Date: Wed, 04 May 2016 10:03:15 +0100 From: tom Subject: LabTech chapter 42 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 42 – "Oh Martin, what a big boy you are!" "So where are we going then?" "In here." replied Andy swinging off the main road to drive through a pair of imposing and rather ornate stone pillars supporting large wrought iron gates. "This was one of them gert country house places with loads of grounds, but it's a sorta public park now, I knows it well `cause I used to walk me uncle's dog yer." "Bloody hell, it's big innit?" Adam looked around, the parkland whilst having a distinct slope did appear to roll on for ever, dotted with trees and occasional thickets. "In a minute there's a right turn off this main bit, where we can drive up to the higher part, not that many people go up there, especially as it's Saturday morning." "Oh. Wot we gonna do there then?" Adam reached over to put his hand on Andy's knee. "Nothing nawty... I hope!" "Do? We gonna do wot we both wants. I hope I ain't making a fool of meself am I?" asked Andy anxiously. "I mean, you still do don't you? You ain't changed yer mind?" "No, don't be bloody silly, course I wants to do something." Adam smiled. "Just that I'm still a bit muddled `cause like we both said wot we honestly thought, didn't we? And, I gotta sorta work it out. Anyway, how d'you know we ain't gonna get caught?" "Look, if we goes up to top and parks by the trees and then we checks there ain't nobody up there, the only way we is gonna get caught is by somebody coming up the hill," said Andy taking the right turn and leaving the main track, "because we can see `em coming up can't we?" "That's clever, when d'you work all that out then?" Adam's hand gravitated from knee to inner thigh making Andy flinch. "I worked it out when I'd walk that dog, `cause I'd stop for a wank up yer in the bushes!" Andy grinned and pointed up the slope. "Now just keep yer fucking hand away from me cock or I'm gonna cum in me pants!" "I can't believe it, wot you having wanky dog walks!" Adam burst out laughing. "But yer right, there's something really horny about wanking outside isn't there?" "Certainly is and we're gonna bloody do it!" "D'you know, where we lives now, there's a ten year old boy next door and twice I've hid by the fence in our back garden and had a wank while looking at his pants hanging on the line." said Adam. "I'm gonna be brave and pinch a pair one day!" "Better still if you could pinch 'em when he's wearing 'em!" Andy swung the car round and reversed it back up towards the trees. "I'd help you wank in 'em!" "The thought of that does something for you don't it? Be honest?" "Yeah, always has done, looking at washing lines," Andy blushed, "I can't help it." "Well don't apologise, `cause I does it as well and I also looks through the clothes in the changing rooms for wank stains!" "Wot? Wasn't just me then?" exclaimed Andy in surprise, at last realizing he was not alone in his fetishes. "You didn't think it was just you who did that sorta stuff did you?" Adam now looked surprised. "I think loads do it, I knew at least three boys at me last school who did!" "I `spose I did, 'cause I never talked to anybody about it." he replied sheepishly. "Oh fuck! So that means somebody could have been looking at mine then!" "Yeah! And, so you d'you also think you're the only one who'd wank in some other kids pants and then hang 'em back up?" "How d'you know about that?" Andy blushed. "Oh fuck... I thought I was the only one who'd do that! Wot, so you did it well did you?" "Yeah, course I did. I'd find an excuse to go back to the changing rooms and cum in some kids that ain't got no wank stains! D'you know, that sometimes they was all stained!" Adam grinned. "Anyhow, then I'll watch the kid start getting dressed and finding me spunk, course he ain't gonna tell the teacher somebody's just wanked in his pants is he? I means, you wouldn't would you? Nah, he's just gonna put 'em back on all cold and sticky!" "Well some bugger did it to me, so that's when I started doing it!" Andy laughed although his voice tailed off. "Uumm, now we're here, so, so wot we gonna do?" "I think we needs to hold each other for a bit don't we?" Adam bit his lip, this was approaching the moment of truth and even he wasn't sure how he felt. "Yeah, I uumm.. but, I don't know wot to do." Andy blinked. "Truth is I ain't done much stuff like this before, you knows that." "Well there ain't no rush is there? So first, why don't we open the car doors then it won't look like it's two blokes doing something they shouldn't in a car!" "Yeah, good idea, `cause we can see if anybody's coming up here can't we." Andy opened his door and looked out, genuinely wondering what he should do next. Other than his previous experience with Adam he was both a physical and emotional virgin, totally bereft of any ideas of what he should be doing in terms of immediate intimacy with Adam. "Ain't you ever done kissing and cuddling