Date: Wed, 12 Aug 2015 23:04:17 +0100 From: tom Subject: Lab Technician Chapter 24 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 24 – Escape from Stalag Bedroom III Once his breathing had steadied, Adam felt relatively safe under Martin's bed even if Mrs Lewis was screaming outside on the landing like demented fishwife, it was time to take stock of his situation. Peering around in the gloom with his cock already beginning to twitch, Adam was fully aware that at boarding school more often than not the space beneath any teenage boys bed could contain treasures untold. His instinct was correct, having already recognised he was lying on something soft and it wasn't just the carpet, on reaching around underneath himself it was with mounting excitement that he produced three odd socks folded in half. Then finally, after groping in the far corner to his total amazement lay the ultimate prize, the unmistakable feel of a pair of brief with a particularly starchy feel. Saving the best till last, the first operation was to check the socks which involved sniffing them and feeling right inside up to the toes. Two of them seemed a little stiff around the toe and had a certain rather familiar aroma, whilst the third one was still damp inside and plainly smelt of semen. So, Adam wasn't the only boy to have discovered that masturbating in a sock precluded those embarrassing stains on the bed-sheets! The only thing left to do was to turn the sock inside out, inhale deeply and rub a finger around the toe to savour the taste of Martin's morning discharge. Sliding it over his own erection, the damp wool felt cool on the exposed head of his cock, now though it was time to examine the briefs. They were not Y-fronts that was for sure, but from their crunchy texture they had undoubtedly benefitted from several concentrated infusions of spunk. That had made them all the more appealing as confirmed by Adam who struggled in the constricted space under the bed to put them on, then came a further revelation of Martin's sexual habits. The seat of the briefs had hole in them. The moment when Martin threw uniform collection through the door to land on the bed was rather disconcerting to Adam lying beneath, it was though short lived since Martin came in the room seconds later slamming the door behind him. From the rustling noises it was impossible for Adam to tell what was going on and he was about to remind Martin that he was in hiding when Martin sat down heavily on the bed and created a minor dust storm below. Moments later Martin's legs were lifted into the air and his trousers kicked off to land on the floor. "Fucking hell!" he exclaimed angrily, "It's only a fucking carpet!" "Wot about the fucking carpet?" said the bed. "Wot the fuck! Oh bloody hell, Adam, I'd forgotten you was here!" exclaimed Martin now totally thrown. Adam very slowly emerged from under the bed, naked save for the underpants he had just purloined and put excitedly on. "Where the fuck d'you get them.. them then?" Martin pointed to the heavily stained yellowing cotton. "But them's my.. my.." "Them's yer wanking pants ain't they!" Adam grinned, whereas Martin blushed, "It's alright I got a pair just like 'em." "You have!" whispered Martin looking at the door. "Fucking keep yer voice down." "Sorry," said Adam, "see mine is just like these , they've even got the hole in the back as well!" "Oh bollocks! And the hole?" Martin looked very sheepish. "Ain't just me then?" "No, course not." Adam stood up, "Well, if you'll let me wear 'em home then I'll get dressed." "I'll borrow yours then," said Martin, his mothers wrath currently forgotten, "I'll let you have 'em back when I've uumm.. well y'know... dried 'em and that." "Yeah, right." it was unspoken, but obvious that Adam wanted Martin's briefs and knew that Martin wanted his while they were still wet with semen. There was a noise from the landing. "Oh shit, she's back." whispered Adam after listening for a few seconds. "I'll hide if hear she gets outside the door." "Then we'll have to think of an escape plan to get you out." said Martin. "Oh shit!" "Mart," asked Adam grinning, "why you naked, wot happened to yer trousers? Why d'you take 'em off just now?" "Shit!" flustered by all the events Martin had completely forgotten he was naked. "Without me pants on, the fucking zip was rubbing me willy and pulling me pubes!" "Oh, well if it helps, I've got a nice place you could put yer willy." Adam pointed to Martin's cock, still almost erect and waving in the air despite all else that had happened. "These pants of your's have got an hole in `em, all ready for it!" "Oh.. but `spose mum comes in?" very tempted, Martin looked nervously around. "Well we'd be fucking dead wouldn't we?" Adam pulled a face, knowing it would be incredibly risky. "We better not, had us?" "No. Better