Date: Thu, 20 Apr 2017 11:57:08 +0100 From: tom Subject: Lab Technician Chapter 63 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 63 – "But, it's a gert secret innit?" "Well come on then!" Alfie already being the junior exhibitionist he was, had decided it felt safer to be in command than be subservient partner. Assuming that Ollie was possibly the most deficient in the cock department and also the shyest boy there he duly took over. "Wot!" "Or d'you want me to unzip you first?" "Just do it or the bloody bell will go, looks like Ollie's gone all shy!" said Geoff. Alfie didn't waste any time and was keen to see just what it was that Ollie had been playing with through his pocket. Pulling his own zip down, he opened the fly to allow some pale blue cloth to push it's way out, he then made a grab for Ollie's trousers. "No.. no.. I'll do it meself!" Ollie seemed to have rapidly recovered from being shy. "He's hard!" confirmed Alfie having proceeded anyway. Not wishing to relinquish his hold he continued to grapple for control of the zip, finally pulling it down to expose some very familiar white ribbed material that glistened in the light. "Looks like he's fucking cum already!" cried Steve, quickly bending down alongside Alfie to peer right into the gaping fly . "No I ain't!" countered Ollie lamely. "Bloody looks like it!" said Steve. "Cor, look at all that spunk." Alfie couldn't resist tentatively allowing a finger to stroke the purple head, appearing through the thin layer of translucent cotton. "No! No!" Ollie tried to back away, but was pursued by Alfie's roving fingers squeezing his cockhead whenever they made their slimy contact. It was Geoff who stopped any further retreat by moving slightly sideways to block his path, leaving Ollie to Alfie's mercy. Within the confines of the circle Steve found the whole thing so incredibly arousing he pushed his hand down the front of his trousers and began blatantly rubbing himself. "Steve, well at least undo yer fucking zip so we can all see!" said Geoff. Steve needed little encouragement and immediately obliged offering the choice of two boys to watch. Understandably it was now Geoff's turn to inspect what Alfie had to offer and he took his turn to bend down in front to stare through the open fly. Whatever was constrained within the blue briefs appeared to be trying to get out and Alfie didn't seem to object when Geoff began to poke around hoping to explore a little further. However, before Geoff could delve too deeply inside further progress was brought to a halt by Ollie, who with trembling legs breathlessly announced he had finally begun to ejaculate. Alfie was beside himself with excitement at being so close and able to observe all that Ollie's cock could manage to produce. He watched spellbound as semen was expelled from the pulsing organ to be forced right through the ribbed cotton of the Y-fronts to form large opaque globules which subsequently slithered down onto the front of Ollie's usually pristine trousers. "I'm fucking cumming now!" moaned Steve, his trousers threatening to fall around his knees, his hand clawing at his spunk stained briefs trying to pull them out of the way as he too stared at Ollie's cock. "Oh fuck." gasped Geoff finding the sight, just like Alfie very, very erotic. "Oi! Wot you doing to Alfie!" The peace, not to say the sense of pervading sexual tension was abruptly shattered. Spunky and Terry had forced themselves through the human cordon to, as they thought it, rescue Alfie from the evil clutches of the bigger boys. "Bleeding hell!" exclaimed Spunky after an appropriately shocked silence. "Oh!" an equally stunned Terry confirmed the obvious. "Cor, they's all wanking!" "Look at his willy! All the cums come through his pants!" Gesticulating wildly Spunky aimed his comments towards the unfortunate Ollie, who couldn't have been caught in a more embarrassing situation by the younger boys if it had been planned. Shy, really was the only word when it came to Ollie exhibiting his wares and the one audience who he had never ever intended to show them too comprised second year boys still in grey short trousers. Terry had now got over the shock and was excitedly looking between Ollie and Steve, mentally comparing both size and the quantity of semen produced. "His is a lot bigger than his is!" announced Terry, pointing first to Steve's drooling organ and then to Ollie's more modest offering, semi-hidden in the slimy Y-fronts. "Yeah." agreed Spunky after careful inspection before turning to Alfie. "So wot's you doing yer with this lot then? `cause we came to rescue you from 'em." "Oh, it's all to do with Mark innit?" Alfie grinned and zipped his shorts back up. "This just sorta happened. It's alright, they won't hurt