Date: Wed, 25 Nov 2015 09:03:46 +0000
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: LabTech Chapter 31

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 31 – A glimpse into the future

"You alright, you don't seem very happy? I'd thought you'd be all excited
at wot we're gonna do when we gets to the park. So wot's up with you?"

"I'm alright."

Andy sounded rather flat, he stared through the windscreen at the road
ahead. Of course he wasn't alright at all. The in-depth talk with his
father about his chosen lifestyle combined with his infatuation of Adam,
meant he again felt very unsettled.

Quite how he was going to keep his hands off Adam in front of his brother
when they were supposed to be merely friends he had no idea. Worse, he knew
that should Adam start to lead him on he would probably find the temptation
too hard to resist, which would in turn raise Martin's suspicions as to who
his best friend really wanted to be with. All altogether it added up to
Andy desperately wishing he had never let himself be talked into
accompanying them to the park in the first place.

"Come on tell me, wot's up then?" Martin turned to look at him. "You was
all for this a day ago, so wot's happened in between?"

"I had a chat with dad this morning while you and mum were out."

"Ah. Oh, shit! So wot did he have to say then?"

"Well it seems mum can't accept that I'm queer, she's convinced herself I'm
gonna get married and have lots of kids."

"Oh fuck!" Martin made a face. "Can't dad do nothing with her, he's always
got the answer to everything."

"Not this one he ain't. So I don't know wot's gonna happen really." Andy
glanced in the rear mirror as he prepared to turn off the main road. "Then
we talked about, well... uumm, well about me and uumm.. how I was coping
with it all."

"Oh I see." to be honest, Martin didn't see and didn't really know what to
say next.

"Anyway shut up about it all now, `cause ain't this the road where Adam
lives?" said Andy only too pleased to change the subject as he pulled off
the main road.

"Yeah, oh look, there he is, see, just walking up to the corner." Martin
pointed excitedly through the windscreen. "He's on time, he must be keen!"

"He would be, wouldn't he."

Andy pulled into the kerb, doing his very best to pretend he was not in any
way fixated with Adam, which in itself wasn't easy in his somewhat
emotional state. If only he could have put the whole thing off, but Martin
wouldn't hear of it.

"You get in the back then." Martin jumped out of the car and pulled the
front seat forward to allow Adam in.

"You two alright then?" asked Adam excitedly. "I been looking forward to
this since yesterday."

"Sort of." replied Andy hoping he sounded relatively normal, he adjusted
the rear mirror prior to pulling out from the kerb, Adam appeared in view.

"Yeah, I have," Martin grinned at Adam, "you got yer camera and all that
then?"

"Course I have and I'll tell you wot else I got!"

"Well, wot?" asked Martin grinned. "A gert hard on, `cause I have!"

"Oh yeah, got one of them, but I ain't got no pants on! Thought it'll be
quicker to hide me cock if somebody gets too close when we're in the
bushes!"

"Don't yer jeans cut into yer dangly bits without yer pants on?" asked
Andy, finding himself already offering only token resistance to Adam's
charms.

"Sort of," Adam laughed, "and it makes the end of me knob feel all funny
when it rubs on the inside of me zip!"

"Cor, fucking hell, I should take mine off as well then!" Martin
immediately felt for the button on his jeans, who once teamed up with Adam
had no inhibitions at all.

"Well don't for fucks sake do it now while I'm driving!" exclaimed Andy
reaching over to slap Martin's eager hand. "Bloody hell Mart, if yer gonna
do it at least wait till we fucking gets there!"

Adam was laughing. "Go on, let him do it."

"But `spose we get stopped or something, he'll be sat there with his willy
out!" replied Andy who at that moment chose to check the rear view mirror
only to see Adam in it who proceeded to wink at him. "Oh fuck!"

"Andy go on, let him do it, `cause I wanna see his willy!" repeated Adam,
who pouting his lips he blew Andy a kiss in the mirror!

