Date: Tue, 22 Dec 2015 16:49:13 +0000
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: LabTech Chapter 33

The Lab Technician

Authors note: Usual caveats and warning apply, read this at your own risk,
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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
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>>>>> Wow.... this is a special non-Christmas edition, but should Santa
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Have good one, whatever it may be!

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Chapter 33 – Parlez-vous Francais?


"So what d'you get up to over the weekend, anything exciting?"

"Uumm.." Andy scratched his head and stirred the mug of coffee again.

"That exciting was it?" said Peter. "Nothing naughty, you do surprise me."

"Well, I got very brave and," Andy looked up smiling, very proud of his
achievement, "I went into town and bought some of them little coloured
briefs."

"Bloody hell, good boy."

"It was bloody awful, the place was full of women and I'm sure they was all
laughing at me."

"Don't worry about that, it's always the same, it seems men never buy their
own clothes and it's always their wives or they're buying stuff for the
kids."

"Don't I know it, me mums been buying those bloody awful Y-fronts ever
since I can remember, it's all I've ever had."

"Be a bit of a shock for her, what did she say when you turned up with
those then?"

"Ah, well y'see that's where it all went wrong." replied Andy who then
continued to relay the sad saga of the spaghetti Bolognese.

"Bit naughty of her taking it out on you wasn't it? Is she always like
that?"

"Not really, no. I think something else had pissed her to begin with and I
was the excuse to let rip. We all know she's got a very short temper and
that don't help."

"Oh, I see, well sort of." it crossed Peter's mind there might be more to
the story.

Andy wondered whether to continue. "Anyway her doing that really fucking
embarrassed me, so I walked out and then dad followed `cause he could see I
wasn't right and he was bloody annoyed with her. We ended up having another
long chat about, well y'know, about me being queer."

"I'm sorry, you should have said, I didn't mean to pry."

"Don't matter, I know you won't say nothing, other than maybe to
Tim. Anyway, it was good talking to dad, `cause he's accepted I'm queer and
wants to help if he can. See, trouble is mum don't accept it at all."

"Oh, so, so what does that mean?" Peter looked at him quizzically. "Go on."

"She's convinced herself I'm not queer and never will be, she says it's
just a phase and I'll be looking for a nice girlfriend any minute."

"Oh shit, that's a bit tricky."

"Yeah well, oh fuck," Andy looked away, "Pete look, I've had enough of all
this bloody stuff right now, please lets' talk about something else."

"Of course. We've got five minutes, so here's a total change of subject."
Peter grinned, wondering what the reaction would be. "Are you any good with
a camera?"

"Wot! Why? Well I ain't got one, but I've used me dad's." Andy flushed and
looked very guilty. "Why, why d'you ask?"

"I walked over to see my parents for Sunday lunch and on the way back I
took my usual short cut through the park," he paused ostensibly to swig the
end of the coffee, "and in the distance I could have sworn I saw you
holding a camera with a couple of other blokes just leaving the park."

Still flushed, Andy gulped and finally managed to splutter. "You, you
did.."

"Well, obviously I could have been mistaken at that distance, but just for
a moment I really did think it was you." Peter thought it best to imply he
had only seen the finale and had missed the main performance. "Probably
wasn't of course... was it?"

"Oh.." shocked at the thought of what else Peter might have seen Andy was
totally unsure what to reply, although his bright red face spoke
volumes. "I uumm.."

At that moment there was knock on the door, Peter looked round. "Yes, come
in."

Smiling, Tim put his head around the door. "Thought I'd better knock, not
that I didn't want to catch you doing something you shouldn't!"

"Very wise too!" Peter grinned.

"Are you alright," Tim took a second look at Andy, "you do look a bit
flushed."

"Fine, fine just a bit stuffy, they uumm, they haven't fixed the bloody
window yet."

"Listen Pete, seems I've got to take some third year class, 3D or 3B or
something after the break as Mr Davis is off." said Tim. "I gather they're
doing basic electrical circuits so could you arrange to let me have some
meters and all that sort of stuff for the start of the lesson?"

