Date: Fri, 07 Jul 2017 14:41:03 +0100 From: tom Subject: Lab Technician Chapter 69 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 69 – The pressure builds Looking furtively around after wiping his face with the back of his grubby hand, Alfie emerged from the garage and walked rather awkwardly back towards his upturned bicycle. For the third time that day he had swallowed another boys semen and had in addition mercilessly flayed his cock without there ever being any real prospect of ejaculation. It had been a senseless thing to do and now it really hurt. If that wasn't enough, he suddenly began feeling very tired and just wanted to lie down, something compounded by the fact he was now also feeling a little sick. History had repeated itself and he should have known the dubious contents of Mark's foreskin were enough to make anyone feel ill. Still, by way of consolation he had coughed and spluttered so much during the act that most of Mark's semen had been returned over the front of his jeans. All told Alfie have overdone matters and was exhausted both physically and mentally. The physical side he would quickly be over, it was the mental aspect that was nagging away at him. Such that he knew what he had done that day was definitely wrong and heightened by his twelve year old mindset kicking in to tell him that now he could well grow up queer. "Look, you fucking little prick, now you fucking got cum all over me clothes!" Mark finally appeared from the garage rubbing the front of his bulging jeans in the forlorn hope of distributing the offending slime which Alfie instantly recognised it as his saliva mixed with spunk mixed in. "Oh, thought you'd started wanking again already!" Alfie scowled. "I ain't never bleeding sucking that dirty thing again, I feels sick with all that muck you's got stuck under the end, why don't you bleeding wash it!" "I fucking nearly did the other week!" Mark was not really listening, having rubbed so much the stain was now more prominent, just as was his erection. "Well bloody look, does this show now then?" "Nah, not at all." Alfie couldn't help smiling even if he did feel sick. The wet blotches were more than obvious and offered an opportunity to subtly extract revenge. "You fucking sure it don't show?" "Yeah. Look we all knows yer always wanking, so if like Soph or mum see's yer bulge they'll know you been at it, so just go in with yer hands in front to hide it!" "D'you reckon? Shit, d'you think they really knows that I wanks? And Soph?" asked Mark, who appeared to be having yet another extremely, if blindingly naive moment. "Course, we all knows yer always at it! Bet even Soph knows about all that trouble with mum over yer spunky pants the other week!" continued Alfie twisting the knife. "So just keep both yer hands in front like I says and they won't notice will they?" "Oh fuck, think Soph knows about that then?" Mark flushed with embarrassment, although unable to recall exactly which of several episodes Alfie was referring too. "Sure she do, wouldn't be surprised if she don't look through the laundry basket, she don't miss nothing!" unaware he was actually speaking the truth, Alfie quickly turned to finish tightening the wheel nuts before Mark could see he was trying not to laugh. "Right." Mark moved off with a curios crab like, sideways motion both hands in front as directed only to find the door locked, he looked to Alfie. "Fuck, you gotta key?" "Nah," replied Alfie safe in the knowledge it was in his pocket, "better ring the bell." "Oh shit!" he reached for the bell push, hoping it wasn't Sophie who answered. "Well wot d'you want?" Sophie opened the door and looked down him up from the step. Alfie, at ground level strained to look upwards, her extremely short skirt affording him an occasional flash of her white panties, even if he wasn't interested in girls. "Forgot me key, I wants to come in, don't I?" "I dunno, do you?" said Sophie being her very obstructive fourteen year old self and observing mercilessly. "You looks like you just cum anyway!" "Course I wants to come you silly bleeding cow, now get out the sodding way!" relations were restored to normal. Alfie was desperate not to laugh, Sophie's relationship with Mark had deteriorated considerably since she had been caught with masturbating with Patti. "Don't call me a bleeding cow you... you.. bloody wanker!" instantly fired up and ready for an argument Sophie was not moving from the doorway. "Why've you got yer hands like that... you have... you've been fucking wanking again ain't you!" "Just shut yer fucking face!" snapped Mark, his red face easily confirming the guilt. "Fuck you! D'you think I didn't hear yer bed squeaking last night?" she laughed. "Yer gert wanker!" "Get out my fucking way!" repeated Mark, knowing his bed squeaked every night and if there