Date: Wed, 30 Sep 2015 09:12:56 +0100
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Lab Technician CHAP 27

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 27 – "Does she go mad then, your mum?"


She couldn't have been much older than Andy, but she certainly knew how to
embarrass him that Saturday morning. Queuing behind him at the till the
customers, all women looked at each other and smiled knowingly as the
female assistant slowly folded his new briefs individually and put them
into the paper bag, one by one.

Light blue, dark blue, white and red, the red perfectly matching the colour
of his face, fumbling to hand over the money and dropping coins all over
the counter he grabbed the bag and fairly flew out of the shop accompanied
by titters from the female audience. It being the era where most male
clothes were bought by either a mother or wife and the vast majority of men
and boys wore the ubiquitous white Y-fronts. For the women in the queue to
see what appeared to be an incredibly embarrassed seventeen year old boy
buying coloured underpants was as amusing as it was rare.

Still flushed, he hurtled back to the safety of the car convinced that
everybody in the shopping area could see inside the bag and knew exactly
what he had bought, especially to match the white ones he was wearing as
given by Peter. Tentatively opening the bag he peered inside not daring to
pull anything out lest it be seen by passers by, feeling the soft material
between his fingers he glanced around and then rubbed his erection though
his jeans.

Congratulating himself that he had actually realised his dream and braved
the all women in the world of shopping his next task was to somehow get
them into the family washing cycle. Doubtless when his mother found out she
would be scathing about the money he had wasted when he had perfectly good
clothes to wear which to her mind had nothing wrong with them
whatsoever. Feeling very pleased with himself he drove back home pondering
the simple question of how he would smuggle them into the house without
anybody seeing.

On turning into the road the smile quickly disappeared from his face when
he saw Adam standing on the pavement with Martin, the two discussing the
outcome of Martin being caught by his mother and the fact had Adam had not
been implicated.

Andy knew there was no question that Adam undoubtedly exerted an emotional
hold on him, something confirmed by the empty feeling in the pit of his
stomach as he pulled up behind his fathers car.

"Here he is." said Martin as the car pulled up, "we was just talking about
you."

"Oh? You have?" replied Andy through the open car window.

"Yeah, certainly were." Adam smiled and accidentally on purpose rubbed his
jeans.

"Oh."

Andy smiled nervously back, taking note of the hand manipulating something
in the pocket, he knew exactly what he wanted, he wanted Adam's cock in him
once again.

"You alright?" Adam's sixth sense had instantly picked up Andy's unspoken
desire.

"Yeah." his mouth was dry, but his cock was hardening. "Wot d'you want
then?"

"We thought you might wanna come to the park with us," said Adam
invitingly, "you could drive us there if you want."

"Why?" replied Andy bending forward, having the sense to at least push the
bag under his seat so he wouldn't be questioned on what he had
bought. "Wot's there?"

"Usual park stuff," said Martin grinning, "but we wanna go in the bushes!"

"Wot?" Andy grabbed his pullover from the passenger seat and held it in
front to cover his erection as he got out. "Wot for?"

"Show him them photo's Adam."

"I `spose it'll be alright." Adam looked around, there was nobody in sight,
he reached into the saddle bag of his bike.

"Hello boys." said Mr Lewis appearing from the front door. "Having a
meeting then?"

"Dad!" exclaimed Martin, shocked that they were nearly caught. "Didn't hear
you."

"Well it only takes a second to come out the front door doesn't it?" he
smiled. "Why, why are you doing or are you planning something you
shouldn't?"

"Uumm.." Martin looked guilty, he was guilty.

"Well I dunno wot they're doing, I only just arrived." said Andy distancing
himself.

"Didn't I meet you the other evening? Adam isn't it?" Mr Lewis looked
sideways across to Martin who immediately flushed and turned away.

"Oh yeah, with them two boys who've just moved in a few doors up." replied
Adam quite unaware his co-star status in the epic semen carpet staining
production had proceeded him.

"That's right, oh yes. Anyway, so what are you all planning on doing today
then?"