not." Martin glanced at Adam's briefs, quite obviously he was aroused as well. "We could have a quick wank, though. You gonna cum again, reckon I can." "Bloody right I can! But listen, I don't wanna get caught by your mum, she's too fucking wound up! So `spose you does it on the bed and I wanks underneath then?" "Hhmm.. yeah. Been nice to have helped you rub it but, it's better than nothing." "Right, but can," Adam grinned, "can, I cum in yer pants?" "Well you fucking got 'em on ain't you?" Martin also grinned. "Anyway, you can't make 'em any worse can you!" "I'll try!" With that Martin started to rummage through the pile of mixed up uniforms on the bed. "And, I fancy cumming in yours, it won't make no difference `cause they're full of spunk anyway." "That's wot you were gonna do tonight anyway wunnit?" "Well yeah, I `spose I might have." Martin blushed. "But, doing it now I can use 'em to rub up me cock while they're still all cummy and that!" "There ain't no `spose to it, you were just fucking going to do it anyway you dirty sod!" said Adam sliding back under the bed, "Right then, first one to cum puts a finger up the others bum!" "Here we go then, get ready." said Martin excitedly wrapping the cold and slimy material around his hot shaft. "Ready then, one... two... three... wank!" Considering there was meant to be only Martin in the room had anybody been listening outside it would have seemed pretty noisy, replete with various slurping noises, giggling and heavy breathing. Clearly after all the excitement it wasn't going to very long before one of them ejaculated. The race in this instance was won by Adam who only just managed to get his cock back inside the briefs before squirting spunk over his hand. Seconds later Martin also climaxed. Allowing his cock to shoot vertically and fall back over himself, the shaft itself still wrapped with Adam's soggy briefs now looking rather like an explosive sausage roll! "Cor, that was fucking great," grunted the voice from under the bed, "yer pants is full up now!" "Yeah." agreed Martin, lying back staring at the spunk which had pooled on his stomach. "Fuck, who'd have thought we could cum again after wot we done earlier." "D'you want me finger up yer bum now or later?" "Uumm... not sure." replied Martin, finally starting to feel distinctly jaded after the bout of intense sexual activity. "Have a think then, I `spose with yer mum outside might be better to save it." Adam, who unbeknown to Martin already had a finger lubricated with his own spunk up his bottom and had been intending to use the same finger on Martin. Correctly guessing that Martin would probably decline the offer on grounds of safety, he pushed a second finger inside and with his other hand pressing the slimy briefs onto his stomach. "Right." Martin closed his eyes, continuing to gently squeeze his cock through the briefs. "Oh fuck, I feel totally knackered, think I've fucking overdone it a bit." "You ain't the only one." It was something of an understatement, Adam closed his as eyes and wiggled his fingers about internally in a show of solidarity. "And another thing young man..." So screeched Mrs Lewis flinging the bedroom door wide open and walking straight into Martin's room without any form of warning. Having been fuming to herself whilst cleaning the carpet she'd decided it was time to subject him to another tirade about his unsociable habits. "Mum! Bloody hell!" shouted Martin instantly sitting bolt upright in shock. "Wot!" muttered Adam under the bed startled by the noise, but unaware of what was actually happening. Truly alarmed, Martin went white and actually looked as though he had had a heart attack. That said, he had done incredibly well to control his mild choice of expletive! There was thump and a muffled groan from under the bed. Adam on seeing the feet guessed they belonged to Mrs Lewis's, he had also sat up banging his head in the process. "Martin!" other than stare in disbelieve Mrs Lewis really didn't know what to do, say or even look in which direction. To be fair, it wasn't the prettiest sight. Confronted by her naked fifteen year old son, the reddened head of his cock poking out from it's cocoon of grimy, soggy underpants and a generous spattering of semen decorating his legs and stomach. "Oh god.. you've been doing it again! Don't you ever stop! What's wrong with you!" She turned pale, but somehow couldn't immediately take her eyes off of Martin's boyhood. It subtly winked it's one eye in her direction and allowed a sticky tear to escape and slide down towards the matted pubic hair. Martin was utterly speechless, mute even. Nobody spoke for several seconds, then with disgust written over her face she stormed out. Slamming the door behind her so violently that the wall appeared to shake she returned to the comparative safety