Date: Wed, 07 Dec 2016 09:30:23 +0000 From: tom Subject: Lab Technician Chapter 55 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 55 – Six week's worth of detentions As previously agreed, the WIMP club had reconvened that lunch hour in the same toilet where Mark and Geoff had caught Alfie and his friends. Despite any fears of being caught, it was thought to be the safest place provided that somebody kept a lookout for any unwanted visitors whilst the exchange of underwear took place. Ollie though, deemed the whole episode fraught with danger with a high possibility of being apprehended by a master whilst in a state of penis flagrante delicto. Surely he reasoned to himself, it would be far safer to hold the meeting in the safety of somebody's house, that was of course provided it wasn't his own house! Neither was his nervous state exactly reassured by Mark's unending stream of jokes about having to explain the attraction of wearing somebody else's semen soaked underwear to the humourless headmaster. "So shall we just swop our pants back quick then?" asked Ollie having taken the lead, thinking that the least time spent partially undressed prancing around in the smelly toilet the better. "Geoff, can you keep a look out?" "Yeah, carry on, you'd swopped with Mark ain't you?" said Geoff, leaning by the doorway, his hand wrestling the slimy mess that were Steve's briefs through his non-existent trouser pocket. "Hey Mark, it was a gert mistake cumming in that last lesson, I'm in a right fucking mess and I only got one trouser pocket left now!" "Well it don't make no difference if yer all spunky `cause we've all gotta cum in 'em anyway, it's why we're in the WIMP club in the fucking first place, innit?" said Mark, excitedly waiting to watch Ollie undress. "I ain't sure if I can cum again right now anyway, see me cocks had a bit of a hammering since yesterday." admitted Geoff grinning. "It feels fucking knackered, still I think if it has a rest over dinner it might be alright for a quickie later on." "Well, I `spose we can let him off this once." Steve looked at Mark and Ollie. "You two's alright then, you ain't totally wanked yerselves silly like wot he has then?" "`course not! I'm already fucking hard!" Mark pushed his fly towards Steve to make the point. "Ollie's pants is gonna get another gert load before he has 'em back!" "Wot.. we, we gotta cum in `em, in this dirty bog.. like now?" said Ollie in dismay. "Course, it's why we're bloody yer innit!" Mark was already starting to rub himself. Ollie went pale, reverting to his former shy mode at the thought of masturbating in front of others, somehow doing it on the bus earlier with Steve was different. "Oh now, hey just hang on, `cause I gotta another gert good idea." said Mark. "Why don't us all swop once more before we gets our own pants back?" "Wot's mean?" Geoff was already smiling in anticipation of something distasteful. "Well see, like you swops with Ollie, so then you gets to wear me blue pants and he gets to wear his mate Steve's," Mark was still working out the permutations, "yeah that's right innit? Then I gets to wear yer Aertex things and Steve get's his mate Ollie's which I got on now. That's right innit?" "Yeah, I think so, that's sounds good, but," Steve grinned, "but `spose we wanks in 'em just before we swops. Now, that'll be proper WIMP club rules stuff won't it?" "Wot! Yeah! Of course, I forgot that rule." confirmed Geoff winking at Mark. "Fucking brilliant, so we swops when they's had another gert load of spunk in 'em?" "Yeah. And, then you gotta wear 'em until we gives 'em back tomorrow, right? So you can't taken 'em off at all, you gotta sleep in 'em as well." said Steve. "Cor, they'll be stinking by then!" said Geoff quite obviously excited at the prospect. "Thing is after we done all wanking and swopping I just gotta mend me trousers!" said Mark. "The fucking seams split up the back and if I remembers right, Ollie ain't you gotta safety pin? You was joking about sticking it in Steve the other day?" "Oh, yeah, yer it is." Ollie turned the lapel of his blazer over. "Mum says everybody should always carry a safety pin for emergencies." "Good for her, `cause this is a right fucking gert emergency!" said Mark. "So that's why you's walking round sideways like a fucking gert crab with yer bum facing the wall then?" asked Steve laughing. "Fucking piss off!" "Right then," said Geoff standing by the door, "since I cum already you three had better get yer trousers down and start wanking, don't forget you gotta cum in yer pants... you never know if I gets over excited I might even try again as well!" It has to be said that despite Ollie's initial reluctance to expose himself, he quickly relaxed and joined in, following Mark to be the second to ejaculate. "Now then," said Geoff having thought up a good excuse to get them handling each other, "Steve's well on his way by the look on his face, so you two rub the front of each others pants and make sure everything's all slimy ready to swop like." "Oh good." said Mark smiling to himself and certainly no stranger to feeling Geoff's organ. "Come on Ollie, rub me pants then." Very hesitantly Ollie put the palm of hand over