Date: Wed, 03 Aug 2016 09:01:07 +0100 From: tom Subject: LabTech Chapter 48 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 48 – The WIMP club Monday lunchtime. Since the dinner bell, Andy and Peter had continued with the conversation of the previous day, however when Tim popped into the prep-lab Andy thought it was probably best if he left Peter to update Tim, particularly with the revelations of him being assaulted as a boy. Not only would that save him reliving it again, but would allow him to return to the car to retrieve his packed lunch which he had forgotten to bring into the school building. That in turn offered a chance for him to be alone and again endeavour to put his jumbled thoughts into some sort of perspective. The thoughts, which particularly centred on the unpalatable truth that he still could not bring himself to admit to Peter of his overriding desire to acquiesce to temptation and all that Robin could offer. However, it appeared that no matter how hard Andy tried to move on, something always seemed to conspire against him. The something, in this instance took the form of a piece of paper torn from what looked like a school exercise book that had been wedged under one of the windscreen wiper blades of his car. Walking slowly he approached the car, his mind struggling with the continuing inner conflict. On one side were the recent memories of what had happened with Robin in that very carpark and on the other, far purer thoughts dictating he must on no account become any more involved with Robin and resist all advances. On removing the paper and unlocking the drivers door he sat inside and casually unfolded the paper. He imagined, as had happened before it was merely a note from the ground staff not to park in that area again since the tall hedge that bounded the carpark was to undergo yet another trimming. The two short lines of smudged, spidery writing from what could only be a leaky fountain pen looked familiar, far too familiar and certainly hadn't been written by any of the ground staff. Andy felt as though a giant cold hand had gripped him, his heart was racing it was with a trembling hand that he read the note. "When can us do something together, I'll do wotever you wants. Love R." By the time he had read it for the fourth time he had a raging erection. The word, love was foremost in his mind, but it wasn't love it was sheer lust for the plump thirteen year old boy's body. All the pure thoughts had been instantly dispelled, Robin was proving too hard to resist, especially now Andy found himself sat in the car in the exact same spot as when he had first been so blatantly seduced and given carte blanche to explore Robin's oversize trousers. "You gonna come round our house one day this week then?" Geoff tried to appear as though he were casually enquiring, yet the over-active hand in the trouser pocket rather belied the true reason for the invitation. "Could do, wot we gonna do then, same as last time `cause I really fucking enjoyed that." Mark glanced down, he grinned. "You wanking already at the thought of it?" "Almost, `cause it's something I fancy doing with you right now." Geoff looked at his watch. "We got nearly fifteen minutes before dinner break's over, so d'you fancy a quick one some place?" "I always fancies a quick one!" Mark grinned. "But, we've already had one quick one this morning in that smelly bog at breaktime!" "I knows that. I hope you ain't trying to tell me you can only wank once in the morning? Cor, fucking hell, wot's wrong with you, I wanks at least six times a day!" "Piss off, course I does a lot more, just that it's a bit early and I've done it twice so far, `cause I had one when I got up, didn't I?" "Dunno, did you? I wasn't there, but I wish I was... hey, d'you know wot, I just thought of this, we oughta go camping one weekend, `cause me dads gotta cute little tent." Geoff nudged him. "We'd never fucking come out would we!" "No," Mark was laughing, "`cause we'd be all stuck together!" "You really have gotta a really dirty mind ain't you, I love it!" said Geoff. "So forget camping and get thinking before I cums, so where shall us do it now then?" "Well not here in the bloody playground," Mark looked around hoping for inspiration, "ooh, I got it. D'you reckon it'll be alright to nip in the back door of the changing rooms, won't be nobody in there now will there?" "Nah, fucking great idea." said Geoff immediately walking off at high speed, his glasses wobbling on his