Date: Wed, 29 Jul 2015 10:10:15 +0100
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Lab Technician Chapter 23

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

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Chapter 23 – All aboard


It had taken until the Thursday before Andy had showed signs of behaving in
a more normal manner, even his limp was on the verge of disappearing thanks
to the three applications per day of the magic bum cream. Naturally though,
he was still very much obsessed with boys and that morning was to be no
exception.

"Dad says we can have a lift to school."

Andy turned round to see Mark and Alfie heading towards him along the
pavement, caught unawares he wasn't really mentally geared up for seeing
the boys at close quarters so early. "Oh, well I `spose so... better get
going then."

"I'm getting in the front." said Alfie pushing Mark to one side and walking
towards the car.

"Who said so?" replied Mark trying to grab him but missing.

Despite his reservations Andy could already see that with such latent
internecine strife the journey might more than a little entertaining, he
smiled and unlocked the car. "Well you'd better fight it out quick or I'm
off without you!"

"I'm coming in the front, that's alright innit Andy?" Alfie quickly headed
round to the passenger door.

"I don't care, you sort it out between you I'm not getting involved, just
be quick!"

"I wouldn't worry too much," said Mark to Andy, "if he does cum he don't
make much mess anyway!"

"Oh very good!" Andy laughed.

"Piss off Mark, you don't know everything!" exclaimed Alfie angrily, not
wishing his minimal sperm production be impugned in vain.

"I `spose you two could always toss for it!" Andy grinned as he held the
door for Mark to climb in the back seat.

"He already has!" said Alfie turning to stab an accusatory finger back
towards Mark, "I heard him while I was outside the bathroom, he was doing
it in there for hours!"

"You little fucker, you was fucking listening!" snapped Mark, his blue
blazer contrasting nicely with his red face. "You fucking shut up or I'll
pull your fucking head off!"

"Piss off!" Alfie ducked the swinging hand.

It was quite true that Mark had been in the bathroom for a long time, but
it wasn't all for pleasures of the flesh. Having seen the state of his dark
blue briefs after the previous evenings accidental copious infusion of
semen, they looked just as though they had indeed had a copious infusion of
semen which had dried overnight. It would be suicidal to put them in the
laundry basket as the enormous stain was totally unmissable and be bound to
draw a comment from his mother. Hence, using a generous squirt of suitably
fragrant hair shampoo he had endeavoured to wash them in the basin he had
just ejaculated in! Washing wasn't his forte and the wet briefs were
finally slung under his bed in disgust, the hope being they would dry
during the day and then be clean enough to be put in the family wash.

"That got you didn't it?" crowed Alfie leaning forward to avoid any further
blows.

Andy was laughing as he started the engine, maybe the journey wouldn't be
so bad after all particularly if the conversation was to centre on such
interesting topics.

"I'll stuff yer fucking head up yer fucking bottom unless you fucking shuts
up!" retorted Mark. "Anyway you was at it last night, `cause yer bed
squeaks too much!"

"Piss off!" now Alfie was going red.

"So you've both done it then." said Andy picking up the conversation as
though there was nothing unusual about the content at all. "I reckon, if we
hadn't had that chat about it in the garden last week when Mart had cum in
his jeans, you two wouldn't be saying anything at all, am I right?"

"Maybe." mumbled Mark, knowing it was the truth. Since that conversation he
had found himself able to talk about the subject, although still objected
to being so easily embarrassed by Alfie.

"Alfie?" said Andy, finding himself in a position of moderator. "D'you
agree?"

"Yeah, I `spose."

"Good. So wot exciting lessons have you got today?"

"He's going to wanking classes to learn to do it quietly!" said Mark
laughing.

"Just piss off!" replied Alfie angrily.

Andy smiled and continued driving whilst listening to the colourful
conversation between the brothers, who it seemed were thoroughly enjoying
slinging insults at each other.

The drive generally took about twenty minutes and it was the last long
uphill section to the school that Andy always looked forward to and enjoyed
the most. With many boys cycling to school for Andy it had now become a
habit to hang back behind the cyclists whilst giving way to traffic coming
down in the other direction. That gave him the perfect opportunity to
inspect the bottoms of the cyclists and play spot the underpants against
their tight grey school trousers as they laboured up the hill.

Of course, it being the summer term, some boys had stowed their blazers in
their bags which gave the added bonus of the ubiquitous white of their
briefs showing through a tightly stretched white shirt. Invariably a few
stood up to pedal which made it even more exciting since very often the
shirt would be pulled from the top of their trousers to fully expose the
top of their underpants.