stuff other than when you did it with me?" asked Adam immediately sensing that Andy was struggling. "Even with a girl?" "Nothing." replied Andy quietly, he screwed his eyes up and looked away. "I'm just a bloody wanker, it's all I ever done!" "Well I done a little bit of kissing," Adam smiled trying desperately to put him at ease, he reached over and put his right arm around his neck and pulled him across the seat towards himself, "course only with boys... none of them girls." "You've done everything, I ain't done fuck all never!" Andy sniffed, almost in tears. "Well yer gonna do something right now so just shut up and come here!" With that Adam planted his lips firmly on top of Andy's to give him a rather wet and sloppy kiss, then forced his tongue between his lips into his mouth, whilst his left hand started feeling it's way up between his legs. "You really do want to see them don't you?" Martin, red with embarrassment just nodded and stuttered. "Yeah.. I, I really does." "I really don't know if we should be doing this you know, because well, I'm a bit older and all that." Mr Maxwell looked at him and quickly continued before Martin had a chance to agree. "Still, it's only too look at isn't it? So if we do it, we mustn't ever tell anybody about it, then that's fair to both of us d'you agree?" "Yeah, that's' fine." Martin looked nervously looking round to check the door was partially open for a quick escape if need be. "You won't do nothing to me will you?" "No of course I won't, now don't be silly. You should only do what you want to do, now that we trust each other." "Oh yeah. Sorry... I'm just a bit nervous like." he mumbled, he gaze firmly fixed on Mr Maxwells shirt covering the bulging trousers. The thought had flashed through his mind that it had been alright when Harry had fumbled with Adam in the park and that since he had obviously enjoyed the older male experience it followed he should enjoy what was to happen now. As he rapidly convinced himself that it was probably alright to see what Mr Maxwell could offer his fingers traced the slimy head of his cock through his pocket. Besides, Mr Maxwell with his shock of blond hair and very trim figure looked far younger than Harry and if anything, appeared to be barely only ten years or so older than his brother Andy. However, to Mr Maxwell there didn't seem much point in putting off the big question for much longer. They'd skirted around the subject long enough and he really did want to know if Martin was interested or would make a hasty exit never to be seen again. Slowly he lifted the front of his shirt to expose the front of his trousers. "Oh god! Martin, look what you've done! I think you've really made me go hard!" "Uumm.. wot me? Really?" gasped Martin looking down, thoroughly flattered that he could be the cause of arousal and the enormous bulge in Mr Maxwell's trousers. "Oh.. it looks like you're getting really erect as well now, you're not are you?" the inflection made it sound incredulous as Mr Maxwell pointedly glanced at Martin. Coyly Martin nodded, there was no getting about it, his jeans confirmed it already. "The only thing is Martin," said it Mr Maxwell after a theatrical pause, toying with the zip of his trousers, "I think it's quite important that you tell me that you want us to carry on, I really wouldn't want you to feel that I've pushed you into anything you, you didn't really want to do." "Oh... uumm.. oh... I see.. I, I hadn't thought of that... I, I think... oh.." In Martin's befuddled state where sex had overridden all logic he attempted to think his way through. However, with the sight of Mr Maxwell's pale grey trousers looking as though they had reached bursting point his answer was a forgone conclusion. "I thinks I would like to see it.. sorry.. see yer new pants!" he stuttered, he blushed, he just couldn't control himself without taking his eyes off the trousers. This was far superior to peering through a hole in a wall. Mr Maxwell smiled and very deliberately, just to put further temptation in Martin's way he casually asked. "Maybe you would you like to undo my zip?" "Me!" his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "Is.. would.. is that alright?" "Well, only if you want too of course. I wouldn't want to make you do it would I?" Martin shook his head, gulped and then again. Slowly he shuffled nearer unable to take his eyes off the bulging trousers, his fingers were nervously quivering. He just couldn't resist. His cock deposited yet more precum into his already wet briefs. "Thought you might." Whilst Mr Maxwell sounded extremely calm, it belied his mounting excitement. There was yet the big question still to be answered, how to get Martin to drop his jeans. Whatever was inside the trousers felt to Martin as though it were made of steel, it certainly hindered progress, meaning he had to press hard and struggle to get the zip started. Eventually, with Martin only too well aware that it would take very little