"Dunno that's wot we were wondering." said Martin. "The weather don't look
too good."

"No, it doesn't." he turned to the car. "Anyway I've got to nip out for a
while, I'll see you later boys."

They watched as the car drove off. Andy was instead watching Adam's hand in
the pocket, Adam being definitely one of those boys who constantly played
with himself.

"Close wunnit?" said Martin.

"So wot is it you two got there then?" asked Andy, intrigued at the obvious
panic the sight of his father had instilled in them.

Adam reaching again into the saddle bag, he produced a tattered brown
envelope and moving to stand so close to Andy that their legs touched he
carefully shook the photographs out into his hand.

"Fucking hell!" was Andy's immediate reaction, which even rather
overshadowed the feeling of being so close to Adam. "Where d'you get these
from?"

"He took 'em." said Martin proudly before Adam could answer. "He's been
watching the queers in the park, he knows the place where they goes."

"Fucking hell!" repeated Andy. "So you're good with a camera then?"

"He's brilliant, got all the gear and that stuff," said Martin, now very
animated and continuing to babble, "so we thought if we all went there and
there was nobody to watch then one of us could take some pictures of the
other two doing something!"

"Be really exciting wouldn't it." added Adam, pushing himself against Andy
again, "course we'd have to toss for who took the pics and who did the
wanking though!"

"Toss?" said Martin, pushing a hand down the front of his jeans, "I could
bloody toss right now! Andy, you gonna do it with us then?"

"Wot toss!"

Andy paused, anybody in their right mind would know it was incredibly risky
in the extreme. However by now with Adam next to him, he wasn't in his
right mind and allowed his straining cock to override all logic.

"When?"

"Tomorrow... in the afternoon?" replied Adam instantly. "I got some more
film and all that ready."

"Andy, go on.. please say yes!" implored Martin looking at him.

"Uumm..." he'd painted himself into a corner, "alright, wot's the best time
then?"

"I did these about six o'clock I think, but wot with being Sunday and all
that, `spose we tried about four o'clock?"

"We can always just have a wank in the bushes!" added Martin, his hand
already down the front of his jeans.

"Looks like yer having a wank now!" said Andy grinning.

"Don't think I can right now," replied Martin blushing, "I' done it twice
already this morning and now me knobs gone a bit sore!"

"I'd like to stay and help you rub it, but can't `cause me dad wanted me
back for half eleven," Adam looked at his watch, "I gotta go. Where we
gonna meet then?"

"Wot about on the corner of yer road, then you won't have to carry the
camera far."

"Yeah, great." Adam grinned and got on his bike. "Sort of quarter to four,
the top end of the road, nearest the main road then."

Only now did Andy begin to wonder if he was doing the right
thing. Obviously he wasn't, but having recently had a taste of exposing
himself in the car park the thought of being ensconced in the bushes of the
park with Adam was impossible to resist.

"D'you reckon it'll be alright?" asked Martin.

"I dunno, be a laugh though won't it." Andy smiled. "Who knows, we enjoyed
wanking outside here the other day, so I `spose doing it in the park be
alright!"

"Yeah, I `spose." said Martin. "Did you know dad's stopped me pocket money
for messing up the carpet?"

"Yeah, he said you were a silly bugger doing that. Does he know about Adam
doing it with you?"

"Nah," Martin shook his head, "don't think so."

"Bloody lucky to get away with that. Anyway wot's that gotta do with yer
pocket money?"

"Well, if I was to wash yer car would you pay me?" Martin looked hopefully
at Andy. "I ain't got no money see.. you, you could give me a quid."

"Fuck off! Ain't worth a quid!" replied Andy. "You wash and polish it
properly and I'll give you five bob."

"Bollocks! That ain't a lot."

"That's the deal. D'you want it or not?"

"You mean fucking sod!"

"Correct. But, you wanked over the bloody carpet not me! So, is that a yes
then?"

"Yes, it's a fucking yes!"

"Good. You starting now or later?" Andy grinned. "At least there ain't much
sunshine today so you won't get too hot!"

