Date: Thu, 20 Jul 2017 16:37:42 +0100 From: tom Subject: Lab Technician Chapter 70 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. >>>>>>>>> NOW then boys (and girls) this is the last chapter of this epic and as a bonus it's double length. However, as with any story the ending is often the hardest to write, since as an author there is a tendancy to become attached to the characters that have been created, still such is life :=) Anyway, I hope you have enjoyed it and as ever any comments are always welcome - doubtless I will produce something else in due course... Tom email: amias09@fastmail.fm ############################################################################### Chapter 70 – "I don't wanna to grow up!" Without his car and having to rely on public transport to get to work at the school Andy, feeling distinctly unsettled knew it would be sensible to avoid being on the same bus as Alfie and Mark. So wisely he made the effort to catch an earlier bus which in getting him to school would allow a few minutes to resume his conversation with Peter. Although, quite how he was going to be totally honest when it came to deferring to the charms and temptations of Alfie he hadn't entirely worked out. Nevertheless, the one positive thing he had finally decided was that he must make a determined effort to break from all younger boys. The decision was partly instigated by his imminent twenty-first birthday coupled with a real desire to rid himself of the guilt he associated with his attraction. Coping with the strain of originally admitting to being homosexual had been bad enough, but now having just acknowledged his proclivity for the younger element to Peter he hoped that action in itself would help to reinforce his good intentions. Sadly, it wasn't as simple as that as the real question was how to make the break? And, how to painlessly make that self same break without upsetting the likes of Alfie, Mark or Adam? He might as well have asked himself, how long is a piece of string? "The thing is Andy," said Peter leaning on the bench, "we'd already guessed you were involved with the likes of that young Alfie before I even met him yesterday." "Oh." Andy's face fell. If Peter had guessed, then who else had as well? "Shit!" "And, if I had to take a guess I'd say you've also been with that fat third year kid with glasses, you know the one with the tight uniform that we used to joke about?" "Wot! How d'you know that?" he tried to look away. "Oh fuck!" "Hard to say really, just knowing all the signs I suppose," Peter smiled, "but you're not alone as we've been there as well, haven't we Tim?" "Very much so. Now Andy listen, you've only just come out to a selective few and, and, well look at it this way." Tim was trying to be very careful with his choice of words. "Is it fair to say that since you left school and getting the job here at the school your sex life has been solo and probably driven by visions of the boys here?" Andy blanched, it was the truth. "So is it no wonder you can't really take your eyes off them?" "No. I `spose not." "Andy, don't forget Tim had the benefit of a hands-on boarding school education so he started very early and progressed to older boys!" Peter laughed. "And, as you know I switched sides later and only just about managed to resist the younger boys and the temptations you're going through now." "Fuck!" Andy sat down on the stool. It was a bit too early in the morning for such revelations, but at least now the truth was out and there was no escaping it. "So, we've got to move you on and get you away from these under age boys." said Tim. "And, do it before one of them says something by accident or you get caught, but that's easier than done I suspect." "God yes, just don't get caught whatever you do. The law's total bollocks because the establishment still views homosexuals as being ill and needing to be locked up to cure them, dogs get treated better!" said Peter vehemently. "Bastards!" "OK, point taken." said Tim looking at Peter. "Listen Andy, I think a big part of your problem is that you don't look your age so you attract them and conversely, for that same reason you are also going to attract older men." "I know. I'm sure they think I'm seventeen and only just passed me driving test." "So what's the plan then?" Tim looked at his watch. "Damn, I've got to go to my class, we'll talk about it the break. Meantime see what you two can come up with." "I'll tell you what I think would really help to start with," said Peter as the door closed behind Tim, "and that is you finish your car without Alfie about to help you." "How? He always looks out for me." "Well you've got plenty of holiday left, so take Tuesday and Wednesday afternoon off to do it, then you'll avoid seeing Alfie and get the car back on the road." "But.. what about this place, will you manage on yer own?" from Andy's look of relief it seemed a perfect solution. "Easily, yes. The afternoons are always quieter here anyway, so get down to the school office during the first lesson today and arrange it. That's an order!" Arranged for that same Monday evening was the regular meeting at the lodge. There were usually a couple of police officers in attendance who would usually oblige with a small favour Guy Morrison was eager to attend knowing that naturally any such masonic favours were performed in the line the duty. He was therefore quite delighted to receive a promise of a telephone call the following morning which gave him the full registration details of a certain pale green, Morris Minor. By leaving the school immediately the morning lessons had finished on the Tuesday and rushing for the bus, Andy was effectively giving himself the entire afternoon to work on the car. Having locked himself in the garage on the previous Monday evening to finish the work on the cylinder head without Alfie's help, if was now a case of reassembling the engine. Hoping he might have the job completed that day, he had set himself a finishing deadline of about four thirty, again designed to avoid seeing Alfie who would be returning from school around that time. The work was going really well and he found himself ahead of schedule, so by three o'clock the cylinder head had been replaced along with rockers and manifolds. Glad he had decided to wear some old clothes the next operation was a dirty one which involved crawling under the car to drain the oil and change the oil filter. Eventually replacing the sump plug he slid back out blinking in the bright sunlight unaware that something was about to disturb the peace and totally unsettle him in the process. It was the sound of an engine that broke the silence, but not any old engine. It was a very distinctive sound, something out of the ordinary, to be precise it was the sound of a flat-six air cooled engine which caught his attention. Intrigued to see what it was he turned to look down the