Date: Thu, 25 Jun 2020 09:02:41 +0100
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Re: Bog Off - chapter 44

Bog off!

Authors note: All the usual caveats and dire warnings apply so you read
this at your peril. Naturally, no representation of any person, animal,
vegetable or mineral is intended, yet should you recognise yourself at some
point in the story in conjunction with any of the aforementioned just think
yourself very, very lucky to be included!

As ever all comments, ideas, suggestions, good bad or indifferent always
welcome and my apologies in advance for any typo's you may spot.

Tom
email: amias09@fastmail.fm

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>>>>> Health Warning: I feel obliged to point out that under no
circumstances can this story be described as subtle, it is written very
much tongue in cheek and relies on humour, if not decidedly black humour
for it to deliver - so beware, some situations and characters will
undoubtedly appear quite gross!

Ergo, should you desire something of a far more erudite and sophisticated
nature, I can but recommend my highly acclaimed "Brief Encounters" and "The
Lab Technician" series.
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Chapter 44 -- Work experience


It wasn't as though Kelvin, indeed any of the other pupils who were
scheduled to leave the school at the end of that academic year had given
future employment or come to that anything else by way of serious thought
as to what to do on leaving. As Kelvin's parents had gratefully realised
any chance of employment was down to Mr Wilson who had seen his talent and
facilitated the opportunity for him to apply for an apprenticeship in a
joinery workshop.

It was on a Wednesday morning a couple of weeks after the debauched trip in
the VW camper with Bogbrush that found Kelvin once again getting into Mr
Wilson's VW for a lift to Mr Parker's workshop. It had been arranged for
Kelvin to spend the day at the workshop which would give Mr Parker a good
opportunity to evaluate his woodworking skills. However, bereft of social
skills and having only ever been used to a school environment with no real
adult involvement, Kelvin was quite nervous, feeling out of his depth and
strangely for him, unusually quiet.

Earlier it had appeared that Doreen was inordinately fussing by helping him
get ready to leave for school, whereas in truth she had realised that at
last for one of her boys there was a genuine opportunity to get a proper
start in life. Not only was Doreen in a very efficient mood, but she had
bravely endured the smell of his bedroom by walking in unannounced to wake
him before he had even had the chance for the ritual self-abuse. Thereafter
he had had absolutely no opportunity to do anything since she was intent on
hounding him so that he looked his best and be despatched off to school
looking almost presentable. But, even going so far as to polish his shoes
and forcing him to have bath the previous evening couldn't make up for the
fact that what was really lacking that morning was the desperate desire to
release some seminal fluid!

Undoubtedly the main sartorial problem which faced Doreen concerned his
school trousers, which as she knew only too well were the frequent
receptacle for excess semen and usually looked the part! Cleverly
foreseeing such a situation, she had in a pre-emptive strike through her
part-time job at the renowned, infamous Guptha's International clothing
emporium acquired a pair of seconds for emergency use and as such, this was
an emergency. Despite his many vocal complaints that they were on the tight
side, looked far too new and that the sharp creases would hurt his legs he
was summarily sent off to school with an unrelenting erection and
instructions that under no circumstances were he to ruin his chances by, as
Doreen so bluntly put it to his embarrassment, "don't you dare wank over
those trousers!"

Even Mr Wilson was impressed when he saw him, thinking him a credit to the
school and his mother's unfailing will power. Although to be fair, he was
even more than impressed when he saw that the tight grey material perfectly
highlighted the thick seams of the orange and black Guptha's International
underpants beneath and in turn, unquestionably highlighted the bulge of his
enormous cock.

Arriving at the workshop which was situated in a large old brick built
building on the outskirts of a modern industrial estate Mr Wilson took him
to meet Mr Parker in his rather cluttered office. Slightly younger than Mr
Wilson and not much taller than Kelvin himself, with his ready smile Ted
Parker appeared extremely affable. As an experienced boy orientated voyeur
and occasional practising bisexual he was quickly drawn to the remarkable
protuberance in Kelvin's trousers and did indeed smile.

"So, you're Kelvin, I've heard about you." Mr Parker couldn't resist taking
a fleeting second look at the straining trousers, something twitched
beneath his brown overall coat for he most certainly had heard about
Kelvin. "Do sit down a minute."