nose as he did so, "well bloody keep up then!" Mark did indeed keep up and together, like two appallingly bad trainee burglars they inched their way through the rear door to discover much to their delight that the main changing room was deserted. Naturally, there was the ever present smell of adolescent youth, sweat and suppurating sports clothing, something which wasn't noticed by Mark, his own levels of personal hygiene being pretty well non existent. "Bleeding stinks don't it?" confirmed Geoff looking round for a suitable spot. "Lets go in that far corner over there and we'll get a good view of the other door if somebody comes in, we ain't got long so hurry up." "Wot you on about, it don't smell in here do it?" replied Mark following Geoff to the bench in the corner, one hand already unzipping his fly. "Don't fucking worry about not having long `cause I'm been hard for ages!" "D'you fancy dropping yer trousers, `cause we can see and hear if anybody's coming in," Geoff looked hopefully at Mark, "and I want's to get me hand in them little blue pants, they the same as wot Alfie had on the other day then?" "Yeah, same make. It should be alright doing it in yer shouldn't it?" Mark glanced round, the main door was certainly in view, besides which he feeling so very randy and fascinated by Geoff's matching Aertex underwear. "You gotta drop your's then." "Course, look.. I already fucking have!" Geoff excitedly lifted the vest up and down to expose tantalising glimpses of the matching briefs as his trousers fell to the floor. "Bleeding hell, the front of yer pants is all yellow with spunk, didn't see that earlier." "Well we was a bit rushed weren't us, so it all got a bit messy!" "Hhhmmm.. I `spose it did." "Anyway, wot d'you expect, `cause I'd cum in 'em earlier with you at break." Geoff grinned. "Well and also when I got dressed and.. on the bus!" "Fucking hell... and on the bus!" Mark's brain was whirring, "so this'll be the fourth time.. fucking hell! I loves walking about with 'em all sticky and that as well!" "Yeah, so do I, it's why I does it. Now stop talking and just rub me off in 'em before I has an accident `cause it won't take long and I'll do you at the same time." Under such very stimulating circumstances it really didn't take long and with a dozen or so very firm strokes both were all too soon ejaculating into their briefs. "If we can do again it quick somewhere," said Mark in between licking his fingers, "then could we swop pants after and wear 'em home?" "Yeah, yeah! Wonder if we'll have time between lessons." Geoff nodded so frantically that this time his glasses really did fall off. Very luckily he managed to catch them before they hit the tiled floor, although in the process both lenses became heavily coated in Mark's semen from his fingers. With five minutes to go before the afternoon lesson bell time was running out, something that eventually dawned on Mark who nudged Geoff into action and they began to try to make themselves look more presentable. It was of course a loosing battle since not only was everything below the waist covered in semen, but there were no immediate means of washing their hands which only spread it further. Mark refused to allow such wholesome ideas to enter his mind, although aware that if his mother found traces of dried semen on his uniform then his life could be imperilled. "Ah, somebody's early that's rare. And, I see you're getting changed, at least you're keen then." Mark looked at Geoff. Geoff looked at Mark. They both looked at the door. They both looked absolutely terrified. Was it a ghost? Where had the voice come from? Mr Jackson stood at the end of the bench, having been working in his small office he had emerged to usher in the next class. To say it looked as though they had been caught in the act was an understatement and something which really had Mark shaking with fear. A coherent reply was out of the question since whilst his mouth opened and closed nothing audible came out. It was left to Geoff to salvage what he could of their unenviable situation. The one thing that did strike him was that Mr Jackson hadn't seemed to have noticed they were festooned with semen, he merely thought they were getting changed for gym. "But.. but.. Sir.." he eventually managed to mumble, "we ain't got no kit with us!" It was a ridiculous statement to make and one at which even the shell shocked Mark looked confused, the very last thing he wanted to do was be conscripted to partake