Quite what it was that made it such an incredible turn Andy could never
understand. Possibly a combination of voyeurism, coupled with memories of
ejaculation after a thorough inspection of his classmates underwear when
left alone in the school changing rooms. Whatever it was, it was an
incredibly powerful sexual stimulant.

"Cor, look at him," exclaimed Alfie suddenly pointing through the
windscreen, "his pants is so big we could all get in 'em!"

"Not with you I fucking ain't!" replied Mark leaning forward over the seat
to peer out the windscreen. "Who d'you mean then? Wot him?"

"Yeah him! Look!" Alfie pointed to what looked like a third or fourth year
blazer-less boy pedalling hard up the hill. "Look, where his shirt's gone
all tight on his back you can see the gert white elastic of his pants, it's
halfway up his back!"

"Yeah right." agreed Andy, trying not to appear excited at the sight,
nevertheless very impressed at Alfie's sharp eye and definite interest in
the subject. "D'you look at a lot of pants then Alfie?"

"Sometimes." he blushed and deflected any further questions by adding. "He
must feel a right twit having to wear them old white things."

"Looks like he's gonna stand up and pedal now." said Mark, also very
interested in the subject and similarly not really wishing to admit
it. "Don't think they're old `cause they're too white, they looks quite
new."

"Oh yeah, could be." Andy knew he was getting an erection, Alfie sat next
to him didn't help. "So do his trousers, look at them sharp creases."

"Look he's standing up!" cried Alfie watching as the boy finally stood up
to pedal.

"Oh shit, his trousers nearly fell down then!" Mark stared ahead. "His
shirts pulled out now!"

Andy's eyes were glued to the flapping white shirt tail and the newly
exposed vast expanse of brilliant white ribbed cotton that disappeared well
up inside the shirt.

"He's got new pants and new trousers!" announced Alfie triumphantly. "Look
his pants is shining white and his trousers is all new and got gert sharp
creases in 'em!"

"Pity they're too big, `cause the poor sod's gonna loose his trousers at
this rate!"

Mark, was positively drinking up the sight of the flapping shirt exposing
at least six inches of traditionally cut Y-fronts, the sagging trousers
were plainly new and far too large.

"Poor bugger, his mum must have bought the wrong sizes." said Andy doing
his best to imprint the sight in his memory for use later that
evening. "Well we'd better get past him while nothing's coming down the
hill."

"Reckon his trousers will stay up!" Alfie stared and giggled as they
overtook.

"Dunno, but he ain't gonna have an easy time at school if they're that big
is he?" concluded Mark. "They'll fall down if he runs."

Having overtaken the bicycle Andy glanced in the mirror before pulling back
in, moments later took a second look and blinked. The boy had NHS glasses
on, it was the third year boy who invariably played with himself and was
the one that Andy regularly fantasised over, his mother must have finally
bought him a new uniform.




In school that morning Andy was just returning from an errand to the office
when he saw the queue of boys in the corridor waiting for the teacher to
open one of the classrooms for the first lesson after the morning break.

Automatically he slowed his walk to take in the sight of some twenty odd
third-year boys, being of that age it was mandatory to possess an erection
and a hand in the pocket to keep it company. And, who should be near the
front, but the fair haired boy with the NHS glasses! Recalling what he had
seen earlier Andy slowed to a virtual crawl and pretended to look for
something in his coat pocket as he passed.

Carefully observing everything from the corner of his eye whilst knowing
his cock was rapidly hardening, it was almost to good to be true. Now
almost within touching distance he looked at the new trousers, definitely
too big they were all rucked up around the boys ankles. Andy couldn't
really believe what he was seeing as the boys hands were fully occupied
alternating between having to keep pulling the trousers back up and playing
with himself thorough a pocket. If that wasn't enough, the boy suddenly
appeared to notice Andy and remove both hands allowing the trousers to sag
down his buttocks. Immediately he bent over to rummage in his school bag
putting the brilliant white ribbing of the new briefs only inches from
Andy's face, he nearly came on the spot!




"Well Friday it is then Sir."

"It most certainly is boy, and you're likely to get a thrashing you won't
forget."

 "I shall look forward to it."

"It will be my pleasure."

"I'm sure it will." Tim smiled. "But now, I'd better go and greet the
hordes from the first year."