"Sure," said Peter, "you can sort that out can't you Andy?"

"Yeah, of course. I'll drop them in right at the beginning." Andy smiled,
he liked going into the labs during a class.

"Please. That'll be good." replied Tim.

With that the lesson bell rang, Tim went off to find his class leaving
Peter attending to some chemical preparation whilst Andy busied himself
sorting out the electrical equipment and piling it onto a large tray.

"Oh good," said Tim on seeing Andy enter the lab, "would you be able to nip
round and distribute them to the various benches?"

"Of course, the usual three meters to a bench of six?" asked Andy already
heading for the front bench.

"Please, that's correct isn't it three between six? Thanks."

"Yeah, that's what usually happens."

With six boys seated on stools to each long bench and the majority having
taken their blazers off when they entered the lab, it meant that with white
shirts stretched tightly over their young bodies there was more than a
chance that some underwear would be on display. Indeed, Andy's chances of
such sightings were greatly increased since he purposely distributed the
equipment from behind and between the boys, not from the front.

Of the six long benches in the lab, five were fully occupied and by the
time Andy had reached the end of bench three he was pretty well erect
beneath his lab coat. The taught white shirts revealed a quick tally of
some seven instances of the ubiquitous Y-front waistband, at least three
boys wearing vests and several other unidentifiable white briefs showing
though. The fourth bench yielded the most exciting sight of a boy who wore
not only a vest, but tucked it along with his shirt into the waistband of
some Wolsey X briefs which came way up above his trousers meaning that Andy
had to go back to check he had given out the correct equipment.

By the time he reached the back row and saw yet another pair of Wolsey
briefs he really was very aroused and considering the possibility of
obtaining some hand relief in the toilet. With only one pair of boys left
at the end of the bench awaiting their equipment he moved along and then
stopped dead, it was a sight that looked all too familiar. The large
Y-fronts stretched way up the boys back from the oversize grey trousers
that gaped invitingly where the shirt had pulled from around the
waistband. Robin sat on the end of the bench, had on seeing Andy when he
first entered the laboratory deliberately kept out of sight, he now looked
up grinning as Andy moved behind him, the white coat actually brushing the
exposed briefs as he passed.

Andy gulped and with a slight tremble proffered the meter and it's leads to
Robin.

"Thanks." whispered Robin smiling very confidently, quickly pushing
something into Andy's coat pocket as he passed. "Something for you in
return."

"Right." Andy's voice had all but dried up, his legs felt very wobbly, he
knew what was contained in Robin's trousers and that it was pure bedtime
fantasy material.

Managing a very weak smile as he passed Tim, he headed out of the room as
fast as he decently could, aiming to get to the toilets to try to compose
himself.

Shocked at his own reaction and desires on being close to Robin he leaned
back against the washbasin and tried very unsuccessfully to take stock of
his situation. Why was he forever surrounded by temptation in the form of
younger boys from Alfie to Adam, but never one of his own age that he need
not feel guilty about? His guilt wasn't helped when he remembered that
something had been pushed in his pocket by Robin. Frantically searching
through his coat he found a crumpled piece of paper which he spread with
shaking hands out against the wall and nervously prepared to read it. A
fragment hurriedly torn from an exercise book, it was covered in spidery
writing from what appeared to be a rather leaky fountain pen, the smudged
royal blue ink spoke for Robin loud and clear, just as if he were right
there beside him.

"I knows you cum in yer pants over me the other morning in the car and I
knows we're both queer. Can we meet and do something? I keeps thinking of
you in bed. Please. Love Robin."

"Love Robin!" Andy leant back against the wall really quite shocked. "Love!
Oh fucking hell!"



A couple of corridors and a flight of stairs away from the science block Mr
Harris' last class of the morning was making very slow progress. French was
a subject which very often produced many natural linguists, at other times
the pupil mix in the class would render it bereft of enthusiasm or
talent. And so it was, with not one budding linguist in the entire class
leaving even Mr Harris' normal easy going manner faced with the daunting,
not to say impossible prospect of instilling French grammar into the
totally uninterested.