of a gym lesson with some strange boys. "That's alright lad's, it's in the gym today so you can wear your underpants and," he peered over, "it looks like your friend has already put his blue swimming trunks on!" Geoff's jaw dropped, as had the penny. The merest thought of prancing around the gym with a class of strange boys wearing nothing but his semen ridden Aertex briefs was mortifying to put it mildly. Not least since because the elastic was inherently slack and under the weight of absorbed semen they would undoubtedly fall down. "You two carry on and get ready, I'm just going to get the rest of class rounded up." he said walking towards the main door. "I'll be back in a minute." "Fucking hell," hissed Mark, hiking his trousers up, "let's get the fuck outta here!" Making a grab for their possessions the two boys fairly flew out of the door back into the playground to the accompaniment of the sound of the lesson bell ringing. Luckily for them, the playground was rapidly emptying so after moving a safe distance away from the changing room they stood facing a wall where they could at least fasten their trousers and tuck most of their white shirts in. Andy had been sat in the car trying to decide what to do about Robin who was unashamedly intent on seducing him. Arriving back at the prep-lab some ten minutes before the lesson bell was due he discovered that Tim had already left leaving Peter preparing the tray of electrical leads and meters that he had distributed the week before. If anything Andy's mood was more despondent as it didn't appear as though there were any way to escape Robin's advances even if he wanted too, although the underlying truth was he really didn't want too at all. In fact he honestly didn't know what he wanted and constantly swung between the two options, although to be fair if he were not being pursued quite so vigorously he might just manage to resist the temptation of Robin's flesh. "Are you alright, you don't look very happy?" asked Peter. "Sorta, I `spose so. Tim's had to go then?" Andy sat down hoping to change the subject. "I had me sandwiches in the car and then walked round a bit." "Yes, he had some work to prepare for a lesson, we wondered where you'd got too." "Oh." "He's been lumbered to take that third year class again for a double lesson at the end of the afternoon and wondered if you could take in those meters again." "Wot?" Andy gulped. "Like last time?" "Sounds like there's a problem with that?" Peter looked at him. "Are you really alright, you do look a bit pale?" "Just a bit tired Pete, I ain't sleeping very well." he looked at the wall as he replied. "Yeah, well I can understand that, considering what you're going through." "I could lay out the room now couldn't I?" he sounded brighter at the suggestion. "Well you could, except Mrs Douglas has claimed it for her advanced biology class." "Fuck." muttered Andy under his breath, meaning he would have to face Robin in the class. "What's wrong, come on be honest." Peter nudged him. "What is it?" "It's nothing,... just uumm... well y'know all this stuff is going round in me head all the time." Andy knew it didn't sound very convincing and Peter couldn't be put off that easily. "Hhhmmm... hang on.." Peter put two and two together and very nearly made four. "Don't tell me you're trying to avoid somebody in that class are you? You looked as though you'd seen a ghost the last time you came out from there." "Wot!" there was no hiding his flushed face. "Nah, course I'm not Pete..." "Really? Honestly? I wonder, would it help if I took the equipment in?" Peter was having a very rapid second attempt at the difficult question of adding two and two. "You would?" the reply was instant and the relief in his voice obvious. "Yes, but only if you give me an honest answer... remember I'm trying to help." "Yeah, course I will, wot is it?" Andy was feeling incredibly grateful for the support yet too fragile to prevaricate. "OK, well here goes." Peter had finally worked out the correct answer to the vexing question of adding two and two. The answer was indeed four. "You're trying to avoid a boy in that third year class aren't you?" Andy blanched and said nothing which virtually confirmed Peter's assumption. "And.. oh fucking hell.. and, and I know who!" exclaimed Peter. "It's that fat kid with glasses who we'd joke about fancying before.. he was always playing with himself in those old trousers that were too small... Andy, I'm right aren't I?" For