Date: Wed, 26 Oct 2016 11:54:20 +0100 From: tom Subject: LabTechician - Chapter 53 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 53 – Bribery, but no need for corruption The mid-morning break at the City Grammar found Martin and Adam deep in conversation tucked away in the furthest corner of the dining room, the rain having returned and distinctly curtailed any outdoor activities for the pupils. "Did d'you do it then?" "Yeah, I got there about ten minutes before he closed at six o'clock." "Well, wot d'you think then, is he?" "Yeah, course he is, he's bent as a nine-bob note!" said Adam. "Like I've said before, takes one to know one don't it?" "Yeah and you'd know I `spose." Martin grinned. "Yeah, well I gave him the whole fucking lot, I got meself hard before I goes in and I plays with me cock through me pocket while I'm there buying the evening paper." "Clever!" "He couldn't take his eyes me. In fact I fucking nearly cum in me jeans, it was so sorta exciting teasing him like that!" said Adam. "See this queer things a bit odd, `cause like when you meets somebody else who's queer or sorta wanting to do something, well you just knows that's wot they wants." "So all that stuff I told you about with him," Martin paused to gather his thoughts, "so it only really meant he was just a sorta putting on a gert act to get me to have a wank with him?" "Sounds like it, so when's you there again?" "It's this Saturday morning innit, well that's wot we just arranged." said Martin. "Thing is, he seems quite a nice bloke, he wasn't pushing me or nothing to do it. He was clever and just sorta dropping hints, I `spose I musta wanted to do something or I 'spose I'd have buggered off got out of it." "No, I don't think he'd hurt you or nothing, I think he just likes boys to wank with, don't he?" Adam scratched at a latent adolescent spot on his face. "Fucking spots!" "I `spose, so d'you reckon it'll be safe for me to go back? I mean he's gonna know I wanna wank or do something with him as soon as I goes in won't he?" "Oh yeah, but that wot you both wants innit really? He won't hurt you, I `spect this time he'll have you really wanking him off, you could even let him finger you," Adam laughed, "but don't let him screw you though, `cause it's only yer second date innit!" "Oh bollocks!" Martin flushed. "Now listen, so will you come in then?" "Yeah! Bloody right, about midday you reckon when the shops gone quiet." Adam nodded. "So I gotta say that you says would be alright to help you if he don't mind, `cause you gonna pay me outta the money he gives you. That's the story innit?" "Yeah. Think he'll be alright?" "After the way he was watching me yesterday I'm bloody sure he'll be alright!" "Hey, talking of watching look at him over there, that kid with the blue duffle bag with the dark hair, see the one by the pillar, looks like he's fucking wanking now!" "Uumm.. oh yeah," Adam scanned the room, "wot's he, a third year? I've watched him before and last time he did it till he nearly cum, then he stopped. I'd think he wanks even more than you does!" "Is that possible?" said Martin putting his hand in his pocket to check all was intact. "Nah, probably not, but he's always got his hands in his pockets, just like you!" "Hey! I'll tell who else has got his hands in his pockets and that's that little sod who went off with my fucking pictures!" Adam suddenly pointed to the far side of the hall. "See you can't miss that fucking gert new blazer of his, d'you see, he's with his little fucking mates over by the windows." "Oh yeah." Martin looked across the hall and turned to Adam grinning. "Well lets go get the little shit!" "Wot we gonna do with him then?" "Fuck knows! We'll have take him to bog I `spose, ain't nowhere else now it's all fucking pissing with rain innit?" "Right, we'll go each side of him from behind and drag him off then. Right?" It was so quick Julian didn't know what was happening to him, lifted bodily off his feet and transported out of the hall to the astonishment of his friends. Once outside, even before his feet had touched the ground he found himself being propelled down the corridor to the nearest toilet. Standing him in the middle of the room Martin held onto his arm whilst Adam began checking to ensure the toilet was empty in the traditional manner of banging on the cubicle doors as he did so. Almost immediately what looked like two first year boys shot out of the end cubicle and disappeared out the main door at something approaching the speed of light, followed by a shout from Adam about their eyesight which could hopefully have them worried for the rest of the day. "Oi! You dirty little wankers, you'll go fucking blind! We knows wot you been doing in there and we knows who you is, you just wait till yer teacher finds