was time it would squeak every morning as well. Invariably twice on Saturday and Sunday mornings. "Yer just a gert wanker! And, you was doing it again this morning wasn't you?" Sophie stuck her tongue out. "Gert long wank, wunnit? Bets you makes a mess!" Gullible as ever, Mark just looked at her and went redder and redder in the face. "D'you think I can't tell when you just cum in yer pants? I've seen the mess you makes!" she laughed pointing. "Yer trying to hide it now ain't you. Wanker!" His red face positively radiating heat he finally replied, his accusation as spurious as her's had been. "So d'you bloody think I ain't heard you moaning with yer fingers squishing about all and stuffed up yer fanny!" "Fuck off! You been listening?" "I hears you, sounds like yer stirring a bucket of wallpaper paste!" From her look he could tell he had hit the target, he concluded with an inspired guess, although based on a certain experiences of his own. "So wot you got then a fucking box of candles or is it a gert carrot you got hidden under yer bed!" However implausible it was to hear anything through a brick wall, in her agitated state she took the bait. Alfie, struggling to suppress his laugher continued to watch safely from a distance as Sophie's face became red with embarrassment, followed by a transformation to white with anger. Total war had just been declared, she stared down at Mark's hands still covering the front of his jeans. Both now fumed silently. Mark was contemplating strangulation, but it was Sophie who first broke the silence to win the battle with a devastating frontal attack. "Mum... mum... Mark's wet himself again, he's out yer trying to cover it all up!" she screeched quite obviously hoping that the rest of the street would hear as well. Alfie all but choked, Mark looked as though he had been punched in the stomach. Sophie, having delivered what was a masterly and inspired put-down had already disappeared back inside the house leaving Mark looking hopelessly lost. "Sophie! Stop shouting!" It wasn't Alison, but Jim who appeared and he certainly wasn't looking too enamoured by Sophie's deafening vocal performance. As parents, their patience in respect of Sophie's hormonal behaviour and her constant needling of the boys had started to wear dangerously thin. With Mark speechless it was Alfie who answered. "She went inside dad." "So what the hells going on between you two now then?" he looked at Mark. "Now what's she on about, did she just say you've wet yourself?" Alfie spluttered quietly behind his bike. Mark was having difficulty in saying anything such was the Sophie effect. "Oh for god's sake Mark," Jim was definitely losing his patience, "I don't care if you have wet yourself, just get in and sort yourself out." "Right." mumbled Mark, escaping at high speed lest something else arise. Jim sighed and walked slowly over to Alfie, who wasn't usually the cause of dissent. "Was that inner tube I got you the right size?" "Yeah, just doing the wheel up and it's done." said Alfie, who for the entertainment was feeling much better. "Wot's up with her dad, she's always having a go a Mark?" "I don't know, but I do know she's making it damned hard work of it whatever it is." "Yeah, I thinks she's been worse since that `orrible Patti girl came round." "There's no doubt of that." he looked hopefully at Alfie. "I don't suppose you heard what started this off just now?" "Nah," Alfie focused on the wheel nuts, "I dunno, I think I musta missed that bit." Sunday morning dawned, Geoff had had a dreadfully cold night sleeping on the floor wrapped in his dressing gown since everything else was smelling of urine and damp to the touch. Having improvised by dangling the wet bedding around the room so the air could get to it and leaving the windows wide open all night to get some circulation, come the dawn things were certainly a lot drier, if colder. Unfortunately the room still smelt and the bedding still a touch damp although the mattress had finally stopped dripping onto the floor. However, the good thing was that Jumbo had escaped the previous afternoon with literally a minute to spare before Geoff's parents had returned. Although for Jumbo that didn't feel particularly good since he had to leave without any underwear on at all and was something which Geoff had absolutely insisted upon drying for him. Insisted, for the sole reason that whilst getting it all to dry he could indulge his underwear fetish to check out all stains and add some of his own. In retrospect though, one thing Geoff had decided was that whilst the watersport aspect had been fun at the time, it was not to be repeated unless maybe outdoors somewhere and with a change of clothes handy! Still, the damp bedding aside there was something to look forward too later, Ollie had said he might pop over