"Right you lot." Mr Harris faced the class. "I want to try something that
will get you away from the text book and make you put some of your wasted
lessons to work."

"Oh Sir, that's a bit much, we can't help it if we ain't no good at French
can we?" called out Roger from the back of the class.

"It doesn't sound as if you ain't no good at English either, does it!" that
brought some laughter.

"Now listen," he continued, "what I want you to do is very simple. Since
the desks here are arranged in pairs all I want you to make up a short
conversation between the two of you. You each have to say four things in a
French conversation, some of you will remember we tried this last term
quite successfully and it helped to get over the hurdle of speaking French
in public. So that's four statements and four answers, what could be
easier?"

"Playing football or having a wank!" whispered a giggling Simon to Colin
confirming the low level of interest in the subject.

"Now I'll give you ten minutes to work out something and then we are going
round the class with each pair standing in turn to perform their creative
masterpiece." he smiled. "Right, I'm only after simple questions so get on
with it and do it quietly."

That brought groans of despair at the very thought of uttering
incomprehensible broken French out loud in class with the added bonus of a
west country accent.

Throughout the lesson Mark had been trying not to be seen watching Geoff
since he was far more interested in Geoff's trouser pocket manipulations
beneath the desk than he was for French vocabulary. Geoff however, had
already noted that Mark was as erect as he was and had decided it was time
he pushed him into a little hands-on experience.

"Wot's want to talk about then?" asked Mark. "I really hates fucking
French."

"Uumm.. hang on, I gotta idea." Geoff took off his glasses and cleaned them
on his school tie skilfully avoiding the splat of boiled egg from
breakfast. "I got it, ready?"

"You got wot?" asked Mark unsure if Geoff was referring to the lesson or
something else, he hoped it was something else. "Yeah, go on then, wot's
got?"

"Je suis gaucher..." said Geoff not very confidentially, "or something like
that!"

"Wot the fucks that mean?" asked Mark grinning. "I thought we mighta done
something like wot's yer name and all that shit from Mr du-fucking-Ponce's
book!"

"Shut up and don't make me laugh." said Geoff. "Look, I means.. wot... well
that were yer actual fucking French then wunnit? I think it means that I'm
left handed."

"Are you? Well tres fucking bon for you!" Mark sat up, that would account
why it was always Geoff's left hand in his pocket. But, why would he want
to know that?

"Well come on and fucking answer then, just say," said Geoff, "je suis
droitier."

"Just suis droiters, that close innit? So wot's it fucking mean then?" Mark
had a suspicion there was more to this than just being left handed. "Geoff,
yer the fucking expert so you gonna have to tell me wot to say."

"Oui. Tres fucking bon!" Geoff grinned. "Ready, then? Moi hand est dans me
poche."

"Oui fucking oui! Ah! I nearly fucking got it." Mark thought for a few
seconds trying to dredge up something, anything of use after four years of
wasted French lessons. "This is gert close, ready? Pouvez me hand est dans
votre fucking poche?"

"Oh, oui fucking oui! That's tres fucking bon!" said Geoff withdrawing his
hand and sniffing it. "Vous entrer dans me poche... well or some fucking
rubbish like that!"

"Yeah!" hissed Mark excitedly having correctly guessed that Geoff was
inviting him to feel in his pocket. "Sorry I means fucking, oui, oui!"

"Oui, but je veux me feel vôtre cock!"

"Wot the fucks that mean?" Mark was very, very hopeful that the
conversation was leading to more than French vocabulary. "D'you mean wee,
wee or wank, wank?"

"Sod the French, it's fucking wank, wank innit!" Geoff was almost laughing
out loud, "It means, I just wanna get in yer trousers, so fucking unzip
`em!"

"Oui fucking oui!"

Mark instantly glanced around the classroom, Mr Harris was in the far
corner attempting to explain the finer points of grammar whilst the rest of
the class seemed to be just chatting amongst themselves. In one swift
movement he pulled the zip down on his trousers allowing the front of his
red briefs to be forced almost through the opening by his erection.

