Date: Thu, 15 Jun 2017 09:15:19 +0100 From: tom Subject: Lab Technician chapter 67 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 67 – Alfie's busy day "So who was it you said was coming round here this afternoon?" Geoff avoided looking his father directly in the face. "It's a mate from school innit, he's got a gert model railway like wot I got so he wanted to have a look, like." "Oh that's alright, you know I'm taking your mother round to her sister's shortly, so it'll be just you two here and we won't be back till about five o'clock," he hesitated not actually wanting to spell out what he was really trying to say, "and, well, we, we don't want a repetition of when mum got all upset the other week do we? "Course not dad." Despite blushing on being reminded of having been caught literally with his pants down Geoff's immediate reaction was, if only! Still, with any luck he should have no trouble in coaxing Jumbo into mutual masturbation as they had done on the bus earlier that week. "So, so what's this boys name?" "Jumbo." replied Geoff without really thinking. "Jumbo? That's very derogatory isn't it?" "Very wot dad?" In truth Geoff was only going through the motions of listening, he was far more interested in envisaging what Jumbo would look like dressed in only his underwear with rolls of white flesh exuding from every opening. More importantly, since Jumbo was obviously very shy and had never been intimate with another boy, would he have summoned up the courage to wear the spunk soaked underwear as he had promised or would his lack of self-confidence have got the better of him. "I said, that the nickname of Jumbo, well it's very derogatory... not very nice." "Oh, he don't care about that," said Geoff still preoccupied with thoughts of seeing the vast white bulk in matching vest and underpants, "`cause everybody at school calls him that, he don't worry, anyway it's true! He's really fat!" "Look it's half-past three," he said looking at his watch and only too keen to escape, "we have to go so we'll see you later, about five and don't forget what I've said." Raising his eyebrows in despair Ronald Wilkins checked his watch yet again and moved to escape from both the room and his paternal responsibilities. The prospect of having to confront his testosterone charged son with more sexual misdemeanours was anathema to him, not least since absolutely nothing remotely connected with sex nor adolescence had ever been discussed between them. Ronald was now reaping the benefits of his hands-off parenting as there was scant bond between them and usually, even less conversation. Everything had been left to Geoff's mother, who was so prim and proper that even bathing Geoff had caused her to be embarrassed. That situation had long been escalated by Geoff who having realised that since he invariably had an erection it would cause her to be very embarrassed, so from around the age of eight he had been left alone in the bathroom, which was probably just as well with half a bar of soap pushed up his bottom! "Course not dad." On hearing the front door close he smiled to himself and got up from the sofa to watch from the lounge window that they were indeed getting into the car to be on their way. His cock was already hard in anticipation of Jumbo's visit and partially stuck to the flimsy Aertex briefs, something which had resulted from a midday discharge whilst sat attempting, yet abysmally failing to complete his maths homework. In fact as he saw it, the only real answer to the stultifying formulae question was, who gave a fuck about log tables anyway! With his parents having departed down the road, he turned and rushed upstairs to his bedroom where there was work to do and it certainly wasn't maths homework. The room had to be prepared ready for Jumbo's visit, by prepared Geoff intended to lay out unmistakable evidence that he was very active when it came to masturbation so that Jumbo couldn't fail to notice and all of the evidence would be genuinely fresh right down to the last stain. The first task was to stage the bed and arrange the bedclothes so that it looked as though he had got up in a hurry leaving a litany of very obvious spunk blots behind him. Next were his pyjamas, still damp from the previous evening with the trousers bearing no end of yellowing starched patches to contrast with the blue stripes. Carefully crumpled and placed there could be no doubt as to how he occupied himself in bed when not actually sleeping, especially when he added from under the bed a truly revolting semen splattered Aertex vest used as a cumrag. And, as if to show that Jumbo he wasn't the only one to continually masturbate in his underwear, Geoff opened the top drawer of the chest to temptingly display the infamous Aertex underwear. In theory is was all clean, but since his mother never had the resolve to take him to task over his prolific masturbation habit of repeatedly saturating everything with semen, it varied in hues of grubby white to semen yellow, Finally, should all of these latent talking points be missed he went to the bathroom and extricated from the laundry basket the soiled briefs he had been wearing for the previous two days. Strategically placing them on the seat of the