a moment Andy's world stopped turning, his horrified expression said it all. "Andy for fuck's sake, what have you been thinking of?" "He keeps sending me notes." was the mumbled reply. Even now, despite having being found out Andy was still in two minds about wanting Robin and thought it imperative that Peter shouldn't know of his earlier encounter. In his jumbled world it seemed just possible that he could manage to appease Peter and the obvious advice to leave Robin alone, whilst still somehow managing that final assignation. Whilst final perhaps in his mind, in Robin's mind it would be seen as more of condoning his infatuation. It was with some trepidation that the rather dishevelled, not so dynamic duo of Mark and Geoff knocked on the classroom door and walked awkwardly inside. Awkwardly since not only were they over five minutes late, but both had their underpants fully laden with semen which was starting to congeal and adhere to their genitalia so curtailing rapid movement. It was not a good omen, neither was the smell. Mr Harris looked round. "Ah, un pea tard messieurs, heureux que vous ayez pu vous joindre a nous." Geoff's eyes appeared even larger behind his glasses as they scanned the room for some clue as to what had been said. "Sir... wot?" "Wot the fucks he said?" hissed Mark from behind. Those boys in the very front of the class were now nudging each other and starting to snigger, in his haste to get dressed the fly of Geoff's trousers was gaping wide. The more astute boys, where self-abuse featured prominently in their lives were quick to notice the unmistakable flash of Aertex and that the front of both Mark and Geoff's bore all the hallmarks of a major seminal infusion. "Oh, just go and sit down." In despair Mr Harris waved his hand towards their seats. Even with his enthusiasm he was rapidly approaching the sad truth that this particular class was truly a copper bottomed disaster with not one a single boy showing interest nor aptitude to try, let alone learn the language. "Well," he watched as Mark sat down with Geoff towards the back of the room, "we were about to continue with the exercise we started the other week whereby you will remember you had to ask each other some simple questions." "Fuck! No!" Mark went pale, the thought of standing up to attempt to utter a single word of French in public was indeed total anathema. He looked at Geoff. "Have you still got wot we'd fucking started?" "Nah," Geoff shook his head, "well we didn't even fucking start did us, `cause we had a gert wank instead!" "Oh fuck, so we ain't got nothing. Fuck!" "I'll try and think of something." "Well fucking hurry up, `cause I thinks we're fucking next!" Mark was looking very pale. Listening to Phillip and Dave who occupied the next two desks along he was subjected to a stumbling, incomprehensible, bastardised, heavily west country accented version of the glorious French language. They were next. Mr Harris watched in despair, it really was a painful experience. "Right, got it." Geoff thumped Mark in the ribs. "Fucking listen." "Wot?" he looked hopefully at Geoff, his glasses as ever precariously balanced. "See, I'm gonna ask you wot yer name is.. you can do that can't you, so just fucking say it when I looks at you and say fucking oui!" "Alright." he didn't sound very confident. "Then I'll ask you if you got a pet.. that's easy, you just says that you wants a gert fucking dog, that's a fucking gros chien I thinks!" "I won't remember all this shit!" hissed Mark, keeping a terrified one eye on the stuttering performance of Phillip alongside. " Wot's a gross fucking chicken gotta do with it anyfuckingway?" "Oui you bloody will. Third question, wot you gonna fucking call it, just say Fido!" "It'll never fucking work!" "It fucking will." disaster or death may have been looming, but a this point Geoff was for some reason suddenly taken with an attack of first-year giggling syndrome. "Quick, so wot's the fucking fourth one?" pleaded Mark, seemingly close to a state of nervous collapse. "Stop it, stop fucking laughing!" "I don't fucking know, we'll fucking have to make something up!" Ollie and Steve who were sat immediately in front of Mark and Geoff had been listening to the whispering and the intense conversation behind them in the hope it might inspire them to do better. Whilst having not heard all of it they had got the gist of what was planned and waited for Mark and Geoff to be called to perform. They didn't have to wait long