Date: Thu, 04 May 2017 19:47:32 +0100 From: tom Subject: Lab Technician chapter 64 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 64 – Sexual detritus "You ready for this then?" Martin watched Adam slowly park his bike by kerb. "Yeah, bloody right I am, why you ain't nervous is you?" "Bit. Well if I'm honest, more than a bloody bit!" "Don't worry, I'll bet he's bit nervous as well wot with us being under age and all that stuff." "Oh!" Martin looked surprised. "Damn, I forgotten that, but we can't be done or nothing as well, I mean if we was could with him?" "Nah, it's only him innit, he'd be the one that was guilty for getting us to do things." "I `spose yer right." "Anyway, enough of that." said Adam. "I've had a hard time leaving it alone since last night, can't remember the last time I didn't do it when I woke up." "You as well?" Martin momentarily flushed, some things were still embarrassing to admit. He looked down at his watch. "It's getting on for half ten shall we go then?" "Yeah, but look," Adam grinned, "I even gotta vest on, see `cause some blokes just can't resist a boy in white undies, they just wants undress 'em!" "Bloody hell, you knows all the tricks." Martin laughed. "Yeah some, well ready? Shall us go then?" "Just hang on a sec, `cause seriously like, how far, I mean, well wot we gonna let him do to us.. `cause I don't want him trying to fuck me or nothing or.. well you knows wot I'm trying to say and, and..." babbled Martin before stuttering to a stop. "Yer right, well I `spose we ought to think about it." replied Adam, pushing on what was obviously an erection through his jeans. "Well, he could undress us and uumm, I `spose we lets him sorta wank us and uumm.. maybe he could put a finger up?" Being somewhat apprehensive with the involvement of Mr Maxwell and what he might want from them, Martin had been giving the matter some thought. Certainly there were aspects he thought undesirable, especially those with a homosexual connotation, not that they would bother Adam in the slightest. "Oh yeah, that's alright, but we ain't gonna let him try and fuck us is we?" reiterated Martin, hoping he wouldn't offend Adam by adding. "I mean, I, I ain't queer." "No you ain't, but I am!" replied Adam with a wry smile. "Look, we could fuck him though couldn't we? That'll be alright with you wunnit... up him one after the other!" "And, and we'd cum up his bum?" added Martin plainly aroused at the thought, although not seeing the irony of Adam's suggestion in relation to his own aversion and the continuing stigma of homosexual acts! "Oh yeah that'll be fun, but Mart, before we goes there's one bit of this I don't get," said Adam, "how's we gonna do all this if the bloody shop's open for customers?" Unbeknown to the boys, Mr Maxwell was as excited as they were. In his more lucid moments, when not fantasising about them or in the stockroom masturbating over the many piles of pornographic magazines, he had already solved that particular problem. The answer was very easy and was something that he had successfully employed with the previous boy who had also returned to complete the work in order to receive payment. Innocently, during the preceding week a notice had been displayed informing customers that on the Saturday morning the shop would be closed for about an hour from eleven to allow for some urgent electrical work to be completed. On Adam's suggestion, the boys were purposely a few minutes late arriving, by which time Mr Maxwell was nervously pacing up and down behind the counter convincing himself that they would be there and not let him down. Telling himself that whilst he was always punctual, allowances must be made for boys and that they would doubtless soon arrive to allow him to complete his fantasy. "Sorry we're a bit late." Trying hard to look relaxed Martin, followed closely by a smiling Adam sauntered into the shop, both with hands in their pockets designed to heighten the effect of the erection they had given themselves before entering. Martin felt pretty secure when with Adam, there was no doubt that he certainly appeared to know every ploy specifically designed to ensnare the sexual predator, just as indeed Mr Maxwell was. "Oh, no, that's fine." Inadvertently pushing himself into the counter Mr Maxwell's gaze immediately gravitated towards their jeans to be rewarded by the obvious bulges. There was something about these two boys that really aroused him and he, just like they had saved himself from the pleasures of the self abuse for the last day. "So wot's we doing then?" asked Adam looking around, wondering exactly where it was the work, or at least euphemism for the noun, work, was to take place. "Oh I see.." said Martin pointing to the notice saying the shop would be temporarily closed that morning, "so is that when you's gonna come and help us then?" "Yes, it seemed, uumm.. like a good idea.. to give some time to, to.." Mr Maxwell gulped, these two were nowhere as naive as the other boys he had seduced, "to help you sorting out the special orders and, and I... well there's a new line." "Wot's a line?" asked Martin. "Something to do with fishing magazines or that?" Adam grinned. "Oh no, sort of a new range of stuff to sell." replied Mr Maxwell. "So wot's that exactly then?" Adam looked him inquisitively in the eye. "Oh.. you'll see." spluttered Mr Maxwell, flushed and thoroughly thrown by Adam's full on approach. "Well uumm.. come on then, in the back