nobody, they's just the bunch of big wankers who does it with our Mark!" By now, Ollie's resolve had all but resolved to abandon him to his fate. It was the realisation that he'd never live down the news of how he had been caught with his underpants soaked with semen. Trying very unsuccessfully to make himself look presentable he failed, the onerous streaks of semen over the fly of his trousers being the giveaway. Steve wasn't having that much luck either and was suffering with exactly the same problems, although since he generated more semen the coverage was more generous. "Well we's off then, alright?" said Alfie cheerfully, watching Ollie and Steve desperately battling to appear semi-decent for their next lesson. "Wot yer off?" Steve was totally taken aback at Alfie's confidence. "Hey, you ain't saying nothing to nobody about this is you or... or we'll fucking do you!" "Nah, would we?" said Terry, somehow Steve knew he couldn't be too sure. Spunky just grinned, he'd been wondering just how big would his cock be when he was their age, somehow he rightly concluded it wouldn't be as big as Steve's! "You'd better fucking not!" added Ollie, although it was very hard to sound in the slightest bit menacing when there was nowhere to wipe the spunk off his fingers! "Well, we's off then `cause the bells gonna go innit?" Alfie smiled at Geoff, glancing down to a noticeably tenting fly. "D'you want me to say something to Mark?" "Nah, don't," he smiled back, one day he told himself he would get inside Alfie's shorts, "only that I might pop round after school and see him later, alright?" "Nah, course I won't say nothing. That is if he ain't. wanked himself to death with being in bed all day." Alfie's voice was drowned out by the sound of the lesson bell. "Oh fuck.. it's the bell!" Ollie looked in desperation to Steve for some support, but he too was having troubles of his own with both hands liberally covered in semen now being unavoidably redistributed over his uniform. Neither looked fit for class. For Andy the morning had passed very slowly. He had been constantly churning over the same questions that had been raised by his drive in with Alfie, naturally the questions were neatly divided and revolved around his will power. In that one side argued it would never be found out if he did do something with Alfie, whereas the other side instinctively knew nothing should happen in the first place. It was pretty obvious to Peter that something was again amiss in Andy's life, in all probability connected one way or another with sex. Not wishing to see him become overly depressed he had asked him straight out what was worrying him during the morning break. "So that's about it." concluded Andy looking at the coffee mug, having given Peter a very sketchy version of events which didn't actually reveal much other than that a younger boy who lived next door had very, very vaguely propositioned him. "Y'know you're a bloody awful liar!" said Peter trying to catch his eye. "Wot.. I ain't!" "You are, there's more too it than that. Be honest you're taken with him aren't you?" Andy blanched, he was a indeed a bloody useless liar. "And, so let me guess, then somebody touched somebody?" Peter's question wasn't very subtle, but then it wasn't intended to be. Answers were required that might shock Andy into realising what he was starting to get to involved in, although of course unknown to Peter he was already involved. "Yeah, well he uumm.. stuttered Andy, "you gonna tell Tim?" "Tell Tim what?" Tim appeared in the room having now arrived ready for a lesson. "Ah, very opportune," Peter looked up, "coffee?" "No, just had some in the staffroom." Tim looked Andy, it didn't take lot to work he was yet again struggling. "So what's happened now?" "He's being pursued... again." said Peter. "How old?" "Twelve, by the sound of it." "Oh shit!" Tim looked across to Andy, who was plainly embarrassed. "Now don't take this the wrong way, but Andy don't you see you're so attractive to them. Part of it is you don't look your age and you find it very easy to talk to them, but you mustn't encourage them." "He's right," said Peter, "I'd bet that they almost think of you as attending the school and not working here. D'you see what I mean?" "Yeah, but I still don't know what to do to stop it." replied Andy forlornly. "This is worse though, `cause he's just moved in a few doors away. I see him and his older brother all the time, they even gets a lift in with me some days." "Oh! What? D'you mean they're both at this school?" Tim looked alarmed. "I might even be teaching them then?" "Yeah, you certainly teaches Al..." "No, no Andy," quickly interrupted Tim, "please, I don't want to know who they are." "That's probably wise." agreed Peter. "But Tim, what's