road, where to his horror he saw a white Porsche 911S slowly crawling up the road towards him. "Fuck! No! No! It can't be!" he said to himself allowing the remains of the old shirt which he had been wiping his hands on to flutter to the ground. Rooted to the spot he could do nothing except watch and wait for the driver to see him standing there, a moment later after a vicious burst of acceleration the car had stopped outside his house. "Well fancy seeing you again." Guy Morrison smiled as he leant out of the window. "Wot.. wot.." Andy was struggling for words, he tried not to look at either Guy or the Porsche, "but, wot.. wot you doing here? How did you know I was here?" "Oh, I didn't. I had absolutely no idea you lived around here," from the intonation in his voice it sounded plausible, "I had to drop something off not far away and just thought I'd have a look around on my way back to the office as, as... uumm, an old friend of mine used to live round the corner years ago." "Oh." It did sound convincing and somewhat naively Andy took it at face value, appearing to relax a little on thinking that he was not being specifically targeted. "Spot of car trouble is it?" asked Guy casually, seeing no need to rush into matters especially as his head was on a level with the fly of Andy's worn jeans. "I'm useless at doing practical things anything like that." "Blown head gasket, I was hoping I might get it going shortly." "Oh." Guy's large gold cufflink flashed in the sunlight highlighting the immaculately pressed sleeve of the white shirt. Andy looked down at his oily black hands and began to feel more than just a little inadequate, especially since he was dressed in the threadbare old clothes that he intended to throw away once the work had been completed. "You're not working today then?" Guy turned the ignition off, quite intent of pursuing the conversation along with Andy. "D'you know I've forgotten your name." "It's.. uumm... Andy.. and I've took time off today and tomorrow to finish me car." "Oh I see," Guy's smile returned, "and, so what is work then.. uumm... Andy?" "I.. I.. works at the grammar school in the labs." Andy shuffled nervously, he could feel the eyes burning right through the very old jeans to see the equally old white briefs with the black oily fingerprints around the fly. The longer Guy stared, the larger Andy thought his erection became. "What a school? So you're surrounded by schoolboys?" Guy's face lit up. "You must see a lot of things." Andy blushed and nodded, the implication was spot on. "Just step a bit closer, so we can talk quietly a second." Guy beckoned with his manicured fingers. "So, d'you get tempted... you know what mean... with the, the younger boys... have you?" Never one to lie Andy was caught between a rock and a hard place. Somehow he managed to look even more embarrassed as he moved towards the car doing his best to conceal the increasing bulge in his rather tight jeans. "Uumm.." he gulped it was as good as saying yes. "So, you mean, you have with somebody much younger... like twelve or something?" The question was asked very, very eagerly. Guy was now erect himself, having succeeded in visually stripping Andy he had been quite wrongly rewarded with an image of him in possession a throbbing great member. Giving a sort of non-committal grunt Andy tried to turn away, unfortunately offering his profile which showed the old jeans to be very tight and such that even with his modest package it presented a false picture of when it came to economy of scale. The odd holes and tears in the tired denim revealed to Guy's insistent gaze that it looked as though there could well be regulation white underpants beneath. "You did?" Very, very tempted to seek further details and the boys ages, he quickly decided he had better back off in case he scared Andy away. Far safer to feast his eyes on the profile only inches away. "Uumm.. sorta.." now looking very flushed and worried at his inadvertent admission Andy knew he had fallen for Guy's trap, he glanced down to check his fly was fastened and surprised himself on seeing how large things looked in the tight jeans. "I won't say anything, it's our secret." fleetingly Guy caught his eye and smiled, he was very good at smiling and even better at manipulating the conversation when Andy was at his most gullible. "Oh.. honest? So you won't say nothing, really you won't say nothing then to nobody?" blurted Andy making it almost sound like a plea whilst digging the hole he was in ever deeper. "Honest. Quite sure, would you tell me all about it one day though?" Guy winked, "It looks like you've just got hard talking about it!" "Oh! A bit!" Andy coughed, blushed, giggled, flushed. Grinning very sheepishly whilst failing miserably to cover the offending lump with his hands he managed to leave oily fingerprints around the fly. "Listen Andy, do you remember what I said when we first met, about you being in charge," again Guy smiled, that smile, "and doing as little or as much as you want?" As yet the reality that he was now under Guy's control had not struck home, instead it was another thought that was going through his tortured mind. If he were indeed now relinquishing younger boys then wouldn't this be the golden opportunity to embark on a real, adult homosexual encounter? After all, even if he was a bit smooth hadn't the ever so friendly Guy just confirmed they could go at whatever pace he dictated and stop whenever he wanted? "I thinks so." mumbled Andy, so hot and bothered he couldn't really recall what had been said in the first place. "Good, then you'll also remember that I said you might like a ride in the car..." Guy paused theatrically, "or did I even say you might have a go in it, I can't remember?" Andy's mouth dropped, so he had meant it. "Wot me.. me have a drive in that?" "Maybe." The eyes burrowed deeper into the bulging jeans. Guy had totally convinced himself there were some seven inches of uncircumcised pleasure awaiting him that belonged to this deliciously naive boy who looked little more than fifteen and couldn't even manage to grow any bumfluff. "Maybe.." Andy gulped, something was happening down below, his cock suddenly felt wet at the end, hoping he wasn't noticed he glanced down to see if anything had soaked through knowing he must have looked red in the face. "After all we are the same aren't we... we both like boys and it seems to me you might now be ready for somebody just a little older, to broaden your horizon so to speak." It was that smile again. Of course Guy had noticed Andy's action, but he was also smiling at the thought of broadening Andy's anal horizon in one swift thrust! "Yeah, I `spose, maybe." The cause of Andy's red face was fourfold. Firstly, Guy was quite right they were both homosexual, secondly Andy was very obviously sexually aroused, thirdly he was actually steeling himself to do something very