"Bollocks. I'll do after dinner then."





Two o'clock came. After some twenty minutes Martin had finished the washing
the car and having given it a rudimentary sight of the chamois was standing
back waiting for it to dry completely.

"Wot you doing then?" as per usual, as from nowhere Alfie had magically
appeared.

"Oh." Martin turned to see him standing by the front wing in a white and
blue striped top with what looked like white football shorts. "How d'you
know I was out here?"

"Didn't, just guessed." replied Alfie peering into the bucket. "You washed
it then?"

"Yeah." Martin sniffed. "You been playing football?"

"Yeah, in the park this morning with me two new mates from school, Kenny
and Spunky!"

"Spunky?" Martin grinned on hearing the name. "Why spunky?"

"We thinks he wanks a lot!" Alfie grinned back.

"Like you do!"

"Shut up." Alfie blushed. "You does it!"

"Alright. Anyway I hates football!" Martin grinned. "And, I gotta polish
the car now."

"We'll I'll help if you wants?" Alfie looked up expectantly.

"Well, you could help I `spose." said Martin having guessed all along that
Alfie would jump at the chance. "We'd better sort out the polish and that
stuff, Andy said it was all in the boot."

"Yeah." Alfie's voice tailed off as he instantly flew round to the rear and
lifted up the boot lid.

"I think you should slow down a bit Alfie, there ain't no great rush."

Martin walked round to see him bent over and poking around in the boot. It
wasn't really what Martin wanted to see. The thin white shorts were
stretched over his bottom and did little other than highlight the complete
outline of his small, tight briefs. Martin, like his brother before him had
now also discovered that Alfie could offer sexual gratification in a
delightfully voyeuristic way.

"Can't see no polish." came the voice from deep within the darkened boot."

"I, I, I think, he said it's in a white plastic carrier bag." stuttered
Martin unable to take his eyes off what could only have been the waistband
of Alfie's hipster briefs. Something which only emphasised how small they
were and how large Martin's cock was starting to get.

"Can't see it Mart."

"Well let's have a butchers then." Martin moved to where Alfie had been
standing and bent over.

"Well?"

"Oh, bloody hell, seems to be under the floor of the boot... it's stuck
under the spare wheel.. and it ain't plastic, it's a bloody paper bag!"

"Mart..." Alfie couldn't continue, he had started to giggle.

"Wot?" said Martin emerging with the brown paper carrier bag. "Why you
laughing?"

"It's yer pants!" spluttered Alfie who had immediately mentally compared
them with those of the unfortunate Robin.

"Wot! Why? Wot d'you mean?"

Martin immediately stood up, looking flushed and felt around his waist, his
jeans weren't split or anything. Then he realised the answer was all too
obvious, the waistband being at least two inches above the top of his
jeans.

"They're like wot our Mark used to wear, his mates used to laugh at him
`cause his was so big as well!" chortled Alfie totally unaware he was only
compounding Martin's embarrassment. "They'd joke about going camping and
all sharing 'em as a gert big sleeping bag!"

Martin did his best to smile. "Well, d'you wanna share mine then?"

That did it, Alfie was now leaning on the car in hysterics.

"Come on, stop bloody laughing," said Martin holding the paper bag, "let's
just polish the sodding car, come on pick a cloth."

"Oh.. oh shit! You don't think it's funny do you?" said Alfie almost
immediately realising his mistake as he looked inside the bag.

"Not really. No" said Martin firmly. "Nor would you if you had to wear the
fucking horrible gert things."

"Mart, I'm sorry.. didn't mean to.."

Alfie dried up. Martin was upset and now Alfie was afraid the friendship
was over.

Annoyed with himself and knowing it wasn't really Alfie's comment that had
irritated him, but more the fact he had to wear them at all, Martin went
quiet.

"Mart.." said Alfie, he rubbed his eyes, "Mart... sorry.. didn't mean
to... to.."

"It's nothing to do with you." Martin put his hand on his shoulder. "It's
just one of them things and it's wot me mum buys innit?"