and start with the cigarettes and chocolate, Martin knows where and you can make a start before I.. before.. I come..." "Before, before you come?" interrupted Adam with perfect timing and an inflection that couldn't be mistaken, Martin coughed and looked away stifling his laughter. "Well, I meant.. before I come.. well, in to help you with the specials." now red in the face, it hadn't quite dawned on Mr Maxwell that he was the one now being seduced. "Martin, you take him in there and get started with the chocolates." "Come on then Adam, this way." said Martin heading for the stockroom door. "Uumm, ah, yes, well," mumbled Mr Maxwell still recovering from Adam's take over, "well, the quicker you finish that, the quicker we can start on the specials." Evident to most, though possibly not always to himself, Andy's interminable problems related to his sexuality. That, unfortunately coupled to the downside of youth being blessed with an overactive libido invariably conspired to him being testicularly fully charged. An instant release could generally obtained from masturbation, but that Saturday morning he wanted more than just to ejaculate, he wanted to partake of some act either with somebody or find some other tangible means of physical stimulation. Such strong feelings had been instigated for the most part, from his dream that comprised vivid images of schoolboys dressed in white gym kit, all naturally occupied in various acts of depravity and driven by his instruction as teacher. Such was the profundity of the dream that he awoke that morning with not only the ever present erection, but with his blue and green striped pyjamas firmly adhering to his stomach. Utterly embarrassed at the discovery of having had a monumental wet dream at his age, the staining on the bottom sheet offered irrefutable proof that indeed he had. Disguising the evidence from his mother was one thing, but satisfying his continuing lust quite another. Unaware of the true reason why his brother Martin was going out that morning and therefore having been deprived of an immediate sexual partner, it left Andy pondering the problem of how to attain gratification in solo mode. Being intrinsically shy and incapable of importuning on his own behalf he racked his brains over breakfast as to what he could do to obtain satisfaction. He had though, already made one decision and that was he was going to ejaculate at some stage in his underpants, so with that in mind had purposely worn an old pair Y-fronts. Then on finishing the second piece of toast his cock leapt upwards in a true eureka moment, just in fact as had Archimedes in his bath many years before. Offering a true hands on solution it harked back to when he first passed his driving test and used to regularly take solo trips around the countryside. Those drives involved doing something he would never admit too and had not done for some time, simply he was doing the rounds of secluded lay-bys looking for signs of illicit couplings and sexual detritus. It proved impossible to describe the thrill he derived from poking freshly used condoms with a stick and scouring the bushes for items of discarded clothing or tattered pornographic magazines. And, of course it was all part of the very same mindset that had been deployed when he was at school furtively looking through the clothes in the changing room for semen stains. Whether it was due to carrying out illicit act itself or the handling of another's deposits didn't matter since all such episodes invariably concluded with him ejaculating in his underpants, be that in the changing room or as latterly by the roadside. There were essentially four main areas to trawl around forming part of a ten mile circuit woven around the main roads just outside of the city. Two were typically wooded pull-ins on main roads as frequented by lorry drivers and sales reps who, as Andy had discovered quite early on would often bequeath a dog-eared pornographic magazine to the bushes. The other two sites were in essence short portions of original main roads that had been bypassed due to improvement works and had generally proved to be far more fruitful in terms of titillation and sexual spoils. As he had thought, it being Saturday the first couple of sites didn't provide anything of interest. They appeared to have been taken over by a convoy of caravanners en route to a rally somewhere on the coast, the very thought of which was anathema in itself. However, on reaching the first of the lay-bys proper and pulling off the main road Andy was delighted to see that there were no other cars around. Neither had the thick belt of trees which screened either side of the roadway been trimmed back as it had on the main carriageway itself, although the old road surface itself was now degrading. Since there was no through traffic it didn't really matter which side he parked on and opted to pull up so as to open the door directly onto the unkempt grass verge at a spot he had stopped at several times before. From there a well worn pathway disappeared back into the wooded area beyond, to a small clearing where he fondly imagined that many a cock had shot it's load. In the past it had also certainly seen his own modest organ spew it's load of spunk over the foliage whilst he ogled a hastily amassed selection of used condoms garnered from around him. That aspect certainly hadn't changed and just quickly glancing around he saw at least five or six condoms sagging