bigger would it be? Would it mean he could make more sticky stuff? And, equally importantly, how was he going to stop himself ejaculating for the next two lessons! "So don't tell nobody, not even yer mates. OK?" Robin twitched, another small blob had joined the other deposits in his briefs. "So we'll meet up back here dinner time, just the two of us before the first sitting and nip down to bike sheds. You do eats on the second sitting don't you, same as me?" Alfie grinned and nodded even more frantically than before. The dreadful memories of being caught masturbating with Terry and Spunky only the day before having all magically evaporated, only thoughts of what he and Robin could get up to remained. "Yer, quick before we goes write, yer down yer address," said Robin rummaging in his school bag to find a rather blunt pencil and then rip out half a page from the back of his history book. "I'm giving you me address so maybe I'll cycle round one day and... and you say wot's his name, Andy he lives by you as well?" "Andy, oh yeah," said Alfie instantly taking the scrap of paper, "and, you give me yer address now as well, `cause I rides all over the place and might call in one day." "Anytime, that'll be good." Robin smiled. "I can't wait to have a look, if they're as good as you say." said Martin excitedly walking in front of Adam to the far corner of the playground. "Lets go over by that music block again, `cause nobody can really see wot we're looking at over there." "We got all of break, there's plenty of time, slow down a bit." Adam slung his bag over his shoulder and followed. "There's them fucking first year kids again." said Martin as they got closer. "We'll have to get rid of them." "Oi, you little wankers now fuck off out of it!" said Adam in a commanding tone as they approached the three first year boys. They looked up like startled rabbits, their large font teeth completing the image. "Why should we? We was fucking here first!" It was a brave reply from a spotty specimen with a pair of white stick-like legs which protruded beneath a blazer which had been bought with a cost conscious maternal eye allowing more than generous room for growth, possibly even another inhabitant. "Don't you fucking swear at me like that you cheeky little cunt!" exclaimed Martin lunging at the blazer that had dared answer back. The blazer neatly sidestepped of the way leaving Martin catching thin air. "I'll break your fucking neck for that!" Quite naturally, the others didn't fancy having their necks broken either. Taking the non too subtle hint they immediately gathered up their possessions and shot off at high speed to the relative safety of the playground. However, tempting providence the oversize blazer on it's spindly white legs danced around, thumbing a nose at Adam whilst it's owner made an unwise gesture with finger and thumb together with a rather uncouth suggestion to Martin. "Go fuck yerselves!" "We'll get you, you fucking little twatt!" responded Martin making another move towards him, which forced him to head in the other direction to where Adam was standing. "I'll get the little bastard!" cried Adam sensing it could be an entertaining interlude, with the added bonus of getting to handle the younger boy. "I'll tell me mother!" screamed the blazer in panic having suddenly realising there was no escape and that taunting older, bigger boys was neither conducive to his health nor possibly to his oversize new blazer. "And, we'll tell her how you fucking swears! No little fucker tells me to fuck meself! We'll fuck you instead!" said Adam. Martin called out to Adam as he got closer. "Cut him off, don't let him escape!" "I'll fucking cut him off alright!" Adam looked as menacing as he could without actually laughing, the blazer was not in a happy place. "Now I fucking got you little fucking prick!" "I `spect he's only got a little prick!" Martin laughed. "We'd better have a look?" "No! No!" cried the petrified blazer subconsciously holding the front of the shorts. Adam was now only a yard away and in the excitement threw his bag to the ground and dived at the blazer, which it has to be said was looking nowhere near as smug as it had been only two minutes earlier. The bag fairly skidded along the tarmac distributing the contents as it went, leaving Adam with both arms outstretched poised to grab the blazer. "Please, please don't hurt me new blazer or me mum will..." pleaded the blazer's' frightened occupant, his cry of desperation cut short as Adam's hands grabbed at the sleeves. "We'll fuck yer new blazer alright!" replied Adam. "I reckon he's more scared of his mum than us!" concluded Martin grinning. "Please... mind me blazer!" "I said fuck yer blazer!" Adam, his grip already starting to fail as gravity forced him to earth was reaching out to grab at anything that would stop the boys escape. Watching, Martin was verging on hysterics as Adam fell to the ground, his fingers clawing at anything they could get hold onto. As they traversed downwards from the blazer to the grey shorts below it was inevitable that the elasticated waistband would easily submit to a light downward pull and grant Adam his wish. A second later the shorts were indeed around the boys ankles which left Adam staring into the pee stained fly of a pair of baggy Y-fronts which also it appeared had more than ample capacity for growth. Either that or the boys mother was expecting him to spout a monster cock later on! Martin was leaning against the wall of the music block helpless with laughter, Adam couldn't believe what he was seeing, the poor first year boy appeared to have frozen