"Yer wot.." Kelvin immediately flushed, as he looked for a chair, "wot
yer've heard about me! Wot, wot yer heard?"

"Oh nothing, don't worry, it's only a figure of speech" he smiled and
turned to Mr Wilson, "just hang on a second Kelvin, now Jack are you going
to pick him up later?

"Yes, it'll be about half past four when school finishes," he looked at
Kelvin, "now be good, do your best and I'll see you later to get you back
home."

"And by the way Jack, I haven't forgotten that other matter either, I'm
sure it will be alright," said Mr Parker, "you can say so if want."

"Oh good, that'll suit everybody then." Mr Wilson moved to the door. "I'll
see you both later then."

"OK, now then Kelvin," the eyes flashed across the straining trousers,
"we'd better get you started."

"Oh, alright then, uumm.." Kelvin was subdued, totally out of his comfort
zone for he was to be left alone to fend for himself.

"I expect this is all a bit strange isn't it?" asked Mr Parker as the door
closed behind Mr Wilson. "But, you've got to leave school sometime haven't
you?"

"I's `spose yeah." Kelvin looked around the room at various drawings on the
desk and the untidy assortment of files on the shelves, everything it
seemed had a thin layer of wood dust on it.

"Well, look what I thought was that I'd get you to do some basic joints for
me which would give me a good idea of your work. Does that sound alright?"

"I's `spose yeah." repeated the nervous Kelvin.

"Good, so in a minute I'll take you out in shop and introduce you to Terry
he's our other apprentice and he can show you where things are. OK?" he
looked around the desk and found a packet of Embassy under some papers. "I
won't offer you one, because I'm trying to give it up and you should never
start anyway!"

"I ain't never going to `cause me mum and dad both smokes all the time."

"Good," he smiled again, "so, we did have another apprentice Dave, but his
family moved away so he had to leave and that's why there's the vacancy."

"Oh I's see's."

The trousers were very tight, Kelvin's cock was very big, he shuffled about
on the chair. Unlike being at school he was unused to not playing with
himself and it had been a long time since he did not have the luxury of a
pocketless pocket to take full advantage of the burgeoning erection. After
Doreen's forced rush to get him ready it felt as though his cock had not
performed for days and was desperately waiting to be attended too.

"Mr Wilson says you're very able and should be able to do these tests
easily, so take your time and give it your best shot," he smiled, "and I
appreciate you are probably a little nervous."

"Uumm yeah." he slowly opened his legs hoping it might relieve the pressure
on his boy bits where the bottom part of the zip was digging into his
bloated testicles.

"Anyway, what I want you to do first is to squarely plane up a couple of
bits of three by two, then make a mortice and tenon joint," he paused to
light the cigarette, "and then we'll find you something suitable with which
to make a dovetail joint with and, and finally with a couple of longer bits
of something like six by one you can plane up the edges to make a rubbed
glue joint."

"Oh.. uumm, well I's spose that should be alright," mumbled Kelvin, not
entirely sure what he was meant to say, but nevertheless quite happy he was
easily capable of producing the test pieces.

"Then, if we've any time over you can have a proper look around." the
cigarette glowed just as did the flash of orange between Kelvin's
legs. "Don't worry I'm sure you'll be fine and Terry is there if you get
stuck."

"Did that Terry go to our school then?" the pressure down below had eased a
little as he moved on the chair, the orange patch was more visible, the
seam strained and losing the battle to the inward pressure.

"I, I think he did."

Through the cigarette smoke Mr Parker was trying not to be seen looking
between Kelvin's legs, surely this couldn't be happening. Surely the boy
couldn't be wearing orange underpants that were in grave danger of bursting
through a failing seam of his incredibly tight trousers.

"Oh.."

"Yes, yes he did.. well let's go and see him shall and get you started."

Kelvin stood up first, there was now no doubt he was becoming as erect as
he could ever be, the taut grey trouser material conveniently highlighted
the outline of the huge head of his cock. Under his brown overall coat Mr
Parker was also erect.