"Well, just you think about what's you've got in store tomorrow evening."
Peter rubbed his hands in glee. "Must say I'm looking forward to it, I'm so
pleased we met."

"Me too."

Tim was about to move over to the door when it opened and Andy appeared
grinning all over his face

"You alright, you look a lot happier." asked Tim "I didn't see you
yesterday I was so busy.

"Yeah, lot better." Andy looked at Peter. "Pete's been helping and talking
me through it and, and.. well I'm so sorry I messed up with that boy on
Monday."

"It was one hell of a day for all of us though wasn't it, meeting like that
really."

"Right, I didn't expect to see you here Tim!" Peter smiled. "A big shock."

"No, nor you," Tim looked at his watch, "I've got to go, I'll see you two
later."

"He's really nice isn't he?" said Andy watching the door close behind him.

"Yeah, we get on very well."

"Wot you mean.." Andy stopped, "wot like.. like you and him? I thought so,
but didn't wanna ask earlier."

"Sort of, but you've got to remember I said we'd met before he ever came
here."

"Yeah, I know, just seems a bit sort strange that's all, the two of you
here and him knowing me as well."

"Well, that's life, we'll see what happens." Peter suddenly had a
thought. "Andy, you don't mind do you, I mean him and me? Be honest."

He thought for a few moments "Not really, no. Just so long as I don't get
in the way of you two or.. or.."

"Oh for fucks sake, Andy don't be so silly," he caught his eye, "you're
very dear to both of us and we wouldn't want to see you upset or hurt by
anything like that. Whatever we might get up to, there will always be the
three of us and we will always look out for you."

"Oh.. oh.." Andy gulped, having not realised how much they thought of him.

"You silly sod! Oh bloody hell!" Peter blinked, it was time to change the
subject. "Now then, what were you grinning at when you came back just now?"

"Hhmm.." Andy paused to compose himself. "Well it's that third year class
innit?"

"What, with that kid who's got the NHS glasses, the one who can't leave it
alone?" Peter smiled. "If I know you, you're hard already!"

"Bollocks!" Andy blushed. "So's he and it's so bloody obvious he is, almost
like he want's me to know!"

"Why is he flashing it?"

"No, he's got some new trousers that are too big and falling down, so they
shows his new pants and, and," Andy was trying not to laugh, "and he can't
leave it alone can he, so one minute he's rubbing himself and the next he's
pulling his trousers back up!"

"Please just don't get involved!" Peter smiled. "I'm really glad you can
laugh again."

"Wot d'you mean?"

"Well like I just said, we were quite worried about you."

"Oh."

"Yeah, but things now seem to be moving in the right direction aren't
they?"

"I think so." he looked up at Peter and smiled. "Actually, I know they
are."





School over, Adam was cycling home with Mark on the pretext of collecting
an old exercise book, the truth being that the two boys simply wanted to
masturbate together since Martin thought his mother would still be out at
her part-time job.

"We'll have to be quick, `cause don't wanna get caught do we?" said Martin
frantically searching through his pockets for the front door key.

"No, we don't!" Adam followed Martin's example and leant his bike against
the low garden wall. "Wot time does Andy get back then?"

"It's Thursday, so it'll be about five," he looked at his watch, "we got
about twenty minutes to be safe, maybe a bit longer."

"Well lets get upstairs then before I cums in me pants, you got me all
excited!" said Adam rubbing the bulging front of his trousers.

Martin was equally excited, all the more so when he followed Adam up the
stairs taking careful note of the outline of his briefs through the seat of
his trousers.

"Yer looking up me bum, I can tell!" said Adam stopping halfway up and
looking down on Martin.

"Yeah, I'm really watching yer pants through yer trousers." Martin flushed.

"Oh you are a dirty bugger!"

"Yeah I am! Hey, now... wot about, I gotta idea." Martin was now grinning,
"Well wot about if you took yer trousers off and just went up in yer pants,
then I could really see couldn't I?"

Adam's erection leapt skywards in his briefs, being observed in his
underwear had been a favourite at his previous school. "But have we got
time, you sure yer mum ain't coming back or nothing `cause we'll be right
stuffed if she does won't we?"

"Nah, no chance." Martin glanced at his watch. "Go on then, get `em off."

Throwing his schoolbag on the landing, Adam eagerly started to undo the
trousers, then paused. "You gotta take yours off as well, so we can take in
turns to look up."