he going to do, it sounds like the young one really has taken to him." "If it helps, I can remember being about twelve and at boarding school when I started trying getting crushes on some of the older boys and that made me very promiscuous." Tim flushed at his own admission. "The thing is when you are that sort of age, well you just don't think ahead. I'll bet this boy who likes you isn't doing it maliciously, he just wants to be with you and that sex would be a bonus." Andy scratched his hairless chin as he digested Tim's views. "So, d'you think I could be friends with him without doing nothing involving sex then?" "It'll be hard work to take sex off the agenda if that's what he wants, but it would be a good start wouldn't it?" said Peter despite thinking to himself that were times when Andy was really quite naive and he didn't really very sound any different to the boys in school. "Obviously it would be better if you could avoid him totally," Tim caught Peter's eye, "but that doesn't sound possible really, does it?" "Nah, don't think it is." Andy had already nearly talked himself into an impossible situation where Alfie's relationship was purely plutonic and mechanically based. "Right, but just say you were mending your car and he appeared to help, since we know he loves that type of thing don't we?" said Peter. "And, well now I want you to be absolutely honest, d'you think you'd get an erection if he was by your side?" Tim looked surprised at the direct question. "Maybe.." Andy looked very embarrassed. As it to confirm both his own naivety and the undue interest he took in Alfie he then concluded. "See, I'm sure he does!" "Ah." Tim was now absolutely sure both Andy and the boy wanted sex. "Right," said Peter racking his brains for an answer, "so what are we going to do?" Tim started to reply along the lines that there was very little doubt that sex was the prime mover and could not be avoided. Luckily however, Andy was saved from further blushes when the rest of Tim's reply was drowned out by the lesson bell. "We need to think about this." said Peter getting up, knowing full well what the only real solution was. "Maybe by lunchtime somebody will have had a brainwave." By lunchtime it appeared that other than platitudes nobody had really had the required brainwave, nor the inclination to say outright that Andy should simply sever all contact with Alfie. Whilst undoubtedly the correct thing to do, it was rather implausible given that Alfie virtually lived next door and Andy's mental state was still a little precarious to say the least, neither Tim nor Peter wanted to see him regress. Indeed, by four o'clock there were still no indications of the aforesaid brainwave and with nothing to prepare for the morning classes Andy was on his way to the carpark. Sitting in the car he looked aimlessly around wondering whether to go straight home or go for drive and give himself more time to think. However, seeing the beige business card in the door pocket was more than enough reason to make him sit up, it having determined exactly where he was going, number seventeen Kings Square. Some fifteen minutes later he found himself driving around the perimeter of the square, the centre portion having retained the communal garden that would have originally been shared by the residents who had lived there. However, being central to the city the large Georgian houses were now used for office accommodation, many with limited parking at the front. Limited parking or not, the white Porsche 911 was standing proudly outside number seventeen just as Andy had hoped, driving very slowly by allowed him to look longingly at the car and take in the opulence of the offices. For some inexplicable reason he realised he was getting an erection, something just looking at a car had never done before, it certainly made a change as compared to Alfie's shorts! And, of course the Porsche's owner had absolutely nothing to do with it, other than in a very scary sexual connotation as an older homosexual who had propositioned him earlier. It was luck that Guy Morrison just happened to glance out of the first floor window to see the pale green Morris Minor crawl by, initially thinking nothing of it he turned back to his desk. Suddenly though, he leapt up and stared out of the window to catch sight of the rear of the car as it continued slowly on it's way around the square. Coincidence it couldn't have been, surely not, especially as the driver looked very young and rather familiar? With those thoughts flashing through his brain, he had the presence of mind to scribble down the cars registration number before it disappeared from view. Neither could there be a coincidence in that he too was getting an erection, it had to be the appealing young