only chair adjacent to the model railway along with a very grubby white shirt he thought Jumbo would have no option other than see them whilst they were moved to make room to sit. All preparations completed he was just returning downstairs when the doorbell rang, it seemed Jumbo was very punctual. "You alright?" Geoff smiled warmly, just what was it about the overweight boy that so attracted him? Jumbo nervously returned the smile and fleetingly glanced at Geoff's bulging jeans unaware that Geoff had already looked at his. This was to be his first real encounter with an equally enthusiastic fellow onanist and underwear fetishist he desperately wanted it to be a success. "Yer, think so. I left me bike there is that alright?" he pointed towards the hedge. "Yeah, fine." for a brief moment Geoff genuinely wondered if the bike was specially reinforced to take the enormous weight. "Good." "Well come in, me mum and dad's just gone out, won't be back till about five." Geoff ushered him inside ensuring that their bodies touched as he came through the door, something not very difficult to engineer. "Where's yer railway then, up in yer bedroom I `spose?" Jumbo's mouth was dry, he was really quite nervous and trying to make conversation. "Yeah, d'you want a drink or something?" asked Geoff being the dutiful host. "Wouldn't mind some water." "We might have some lemonade if you wants." "Nah, water'll be alright, I don't wanna ruin me figure with all that sugar." giggling at his own joke he took a second look at Geoff's jeans. "Very funny, I like that! Come in the kitchen and I'll get you a drink," Geoff led the way, filled a tumbler and gave it to Jumbo waiting in the doorway, "yer you go." "Ta." As Jumbo drained the glass, it was Geoff's turn to take stock of his new conquest. Wearing what looked like an old school shirt with a white vest was plainly visible beneath, everything appeared to be stretched tightly around the sagging midriff so as to contain the bulk. Wearing jeans as most boys did, there were obvious logistical problems due to the enormity of his waist and short legs. It wasn't though the appalling fit which caught Geoff's eye, it was the dark wet looking patch some three inches across, between his legs. Unsure whether to broach the subject at all, Geoff found himself continuing to stare and trying to work out if Jumbo had an erection, although with so much fat to contend with and not being particularly well endowed it was really impossible to tell exactly where his organ might lie. "Wot's up, wot you looking at?" asked Jumbo who had now realised there was something that intrigued Geoff. "Uumm.." Geoff paused then continued to ask a very pertinent question. "Is you alright... you ain't had a gert accident or something have you?" "Oh.. bugger, it shows more than I wanted!" said Jumbo realising what Geoff was looking at, he pulled a face, but strangely did not seem in the least embarrassed. "Well wot... uumm.." Geoff didn't understand, all he did understand was that his cock had begun to twitch with excitement and there could be more to Jumbo than physically met the eye. "It was gonna be a surprise!" "A surprise?" "So what do you think it is then?" asked Hugh peering inside the bonnet. "What are the symptoms?" Andy leant on the wing. "Well it misfires, one plug's all messy and it's started using water and it ain't never done that before and.." "And, what about the oil?" "The oil? Well wot's that gotta do with it?" Andy looked blank. "Quite a lot." replied Hugh. "Now go on, pull the dipstick out and have a look." "Well, if you say so." Andy did as he bid and then turned round to show Hugh. "Oh, wot's happened, look it's gone a sorta grey colour!" "Confirms it's the head gasket doesn't it?" said Hugh. "If it's misfiring, using water and there are no visible water in leaks, think where's all that water ending up? It's either out the exhaust or in the oil and that dull grey look means there's water in it." "Dad, oh bugger, then it is the head gasket innit, I was hoping it wasn't." Andy looked at the engine. "It's a hell of a lot of work innit, doing a head gasket?" "Yes and if you're going to take it off then you might as well give a decoke and do the valves and all that stuff." Hugh looked inside the bonnet again. "Still at least there's plenty of room inside here to get it apart." "I wish there was room to do it in the garage, but I `spose I'll have to do it outside yer on the driveway." "Still, the only consolation is that I don't know anybody who can put their car in the garage, they're all filled of rubbish like ours is!" said Hugh. "I hope it doesn't rain." "Oh.. damn, I'll bet it does." "Right now listen," Hugh looked at his watch. "look it's just gone three, d'you want me to run you down to that big accessory shop to see if they have a gasket set. Don't forget you'll be needing a change of oil and filter." "Please, but I'll have to go inside and get me money first." With one hand holding the bonnet just about to close it, Andy was stopped in his tracks by the high speed arrival of Alfie. "Wot's wrong with it then? "Ah, it's the chief mechanic!" Hugh smiled. "I thought you'd be about to help." "Oh... I, I didn't see you there Mr.. uumm.." Alfie stuttered to a halt, not