Leaving school at sixteen and not being particularly academic Terry found
himself taking an apprenticeship to be a joiner, something which had the
advantage of being able to wear a traditional woodworking apron. Just as at
school it didn't take him long to realise that beneath the apron he could
happily play with himself to while the hours away, in effect sharpening his
own chisel. By the time he was seventeen, under cover of the apron he was
regularly masturbating three or four times a day into his white underpants
whilst visualising various younger boys. The slimy sensation of walking
around afterwards was a thrill in itself and very often the entire an act
had been committed whilst secretly observing Dave, the other bum-fluffed
apprentice who by a strange coincidence also had a moving apron.

Dave was also seventeen, he wore thick glasses and if anything was somewhat
smaller than Terry with short hair, consequently he looked only about
fourteen at the most. It was no surprise that he had become the subject of
many of Terry's bedtime fantasies, especially since he appeared incapable
of removing his hands from his pockets and seemingly was continually
playing with himself. Indeed to Dave it also seemed that Terry was
permanently playing with himself and though they got on very well the
subject of sex was tacitly acknowledged although it was never actually
mentioned. Terry was convinced that Dave was another lonely, solitary
wanker doing exactly as he did several times a day, which indeed was
exactly right. In the workshop Terry would press himself against the bench
or the large grindstone as it vibrated away sharpening the same chisel for
the n'th time that day or if no one was about to push a hand down the front
of his usually slimy briefs under the all encompassing apron. Dave would do
exactly the same sort of thing and although they noticed each other's
actions neither were sufficiently brazen to actually address the subject
with the other.

However, one day Terry determined to himself that he was going to pluck up
enough courage to broach the subject of mutual masturbation and the best
time would be when Dave was aware of being watched. Knowing that little
Dave had once made him a very veiled, if tentative and highly embarrassed
approach which skirted around the subject of inviting him to partake of
mutual self-abuse Terry hoped a conversation might now flow. Incredibly
embarrassed and very red in the face Dave had deflected the subject leaving
an equalled embarrassed Terry with an erection that was fit to burst and
absolutely no sign of mutual masturbation being any closer between them.

Time passed and under cover of the aprons much spunk flowed and dribbled. A
fact that didn't go unnoticed by Mr Parker who whilst not particularly
sexually attracted to Terry found the very young, pubescent looking Dave
quite appealing.

Once Dave had had to move away with his family Terry was left on his own
and decided even though he had turned seventeen some weeks before that he
would celebrate his birthday again in Dave's honour. And, what better way
could there be than to while away the morning tea break working out that
with an average of five wanks a day he had ejaculated at least three
thousand five hundred times since starting the apprenticeship at the
workshop! Desperately wishing for something to spice up his solitary sexual
existence other than the beautifully crafted wooden dildo which he had
turned on the workshop lathe as a late birthday present, he was very
excited to hear that Kelvin was to be considered as the new apprentice.

It was no coincidence that Terry had gone to the same awful school as
Kelvin and also been introduced by Mr Wilson to Mr Parker, both of whom at
that time were still in voyeuristic mode. Also, Terry knew from his own
experience of watching a far younger Kelvin in a corner of the playground
frequently ejaculate into his underwear usually helped by Bogbrush, what an
arousing spectacle it could be. If some sort of comparison were ever to be
made, then Kelvin with his enormous cock could well be equated to be an
earlier version of the over-sexed Connor as noted by older boys.

"Now then Terry, this is Kelvin who I think you may well know him from your
old school?" Mr Parker stopped by Terry's bench having escorted Kelvin
through the workshop whilst studying every movement of his buttocks under
the tight trousers.

"Who? Oh... uumm.. oh yeah.." Terry turned around to see Kelvin, who even
by his own minimal standards was somewhat embarrassed at the bulging
trousers.

"`ullo... uumm.." mumbled Kelvin, hoping to take his mind off his painful
erection by looking round to see several benches and various projects under
way with the men wearing either the traditional apron or a brown coat,
"busy innit? so well... were, wot, were does I does work then?"

"Terry I think you've I got some timber sorted out ready for him?"

Terry nodded, unable to look anywhere except at Kelvin's straining trousers
their magnetic appeal rapidly bringing back playground memories. Under his
apron things were now at full stretch with vivid memories of watching
Kelvin and Bogbrush as they pounded their cocks through their pockets
whilst he tried to time his ejaculation to chime with them from across the
playground.

