Date: Wed, 09 Mar 2016 00:04:04 +0000 From: tom Subject: LabTech Chapter 38 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 38 – Pandora's Pants "Pull 'em down a bit more," grunted Geoff, "then get me cock in yer mouth and suck the bloody thing!" Mark didn't need telling twice. After his initial oral encounter with Alfie, to graduate to having the oversize head of Geoff's weeping member fill his mouth was to be a supremely pleasurable experience. Slurping away he diligently applied himself to the task in mouth, extraneous dribbles of saliva escaping from his lips as he savoured the delicious supply of precum that Geoff seemed so effortlessly to produce. "Fucking hell, that's really good! But you gotta stop right now or I'm gonna cum." exclaimed Geoff pulling away after a couple of minutes. "Now don't move, just stand there and I'll do you now." Proud at his success as a trainee cock sucker, almost par excellent, Mark stood as instructed eagerly awaiting his turn for similar attention as Geoff knelt in front of him. Arousal was not a strong enough adjective to describe Mark's sexual feelings at that moment. His sexual liberation had been swift and having cast inhibitions aside he had so far eclipsed all of his previous sexual activity and really hoped to go even further by ending up naked with Geoff between the semen stained sheets. "I'm gonna have to take me glasses off if I'm gonna get close enough to suck you." said Geoff, who then starting to giggle as he added. "Me eyesight is crap up close so I might have to feel me way into yer pants!" "Feel wot you wants!" replied Mark. "Anything... anything!" "I will, so don't bloody worry about that." Geoff leaned over to put his glasses on the bedside chair. "Anything, does that include yer, yer bum?" "If you want." Mark could barely speak, he clenched his fists, the excitement was almost too much and he was desperately afraid he would cum before Geoff had even started exploring. "Fucking hell mate, you stinks of cum!" If only he could have focused properly on the view inside the red briefs Geoff would have realised the complete spectrum of semen was there in all it's glory to greet him. Ranging from the crystalline to the freshly oozed, each with it's very own distinctive texture and aroma it was a spunk fetishists dream, wet or otherwise! "When d'you last change these pants then?" Geoff was giggling like a ten year old and deeply inhaling the smells, plainly his preponderance for semen stained clothing was shared by Mark. "You likes wearing 'em when they're all messy don't you?" "Uumm.. oh... well.. yeah.. alright I do!" Mark was starting to get embarrassed now, knowing he had been wearing them for at least the second day and also slept in them under his pyjamas. However, luckily for him, with Geoff's impaired vision he was unable to see in detail the full extent of the horrors that lay within. Best described not so much as when Alfie's encounter had equated them to Pandora's Box, but more as Pandora's Pants. Other than the glorious selection of stains and smells there were other very personal touches adding to Geoff's full enjoyment, the strong bodily aroma, dried pee, sweat and the varied selection of encrustations in the pubic hair. Since Mark had only lived the solo sex life he had never considered that one day somebody might actually want to get inside his disgusting underpants and take hold, let alone suck his much abused cock so any thought of washing had never even been considered. "Two days, smells more like two weeks you dirty bugger!" replied Geoff pulling the elastic far enough to allow his head to almost go inside. "Phew! Oh fucking hell, I wanna wear these after!" "Wow... fucking hell yeah, if I can have yours!" gasped Mark, managing to instantly forget all the hygiene related embarrassment of only moments before. "Oh bloody hell... it's fucking brilliant... oh, why ain't I got a foreskin?" gasped Geoff. "Don't expect yer parents bothered to ask you!" Mark too was now descending into childish giggling. "Please, just bloody do something to me before I cums!" Geoff, still drawing in the heavenly fragrances tried to focus his eyes on the little white specs that appeared to decorate the red material, particularly the excess around where the head of Mark's cock would live. "Wot's all them little white bits stuck to yer pants then?" "Oh.. uumm..." Mark cursed himself, why hadn't he washed before going to school that day when knowing he was going home after with Geoff for some form of sex. A vision of Geoff having a