sometime that afternoon to see Geoff's model railway. Which in Ollie's case was a genuine interest in model railways, whereas Geoff was hoping he could raise other interests. Notwithstanding Geoff's situation, even having been awake, cold and tired since the crack of dawn, life had to move on and for those over at Westleaze Avenue other than the occasional cracking of starched pyjamas everything was extremely serene. In fact it was to be gone well past ten in the morning before there was any sign of life from any of the compulsive onanist's. The excesses of the previous day having taken their toll and sapped reserves, effectively sending them all into deep, sexually induced comas, each reliving their over-indulgences. Martin was probably the most affected, utterly fixated after the mornings events with Adam and Mr Maxwell, the concluding episode with Alfie ensured he was unable to think of anything else for the rest of the day. Inevitability, his erection refused to subside leading to him having to try to disguise it and having visiting the bathroom twice during that evening to relieve the pressure. Of course, the consequence was the wear and tear, not to mention an ever decreasing seminal output, none of which was helped by further mandatory ejaculation when he finally went to bed. If his cock was feeling sore at that stage, it was to feel considerably worse in the morning after humping the bed all night with a predictably, slimy result. However, even though his cock was still glowing red under the sheets as he continued to sleep, it was Andy who first managed to get up and totter down the stairs to breakfast. Amazingly enough he was looking and feeling considerably better than the day before having resolved to himself that his foray into the adult world of the lay-by was not to be, at any rate immediately repeated. And, that as far as the irrepressible Alfie was concerned whilst their encounter had been categorically wrong both legally and morally, the truth was he had really enjoyed it. Having now talked himself into thinking it should be safe to repeat the act, just as long as it were only between the two of them, he told himself he wouldn't feel too guilty. That were if Alfie were to proposition him and even if he didn't then a few unsubtle hints should help do the trick. Whilst acknowledging being homosexual to selected peers, Andy was not ready to admit even to himself that his desire for younger boys was really that dominant, as such it was proving to be a hard fact to accept. "So are you going to start taking it to bits this morning then?" asked Hugh, having a mid morning coffee even though Andy was only just arrived to have breakfast. "Oh, wot dad?" he was shaken from his continuing daydream of fondling Alfie. "Yeah, well I rang Pete last night and he said he'd let me borrow his socket set." "That's nice of him." "Said he'd drop it over sometime this morning on his travels." "Good. Now you want to lay some newspaper out on the boot floor so you'll have somewhere to keep all the bits together." "Right. Dad, I've read about doing a head gasket and wanna try to do it all meself." "Fine by me," he said, "but, let me know if you get stuck. When you've got the head off I'll show you how to use my old valve spring compressor, so hopefully you won't loose any fingers." "That's the bit I don't quite understand, wot with them little collets or wotever they're called." "I dare say you'll be having your little assistant to help you." Hugh smiled. "He seems a really nice boy and he knows which end of a spanner is which as well." "Oh yeah," Andy hoped the shiver he felt didn't show, "yeah... I `spose I will." "Well, you were just like him at that age, always taking your bike or something to pieces." "Oh shut up dad!" now he really flushed. "It's embarrassing, I was a kid back then." "It's not embarrassing. Enjoy it while you still can, in a weeks time you're going to be twenty-one and magically you'll become an adult." he finished his coffee. "God only knows what your mother is arranging for your birthday, but I'm trying to keep out of it!" "She's not is she! Oh no, wot's she gonna do?" "I don't know, that's women for you!" he grinned. "But, like I said I'm keeping well out of it, so don't say you haven't been warned!" "Bugger!" Maintaining focus was one of the problems of being twelve, meaning that Alfie could have woken up transfixed by sex or equally by wanting to be a car mechanic or astronaut for the day. However, since masturbation could be instantly rescheduled whereas major automotive works, particularly with Andy could not, Alfie was bolting down a bowl of cornflakes in preparation to becoming a truly indispensable automotive assistant. Andy had barely opened the bonnet to survey the task before Alfie had excitedly appeared, seemingly without