"Alright, but be fucking quick!" replied Andy, now reduced to a state of
negative resistance and effectively putty in Adam's hands. Very aroused he
didn't know what he could do to quell his lust for Adam other than offer
him his anal tract, which unfortunately was still not entirely healed from
the episode with the screwdriver!

So, with Adam excitedly leaning over the back of the seat and watching very
closely, Martin immediately unzipped his jeans and surprised everybody by
displaying some very new looking white briefs without a single stain in
sight.

"Fuck, where d'you get them?" asked Andy. "They new, they're too clean for
you!"

"I found 'em at the back of me drawer, I think they just got shoved back
there and forgotten." replied Martin kicking his shoes off and reaching to
unfasten his jeans. "Pity we can't forget white bleeding pants altogether
and get something better."

"Just pull 'em down to yer knees first," said Adam suddenly leaning forward
over the back of the seat and pointing his camera, "I gotta a thirty-six
shot film so we got plenty of room, I gotta get some pics of this!"

Finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate on driving Andy spent the
next few minutes looking between Martin's erection and the road ahead. Adam
took several pictures of Martin posing both in and out of his briefs, not
to mention a couple of full frame pictures of his throbbing
cock. Understandably by the time they arrived at the park all three were
incredibly hard with patched of precum to prove it. Inevitably Andy had
found his will power had totally deserted him, leaving him more than
susceptible to anything that Adam suggested.

"Right come on then, lets go up to bit where the blokes meet." said Martin
jumping out the car and onto the pavement, immediately grabbing at his
cock. "Fucking hell! Me jeans don't half feel rough on me balls!"

"You just wait till they goes up yer crack!" added Adam giggling and
following him out of the car clutching his camera. "You'll feel like yer
being cut in half!"

"Bloody hell Mart," called out Andy from the car, "come back yer, at least
hide yer pants and don't leave 'em on display. You do it, `cause I ain't
touching `em!"

"Sod off!"

Martin bent down to find that Adam's prophesy was undeniably correct. The
rough seam of his jeans really cut into him as he scrabbled around on the
floor of the car to hide the offending briefs under the front seat.

"Nice." Adam moved to stand right behind Martin and pushed himself firmly
against his bottom.

Andy looked on, wishing it were him that Adam was up against. He wasn't
sure what had happened on the journey, the only thing he was sure of was
that all three of them were now totally obsessed with each others bodies
and the word inhibition didn't exist. Contrary to his usual feelings of
guilt for lusting after younger boys this time he didn't care and really
wanted Adam, although was unable to give himself a reason for his mood
swing.

"Right, follow me, I'll show you the place." Adam set off through the main
gate and down the main avenue towards the point where various paths split
off to the different areas of the park.

As they passed by the gentleman's toilet, what appeared to them to be an
older man who was hanging around by the entrance smoking, decided to
pretend to be going inside. Not though before he had taken full advantage
of the superlative show of straining teenage erections encased in badly
fitting jeans, his eyes greedily followed them along the path. Adam for his
part, knew instantly that the man was opportuning, just in fact as he used
to do when he was at the boarding school. Despite Adam trying to look
straight ahead, the man managed to catch his eye as he passed which
immediately caused him to flush with guilt, the subtle point was though
lost on Andy and Martin.

"Is it far?" asked Martin, trying to realign his cock through the pocket
from the rough seams inside his jeans. "Me cocks gonna be rubbed raw like
this!"

"You silly fucker I told you not to take yer pants off!" said Andy. "Wot
d'you expect!"

"Piss off, bloody clever clogs!"

"Nah, only a couple of hundred yards, look see them gert clumps of bamboo,
it's just up there." said Adam pointing up the slope.

"Hang on, wot we gonna do if there's somebody's there already then?" Martin
stopped. "I don't want no old bloke playing with me."

"We'll just bloody walk on won't we?" said Andy. "There's that other
entrance into the park up there somewhere ain't there, so we can just walk
out of the place."