before he had an involuntary ejaculation, Mr Maxwell's fly parted to tantalisingly reveal not boring white elastic, but a powder blue waistband of what he rightly assumed were some small, tight, briefs. "Oh.. god!" he stared. He gasped. He produced another three blobs of precum in the excitement. The front of jeans his had already started going darker. "You can pull the trousers down a bit if you want." said Mr Maxwell, encouragingly. It was with very shaky hands that Martin tugged at the trousers to gradually expose more of the briefs, which by now could do little to conceal the erection within. "Whoops! Oh, I'm sorry Martin, you've got it really hard now! I didn't mean for you to have to deal with it like this." said Mr Maxwell. "I'd better just zip them back up..." "No, no!" blurted Martin, transfixed by the blue bulge. "Oh.. umm.. oh I don't.. I.. I.. don't know!" "Well, I think maybe we'd better forget this." "But, but is that.. is that... a gert wet spot?" Martin pointed a quivering finger at what could only be a giant wet spot, appearing much darker on the light material. "Oh my god so it is! You don't really want to go touching that now do you?" "No, oh, I don't know, it ain't right. Wot, d'you mean, I can? Should I?" he didn't just appear totally confused, he was absolutely and totally confused. "D'you think it'll be alright then, if, if it's just between us two... it is innit? Can I.. touch it.. uumm.. Oh!" Poor Martin was absolutely lost to the real world, the only things that concerned him were the contents of the blue briefs and the desire not to ejaculate in his own briefs. "Well I suppose," Mr Maxwell smiled, "but only if you really want too, d'you agree?" Actions spoke louder than words. Very tentatively, after a great deal of thought which took less than all of a brace of nano seconds, the very same quivering finger reached out to fleetingly touch the wet material, only to instantly recoil. "Oh.. shouldn't I have done that?" Martin's mouth dropped open, he looked up at Mr Maxwell for guidance and permission to touch it again. "Can I.. can I.. do it again?" "Only if you want too," Mr Maxwell continued to smile very encouragingly, "d'you know Martin, I wouldn't be surprised if the next thing is you'll be wanting to pull them down a bit so you can have a proper look!" Mr Maxwell was unable to believe his luck at Martin's naivety and total compliance with almost any suggestion. For his part, Martin still didn't know whether he was coming or going, all he did know was that he had become absolutely determined to overcome any doubts about Mr Maxwell's integrity and soon be touching an adult sized cock. That was, if he hadn't suffered premature ejaculation in the meantime. "Actually Martin, I wouldn't mind if you did," he laughed, "these new pants are a bit tight anyway now that you've got me so hard!" "I did! Can I? Honestly?" Unlike his briefs, Martin's mouth might have been dry, but it didn't stop his shaky hand once again reaching out and this time taking a hold on the blue waistband. "Just bloody hurry!" said Mr Maxwell under his breath. He nodded encouragingly, knowing the wet patch was getting bigger and if Martin didn't speed up soon, up he too could be cursed with the embarrassment of premature ejaculation. Two incredibly trembling hands were now grasping the waistband. With some difficulty, accompanied by a lot of heavy breathing they managed to pull it down and over Mr Maxwell's stout, uncircumcised manhood which immediately twanged into view. Martin's eyes all but crossed at the sight of it, precum oozed freely from the wrinkled end of the foreskin allowing a thin thread to fall slowly onto the pale blue briefs below. "Oh fuck.. it's... got on me hands!" gasped Martin, his fingers glistened in the light. "I'll bet its nice and slippery... just like your's is I expect?" not wishing to give Martin any time to collect his senses it was the first thing that came into his head,. Dutifully Martin rubbed his slippery fingers together and looked up. "I thinks so." "What's the bet you've leaked a bit as well by now then?" Mr Maxwell leant forward and finally reached for the prize, button on Martin's jeans. "Is it OK to have a look?" Martin nodded affirmatively, the hands around his waist knew exactly what they were doing and all so quickly too. The jeans were around his knees in a second. "Oh! And you've got Y-fronts!" exclaimed Mr Maxwell in mock surprise. "Oh Martin.. wow, I didn't know you were such big boy, ooh.. you really are! Bloody hell, you lucky boy just look at that great big bulge... and you've got a great big wet patch like mine to match as well!" "I am? Me bulge? All wet!" confused, flattered beyond measure Martin fairly glowed with pride. "Really a big boy?" "I should say so, it'll be a lucky girl that gets that!" Mr Maxwell swallowed as he stared at the translucent cotton, the purple head of Martin's erection plainly visible. "D'you know I reckon you cocks nearly as big