repetition of Alfie's recent off-putting experience and almost vomiting when taking a mouthful of fetid cock flashed before him. The very last thing he wanted was to put Geoff off any further sexual encounters. "Might be a, just a tiny bit of cheese there." he said very lamely. "Oh.. wot cock cheese? Wot from yer foreskin?" asked Geoff, sounding really upbeat at the very thought of it. "Wish I had one, then I could make cheese as well! So wot's it taste like then, is it anything like lumpy spunk?" "Oh.. it's alright.. a bit sorta.. uumm... " mumbled Mark, praying there wasn't too much in evidence, in reality in his unwashed state there was a positive surfeit. "D'you eat it? I might try a bit!" "Have done... it's a bit strong!" he coughed. "You only needs a tiny bit." It was a partially honest reply, the full reply should have gone on to say it was utterly revolting! "Wot, oh... it's a sorta delicacy thing then is it?" Geoff sniffed. "Wish I had some!" "Well.." "Is it like that posh stuff, wot's it called," Geoff thought, "ah, it's, caviar stuff innit?" "Caviar? That's a sorta fish shit innit?" even to Mark it seemed an apt description. "I `spose so, so then you probably got some cock shit!" he laughed as he tentatively felt inside. "So, is that wot's smelling then, the cheese? Cor, must be a gert lot of it!" "Maybe, I `spose!" Mark cringed, knowing it didn't smell, it stank! "It's hot and sticky!" exclaimed Geoff now inside and gently stroking on the foreskin. "Ohhhh... fuck!" squeaked Mark, his voice going up an octave on feeling the strange fingers starting to pull his foreskin back and thus unwisely pollute the atmosphere. Even with his impaired vision Geoff could see that having revealed the purple head, the area around the rim where the foreskin joined was absolutely packed with a creamy coloured, highly suspect looking substance. "Fucking hell look at that!" unable to take his eyes off it he took a deep breath. "It smells don't it! I'm gonna play with yer foreskin a minute `cause I ain't got one, then'll I might give it a suck, so don't cum yet!" "Just be fucking quick before I do!" "Cor, is all this that fucking white stuff round yer knob cheese then?" said Geoff excitedly. "I'm gonna have to put me glasses back on and have a proper look!" Mark was mortified and unable to speak. To be more precise he really was totally and utterly ashamed of himself, he prayed that Geoff's unwelcome discovery would not signal the end of their blossoming friendship. In fact, it was to have quite the reverse effect, as Geoff's interest in matters involving bodily substances of such a revolting and highly intimate nature frequently featured in his fantasies. "Oh fucking hell look, I just touched it and a gert lump fell off in yer pants!" continued Geoff casually adjusting his glasses with his other hand. "A gert lump of?" queried Mark desperately hoping it wasn't what he thought it was. It was. Worse, Geoff was now rubbing it between his fingers. "Don't it feel horrible and... oh, fucking hell! it tastes fucking horrible!" Geoff spat it out on the floor. Thrice mortified Mark just stood there, even his erection was considering wilting. "You know you got enough cheese there to make a fucking gert sandwich!" Doubly thrice mortified and not laughing at the joke Mark continued to stand, which was more than his flagging cock had decided to do, it really began tilting to earth. "But, I ain't eating it!" Geoff started to laugh at his own joke. "And, I ain't sucking you either, well not till you've bloody washed it! You are a filthy fucker!" Thrice mortified to the power of nine, Mark was almost on the verge of tears thinking he had destroyed his new found friendship in what could only be the most humiliating manner possible. It was indeed a most salutatory lesson in hygiene. "Why you going soft?" Geoff's fingers toyed with the foreskin, trying to keep the erection up. "Wot's up, why've you gone quiet? Come on, we ain't even cum yet!" "We wot.." Mark tried to clear his throat, did that mean Geoff really wanted to continue. "Wot d'you mean? Is we carrying on then? I thought you'd stopped `cause of me dirty cock?" "Just `cause I ain't putting it in me mouth, don't mean we're gonna stop do it?" replied Geoff rubbing himself through the soggy Aertex briefs. "Besides I really likes you, `cause you's is such a filthy fucker!" "You really likes me `cause I'm a filthy fucker?" Martin sounded incredulous, it seemed he really had met his match in Geoff, somebody who also loved the more disgusting aspects