man who he had met at the petrol station. There was no denying they were both homosexual, so what other explanation could there be other than Andy cruising around and the square unless he had finally decided to make contact. It was time to call in favour. Indeed for the professional man like Guy Morrison it was the very reason he had become a mason in the first place, networking meant business. A lodge meeting was scheduled early the following week which invariably meant a couple of policemen would attend, so who better to ask to access the car registration records to find out exactly who owned the pale green Morris Minor. "Anybody sitting yer?" Alfie looked up to see Geoff hovering. "This ain't yer usual bus is it?" "Nah, thought I'd go an see how Mark was." replied Geoff all but falling onto the vacant seat as the bus lurched off down the road. "Well since yer there, you might as well stay I `spose." Alfie wiped his nose on his sleeve, having already noted the dried sperm around Geoff's fly. "Yer little mate's got a funny name, Spunky?" it seemed to Geoff to be quite a good conversation opener. "He's like you, see?" Alfie grinned mischievously having instantly deduced in which direction the conversation was likely to go and was rather looking forward to it. "Nah, I don't see, so wot's mean?" Geoff shuffled on his seat, being so close to Alfie with the conversation already going in the right direction, his cock was hardening. Saying he had wanted to see how Mark was, was something of a half-truth, since he really wanted to see how far he could get with Alfie and the bus journey offering an ideal opportunity. If as he suspected from his earlier encounter with Alfie, he was as randy as his brother Mark then he should be easily able to persuade him to enter into a foreplay. "Well, it's `cause he wanks a lot like you does." replied Alfie casually. "He can't leave it alone? I `spect you'll be doing it with Mark when we gets to our house!" "He does.. I do? Wot?" Geoff was quite unprepared for the full blown assault, rather in fact as Alfie had been when cornered earlier in the playground. "Yeah and he wears them funny Aertex pants like wot you does, I wonder if all wankers wears 'em, wot d'you think?" "How d'you know wot I wears?" Geoff was almost embarrassed, Alfie was certainly not backward in coming forward. "I seen Mark in 'em and they was all covered in dried cum, `cause you swops with him don't you, then you wanks in each others all night!" Geoff was now really embarrassed. "Fuck!" "Hey," at this point Alfie really didn't know what possessed him to carry on, leaning over he whispered, "I've seen yer two mate's willy's, so you gonna show me yer's as well?" Embarrassed or not, Geoff the decidedly latent homosexual fifteen year old was about to literally seize the opportunity and grope a twelve year old boy. Looking guiltily around he lifted his school bag onto his lap and replied. "I ain't getting it out now like this, but you can put yer hand in me pants if you wants and feel it. But, only if I can feel yer's in return." Alfie gulped, he had taken things far too far and he knew it. There was little doubt from the way Geoff was moving about on the seat he was really very erect which in itself was presenting some difficulty in unzipping his fly under cover of the bag. "Look if we does this, well you, you, you ain't telling nobody is you?" replied Alfie rather apprehensively, nevertheless really wanting to know what Geoff had to offer. "Nah, course I won't." Geoff smiled and pushed his glassed back up his nose. "You don't mind if me pants is a bit, sorta, well uumm, y'know wot I means don't you?" "Wot? Y'mean they's a bit spunky?" asked Alfie immediately thinking that maybe he wasn't the only one who liked that feeling. "Can't be worse than our Mark's though!" "No, don't `spose they can," Geoff grinned, it seemed that Alfie was about to play ball, "I got me zip undone now, so go on then and get in there." "Yeah alright, just hold on." checking nobody could really see, Alfie tentatively pushed his hand over to rest on Geoff's leg. "Hurry up." "Have you had the end of yer willy cut off?" whispered Alfie as he slowly pushed his has hand under the bag to the open fly. "Yeah," Geoff sniffed, "don't get no choice as a baby! Mark ain't, so have you?" "Nah, but it's clean, it ain't full of yuk like Mark's is!" "Oh, `tis a bit innit!" Geoff grinned, trying not to show just how aroused he was. Alfie was certainly becoming very communicative even if he hadn't quite got inside the Aertex briefs. Maybe it was time to up the stakes a little particularly since Geoff knew he had just started to ooze precum. "You can wank me off if you wants!" "Oh, I dunno about that," Alfie looked up, "think I'll just have a