out!" Martin started to laugh, Julian didn't. Instead he looked very anxious and most decidedly unhappy, especially when Adam walked over to him doing his best to look menacing, which was rather difficult when Martin could barely keep a straight face. "Right you little fucking tosspot, now where's them fucking photos you nicked?" "I... I... I..." spluttered Julian. "I.. I.." "Oh for fucks sake, if you don't fucking answer fucking proper we're gonna.. gonna," Adam had to think quickly, having no idea what to threaten him with at all, "we're gonna fucking rip them fucking sleeves off yer mummies new fucking blazer!" "No! No, not me blazer!" shrieked Julian, obviously still paranoid about preserving his infamous new blazer. "Oh fucking yes, yes we fucking are, we'll rip the fucking arms one by one! So fucking answer the question like a good little fucking boy!" Adam was unable to look at Martin who standing behind fairly doubled up with suppressed laughter. "So tell us, where's them fucking photos then?" "Mr Thorne's got 'em!" stuttered Julian after a pause. "Wot! How the fuck did he get `em?" cried Adam in surprise. "Wot! Who? How?" asked Martin coming back to life. "Bleeding hell!" Julian's jumbled explanation was convoluted to say the least since it was peppered with numerous nervous pauses. "So you lot was looking at 'em over fucking dinner and now Thorny's got `em?" said Martin, it wasn't what he wanted to hear since his own cock featured in one picture. "Had you been wanking over 'em then, you dirty little sod?" asked Adam, knowing it would be just the very thing he would have been doing himself. "Uumm.." Julian gulped and went bright red, the same colour as his cock had been after having the pictures for a whole night of unadulterated self-abuse. "You fucking little wanker, wot a bleeding mess, so we'll never get 'em back!" said Martin still shocked at the thought that Mr Thorne was going to see his cock. "Never mind him being a little wanker, I wanna know if old Thorny's said anything since he took `em, well has he?" demanded Adam. "Anything at all?" "Nah..." Julian shook his head rather violently. "He just went off with 'em after." "D'you know who's in them pictures then?" asked Adam anxiously. For some totally inexplicable reason Adam had started to become erect. Although that was possibly connected with his homosexuality, thoughts of randy young boys such as Julian, constant masturbation and pornographic pictures. "Is there anything else you fucking know then?" demanded Martin. "Well.. uumm... I, I thinks.." Julian looked very apprehensively around, he wondered whether he dare suggest what he had correctly assumed. "You thinks wot?" "I thinks.. that in them pictures them two smaller willies is yer two, but I dunno who's is the gert big `un!" "Smaller willies!" exclaimed Martin, shocked and clearly chastened that his boyhood had been classed as small by an eleven year old who probably couldn't even manage three inches at full stretch. "So, so if we've got small ones, how big's yer's then?" It was just the excuse that Adam had been waiting for, he winked at Martin. "No, no... no... you can't!" cried Julian immediately guessing what was going to happen and grabbing hold of his shorts to prevent them being removed. "Oh fucking yes, yes! We can and we fucking will!" By now Adam had an evil grin on his face, not least because he had noticed that Martin's trousers looked as though they were also expanding, the situation having obviously aroused him as well. Besides there was undoubtedly something very erotic about the prospect of a little coercive undressing of a younger boy in grey shorts. "You see, `cause you've seen ours," said Martin, "now we're gonna see yours!" Two sets of hands set about removing Julian's trousers, which with his flaying limbs proved harder than it looked, particularly since both Adam and Martin found the whole thing highly entertaining and couldn't really concentrate for laughing. "It ain't very big!" announced Martin, having managed to get a hand up Julian's shorts. "But, he's fucking hard, wot a dirty minded little wanker!" "Wot, he's hard already, but we ain't started yet! Wonder if he can cum then?" said Adam knowing such information along with a detailed inspection could fuel a pretty decent bedtime fantasy. "Well you randy little sod, can you cum yet?" "Nearly!" squeaked Julian, who had all but given up the unequal struggle and was resigned to his fate, which now hopefully included being molested by the older boys. "Nearly?" repeated Adam. "Wot's that mean? Can you bloody cum or not" "Wot's cum mean?" mumbled Julian after a pause. Were his tingly feelings the same as cumming? How did they get the slimy stuff shown in the photo's, was that cum? "He's too young." Martin relaxed his grip on the