daring. Finally for some inexplicable reason his oozing cock confirmed he was aroused at the thought of doing that something very daring with an older man. "I'd love to help you with that." a simple nod referred to Andy's erection. "Would I have to help you?" Even more flushed Andy surprised himself by not refusing the offer and sounding by naively asking the rhetorical question that he wanted something in return. "I wish you could, but we can't do it right now." Guy shuffled on the seat, he was also getting flustered and totally carried away. "I'd like to think of you doing it by the side of the car out here? Would you do it in your pants for me, you could start now while I watch." "Mmmhhh.. me, out yer, y'mean, wot wank in me pants out yer, now?" Guy nodded expectantly, maybe it was a request too far? Andy's mind was in complete turmoil, he wasn't really sure what he was saying or what was happening to him, he replied with what first came into his mind. "Wot.. I can't do it now.. `cause me hands is all dirty and oily!" "Bet you've done it a few times in your pants before though, eh?" Andy nodded enthusiastically without any further thought, it was after all one of his favourite sexual pastimes. "Are they white?" "Wot? Oh.. me pants?" he grinned inanely. "They're very old see, didn't want to dirty me new ones!" "Oh god!" muttered Guy to himself, he wanted Andy then and there. "Sorry, didn't catch that?" said Andy inadvertently heightening the situation by deciding to rearrange matters through his pocket only to discover the head of his cock now appeared to be glazed in precum and freely sliding around. Aware he was very over excited and had carried Andy along with his enthusiasm Guy decided reluctantly that it was time to try to calm the situation, yet retain control. He cleared his throat. "Andy, I really have to do some work, but didn't you say you had time off tomorrow?" "Yeah, in the afternoon." Not wishing to loose Andy's interest he continued quickly. "Well we could have that ride in the car, but we'll have to keep it secret. We ought to meet somewhere away from here shouldn't we? Maybe you could drive it a little bit on a nice quiet road." "Drive it! Wot me! Well, well I `spose we could meet in the afternoon then.. we could meet.. at.. at.." gabbled Andy excitedly, "wot about that gert big carpark at Blaise Manor, you knows ... we could meet there." "Oh yes, why don't we?" Guy tried to look casually looked at his watch, knowing he was on the verge of an unscheduled ejaculation. He smiled yet again, he was so pleased with himself, Andy had been hooked, caught and landed or if had been a trout, about to be tickled! "Yeah." thoughts of all things Porsche dominated all his thoughts. "Look Andy, I really have to go now, so... so say. about half past two tomorrow then? Oh, but, will your car be ready?" Guy's mouth was dry, would Andy agree? "It'll be ready even if I gotta work on it all night!" Another smile. "Just one other thing, what uumm.. would you.. uumm.." "Would I wot?" interrupted Andy excitedly, on the verge of ejaculation. "Wot?" "This might sound a bit silly.." "Wot might sound silly?" Andy was right there hanging on every word. Guy had reached the point where he desperately needed to satisfy his own fetish, it was a gamble but he felt sure Andy would agree. "You see," he cleared his throat and caught Andy's eye, "see, I've a bit of a thing about underwear and well, not everybody really understands it." "Oh," Andy looked expectantly at him wondering what it could be that he hadn't already discovered, "wot's that then?" "It does sound silly saying it like this, but, well it's about your underpants.. doesn't matter if they're very old or better still if they're not clean.. you don't have to wear them, just bring them along." Yet again Andy flushed, he was definitely on home ground and couldn't really believe the ultra stylish Guy had a very similar fetish. Looking guiltily around he whispered. "So you have you gotta thing about boys dirty pants as well then?" "Yes, preferably worn." for once Guy blushed, but was quick to pick up on the positive inference in Andy's voice. "Why, what d'you know? D'you have anything?" "Yeah, well I'm wearing some," he looked quizzically at Guy, had he forgotten they had only just broached the subject, "we said that just now didn't we? You said you wants me to wank in `em, have you forgotten that already?" "Oh yes., silly me!" Guy certainly hadn't forgotten, he was merely confirming that Andy had the same fetish and would be more than willing to participate. "I knows just wot you wants, you likes ones that's been wanked in don't you?" Guy was definitely caught, even he went red. "That sort of thing.. maybe.. yeah." "Well I wore these all day yesterday and wanked in 'em last night, so they do for you?" whether his reply was meant to sound naive or merely entrap, Andy wasn't too sure himself. The simple fact was that he was over stimulated and now talking about his favourite subject the subject. "Yes... yes, they'll do!" gasped Guy. "Now I ain't putting `em on, I'll just bring 'em along, so's you can have a look." Andy's cock lurched, the wet spot became wetter, he forced his hands down onto it and squeezed his legs together in a vain attempt to curtail the all too familiar sensations. He really hadn't intended it to turn out like this, his dream of driving the Porsche had overridden all common sense. Not only did Guy now know he too had an underwear fetish, but he had virtually offered his body as well. "Oh, I just wanted a quick look, y'know what I mean? You'll bring them then.. what sort?" It was becoming increasingly hard for Guy to contain himself with Andy only inches away and from his squirming about he looked to be having some difficulty in controlling ejaculation. Or, had in fact he just ejaculated? "Yeah, course, I loves dirty pants as well. These is bleeding Y-fronts, wot else is there? D'you want me to wank in 'em again?" he grinned and to show he was in command of this particular topic and squeezed his legs together again, although unbeknown to Guy it was to force the remaining semen into his briefs. "That's wot you want innit? They'll be all spunky and a might have a hole in 'em." "Yes... yes!" Guy was almost afraid he was going to ejaculate, he tried to take his mind off it by starting the engine and temptingly blipping the throttle. The exhaust rasped, Andy his briefs full to overflowing with semen, gasped. So, was he going to actually get to drive this dream car? "Would you put them on in the car on while I watched?" asked Guy hopefully. It was a long shot, but with Andy apparently ready to ingratiate himself at any cost if it got him into the driving seat it was worth asking. Guy slipped the car into gear without waiting for an answer, he had already an inkling of what it might be. "You think about it and I'll see you tomorrow about half past