Date: Wed, 13 Jan 2016 11:33:03 +0000
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: LabTech Chap 34

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 34 –  "Oh, not like a gert nappy!"


Smelling sweeter than some of the others in the school, the toilet was
equipped with the usual long porcelain urinal, five washbasins and on the
other side of the room a row of five cubicles. The cubicles were fitted
with theoretically pupil-proof metal doors which stopped some six inches
short of the floor and could be guaranteed to make a lot of noise when
slammed shut.

Already in a pretty excitable state, ensconced within the far right-hand
end cubicle and were the three younger boys who had come hot foot from
their art lesson where they had been groping each other up the legs of
their shorts. Unaware they were going to arrive just before Mark and Geoff,
they had planned to continue their intimate adventure until the second
dinner bell summoned them to their sitting.

Needless to say, three boys in question were Alfie, Terry with his buttock
fetish and the diminutive Kenneth aka Spunky. Diminutive certainly in
physical stature, but nevertheless possessing an enormous sexual appetite,
particularly for self-abuse.

"Do it harder, I can't quite feel yer hand!"

Alfie, turned to look behind to see Terry sitting on the lid of the toilet
with his left hand massaging the rear of his shorts, the action being
mirrored with his right hand which was attending to Spunky's delightfully
pert buttocks.

"Yeah and push it between me legs to feel me willy now and again!" added
Spunky.

Terry with his fixation for all things bottoms was really enjoying himself
with having two to play with. After massage and a little groping he traced
the outline of their briefs with his finger before deciding it was time to
up the ante lest the bell ring for the second dinner sitting and curtail
further enjoyment.

"Right, stay there and don't move," he said whilst slowly standing up
between them, "I'm gonna have to pull yer shorts down and check yer bits to
see if they've grown!"

"Well who's gonna check yer bleeding bits!" replied Alfie giggling.

Spunky immediately started to giggle as well as Terry tried to unclasp his
shorts. He was the smallest of the three boys in every way, yet despite his
cock being by far the smallest it hadn't stopped him from being the first
boy in the class to start the life long habit of masturbation and continue
doing it several times a day thereafter.

"Don't start laughing or he'll never get `em undone." spluttered
Alfie. "I'll give him a hand."

With that he encircled Terry with his arms and joined him in fumbling to
undo Spunky' shorts, taking the opportunity to push his own erection into
Terry's crack.

"Cor, wot are they? They new?" exclaimed Terry as Spunky's shorts were
finally and unceremonially pulled down to reveal the unmistakable sight of
Aertex briefs, which being a little too large and baggy conveniently
disguised the raging erection within.

"Shut up, don't go on about 'em. I hates 'em, lucky still got some of me
old ones." the smile had gone from Spunky's face. "They's wot me mum bought
me at half term innit, I reckon they'd fit me big brother or even me dad!"

"Well at least she didn't buy you the matching vest as well!" said Alfie
trying to strike a happier note. "Well give us a hand Spunk's, let's see
wot Terry's got on!"

"She bloody did, but I ain't wearing it!" replied Spunky angrily.

Poor Terry stood no chance with the four hands clawing at him, seconds
later he too found himself standing there with glimpses of the familiar
white ribbed cotton showing beneath his school shirt.

"Bloody Y-fronts again, don't nobody wear anything else?" said Spunky
pulling up the shirt tail. "Well, lets see yer cock then, is it hard?"

"No, you can't see it till we've got Alf's shorts down as well." Terry had
also started to laugh as he grabbed at the front of Spunky's briefs. "Cor,
you're hard as well!"

"Wot d'you expect!" replied Spunky now making a grab at Alfie. "Right, I
got him, pull his shorts down quick and lets see wot he's got on!"

As Alfie's shorts fell to the ground Terry looked at Spunky incomplete
surprise.

"Bleeding hell!" exclaimed Terry. "Where d'you get them little blue pants?"

"Shit! And, I got these bleeding horrible gert funny mesh things! It really
ain't fair!" cried Spunky appearing genuinely dismayed.

"You didn't have them when we changed for gym last week, `cause I looked!"
said Terry staring at the navy blue briefs. "You had white ones."

"You dirty boy, you looked!" exclaimed Spunky. "I missed that!"

"Nah, I got 'em in red, white, blue and light blue." Alfie grinned proudly
at having on the underpants that most boys could only really dream of
wearing. "Musta had me white ones on then last week for gym."

"Wot's these marks on 'em then?" asked Spunky who had now bent over
directly in front of Alfie and was carefully examining the blue
cotton. "They looks like dried spunk on `em? You been wanking in `em then?"

"Oh piss off!" Alfie's face fell and he blushed. "Don't you wank in your's
then?"

"Course I do, it's half the fun innit! Here look!"

With that Spunky pulled at the front of his new briefs and turned them
inside out to expose some three and a bit inches of much abused circumcised
cock and a fine assortment of pee and semen stains.

"Bloody hell, was they clean today?" Terry had his hand down the front of
his briefs, he couldn't help asking, it was the intimate detail that he
found so arousing.

"Yeah, I had a wank on the bus this morning under me bag, they shows all
the stains, it's the only thing for 'em, they shows everything!" Spunky
grinned. "Didn't you have a quick one before school then, `cause I always
do?"

"Course," it seemed Alfie had no inhibitions either in the company of his
two friends, "in the bathroom basin after I'd got dressed, that's why they
got spunk on 'em!"

"I did it in bed." admitted Terry. "Anyway, we's wasting time, so lets look
at our willy's, see if they grown!"

"We've already compared 'em once in the morning break, they wouldn't have
grown much by now would they!" Spunky was beginning to giggle
uncontrollably.