having seen Hugh when he had launched himself from across the road aiming to end up standing next to Andy, now in such close proximity both of them looked a little flustered. It was Andy who flushed first from his guilt complex at lusting after Alfie being totally unaware he had been locked in the bathroom whist his incredibly over active imagination ran wild envisaging it was Andy's hand doing all the work. "Come on then Alfie, you can tell us what's wrong with it." said Hugh. "Y'know when I was your age, I used to help my dad with his car and I learnt a lot. Thing is back then they used to break down a lot more than today so I got a lot of practice!" "Oh." Alfie was pondering just what sort of cars did they have that far back and whether they still had to have the man with the red flag walking in front. Andy said nothing, he didn't need too, the arrival of Alfie having started the unlikely combination of both further recrimination and an erection. "Go on then, make a guess." said Hugh encouragingly. "Well it ain't the plugs and that, so, so well it must be sorta mechanical, like," Alfie applied maximum brain power to the question, far more than he ever applied to his homework, "so I `spose sorta maybe like the cylinder head or something." "Very good, because we think it's the head gasket." said Hugh. "Cor, that was clever wunnit." said Alfie congratulating himself. "Not bad at all," said Hugh, who obviously unaware of their new relationship innocently concluded, "so it looks you two will be busy for a few evenings then." Inwardly Andy winced and did his best to maintain a fixed smile, whereas Alfie more or less hopped excitedly up and down, plainly ecstatic at the prospect of helping. "So wot's wrong with it then?" Mark now appeared in view, having spent the last five minutes in the bathroom managing to resist further detrimental self-abuse whilst crouched over a concave shaving mirror, poking his bottom to ascertain if would ever feel as it did before the mornings extensive anal ravishment. Still walking somewhat gingerly he approached the car and looked inside the bonnet since that was what everybody else seemed to be doing. "Head gasket." said Hugh. "Head wot?" asked Martin not sounding too interested, the raw feeling where his cock had been mercilessly flayed that morning taking far greater importance than an oily old engine "It don't matter," said Andy, "we was just about to go and get the bits to mend it." "We won't be long Martin," said Hugh, "I'll have to nip inside to get my car keys and I'd better tell your mother where we are going." Andy accompanied him, ostensibly to get some money, but feeling very guilty about what he had done with Alfie and was only too pleased to have an excuse to escape. "So wot had you been doing with Adam earlier then?" asked Alfie, hoping to keep Martin in conversation till Andy returned. "We was just out and about like on our bikes." "Oh." "We'll see you shortly then." said Hugh walking past them followed by Andy, who looked back wondering what Alfie was going to do now, would he wait with Martin? "Yeah, alright." replied Alfie smiling in a cherubic fashion, his thoughts had turned to Martin and the bulge in his jeans. Even after his intense anal adventure and the current reservations regarding the state of his cock, that afternoon Martin was insatiable. The sight of Alfie only added to his lust, who Martin had been observing rearranging the contents of his red briefs so they wouldn't stick to him after their very recent infusion of semen. "Where's Mark then?" Martin's logic was that it was very unlikely that Alfie wouldn't want to do something, but if that were the case then maybe Mark could be persuaded to join him and he guessed that wouldn't take too much persuading. "I dunno," the elastic twanged somewhere deep in Alfie's blue shorts, "yer dad's took him off somewhere, I dunno wot for." "Hey, now Alf," Martin moved a little closer, he had no doubt Alfie would be willing to play, although totally unaware that Alfie's boy parts were in pretty much the same state of debilitation as his own, "d'you remember wot we did the other week?" "Nah, wot was that?" he replied attempting to give a look of pure innocence. Things inside the red briefs were at a critical stage. Alfie's foreskin had retracted itself leaving the sensitive head very vulnerable to the adhesive powers of semen and very tight underpants. "You bloody knows," Martin blushed as he said it, "you knows, when you sucked me and Mark off in his bedroom." "Oh yeah, think I remembers," Alfie looked innocently up, having guessed at the very outset what Martin was really after, "wot when dad was there and saw them spunky pants was under the bed! So was they yer's or Mark's, I've forgotten?" "You gotta good fucking memory!" embarrassed, Martin had not yet realised that Alfie was winding him up. "So, I means.. would you do it now then.. well I mean, when like now `cause me dad's gone off with Andy!" "Wot, now! Where?" the ultra feigned surprise was nullified by the eagerness in his voice, especially when he added. "You won't tell nobody will you?" "Nah, course I fucking won't." Martin nodded towards the half open garage door. "We'll do it in the garage. Mum won't come