two in the car park." "Wait, don't go!" exclaimed Andy. "Wot, wot d'you mean... put them on in the car?" "Maybe to have your drive just wearing them, now that would be hot wouldn't it?" Guy winked and dropped the clutch to take off with tyres squealing, he couldn't loose face and let Andy see him grabbing at his cock as it exploded within his briefs. "I'm gonna get a drive in a Porsche." Completely ignoring the bizarre pre-conditions he watched as the car rapidly disappeared out of sight, the exhaust note ringing in his ears as he dreamed of being in the driving seat regardless of what price he had to pay. Reluctantly he turned back to the old Morris and the job in hand, there was undoubtedly still work to be done, yet would it be completed by the time Alfie came home from school. Spurred on by the need to finish the work so the car would be ready for use the following day he worked on it flat out for the next hour allowing for a few short breaks just to rub the front of his jeans. By around quarter past four he was running through a mental check list prior to starting the engine wondering whether he would have time before Alfie came home. Crossing his fingers he turned the key, a few moments later the engine fired and ran, it sounded fine if a little noisy from the tappets. Delighted with himself he got out to check around for water or oil leaks and stood there staring at the engine admiring his handiwork. "You've got it bloody going then!" "Wot?" he swung around to see Martin leaning his bike against the hedge, he looked at his watch. "Oh shit, is that the time?" "Gawd, you done well `cause it was all in bits this morning wunnit?" "Yeah, I took the afternoon off to finish it." he leant back over the wing to hide the front of his jeans and peer into the bonnet to continue checking for leaks. "Is mum still at work?" "Yeah, back about five isn't she." "Good." "Wot the fuck!" cried Andy suddenly leaping up, a hand had just rubbed his bottom. "It's alright, Martin didn't see that," whispered Adam now standing next to him and having appeared from nowhere, "he's gone inside, I come home with him." For a second Andy looked quite pale, his brain was verging on overload. It had been quite a week having to contend with lurid visions of Alfie, the unremitting advances of Guy Morrison and now Adam had arrived to further complicate matters. "You alright, you does looks a bit knackered?" continued Adam taking a second look. "Yeah... uumm.. think I might have overdone it finishing the car." Andy made a gigantic effort to pull himself together despite the naked images of Alfie, Adam or even both now flashing before him. Quite how he was going to renounce lusting after younger boys he had absolutely no idea. Furthermore it was a very frightening thought that his attraction towards them was going to be with him for the rest of his life, from which there seemed no apparent escape. Leaning over Adam roused him from his dark thoughts. "Hey, see Mart knew yer mum would be out, so he wanted me to come with him, we're gonna have a quick who cums first, sorta wank! Pity you can't join us." "You wot?" Andy looked shocked, it was all too much. "No, no... I gotta finish yer." "Really wish I could do it with you again." Adam looked up to see Martin coming out the front door, both hands deep in his pockets and the fly bulging obscenely. "So now you got yer car going again, we could meet one day next week after school?" "Come on then." Martin beckoned to Adam. "Andy, we's just doing some homework copying for ten minutes, then we'll be back out." Andy looked blank and nodded it was affirmative on both counts. It seemed sex had taken over his entire world and he could not escape it. Somehow he knew he was never going to be able to stick by his resolution to resist temptation and reject all younger boys. If that wasn't enough he then caught sight of Alfie walking home from the bus stop with Mark trailing behind, who as ever appeared to be wrestling with something in his trousers. "Cor! So you got it going!" exclaimed Alfie on seeing Andy he immediately rushed over towards the car, jettisoning his bag on the path as he did so. "When d'you all this then?" "Took the afternoon off." Andy was having extreme trouble keeping his composure. Knowing that Martin and Adam were wanking each other silly in the bedroom which overlooked the drive did not exactly help matters. Neither did Alfie who stood so close to him that he could feel the body heat, joining them and standing on Andy's other side was Mark who without thinking continued to play with himself through his bottomless pocket. Alfie was positively ecstatic at being with Andy, since if anything his feelings, both sexually and of friendship towards him had greatly increased since their encounter in the car. He moved even closer so as to purposely brush against Andy's leg, looking up into his idol's face he beamed with delight. "So can we have a lift to school in the morning then?" asked Mark. "Yeah, can we?" chorused Alfie excitedly. "Well, I `spose so, if it's still going OK." replied Andy doing his best to maintain a semblance of sanity and not sounding either too emotional nor enthusiastic. A minute or so later Adam and Martin tumbled out of the front door, both giggling hysterically at what had been one of the fastest dual climaxes in the history of masturbation and used Martin's pyjamas to clean up! On joining with Mark and Alfie around the car conversation was soon in full swing with sexual innuendo in great abundance. It was the ideal time for Andy to escape, switching off the engine he made a plausible excuse about having to clean up after working on the car all afternoon. He slipped quietly away to the safety of the house holding the oily rag in front to hopefully hide the finger marks and patch semen on the front of this jeans aiming to bathe, change his clothes and contemplate life without the boys he felt so incredibly close too. Wednesday morning dawned. Having had a very disturbed night, the morning for Andy just couldn't come soon enough having been plagued by thoughts of what he would be missing, even just voyeuristically on keeping himself away from boys. Additionally, there was the impossible question of just how could he possibly reveal his real age to them and then say that he couldn't be with them ever again in the future? All told, at times during that sleepless night he though had made himself face the absolute truth and it wasn't particularly attractive. The plain fact was he just didn't want to stop pretending he was several years younger and involving himself sexually with school boys. It was what he craved, older men held no attraction whatsoever. His job at the school did little to help since being constantly surrounded by boys to ogle only served to increase his sexual desires and of his impossible desire to remain a teenager forever. If it were not for