reference to what had happened between them the previous day. Andy most certainly had not forgotten it, in fact quite the contrary as his fluttering heart reminded him, the big question was should he tactfully raise the subject and hope Alfie would respond, possibly even request a repeat performance. "We're starting then?" confirmed Alfie looking inside the bonnet. "Wot's first then?" "Yeah... uumm.. I `spose we are." It was no good, Andy had to get a grip on himself, either that or abandon the work altogether. Typically, one half of him was urging total restraint where Alfie was concerned, the other half already firming up wanted more, much more. "Wot then?" Alfie was definitely in mechanical mode and raring to start. "Yeah, well, look if yer gonna help, you can't do in them smart clothes," he tried to sound assertive, "so you gotta put something old on, `cause I don't wanna be chased by yer mum if you goes home all covered in oily shit do I?" "Oh.." Alfie looked down, maybe the jeans and red striped T-shirt were a little vulnerable, "I `spose yer right, I'll go change then." "Yeah, good idea." Andy sighed as he watched Alfie rush off, it was going to be hard work, very hard work to hold it all together, but there really was no choice. Neither was there any time for further thought, since in less than a couple of minutes Alfie was back, this time in clothes that looked he had all but grown out of, some tan shorts and a pale green T-shirt that didn't quite meet the top of the shorts exposing the skin beneath. "Well.. yeah, that's better and it really don't matter if they get a bit dirty then?" Andy, then having to pause for a moment to take a second look just to confirm the tight shorts really did show the perfect the outline of Alfie's bottom and small briefs, telling himself not get an erection was useless, it was already far too late. "Nah, they don't matter, I checked with mum. So wot shall I do then?" "Well the first thing is to drain the radiator, so when the head comes off the engine won't fill up with water." said Andy desperately trying to sound normal, peered inside and began pointing with a shaky finger. "Alfie look down there, can you see that little tap thing down the bottom corner of the rad?" "Yeah, so wot have I got to do?" Alfie was rubbing up against him, it really wasn't intentional as he was genuinely in mechanic mode, but enough to make Andy flinch. "Well I thought as yer smaller you could lie underneath, that saves us jacking it up, so just reach up and turn it, but be careful it don't start pissing water out over you!" "I got it, right so I'll..." Alfie made to lie down. "No.. No.. Just hang on a sec," interrupted Andy, "I wants to check something." Pretending to look at the radiator again Andy pressed himself hard into the wing, his voice wasn't sound quite right and he certainly didn't feel right, his heart was racing, his erection need attention, all he wanted was to touch Alfie. "Wot?" "Look.. if, if.." he was stalling, "if, if you goes in the garage, behind the door's a gert bit of cardboard I uses to lie on to save getting dirty on the ground." "Oh, OK. That's clever innit?" Alfie immediately zoomed off and was back before Andy had barely withdrawn his hand from his jeans. On realigning his swollen cock he discovered to his horror that such was the strength of his attraction to Alfie that a wet patch had already formed, the very real possibility ejaculation could not now be discounted. "Look, lay it down by the wheel, then you won't be right under the front when it starts to drain." said Andy shielding himself from view. Alfie was more than enthusiastic and did as he was told exposing even more flesh as he bent down, leaving Andy inwardly consumed between craving his body and guilt. The truth was however, the dice had already been loaded since the sole objective of getting Alfie to lie under the car was only so Andy could ogle his body. Moments later Alfie's torso had disappeared under the car leaving only his shorts and legs sticking out. Having ensured he had noted every detail as Alfie started to get down, Andy now knelt down by his side accidentally on purpose continuing the occasional contact. One of his objectives was to repeat something he used to find incredibly arousing when he was at school, to peer up the leg of a boy's shorts. "Can you see it?" hands twitching, he couldn't stop himself staring down at Alfie's shorts, it were as if with X-ray vision. He imagined him lying there dressed in just his tight little briefs, what colour were they today he asked himself? "Think so... cor, it's hard to turn innit?" came the muffled reply, Alfie's legs moved about with the effort, his knees were slowly raised off the ground. In less than ten minutes Andy found himself reduced to genuinely lusting after Alfie, it was almost as