the bulge in Mark's briefs and pressed firmly, Mark eagerly pushed himself into the hand and simultaneously reached out to squeeze Ollie's cock in return. "Oh fucking hell!" groaned Steve, who was leaning against the wall with his hand seemingly a blur inside the Aertex briefs. "That's three times today already." "Only three?" asked Mark, his attention being rapidly diverted to the sight of Steve's discharge seeping through the extremely porous mesh to hang precariously as though about to fall onto his trousers beneath. "Oh piss off! Yeah look, when I woke up, on the bus with Ollie and.." he flushed at the admission, "and, now." "Ollie, you been wanking on the bus!" exclaimed Mark in surprise. "Bloody hell, how long you been doing that?" "Only started today," he blushed and looked at Steve, "but we's gonna do it a lot now, ain't we?" "Hhmm." Steve nodded in agreement and continued to lick the spunk off his fingers. "D'you think he's alright?" "I dunno, I `spose so, but he looked a bit wobbly when he went out." "We that's `cause you'd just filled little Jule's pants with cum and rubbed the poor sods cock till it fucking glowed bright red!" "Fun though wunnit?" "Definitely." Martin glanced at his watch. "So wot we gonna do now, we still got a few minutes before lessons." "I `spose I could finish me history homework," Adam looking Martin, "but I can't really be bloody bothered so... uumm... well.." "Well one thing we gotta do is listen out for the bloody bell, `cause you can't always hear in this bog." said Martin, who was basically playing for time and hoping Adam would make a suitably lewd suggestion as his hardening erection confirmed. "So.. uumm.. well wot shall us do then... something.. uumm.." "Well uumm, yeah we could, so wot you got in mind?" Adam grinned, guessing something was required, but leaving up to Martin to take the lead for a change "Uumm... you know you pushed yer finger up Jules," Martin flushed, "well.. well.. would you.. y'know.. uumm..." "Yer fucking disgusting!" Adam laughed, immediately knowing what Martin wanted. "Happily! Ain't been washed since though... it'll add something to it!" f "Wot...d'you mean from Jules' bum?" Martin looked worried. "It ain't got shit on it?" "Don't think so, but I'll wash it after you anyway!" replied Adam casually looking at finger. "Lucky I don't bite me nails innit! So where we going, in a cubicle?" Martin nodded excitedly, then added quietly having realised he wasn't entirely prepared for such an event. "I hope I'm... umm.. you knows.. clean." "I couldn't give a fucking monkeys about that!" Adam was already reliving several exploits from his previous school and knew exactly what he wanted. "Now listen, if I sits on the bog and you stands in front then I can suck yer cock and poke yer hole at the same time." Martin nodded, this was new and with the added thrill of being caught, his eyes were now as big as the proverbial school dinner plates. "So you just gotta drop yer trousers, `cause I wants to do it all while yer still wearing yer pants." said Adam leading the way into a cubicle. "Now fucking get in yer quick and close the door behind you before we runs outta time!" Seconds later Martin found himself with his legs splayed apart and having to support himself by bracing his arms against the door frame as Adam eagerly began to devour his erection poking out from the side of his briefs. "Oh shit.. oh... oohhh!" Martin's voice went up in relation to the intensity of Adam's tongue technique which severely lambasting the head of his cock, having only ejaculated minutes before it was still extremely sensitive to the touch. "Fucking delicious!" exclaimed Adam allowing it to slide slowly from his lips and looking up at Martin. "There ain't nothing so tasty as a gert hot and sticky cock that's just cum and been kept in yer pants for a bit!" "Oh fuck.. oh uumm.. right." it was all Martin could reply. The head of his cock felt on fire, tingling, the intensity of which he could only equate to the very first time he had ejaculated and frightened himself with the new sensations. "Well that's cleaned that up, pity I ain't got time to lick yer pubes as well!" "You'd lick me pubes!" Martin gulped, it was obvious that Adam was more than a little aroused after attending so ably to Julian. Without replying Adam leant forward and again took the glistening shaft between his lips, only this time the entire length disappeared into his mouth as Martin looked on in amazement. Impervious to how distasteful it may have looked, Adam buried his face deep in the stained fly sniffing and slurping whilst his right hand forcing it's way between Martin's legs and upwards through the drooping ribbed cotton to vanish out of sight. Excited as he was, Martin wasn't really prepared for Adam's very assertive anal invasion since his sphincter was not exactly relaxed allowing an easy entry. "Fucking hell!" Martin literally jumped in the air as the Adam's digit made it's presence really felt. Gently fingering himself was one thing, but for Adam to make his forceful entry and immediately follow it up with some precision, if somewhat emphatic prostate massage which was as unexpected as it was effective. "Oh, oh fuck!" gasped