"Oh fucking hell, you got red pants!" Geoff took a deep breath. "Fuck!
Quick, get yer hand inside me pocket before I cum!"

"Wot you got then?" whispered Mark, for once pleased he had on some clean
briefs.

"You'll find out."

For Mark, masturbating under the desk by himself was one thing, so he
couldn't really believe what he now found himself doing in a busy classroom
with another boy who he barely knew. Very nervously he pushed his hand into
Geoff's pocket only to receive a shock, the pocket was certainly there, but
without the bottom part! His hand was immediately in contact with the top
of Geoff's leg. Groping wildly around it only took a second to ascertain
Geoff's underwear was under some tension and certainly wasn't of the usual
Y-front variety, it was far more exciting than that.

"There's no fucking pocket!" he whispered in amazement. "You, you got on
them funny mesh pants!"

"Yeah, it's me old trousers, the pocket had a gert hole in it anyway, so I
tore it right open yesterday when I had a gert wank in history!" replied
Geoff calmly. "Yeah, I got them fucking `orrible Aertex pants and me mums
even bought the matching vest, I hate 'em!"

"Oh oui, oh fucking yeah!"

It all confirmed Mark's guess that Geoff was indeed as randy as he was,
especially since some hot fingers were already inside his trousers and
doing their best to get under the tight elastic of his briefs, the wet spot
that appeared to be growing on the front was very, very encouraging.

"Oh, fuck me! You even got yer vest tucked into yer pants!"

Mark immediately thought of a boy at his previous school who also worn
them. Even back then the thought of getting his hands on the soft material
that so readily absorbed cum and pee stains had long become the stuff of
bedtime fantasy.

"Well get in 'em and wank me off, it won't take much!" replied Geoff, now
equally excited. "Cor, yer elastics a bit tight, but I'm almost inside!"

There was no doubt the shapeless Aertex briefs offered no barrier to Mark's
roving hand, which instantly had Geoff's organ in it's hot grasp leaving
the weak elastic of the leg opening hanging limply. The shaft was neither
overlong nor very thick, but it possessed a large circumcised head which
appeared to continually deposit enormous strings of precum as a prelude to
an almighty climax.

"Oh fuck!" Geoff clamped his legs together as though to expel every drop of
semen. "I'm cumming already!"

"Oh fuck! Non!" matters were also rapidly coming to a head inside Mark's
trousers.

Barely managing to hold onto Geoff's slippery cock as it exploded over his
fingers, Mark lurched in his seat praying the involuntary jerking that
accompanied his own violent ejaculation would not be noticed by anybody in
the class.

Geoff, delighted in the feeling of having Mark's hand continuing to knead
his jerking cock revelled in the fact that his mesh briefs and vest were
now thoroughly infused with spunk. Toying with the novelty of having Mark's
slimy foreskin to play with, he managed to keep Mark's cock twitching until
he was unable to produce even the tiniest dribble of semen from his aching
testicles.



"Come in." called Andy looking up from the bench.

"Oh, no Pete?" asked Tim putting head around the door. "Is he about
somewhere?"

"No, no, you've just missed him, he's gone to the office to get some new
equipment ordered, he'll probably be half an hour."

"OK, well never mind I'll come and escape the hordes for a minute as they
go to eat since the bells just gone." said Tim stepping inside. "Anyway, so
how you getting on, I haven't seen you to be able to have a chat recently?"

"I'm OK." he looked at the bench, Robin was still on his mind, "well OK as
much as I can be if you know what I mean."

"Oh yes, I know all about that. Nothing in particular on your mind you want
to talk about while we've got the chance?"

"Uumm.."

Andy looked up, almost on the verge of telling Tim about being
propositioned by Robin. But then that would mean divulging what had
happened between them in his the car and that would doubtless ensure he
received another strict telling off for involving a boy at the school even
if the admonishment were for his own good.

"You've got something on your mind haven't you?" Tim smiled. "I won't push
you, but you can tell me if you want."

"Is it obvious?"

"It is to me. You're not in any trouble or got involved some with older
blokes or anything nasty like that have you?"