grey shorts, somehow it didn't seem quite right to force him. It had taken Julian considerable courage to pose that particular question, since any further embarrassment would seem impossible once his minimal appendage was on display. So he reasoned that under the circumstances he might as well at least obtain the knowledge even if he couldn't generate the mystery substance called cum of which he had heard, but knew so very little about. "Nah he can't, yer right, he can't cum!" said Adam watching Julian look even more embarrassed as they talked about him. "We could help him though, couldn't us?" "We wot?" Martin started to smile at the suggestion. "Wot's mean, help him?" "We'll show him how to wank! Wish I'd had somebody to help me first time." Adam, had instantly grasped that if Julian was a willing subject then he couldn't complain and later accuse them of molesting him. Besides, it offered the best of both worlds as both he and Martin could indulge their fantasies whilst instructing. And, from Adam's experience at boarding school, Julian wouldn't be the first younger boy that he had coached in the finer aspects of masturbation. "Wot's mean, show me how to wank?" stuttered Julian, realising Adam could be serious and hold the key to what he had been trying to achieve since junior school during which time he had on occasion unsuccessfully flayed his cock raw. "Yer, but wot's the time?" Martin scrabbled to look at his watch. "Oh shit, there's less than five minutes left, we can't bloody start this now." "No." agreed Adam reluctantly looking at Julian who by now had a hand in his shorts pocket. "Just leave it alone, `cause you'll go blind!" "I'll go blind!" he squeaked. "Wot! It's true then!" "Nah, he can't leave it alone!" confirmed Martin grinning. "Well go on and bugger off then, there ain't no time to do nothing so you might as well so piss off out of it!" "Wot's yer fucking name anyway?" asked Adam watching Julian's moving shorts. "Julian." said Julian. "Fucking Julian! Well he bloody looks like one!" said Martin, it only just dawning on him that his cock in the photos had been the subject of Julian's gratification. "And, don't you dare say a bloody thing about this or we will fucking duff you right up!" said Adam. "You little wanker!" "Nah, I ain't a wanker... but I wanna be a wanker!" exclaimed Julian to their surprise, adding to even more surprise. "So will you show me later then?" "Bloody hell wot a dirty little sod, he won't let it go will he?" Adam winked at Martin, sounding rather reluctant he added. "Then I `spose you'd better meet us here dinner time and we'll find somewhere, you really wanna do it don't you?" "Yeah!" blushing a deep red Julian nodded so rapidly his head appeared in danger of falling off. "Will, will.. you do it with me then?" "Dunno, maybe." Adam grinned, the demand for his services was becoming so great it was almost like being back in boarding school. "So what's happened to you then, now you're all smiles, yesterday the world was going to end!" said Peter who couldn't but help noticing the change in Andy. "Ah, well it took some doing, but after I told that Robin kid yesterday that I didn't want nothing to do with him, well I've," replied Andy, being more than a little economical with the truth, "I've had a chance to sort me mind out and I knows I can't involved with him `cause of the age thing and that." "Bloody hell, good." Peter smiled. "But d'you really think you'll be able to stick to it?" "I want to." Andy looked at him. "Honest Pete, `cause I got too ain't I or he'll be back pestering me again won't he?" "Probably. And, then what about.. uumm.." he turned back to continue measuring out the chemicals on the bench, "but, what about those other boys you mentioned.. uumm.. who was it.. yes, your new neighbours, what's his name.. Mark and didn't he have a younger brother as well?" "Oh shit! I dunno." Andy's face fell. "Sorry... maybe I ain't so good after all." "Don't be silly, look if you can keep that Robin kid at bay and you promise me you won't do anything with that younger brother, then all we've got to do is to get you to go up in ages a bit." said Peter. "Trouble is, it's not going to be as easy as that though is it?" "No, wot with Adam." Andy shook his head as he walked over to light the Bunsen to boil the water for the coffee since the lesson bell was almost due to signal the morning break. "I'll get the coffee going." "Adam, well he's another problem isn't he?" said Peter. "Still at least he's fifteen and from what you've said it sounds like he's no innocent and had propositioned you." Andy nodded. "I `spose so. But, I still don't know wot to do though Pete." "Can I come in?" Tim looked around the door. "As ever you've timed it right for coffee." said Peter looking round. "Clever