with discharge which rapidly brought him to a full erection, something else which hadn't changed! Exactly what the fascination of examining such disgusting artifacts was about he didn't know, although it seemed to be a combination of the trapped semen together with speculation as whether the condom had been inside a male or a female. Whatever, just as when he was seventeen he soon found himself poking them around with a stick in a bizarre attempt to empty out the contents to see which held the most! Quite where exactly the strange game would have eventually taken him would never be known since it was interrupted by the sound of car drawing up. Snapping back to reality he threw the stick down and peered out through the undergrowth to see that a cream coloured Ford had pulled up some seventy yards or so behind his own. It was definitely time to make a very hasty exit to avoid being caught and severely humiliated should his undoubted fetish be discovered, such depraved voyeuristic acts were forever destined to be remain his secret. In fact the truth was that if he were ever to be approached whilst in lay-by scavenging mode he would probably run a mile in fright. In this case though, he remained motionless rooted to the spot while watching to see the car door open, when to his great surprise a blond haired woman in a blue skirt got out and looked towards his car. Assuming she was waiting for a man to arrive and physically cement their tryst, Andy could do nothing except wait and see what developed. As the seconds ticked slowly by he became even more worried as thoughts of being apprehended while surrounded by his collection of used condoms and be confronted by the woman herself. The seconds became minutes with the woman merely standing and looking around as though waiting for somebody, finally to his relief she turned and made her way into the bushes by her car to disappear from view. Immediately, his heart frantically pounding he made a frantic dash for his own car, luckily it started immediately and he shot off down the lay-by and out onto the main road in a cloud of dust. Even so, despite being so scarily interrupted whilst about to gratify his most base instincts and having to make such a high speed escape, he was still very much aroused and most definitely sexually unfulfilled. Undoubtedly the risk factor of the situation had made him even more aroused, almost it seemed to point where wanted to get caught. Thus spurred on as to what could await, he drove the couple of miles to the final lay-by in record time, it being arguably the largest and most productive site of them all. As he turned off the main road and pulled into it, he saw his prayers for it to be deserted had been answered, his rampant cock showed it's appreciation by just beginning to start a wet spot on his briefs. As before he parked in what had become his favourite spot and opened the car door onto grass verge. It was a well trodden spot and just as in the previous location featured an even more well trodden path which led back into small clearing formed within the trees. Although it had been quite some time since he had last visited, the place looked very familiar except with the addition of what looked like some fly tipping further away towards the other exit back to the main road. The fly tipping was of no interest, but the sight of several used condoms and the remains of a torn, mud spattered pornographic magazine near the path most certainly were. With one hand down the front of his jeans soothing his aching cock, his other was gainfully employed poking the numerous discarded condoms around with a convenient stick. Knowing this was one sexual pursuit he could never ever admit to anybody, he studiously emptied them all onto a piece of waste cardboard whilst frequently, if furtively looking to ensure he was alone. What came next was quite repellant in the extreme and he knew it, unable to control himself he rubbed a finger in the revolting slime and then sniffed, even for him licking it was a step too far. It was then time to turn his attention to the remains of the magazine which sadly proved to be very disappointing as it turned out to be strictly heterosexual and only contained pictures of the female form with not an erection in sight. But, this was no time for disappointment. There were yet the bushes to explore and in those very same bushes he had once found pages from a genuine homosexual magazine, albeit in black and white, but huge cocks there most certainly were. The path through the bushes, led back to a small clearing which other than offering even more tattered condoms and a multitude of suspiciously stained tissues had little new. That was, except for what appeared to be another opening that had been forged through the undergrowth since his last visit and headed off in a different direction, drawing Andy along it like a magnet. Not yet being such a well worn track, the foliage brushed against him as followed the twists and turns of the path where after some yards it ended inside another slightly smaller natural clearing bound on all sides by thick bushes. Without the frequent visitors that the main clearing enjoyed, the amount of sexual bounty to be had had dwindled to what might be described as a sticky handful of tissues and used condoms. Feeling rather disappointed at having made the effort to battle through the vegetation to get there Andy decided he might as well have a really good look