of the semen covered carpet on the landing. There were several seconds of shocked silence before Martin jumped off the bed and literally threw the pile of uniforms on the floor. "Fucking hell Adam, we gotta get fucking dressed fucking quick in case she fucking comes back!" hissed Martin forceably. "Don't matter if you looks a mess, just get dressed and then get back under the fucking bed!" "Wotever's going on mum?" Andy was now in the hallway having just returned from work, he looked up to the landing where the noise seemed to be coming from. Having already noticed Adam's bike outside, to be greeted by muffled shouts and the reverberation of doors being slammed it seemed a fair guess that something was badly amiss. "Wot's gone wrong? Mum? Where's Mart?" She stamped across the landing. "He's.. he's..." "Wot's going on up there then?" repeated Andy, realising he wasn't going to get much response he quickly climbed up the stairs to the landing. Mrs Lewis was standing staring again at her precious carpet, fuming. "Accident was it?" asked Andy looking down. "Wot, Mart spilt something did he? Looks like water, is that all it is?" "No!" she snapped, unable to put the horror of the sordid events into words. To be fair to Andy it did look like water, although that was after all, after her labours. "Oh." "The carpets ruined." "Is it? Well I don't know wot's happened do I, `cause I ain't been here." Andy looked at her wondering what exactly had happened. Was it that bad, could it have been that bad? Maybe it was. "It's ruined." "Dunno, looks alright to me. It's only water innit, let it dry out, it'll be alright." It might have looked alright, in fact it might have been alright, in fact it was alright, but in her mind she was never going to see it again without visualising a large patch of fresh semen. "So where's Mart then?" Andy looked around. "Sounds like you've been giving him a gert bollocking or something, Wot's been going on?" Under normal circumstances she might have smiled at that, not today. With a face like thunder she looked at Andy, then stamped off down the stairs. "He's in his room." she cried. "Waiting for his father to come home. Disgusting boy!" "Wot the fucks up with her!" Andy said to himself watching as she reached the hallway and slammed the dining room door behind her. "Martin, wot's up?" he tapped on the door. "It's Andy, can I come in?" The door slowly opened just enough for Martin to peer nervously out. "Thank fuck yer back!" "Wot the bleeding hells going on?" Andy stepped inside the room and sniffed. "Shit, it don't half stink in here!" "It's all gone wrong." croaked Martin woefully. "Wot's she gonna do?" "Fucked if I know! First you gotta tell me wot the hells has gone wrong and wot's happened to get her like that. Shit, I ain't never seen her that angry before." "It's all `cause of me innit!" Adam's head emerged from under the bed. "Wot the fucks he doing under the bed!" Andy was taken aback, he looked at Martin then Adam, then Martin again. They both looked guilty, very guilty. Incredibly guilty. The penny dropped after a few moments. "She don't know yer here do she?" Andy looked at Adam, his heart fluttered at the sight of him. "Wot you been doing?" "No." Adam shook his head in despair. "We dunno wot to do." "Andy," said Martin, "we gotta get him out of here, she'll fucking kill us, all of us if she finds out he's hiding in me room. You gotta help!" "Well wot.. wot have you done.. I mean.. wot.. how?" stuttered Andy, he stopped and looked at the state of Adam now that he was standing. One sock, his shirt hanging out and wrongly buttoned, no tie and some very familiar fresh, glistening stains surrounding the open fly of his trousers. "You gotta fucking help!" pleaded Martin looking equally dishevelled. "Please." "You two were at it and she nearly caught you didn't she?" Andy suddenly grinned. "Who was it who cum over the bloody carpet then?" "Me.. well we sorta both did." replied Adam trying not to look at Andy. "Later on, you," Andy pointed at Martin, "you're gonna tell me every last fucking dirty detail of wot you two were doing, but now we're gonna try to get him out of here before dad comes home. Right?" "Oh shit! Dad! I forgotten he'd be back." Martin looked even more worried. "Fuck!" "Right Adam, put yer blazer on and get all your stuff together quick. I'm gonna go down and talk to mum while you creep down the stairs and fuck off out of it." said Andy very firmly. "Once I've gone in the dining room to see her, you count to ten, be quiet and bloody run like hell. Right?" "Right. Ten." repeated Adam very nervously. Taking the lead in sexual matters were his forte, but in life threatening situations like this they were categorically not. "And, don't wear yer fucking shoes and go clumping about like a fucking elephant, put 'em on when