in fright. Moments later Adam on realising what had happened joined Martin in starting to laugh and pointing as the boy, totally humiliated he reached down to pull his shorts up and endeavour to escape to the safety of his friends in the playground. Dishevelled, his shirt partially unbuttoned and hanging out to expose his briefs, tie pulled from the collar and all capped by his oversize blazer the boy scrabbled to get away. However, on reaching down to rescue his bag he noticed something that had fallen out of Adam's bag when it had been so violently thrown down. The used envelope that contained the photographs had split open and they lay like postcards fanned out on the ground. The top photograph enticingly depicted a hand that barely wrapped around an extremely large organ, quickly grabbing at the pictures he departed as fast as he could, pushing them into his bag as he escaped. Still convulsed with laughter at visions of the boy without his trousers, Martin and Adam were unaware that anything was missing when they finally roused themselves to collect up Adam's belongings before settling down to view the photographs. Whilst termed lunchtime to the general populace, to the majority of pupils across the land the midday break was colloquially termed dinner time. The County Grammar school was no exception with two sittings being required to cope with seating the number of pupils, usually year's one, two and three took the second sitting. Alfie having made an excuse to Terry and Spunky about seeing Mark that day was excitedly waiting by the steps for Robin to appear, he didn't have to wait long. "Come on then, follow me." said Robin striding off with both hands in his pockets, not only did that allow him to manipulate matters, but also went some way to help holding his trousers up! "How we gonna do it?" asked Alfie not wishing to run, but having some difficulty in walking to keep up with Robin as his cock was beginning to chaff inside his shorts. "Dunno," Robin paused to push his glasses back into position, "lets see wot's there." "But wot if we gets caught yer by a teacher, it'll be alright won't it?" "Yeah be alright, cause I got a bike pass thing to go in there, see `cause I got me bike there, so we can say that I come to get something out me saddlebag can't we?" "Oh, I `spose so." Alfie wasn't entirely sure and neither did it make a lot sense. "It'll be alright." Robin, held the metal gate open for Alfie. "If yer caught here in the day without a bike pass you gets a detention. They started that last term to stop them bigger kids hiding down here and having a fag, now they all goes behind the gert hedge by the carpark for a smoke." "Have you tried smoking then?" Alfie was thinking, was it one more thing to try on the path to growing up or from what he'd seen of Mark's reaction be best forgotten? "Sort of, but felt gert sick so I throwed it away." "Oh, same as Mark, `cept he throwed up when he tried it last summer and mum got real narky with him," said Alfie laughing, "then weeks later he got pissed on dad's whiskey and they went nuts, so I don't think he's doing that again either!" "Well don't you go throwing up on me!" Robin grinned, he stopped and pointed to a red bicycle in the end rack adjacent to the wall. "Look, that's me new bike. I thought if we keeps outta sight by the wall here then we'll hear if anybody's coming, yeah?" "Yeah, I `spose so." Alfie looked around not feeling entirely at ease, but accepting that Robin being older should know best. "Cor, it's a nice bike innit? Hey I gotta idea, wot if I sit on the saddle then you could look up me shorts easier?" "Yeah, even better. Well get on it then, the bike rack'll hold it up alright." "You sure it ain't gonna fall over?" asked Alfie, the bike wobbled a little as he climbed up and perched on the saddle. "Hey, now `spose I put me feet on the handlebars then you should have a real good look down in me shorts." "Yeah great." Robin was excitedly rubbing something through his pocket, having squeezed in by the wall he was standing next to the handlebars and peering down into the depths of Alfie's shorts. "Can you play with yer willy through yer pocket while you sits like that?" After almost five minutes of giggling and much experimentation Robin finally said that he could almost, but not quite see what was happening inside. However he did have another suggestion, which unbeknown to Alfie was the one he had really wanted to enact in the first place. "Wot's that then?" "Would you... well I thought maybe... uumm.. as I can't see it, that uumm." Robin looked hopefully at Alfie, the glasses magnifying his rapidly dilating pupils until they looked like a pair of animated poached eggs, "well, could I put me hand up and... and feel for it.. but only if you wants.. like.." "Thought you'd never ask!" spluttered Alfie before dissolving into a fit of giggling. "Oh!" Robin flushed, slightly embarrassed that for all his subterfuge he had been the one to be gently duped by the younger boy who seemed to be as randy as he was. "How can I feel yours then?" asked Alfie straight out, he couldn't wait to tell his new friends what a thirteen year old cock looked and felt like. That in turn was the moment that Robin had been waiting for, knowing full well that the inside of his briefs were already becoming a slimy mess and that it would take the absolute minimum of handling by Alfie before he would ejaculate. "Look... well, uumm... `spose I stands right by you and undoes me zip then you could feel around inside me pants a bit while yer still on me bike." Alfie nodded excitedly and watched as Robin's