of having an underwear fetish. "Yeah, course I do and I also wanna do..." "Do wot?" asked Mark, still absorbing Geoff's honesty in their underwear fixation. Geoff paused before putting forward what he knew to be a audacious suggestion, something which he knew wouldn't probably be considered by anybody else except Mark, who as he had correctly guessed had very similar interests to his own. "You wanna wot?" asked Mark slowly, he had a feeling that Geoff wasn't intending to settle for masturbation, but what else could he want, since solo masturbation was all he knew? "Well I knows you loves wearing spunky clothes and not washing yer cock, so.." "Maybe..." interrupted Mark, "so wot is it?". "I wanna wash the cheese out yer foreskin, then I might suck you and we can cum over each other on me bed!" "Fucking hell! Wot! You wanna clean me cock! " Mark was mildly shocked, certainly embarrassed, but not entirely adverse to the suggestion. "That's fucking disgusting!" "Yeah I know, but I really loves disgusting things!" Geoff grinned. "And, I gotta feeling you likes that stuff as well don't you? Besides, now we're here we can't go till we've both cum, can we?" "Oh, well I'd really like to cum.. to cum.. with you." mumbled Mark. "I only got me bum and me cock, but you'd be surprised at wot I can do with 'em!" Geoff laughed, he was itching to get his hands on Mark and have his evil way with him. "See, I reckons we can do things together you that you ain't even thought of!" "Oh, only if you really want, well uumm.. too." Marked tried to sound as though he was unsure, it certainly didn't fool Geoff. "I `spose we could try something." "Great!" Mark gulped thinking that on first sight, Geoff replete with his NHS glasses didn't look in the slightest bit interested in sex or even as though he masturbated. It belied the fact he was positively addicted to boy sex, be it in fantasy or in the flesh when he could entice someone to join him. Mark was destined to become a very willing partner in whatever depraved scenario Geoff could think up. "I, I `spose you can do me cock if you really wants too." said Mark, hopefully. "Course I bloody do." Geoff took charge, he was not letting the opportunity pass. "Now, let's get undressed and get yer cock washed." "Oh alright." Mark somewhat nervously fiddled with his briefs, having recognised that for the first time he was going to be handled and naked in front of another boy. "Then," said Geoff excitedly pulling on the slack elastic of his sodden Aertex briefs, "and then we'll swop pants before we gets in me bed." "Right." mumbled Mark, knowing that reticence wasn't something that ever occurred when he performed with Geoff in his bedtime fantasies. This time it was for real. "Let's get on with it before me mum comes back." said Geoff glancing at his watch. "You sure she won't be early?" Marked looked nervously around. "Nah, she's ain't never been early yet." replied Geoff putting his hands around the waistband of Mark's red briefs. "Come on then, let's get these off!" Andy had had a most disconcerting afternoon. Thinking about Robin was one thing, but to be confronted and asked outright if he wanted to join him in some form of sexual act had really thrown him. In truth he needed to talk to either Peter or Tim about being propositioned by the younger boy, but couldn't bring himself to do it. Knowing how strongly they both felt about getting involved with pupils at the school. Andy had to find some way of broaching the subject without letting on he had already partaken of the forbidden fruit, plums in particular. The drive home away from the school had given him some space to think about it, although by the time he arrived home he was no further forward other than knowing any thoughts of Robin would get himself aroused. "Oh good yer back." Martin it seemed had been lying in wait and was standing on the pavement by the car before it had even stopped. "Why, wot is it?" asked Andy opening the car door, trying to delete Robin from this thoughts and now focus on his brother. "It's them photos we took," Martin looked around obviously fearing a blight of eavesdroppers in the hedge, "we've lost a couple." "You done wot? A couple of wot?" Andy was definitely now refocused. "Wot, of them photos that I took? Were they any good?" "Yeah, lost a couple of them. They was fucking brilliant." Martin was working himself up into a state of panic. "We was gonna look at them in the playground and found a couple had gone missing." "They didn't go fucking missing by themselves did