"Wot's mean?" puzzled, Alfie looked up blinking. "One of them things?"

"I mean.." Martin stopped, he had to get off the emotional tack as he
couldn't explain it nor the other changes in his life brought about since
meeting Adam.

"Mean wot?" there was no stalling the enquiring mind.

"I mean.. I mean, so.." it was time to change the subject.

"So?"

The opportunity was irresistible and as such Martin asked what he shouldn't
have even contemplated. "So, so wot... well, wot are you wearing then
Alfie?"

Alfie's face lit up, the friendship looked secure again. Then too Martin's
horror he pulled at the waistband of his white shorts peered down inside.

"Thought so, it's me white ones, why d'you wanna see 'em? They're nice and
tight."

Martin gulped. Of course he wanted to see them, but how to phrase it so he
didn't appear a predator? Maybe just a quick peek, something to recall when
he was in bed that night. Whatever, he did not want to break the trust that
Alfie had obviously placed in him and was already thoroughly regretting
asking in the first place.

"You can see `em, I won't tell nobody." continued Alfie happily. Quite
obviously also now excited at the thought of disporting himself a hand was
now feeling for the non-existent pocket.

"I, I don't know." stuttered Martin, stupidly adding something which would
give him no chance to backtrack. "But Alfie, if you did show me, where
would we do it?"

"Dunno, somewhere." to Alfie that was a minor obstacle. "Look Mart, we
knows we both wanks `cause we said so in yer front garden the other night
and we ain't got no other secrets have we?

"Uumm... no.. no I `spose not." Martin was lost, Alfie appeared to have
taken charge even if his train of logic appeared to have derailed. "We
ain't got no other secrets... Alfie, I dunno wot you mean?"

"Wot I mean is, I'll show you me pants, you show me yours and then that'll
be our secret won't it? D'you see?"  he started to giggle and added very
hopefully. "If we wanted a gert big secret we could show our willies if you
really wants!"

Alfie looked pleased at having suggested they needed a secret to
share. Besides, being very sexually active himself, he needed something to
fantasise about just as much as the older boys did. Since girls were
categorically out of the question, what could be better than visualising
his friend Martin in his Y-fronts with an erection!

"Oh! Wot!" Martin swallowed, from the seemingly innocent Alfie the
proposition was totally unexpected. "But... uumm... uumm..."

"Alfie."

Instantly they both turned to see who it was, Mark was walking up the
pavement towards them.

"Alfie, mum's been looking for you, go and see wot she wants will you."

"Promise you'll think about it?" whispered Alfie to Martin. "You're me
mate."

"Yeah.. alright... I `spose." Martin was amazed that Alfie should have been
so forward for his age in the first place. Nevertheless the temptation was
very real.

"Well piss off and see her then." said Mark to Alfie nudging him in the
back.

"Up yours!" replied Alfie. "Wot's she want?"

"I just said I don't bloody know, so go and bloody find out!"

"Piss off!"

Alfie sauntered off towards the house his hand looking for the missing
pocket to feel his cock, but doing little other than pull the shorts
tighter to emphasise his briefs beneath. Martin's eyes greedily followed
every wiggle of his bottom.

"Now, seeing as we're alone," Mark moved closer, "have you thought about
wot I asked you the other day?"

"Wot was that?" asked Martin slowly, still taken aback at Alfie's
suggestion.

"You know, with me sister," Mark looked furtively around, this was one
conversation he didn't want being overheard, "I've found out a bit more of
wot bits they've got."

"Sorry." Martin returned to the present. "Wot, wot d'you mean, wot bits hey
got?"

"Girls. Wot bits she got between her legs. Her fanny!"

"Oh right.. so wot, wot d'you find out then?" Martin was hard from Alfie's
tantalising proposal, his hand in his pocket rubbing himself as he tried to
refocus on girls.

Just the thought of talking about it and watching Martin's actions had
given Mark the excuse for another erection. Actually he need no excuse
whatsoever! Wearing the same briefs he had so profusely cum in the previous
night it took little to excite him, through his pocket the fingers had
already found their way under the strained elastic to his hot, clammy cock.