the shadow of the long arm of a very unsympathetic law in the background he would undoubtedly continue to live his dream. However, as it was he was petrified of being caught and of being sent to prison where his youthful looks would ensure he would be very popular with older men. His troubles didn't stop there either, since he now recognised it had been very silly to grab at the offer to drive the Porsche and was dreading the afternoon meeting. Not only had accepting the offer been a grave mistake, but Guy Morrison now knew where he lived meaning he could vulnerable in the future. Nevertheless, all that did amount to the very fact that he had finally made a decision of what to do and was absolutely determined to stick by it. To say he was confused was an understatement Such was his troubled demeanour that it was even picked up by his mother who tried to enquire what was wrong over breakfast, albeit without success and she intended getting Hugh to have a word with him that evening. However, by saying the absolute minimum he managed to hold himself together before leaving to go to work, although on leaving the house it certainly didn't get any better. Once down the garden path he was immediately confronted by Alfie and Mark who had made a really big effort to be ready and waiting in the road for their ride to school. Unbeknown to them he had decided it was to be their last journey to school with him, that was if he could summon the courage to tell them and somehow manage to do so without totally destroying the adoring Alfie in the process. One way or the other it was bound to end in tears and Alfie's in particular. "Better get in then." Andy neither looked nor sounded very enthusiastic. "My turn in the front." animated as ever, Alfie pushed in front of Mark as soon as the car was unlocked. "You little fucker, well get out the bleeding way and lemmie get in the back then!" exclaimed Mark pushing Alfie aside and reaching to tilt the seat forward to get in. "Car's going alright then is it?" asked Alfie as the engine started. "Yeah, think so." Andy stared straight ahead. "A few things need tightening up like." The journey was rather subdued what with Andy preoccupied with his various problems. Mark, in the back seat already had a hand down his trousers and was contemplating the scheduled meeting of the WIMP club with the new member Jumbo. Alfie however, babbled on about nothing in particular until it dawned on him that he was the only one that was contributing to his own conversation, he looked behind to see why the normally vocal Mark was so quiet, it generated the obvious comment. "Is you started wanking again already? Didn't you do it when you woke up?" "Nah. Fuck off. No I fucking ain't, I don't fucking do that in the mornings, but I knows you does!" "Liar! Why've you got yer hand down yer trousers then?" "Fuck off, it's `cause I'm just checking!" The merest smile flashed across Andy's face, it was this inane banter that he loved and was going to miss so very, very much. "Didn't you have a wank when you got up then?" continued Alfie relentlessly. "Oh fucking piss off!" "Not in the basin then?" Alfie started to giggle. "Wot!" Mark, who been such in a hurry to get ready for the lift that he had forgotten to clean the bathroom basin leaving a deliciously spunky, creamy, toothpaste flavoured mess for his mother to clean up. It was only now he realised as, a cold shiver ran up his back. "D'you think he's wanking Andy?" said Alfie. "Looks like it." "Probably, he don't never stop do he?" he replied in a monotone. "Course I fucking ain't!" said Mark. "Just got something stuck under me end!" "Wot yer finger or another gert lump of cheese!" retorted Alfie. "Oh fuck off you little twatt!" snapped Mark, aware the thing trapped under his foreskin was his slimy finger and it was getting slimier by the minute, most of the cheese had been left in the basin! Alfie started to giggle and glanced over to Andy who unusually wasn't even smiling. "Is you alright, yer very quiet today?" Andy felt a hand on his leg, he looked over to see Alfie looking up at him with his eyes wide, it finished him. Turning to ostensibly lower his window, he somehow managed not to burst into tears and mumbled about having something on his mind. "See, `cause if I can help you'll let me know won't you?" Alfie's offer was really very sincere, the look on face showing genuine concern. Feeling as though he had been hit in the chest, Andy turned to look out the window and to rub the tears now forming from his eyes. How could he possibly carry on without this sort of relationship, it was so innocent, so pure, so caring? Why did he ever have to grow up? Life would be unbearable without the two brothers. The conversation continued in a very stilted manner with Alfie occasionally trying to make Andy smile, which generally had the opposite effect. However, only some five minutes from the school, there came a cry of horror from Mark in the back seat. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" "Wot is it?" asked Alfie immediately turning in his seat to Mark writhing around on the seat, his face contorted with one hand still down the front of his trousers. "Fuck! Fuck!" he seemed to have a very limited vocabulary so early in the morning. "You hurt yerself or wot?" continued Alfie, the truth so obvious as to be overlooked. "He's cum in his pants," observed Andy quietly, "again!" "Wanker! Wanker!" chorused Alfie laughing. "Fucking shut up or I'll hit you! Don't you dare say a fucking word or I'll.." "Break your fucking neck!" concluded Alfie laughing. Desperately trying not to show any interest and to keep himself detached from Mark's embarrassing predicament, it was all Andy could do to keep his hands to himself. But, this wasn't just another bedtime fantasy, it was really happening with the boys he yearned for, doing exactly what he wanted them to do in his fantasies and yet, unlike the fantasy he just could not allow himself to join in. How was he ever going to break free of the thoughts, the voyeurism and latterly the sex that had become his boy fixated world todate? What was the meaning of life and why he was even bothering with it, if it meant he couldn't do anything or be with those boys who were equally attracted to him? It wasn't even as though he was going to hurt anybody, everything between them was always consensual, so just what was the problem? Mentally he withdrew to again ponder the deeper questions, much as he had done for most of the previous night. Unsurprisingly, Alfie was rolling around on the seat beside him in hysterics at Mark's latest unscheduled predicament. Highly embarrassed at his inability to restrain his sticky fingers and the subsequent ejaculation, Mark felt as though he had just taken part in a surprise WIMP club meeting! Although that in itself would be something which Geoff would be more than impressed to hear