they, so one you two's lost `em." Andy sighed, knowing that at least he didn't feature in any of them. "So just calm down and tell me wot happened." Five minutes later, Andy more or less had the full story, including the full details of when Adam ensured the boy temporarily lost his shorts. Knowing he wasn't in any of the pictures and purposely hadn't included any faces there seemed little to get worked up over. That was, unless the participants could be identified solely by their cocks and make of underwear. Whatever, it would give Martin and Adam something to fret over and occupy themselves with for a while! "Fucking obvious innit, wot you gotta do is find that first year kid and duff the little bugger up till he tells you wot he done with 'em!" replied Andy. "Or you could always set Adam on him, I'll bet he'll have trouble keeping his sticky hands off him now he knows wot's under his shorts!" "Oh shit!" Martin's jaw dropped. "You don't think he'd do anything to him do you?" "Nah, I'm bloody joking! Just make sure his shorts don't fall down again and that he keeps his back to the wall!" Andy grinned and moved towards the house. "Right, can I go in now then?" "Wot you two doing then?" "Oh no, oh fucking hell!" muttered Andy under his breath as the smile went from his face, he looked behind him not that he needed too. "Bloody Alfie!" "Saw you today at dinner time didn't I when I was with Robin?" "Yeah." Andy reluctantly faced the fact that Alfie could now also equate with Robin. "Who's Robin then?" asked Martin unaware the attraction Andy had for him. "Oh, a boy at school." replied Andy looking away. "Yeah, he's one of me mates now." said Alfie proudly, much to Andy's dismay. "Oh!" Andy immediately wondered if was it simply an innocent friendship or was the very appealing and highly persuasive Robin fostering designs on Alfie as well? "Is he in yer class then?" said Martin. "Nah, he's a third year, year above, he's thirteen see." Alfie looked at Andy. "We met him when he fell off his bike, so we gave him a lift to school didn't us Andy?" "Yeah, that's right." he said quietly. "He's funny, see his mum buys all his clothes too big," Alfie started to giggle, "so's his gert big trousers keeps sorta falling down and you can see his big white pants!" "That should suit you then you dirty little bugger!" Martin grinned. "So does he get on with yer other mates, wot they called Harry and Wanky or something innit?" Alfie thought the whole thing very funny and continually giggled as he spluttered. "Nah, he ain't met 'em yet. Anyway they's called Terry and Spunky." "Well I gotta go and change." said Andy concluding it could be very unsettling to hear any more of Alfie's new friend Robin, he turned and walked towards the house. "Wot's up with him?" asked Alfie watch him go through the front garden. "Dunno," Martin smiled, "maybe he needs to go to the bog in a hurry!" "Oh shit!" Alfie giggled yet again. "Where's Mark then, you two's usually together?" "He was gonna go to Geoff's house after school, he should be home soon." The hand in Alfie's pocket had started to become active. Martin watched out the corner of his eye unaware that only ten minutes earlier it had been extremely active in the bathroom as Alfie relived his meeting with Robin in the bicycle shed. "Wot was he doing there, anything exciting?" said Martin casually, wondering if it were sexually orientated. "Just visiting?" "Dunno." Alfie missed the point, but continuing to play with his over sensitive cock through the pocket of his blue shorts. "Alfie, you ain't wanking are you?" Martin instantly knew shouldn't have said it, but couldn't resist as the movements inside the thin shorts looked so incredibly erotic. "Nah, I just..." he stopped mid sentence, "oh fuck!" "Wot in the bathroom?" Martin grinned. "Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" bright red Alfie stamped his foot. "Fuck!" "It's alright, we all does it now and again when we comes home from school!" admitted Martin looking rather ashamed as he did so. "I won't say nothing." "Have you... today then?" asked the red face. "No, not today, honest." he smiled. "I'll tell you a secret, I did yesterday though!" After that revelation Alfie looked a lot happier, he edged nearer to Martin to whisper. "D'you Remember when we was polishing the car and we talked about having gert secrets?" "Yeah, why you got one?" Martin's ears pricked up along with his prick. "So, shall I tell you one? But you gotta promise won't tell nobody will you?" "Course not." Martin nodded, trying