"Oh yeah, I `spose yer right." Martin sounded happier once the threat of
being accosted by the older generation had receded. "Yeah, course."

"Course if somebody comes and catches us doing something that's different
innit? Then wot we gonna do?" continued Andy knowing that Martin was
already becoming worried about performing in public.

"Wot! Oh fuck, no! Wot!" exclaimed Martin instantly visualising their cosy
mutual masturbation threesome being enjoined by salacious sex starved
geriatrics in long dirty raincoats. "Fuck, wot would we do?"

"Well I dunno." replied Andy, highly amused at Martin's reaction. "I `spose
we could always compare cocks!"

Adam started to laugh and Martin slowly smiled. "You silly bugger."

"Right, well here we are, see?" Adam indicated to a large clump of bamboo
with a natural hollow to one side, "Just get inside of this and nobody can
see you, it's dead close to where I got them pictures."

"So wot do we do now then?" asked Martin rather lamely. "Now we're here."

"I think you two should get yer cocks out and wank each other off." Andy
grinned, his briefs already wet. "But, first Adam's gotta show me how to
work his camera."

"Oh yeah, that would help wouldn't it!"

"I've used me dad's camera, so I can focus it and all that, but can't
remember about them F number things," Andy looked at the camera, "so if you
sets it for a sorta average picture I can manage the rest."

"Right, see I got the telephoto on it ready, so all you gotta do is focus
it with that ring thing, then that's the shutter button and that's the film
wind-on," said Adam pointing out the controls, "I think if I sets it for
good old F eight at one-twenty-fifth it should be fine."

"Wot?" Martin looked lost, he was when it came to photography.

"Good, reckon I can mange that, now well I'll go... uumm, where?" Andy
looked round for a suitable place. "Wot about... ah, I'll go over there in
that gert thick bush thing and pretend to be watcher."

"Wanker you means!" Martin grinned.

"So's you!"

"Yeah, that's more or less wot I did." Adam turned to Martin. "Come on then
Mart stop fucking going on and wittering, lets get on with it or I'm gonna
cum in me jeans, we'll unzip each other first."

"Right, but let me get in yer first!" replied Andy moving towards the
bush. In a strangely sub-conscious way to be able to hide in the bush made
him quite relieved since he would be physically apart from Adam and further
removed from very real temptation to grope him.

"It's safe is it?" Martin looked slowly, if rather apprehensively around,
"Bloody hell I can't see Andy, is he really hiding in that gert bush."

"Yes, he fucking is and it's all prickly! So hurry up and get wanking!"
said the bush.

"Come on!"

Adam made a grab for Martin's zip which was soon mirrored and a minute
later both were standing there laughing as they felt each others erections
poking from their jeans. Andy, hidden by the bush had unfastened his jeans
and let them fall to the ground. Pushing his left hand inside his wet
briefs he began slowly stroking the head of his cock hoping he could hold
back long enough so he could masturbate to a climax along with the others.

Within seconds matters taken a more erotic turn as Martin, wishing to
practice his new found oral skills had knelt down in front of Adam and was
savouring the precum that was oozing into his foreskin. Finding access
somewhat constrained Martin continued to slurp whilst slowly unbuttoning
Adam's jeans which immediately fell around his ankles. Once started, there
was definitely nothing shy about Martin's approach and just to confirm the
fact he had started working one hand around to tentatively trace a finger
between Adam's buttocks.

With occasional help from his sticky left hand Andy was only experiencing
slight difficulties in operating the camera. Nevertheless he had
successfully taken a few pictures, the telephoto lens beautifully capturing
his brothers slavering mouth and Adam's shaft, glistening with
saliva. Naturally he was inspired by such a view and matters were rapidly
coming to head inside his Y-fronts, with an even larger wet patch adjacent
to his cock head.