before Mr Harris' gaze fell upon the unfortunate Mark who was doing his best not be seen. "Right then Baker, Wilkins you can come out of hiding, this is your chance to redeem yourselves for being late." Geoff managed to stand up without too much trouble, pushing his glasses back in position he looked nervously around the room to see all eyes were focused on him or more accurately on his open fly. Mark's legs were having trouble supporting him and he needed to lean heavily on the desk, never having been one to excel in public he felt being made to attempt to speak in French was akin to sheer purgatory. "Right, off you go." Mr Harris looked hopefully at Geoff, maybe, just maybe it wouldn't be so bad as he feared. "Uumm.." Geoff coughed, cleared his throat and looked at Mark, by now visibly perspiring, "Quel est votre name, sorry Sir, I means yer nom!" Mark's legs wobbled. "Me, me, no.. sshhh...I means.. oh...me mon non.. est.. Mark." The class could tell from Mr Harris' expression of disbelief there was no doubt he was astonished. Impressed really, since at least all the boys had achieved the same miserably low standard, it was consistent if nothing else! Geoff was starting to sweat, the next question would really test all his linguistic skills and all the more so since Mark wouldn't have a clue what he was saying. "Right.. uumm.. on et un uumm un.. oh uumm.. animal.. de campaign, sorry I mean's... oh compagne.. I thinks!" Mr Harris blinked in amazement after four years of French lessons was this the pinnacle of achievement? Sadly it appeared to be just that. However, the saving grace was that for his own reputation, he had only taken over the class that term when the previous teacher had retired. With half the class laughing at the decidedly lack lustre double act, the other half were producing an embarrassed giggles having noticed that Geoff's fly was wide open and his spunky briefs were on display. "Quiet now, let them finish." called out Mr Harris, templting providence by adding. "Calm down, the jokes over." Meanwhile Ollie and Steve, directly in front of Geoff had turned around to witness the proceedings close up. At first sight, glancing down Mark thought it was their rivetting linguistic performance which was holding their attention, he was wrong. "Look he's cum in cum in them funny pants, they's all wet with spunk!" whispered Steve very excitedly to Ollie on having been faced with Geoff's open fly. It was only some eighteen inches from his face and revealed a glistening, slimy mess with a very large mushroom head clearly visible through the thin wet material. "Fucking hell!" gasped Ollie, fascinated whilst somewhat embarrassed at the sight. Something immediately lurched upwards inside Steve's trousers. He too knew the feeling of wearing slimy briefs and had never thought anybody else did such a thing or even dare admit it. It was then he then turned to check out the state of Mark's trousers and ended up staring at the obvious semen stains on the front and what could only be a lump inside. Reassured he was quite obviously not alone in his fetish he whispered a reply to Ollie that was just a little too loud, Mark who was about to respond to Geoff's French question overheard and was totally thrown off balance. "Ollie look, reckon Mark's wanked in his pants as well, see all the spunk on his fly!" "Come on boys," called out Mr Harris encouragingly, "all things considered you are doing well, so Wilkins you repeat the question and let Baker answer it." "Well, uumm.. oh, wot was it!" Geoff didn't look very happy and need inspiration, perspiration he already had in plenty. Bravely, to growing laughter he continued. "Oh.. on et un uumm un.. oh wot.. uumm.. animal.. de uumm.. champignon, sorry that's a mushroom innit? Do I mean's champagne.. no, no.. it's uumm.. compagne.. I thinks innit!" "Uumm...oh.. je.. no.." Mark's nerve had all but failed, incredibly embarrassed with Ollie and Steve sat directly in front and both now well aware that he and Geoff had just ejaculated into their trousers, he valiantly tried to continue using his minimal vocabulary. "Je.. I.. wants.. uumm.. oh... no.. uumm.. I got it... it's.. je veux a grande... ah... je veux.. una grande..." "He means.. " came a shout from the back of the room, "I wants a gert big... cock!" The class absolutely erupted in laughter leaving as Mark feeling a total idiot saying to himself. "No, it's a fucking chien innit!" It was to become an anecdote reserved for the male