though a switch had been thrown. It shouldn't be and he should resist at all costs, nevertheless it was too late since the time had come to take full advantage of both Alfie and the situation. Shielded from public view by the side of the car, with Alfie underneath unable to see, Andy again pushed a hand inside his jeans. The constantly oozing precum was surely confirmation that he couldn't stop now, it was all a slimy mess and by tightly wrapping his briefs around the shaft he intended to stem the flow. That though was not how his cock perceived it, the hair trigger had been effectively pulled, the sight of Alfie with midriff exposed, knees in the air offering a clear view down the legs of his shorts to the flashes of blue briefs beyond was too much. "Done it, now I'm getting out the way." called Alfie from the depths, shuffling himself back out of the water now dribbling from the drain tap. "Well I'll help pull you back a bit." Andy, unable to wait any longer grabbed hold of Alfie's legs well above the knees, his hands almost entering the shorts. "Cor, if you goes any higher you'll be touching me bum!" Alfie was giggling, yet still in mechanic mode and not really thinking that Andy wanted differently. "That'd be funny wouldn't it!" said Andy rapidly pushing both hands higher up, by now he was so aroused he literally shuddered as his fingers pushed against Alfie's legs. "Bleeding hell... wot you doing?" there was a note of anxiety in Alfie's voice. "Stop it.. stop it.. `cause we might be seen." "Sorry..." mumbled Andy withdrawing his hands, "just thought it be a bit of a joke." "Andy... I ain't mad or nothing, I likes it... just scared we might be seen." continued Alfie from somewhere near the front wheel. "See, Mark's always creeping about." "Shit, I shouldn't have done it." said Andy, regretting his advances, slowly he sat back on his haunches only now aware he had gone too far. And, adding to his problems in another way he had also gone too far, slipping one hand down the front of his jeans confirmed in the excitement he had just he had ejaculated. Seconds later smiling Alfie's face emerged from under the front wheel, looking up from ground he whispered. "You knows I want's to do it with you again, but not out yer like this, `cause I'm really afraid of being caught." Looking rather blank Andy nodded in agreement. "You alright?" it appeared Alfie was now in charge. "You knows got me willy all hard, you going up me shorts like that!" Andy looked down, there was certainly a lump to be seen. "Did I?" "So is you hard as well?" without warning Alfie's arm snaked behind to press on the front of Andy's jeans, the material felt slightly damp, it moved as though lubricated. "So you is... cor, it feels a bit.. so... have you.. oh!" Andy flushed a brilliant shade of red. "Oh... you have!" suddenly Alfie grinned. "Fuck!" hissed Andy under his breath. "Have you really?" it was a sensation Alfie was not unaware of himself. "So.. so have.. wot.. you've cum then in yer pants... wot just now? Why?" "Yeah." "Wot, just now?" confirmation was needed, Alfie's own hand was already halfway down the front of his own shorts and excitedly feeling for his cock. "Yeah." "So, d'you like yer pants full of spunk then?" the question was posed with a certain avidity. "See, I knows our Mark wanks in his all the time and, and then he wears 'em like that for days, course he thinks I don't know nothing about that!" "Oh." it was another useful fact to store away. "So why d'you do it just now then?" asked Alfie, standing up and leaning on the car. "Well.. uumm.. `cause of you... wunnit.. just sorta happened." blurted Andy moving out the way to try to distance himself and avoid further physical contact. "Oh fuck!" "Me?" It wasn't what Andy had wanted to say, but he just couldn't help himself telling the truth, it was part of the younger mindset he had reverted too on being with Alfie. "Wot `cause of me?" repeated Alfie. "Yeah, I `spose it's partly `cause of wot we'd done yesterday." "Yeah, I liked that and I knows did, `cause you been wanting to get in me pants since we first met ain't you?." Alfie grinned. "Bet you'd like to get in Mark's as well!" Fortunately before he had to make another guilty admission, the sound of a car drawing up outside house drew their attention. "Andy are you there?" the car door slammed shut. "Oh shit! It's Pete." whispered Andy. "Please don't say nothing." Alfie nodded, there was no point in saying anything that would ruin future relations. "Pete, yeah, I'm here." said Andy purposely standing on the far side of the car hoping to avoid his jeans being a focal point. "How far you got then?" Peter walked up the drive and put the blue metal case of the socket set on the ground and then turned to look inside the bonnet. "Oh, not too far then, I can spare an hour if