There was absolutely no question that as far as Andy's voyeuristic
photographic skills were concerned, things were going fantastically
well. The sexual tableau was about to be brought to a shuddering climax
when Martin unfastened his own jeans allowing his sorely abused cock to
twang into view. Frantically grabbing at it and rubbing the reddened skin
without mercy, it took only moments before semen was gushing over his hand
and falling in globules inside his jeans.

The sight of which instantly brought Adam to a gloriously productive
orgasm. Without really thinking he pulled Martin's head towards him,
forcing his cock way down the back of his throat causing him to gag and
gasp for air. Luckily, Martin managed to just break free from Adam's hold
as the pulsating organ started to squirt enormous quantities of semen over
his unsuspecting tonsils. Almost choking he managed to pull it from his
mouth, only to discover his face was now the target for the seemingly
endless deluge of semen shooting from the cock jerking wildly in front of
him. However, there was to be some very messy payback since Martin, having
narrowly avoided retching was alternating between coughing and spitting out
the unwanted infusion of semen back in the direction of Adam.

The pair were indeed a very sorry sight. Adam, his clothes splattered with
his own regurgitated emissions and Martin with his eyes tightly closed
against the ingress of semen, dripping with the excess of Adam's colossal
discharge. Plus, the balance of his own emanations soaking into his jeans,
undoubtedly laying the foundation for yet another laundry based altercation
with his mother.

"Fucking hell, Andy!" exclaimed Adam on hearing footsteps from behind. "I
hope you got some pictures of all that, `cause we can't fucking repeat it!"

However, Andy couldn't answer as he hadn't heard the question. Instead he
stared out through the leaves of the bush in a daze, his jeans around his
feet and his own briefs fully laden with the hot semen.

"Alright to join you kid?"

"Wot?" replied Adam still somewhat preoccupied with his spunk splattered
clothes.

Something resembling an oversize wrinkly, uncircumcised Bratwurst sausage
slowly hove into view, not just in the corner of Adam's eye, but filling
it. It certainly didn't belong to Andy who was nowhere near that well
endowed, being in the comparative world of the sausage, more in the order
of a circumcised chipolata.

"Wot the fuck!"

Adam looked horrified. Slowing he turned in disbelief and found himself
confronted by nine inches of gnarled flesh protruding from some dingy, pee
stained, drooping underpants, framed by the hairiest of hairy overhanging
stomachs. The organ twitched menacingly in his direction, the bubble on the
piss slit glinted in the sunlight as the owner slowly and deliberately
retracted the excess of foreskin.

Of course, it belonged to the very man who had earlier been importuning
outside the gentleman's toilet. Except now he was no longer importuning,
but firmly set on reaching ejaculation with the teenage boys as fast as he
could. Having been virtually a founder member of the park's homosexual
habitués he knew all the vantage points and had been masturbating whilst
watching the boys from the safety of other side of the path. Quite simply,
it was just that he found the idea of joining in with teenage boys utterly
irresistible and it reminded him so much of his own dissipated youth. He
genuinely meant the boys no harm, his main desire being to once again hold
a short length of throbbing, sticky teenage cock. Though of course, to Andy
and the others his very appearance spelt out all that their parents had
drummed into them about being accosted by what was commonly termed, dirty
old men.

The sad truth of the matter was that he was well past his sell-by date when
it came to picking up men. The days when young men would clamour to sit
astride his once blemish free organ for a colossal semen enema were long
gone. The fate of the aging homosexual was lamentable, living alone, his
figure and good looks having deserted him, now reduced to hanging around
public toilets, where if he were lucky he might get to masturbate with
somebody. Anybody in fact. Himself.

Andy was absolutely appalled. Appalled, not so much at the fact the man had
crept up on the boys, but far more that after his talk with his father the
sight of the older man gave a very unwelcome glimpse into the future. Was
this man a premonition of what he would be reduced to if he pursued the
homosexual life? Was it the level of degradation than an desperate, aging
homosexual would sink? It was unthinkable.

Adam was still unable to comprehend where the man had suddenly appeared
from and just stood there speechless, his own cock slowing drooping to
point to earth with an enormous blob of spunk hanging from the end.