of when they met up! Eventually they arrived at school and Andy having separated from Alfie and Mark found himself in the prep-room confronted by Peter who was concerned by his red eyed, exhausted appearance. "You must have worked bloody hard to get that car going," said Peter, "so what have you got left to do to it now then?" "I gotta just check the head's nipped down and do the tappets properly, then it's finished, ain't no leaks or nothing." "So you are going to take this afternoon off to finish it and then have a rest for a bit, I've got to say you looked bloody awful this morning." "Yeah. I know." Andy looked away as Guy Morrison flashed through his mind. "And, it's good see, `cause mums working again this afternoon so it'll be nice and quiet." "So what is it, that's done for you now? Honestly I've never seen you look like this before." Peter sat on a stool by the bench. "Is it that you still can't drop thinking about these younger boys?" "Uumm.. yeah, I `spose yer right, it's always been about boys, since I was kid... see, well I, I don't know how to stop thinking about 'em." Andy bit his tongue, with Peter already knowing about Alfie there was really no reason why he shouldn't divulge the truth or at least a little more of it without mentioning the likes of Harry or Guy. "Right, but what's brought this on suddenly? Is it your twenty-first and all that?" "Yeah, I guess. Pete, I don't know what I'm gonna do, thing is I, I... I thinks of 'em all the time.. and.. if I'm caught well.." he stopped and rubbed his eyes, "I've been trying to think of what I'm gonna do without 'em, but wot with Alfie living next door and, and all that.. it's so hard.. I just don't know." Under any other circumstances Peter would have put an arm around him, but couldn't risk it in the school especially now that tears were forming in his eyes. "Tim and I will help in any way we can, but you're going to have to be strong and try to resist the temptation. We both know what it's like so... oh bloody hell just look at you," he paused, Andy did look positively awful and red-eyed, "look, just sit here and make yourself a drink, I'll just sort out the first lesson before the bell goes." "Thing is I can't make me mind up what I need to do to sort it all out," he looked at the floor, "I can't go on like this for the rest of me life can I? I'll go fucking mental!" "No you can't. The police are bastards so at some point you might get caught. You need to bring it to a conclusion that you're happy with, but quite how I don't know." Just as the morning progressed, so to a certain extent did Andy's mood appear to progress. Whether it was the thought of driving the Porsche or something else, but, whatever by the time the end of the morning came he was sounding noticeably more cheerful, a change Peter was very relieved to see. "Pete, I'm off to finish me car now then," he said looking round for his jacket, "and, I think I've worked out how to do it, to sort meself out. I'll have to be brave like." "Thank god for that, I hate seeing you like this, so you going to tell me how then?" "No, but I'm sure it'll work." he managed a weak smile. "I gotta do a few things first, promise you'll find out all about it tomorrow." "Hey," Peter walked over, looked around and put an arm round him, "I hope nobody comes in, but I just wanted to say, you know Tim and I are here to help you. So now go and finish the car, then please then have a rest and you'll feel a lot better." "Fuck!" Andy blinked, "I know, I know. Pete, please let me go before I break down." Peter watched as he hurried out the door, if he had found a solution that would last it would be fantastic. Tomorrow promised to be an interesting day. Once home alone, it was no great surprise that Andy found himself in a very strange frame of mind, appearing almost detached from reality as anybody who knew him would quickly realise. Whilst his decision to forego any future contact with the likes of Alfie and Adam had metaphorically lifted a weight from his shoulders, he knew that although they would be bound to be hurt, it would be best for all concerned. With that finally resolved and neatly put away in the back of his mind, over the next hour or so he completed the work on the car whilst mentally preparing himself for his meeting with Guy. In his current mood he didn't really care what Guy might try or wanted from him, the bottom line was he was going to drive a Porsche and if that's what it took to take his mind off giving up boys then that's exactly what he would do. The white Porsche was already waiting in the far corner of the carpark as Andy drove in, his heart racing he parked next to it, Guy had already got out and was standing smoking, eagerly awaiting his arrival. "Are you, alright?" asked Guy with hand in pocket. "You're not nervous or anything?" "Nah," Andy sounded very relaxed, amazingly relaxed, "been looking forward to it." "Yes, well, I thought if I took you up the A38 towards Gloucester for a bit you could see how it goes, road might be a bit busy, but we'll have to see." Guy looked him up and down, particularly down. "What a pity they haven't finished that new stretch of motorway yet or we could have really flown up that." "Anywhere will do, but, but do I get a go in it as well?" there no hesitancy in Andy's voice, to him the whole point of his meeting was that he got to drive the car. Playing Guy at his own game he added. "I `spose you'll wanna stop somewhere will you?" "If you want." Guy was rather taken aback, this was not the shy Andy he had met before. What had changed, he now seemed very keen to instigate something sexual. "Hhmm." Andy shrugged his shoulders in a non-committal way. "Well alright. So, did you bring anything for me?" Guy looked at him hopefully. "Oh wot? Ah," Andy maintained a deadpan look, "oh, you mean me spunky pants?" "Uumm, yes." he almost blushed, his sharply creased trousers were already bulging. "I didn't bring 'em. No." "Oh." Guy's face fell. "Oh. Sod it. Why?" "`cause I'm wearing 'em!" Andy grinned and blatantly pushed his right hand deep in his pocket. "So do I get a drive in it?" "Maybe, if you're a good, boy." Guy emphasized the word boy, he was really very much aroused. "Well get in then, we'll go for a blast and see how we get on." To go for a blast was exactly what Guy meant since, there was no doubt he could drive and drive very fast. For Andy, who's own car could barely manage sixty miles an hour with a following gale, a few miles up the main trunk road dodging the heavy traffic at anything up to a hundred miles an hour was a rather frightening, if totally intoxicating experience. Guy appeared to know the road quite well, quite unsurprising really since the evening before he had carried out a preliminary visit to establish whereabouts of the lay-bys. One in particular appealed, as ever all the best spots had been created by a road widening