not to show too much interest having, like his engorged cock as he instantly assumed it was sexually related. Alfie was bursting to tell somebody he could trust of his meeting with Robin earlier that day. He looked furtively around in case the hedge had acquired listening capabilities since Martin had checked earlier when talking to Andy about the photos. "Mart, you really promise `cause it's a gert secret and you won't tell nobody?" "Just said so didn't I, alright I promise again!" "I did things with Robin in the bike sheds at dinner time!" Alfie barely whispered. "I know yer whispering so nobody can hear you, but I can't bloody hear you either!" said Martin smiling. "So tell me again." "I did things with Robin in the bike sheds at dinner time!" he repeated whispering only fractionally louder after yet again checking nobody could possibly overhear. "You did wot?" Martin's cock was virtually vertical. "Wot exactly?" "See, I was, I, I've..." the hand in the pocket was now frantic, "I've been wanking in the bike sheds with Robin during dinner break!" "You fucking wot?" Martin was surprised, especially at Alfie's candour and the obvious trust put in telling him. This really was a secret, but he needed more detail to be able to turn it into a fantasy. "Did he ask you or did you ask him?" "Can't remember, I think it's `cause I saw his pants when his trousers slipped down again, that's when I told him I didn't have none on!" Alfie waited for a reaction. "Wot, you had no pants on!" he looked at Alfie in amazement. "Why not?" "It's all `cause of Mark, him and his mate Geoff was really mean and played wot they thought was a gert joke on me." Alfie pulled a face and looked very angry. "I ain't telling you all that stuff now, but, but I'll have 'em, them sods!" "That don't sound very nice." Mark was more intrigued than ever. "Bad joke then was it?" "Yeah it were. But I don't bloody care." Alfie sniffed. "I'll do something to him." "So go on, wot happened with Robin in the bike sheds." Martin's cock was in need of some attention and for once he didn't mind if Alfie noticed that he was giving it some through his trouser pocket. In fact for reasons he couldn't understand, he rather hoped it would be noticed. "He got his hand up the leg of me shorts so I pushed mine down the front of his baggy trousers and we did things." mumbled Alfie blushing. "Things." "Wot, a hand up yer shorts?" queried Martin wondering what he would find inside, if only he could have done exactly the same thing right then and there. Having once started to divulge the sordid details and tell the story in a virtual grope by grope fashion Alfie's confidence grew whilst he continued to stroke himself, almost appearing to forget that Martin was watching. "Fucking hell wish I'd been there!" said Martin, sounding very excited. His obvious enthusiasm was to prove unwise since Alfie immediately took it as a sign that Martin now wanted to do something with him. Which of course which he did, but was desperately trying to do the right thing and resist due to their age difference and the fact they lived so close to each other. "And, I still ain't got no pants on now!" said Alfie grinning as he completed the story, his hand active in his pocket. "You ain't?" Martin swallowed. "Oh fuck.. so, that's yer willy yer touching now!" "Yeah,I ain't got no pants on." it was then he looked across at Martin and took note of his grey school trousers which did little to hide his erection nor what looked like a small shiny spot by the fly. "Mart, you won't tell nobody wot I told you will you?" "No, course I won't. I'd promised didn't I?" "Yeah, so if I asked you to do something and I promised not to tell, that be alright?" "I `spose so." replied Martin thinking more about Alfie's shorts than the question. "I can see you've got a gert leaky hard on now, you have ain't you?" "Yeah... oh wot!" Now it was Martin's turn to look down at the bulge and see the growing wet patch, his subsequent embarrassment certainly did little to prepare him for Alfie's next suggestion. "And, you ain't wanked since coming home?" "No." very flushed, Martin shook his head, not really thinking where Alfie's line of questioning was heading. "If I does it now in me shorts, would you do it with me and cum in yer pants?" Alfie caught his eye. "You could face the hedge so nobody'd see you!" Martin's jaw dropped, it was tempting, but dare he? It was a request he certainly wasn't expecting, under any other circumstances he might take Alfie up on it. "Then that'll be our