"No, it's not like that. Tim, I won't say anything, well not just now,
maybe after I've tried to work it out meself?"

"Well you know where I am and anytime you want to talk just let me know."

"Yeah, of course I will." Andy managed a weak smile.

He had absolutely no idea quite how he was going to work through the
unpalatable fact that he had more than a passing inclination towards
younger boys. Tim or Peter could surely offer some counsel, but at the
present moment he was loath to admit his true feelings. By telling them
would also mean facing the truth himself and with such predilections in the
open it could raise the spectre of involving younger boys at the
school. Indeed, having already brought up the question of lusting after
younger boys he had placed himself in an invidious position by partly
coming out as a homosexual to certain boys, whilst desperately afraid of
voicing his true desires on them.

"Whatever. Now, hows that brother of yours and Adam? Things still alright
there?"

"Yeah, they are, but, Tim," he looked him in the face, "look I want to say
something to you, but I don't know how to really say it."

Tim sat on a stool. "Well try, come on, whatever it is it can't be that
bad."

"Well it's me that feels bad, `cause, 'cause I shouldn't have got you to do
me bum with that ointment stuff." he flushed. "It wasn't fair, I sorta
trapped you."

"Oh, that. It wasn't just sorta though was it?" Tim smiled.

"No it wasn't." said Andy looking guilty.

"Yes well," Tim thought, "you knew I didn't really want to do it, because I
guessed where it might lead us... and it certainly did. Didn't it?"

"I know and I'm so sorry, I sorta led you on, I couldn't help it, I just
wanted.. well.. I.. knew you were trying to avoid it and, and I just pushed
it till we, well I had you fingering me bum.. and, and I'd have cum
wotever!?"

"Yes, you certainly pushed it, I had no escape." said Tim. "Although I
suppose I could have stopped myself, well just. But, the truth is I didn't
want to because I wanted it to happen as well. So now, does that surprise
you?"

"Oh shit! I knew you were hard the second you started doing the ointment, I
just wanted to get you to feel me, to, to do something to me... anything!"

"Well, you did that alright!"

"Uumm.." Andy bit his lip, worried he might have upset Tim. There was a
question he was almost afraid of getting a negative response too. "Maybe
uumm, well when I'm twenty-one we could do something
again.. well.. if.. uumm.. you really wanted?"

"Oh Andy, you silly sod!" replied Tim, it was now obvious Andy had been
suffering self-recriminations over the incident. "Have you been avoiding me
because of this?"

"Sort of, yer angry with me aren't you?" he blinked. "I knew after I
shouldn't have done it."

Tim thought for a few moments. "No! Don't be so bloody silly, in fact quite
the opposite! I'd probably have done the same if I were you."

"Wot?" he continued blinking, but was in danger of breaking down, why
couldn't control his emotions better. "Honest?"

"Honest. Don't cry, Andy please." even Tim blinked, there was absolutely no
doubt Andy was still in a pretty mental fragile state. "Come on snap out of
it. Now tell me, so what d'you mean by, to do something again when you're
twenty-one?"

Andy rubbed his eyes, the lump in his throat precluded an immediate
reply. Why were Tim and Peter so nice to him, he knew he'd be really lost
without their support.

"Ah, I know," Tim suddenly grinned and sounded as upbeat as he could, "as a
sort of special twenty-first birthday present you mean? Well then you must
let me have your birthday wish list. I'm open to any suggestions and I
mean, any suggestions!"




"Thank fuck for the dinner bell, another two minutes and it would've been
our turn!" Geoff held his bag in front of him to cover his sperm soaked
trousers as he hurried down the corridor. "Wot d'you do to me Mark, you
made me shoot fucking gallons!"

"And me. I was frightened at the thought of standing up in class with all
this spunk on me trousers, they'd all fucking know we'd been at it wouldn't
they?"