yer outside the fucking house." Mark had been hanging around by the house by garage doors fiddling with his bike in the hope of catching Martin to enquire if he had given the proposition to see Sophie perform any more thought. Annoyed with himself that the only time he left his post for a minute to visit the toilet was when Andy must have come home, the car now parked in the road confirmed it. However, he was almost on the point of giving up waiting for anything to happen when the front door of number twenty-two slowly opened. Mark pressed himself back into the hedge to get a good view and was more than surprised to see a strange boy come out and stand in the front garden appearing to compose himself. Not only that, what really took his imagination was that the boy almost looked only partially dressed. Then to Mark's utter amazement he glanced around, unclasped his trousers to reveal the top of the inevitable white briefs, tucked his shirt in, slipped his blazer on and began to put his shoes on! Generally it didn't take much for Mark to become aroused, so after seeing the flash of white underpants he knew he already had the start of an erection. From the colour of the blazer the boy was obviously at the same school as Martin, but what was a partially dressed boy doing coming out of the house anyway? There was only one way to find out. Casually, if somewhat apprehensively he wheeled his bike out onto the pavement which ensured that Adam being so close had to acknowledge his presence as he pretended to go by. "Hello, you been in with Martin?" Mark smiled, although what to say as a follow up as to why he should enquire in the first place he had no idea. "Yeah." Adam's natural instinct took over. Immediately he homed in on the fly of the grey school trousers which Mark hadn't bothered to change out of from on getting home from school. There was no need to say anything, he just smiled knowingly. Poor Mark he'd been ambushed before he'd even started, he blushed. "Fuck!" Being a predator at heart Adam couldn't let an opportunity or even such a delightful bulge, slip idly by without taking some advantage. "We all get 'em don't we?" "Get wot?" replied Mark lamely starting to blush. Wholly unprepared for such a direct sexual assault from an unknown boy, especially considering the entire conversation had barely amounted to some ten words, Mark acquiesced and nodded. "You ought to do something about it later." Adam tried to keep a straight face. "I know I would!" Even redder, Mark coughed, cleared his throat and eventually replied. "Maybe I will." "Y'know wot, actually if it was me, I'd probably do it sooner than later!" "Uumm.. fuck!" All self-confidence having evaporated, instead of Mark quizzing the boy, he found himself on the receiving end of Adam's not so subtle importuning. "Sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you." Adam smiled. "Honest, it just happened." "Yeah, well.." Mark swallowed and allowed himself to glance down, to be fair now there was no hiding the lump that had developed, "it does I `spose, yeah alright." "We all get 'em." Adam grinned. "I gets lots!" "You know Mart then?" Mark was bright red, he tried to move the subject away from himself. "Yeah, we're at school together." As arousing as the situation had become, was Adam tried not to look at Mark's trousers, it was difficult and despite all the activity that had gone on earlier he too was now getting yet another erection. "Sort of, we moved in a few doors up only last week." mumbled Mark furtively glancing at Adam's spunk stained trousers, his mind fully occupied with visions of Adam in just the white briefs without his trousers. "That's right, yeah we did!" As if from nowhere Alfie had materialised in front of them to join the conversation. Actually he hadn't really materialised from nowhere or anywhere. He'd been locked in the bathroom doing various unmentionable probing things involving a surfeit of super slippery hair shampoo and a very large diameter pencil he'd found in the school playground. "Oh bleeding hell!" exclaimed Mark in disappointment. Yet another conversation laden with sexual innuendo had just been curtailed by Alfie's uninvited presence. "Who's he?" asked Adam, although quickly surmising they might well be brothers. "Me little brother innit?" said Mark, then turning to Alfie. "Now piss off out of it!" "You know Mart then?" asked Alfie totally ignoring Mark's scowl and graphic request. "We're mates at school." replied Adam, expertly checking Alfie over and accurately concluding from the activity of hand in the shorts he was probably already quite an accomplished masturbator for his age. "You stink of fucking scent, wot you been doing now then you little fucking poof? Why don't you just fucking piss off!" snapped Mark at Alfie, who promptly took no notice