"Wot's fucking going on?" exclaimed Martin shakily standing up whilst still
trying to rub Adam's supremely glutenous semen from his eyes in the hope of
at least being able to see something. "Will somebody fucking tell me wot's
fucking happening!"

Adam remained speechless. The older man stared longingly at Adam's cock.

In the bush Andy had put all thoughts of the future out of his mind and was
trying to pull up and fasten his jeans before making his appearance to
remonstrate with the stranger. However, in his haste all he had succeeded
in doing was to squish semen around so that it now covered the front of his
jeans and was escaping from his overburdened briefs to slither down between
his legs. Desperate to confront the man and assist the obviously worried
younger boys he abandoned the battle of fastening the metal button of his
jeans with such slippery fingers. Holding onto the two halves of the
waistband with one hand and grabbing the camera in the other it was time to
break free from the confines of the bush and confront the man.

"You and me's the same, we both know it, I was like you once," whispered
the man to Adam with tobacco scented breath, "you know I ain't gonna hurt
you, I just want to have a wank with you."

Adam gulped and finally mouthed the words. "Fuck off!"

Unconcerned the man continued to energetically rub the entire length of his
weeping cock as he looked longingly between Adam and Martin's drooping
organs. "Those other two boys ain't like you are they? Because you're a
special boy just like I was. You come here anytime and I'll give you a
blow-job like you'll never get from them kids at school!"

"Who the fucks this!" cried Martin in a literal state of blind panic on
hearing the strange voice. "For fuck's sake Adam who is it? Why's he
talking about blow-jobs?"

"We both know we're queer don't we?"

It very astutely summed the situation up. Adam the sexual predator was now
the victim. The truth was deep down he really wasn't sure he objected
either and had already sensed that the man meant no harm.




Peter had been to Sunday lunch with his parents who lived only a couple of
miles away from his flat. Since the weather had looked as though it were
improving at the end of the morning he had walked to their house and was
now on his way back.

Living himself only some ten minutes from the park, he often used the
bamboo lined walk as a shortcut through to the other exit, knowing that
sometimes it could afford a few pleasant surprises, not to say
opportunities. As ever, he approached the top of the path from the gate
with some caution, knowing from experience that a silent entrance could
yield something well worth seeing, possibly even joining in with!

Peering down the slight slope he was delighted to see his wish answered
with sight of a group of three figures standing in the shelter of the
bamboo, a spot he had on occasion frequented himself. Being too far away to
make out any real detail of who was doing what to whom, he brought part two
of the voyeuristic operation into play. That entailed not walking down the
main path itself, but basically creeping along behind the large bushes to
the left of it, to arrive within some thirty yards of the sexual
miscreants. Standing there amongst the plethora of discarded tissues and
even a pair of rather shredded underpants it offered Peter a truly
excellent view of the proceedings.

"Oh bloody hell, it's that old wanker Harry with them young boys!" he said
to himself taking a second look. "He'll scare 'em to death with that bloody
great cock of his!"

There was no mistake. Indeed, it really was the old wanker Harry, his
oversize cock already on display and quite liable to frighten any horses
should they catch sight.

Harry was someone that Peter didn't particularly want to meet. Peter being
a local had indulged Harry on several occasions when first starting out on
the homosexual pathway. In fact embarrassingly, he had been desperate
enough to partake in mutual abuse with him one rainy Saturday after too
liberal a lunchtime libation only a few months earlier. Harry for his part,
was known by the local homosexual community as being perfectly harmless,
but possessing a voracious capacity for masturbation. To many who
frequented the toilet it seemed he had virtually spent his entire life
there just watching and masturbating, which indeed he had!

"Fuck! Fuck! " cried Martin, approaching a state of apologetic blind
distress as he frantically rubbed his eyes. "I still can't open me fucking
eyes! Fuck, I'm going fucking blind, it ain't no fucking joke about wanking
is it!"