Mark was on cloud nine having experienced mutual masturbation in a lesson
and to top it all he was enjoying walking about with slimy underpants. He
glanced down at his trousers, semen had visibly soaked through around the
fly and the tight red briefs were already sticking to his stomach. In the
heat of the moment the intensity of the relationship with Geoff had negated
all of his mothers dire warnings of getting certain stains on his
clothes. There would at some stage be a price to pay, but that was sometime
in the future, although unbeknown to him the not too distant future!

"Right, now follow me." said Geoff. "I knows a bog where nobody goes and we
can clean up a bit, I often goes there for a wank at breaktime!"

"Fucking hell, there is there one here then, I'd been wondering about
somewhere safe like that." Mark followed Geoff as he strode off, the
outline of his thin Aertex briefs barely visible through his
trousers. "It'll help even if I can just unzip me trousers and sorta wipe
things up a bit with me hanky."

"I can't use me hanky," Geoff dissolved into laughter, " `cause it's all
stuck together!"

"Mine's gone yellow!" Mark giggled, such personal details were not easily
admitted.

"Right, it's just round here," Geoff indicated to a left turn, "see this is
the oldest bit of the school and these classrooms down here ain't used much
`cause they all needs decorating, so the bogs ain't used much `cause not
everybody knows they're here."

"Hey, where them kids goings, they ain't going in the bog is they?" Mark
pointed to three younger boys in grey shorts crossing the corridor up
ahead. "Oh bugger, well they must know the bogs here as well then."

"Don't bloody worry about it, we'll just tell 'em to fuck off if they're in
there!"

It did indeed appear that the younger boys had gone into the toilet as they
were not in sight when they rounded the corner.

"Let's listen outside a minute and make sure they're in there before we
bursts in then." said Geoff creeping up to the toilet door.

"Good thinking." Mark put his ear to the door. "Right, there's somebody in
there."

"Cor, Mark," almost losing interest in who was inside the toilet Geoff
squeezed what was obviously still an erection through the front of his
spunky trousers, "I could wank again, d'you fancy doing it again, we could
rub each others cocks as well?"

"Oh yeah! Bloody hell, you certainly ain't shy and you don't hang about do
you!" said Mark having wrongly concluded that Geoff was some sort of
predatory sex fiend with a long history of seducing other boys in the
school. "You musta wanked a lot with other boys then?"

"Nah," he grinned and shook his head, the glasses' wobbling perilously on
his nose, "you're really the first, but I ain't shy about it! There was
another boy I did it with once, but he left a year back. See, I wanks five
or six times a day and been looking out for somebody who wanks as much as I
do and then, well, uumm, I, I really wanna talk about things like undies
and wanking. That stuff really turns me on!"

"Why me?" Mark flushed, flattered that he had been so befriended and that
Geoff had been so honest with him.

"Dunno, I `spose yer new here and I liked the look of you." Geoff
winked. "See, I know you've been watching me and then you play with yerself
under the desk and.. I, I've been watching you as well. That first French
lesson when I kept doing it under the desk and we talked about everything
except wanking was a sorta test for you I `spose, but after that I knew you
wanted me like I wanted you, but you didn't know how to say it did you?"

"Shit! How d'you fucking know that!" Mark flushed, having thought his
voyeuristic actions were going unnoticed. "You sod! I wanked twice later on
thinking of you!"

"Sorry, I had to be sure so's, so's not to make a cunt of meself!" Geoff
grinned. "See I managed to peep inside yer blue pants when we changed for
gym the other day and saw all them cum stains, so wot I wanna see now is
wot you got inside `em!"

A sex idol! Despite his obvious embarrassment Mark now beamed, his cock as
hard as it could ever be. "I'd really like that, sorta talking about things
and wanking."

"So would I and," Geoff smiled, then he hesitated, "and I also wanna talk
about, I dunno how to fucking say this, but sorta like am I going a bit odd
or something?"

"You really mean queer don't you? But you don't want say it out loud?"

"Yeah." It was Geoff's turn to blush. "I `spose so."

"Well I don't think so, no more than I am." Mark couldn't stop himself
putting his hand on his shoulder as the knowledgeable elder statesman after
his talks with Martin. "We all gets them thoughts wot with all the wanking
and `cause it's a boys only school, well all we sees is hands in pockets
after all innit?"