whatsoever, smiled and continued talking to Adam. "Wot you been to see Mart then, in his house?" continued Alfie, unaware his actions to free his sticky cock from it's entanglement in his shampoo saturated briefs were now being monitored closely by both older boys. "Alfie, why don't you fuck off!" reiterated Mark, quite annoyed that the opportune moment to dwell on the subject of erections with Adam had been and was now long gone. Well, that along with the chance to elucidate any sexually connected reasons for Adam's very arousing, half-dressed debut in the garden. "Brotherly love, eh!" Adam laughed, he looked at the smiling Alfie who was still manipulating something through his pocket. "Yeah, we come back from school together, why were you two going in to see him then?" "Nah, catch him next time I see him outside here." said Mark quickly. It was then that Alfie caught sight of the spunk stained fly of Adam's trousers and what appeared to be a lumpy object within, only to find he couldn't take his eyes off it. "Maybe one day we could all meet up somewhere and do something then?" "Uumm... yeah." agreed Adam, who having realised his trousers were under intense scrutiny assumed Alfie was making some veiled reference to his growing erection. "We could I `spose." "Yeah. We could do, sorta things together then, couldn't we?" said Alfie excitedly having innocently interpreting `things' as only a generic term for not a lot in twelve year old boy speak! "Things?" queried Mark picking up on the possibility of a sexual adventure. He had also been watching Alfie, who in turn was watching Adam's ever expanding fly. For once Adam was unsure if he was now the one being propositioned and by young Alfie at that, his cock twitched inside Martin's spunk filled briefs. Not that there was anything wrong with mixing with younger boys, since he often fantasised over some of the ones at school and he'd certainly known more than a willing few at boarding school. He rapidly concluded from Alfie gyrations, caused mainly by shampoo between bum cheeks which allowed them to slide so deliciously against each other, that he was implying sex. "You dirty little bugger, wot d'you mean, things?" asked Mark knowing only too well he'd be happy to do `things' with anybody as a break from his repetitive solo `things'. Unfortunately he caught Adam's eye and immediately went bright red, at which point just to compound the misunderstanding even further Adam winked at him, `things' were certainly on his mind as well. "Things." repeated Adam, now very taken with the idea. "Yeah, I'll do things with you, with both of you if you wants! D'you know anywhere safe we could go?" "Somewhere safe!" Mark took a deep breath. Other than the darkened garage, he wasn't too sure about knowing where to go, but he was sure that he now had a monumental sticky patch in his briefs! "And Mart?" added Alfie quickly. "Would he come?" "If he'd join us, I'm sure he'd cum!" said Adam, he winked again at Mark. "Uumm.." Mark gulped at the thought of the three older boys with Alfie joining in! Finally Adam relented and pushed his hand deep in the trouser pocket, his cock quivered and slid around inside the slimy cotton. It was an action noted by both brothers, Mark having been fully erect for some time had found the conversation better than any aphrodisiac. Alfie still hadn't realised what a turn on his actions were for the older boys and continued squeezing his slippery shampooed bum cheeks together, which in turn kept his erection well up and requiring constant handling! "We could go to the park, I'll bring the football," continued Alfie naively, unaware of the confusion he had caused, "Mark you could bring some lemonade and crisps!" "Hello lads, have you all been seeing Martin then?" Hugh Lewis had returned home from work, his arrival going unnoticed with the boys being fully preoccupied with Alfie's totally confusing, if innocent proposal. "Oh uumm..." caught at the scene of the crime Adam looked flustered, "I've uumm.. I saw Martin briefly and... was on my way... when we met up." "Ah, so are you Adam then?" asked Mr Lewis, the familiar school blazer being the clue. "Martin mentioned he'd found a new friend." "Yeah, I only come to the school this term." "And, you are?" smiling Mr Lewis turned to Mark and Alfie. "Ah, I know, you've just moved into number twenty eight, is that right? " Mark nodded. "So you must be the two boys that Andy said he would give the odd lift to school?" "Yeah," Mark returned the smile, praying his erection wasn't going to be noticed, "I'm Mark and this is me little brother Alfie." "Alfie, ah yes now I remember, Andy say's he's the budding mechanic!" Alfie beamed and squeezed his cheeks tightly together. Recognition, a mechanic. =========================================================== Chap 25 to follow