schemes leaving part of the original road intact and parallel to the new section. The advantage of this spot was that it was on a long fast straight, cars were unlikely to want to slow down and stop, unless that was they had an ulterior motive to want to stop and be partially concealed by the bushes. With a screech of tyres the car pulled into the lay-by and pulled up, Guy ensured that it was screened by bushes. Switching the engine off he glanced across at Andy thinking he might have been twenty-one, but looked little more than sixteen and divinely virginal, definitely the youngest looking boy he had ever seduced. "Feel by your left side and there's a lever, it'll make the seat tilt back a bit." Not that Guy would know, but Andy was certainly not his usual self. He had willed himself into a psychological limbo allowing Guy to do much as he pleased. "Oh so it does!" smiling weakly Andy did as he was told, the seat slowly reclined allowing his torso to straighten out, Guy looked down hoping the there would be a corresponding bulge in his jeans to the one in his own trousers "Are you... uumm.. hard?" unusually, Guy felt somewhat inhibited. "Dunno." Andy reached down and squeezed his fly. "Wot d'you think?" "Uumm.. " with a trembling hand Guy reached slowly over and laid it on the fly, it didn't feel as though there were much inside at all. "Unzip it if you wants." Andy shuffled on the seat, his eyes tightly closed he braced himself desperately trying to imagine it was Alfie or Adam who was groping him and not an older man. "Right." Gratified at the apparent cooperation, Guy didn't need a second invitation and soon found his way inside. Resting his hand on top of Andy's briefs he quickly recognised the ribbed material to be that of Y-fronts. It felt incredibly erotic if a little hot and slightly clammy, although disappointingly as yet lacking all signs of an erection. It reminded him of being back at boarding school, where in his guise as a prefect he would select the prettier first year boys for special inspections and often be faced with the task of making a small, hairless, reluctant organ harden. "Have a look, I got them spunky pants on for you." volunteered Andy, who whilst willing to put up with the revulsion of Guy's enquiring fingers knew that enticement was the essence of his plan and the key to driving the Porsche. Guy literally grabbed at the opportunity and after much excited fumbling unbuttoned Andy's jeans. Impatiently tugging them down he revealed to his absolute delight the heavily semen stained briefs, immediately he buried his face in them inhaling deeply. One hand began to slowly slide it between Andy's legs, quickly finding the torn seat and gently tracing the line of his crack with a trembling exploratory finger. Confirmation of Andy's numbness to Guy's advances was that he was showing little sign of becoming aroused, let alone erect. That was further underlined when Guy pulled the briefs down to expose barely three inches of very unexcited tubular flesh surmounting a paucity of pubic hair. In Andy's mind for much younger boys to see his manhood, it wasn't too bad as it probably had to be bigger than what they had anyway. But, even for what he had planned, for Guy to now know how poorly equipped he was for his age, it was still somewhat embarrassing in the extreme. However, that was categorically not as Guy viewed it. He was totally captivated by the thought he had found himself what to all intents and purposes amounted to a naive fifteen year old boy. There was absolutely no chance that he was going to let Andy escape without some sexual activity. Conversely, Andy was determined bring his plan to a finite conclusion and rid himself of all thoughts of younger boys forever. "See I thinks that.." Andy winced on looking down at the back of Guy's head who now had his entire cock in his mouth, he continued slowly, "I thinks outside yer in this lay-by I can't get excited, `cause it won't get hard will it... so `spose we.." "So suppose we?" the flaccid member slipped slowly from Guy's lips as lifted his head to look up, whatever Andy was going to suggest he knew he just had to go along with it. "So.. so what?" "Well," Andy sounded surprisingly positive considering what he was about to suggest, "well we could go back to your place... and.. you can undress me. but.. but I wanna drive there." "Bloody hell!" Guy was snared, he never normally took any of his conquests home to his ultra smart flat, but in this case Andy was an exceptional catch. "For what?" "You knows wot, but only if I drives," said Andy through gritted teeth, aware that if his plan went wrong he would be in big trouble as Guy would undoubtedly want both his literal pound of anal flesh and payment in kind, "we might.. well y'know.." "Fuck?" Guy swallowed. This unassuming boy with the stained underpants and a heavenly set of small, but beautifully proportioned genitals never ceased to surprise. "Yeah maybe, but I drives you home, right?" "Alright... but, but I need to give you a driving lesson." a damp patch was forming on Guy's immaculately laundered M&S white briefs, he squeezed his legs together. "Yeah, alright I `spose." "Listen, you're not going to go too fast either, this car is bloody lethal!" Andy nodded, just as he had envisaged, Guy had found the proposition irresistible. Guy confirmed his lecherous intent. "And, you can leave your jeans undone, that won't hurt your driving! Or you could drive in just your pants!" Andy almost smiled. "No, not in me pants, you can see them proper when we gets to your place! I `spose you could even keep 'em if you wants!" There was sharp intake of breath from the passenger seat. Amounting to a couple of starts and a trip down the lay-by, the driving lesson was very short. Guy could see that Andy with his mechanical aptitude had immediately mastered the strange car, even if he did admit to being somewhat awed at the amount of power available beneath his right foot. On the road it didn't take too long before Guy began to relax on realising that Andy was safely in control, driving at a very sedate fifty miles an hour they headed back towards Bristol. Since a five speed gearbox was totally new conception, Andy was forever changing gear trying to master the unfamiliar change up into fifth. The majority of the traffic was going in the opposite direction, so understandably with an open road stretching ahead within a couple of miles the speed had crept up to sixty, which was about as fast as Andy's had ever driven. Guy, who's own trousers looked fit to burst, was already in boyland staring across at the open fly and the tantalising flashes of grubby white cotton as Andy moved about when changing gear. Continuing around sixty and much to Guy's relief resisting the temptation to go faster Andy was driving very well, especially when watching out on the three lane sections for the numerous lorries