"Yeah, course, yer right, it's boys only." It was though the boys that
fascinated him.

 "You ever been out with a girl?" asked Mark rather hesitantly, hoping the
answer would be a resounding no.

"A girl! No! I wouldn't know wot to do." Geoff blushed, although as Mark
noted he hadn't yet moved to shake his hand off the shoulder.

"No, no, I ain't either." he dared not tell Geoff about his plans for
Sophie.

"Look Mark," stuttered Geoff as Mark finally, if somewhat reluctantly
removed his hand, "I dunno if you would... or uumm.. want to like, but
uumm, me mum don't come home till five most nights `cause of her job, I
mean would you.. well like, would you wanna come round to our house one day
on yer way back home?"

Mark didn't reply for a second, nervously Geoff bit his lip praying for an
affirmative reply. "D'you really think I'd say, no?"

"Oh fuck! You will?" his face lit up. "I've never invited anybody back
before."

Flushed, flattered, excited, Mark nodded frantically, his erection sliding
around inside his slimy briefs and in grave danger of bursting out through
the zip of his trousers.

Geoff gulped, he didn't know what to say. But, he did know exactly what
he'd be doing as soon as he got home when dressed only his matching vest
and briefs with a Vaseline flavoured candle as consolation Mark's
absence. Besides which it would be a good test for his seemingly boundless
ability to produce fountains of spunk and see just how much the Aertex
underwear could absorb. At last he had found somebody who didn't think he
was just a boring, academic, bespectacled swot who unlike all other boys
hated sports and wore funny underpants with a matching vest. He was truly
ecstatic.

The feeling was decidedly mutual. Mark clenched his fists, delighted that
finally after a very lonely time at the new school he had found somebody he
could converse with on his terms. As if to seal their friendship, without
any warning he suddenly seized Geoff and hugged him very tightly. Revelling
in the clinch, Geoff's response was to really force his erection into
Mark's, during which time for reasons which he could neither comprehend nor
understand he planted a big sloppy wet kiss on Mark's neck.

Almost immediately they parted, realising something had happened between
them.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." blurted out Mark looking very embarrassed. "I
didn't mean to hold you. Oh fuck, it just, just sorta happened."

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Fuck!" Geoff legs felt wobbly, his stomach felt empty,
his eyes started blinking, he couldn't seem to pull himself
together. "Nobody's ever done that before. Oh fuck, I feel a bit odd. Mark
help me, I don't know wot's happened to me!"

Mark was dumbstruck, rather like Andy had fallen on the spot for Adam, he
now was rapidly falling for Geoff. He stared at him, was it the glasses,
the bumfluff, the bulging spunk streaked trousers or even the Aertex
underwear. Unable to quantify his emotions he just wanted to rip Geoff's
clothes off and force his cock up him or at least that's what he assumed
boys who were attracted to each other did.

"Don't `spect you'll ever wanna come to me house now will you?" mumbled
Geoff, convinced he had made a complete and utter fool of himself when he'd
kissed him. Quickly taking off his glasses he began rubbing his eyes before
Mark saw the tears.

"Why not?" Mark's mouth was dry, barely able to get the words out he
touched his neck where Geoff had kissed him. Like Geoff he was unsure what
had happened between them in that split second, but something had
unquestionably changed.

Bitterly regretting the kiss and thinking the friendship was over before it
had even properly begun Geoff was unable to speak. Knowing he was on the
verge of breaking down he continued to blink back the tears having assumed
Mark would leave him right then and there. The seconds ticked by as waited
for Mark's answer.

"I'd go home with you anytime." Mark cleared his throat, his voice was
hoarse. Standing directly in front of Geoff he now pushed his erection so
forceably into him that Geoff backed up against the wall. "But not today
'cause I got me little brother with me here at the school and I goes with
him on the fucking bus."

"Maybe tomorrow then? Please?" Geoff's voice was down a whisper, he reached
down and took Mark's hand. "Come in the bog and I'll clean you up."

"But them kids is in there."

"So?"

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Chap 34 to follow