"I don't mind." Martin rushed up the stairs onto the landing to join Adam
and started to undo his fly.

"Hang on, now yer up here why don't we take each others off?" said Adam,
who was already having great difficulty in keeping his hands off of Martin.

"Alright." agreed Martin excitedly. "But we gotta be quick, right?"

"Course." replied Adam, his hand already inside Martin's briefs and
wrapping itself around his sticky organ. "You been leaking!"

"Fucking leave it alone, or I'm gonna cum!" Martin pulling away
laughing. "Come on, just get 'em off."

"You gotta a bloody gert wet spot!" said Adam rubbing his fingers together
as Martin theatrically retreated.

"Piss off!"

Giggling like ten year olds the two boys were finally standing there in
just their underpants and having some difficulty in stopping their cocks
from bursting out. After taking it in turn to inspect and grope each other
standing one above the other on the stairs it was obvious that before much
longer somebody was going to ejaculate.

"Got another idea!" Martin grinned. "Look, if you lays down on the floor
and pokes yer head over the top I can balance on me knees on the top step
then you can suck me off!"

"Fucking brilliant!" replied Adam immediately laying down as instructed and
watching as Martin knelt down on the top stair.

"I think yer gonna be a bit high, I'll have to strain me neck." he said
staring between Martin's legs.

"Oh."

"Look if you takes yer pants off and opens yer legs really wide, you'll go
down a bit and that might be alright."

"Yeah OK."

Martin was more than excited and wondering if he could manage not to
ejaculate before he even got as far as getting his cock between Adam's
eager lips. Adam equally excited, began to hump the carpet whilst watching
Martin pull his briefs off allowing his cock to twang upwards.

"You know," said Adam very encouragingly, "with yer legs stretched that far
apart you could finger yerself at the same time!"

"Bloody hell yeah!" agreed Martin throwing his briefs onto the landing
behind Adam.

"Oh shit! Please hurry up!" moaned Adam, as near to ejaculating as Martin.

As the wonderful sensation generated by the stretching of his orifice to
the limit rapidly increased Martin didn't delay in taking up Adam's
suggestion. Licking a finger he rammed it up his bottom and simultaneously
pushed himself forward to thrust his sticky, drooling cock into Adam's
waiting mouth and right down the back of his throat almost bringing him to
the point gagging.

"For fucks sake!" gasped Adam. "Don't bloody choke me!"

"Sorry!" Martin withdrew, not realising what he had done. "Oh shit!"

"Back in now, but gimmie time to sort it out!"

Adam opened his mouth ready to receive it and had to admit as it slipped
the taste was better than fantastic. Having been inside Martin's briefs all
day, not only did it taste of pee and boy sweat, but had a coating of dried
precum. Now though, they knew there was no time to loose before one of them
would reach the point of ejaculation.

Having increased his efforts humping the dark red carpet in his old briefs,
Adam now refocussed on pleasuring Martin. Clamping his lips just behind
Martin's cockhead where the foreskin had been removed he did his best to
force his tongue inside the slit, the fact it was oozing precum being an
added bonus. For his part, Martin was truly in orbit, the finger up his bum
was going berserk and had now mysteriously multiplied into two fingers,
that plus Adam's oral manipulations which were to his credit those of a
cock sucker supreme and his apprenticeship at boarding school.

"Fuck!"

It was the only thing Martin managed to gasp before literally shaking from
head to toe as the orgasm took hold. His tortured cock shooting ribbon
after ribbon of hot, steaming spunk into Adam's waiting mouth. Flooded with
so much spunk he was in danger of choking and reluctantly, gasping for air
pulled away leaving Martin's cock still pulsing and squirting the remainder
of it's precious load into his hair.

Under such circumstances it was no surprise that Adam's carpet humping had
dramatically increased and he too was now utterly incapable of holding back
from ejaculation. Forcing himself into the sodden mess that were once his
underpants, he sandwiched his cock between stomach and floor to join Martin
in discharging an enormous quantity of spunk.

Martin was particularly reluctant to withdraw his fingers and continued to
pleasure himself as the post orgasmic euphoria set in and was staring at
Adam who was still continuing to hump the carpet. After what seemed an age,
Martin decided to attempt to get up and relieve the feeling that his bottom
was about to split asunder.

However, before he could move what can only be described as deafening
screech, rang out from the hallway below. "Martin! What the hell are you
doing up there?"