going in the other direction. All though was not as it seemed, Andy's brain was in overdrive and he needed to be absolutely sure in his own mind he was totally content in what he was doing. To that end he had already switched off from any thoughts of Guy and found himself reconciling some of the other thoughts that had been constantly churning around in his head over the last couple of weeks. Those thoughts were very jumbled to say the least and in essence really only told him what he already knew and importantly only what he wanted to know. Namely, he wanted to remain a teenager and always be with young boys. The culmination of the recent weeks of befuddled logic had convinced him that if that was all he had ever wanted, as did the boys who actively encouraged his friendship, then what exactly was the harm if they also craved sex? That was certainly a delightfully simplistic argument, but tempered with the cruel reality of living in a society where such things were deemed illegal, it had become the tipping point that had pushed him over the emotional edge. The law decreed that since he was about to become twenty one and technically become adult then any such sexual contact should result in prison, it was that thought which absolutely terrified him. So, with such a threat permanently hanging over him and knowing that his life now solely revolved around boys, a future without them looked very, very bleak. Even just the very idea of being without the company of Alfie and Adam was pretty unthinkable. So, what could be worse than to endure such an empty life when pursued by lecherous older men, was it even worth contemplating the future? Rounding a gently sweeping curve, Andy glanced over to see that Guy appeared very relaxed, judging from the bulge in his trousers he had probably drifted off into fantasy land. As the long downhill straight gradually opened up ahead of them Andy grabbed his chance, changing smartly down to third and flooring the accelerator the engine immediately responded, barked and snarled, the car surging dramatically forward. Such was the acceleration that Guy was forced back in his seat and snapping him out of the fantasy he was planning once Andy was back in his flat. Driving like seasoned professional Andy took it into the red on every gear change, from third to fourth and finally into fifth gear at well over a hundred miles an hour they roared ever faster down the straight. Guy was yelling at him to slow down but Andy wasn't listening, with tears running down his face he totally committed himself by pulling across the solid white line into the middle lane. Having already frightened himself at the speed and available performance he was gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white. Guy though, even at that critical moment whilst screaming in panic with arms flailing was afraid to make a grab at the wheel lest they loose control and veer off the road completely. In the far distance towards the bottom of the long incline there were two large lorries, one struggling to slowly overtake the other. At close on a hundred and twenty miles an hour it was going to take only seconds to reach them. "You're fucking mad! Do you want to fucking kill us?" screamed Guy transfixed by the sight of the lorries as they loomed ever closer. Andy nodded. Tears were running down his face. "I don't wanna to grow up!" Guy never replied, utterly petrified he just stared ahead, frozen in the seat, oblivious to Andy who had now begun to mutter to himself through his tears. "Goodbye mum.. goodbye dad.. goodbye Martin.. goodbye Alfie.. oh Alfie.. goodbye Adam.. goodbye Mark.. I love you all... I loves you..." With a WIMP club meeting scheduled for after school in Geoff's cramped garden shed along with Ollie, Steve and Jumbo, Mark had left Alfie to go home alone on the bus. Only then he did remember that Martin wouldn't be about either since he was serving the last of his detentions with Adam for missing a lesson. Somewhat bored on his own and definitely not wanting to get involved with Sophie, he wheeled his bike into the front garden intending to clean it. An operation which would also afford him the opportunity to watch out for any of his friends returning home. In fact at around five o'clock it was his father who was the first to return and enter the front garden clutching the evening paper. "Oh, yer early today dad." "Yes, I escaped work for a change." said Jim smiling. "So what are you doing then?" "Cleaning me bike, nothing else to do." "Oh, like that is it? Nobody around over the way, thought you'd have been inside the bonnet of Andy's car again." "Nah, I dunno where he is and I thinks Mart's still at school, he got a detention or something I think." "Where's Mark?" "He went home with that Geoff, said he'd be back in time for tea." "Oh yes, I'll believe that when it happens!" "And Sophie?" "I dunno, I ain't bothered to find out!" Alfie stood up and looked hopefully up the road. "Oh listen dad, sounds like there's car coming, I hopes it's Andy coming back." "Oh yes, a car." Jim turned to look. Sergeant Ellis drove slowly down the road looking at the house numbers, eventually stopping the car outside number twenty-two, there were times when he really hated his job. Reluctantly reaching in his pocket he took a deep breath before pulling out a bloodstained driving licence, checking for the umpteenth time he had the correct name and address he slipped it back in his pocket and slowly opened the car door. "Hey, dad, look, look," exclaimed Alfie excitedly nudging him, "ooh look, there's a gert police car drove up. Cor, wot's going on? Reckon they's been robbing a bank or something.. cor, it must important, look it's a gert sergeant bloke!" "No idea," replied Jim his smile turning into a rather worried look, "but, you and I are going inside, it's really rude to stand out here and stare." "Oh dad, no! Why can't we watch? It's exciting innit, having the rozers in our road?" "No, no we're going inside." Much to Alfie's annoyance he felt a firm grip on his shoulder and found he was being forceably propelled towards the house. "Oh dad, why can't we watch?" "No argument, now please just come on inside, we can't watch it's rude." Just before closing the front door Jim glanced back to see that Sergeant Ellis had rather hesitantly entered the front garden of number twenty-two. "Dad... dad," Alfie was wriggling to escape on being pushed into the hallway, "so can I go over when Andy comes back and find out wot it's all about then? Exciting innit?" Jim didn't answer, he had a dreadful feeling something was wrong, terribly wrong and if it involved Andy he could envisage Alfie being left utterly inconsolable. Having left the newspaper on the hall table the back page hosting the late news section was facing upwards. The print was smudged, but the content clear. "Two killed outright in high speed crash." Fin.