as mine, what d'you think?" "D'you really think it is?" surprisingly unembarrassed, incredibly flattered, Martin looked down to inspect his wares through the lewdly tenting wet briefs. "Honest?" "It's hard to say as you've still got your pants on!" replied Mr Maxwell squeezing his legs together hoping to slow further penile leakage. Just like Martin, he was equally over stimulated and failing to stop further precum overflowing from his foreskin. "There!" Without warning Martin suddenly pulled his briefs down past his knees and earnestly looked back and forth between himself and Mr Maxwell rather like two five year olds in the school playground. "Shit!" Mr Maxwell swallowed hard, it wasn't the only thing he wanted swallow. "Wot d'you think then, who's got the biggest?" "I think it's a lovely big cock." Mr Maxwell staring longingly down. Devious as ever he had yet another ploy in mind. "Not quite sure about the length though, because you haven't got a foreskin like I have." "Oh well, uumm, if you pulled yer's right back, then we'd be able to see, wouldn't us?" said Martin looking down, totally carried along by the speed of the seduction. "Of course," Mr Maxwell smiled, "maybe uumm... unless you'd like to do it? Oh no, you'd better not I suppose really." "Oh me! I, uumm... I dunno.. I ain't sure, I could.. well I `spose I could.. you won't say nothing will you?" Martin paused, the sensible half of this brain thinking that maybe it wasn't right he should do that. Or, following on, if it wasn't right then why had he gone so far as so willingly exposing himself already! All that aside, it was one hell of a temptation. "I know what we can do and it'll be.. uumm.. maybe fair," said Mr Maxwell quickly sensing his dream could soon be evaporating if Martin decided against, "why don't we just hold each others, then we can easily feel if one's bigger or not!" It was of course, an absolutely ludicrous suggestion, but one that Martin in his thoroughly befuddled state seized upon as being perfectly acceptable, especially with the bonus of Mr Maxwell getting to hold his cock which was now twitching expectantly. "Bloody hell! Don't rip it off!" Mr Maxwell winced as Martin instantly lunged forward to very firmly grab hold of the foreskin and wrench it back over the shaft, immediately showering everything with precum. Martin though was neither listening nor concentrating, with the slippery organ in his grasp his only thought was to start masturbating and let it ejaculate all over his hand. If though he had been listening, he would have heard Mr Maxwell announce that he was going to reciprocate and start on his own cock, instead he merely looked surprised when the hand wrapped itself around the slimy shaft. "Lovely. Oh god!" Murmured Mr Maxwell to himself, running his fingers up and down to coat them with Martin's ample precum as lubricant. His grip slowly tightened to the point where he too effectively began to masturbate Martin, who having been on the cusp of ejaculation for some time violently shuddered, his cock virtually exploding with a fountain of semen. Intense wasn't the word for his resulting orgasm, such was the power of it that he wobbled precariously and had to be supported by a truly ecstatic Mr Maxwell whilst his cock continued to jump around squirting semen over everything in sight. Opening his eyes he found himself sat on a chair, his cock still apparently very much a source of exquisite pleasure, glancing down to see his jeans and briefs around his ankles he soon realised why. Mr Maxwell's eye's swivelled upwards, his head buried between Martin's legs having swallowed the entire length of adolescence pleasure. Slowly he allowed it to escape from his mouth to descend now partly flaccid, over Martin's matted pubic hair, wiping the semen from his mouth with the back of his hand he fixed Martin's gaze. "I was just cleaning you up a little! I hope you don't mind." "No.. no.." gasped Martin. Cleaning up had never felt anything like this before. It was time for the really big question. "Martin, I want now be honest," Mr Maxwell smiled encouragingly, pushing his mop of blond hair from his eyes he continued to look up from between Martin's legs. "I really hope you've enjoyed yourself today, so do you think you will really come back to finish the work? I mean really come back, I can't do next Saturday, but will be about the one after." "Wot me?" Martin took a deep breath never for a moment imaging that his modest sexual performance would warrant a request for return visit. "Well yes, who else is there? I only know one Martin!" Mr Maxwell smiled again. "I think we got on rather well don't you? And, there are still all those magazines to sort out aren't there?" "You really want me back, honest?" "Honestly. Yes, I'd really like to see you again." Mr Maxwell smiled, thinking to himself he'd certainly like to see a lot of Martin and not just metaphorically either. "Oh... uumm.. OK." Martin quite unused to being