out and I've wanked loads in there, it's dead safe." "Lucky it ain't one of them new up and over doors innit!" observed Alfie with a grin. "Fuck the door, you gonna do it then?" Martin was getting desperate. "Come on." "Might do." Alfie wanted something in return. "So wot you gonna do to me then?" "Well wot's want?" Martin's cock was already aching at the prospect and needed to be released from his jeans. "I `spose, well I umm, well, I could suck you as well?" "Oh yeah," replied Alfie enthusiastically, "but it's a bit sticky mind, `cause I had a gert wank dinner time." "Yeah, think I did as well." Martin tried to sound very casual, instead he looked very flushed thinking of what had gone before. "Snap then!" both were being more than a little economical with the truth. "Oh yeah," Martin the way to the garage. "well hurry up and get in yer then." "Cor, yer in a gert hurry, wot's up can't you wait!" Alfie followed Martin through the half open door into the gloom of the garage. "Bit dark innit? So who's sucking who first then?" "We could toss for it!" Martin laughed and pointed to wooden crate. "I'll do you first, so stand on that then I won't have to bend down." "You got it all worked out then!" Alfie grinned, he wasn't objecting. "D'you stand on this when you wanks in yer then?" "Course I fucking don't," Martin's hands twitched as did his cock, "now I wanna get yer shorts down, that's part of the fun." Alfie didn't need telling twice, he immediately stepped up on the crate and looked expectantly at Martin who appeared to be wrestling to undo his own jeans, finally dropping them around his feet his to show his cock barely restrained by the same stained briefs he had been wearing all day. "Thought you was sucking me?" Alfie's eyes were glued to the wet patch on the front of Martin's heavily spunk stained briefs that had played such a part in his earlier adventure. "Cor... bleeding hell, you've put a gert load in them!" "Yeah, a bit. That's betterer, me fucking cocks really hurts where it's been caught in me elastic." explained Martin standing directly in front of Alfie and beginning to run both his hands around his waist. "When d'you say you last cum then?" asked Alfie who's sense of smell had already detected that Martin, along with his briefs must have been thoroughly doused in semen at some point in the very recent past. "Dinner time. Now shut up and let's have butchers at wot you got." Martin's hands were everywhere for nearly five minutes poking and kneading Alfie's waist, bottom and of course the bulge at the front. Quite naturally both became even more aroused the longer it continued, that was until Martin knelt down in front of Alfie and pushed a hand up either leg of his shorts. However, the legs were a little too tight and curtailed progress further than being able to just touch the bottom of his briefs. The result was a foregone conclusion, in that with great ceremony Alfie's blue shorts were tugged down by the hem of the legs to very slowly reveal the front of his red briefs. "Oh fuck!" Martin stood back up, well aware that his own cock was on a hair trigger and liable to explode before Alfie had a chance to suck it. "Well hurry up or I'm gonna cum again!" implored Alfie despite ejaculating only some thirty minutes before. "You got cum all on the front of yer pants!" exclaimed Martin excitedly passing his fingers across the slippery material onto the obvious lump. "Oh fuck!" "Oooh.." Alfie pressed his legs together hoping to control further ejaculation. With that Martin did hurry up, in fact he couldn't stop himself. Pushing his face right into the red cotton he first licked the spunk off and then began sucking the end of Alfie's cock through the material. "Oh... oh... no!" was as far as Alfie got with his warning that ejaculation was upon him, he shuddered and shook as the orgasm took over. For Martin it was a new and by virtue of the fact it was Alfie, truly incredible sexual experience. Miraculously he managed to remained in contact, his mouth positioned right over the spot where the minimal amount of semen was forced it's way through to be instantly savoured and consumed. With saliva and spunk around his face he finally looked up at Alfie, who with his eyes closed appeared to be in the throes of post-orgasmic delight, yet Martin still had one more fantasy to enact. Despite everything, he had not ejaculated himself and reached down to assuage his throbbing organ, which was now continually drooled precum ensuring that his briefs were soaked. So, with Alfie being such a willing partner there was little left to do except conclude his fantasy if that was, he could manage to hold out. Very carefully he began to peel the red briefs down so that they were positioned under Alfie's balls and turned inside out to display the full spectrum of the days seminal deposits. It was Martin's opportunity to examine both Alfie's equipment and the state of his briefs, something he took quite an interest in before once again thrusting his face fully into the slimy material. With much slurping and moans of sheer delight, he very successfully managed to remove every trace of semen from both Alfie's underpants and genitals, luckily unaware that he was treading much the same