"Now, you use this adjacent bench and then whatever tools you need you can
just ask Terry and he'll help." added Mr Parker, also unable to resist
glancing yet again at the great bulge. "And uumm... well, Terry you'd
better find him an apron as well."

Once left on his own Kelvin soon got down to work and started to plane up
the timber he was going to use for all his jobs. If anything it was a
distraction to take his mind off the desperate need to ejaculate, for not
since starting to masturbate had he ever managed to go so long with
inducing an orgasm. It almost seemed as though a constant sexual aura
emanated from Terry's bench and Kelvin knowing he was being watched whilst
Terry quite obviously played with himself did nothing to help the
situation. By the time the morning break was due to come round Kelvin had
just about managed to put off ejaculating three times, but only just! The
third time was a major challenge since he was sure by the way Terry was
standing he had just ejaculated.

Despite his orange briefs getting very slimy and his cock sliding around as
he moved Kelvin had made up his mind what he was going to do, hopefully to
get Terry to either put up or shut up! Being an apprentice meant that Terry
had to make the tea which allowed the other workers to down tools and
wander over to talk and take stock of Kelvin, surprised at being accepted
so readily he concluded that maybe starting work wouldn't be so scary after
all. With the others eventually all getting together to talk about
football, Terry moved his chair closer to Kelvin aiming to pursue matters
of the sexual variety.

"So d'yer still knock about with that Bogbrush then?"

"Oh yeah, he'll wanna know I's seen yer." replied Kelvin with a hand
tantalisingly active under his apron.

"Oh right," the truth was Terry wasn't sure what to say next to further his
sexual quest, having never been able to broach the subject with Dave to
proposition Kelvin was quite a daunting task. He looked again at Kelvin's
moving apron. "So, uumm.. well.. d'yer.."

"Yer remembers then," Kelvin interrupted, being no slouch when it came to
either importuning or propositioning, he decided to leap in with both feet,
"so.. well, d'yer remembers when I's used to wank with Bogs in the
playground..."

"Yeah..." Terry waited expectantly, "yeah..."

"And," Kelvin was grinning, it seemed Terry's apron had also taken on a
life of it's own, "and, we was watching yer wanking while yer was watching
us wanking..."

"Yeah.. wot! Oh fuck!" hissed Terry turning a delightful shade of red, his
petard well and truly cocked. "How... how... how the fuck did yer knows I's
were doing it?"

"Bleeding obvious innit! We's could see yer's was all hard and yer even
doing it now ain't yer!" Kelvin grinned. "D'yer thinks I's ain't seen yer
playing with it all bleeding morning!"

"Wot!" Terry was proving to be delightfully innocent and rising to all of
Kelvin's jibes.

"And, yer cum up against the bench in yer pants just before the tea break
didn't yer?"

The colour of Terry's face said it all. "Wot! Fuck off, nah course I's
ain't!"

So the whispered conversation continued with both getting more aroused.

"Yer did, `cause yer fancies wanking me willy, yer always has ain't yer?"

"Fuck off! Wot's think I's is a fucking queer or summat!"

"Might be!"

Unfortunately Kelvin was rapidly reaching the point of no return himself,
testicular pressure had been steadily building since the previous evenings
release. By now there were only a couple of minutes left before resuming
work and ejaculation was long overdue.

"If yer comes over to me bench when we starts again," whispered Kelvin
excitedly, "and yer let I's feel in yer sticky pants then yer can wank us
off under me apron!"

"Fuck!" under his own apron Terry's hand was already down the front of his
trousers and inside his ill fitting Guptha's International underpants
massaging the head of his cock, it was already a slimy mess and he knew
that another climax was building.

As the men returned their mugs to Terry, who as an apprentice also had the
dubious privilege of washing up, Kelvin walked rather awkwardly towards his
bench aware that even though he may not have ejaculated, precum was leaking
everywhere. Some ten minutes later Terry arrived, hands pushed deep into
his pockets under the apron and embarrassed that he had to do the washing
up.

"`bout bleeding time, I's can't hold out much longer," said Kelvin, "I's
nearly cum twice already!"