hand started to make it's way up the leg of his shorts. The inquisitive fingers gently rubbing the inside of his leg as they slowly travelled up to the hairless ball sac, the expectation and feeling as arousing for Alfie as it was for Robin. Slowly the detailed exploration continued from legs, to balls to the organ itself. Pushing the tip of finger into the hot, sticky cavity afforded by Alfie's foreskin, Robin pressed on to the slippery head eliciting moans of delight, before finally moving to curl his hot and sticky fingers around the rigid member. "Quick undo yer zip then so I can get inside." gasped Alfie, moving around on the saddle in the hope of pushing it further into his crack. Robin grunted and with his free hand struggled with the zip, Alfie instantly pushing his hand inside the fly as fast as he could, exclaimed moments later. "Robin, it ain't no good, can't get me hand in proper like this `cause me wrist is rubbing on yer zip, you'll have to undo the waist clip thing!" "Fuck, then me trousers will fall down!" "Nah they won't, bloody hold 'em up with yer other hand while you feels me up!" "Bleeding hell, it's tricky!" replied Robin as he battled with his free hand to undo the clasp, finally succeeding and allowing his ample stomach to expand to it's full girth. "Oh... bloody hell!" grunted Alfie immediately pulling Robin's white shirt clear to expose the Y-fronts, now actually displaying an obvious wet patch. "Oh shit! You ain't cum already have you, I wanted to see that!" "Nearly.. but I been holding on, so bloody hurry up!" groaned Robin, his fingers inside Alfie's shorts busily working the foreskin up and down. "If yer quick you can grab it before I cums." "You ain't the only one, bet you cums a gert lot if you leaks like that!" Alfie need no second bidding and immediately plunged his hand down inside the wet briefs to discover a gloriously hot and slimy wonderland. It was the sum produce of Robin's permanently oozing cock, including seminal deposits from the morning's boring history lesson along with the accumulated dribbles of expectation instigated by thoughts of Alfie. Noting there wasn't much extra length to Robin's cock, but that it was certainly far fatter than anything he had seen from his classmates, Alfie began doing to it what he liked to do himself, which was to play with the slippery foreskin. Sadly such play didn't last much longer than the few seconds before Robin moaned, closed his eyes and began to tremble as his orgasm took hold. For a thirteen year old he produced an amazing quantity of spunk which when added to the existing mess in his briefs felt to Alfie almost as though his hand was immersed in a bowl of warm frog's spawn! Subjected to such intense sensations and of course Robin's fingers which were still actively engaged inside his shorts, Alfie began to tremble and squirt his own modest contribution over Robin's hand. "Cor, that was brilliant." gasped Robin nearly a full minute later, leaning back against the brick wall, his eye's still closed, his glasses somewhat awry and in danger of falling off the end of his nose. "Oh yeah.." breathing very rapidly Alfie could barely reply, it seemed the earth had definitely moved even if the bike had remained static. "Alfie." "Wot." came the mumbled reply. "I think you should take your hand out from Robin's underpants." "Wot, why?" At that point the voice sounded strangely very familiar, too familiar in fact. Rather like something from a comedy, Alfie slowly opened one eye which swivelled around and then instantly closed, not daring to move, not one muscle, his hand remained in warm, slimy safety of Robin's briefs. A moment later his body gradually left the vertical, yet miraculously remaining on the saddle to slump against the adjacent brick wall. Robin's eyes also remained closed, his knees were literally knocking, he also knew the voice. It was the voice of Mr Chatworth, his form master from the previous year. The only good thing about being caught was that it was by Mr Chatworth, who being one of the younger masters did seem to be considerably more understanding than some of the older teachers. Nevertheless, Robin was thrown into outright panic and instantly felt in his blazer pocket for the precious cycle shed pass as though it were the panacea to being entrapped in their more than embarrassing predicament. "But look, I got me bike shed pass Sir!" he mumbled proudly waving the crumpled pass with semen smeared fingers whilst simultaneously trying to push his glasses back up his nose. The truth was that Mr Chatworth was rather amused by the whole thing. As a form master he not only knew both the boys, but also fully appreciated that once boys of that age had discovered the pleasures of the flesh there was little that could take precedence. That was if of course, the flesh was willing although at thirteen it was always willing day or night. "So I see." Trying not to smile at the absurdity of the situation he looked at Robin and then looked again, the hand that madly waved the pass was the very same one that had been holding up his trousers. Under gravity the trousers descended around his feet and immediately put the infamous semen impregnated Y-fronts on display. "Alfie, please get your hand out of Robin's underpants and let him pull his trousers back up!" repeated Mr Chatworth struggling to keep a stern tone to his voice. There was no response from Alfie at all. Robin though, having now lost his trousers along with the remnants of any self-respect had patently had enough and a third year boy or not, tears were very much in evidence. Chapter 37 to follow