Date: Wed, 17 Aug 2016 17:16:40 +0100 From: tom Subject: Lab Technician - Chapter 49 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 49 – "No, no I'm much older, it ain't right." "Ah, you're back," Peter turned to see Andy returning from the storeroom across the corridor, "look Andy, I'm sorry but I can't set up that third year class for you now. Mr Webster wants me to see me now regarding what chemicals we've got in stock or we need to order. Sorry, but you're going to have to take in the electrical equipment into the class yourself." "Oh shit!" "I know, but I can't do much about it," Peter pulled a face, "after all, he is the boss and does run the entire department." "Yeah I know, it's not your fault," Andy sighed, "it'll be alright, maybe Mrs Douglas won't run over like she usually does so I can nip in there before the class arrives." "Hope so although I doubt it, she's never yet finished a class on time has she?" "No, I `spose not." "Look, just try not to make eye contact with him and get out as soon as you can, it'll be alright." Peter smiled. "Now I'd better get on with this thing for Mr Webster." "Yeah, right." Unaware that matters were as advanced as they were and that Andy was simultaneously fostering the contact with the younger boy, Peter returned to completing his list leaving Andy to prepare the equipment for Robin's class. The last few minutes of the first afternoon lesson seemed to drag as Andy waited for the lesson bell, vainly hoping that Mrs Douglas would actually leave on time. As predicted she didn't, meaning that Tim's class of third year boys was left queuing in the corridor with Andy impatiently hanging around in the prep-lab prior to making his entrance. With the class barely ushered into the room and seated, Andy entered and smiled nervously at Tim. Normally he would take his time and drink in the sights of the boys and their bottoms in tight grey trousers perched on the stools, however this time he moved around the benches at record speed distributing the electrical equipment, working his way towards the back of the room. The closer he got to the bench right at the back where Robin was seated waiting for him, the faster his heart appeared to beat and the more unsteady his legs felt. Equally distressing was the undeniable fact that the nearer he got to Robin the harder his erection became. It felt quite the opposite to his normal run of fantasies, since this time any notion of resisting this particular forbidden fruit really was a paradox, it being complete and utter fiction. Outwardly, Robin might have been smiling demurely as Andy approached, but inwardly he was feeling incredibly aroused and desperately wanted Andy in some form of physical sense. In fact so much so, that just before the lesson he had been masturbating in the toilet dreaming of what they could do to each other. With Andy almost in touching distance he was again actively playing with himself under the bench visualising it was Andy's hand inside his trouser pocket. All of Andy's courageous thoughts to fend off Robin's advances had simply melted away, instead he couldn't help focusing on the expanse of white ribbed cotton which emanated from the gaping waistband of Robin's trousers. It was almost as though it were displayed deliberately as bait, which of course it had been to successfully put Andy on the hook. Robin continued to smile as he brushed by him to put the meter on the bench, both knew there was no need to say anything even when in one deft movement Robin slipped yet another crumpled torn piece of exercise book into Andy's coat pocket. Once safely back in the prep-lab Andy's immediate reaction was to check that Peter had indeed gone off to see about the chemical stocks with Mr Webster and that he was alone. Slowly he sat down on a stool and with a trembling hand reached into his coat pocket to find Robin's latest note, carefully spreading it on the desktop he took a deep breath. Looking down at the now familiar spidery writing and accompanying splodges of ink he realised it wasn't just his hands that were trembling, virtually his entire body was quivering in anticipation. As before the note was no great literary work, merely just one sentence which for the effect it had on Andy could have been Robin speaking as did the previous message. "I'll meet you by that gert tree in the carpark by the post office, I be there about four this afternoon, you knows where I means. Love R." "So wot's this WIMP thing all about then?" Steve was virtually hanging onto Geoff's sleeve as they headed down the corridor heading for Mr Dawkins history class, Ollie walking on Mark's other side was avidly listening and equally intrigued. "Well don't pull me bloody blazer to bits!" Geoff grinned, he certainly had Steve and Ollie more than interested. Mark, an avid voyeur when it came to hands in school trouser pockets was very surprised to note that Ollie was doing something highly unusual. It appeared he was playing with himself, something that would have been quite normal for Steve, but totally out of context for the shy Ollie, so maybe had finally discovered his cock! "Be fair, I can't tell you here can I?" Geoff turned to Steve. "Not while we's walking down this bloody corridor, we needs somewhere where we won't get interrupted." "Why?" asked Steve