it'll help get it done." "Would you," he sounded flat, "we haven't long started, only just drained it." "We?" Peter looked round. "Yeah, I drained it." said Alfie proudly, appearing almost as from nowhere. "That the socket set then? We needs that for all them nuts on them manifoldy things." "Yeah, so.." Peter was taken aback at Alfie's forward manner, "who are you then?" "Alfie. Ain't I seen you at our school?" Alfie smiled. "I `spect you've seen me about." "Probably, but there's lot of kids there mind." Peter glanced across at Andy who was looking as though he'd rather not be there at all, watching Alfie and desperately hoping he wouldn't let anything incriminating slip. "Can I have a look at it then?" Alfie bent down to open the blue metal box. "Yeah, go on, might be a bit oily though." "Don't matter." Peter walked over to Andy, he asked quietly, "You alright, you look a bit fraught" "I dunno." he looked blankly around, Peter's arrival having instantly curtailed living the dream with Alfie, instead returning him to the stark reality of the age difference and legality. "What's gone wrong, you look awful. I thought you were doing well, what is it?" "Pete, I don't know wot's going on, it's all gone fucking wrong again! And, I means really fucking wrong!" "Oh shit... is it to do with.. oh bugger.. oh is that,," Peter nodded towards Alfie, now totally preoccupied with sockets and ratchets. "is he the one who you said won't leave you alone?" "Yeah." admitted Andy after a pause. "Can't blame him, `cause it's my fault as well." "Oh shit!" is was all becoming clear. "When's your birthday, must be soon?" "It's a week today," Andy grimaced, "Pete, I know what you're thinking, `cause I'll be twenty-one and could end up in jail." "Right, lets not think about that. Just tell me, what's happened now to set you off?" "It's tricky with him there innit?" whispered Andy, actually relieved that his secret had finally been discovered, however difficult it was going to be explaining himself. "We can't talk like this." "OK, well look go and make us a coffee or something and I'll think what we can do." Andy walked off, glad of the opportunity to change his jeans and leaving Peter with Alfie. Peter thought there was no doubt that Alfie would be an attractive proposition to any boy fancier what with his cheeky smile and tight clothes. If indeed Andy had fallen for him it was in Peter's view perfectly understandable, besides if he were to be honest the sight of those very tight shorts had even caused a stir in his trousers! "Right come on then Alfie, while he's making some coffee lets really take this thing to bits!" "Wot, now?" "Yeah, isn't that what Andy says you want to do? So can you take the exhaust manifold off and I'll do the inlet." "Cor, really!" he replied excitedly. "But, oh well... but wot do I do?" "Come round here, bring the sockets." Peter moved round and looked at the engine. "See all those nuts, find the right size socket and I'll show you what's next." Alfie was over the moon, this was proper car mending stuff. He watched as Peter demonstrated keeping the socket square onto the nut so as not to round them off. "If they're too tight for you to move, I'll start them for you. When they're all off, let me know, then we'll pull the manifold off and tie it up so the downpipe doesn't take all the weight. Got it?" To Alfie it was the equivalent of being a real mechanic, however unlike any other self-respecting real mechanic by the time the manifold was off he had managed to give himself an oily black face. Peter pressed on removing the inlet manifold and carburettor leaving Alfie, now deliriously happy to remove the messy rocker cover simultaneously adorning his clothes with multiple oily hand prints. All told when Andy had reappeared with the coffee, all that was left to remove were the rockers and the cylinder head itself. Forty mins later and the three of them were staring down at the gasket still in position on the top of the block. "It's gone between three and four." said Andy pointing. "Yeah," agreed Peter, "well there no signs of damage to the head, so lets hope the blocks alright then you can stick it all back together." "I can't see proper," said Alfie, who then climbed up on the bumper between them and peered knowledgeably into the bonnet, "ooh.. now I see wot you means." Andy gulped, it was really very difficult to concentrate with Alfie's skintight shorts only inches from his face, especially since he knew what they contained. "Yeah, well now I've see the problem close up," Peter smiled and pointed to the unmistakable outline of Alfie's briefs, "I can't say I blame you for not wanting to do anything about it immediately, I think Tim's going to have to help on this don't you?" ========================================================== Chapter 70 to follow