around. Spooked on a couple of occasions by noises in the bushes from what turned out to be no more than wood pigeons looking for berries he started his search on the premise that it was such a secret place surely there must be something to find. He was not to be disappointed. "Fuck, wot's this!" he exclaimed excitedly to himself on seeing what appeared to be a piece of dirty white material partly obscured by a bush. It wasn't just a piece of any old dirty white material, for on dragging it into the open with his stick he immediately recognised the white ribbed fabric and what it could only be. Propriety told him not to touch it, so it was with a shaking hands holding a stick in each, he managed hoist it up and partially spread it out over the bush in front of him for examination. In fairness the briefs didn't look as though it had been on the ground for more than a couple of days and since it had not rained were not too soiled at all. So, arguably against his better judgement and unable to resist, he discarded the sticks and used his hands to smooth them out as best he could. To find underpants in this situation had been one of his many fantasies, although missing from this actual fantasy was the person who had been wearing them. It was of course a pair of Y-fronts, they were not very old and the seat was badly torn and semen stained although it was nothing compared to the yellowing fly which had recently been in receipt of a considerable amount of semen. During the course of the examination his own jeans found themselves around his ankles as he frantically began to masturbate whilst conjuring up all sorts of images as to who might have worn them. There was one clue which aroused him even more, the Scott & Lyle label on the waistband showed them fitting a size twenty-eight to thirty inch waist. By coincidence that was actually his own size so therefore could they have belonged to somebody of his own age and if so what had they been doing? He decided he would take them home, but then again, maybe not. Instead, he was going to wear them home! Absolutely fixated at the discovery, his mind visualising all manner of debauched scenarios with their slim and hopefully young owner, he was determined to put them on and do his best to saturate them with his own spunk, then to wear them home. Staring at the yellowing fly as he kicked off his shoes, followed rather awkwardly by his jeans and briefs he barely managed to hold back ejaculation as more precum dripped from his twitching cock. The sun shone, the wood pigeons ate the red berries and defecated pink poo while Andy delighted in wearing the most repellant pair of underpants imaginable that he had just found in the bushes. In fact to him all was perfectly perfect. His arousal level had gone off the arousal scale, the drips of precum from his cock were turning into a dribble and sliding down over the fingers grasping at his cock which poked through the stained fly. His other hand was being somewhat more proactive and already found it's way through the tear in the seat to force an energetic finger right up his bottom to agitate his prostate. An truly incredible climax threatened and it really was only moments away. "I could help you with that!" But, surely the voice was just a figment of his very overwrought imagination? Although, evidently his cock hadn't thought so, having instantly lost interest and already started to shrink, allowing a string of precum to fall and adhere to his leg. Once his heart had restarted, it was in total, utter, complete and monumental disbelief that he plucked up sufficient courage to very slowly turn his head. The blond haired woman dressed in blue was standing so as to block the only possible exit and already occupied in feverishly hitching up her skirt. It could have been heart failure or had he simply fainted. Andy would never really know as he ungraciously slumped, to collapse in a heap, his finger still embedded in his bottom and his once proud member now a shrunken shadow of it's former self. At the stroke of eleven Mr Maxwell locked the door and turned the lights off in the shop, it was finally time to see how his two boy helpers were doing in the store room. Not that he had left them entirely alone, the various spy-holes had afforded him the opportunity to see that an awful lot of mutual groping had taken place whilst they were supposedly inspecting the cigarette and magazine stocks. The big question was how to actually bring up the subject of sex and proposition them since he really wanted it to appear as a collective suggestion, it was only going into the stockroom that he had an idea should the conversation falter. "Thought I'd see how, how hard.. hard you were working." "Oh!" Martin had been caught, looking surprised and suitably embarrassed he quickly closed the latest copy of Fiesta. It featured a centre spread of what could only have been a close-up of one of Big Julie's relatives with her ample legs truly akimbo. "I can't stop him, he's got such a dirty mind," Adam grinned having immediately picked up on the innuendo, "he'll go blind reading stuff like that won't he Mr M?" "He might, but," Mr Maxwell smiled, quite obviously Adam was as keen to broach the subject of sex as he was, "but, I don't spose you would do that... because, well you wouldn't want to read that sort of thing, would you?" "Uumm.. oh, no I `spose not." now it was Adam that blushed, the fact he had been recognized as homosexual had