"Mart it's alright, it ain't wanking that's done it, it's only `cause yer
fucking eyelashes is stuck with cum, they just needs a wash, don't bloody
worry."

Adam had hoped to sound unflustered, but he didn't and the obvious panic in
his voice didn't help Martin's state of mind. Things were far from alright
since Harry's penile activity was increasing. Whatever, it would be
difficult for Adam to run away with his jeans around his ankles.

"Come here, you want this, but you don't want to ask, do you?"

Harry moved to stand in front of Adam and snatched his hand to place it on
his enormous cock. Adam blushed and offered absolutely no resistance, his
fingers quickly finding they couldn't encircle the large shaft, but could
easily travel it's length.

"Go on, spit on it and rub me off!" hissed Harry leaning slightly forward
to cup the sticky head Adam's cock in his hand and squeeze it rhythmically.

Hearing that Martin had a minor brainstorm, spitting on his fingers he
rubbed his eyelashes finally allowing one eye to partially open.

"I can see!" he cried blinking the one eye in the light. "Who the fucks
he?"

Adam's cock had quickly risen to the occasion in Harry's hand. Now proudly
erect it was being coaxed into ejaculating again, Adam was plainly not
objecting. Harry conversely, didn't need any coaxing as it had been quite
some time since an attractive teenage boy had done him the honours, so much
so that he was already oozing more precum than Adam could usefully use as
lubricant.

"Adam! Wot the fuck are you doing?" shouted Martin being genuinely shocked
on seeing the fuzzy image of what he thought was Adam being forced to
attend to the older man.

"Adam! Adam?" said Peter to himself putting two and two together in the
bushes, surely wasn't Adam the name of Andy's younger friend? And, didn't
this Adam just call the other boy Mart? Wasn't Andy's younger brother
called Martin?

"Fuck off and leave him alone you dirty fucking old queer!" screamed
Martin.

The truth was that Harry didn't want to fuck off, since he was actually far
more concerned that Adam should complete the task in hand, especially since
he was only seconds away from what promised to be another one of his fabled
monster orgasms.

"I said fucking leave him alone!" Martin screamed again. Only this time to
emphasize his anger he lunged forward hoping to push Adam free from the
piteous Harry, not realising that Adam didn't particularly want to be
separated from Harry's appendage.

Just to compound matters, neither did Martin see that Adam was already
moving sideways. In Adam's considerable and messy experience of such
matters, he had learnt that if a large cock was about to explode it was
always wise to move out of the line of fire. Poor Martin thought he was
stepping forward to rescue his friend, only to discover that with his jeans
tangled around his feet any controlled movement was not an option. Thus
with a strangulated cry he spiralled earthwards to crash face down in the
dirt between Adam and Harry's feet.

Harry wasn't immediately interested in Martin's fate, the fact he was being
brought off for the first time in years by a delightfully forward and very
compliant teenager was all that counted. His jubilation took the form of
manually completing Adam's work to erupt in an absolutely stupendous
torrent of spunk, spraying fourth in all directions, despite being
nominally directed towards Adam.

Sadly though it was Martin who was to bear the brunt of the opalescent
barrage. Gravity decreed that fresh, hot, spunky droplets must fall to
earth and since Martin was lying on the earth between them he was to be the
incumbent recipient. Having been somewhat shaken after his most
inauspicious fall, he had started writhing around in the dirt in an attempt
to extricate his legs from the tangled jeans to stand up. Finally, after
much swearing he managed to shakily totter to his feet, albeit with only
one leg in his jeans and his shrunken cock looking nowhere as impressive as
it had been only minutes before.

Only then did he become aware of the magnitude of Harry's colossal, slimy
contribution and confirm that if semen had but one attribute, it was the
ability to rival superglue or more accurately, to stick like shit to a
blanket! Having previously ejaculated over himself whilst on his knees and
then been further doused by Adam, to be drenched by Harry's replica
fire-hose and yet still be unaware that he was literally covered in dirt
was hard to believe, nevertheless true since he still couldn't see very
much. In fact there was so much dirt and dusty soil stuck to his body,
stomach and pubic hair that he could have cultured mushrooms in it!