expectantly. "Is it.. uumm.. that secret?" "There must be a gert lot to tell then?" added Ollie his hand still gainfully occupied. "Well course, `cause it's a fucking secret club innit?" confirmed Mark not having a clue what Geoff had in mind, but keen to hype it up whatever it was! "He's right see." Geoff sniffed and pushed glasses back up his nose, the left hand lens still partially smeared with Mark's spunk. "Oh, just hang on... now, I gotta idea." Ollie's cock was aching and he couldn't understand why. It hadn't happened before, all he knew was he really wanted to masturbate as watched Geoff free himself from Steve's clutches and move over to whisper in Marks ear. "Can you come home with me after school, `cause if we can get these two back as well, I thinks between we might get 'em wanking!" "Uumm... think so... hope so!" Marks eyes lit up. "But, I'll have say something to Alfie so he can tell mum I'm gonna be late home." Obviously sex wasn't simply going to be on the agenda, it was the agenda. Mark just had to be there, his brain instantly overheated itself with lurid sperm based fantasies which in turn sent his cock twanging vertically to a point near self detonation. "Now listen," Geoff turned back to Steve and Ollie, both waiting expectantly for something, although they knew not what, "me mums working till gone five tonight so if you two comes round our house after school, I'll tell you wot it's all about.. well you'll have do the initiation thing, but we can do that in me bedroom, yeah, alright?" "Wot.. wot initiation thing, wot.. wot.. is it?" mumbled Ollie in embarrassed surprise. Doubly surprised actually since he was so aroused he had just exuded his first ever, if minimal wet spot inside his brilliant white briefs. It was a perturbing experience. "Can't tell you about that `cause it's secret innit!" replied Geoff. "You wot?" said Ollie sounding more than confused, if essentially ensnared. Steve looked at Ollie hoping for some glimmer of explanation. Somehow the chicken and the egg theorem had been fused with the much fabled catch twenty-two situation. It appeared the WIMP club was just so secret that they couldn't even learn anything of what the secret initiation itself ceremony involved! Impatiently Mark interrupted before anybody realised the absurdity of Geoff's statement and that included Geoff himself. "Look, sod all that stuff `cause we gotta bleeding well hurry up or we's gonna be late for history, now so is you coming round to his place or not?" "Fuck, I don't know." Steve picked at the sparse bumfluff that adorned his top lip. "I `spose it'll be alright, `cause I thinks me mums working today like Geoff's mum is." "Uumm.." Ollie was very apprehensive and didn't want to agree to anything until he knew what it was, besides the classroom door was looming closer with each step and there was that very, very unaccustomed damp feeling in his underpants. "Fucking hell, Ollie make yet mind up." said Steve now very excited at the prospect of the unknown in the unknown surroundings of Geoff's spunk splattered bedroom. It wasn't that Ollie was worried about arriving home late since he often attended after school activities like the chess or photographic clubs. It was far more that he sensed his innate sexual shyness was going to be dramatically put to the test if he were to be drawn into Geoff's initiation ceremony. With the entire episode centred around Geoff's ejaculation into his underwear it was highly unlikely to be anything else, other than of a very sexual nature. As a further lever, Steve who in the hope of opening a conversation had previously admitted to Ollie that he did masturbate and now appeared to be willing to take the chance and risk taking part. For either boy it would be a big step and one which Ollie really didn't want to miss, although for him it raised the genuinely frightening spectre having to show his cock when he found simply getting changed for games was embarrassing enough. "Wot you gonna do then?" asked Mark stopping short of the classroom doorway and blocking their passage intent of forcing them into it. "I'll do it." announced Steve, he looked at Ollie. "Come on, you can't back out now." Ollie nervously shuffled his feet, he knew he couldn't escape. "Bloody hell.. alright... but Geoff, this yer initiation thing, it ain't nothing nasty is it? Wot do we do?" "Nah, you'll enjoy it." Geoff avoided giving any further details since he hadn't yet made them up! "And, you promises to tell us wot the WIMP things all about don't you?" said Steve. With the moment of bravado over, he wondered what he had let himself in for. "Course, now lets fucking get in there before old Dawkins gets mad." replied Geoff. For all concerned the last two lessons of the afternoon really appeared to run on forever and it was with great relief that the final bell of the day rang out to signify that the school day was at last over. For Steve, Ollie, Geoff and Mark the mounting excitement was almost palpable as indeed were the erections they had all maintained. Their final geography lesson having been peppered with whispered thoughts between Ollie and Steve as to what the visit to Geoff's house would or could bring. As soon as the bell rang, holding his bag in front to conceal the inevitable bulge Mark shot off towards the bus stop