been duly noted. "Oh very good!" "Didn't take much did it really?" replied Mr Maxwell winking, then moving to the far corner where from the back of the top shelf he lifted down a cardboard box. "Now I've got something here that would probably really interest you far more." "Wot's that then?" Adam followed him over keen to know what they had missed in their search for homosexual material. "Well, I'm surprised you haven't found this lot already, it's the specials." "No, no, we ain't," said Martin looking at Adam, "`cause we done the fags and that stuff first and last time I was yer, you'd put 'em somewhere else." "Shit, how'd we miss that!" said Adam under his breath looking at the box. "Well you can look at 'em now." said Mr Maxwell reaching into the box. "Here." They grabbed at the magazines being offered and quickly looked through the titles Leather, Boy, 101 and a couple with quite unpronounceable German titles. "Fucking hell!" exclaimed Adam his eyes virtually glued to the pages as he flipped through one of the German magazines. "There's pictures of boys, shit they're much younger than us and they're all wanking away!" "Wot! Let's see." Martin leant over attempting to conceal the adjustment of his erection through his pocket. "Bleeding hell it's proper queer stuff innit?" "I suppose you could say that. These aren't the sort of thing you can just buy over the counter," said Mr Maxwell with obvious pride, noting Martin's actions, "they have to be specially imported." "I ain't surprised." said Martin without looking up. "Look at all them boy's cocks!" "Gawd! Look Mart, there's three of 'em yer and see wot the one in the middle's doing, he's... bloody hell... just look at that!" continued Adam excitedly turning the page to follow the sequence of pictures. "Fuck, yer right, just look at 'em!" Martin was staggered, never having thought such wonderful pictures existed. "It's ain't no wonder they lost the war doing things like that is it!" Mr Maxwell laughed, Adam was far too engrossed and missed the joke. "Bloody hell.. he's one's got one up his bum and, and.. no.. no, he ain't is he? Fucking hell wot's he doing!" said Martin taking a close up second look. "They ain't older than we is!" Adam craned his head to look. "Oh.. I see... the third ones bent over in front of him and he's licking his bumhole!" "I `spose if he turned round he could get sucked off as well as licked." suggested Martin looking at Adam. "Or both!" Adam shuffled about, by now having considerable difficulty in stemming the penile leakage. "Oh yes, so there's three boys doing that then, well there's three of us isn't there?" Mr Maxwell leant between them ensuring and managed to put a hand on each bottom as he did so. "Wot? Wot d'you mean?" said Adam looking up from the pictures into Mr Maxwell's face, the bumfluff on his lip within easy kissing distance. "Three of them... and three of us?" "Yes, precisely." he replied, his cock twitching. The boys appeared to be now so aroused and all he had to do now was translate the collective thoughts into actions. "So who's in the middle then?" asked Martin surprising them and appearing to condone Mr Maxwell's unspoken suggestion. "I don't wanna lick nobody's bum!" "Oh, I'll go in the middle," Mr Maxwell smiled, "then you could both have a try." "Have a try at wot?" asked Adam cautiously having not entirely heard what Martin had said. "Wot, wot... wot those three in the magazine is doing you mean? "Maybe... if you want and then you could try using these." Mr Maxwell dropped a small packet in front of each boy. It was to have been his secret weapon, but since the conversation had proved no real need for it, it seemed only sensible to keep the arousal level as high as he could. "It's a fucking condom!" shrieked Adam immediately tearing it open to expose the sealed contents. "I've heard all about 'em and seen pictures, but never held one." "A fuckin' condom, ain't that wot they's really for then ?" asked Martin naively. "Yes! Well now you can wear one... event try it out!" "I ain't seen one neither," added Martin closely inspecting the packaging, "cor, it feels all slippery through the wrapping, is that right?" "Yes, they're ready lubricated." "So, so you don't have to spit on it then?" said Adam with a knowing smile. "No." "So you means we can put 'em on and... and.." Martin hadn't really thought matters through, "and... so, well, wot, wot d'you mean by try 'em out?" "You could put them on each other," Mr Maxwell paused, he was about to make them an offer which, hopefully they would not refuse, "then pretend you're in that photo and I'll be the one in the middle." "And, you'd really lick me bumhole?" asked Adam wondering if he had really heard correctly. "Yeah," Mr Maxwell flushed, "but only if Martin is inside me and you've both partly kept your pants on!" "And.. and then, we'd swop over so, so," Martin's mouth was suddenly very dry, words were a problem "so, you'd lick me bum... while Adam sorta fucks you?" "Yes." Martin's mouth wasn't the only one to feel dry, there was as Mr Maxwell told himself no sorta about it and he couldn't wait to start. "So why don't you two start off by undressing each other?" "See, I thought you'd like it, so I wore me vest for you." Grinning and well aware he was teasing, Adam began to unbuttoned his shirt just enough to show the white ribbed cotton beneath. Mr Maxwell drew breath. ################################################# Chap 65 to follow