special secret then won't it?" Alfie's winning smile was all but irresistible. "I knows our Mark often wanks in his pants then wears 'em all slimy and I thinks you likes doing that as well. You does don't you?" Martin took a deep breath, his briefs were certainly quite slimy as it was, would a little more spunk make any real difference? Besides, it wasn't as though he was going to touch Alfie or they were going look at each others cocks. "But, didn't you say you'd only just done it?" Martin's question was designed to slow matters down and give him time to think. "Yeah, me willy's a bit sore `cause I did it on the bus coming home as well!" Alfie flushed and without warning pulled the elasticated waistband of his blue shorts away from his body and looked inside. "Me ends gone a bit red, but I thinks I can do it! D'you wanna see it?" "Wanna see it?" repeated Martin in daze. "Can do if you wants, be part of our secret then wunnit?" "So that's," Martin's thoughts were diverted towards his mental arithmetic which was being sorely tested, as was his cock, the wet spot on his trousers was certainly enlarging, "so that's, that's three times, dinner time with Robin and then, then twice in the last hour.. oh bloody hell!" "I `spose that's right, oh and don't forget this morning before school!" Alfie moved to stand right next to him just inside the front garden. "So you really think you can cum again?" Martin's mouth was going dry. He was as intrigued as he was aroused and made no effort to distance himself, desperately wanting to see more of what was inside the blue shorts. "I really wants to wank again, but I don't wanna hurt it. I cum seven times one day last week." volunteered Alfie nonchalantly peered inside his shorts again to see that his rigid member was virtually glowing. "Wanna have a look, see wot you think?" "Wot! Me look in yer shorts?" All this at five o'clock in the afternoon, outside his own front gate after a long horny day at school with Adam and the mystery of the missing photographs. Martin was totally confused as to what to do, his brain kept telling him not to get involved, whereas his oozing organ decreed he must take advantage of Alfie lest the threat of premature ejaculation become reality. "Alright, let's have a quick look then!" Martin took a deep breath knowing that one way or the other he was destined to cum in his briefs in the next few moments anyway. Delighted, Alfie grinned and pulled the front of his shorts out once again to allow Martin to inspect the contents. "Oh, looks like the end of yer knobs gone all red!" concluded Martin somewhat huskily after what felt like several minutes of exquisite visual examination. The experience being heightened by the distinct knowledge that things were becoming even more hot and sticky inside his briefs. Alfie looked up into Martin's face, well aware of the temptation he was putting him through. It wasn't intended to be in the slightest way malicious, simply that at twelve Alfie had fantasies as well and one of them was to masturbate with Martin who he really liked. However, what he didn't know was that quite often he featured in Martin's fantasies along with Adam! "See I've been hard all day without me pants, so it's been rubbing inside me shorts." "Yeah, I can imagine." Martin's breathing was increasing and he was having difficulty in keeping his hands off Alfie who fluttered about beside him, quickly glancing up and down the road he turned to face the hedge and partly shield Alfie from view. However, before he could do or say anything else, a small hand grasped the bulge in his trousers and started rapidly squeezing it. Finally, with Martin's legs beginning to wobble the palm of the hand was pressed directly onto the lump and very firmly slid up and down several times, the wet patch supplying the necessary lubricant. "Oh no!" Martin moaned, he groaned, he trembled. Squeezing his legs together he failed miserably to stem the flow of spunk which had almost immediately began to fill the front of his already soggy briefs. To Alfie still pressing his hand on Martin's cock, to experience it jerking and quite obviously discharging with semen filtering through the trouser material to coat his fingers, it was as good as an electric shock! His other hand flew down the front of his blue shorts to flay his already inflamed member, which had understandably decided to refuse to ejaculate yet again having suffered more than enough abuse for one afternoon! "Martin is that you!" ############################## Chapter 39 to follow