propositioned wasn't sure how to reply, although by now he did think Mr Maxwell seemed very likeable and quite trustworthy. The fact he would then have unfettered access to reams of pornographic material obviously had no bearing on the matter, nor that he had enjoyed his foray into adult style sex. "I'll totally understand if don't want too." he looked at him hopefully. "Alright. I'll do it." said Martin suddenly grinning from ear to ear. "But we daren't not tell nobody, will we? I means.. uumm, well I won't even tell me brother." "Oh, your brother?" the ears pricked up. "Surely he's not as bad as you are is he?" "Sort of," Martin still flushed, managed a grin, "well he is a bit of a wanker!" "Is he indeed." he smiled. "So how old is he then?" "Nearly twenty one." "Oh, is he, oh right." his eyes lit up. "Does he look like you?" "Yeah, sort of and it's not long till his birthday now." blathered Martin "Right. Well anyway that's agreed, it's two weeks time for the naughty books then!" He offered his hand, albeit still somewhat clammy from Martin's discharge. Andy was doing a novel variation on some keep fit press-ups. Actually he was standing behind the car which faced downhill. His arms outstretched leaning on the boot and watching to see if anybody was going to venture up the grassy slope. The faux press-up factor only really occurred when Adam rammed his cock hard up Andy's bottom to force him down onto the boot lid. "You sure you want me to cum in you?" grunted Adam into Andy's ear. "Yeah, yeah." "But, wot about the mess? You was in a right state when we done it before." "Sod the mess, I loved it all running down me legs!" "You sure, wot about yer clothes?" reiterated Adam. "I'm getting bloody close." "Who cares, I loves it when everything's all spunky!" "Oh fuck... well don't say I didn't tell you." "Just bloody hurry up before somebody finds us doing it!" "I'm cumming.. ooh.. fuck!" exclaimed Adam all of twenty seconds or two thrusts later, throwing all his weight on top of Andy to flatten him against the boot lid as his cock jerked a few inches inside. Both were pretty exhausted after the emotional build up and their combined physical efforts. For several seconds they remained joined together in their coupling with Adam being the first to recover, blinking in the sunlight he immediately looked around to see if they were still alone, luckily it seemed they still were. "Ooh fuck that was good!" said Adam slowly pulling away from allowing his cock to slip from Andy's bottom with a very satisfying plop. "I love it when you do that, it feels like it's still in there." replied Andy reaching around and feeling his bottom just to check that the phantom cock still felt as though it were inserted. "Don't feel quite the same with a carrot!" "Thought you'd have gone up to a cucumber by now!" said Adam laughing. "Nah, thought I'd stay with something more your size!" "Yer only jealous!" "Have a look, am I leaking yet?" "Just a dribble, there'll be more!" Adam bent over and peered at the still gaping hole. "Hey look, seen that mess you've made over the car!" "Oh yeah, bloody hell!" Andy turned to look. "D'you think it'll take the paint off!" "Dunno, could do." Adam inspected the various streaks of semen that had run down the boot lid. "Does cum take paint off?" "Dunno, anyway fuck the paint! Listen, I wanna ask you a question." Andy turned slowly to face him. "See I gotta thing about something and I wondered, well I wondered if you got, uumm.. as well.. uumm.." "I got wot?" "It's sorta embarrassing innit, but I got a bit of a thing about it and.." "Is it? So wot is?" Adam looked intrigued. "So, wot is it that's embarrassing?" "Well," Andy flushed, "it's me innit, I likes having a clean bum, so you ain't got shit on yer cock have you?" "I dunno, I ain't really looked!" Adam grinned and peered at his cock, still very much erect. With his jeans down around his knees he fumbled about to pull a very heavily stained handkerchief out from his pocket. "There, I'll wipe it for you and see." "You ain't wiping yer cock with that filthy thing are you?" Andy pulled a face. "You'll catch something off it!" "Fuck off! It's alright, it's only got dried snot and some gert splurges of spunk on it!" "Would you blow yer hooter in it then?" "Oh, piss off!" Adam started to laugh. "Nah, it's just for wanking in school innit!" Andy was having great difficulty in resisting an incredible urge to grab Adam and smother him with kisses, as much as he wanted to do it he was afraid Adam might be overwhelmed, instead he moved next to him as he began to examine his cock. "Right, lets see how clean yer bumhole was then now I've wiped me cock on me hanky!" "Oh, don't say it like that!" exclaimed Andy blushing. "It's embarrassing innit, this?" Andy wasn't exactly shocked, more that he had just realised such unappealing intimate details were now part of his new world and the rich tapestry of being homosexual, it was something else he would have to live