"She pulled her skirt up and showed me her knickers, they was all wet
and.."

"Wot, y'mean she'd pissed herself?"

"No, uumm.." Mark paused, for some inexplicable reason he felt as though he
were going cum and yet he'd only been touching it for less than a
minute. "Bloody hell!"

"Hey, are you wanking?" asked Martin, surprised to see so much activity
openly in the pocket and really intending the comment as a joke.

"I'm trying not to!"

"I could as well!" after Alfie's conversation Martin meant it.

"Shut up and let me finish." Mark squeezed his legs together, it wouldn't
be long before there was an unintended accident. "No, `cause when she gets
excited she starts leaking stuff and her knickers is all wet with it, so I
could see wot she had. It's a sorta of gert lump with wot looks a pair of
lips and a few hairs!"

"Wot a sorta moustache on her fanny lips?" Martin pulled a face. "Don't
like the sound of that! The one I saw in a book of dirty pictures didn't
have no hairy lips!"

"Well I don't fucking know do I? I only knows wot I saw!" said Mark closing
his eyes to relive his moist female exploration, "So I pushes me hand
between her legs..."

"Wot when it's all wet, with her hairy fanny lips and all that." said
Martin. "Yuk!"

"Couldn't stop, could I? So her, well her knickers was all.. all like
slimy." replied Mark jerkily, his fingers having finally extricated his
cock so it poked out the side of his briefs allowing him to push the
foreskin up and down through the pocket.

"Fancy a wank? Please?" asked Martin unsure if voicing his desire to
masturbate was because he just wanted to do it in the street with Mark or
because of Mark's graphic description of his sister's anatomy. Or, was it
thoughts of Alfie?

"Yeah! I'm nearly there, come on lets do it," Mark blushed, then
grinned. "do it with me and we'll cum in our pants, out here by the car,
right now!"

"Turn and face the bloody car then, so we ain't seen." replied Martin,
"just pretend yer holding a fucking polishing cloth or something!"

"So me fingers went up inside her.. it was all sorta hot and sticky." Mark
paused, looked around and removing his hand from his pocket pushed it down
the front of his jeans to grab hold of the sticky head of his cock. "I'm
gonna cum!"

"Already! Fucking hell that's quick! Wait for me!" exclaimed Martin
unashamedly pushing his hand down the front of his own jeans to confirm his
briefs were soaked with precum and sliding around over his
cockhead. "Quick, finish telling me about her while I does it!"

"Oh fuck!" Mark's balls were churning, there was no stopping now. "Then,
with me hand up there she sort of... she sprayed a load of slimy stuff over
me and.. and.. oh fuck... fuck... I'm cumming!"

"Bollocks! Hang on, cum with me!" inside his jeans Martin had wrapped the
sodden fly around his cock and was rubbing with a vengeance. "Go on then,
wot she do?"

"Fucking hell!" gasping, Mark was bent double, unseen his hand a blur
inside his jeans. The head of his cock already pulled from the side of
briefs was wildly jerking and shooting strings over the inside of his
jeans.

"Oh fuck! I'm..." exclaimed Martin a second later as he too started to
ejaculate.

"Here! Give us yer hand!"

Mark suddenly grabbed Martins free left hand and forceably guided it down
the front of his jeans. Inside can only be described as what Martin found
to be gloriously hot and fetid, covered in a slimy coating of
spunk. Instantly finding Mark's twitching cock, he began to toy with the
foreskin using the spunk as lubricant. Not to be outdone Mark, immediately
took the opportunity pushing his spunk covered hand down the front of
Martin's jeans to willingly repay the favour. As was always the case the
moment seemed to last for ever, in fact it was barely half a minute at
most. Mark was the first to realise they were still in the middle of the
street.

"Martin, for fucks sake we're a right bloody mess, let's try and look a bit
up together!" Mark pulled his hand rapidly from Martin's jeans and
desperately looked around, praying they had not been seen. "Oh, wot we
done! Wot a fucking mess!"