Joyce Lewis had managed to catch an earlier bus and had returned home to be
confronted by the view up the stairs of Martin's naked body. It was only
his back, but showed his legs stretched wide, with what looked like
suspiciously like a finger up his bottom. Thankfully, with her limited
field of vision Adam remained unseen.

In the merest fraction of a nano second, Martin's once proud and throbbing
organ had decided it had lost the will to live. Petrified of the
consequences it had shrivelled up before Adam's eyes and replete with a
drop of spunk hanging from the end was now barely an inch long.

Shocked. Quaking. Devastated. In a cold sweat. Rooted to the spot. Whatever
the phrase was it fitted the way Martin felt at that moment. Survival did
however take precedence and he suddenly realised that Adam could not be
seen from downstairs.

"Crawl away, go and hide in me bedroom before she fucking sees you!" he
managed to whisper, albeit rather hoarsely. "Quick, just fucking go!"

"Oh fucking hell!"

Adam, feeling as helpless as Martin needed no second bidding and took off
across the landing like a champion crawly, slithery thing leaving a trail
of fresh semen across the dark red carpet as he went. Quite how the
afternoon would end he had no idea, but even to hide in Martin'd bedroom
all night would be preferable to being caught naked and covered in semen by
a furious Mrs Lewis.

"Martin! I said what's going on!"

"Mum.." was as far he got, quite unable to think of a reply after looking
across the expanse of dark red carpet and noticing the large glistening
patch of spunk that Adam had so thoughtfully distributed over it. And, just
to compound matters beyond any possible hope of a plausible excuse, there
in the middle of the landing were Adam's overstretched and spunk
impregnated old Y-fronts having been unavoidably vacated during his
frenetic horizontal escape.

"Martin will you answer me!"

The tone of the voice was very impatient and getting distinctly louder as
she neared the landing.

He turned, afraid to look her in the face, possibly there was another word
for being humiliated, but he couldn't think. Crushed, was actually quite a
good alternative.

"Why's are your fingers up your bottom!" she screamed standing over him, it
wasn't a question, more a statement of total disgust.

His mouth opened but nothing came out, his fingers slipped out with a plop
instead.

"What's the bloody hell is that over my new carpet?"

It was a milestone moment, he had never heard her swear before. Ever.

She looked down at him, her eyes like a pair of deadly ray guns with him as
the target fixed firmly in her sights. Never before had he seen her so
angry. White, shaking and feeling even more vulnerable for being naked,
apoplexy was not to be ruled out.

"Don't you dare touch anything with those filthy fingers that have been up
your bottom, you revolting boy! You wait till your father comes home!"

She stamped past him onto the landing, luckily not noticing the various
blobs of saliva and semen with which he had decorated the top step. Instead
she focussed on the red precious carpet and stared down, he could see that
it appeared Adam had certainly excelled himself in terms of seminal
quantity.

"Did you make all this mess?" it was a loaded question designed to
humiliate him further. "Well you'd better start cleaning it up then, get a
bowl and some soapy water."

Still unable to reply he nodded, although unsure what exactly he was meant
to do nor even if he could get dressed for the cleaning.

"Well get up then and put these on, I don't want to see that!"

That. That, with extreme emphasis of course referred to Martin's shrunken
appendage. Stooping down to pick up the briefs with the intention of
throwing them at Martin to make himself vaguely decent she immediately
dropped them again with a truly deafening squawk of disapproval. Adam's
cold semen was now over her fingers in addition to the carpet.

"Get rid of all this it's disgusting!"

Gesticulating angrily towards assorted items of school uniform which were
lying on the floor she disappeared into the bathroom to wash her
hands. Martin hadn't ever moved so fast , the reason was that she didn't
seem to have noticed that there were actually two sets of uniform on the
floor! Rapidly gathering everything up and throwing it through the open
door of his room onto the bed, then managing to get on his school trousers
without any underpants he waited for her return, the seams and the zip
cutting into his more tender parts.

"Go and wash you hands, properly. Then wait in your room until your father
comes home."

"Wot.. wot about the carpet?" croaked Martin in confusion having thought he
was meant to be cleaning it.

"You're incapable of cleaning the carpet properly, I'll have to do that as
well!" she replied storming down the stairs to get the soapy water.

"Bollocks! To do that as well as wot?" Martin asked himself. "Oh, fuck the
carpet!"

Which was of course something which Adam had already successfully achieved!

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Chap 24 to follow