isn't it." Tim smiled and sat down on stool. "God that second year class has worn me out, they're blood hard work what with always moving about, it's like room full of monkeys!" "But isn't that what being twelve is all about," Peter grinned, "having unlimited energy bordering on perpetual motion and no comprehension of any responsibility." "Yes, exactly. They just seem to zoom about all day at high speed, it's knackering!" Andy wondered if Alfie was there amongst the monkeys, but refrained from asking and instead decided to try to change subject from his fascination with younger boys. "Hey, guess wot happened to me this morning." "Was it before or after you got up!" Peter laughed. "No wasn't that! Oh shut up!" Andy flushed. "I was tapped up by some bloke in the garage while I was waiting for petrol on the way in this morning." "You what!" hearing that Peter gave up on finishing his task measuring chemicals and turned round as its sounded far more interesting. "What, who? Now don't stop making coffee, carry on and just tell us what happened." "Well, I got out me car and was standing about `cause there was two cars in front," continued Andy whilst sorting out the mugs, "then see, this bloke behind in a gert flash white Porsche walks over and he... uumm.." "And? Don't bloody stop." said Tim leaning forward in anticipation. "He did what?" "Look, I'm making the coffee now so just hold on or I'll get it all wrong." replied Andy grinning and very much enjoying being the focus of attention, for once in a light hearted way, "Well I dunno how, but it was all very strange `cause somehow he just knows I'm queer and I `spose I just sorta knew he was as well." "Well that's one thing we've all learnt," said Tim, "that when you meet somebody you can tell instantly if they're a bit that way, don't you agree Pete? "Without a doubt, you can just feel it. Anyway, so go on Andy, so what then?" "It was strange see, `cause the way he was talking to me was just like he really knew I was queer and then wot it really came down to was that he'd let me have a drive in the Porsche if I'm meet up with him." "Holy shit, he didn't waste any time!" Tim smiled. "Well lucky you!" "He was all smart with a suit and that, said he was something to so with advertising or something." "How old was he then?" "I dunno, I ain't no good at things like that," he looked at Peter, "maybe sorta ten years older than you, I ain't really sure." "Looks like you've found yourself a sugar daddy then!" Peter smiled. "Sounds like he's taken a fancy to you or you must have really tickled his fancy!" "Oh! Wot, d'you mean? D'you think I oughta do it then?" Certainly not that experienced in the ways of the homosexual world Andy was unsure if Peter was joking or not, nevertheless he blushed at the thought of being thought so attractive and he could really be tickling an older mans fancy. "God no! Pete's joking." said Tim. "Just forget it, forget this bloke altogether." "What model Porsche was it then?" said Peter. "I've always fancied a 911." "That's wot it was, a white one, it looked sorta newish as well." replied Andy very enthusiastically. "Bloody hell wot a thing to have a go in, it's a gert six cylinder engine innit?" "Yeah, they are." agreed Peter. "You'd be a very lucky boy indeed to have a go in it, but he'd be a very lucky bloke because I'm sure he'd want to have go in you!" said Tim smiling. "Andy, don't you dare go and see him." "No, course not." he sounded rather far away, dreaming of driving the Porsche. "So how was it left then?" "He gave me his business card and told me to ring him at home anytime." said Andy feeling through his pockets. "Damn, I musta left the card in me car." "Bloody hell, talk about bribery and corruption, he wasn't joking then was he?" Tim raised his eyebrows. "Yeah, he seemed dead serious about it. But, no course I won't meet him." replied Andy even as further fleeting thoughts of just sitting behind the wheel of a Porsche flashed temptingly through his mind. Being conscripted into the WIMP club the previous afternoon had been for Ollie a totally life changing experience, particularly in changing his sex life! In the space of a few mucilaginous hours he had awoken the following morning to discover he had progressed from being an occasional masturbator to a compulsive masturbator with the evidence all over his bed and striped pyjamas. The catalyst being the events the previous afternoon in Geoff's bedroom, when the inaugural meeting of the WIMP club had been rudely interrupted by his very irate mother. She having severely publicly admonished Geoff had proceeded without ceremony to virtually throw Steve, Ollie and Mark out of the house even as they struggled to dress. However, the act of trying to get dressed under such bizarre circumstances had