with. In total contrast, being so fastidious about anal cleanliness it was the absolute opposite to the immense thrill he derived of walking around knowing his underpants were thoroughly soaked semen that had just dribbled out from inside him "There was a boy at me last school who always wanted to suck it clean after he'd been fucked with it!" said Adam in a rather matter of fact way as he toyed with the foreskin. "Maybe you ain't thought of doing that?" "No, no I ain't, not sure I would." replied Andy, the thought never having occurred to him. "Why, you ever done it?" "Oh yeah." Adam grinned. "It's alright if it's a clean bumhole!" "Oh." Andy wondered if there was anything Adam hadn't done. "First time though, it's better to suck one without a foreskin `cause you dunno wot sort of things get hidden inside it!" Adam giggled and nudged Andy. "Could be some gert bits of cheese or wotever's been living up yer bum!" "Oh fuck that!" said Andy in disgust, it was yet another vital piece of homosexual etiquette to remember and probably as an action, best avoid. "Now then, let's see wot's hiding inside mine then!" said Adam grinning. With the handkerchief at the ready he pulled his foreskin back examine the slimy head that shone in the light. "Ooh look, there's a little bit, but that ain't nothing compared to what some of them dirty bums at me boarding school was like!" Whilst Adam easily accepted the situation and found it very amusing, Andy winced. It was all just too graphic and epitomised one of the worst aspects of homosexual life that he found so off-putting. The warm cosy world of post ejaculation had been inadvertently dispelled by Adam's blunt observation, leaving Andy needing to do something to lift his confused and sagging spirits. Without warning he suddenly grabbed Adam to pull him close and began repeatedly kissing him full on. Saliva ran from the corners of their mouths, Adam forced his tongue into Andy's mouth causing them to clutch each other even tighter, jeans around their ankles they pushed their sticky bodies together, Andy's hands probing their way between Adam's buttocks. "That's lucky, you've only just missed that rain." called out Hugh from living room having seen Martin return, albeit desperately hoping to slip in the house unseen. "Yeah, the sky was black on the way home, it's pouring down now." "So, how was work then?" "Well, uumm.. fine.." "Were you worked hard then?" Hugh appeared in the hallway. "Hard... hard... oh, oh yeah.. uumm.. moving things.. that sorta thing.. yeah." Neither untruths nor prevarication weren't one of Martin's more convincing traits. Even just the innocent use of the word hard, had given him an embarrassed, not to say guilty look. "I meant to tell you, I heard something about that newsagent the other day from somebody at work who lives near it." "Wot! You did?" Martin looked even more guilty, something noticed by Hugh. "Yes, seems the chap who runs it now has taken it over from his father and spent some money on refitting the place to make it more attractive to customers, maybe I should pop in one day and have a look." "Oh yeah.. there's new shelves and that stuff. " Martin breathed a sigh of relief. "I expect the money these days is in selling magazines and so I'd guess he stocks a large selection?" said Hugh disarmingly. "Maybe even a few of the ones your mother is most concerned about!" Martin's reaction was to turn bright red. The fact that secreted in the saddlebag of his bike was a copy of the previous months issue of Knave which had been given to him by Mr Maxwell had absolutely no bearing on the subject. "Martin whatever you do, just don't look like that if mum asks or she'll guess," he smiled, "try to be non-committal and you'll get away with it!" "I think he does have a few." blurted Martin looking at the floor. "A few! Probably more than that, seems these days just about every shop in the world now has what they call a top shelf." said Hugh. "Now where's that brother of your's got too, it'll be time for a snack in a minute." "I really don't know." Martin looked out the window at the rain pouring down and couldn't help thinking of the semen cascading from Mr Maxwells cock. They didn't have long to wait to find out, as a couple of minutes later Andy appeared looking very wet and bedraggled. The storm had hit the south first, which meant while he was still locked onto Adam they were both drenched by the sudden downpour. At least it now gave him the excuse to change from his clothes, which were not only soaking wet with rain, but also from Adam's semen which seemed to be continually escaping from his bottom. Making his excuses he disappeared up to the safety of his bedroom to change and equally importantly see what was in the bathroom medical cabinet. Something was definitely needed to assuage his tender cock which having suffered the slings and friction burns of outrageous masturbation! ========================================= Chapter 43 – to follow