path that his elder brother had trodden only hours before. However, how could such an act of depravity possibly end there? There was one act left to play which Martin desperately hoped would appeal to Alfie as much as it had done to him only that very morning. Though his right hand was already pretty well covered in his own precum, just for luck he rubbed it inside his briefs to load it with extra lubricant prior to forcing it between Alfie's legs and up his bottom as far as his finger would reach. "Fuucck..." shrieked Alfie literally jumping up in the air, only to return to earth and find Martin's wayward finger now even further up his bum! In fact once over the surprise nature of the entry, Alfie quickly began to enjoy the feeling and pirouetted happily around on the finger thinking it was much nicer than his own! Martin though was about to make a colossal mistake, for in his state of unbounded euphoria he had started to masturbate and consequently triggered a monumental orgasm which literally flooded his briefs with semen. Quite how either he or Alfie had managed to produce such quantities after all they had done earlier that day was a mystery. "Well you wanted to suck it, so now's yer bloody chance!" Martin put his hand still wet semen on top of Alfie's head and forced him down from the crate to the ground. Whereupon he leapt up onto the crate himself and pushed his sodden briefs right into Alfie's face, who merely looked up and grinned. Undisturbed in the half light the boys eagerly took it in turn to attend to each other and fulfil their fantasies, Alfie in particular culturing a distinct interest in Martin's underwear. However, it was only after every last drop of semen had been slurped up and swallowed that they looked at each other to realise what a dreadful state they were in. And, as they soon discovered it wasn't just their appearance, they were enveloped in the definitive aroma of semen. Alfie's face and hair was plastered with the contents of Martin's briefs, his clothes had numerous wet patches and his tight red briefs were no longer tight, but now wet sagged under the weight of saliva. Martin though was in a far worse state since the encounter had taken place on top of the mornings other sexual antics from which he had already been left looking pretty dishevelled, now in addition to everything else he positively reeked of semen. "Martin are you in there?" There was no mistaking his mothers voice, Martin couldn't believe it, she had never ever ventured out to look for him in the garage before. "Martin!" "Yes..." he eventually managed to reply, praying she wouldn't enter the garage, "just doing something to me bike I'll be out in just a second." "In the dark!" Alfie was frozen to the spot and white with fright or possibly it was an early frost. He looked at Martin hoping for some sort of lead as to what to do. Sadly, Martin didn't have clue, his only thought was not to get caught in a state of undress with his neighbours twelve year old son. "Hide in the fucking corner and get dressed ready to make a run for it." It was the only piece of advice he could think of which made sense to Alfie who nodded in agreement, but still couldn't get himself to move and instead watched as Martin frantically started to pull up his jeans. After what seemed hours, but was actually only seconds Martin walked very awkwardly, since his wet briefs were twisted towards the half open door hoping to keep his mother out of the garage. "Yeah, mum.. wot is it?" "Ah, good you're there." she approached the door oblivious of anything untoward with her gaze apparently taken by a weed sprouting in the adjacent flower bed. "Wot is it mum?" he asked his head peering around the door, in the hope his clothes would not be noticed and unaware that his face was glistening in the sun light after burrowing into Alfie's underpants. "Can you nip down to Co-op on your bike and get me some dried fruit, I'd started making a cake for tomorrow and haven't got enough." luckily for Martin she posed the question whilst she picked a couple of dead flowers from the border. "Yeah, right." he said and breathed with a sigh of relief. "I'll uumm.. I'll just finish me bike and then I'll come be in a minute and see wot you want." "Now, don't be to long as the mixtures all ready, I need that dried fruit now." It was to be a day Alfie would never forget. Waiting inside the garage he strained his ears to listen to the conversation afraid he would be discovered. Whilst the day had been predominated by his sexual encounters with Andy and Martin, he had in all respects been a more than willing partner even though both were far too old for him. However, the reality was that he now faced the prospect of being caught which set his imagination running riot, dire thoughts of being paraded before his parents were flashing through his mind. "You alright?" asked Martin, who even before waiting for an answer grabbed his bike ready to push it outside, he turned and added. "Look I gotta go in and see mum or she'll be back out, so you just counts to ten and then make a run for it!" "Alright? No, I sodding ain't!" said Alfie to himself hearing Martin scurry away. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chap 68 to follow