determined to catch Alfie who could then warn his mother he would be late home. The other three followed at a slightly more sedate pace with even Ollie holding his bag in front, although now distinctly apprehensive with each step as to what he was going to be made to show or even do. Elsewhere in the school, Peter had arrived back minutes before the bell and was enquiring how Andy had got on delivering the equipment with Robin in the class. "It was alright," replied Andy, purposely not making eye contact, "I just did it quick and got out, he didn't say nothing." "Well that's something, but you really need to put a stop on that infatuation of his don't you, the last thing you need at this stage is to get involved with a much younger boy... however tempting it may be." "Yeah, yeah... but, well it's tricky innit.. `cause he's sorta chasing me." "It's going to be more than tricky I would think." Peter looked over, but failed to catch his eye. "Look I can see the temptation that he presents you with, but Andy please tell me you're not encouraging him or anything like that are you?" "No, no.. no Pete.." mumbled Andy, knowing he was looking flushed at making an outright lie, untruths were for him so very obvious. "OK, well if you say so," Peter looked at him somewhat quizzically, he had a strong feeling something wasn't entirely right. "Andy, you know you can tell me anything, I can see it's a hell of a temptation with that third year, but don't give in. Both Tim and I want to help if we can as we realise you're having a tough time with it all." "Yeah.. I know and I, I'm very grateful... uumm.. and.." Andy blinked and stuttered to a halt knowing he wouldn't coped at all without the support of Tim and Peter. "OK." Peter smiled. "Think of the legal aspect as well, so just don't get tempted." Andy nodded and smiled as best he could. The guilt was piling up and he knew it. Here he was denying any involvement with a thirteen year old boy to the one person who could help him, yet quite unbelievably he was still determined to continue the deception and meet the boy within the next few minutes. To say he was putting himself in an invidious position was a gross understatement not only from his own conscience, but by assuming Robin would say nothing. He seemed to have totally forgotten that twelve and thirteen year old boys were apt to talk freely amongst themselves and even more so if illicit sex were involved. In reality, the chances of keeping anything secret for very long were pretty minimal, as at some time Robin would unintentionally confide in his sexual peers of what he had been doing with the undeniably attractive older boy. At precisely three-forty the lesson bell rang signalling the end of school which conveniently curtailed any further in depth conversation between them. Since there was nothing urgent to prepare for the following mornings classes Andy was able to evade any further questioning by Peter and shortly before four o`clock escape to the carpark for the journey home. Although of course, he wasn't going directly home without first meeting Robin to tell him as his conscience had now decided, that nothing further could possibly happen between them. Robin was very excited and had cycled furiously to the carpark to be sure he was in good time should Andy be early. However, by ten past four with no sign of Andy's car, Robin's euphoria was rapidly turning to dysphoria and he was feeling very, very disappointed. Finally, when he had just reached the point of cycling home he saw Andy's car swing into the carpark to pull up beneath the large tree. "Where've you been? I thought you weren't coming." he exclaimed running over and pulling open the drivers door before Andy had even turned the engine off. "I can't leave on the bloody bell like you lot," Andy tried not to look at him, "`cause we gotta make sure things is all turned off and put away. It's different `cause I works there don't I?" "Oh.. oh, sorry I didn't think." Robin was literally bouncing up and down in front of him in a very excited state so much so that his ill fitting school trousers were on occasion exposing more of his obviously stained briefs than could be construed as decent. That and what appeared to be a hand in the pocket very actively grappling with a bulge in the briefs was more enough to arouse with a passing interest. Unfortunately Andy's interest was far more than passing and he immediately began to develop the erection he had been willing himself not to allow on the journey there. "So wot we gonna do then," continued Robin in his volatile state, his shirt now also flapping in the air. "I mean's where we gonna do it, in yer car or wot?" "Wot we gonna do?" croaked Andy. Still in the car, he had been there less than minute and Robin had already reduced him to an over stimulated, jibbering wreck. "You knows, `cause we're gonna have a gert wank ain't we?" "We are?" All of Andy's good intentions to resist Robin's advances were speedily deserting him. The sight of Robin's animated Y-fronts rhythmically appearing from underneath his shirt was temptation personified. Maybe he could allow himself to handle Robin just this once, better still if it was to be just the once then could he persuade him to partake of his prime fantasy. It was all a question of where whilst a mutual grope