only excited the boys even more since they continued with the plan to wear each others underpants home. Looking very un-Ollie-like, he had gone home wearing Mark's briefs still wet with semen, an act which would prove to be the key to unlocking the door into the dubious pleasures of solo sexual depravity. Thus from a very gentle and painstakingly sanitary act, Ollie's masturbation routine had been transformed into a sexual frenzy where spunk stains were now de rigueur. Unaccustomed to being abused it came as something of a shock to his genitalia to be cajoled into ejaculating some six times between arriving home after the WIMP club meeting and leaving for school the following morning. And, so enamoured was he with the prospect of wearing Mark's briefs that he had not taken them off at all, instead purposely ejaculating into them. The downside of having such an gratifying time was that his cock had become quite sore and as so often happened after such prolonged abuse, was refusing to go soft. It was only on leaving the house that following morning and walking to the bus stop that the true nature of his self-inflicted injuries became apparent, when after some fifty yards down the road he was forced to limp, the frictional aspect between raw cock and underwear very apparent. After making several stops to unsuccessfully re-adjust matters, he also faced for the first time what most other boys had to battle with on a daily basis, how to disguise his erection from general view. Having now understood why so many boys walked around carrying their school bag in front, he decided to join them although the weight of the bag resting on his painful protuberance only seemed to make matters worse. Luckily he was the only one at the bus and relieved when it finally appeared in view, being relatively empty he had the choice of seats on the upper deck knowing that at the next stop Steve would be joining him. "Well, did you wank in 'em again?" Having rushed up the stairs Steve asked the question before he had even sat down. From his agitated state he appeared to Ollie to be obviously equally excited and judging by the bulge in his trousers was fully aroused into the bargain. "Six times!" announced Ollie very proudly. "And, it's still up... and I still got Mark's pants on!" "Bleeding hell! No wonder yer hiding it under yer bloody bag !" Steve was genuinely shocked. "I can't believe you've wanked six times since yesterday afternoon, `cause you ain't never ever said that you'd even wanked before this." "I fucking have now." replied Ollie excitedly. "How many times you done it then?" "Uumm.." Steve thought three didn't sound enough. "Four.. and I still got them horrible Aertex things on." "You hard now?" Ollie suddenly decided to whisper even though nobody else was on the upper deck, it seemed all the more exciting. "Wot d'you fucking think! Course I fucking am!" Steve giggled and rubbed the bulge. "Shall us have wank now then, `cause there ain't nobody else up yer yet is there?" Ollie looked around. "I thinks Geoff said he wanks on the bus a lot." "Do he? Oh fuck, I dunno, I ain't never wanked on a fucking bus before. D'you think it's safe then? Can't believe I've ever seen you like this before, so wot's happened!" Steve was genuinely wondering what on earth had come over Ollie, who previously having been the most reserved boy he'd met and was now suggesting something quite risky. "Dunno, I `spose it was that Geoff wunnit, he made me think wot I'd been missing like. Look, if we does it in our pants now it'll be alright, won't it?" safe or not, Ollie was quite determined to do it anyway, besides which he had already unzipped his fly beneath his bag. "Yer feel this, `cause I'm gonna do it anyway!" "Wot, wot.. you doing... oh fuck Ollie wot's happened to you!" Steve's voice tailed off, the sexually liberated Ollie had taken his hand and pushed it though the open fly to feel his hot cock encased in the sticky mess that purported to be Mark's briefs. "Cor, wot a fucking gert sticky mess... oohhhh... fuck.. y'know..." Steve, his voice a little husky tailed off. "Know wot?" asked Ollie. "Well, I was thinking of you when I was doing last night, I've been wanting to feel yer cock for fucking ages." stuttered Steve embarrassed at his truthful admission. "Wot! You really did, wot think of me.. wot when you was wanking?" Ollie blushed. Why hadn't he ever responded to Steve's advances before? "Well wank with me now then, we'll do each other shall us?" "More fun than doing our own, I ain't never done nobody else's! Let alone on the fucking bus going to school!" replied Steve reaching under his own bag and feeling for the zip. "But just fucking hurry up before I cums without you!" ########################################################### Chapter 54 to follow