"Fucking hell, d'you know we just wanked in the fucking street!" Martin
looked pale. The euphoria rapidly evaporating, the fact of what they had
just done sinking in. "We must be fucking mad! We could have been caught."

"Too fucking right we are!" Mark began to smile on realising they hadn't
been seen by anybody. "D'you know that was the first time anybody has ever
touched me cock!"

"Well I've done with it with somebody before." replied Martin, not wishing
to name Adam. "I loves doing it, then walking about when it's all hot
sticky in me pants!"

"I likes than as well...oh bloody hell... look wot I done.. oh fuck!"

The smile had gone from Mark's face and he was looking at his jeans. To the
left side of the fly it was now one great shimmering patch of semen being
the result of ejaculating directly onto the denim after freeing his cock
from his briefs.

"Oh shit! Me too, it musta soaked thorough me pants!" echoed Martin
stooping down for a closer inspection.

"I can't go around in these now," said Mark in horror. "Bollocks, I'll have
to wear me old ones, but the fucking zips gone a bit iffy!"

"Oi, Mark."

They turned to see Alfie hurrying back towards them along the pavement.

"Oh fucking hell, wot's he bloody want now?" said Mark. "I wanna go and
change."

"Well at least you can change, I only got the one pair of jeans!" said
Martin rather unhappily.

"Hey, mum's on the warpath and she wants to see you now." said Alfie
excitedly.

"Why? Wot's she bloody want?"

"She say's `cause of all the unpacking and that, she's behind with the
washing and she wants all yer school clothes to wash 'em ready for next
week."

"Wot?" Mark felt a cold chill run up his back. "Is that wot she sent you
out here to tell me?"

"Yeah, she just made me give her all mine, she says she's looked in the
bedroom and she can't find any of the clothes you was wearing last week."
Alfie stopped to get his breath. "She even looked under yer bed and now
she's gone all mad!"

"Bloody hell!" Mark looked anxious. "She's been looking in the bedroom! Oh
fuck!"

"Yeah, she also wants them new trousers to press 'em." babbled Alfie
excitedly. "And, she said I gotta tell you if you ain't been changing yer
clothes every day to go to school you're for it `cause she says she's told
you off before about that!"

Martin smiled to himself, plainly his mother wasn't the only one who took a
fanatical pride in her offspring's appearance whether they wanted it or
not!

"Oh fuck!" Martin looked white, he looked at Alfie. "Where's dad?"

"I think he's had enough and he's hiding in the garage!" Alfie grinned and
added. "Wouldn't you?"

If only Mark could. Instead he was thinking of the new trousers thrown on
top of the wardrobe, petrified that his cursory rubbing of the heavily
spunk impregnated material with toilet paper and cold soapy water might not
have done a sufficiently good job the previous evening. As indeed it had
not. And, as any self-respecting sexually active school boy would confirm
the only way to remove fresh semen from school trousers was with a washing
machine, any other method merely distributed it around. As for the rest of
his uniform, after continual wear and being splattered with Sophie's juices
the white shirt now had a filthy collar, matching cuffs and yellow
stains. The socks had managed a smelly third day as had his underpants,
which had absorbed so much spunk and bodily deposits they could be smelt
across the room!

"Oh fuck! Mart, I gotta go. Oh fuck!" reiterated Mark knowing there was no
escape. He slowly turned and walked very awkwardly up the pavement, his
cock sticking to his wet briefs as he attempted to cover the impossibly
large wet patch on his jeans.

"Does she go mad then, your mum?" asked Martin.

"Yeah, with him! She goes mental don't she? Always has, `cause he don't
never change his clothes and all that do he?" Alfie giggled. "Bet we'll
hear her shouting and going on at him even when we's out here!"

"Oh. Well we'd better listen out." Martin passed Alfie a polishing cloth,
managing to keep wet his jeans out of sight. "But, now yer back lets get on
with this again then."

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Chap 28 to follow