Martin, his vocabulary having been considerably truncated by Adam's shock tactics. "Oh fuck.. fuck.. wot you doing? I feel like I might cum again!" Despite continuing to slobber over the front of Martin's briefs, Adam knew exactly what he was doing, he was expertly milking Martin's prostate and quite determined to coax more semen from it. "Wot you doing I ain't never cum twice this quick before!" gabbled Martin, his legs feeling decidedly wobbly. Unable to see what exactly was happening to him, the view of his cock obscured by the top of Adam's head which continued to bob around being still very much attached to his aching cock. Possibly, concluded Adam to himself, as time was short it might be advisable to use a second finger in order to achieve his objective. "Fucking hell wot was that?" exclaimed Martin as the second digit made a successful if unannounced debut. "Gawd.. go easy... feels like me bums gonna split!" "Nah, it's just two fingers innit!" Adam looked up grinning, saliva running down his chin, his two fingers inside pounding the prostate. "You gonna cum for me then?" "Oh ... oh bloody hell.. have I got any fucking choice!" "Not really." Martin really wasn't in a fit state to disagree with anything, the feelings generated by Adam's two finger exercise were approaching a climax and in desperation he reached down to continue masturbating since Adam had momentarily stopped sucking. "Bloody leave it alone I wanna finish it off!" Adam roughly pushed Martin's hand out of the way and grabbed at the quivering shaft. "Oh god... oh fuck.. oh fuck, wot's you doing to me! I'm gonna cum again.. now!" It was as much as Martin could utter before he trembled violently, some watery sperm dribbled from the reddened end of his thrusting cock into Adam's hand. At which point his left leg buckled and he collapsed against the door frame with the majority of his weight being taken by the two fingers inserted in his bottom. Understandably, other than some very heavy breathing all was quiet for a several seconds, Adam drew breath with Martin looking glazed and distinctly the worse for wear. After slowly withdrawing his two fingers and inspecting them, Adam managed to stand up and looked down at his grey trousers, the front of which were not only bulging obscenely but displaying the mandatory a growing wet patch. "You just made me cum in me trousers." "Wot me?" "Yeah, you! Now d'you know wot I really fucking wants." whispered Adam, standing directly in front of Martin. His hand slowly unzipped his fly allowing his erection, which had long escaped from the side of his briefs to spring into view, the sperm glinted in the light, the piss slit still oozing. "Wot?" grunted Martin only half taking in what was happening as Adam's trousers fell down to the floor. "I wants you!" With that Adam flung an arm around him pulling them tightly together and kissed Martin fully on the lips. His free hand squeezed their two slimy cocks together ensuring that Martin's initial resistance and muffled objections to being kissed by another boy soon faded. Adam was certainly proving that his tongue was equally adept at performing at an oral level as it was fellatio. Finally on breaking off the clinch, Martin just looked at Adam for several moments and then without warning grabbed him and forced his tongue into the waiting mouth. "Oh fuck, wot have I done?" gasped Martin shocked at himself. "You done wot you wanted too, don't be fucking ashamed `cause we both wanted it, didn't we?" replied Adam quietly on being released. "I `spose." mumbled Martin, somewhat bewildered by his own actions. "Look, I know we both just cum again," Adam was trying to make eye contact, "but since we're both yer all covered in spunk, can I.. well can I just poke up a bit?" "Poke it up? Wot! In here? Now? Like this?" exclaimed Martin, taken aback at the suggestion and finally adding. "You mean poke it up me bum?" Adam nodded and stroked his cock, "You don't need to pull yer pants down, put one leg up on the bog seat and I'll slip it in, I've already loosened up yer hole ain't I?" Martin gulped, lost for words, as if kissing wasn't enough. Now it was looking like a fantasy he had enacted in bed several times with the help of the occasional finger or two doubling as Adam was about to be enacted for real. "Go on, me cocks all slippery, promise it won't hurt... just see if you likes it, I'll bet you've thought about it ain't you?" continued Adam. "Just to see if you likes it a bit." "Uumm... might have I `spose." Martin flushed, there was no might about his nocturnal fantasies. "We gotta do it with yer pants on `cause that's part of the fun." In the confined space of the cubicle Martin turned to face the toilet and nervously lifted one foot onto the toilet seat. "Adam, it won't hurt will it?" "Shouldn't think so, I'll give a quick poke about with me finger before I does it." Adam excitedly ran his finger through the spunk that adorned his erection and was seriously wondering whether he could manage to ejaculate yet again, to make it a hat-trick all in less than half an hour! The second bout of fingering soon had Martin rubbing himself through his soggy briefs in accompaniment to the familiar