members of the staff room. "Quiet. Calm down." Mr Harris did his best, but was laughing himself. The comic timing couldn't have been any better and at least it did prove that somebody could understand Geoff's appalling French. "Baker, Wilkins sit down, you've done enough!" Both Mark and Geoff sat slowly down feeling utterly drained. However, there was to be no respite as Steve had determined to pluck up all his courage and ask Geoff a very direct, pertinent, if extremely personal question. "Geoff, d'you.. I.. well.. I means, uumm... d'you two cum in yer pants a lot then?" Ollie couldn't believe what Steve was asking, his jaw dropped. They were certainly best friends and each naturally assumed the other masturbated, Steve had on occasion tried but failed to manage discussing the subject with the reticent Ollie. It was simply the way it was, particularly since masturbation wasn't a subject that in Ollie's mind was generally up for discussion at school or home. Information on the subject was in scarce supply and boys were effectively sexually cocooned, being very shy of mentioning their predilections with others, the likes of the more sexually extrovert boys like Geoff being in the minority. "You wot?" Geoff leaned forward, convinced with the general hubbub in the room he hadn't heard Steve's question correctly. "D'you, well d'you wank in yer pants with Mark a lot?" spluttered Steve who having once posed the question realised there was now no going back. Desperately wishing he hadn't got involved, he managed to repeat it looking incredibly embarrassed. "Wot!" gasped Mark sitting bolt upright in amazement, even he was now implicated! Neither could Ollie believe what he was hearing, coming from good middle class stock and having a very modest sex drive he only masturbated three or four times a week, with everything being scrupulously cleaned afterwards. Knowing nothing of each others sexual habits, Steve on the other hand indulged night and morning, whereas both Geoff and Mark were easily, like fruit in the five a day bracket. "Fucking hell! Who told you!" exclaimed Geoff glancing towards Mark, who appeared more than shocked that their secret had been discovered. "Well yer fly's unzipped and we can see yer cummy pants!" replied Steve without thinking, he then turned to Mark. "Anyway, you got spunk all over yer trousers too!" "So you does it then?" retorted Mark now well aware his fetish had been discovered. "Uumm, sometimes." blurted Steve definitely regretting ever mentioning the subject. "Well, now yer just gonna have to join the WIMP club ain't you?" said Geoff firmly. "Wot? The wot?" replied Steve lamely. "Oh, I `spose so... the wot.. if you says so." Mark looked at Geoff wondering whatever had he in mind, one thing was certain in that Geoff was incredibly inventive when it came to matters of the flesh. "And, him too," Geoff nodded towards Ollie, who seemed a most unlikely candidate since personal hygiene dictated he only ever ejaculated onto a neatly folded handkerchief or toilet paper, "`cause now we all knows that Steve wanks in his pants, then Ollie's gotta join it too, them's the fucking club's rules ain't they Mark?" Mark nodded obediently, safe in the knowledge that Geoff could introduce a sexual element into anything and hopefully a way inside both Ollie and Steve's trousers. Besides, just what was beneath those grey trousers, something he had not yet got around to inspecting in the changing room, in all probability it would be Y-fronts! "Oh, I `spose, yeah alright!" agreed Steve, rather confused at the speed of events. "Wot? So wot's this WIMP club do?" stuttered Ollie equally blinded by the speed of events and not wanting to feel left out since Steve had been so readily conscripted. "Well, wot, wot's WIMP mean.. and, and so wot's it do then?" "Can't tell you that yet, `cause it's a gert secret club innit," Geoff sounded very mysterious, "it's so very fucking special, you only gets in by invitation. Wot's think Mark, maybe we'll tell `em a bit more in between lessons, wot d'you think?" "Yeah, maybe... well you could, `cause you been in it longer." Mark nodded sagely. "But... but.." mumbled Ollie now hooked, although hooked on exactly what he didn't know, "but, well see, I ain't never heard of no secret WIMP club." "Well no, course not you bloody pillock," replied Mark scarcely managing to contain his laughter, "that's why it's a secret innit!" ############################################### Chap 49 to follow