in the car was possible, anything further would require some form of accommodation. "Hey, d'you know," Robin looked around and lowered his voice, "after you'd left that stuff in the lesson I'd cum in me pants under the desk!" "You did?" to be honest that came as no surprise. Andy just stared at the flashes of white as Robin continued to gyrate only inches from his face. "Yeah, them's still a bit sticky, but I'll cum again dead easy with you, so where's we gonna do it?" "You can.. you will?" mumbled Andy visualising the scene under the bench. "Oh yeah, look I'm all hard now," Robin pushed himself towards Andy, "and I did it dinner time in the bog as well.. I does it easily at least six times a day!" "Oh. Six." plainly there was to be no escape, Andy swallowed nervously. "The other Sunday I did every hour, but after nine times it was getting a bit red!" "Nine times?" Andy looked amazed. "And, you was still making spunk after nine?" "Oh yeah, don't seem to matter how many times I wanks I still makes as much spunk as the first time," Robin grinned, "see I only stops when it's getting sore!" "You lucky sod!" "Yeah... hey, I just thought," Robin moved very close, so close Andy thought he could smell the semen on his underpants, "I'd forgot me mum was gonna see her sister this afternoon and there ain't a bus back till gone five, so `spose we went to our house and did it?" "No, no, I can't do that, no Robin that ain't right." even in his oversexed state Andy saw the imminent danger in such a move. "No, no I'm much older, it ain't right." "Might not be right, but who's gonna know, `cause we both knows you wants it as well." Robin's logic couldn't be faulted, he smiled. "Oh come on, I want's to have good look at yer willy and, and I'd let you pull me pants right off and see me bum.. I puts me fingers up it, so you might wanna do it as well!" "Wot.. oh!" Andy gulped, it was an open invitation do all he wanted, probably more. "I only lives five minutes away from yer on me bike, you can follow me home." As Andy was about to discover Robin was by no means naive when it came to getting his own way with other boys and very cleverly inveigling them into a sexual encounter by emphasising his perceived innocence. "Well... uumm.. oh fuck!" decisions, decisions, besides Andy knew the slimy wet patch in his own small, tight white briefs was getting larger. "Andy, quick let's go to me house before I cums in me pants!" "I ain't sure... uumm.. you really sure about yer mum being out and that?" "Yeah, yeah, her sister lives on the other side of town. Please, Andy.. come on, it's our only chance innit when there ain't nobody home... please." Andy couldn't take his eyes off the sagging grey trousers in front of him. Robin had now positioned himself so he was screened by the car door and it looked to Andy as though he was masturbating with his hand rammed right down inside the familiar blue striped waistband of his briefs. Such temptation really was too much to endure for long, besides which Andy was getting close to involuntary ejaculation himself. "Please Andy, before I cums!" moaned Robin, it was time to play a trump card. "I, I knows you loves looking at me pants, I `spose you could take 'em home after if you wants, when they's all spunky!" "Wot!" hearing that set Andy's heart beating even faster than before. "Or, or, if you wanted we could, we could.. even.." Robin was giving it everything, "I `spose we could, well we could swop if you wanted... wot's you wearing?" "Little white ones." Andy had difficulty in answering his mouth was dry, quite unlike his briefs. "Uumm.. oh fuck... fuck! Uumm.. Robin, look don't cum now... so stop wanking, we'll, we'll go... so get on yer bike and you lead the way.. but, but you gotta promise you won't say nothing to nobody will you?" "Nah, course I won't." Mark had indeed managed to catch up with Alfie at the bus stop and told him to explain to his mother that he would be late getting home as he was visiting a friend. Although Alfie readily took the message it was quite obvious that he didn't believe a word Mark had told him about catching up with classwork, instead he simply warned Mark not to come home with spunk all over his trousers again! Luckily though, Alfie's bus had just departed before Geoff, Steve and Ollie arrived so he was unaware who exactly it was that Mark was going home with, but guessing it was probably Geoff didn't take a lot of brainpower. "Do we stay on the bus for long then?" asked Steve. "See, I normally gets the number eight with Ollie." "Nah, it's only about ten minutes innit Mark?" "Yeah, then it ain't far to walk, only five minutes to our house." "So wot's WIMP stand for then?" asked Ollie still concerned what he was involved in, even more concerned that his mother might finally get to see some semen stains on his brilliant white briefs. "I'll tell you when we gets to our house." Geoff grinned. "It won't be long now will it? And, if you'd been a good boy and didn't wanked so much you wouldn't be going fucking blind and you'd see the bloody bus is coming right now." "Shut up! I ain't going blind!" replied Ollie flushing with embarrassment. "Ollie, don't worry," continued Geoff still grinning, "`cause once you've been made a member of the WIMP club you'll never get embarrassed again, just get on the