sounds that only a well lubricated digit in compliant anal passage could make. "Ready," said Adam withdrawing his finger and wiping it on the seat of Martin's briefs, "here we go... pull yer cheeks apart a bit if you can." "Oh my god!" Martin, reached behind and braced himself for the unknown. Adam was already looking between his very overwrought cock and the glorious sight of Martin's buttocks pulled apart, framed by the over-stretched briefs being stretched even further. It was something he had wanted to see from when they had first met, a hairless, perfectly formed ring with just a trace of the semen he had used for lubricant was weeping from the puckered hole. "God? He won't bloody help you now!" muttered Adam to himself. Pulling his foreskin back he lined the head of his cock up with the target and lunged forwards hoping his skilful fingering had relaxed Martin's sphincter sufficiently to take delivery of his rampant organ without causing undue pain. Martin was surprised, very pleasantly surprised. The sensation derived from Adam's cock forging it's way up his anal tract was not as he had dreaded, that of being split asunder by a hard object. It felt more as though he was being invaded by something firm, yet soft and with a markedly hot feel to it, he wanted more and slowly forced himself back onto Adam until he had taken almost the entire length. In reality they both knew there was little chance that either of them could possibly ejaculate again and instead settled into a most enjoyable, if slurpy sounding rhythm. Martin though was subconsciously trying to convince himself that the act he was currently engaged in and thoroughly enjoying, was not in any way remotely connected with anything of a homosexuality nature. Adam on the other hand was delighted that he had finally, unequivocally seduced both brothers and taken their anal virginity, if he assumed correctly Martin would now be only too keen to repeat the experience. However, the other thought running through his mind was could he possibly persuade both brothers to join him in some form of debauched mutual encounter? The answer was of course to play on Andy's infatuation with him and hope he could be persuaded to drive them off somewhere for say, a camping weekend. Maybe he would mention it to Martin when normality had returned. "Fucking assholes!" exclaimed Martin breaking Adam's train of lewd thought. "Wot! Wot is it?" "It's fucking halfway through the first lesson. Fuck! We've missed the fucking bell!" Martin made to dismount the toilet and in moving allowed Adam's slimy cock to slip from his hole which conveniently wiped itself on his briefs as it passed through. "Oh fuck.. when! Wot lesson?" Adam went pale. "It wasn't fucking maths was it?" "Uumm... oh fuck.. I dunno! No, it's fucking geography innit, maths is after innit?" Martin wasn't really thinking, he had more immediate concerns and it wasn't just that his bottom continued to feel decidedly strange and very empty. More, his prime concern was that now the sexual act was over, just how could he get his incredibly over-stimulated cock to stay in the absolutely shapeless, soggy underpants and hide the unmistakable array of semen stains on his trousers. Such problems might have sounded minor, but with his erection so blatantly obvious and showing no signs of subsiding, the situation was made a thousand times worse since every movement allowed his cock to escape and rub on the inside his trousers. If Martin thought he had trouble it didn't quite compare to Adam's predicament, who had exactly the same trouser problems, except those problems were magnified several times by his overall appearance. The addition of a most generous splattering of spunk from Martin's first ejaculation had caught Adam's school tie, shirt and lapel of his blazer which had been endowed with a truly magnificent globule of semen. Not really aware of how awful they looked or smelt, the two boys scrabbled to get dressed. Finally, on making very slow and painfully jerky progress from the toilet to the corridor, they stopped having not having worked out what to do next, nor where to do it when they had worked it out. "Where we gonna go then till the next lesson starts?" "Fuck, I dunno! But, I do knows you got a fucking gert big load of spunk all over yer blazer!" observed Martin, although under the circumstances it probably wasn't the most tactful thing to say. "Can't you wipe it off a bit, `cause I can fucking smell it from here!" "Wot, how? Oh fuck, well it's yer fucking spunk innit!" replied Adam tetchily. "You wanna look at yer own fucking trousers, they're all covered in cum and you's still got a bleeding gert hard-on!" "Sorry.. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!" Martin looked down and sighed. "I just don't know wot we can fucking do, we looks a right fucking mess don't we?" "Well I reckons we gotta find some place to fucking hide till the change of lessons, then we goes to maths like nothing's happened." "Right. Well lets get in that bog near the maths room and wait for bell then." It was a slow and very painful journey. Creeping down the corridors, having to occasionally pause to console their unrelenting erections which felt as though they were being rubbed raw on the inside seams of their trousers, they continued praying they wouldn't be apprehended. All went well until they were within less than twenty yards of the toilet, when on rounded the last corner they came face to face with their house master Mr Hayes, the look of horror on their faces proclaimed guilt in letters several feet high. "Lewis, Williams where are you two going? Or should I say, where have you been for this lesson?" "Uumm.." Martin looked at Adam. Adam looked extremely guilty. Martin, who had never before had cause to even been told off at school found his legs wobbling once again. "You both look awful, your uniforms are a total mess! What the hell have you been doing? Aren't you meant to be having geography with Mr Lindley?" Mr Hayes looked them up and down with an air of incredulity, desperately not wanting to believe what he thought he was seeing and smelling. However, when it came to the lapels of Adam's blazer and Martin's bulging, semen streaked trousers he knew he had to believe what he saw. For him the real question was how to impart discipline without resorting to involving the powers of higher authority and all that went with it for what simply looked liked mutual masturbation, by no means a first at an all-boys school. "We.. uumm.. we... well... oh..." Adam's mouth went dry, he too had inadvertently glanced down to see exactly what Mr Hayes had seen. "..." Staring at the floor, Martin opened his mouth, nothing came out. Well aware that he was virtually purple with embarrassment and his nostrils filled with the aroma of his own semen it seemed a fair guess that matters were not going too well. "Do I really need to guess what you two have been doing?" "..." "No, I don't think I do and actually I'm not interested in trying." Adam gulped, what was to follow? "However, what I am interested in and have been very disappointed to see, is the fact you two have actually missed a lesson to partake of..." he looked at Martin, who wished he could disappear into a hole in the ground, "well, whatever it is you have been doing.. and presumably somewhere on school property." "... uumm.." managed Adam looking for an even bigger hole in the ground. "So, I'll give you the choice." "The.. the.. choice?" repeated Martin fearing the headmasters fabled study. "Yes, the choice." Mr Hayes looked between them, it seemed he had struck the right disciplinarian balance and with luck could conclude the matter then and there. "You either go and see Mr Jackson the deputy head to explain exactly what you were doing to miss your lesson or you can accept a punishment from me here and now." Martin winced at the thought of explaining matters to Mr Jackson, let alone his parents should they ever hear of it. As Martin knew Mr Jackson was most definitely a deputy head of the old order and as rumour had it, was even in possession of his very own a cat `o nine tails! "We'll take what you give us Sir." mumbled Martin looking at Adam. "Won't we Adam?" "I uumm.. I `spose so." Adam nodded. "Yes Sir." "Right then, for the next six weeks you will attend the Thursday detention classes. After lessons have finished this afternoon you will both go and see Mr Lindley to apologise for missing his class, meantime I will arrange for him to give you extra homework." "But.. Sir... six weeks of detentions?" queried Adam, being relatively new to the school and unaware of Mr Jackson's fearsome reputation. "Lewis, will you show him the way to Mr Jackson's office or shall I?" "No.. no.. Sir.. we'll, we'll take the detentions!" gasped Martin looking horrified and kicking Adam on the shin. "Good. And, don't forget to see Mr Lindley." Mr Hayes turned walk off, justice had been dispensed and the matter closed. "Now go and tidy up, you've got ten minutes before the bell." "No need to break me fucking ankle," hissed Adam, "I was only fucking asking!" "See, you don't know but from wot I've heard that fucking Jackson's `orrible, first thing he does is beat the fuck outta you with a gert cane, then he writes to yer parents so you got them fucking banging on about it on for ever as well!" "Well I didn't bloody know that did I?" Adam slowly smiled. "Now come on, fucking cheer up `cause it's only a few detentions innit? And, the good thing is its finally made me cock go down!" "Oh... oh yeah.. and me." said Martin feeling his trousers. "Cor, that's betterer innit, it was really fucking aching!" "Just `cause it's down now, it can't stay down though can it?" said Adam. "`cause next time it's yer turn to stuff it up me." At first Martin smiled, then a few moments later looked rather pensive, the age old adolescent question had arisen once more. "Adam, you don't think I'm going a bit sorta.. well you knows, a bit sorta uumm.. well queer like?" "Does it matter if you does? Well I means, a quickie won't hurt if you likes it will it? Look, some of the older boys at me other school did things with girls, but they still wanted to have me round the back of the bike sheds as well, d'you see? In fact one of `em said me bum was better than a fanny, but it was a pity I didn't have any tits!" ################################ Chapter 56 to follow