"Course, if yer come here yer'll be doing the teas and all that." said
Terry with an air of authority since he would be moving up from the bottom
of pecking order.

"Well I's ain't fucking doing 'em yet is I!" replied Kelvin with a
grin. "Well, come here round the far side of me bench and pretend yer
showing us something or that! But for fuck's sake hurry up before I's
cums!"

"Me zips undone, just get yer hand under me apron and yer can feel me
spunky pants!" volunteered an already overexcited Terry.

Nervous at offering himself, but nevertheless desperate for some attention
by a strange hand Terry pushed himself forward. Kelvin certainly did feel
the spunky underpants, with his hand inside he soon found that for all
Terry's bluster his cock was nowhere as large as Bogbrush's well fondled
specimen, being circumcised made it seem even smaller, tactfully he
concluded. "Ain't very big is it!"

However, Terry wasn't listening for he was desperately scrabbling under
Kelvin's apron to extricate what he remembered as a fantasy inducing organ,
he was to be rewarded to find it distended and already slippery with
precum. The snag was that he could not free it from the Guptha
International orange with black trim briefs, although that should have been
was no surprise since the fly had been sown up by mistake as indeed were
his own briefs. The real problem was that due to the continuing groping by
Terry's unpractised, if very sticky fingers, Kelvin was rapidly beginning
to exhibit signs that his long awaited climax was not very far away.

"I thought yer was gonna get me willy out `cause I don't wanna cum in me
pants, `cause it'll make too much fucking mess!" hissed a very worried
Kelvin, worried over what Doreen would say if he returned home his clothes
daubed with spunk. Worried he may have been, but that didn't stop him from
starting to rub Terry's organ, the recently deposited semen coating his
underwear acting as lubricant.

"Yer willy's caught in the bleeding elastic innit!" said Terry, his hand so
slimy that he couldn't get a firm grip on anything, which only added to the
sensual effect that Kelvin's so very experienced hand was having on his
small cock. "I'll get yer bleeding zip right down, that'll help wunnit?"

"I's don't fucking know do us, just fucking hurry up before I's cums!"
gasped a very desperate Kelvin.

Apparently lightening didn't strike in the same place twice, the same could
have been said about a case of déjà vu, but sadly that too was
about to be shown as false. The legendary poor quality of Guptha's
International clothing was about to be highlighted yet again, in fact just
as had happened to Kelvin before when the zip of his jeans had detached
itself from the denim. So, true to form the zip of his sub-standard
trousers had just detached itself in revenge for being so roughly handled
by the highly charged Terry.

"Alright, don't get angry." replied Terry, by now not too sure what was
going on.

"Well I's gonna cum yer twatt ain't us, just fucking hurry up and get it
out!"

To the subtle noise of a seam ripping itself asunder after having been
under so much pressure from within, the stitching which had previously
started to fail now completely gave way. Earlier having exposing a flash of
orange to Mr Parker, a veritable swathe of orange had now appeared for the
seam had parted all the way down the back to where the zip should had
been. Essentially the trouser legs were now separate and held only by the
waistband which in turn allowed most of Kelvin's very spunky briefs to be
display both front and back.

"I's trying... oh bloody hell!" Terry looked in surprise at what had been
revealed.

"Oh fucking hell no! No!" croaked Kelvin incredulous that God should allow
this to happen on such an important day.

But it had. The zip now detached fell to the floor leaving a gaping orange
hole and Terry quite speechless staring at the colossal globules of semen
being pumped through the orange fabric by Kelvin's overactive loins. Hands
wet with Kelvin's hot cum he was now fully prepared to conclude a messy
bedtime fantasy that he had enacted on so many occasions while at
school. Since the trousers now longer posed quite such a barrier he
grappled with the sewn up fly of the orange briefs hoping to free Kelvin's
monster cock. However, from the start things didn't go too well for the
huge organ quickly escaped from the tired elastic around Kelvin's legs and
sensing it's freedom protruded from the zipless opening to continue
squirting a rich and seemingly unending stream of hot spunk in Terry's
direction.

"Now lads, thought I'd better see how you two are getting on..." Mr Parker
was just approaching Kelvin's bench, his voice tailed off, "what the... oh
bloody hell!"

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Chap 45 to follow