bus!" If anything poor Ollie became even more nervous as the journey continued, his situation not helped by odd jokey comments from the others. Some fifteen minutes later, just as predicted the four boys found themselves walking up the garden path to Geoff's house as he brandished the key to the front door. "Cor, looks just like our road don't it?" observed Steve looking around at the identical semi-detached houses. "most of the school must live in places like this." "Yeah," agreed Ollie trying to take his mind off whatever the mystery ritual involved, "except our road ain't got so many of them trees they've got yer." "It's `cause it's bleeding semi-fucking-detached suburbia innit?" Mark turned towards Geoff. "Now fuck the houses! Geoff is you sure yer mums gonna be out?" "Yeah, she works part time at the dentist as a receptionist. So stop bloody talking and lets get on with it." he opened the front door and pointed to the stairs. "You knows where me room is Mark so you lead 'em up while I locks the door." "Fucking hell look at them gert model trains," said Steve on entering the bedroom. "there's fucking miles of 'em!" "Cor, it's a lot bigger than mine." said Ollie innocently referring to his own model railway in which he still took quite an interest. "Well that's `cause yer not wanking enough, the more you does it the bigger it gets!" replied Mark feeling his throbbing erection through his pocket as he paused to lust over the stains and smells that made Geoff's unmade bed such an enticing focus. Ollie blushed again, returning to the real world from that of model railways to the fact he would undoubtedly soon be forced to show his none too generous boyhood. "Well you could pop round one day and we'll play trains if you wants." said Geoff. "Oh yeah." Ollie smiled forgetting any pending embarrassment. "Cor, I'd like that." "Oh yeah, Geoff'll be playing with him not the toy trains!" said Mark laughing. "Come on before yer mum gets back lets do the bloody WIMP thing." "Yeah, right." Geoff moved over to the bed and sat down. "All take yer blazers off and then sit here with me." Steve couldn't help noticing the unmade bed revealed all that he tried to hide in his own, his cock lurched at the sight of three large yellow stains on the bottom sheet and those were just ones he could see. Whilst Ollie might not have been the compulsive masturbator that the rest of them were, the sight of such obvious sexual activity was not lost on him either. Unfortunately compounding his embarrassment he made eye contact with Steve who also blushed, worse though was when Ollie reached behind to move Geoff's red and white striped pyjamas only to discover his hand was covered in something cold and sticky! Geoff looked from side to side checking on the state of the trousers, if he wasn't mistaken it even looked as though Ollie had developed something approaching a bulging fly! "So wot's the fucking WIMP thing mean then?" asked Steve. "Come on tell us." "Right," Geoff was determined to get them all really aroused before he did, "you gotta do one more thing first, then I promise I'll tell you." "Well wot the fucks that then?" Mark was laughing, his fly positively straining. "All you gotta do is lie back on me bed, then undo yer trousers and pull the zip right down." Whilst the others managed it with a lot of giggling, Ollie fumbled around delaying the exposure. Eventually the fly of his grey trousers parted to reveal the once pristine white ribbed cotton, now though with a solitary small wet patch directly above what looked to be the end of his cock. "So wot's the fucking WIMP thing mean?" asked Steve again. "Now fucking tell us!" "I'll tell you right now, if you all raises yer heads so you can see wot's inside each others trousers as I does it!" said Geoff. "Then we'll do the initiation thing." "Well fucking well hurry up and get on with it!" said Mark lifting his head to note that Ollie was wearing Y-fronts. "Fucking hell, look even Ollie's got a tiny wet patch!" All eyes turned to focus on the none too large bulge, Ollie turned bright red, tiny was the operative word. By now Steve had excitedly began eyeing up the other gaping flies. "Bleeding hell Mark, yer pants is dark blue! I ain't never seen anything like them before!" Even Ollie was staring at them out the corner of his eye, not that boys underwear had ever been of great interest to him, but these briefs were strangely arousing and unless he was mistaken it looked like there were some semen stains on them. Something in his clean cut world had just radically changed, he didn't know what other than he felt rather strange and was now allowing himself to ponder on what underpants Steve was wearing. Would they also have spunk stains? Of far more importance, why had he always resisted all Steve's previous approaches to even just talk about masturbation, let alone dare to compare cocks? Geoff smiled to himself, they were all getting more involved and their inhibitions were slipping away just as he had hoped. "Right listen, the WIMP club stands for..." "Yeah.. well go on, so WIMP stands for wot?" interrupted a very excitable and impatient Ollie. Steve looked at him in amazement, it was very, very uncharacteristic something had finally changed. ###################################################### Chapter 50 to follow