"Wot the fucks going on, who the fuck are you?"

It was Andy's voice and it sounded very angry. Martin breathed a sigh of
relief, at least it appeared something was happening to extricate them from
the dire situation, even if the voice did appear to emanate from the
talking bush.

"Fuck off you old queer, you fucking leave them alone! Now fucking fuck
off!"

Whilst actually quite scared of the visitor Andy desperately tried to sound
in control when he burst forth from his bush, one hand holding his jeans up
and the other with the camera. It didn't look very dignified, in fact quite
the reverse.

By now Peter really couldn't believe what he was seeing. First, Harry had
apparently accosted two teenage boys and then virtually drowned one of them
with his famed ejaculation. A fact that in itself brought back memories to
Peter of being young and foolish enough to give Harry a blow job, but only
just the once! Far more perplexing was who should suddenly appear from the
inside of a large bush wielding a camera to remonstrate with Harry for
apparently molesting the boys, but Andy!

"Andy, help me I'm going fucking blind!" moaned Martin in despair, his
other eyelash resolutely stuck together with Adam's spunk.

"It's all that wanking!" muttered Adam again, seeing how ridiculous the
situation was and knowing that Harry offered no threat whatsoever.

"I said, fuck off you old queer, fucking leave `em or I'll call the fucking
police!" shouted Andy unaware of the magnificent irony of his threat.

Peter laughed to himself, nobody could write a script this good. But, then
he looked again and saw that Andy had a camera? A camera? Peter cast his
mind back to when he had first met Tim in much the same spot and they had
heard the clicks of a camera shutter. However, there was no time to dwell
on the matter since Andy had now bravely started to vocalise and
gesticulate in no uncertain terms that Harry should move on or as Andy
tactfully phrased it, "To fuck off out of it you old queer!".

However, despite all the varied entertainment it came down to Sodt's Law
which dictated that with such a bravura performance there could only be one
final act.

Rather unhappily, Harry had eventually taken the none too subtle hint to
leave Adam's delightful body alone. Managing to whisper something before
shuffling slowly off whilst wrestling to get his dripping monster appendage
back inside his liberally stained underpants. Wobblingly vertical, Martin
totally unaware that he looked as though he were a coal miner, still pawing
at his unseeing eye he gave every impression that he was unquestionably
stressed out and very close to tears.

Adam was rendered speechless and staring at the fronds of spunk that were
hanging off his body, unable to believe that one old bloke was capable of
producing so much.

And, finally adding to Peter's visual delight there was Andy. Who, so very
pleased with himself and basking in the credit for scaring off the odious
Harry had become so excited that he had actually succeeded he raised his
arms to wave and chase him away, which was of course a big mistake. Since
without support the unfastened jeans rapidly descended along with his soggy
Y-fronts to leave him standing in the middle of the path with his shrunken
cocking dangling before him feeling like a complete idiot.

With Harry retreating over the horizon to the safety of his favoured public
toilet, Peter concluded he had never seen anything like it and watched in
further amazement as the three did their best to make themselves look
presentable. A very difficult task indeed, especially for the boy Peter
assumed to be Andy's brother who had finally realised that adhesive power
of dirt and semen was heap powerful stuff. Even at that distance he was
plainly in something of a highly charged cataclysmic state and began
remonstrating to the others over his dreadful appearance and what
terrifying consequences lay ahead on returning home.

The big question was of course, just how were they going to make themselves
presentable to return home? For Adam is wasn't that much of a problem with
his parents, but for Andy and particularly Martin who knew their laundry
obsessed mother's views on unmentionable stains they dreaded it.

In Martin's case, after his recent humiliating carpet episode he really,
really didn't want to go home to face her at all. The only viable option
appeared to be suicide.

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Chap 32 to follow