bit of feel, I means somebody night catch us like." "Possibly." Geoff's voice peaked for a moment as Alfie's fingers finally made contact with the flimsy material to squeeze the slimy end of his cock. "Yer right, `cause yer pants is a bit sticky." observed Alfie very casually, "they ain't no good is they, you might as well not wear any, no wonder our Mark had squirted cum right through 'em when I caught him!" "Yeah, yer right." Geoff knew all about the failings of Aertex underwear, but at that moment was far more interested in what was hidden inside Alfie's shorts. "Let's have a feel then, that's wot we agreed wunnit." "Yeah I `spose." replied Alfie, lifting his bag onto his lap with his free hand as he glanced out of the window. "We still got about ten minutes." "It's alright, I `spect I can undo yer zip." said Geoff immediately shoving his arm under the bag and giving Alfie no time to refuse. "Ooh, yer hard already ain't you?" "Yeah I `spose." Alfie blushed, whatever he was doing inside Geoff's trousers was having quite an effect on both of them. "Look if I rubs yer cock, you'll tell me if you's gonna cum won't you? See, `cause I don't wanna get all messy like." "Course I will." Geoff smiled reassuringly despite having no intention of warning Alfie at all, he was hoping the present emissions would be difficult to detect since his briefs still hadn't recovered from their last infusion during the middle lesson of the afternoon. "Ooohhh!" squeaked Alfie excitedly wriggling on the seat. Plainly Geoff wasn't wasting any time having instantly burrowed under the elastic and was already playing with his foreskin. "So, am I doing it right then?" asked Geoff innocently, swiftly putting his foreskin manipulation techniques as taught by Mark in operation. "Oh yeah!" grunted Alfie, being quite unprepared for Geoff's penile master class. "Well you get rubbing mine then, wrap me vest and pants round it and rub 'em up and down, there's enough slippery stuff ain't there?" "Mum, this is Geoff," said Alfie dropping his bag onto the kitchen floor, "he's come back with me to see how Mark is." "Oh, right." Alison turned from sink and dried her hands to see Geoff, replete with mandatory top lip bumfluff, marginal acne and some gold NHS glasses which appeared to a little large and permanently sliding down his nose. "Yeah, they's asking about him at school, so I thought I'd see how he is like." replied Geoff in his best visiting voice. "Yes, well do, he's more or less recovered and up in his room finishing all his outstanding homework." she smiled. "I expect you're up to date with all yours." "Oh, course. I always does it on time" he returned the smile, casually ensuring the bag covered the fresh spunk seeping through his trousers. Alison couldn't quite put a finger on it, but there was something slightly odd about Geoff's appearance. Could it be the rather curious way he was standing, with his legs squeezed together along with the merest trace of a strangely familiar smell? All of course was due to Alfie's bravura effort on the bus in bringing Geoff to a colossal climax and all almost destroying his Aertex briefs in the process. Not that Alfie had escaped, he too had been made to ejaculate and his own blue briefs had also been stretched to the limit. "I'll show you were he is." said Alfie dragging Geoff out into the hall way towards the stairs where he added quietly. "Look, you ain't saying nothing to him is you, like about wot we done on the bus?" "Nah, course not." said Geoff. "Honest." "So, wot you gonna say about all that mess then?" Alfie nodded towards the wet patches on his trousers. "Nothing, `cause he knows I wanks on the bus all the time." Geoff grinned. "We oughta do it again... would you?" "Uumm.." Alfie bit his lip and looked around, there no doubt he was getting what he wanted, some hands on experience with older boys. His list of very willing conquests included Martin, Mark, Andy and to which he could now add Geoff. "Wot d'you think?" Geoff's heart was racing, he was already nearly erect again, to him Alfie was just so cute and his bottom just waiting to be explored. "You knows I won't say nothing." "Could do I `spose." mumbled Alfie having already made his mind up it was time to visit the bathroom and partake of further self-abuse, even though he had only just climaxed. Besides, his hand was still quite clammy with Geoff's semen. "And, listen, next time if you lets me see you in yer vest and pants, I'll suck yer willy." "Fuck!" said Geoff under his breath. "Next time!" "But, it's gotta be a gert secret innit? Our secret like." "Definitely, a real gert secret." Geoff smiled, Alfie was the equal of his brother Mark. ################################################################ Chapter 64 to follow