"Well aright then, we'll just have time for a quick wank before dinner if
you wants." said Terry only then noticing that Spunky had already started!

"Hang on Spunky, don't start," Alfie was now also giggling, "look, you got
the smallest willy so you can wank Terry `cause he's got the biggest one,
I'll wank you and Terry can wank me!"

"Thanks for reminding me!" said Spunky putting his tongue out.

"Wot?" said Terry. "Oh I get it I wank Alfie, wot's the prize for the first
one to cum?"

"Uumm... he gets to wank the other two!" suggested Spunky excitedly.

If penis size was anything to go by, half an inch was a colossal amount
when you were twelve. Holding Terry's rather thin and curved appendage
Spunky had to admit it was easily an inch longer than his, with the
uncircumcised Alfie being more the average somewhere between the two.

"Right, get yer shorts down round yer feet, let's get on with it before the
dinner bell goes!" said Alfie lunging between the giggling Spunky's legs.

Preoccupied with groping, giggling and heavy breathing the boys didn't hear
the main toilet door open which allowed Mark and Geoff to walk quietly
inside.

"Let's just clean up quick and then we can see wot they're doing."
whispered Mark, who had understandably rather gone off the idea of Geoff
cleaning him up should they in turn be caught in the act by the youngsters
who were already there.

"Yeah, yer right."

Pulling out his grubby handkerchief Mark unzipped his trousers and did his
best to try to remove the overabundance of semen, a futile effort in itself
since the front of his trousers had already absorbed most of it
anyway. Geoff, who's own handkerchief was already solid with dried semen
had had another idea based on the expanding qualities of Aertex
underwear. He pulled on his Aertex vest to stretch it to virtually double
it's size, which then offered plenty of highly absorbent material to soak
up the excess spunk.

Cleaned up as best the could, Mark looked at Geoff and put his finger
across his lips to indicate silence. Listening to the continuing grunts and
snatches of conversation that could only come from mutual masturbation in a
school toilet, Mark and Geoff were wondering what they could do to surprise
the boys.

Mark suddenly took notice as there was one particular sentence that caught
his ear.

"Cor, Spunky's cum, gawd that was quick!"

He looked at Geoff and then immediately knelt down and peered across the
dirty floor to look under the door.

"Fucking hell, that's me little brother in there!" he whispered excitedly
to Geoff. "I though I'd heard his voice... and I can tell it's him `cause
he's got blue pants on!"

"Wot!" Geoff need no second bidding and immediately bent down to look under
the door. "Well one of 'em's got dark blue pants on that's for sure."

"Dirty little fucker, we'll have him. Can you imitate a teacher or
something, `cause he'll know me voice." Mark grinned. "We'll scare the shit
of 'em!"

"Lemmie me think a minute, it's gotta sound good ain't it?" Geoff closed
his eyes for a few seconds. "Right got it, you might have to say something
alright?"

Mark nodded, desperately trying not to laugh. "I'll try and change me
voice."

Geoff took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

"What are you three disgusting little boys doing there?" he boomed.

Inside the cubicle Terry instantly turned a whiter shade of pale, to be
followed by an equally whiter than white Alfie and then Spunky who was
probably about the size of one of Snow White's clan!

"Look under that door Mr Edwards," continued Geoff gesticulating to Mark,
"I can see the ringleader has dark blue underpants on. A boy wearing blue
underpants indeed, I didn't know they made such things, whatever next!"

"Yes!" managed Mark, having to then bite the sleeve of his blazer to stop
laughing.

"My god, they've been committing self abuse! We'll have check every first
and second year class to see who wears blue briefs, even if it takes all
afternoon and tomorrow. Then we'll have the ringleader!"

The shock of what could be in store for the young miscreants was too much
for Alfie, the very mention of his easily identifiable blue briefs had set
his stomach churning causing a violent outbreak of involuntary
flatulence. Spunky had started trembling and was almost in tears with
Alfie's slimy hand still clasping his shrinking appendage. Whilst only in
his dreams could Terry conjecture what it would be like to see the entire
first and second year boys being made to display their underwear!

Yet for all their fears it had not occurred to one of them why the teacher
simply didn't get them to come out of the cubicle to be identified!
However, as luck would have it, at that moment the dinner bell rang for the
second sitting, the sound of which covered the choked guffaws of laughter
from Geoff and Mark.

"Well Mr Edwards, we'd better go and attend to the second dinner sitting."

Geoff and Mark rapidly headed for the door praying they'd be outside before
finally collapsing in laughter. "We'll start checking the classes for those
blue underpants this afternoon. They'll all know soon enough that this is a
lesson on the perils of self abuse!"

"Who's Edwards?" croaked Spunky after hearing the door slam behind them.

"Dunno, maybe he's new." replied Terry. "Oh fuck, now we're for it!"

Bewildered, Alfie's legs gave way and he sank down onto the toilet seat
having realised that the whole school would then know what they had been
doing.




"Where's Andy gone then, he usually brings something to eat in here to be
away from the noisy kids?" Peter stirred the coffee and passed a mug to
Tim.

"Oh, he said he's forgotten his sandwiches and has gone to get them from
his car."

"Fine."

"Thanks, very civilised this, beats eating lunch with the screaming
hordes!" Tim took a mug. "Is he alright, he seemed rather subdued after
he'd been in my lesson and distributed those meters around."

"I don't know, I think the poor buggers really mixed up at the minute."
Peter looked into the coffee. "You know he told his father and brother,
seems they took it very well. But, when he told his mother she totally
rejected any notion that he was in the slightest way homosexual and just
kept saying he'd find a nice girl."

"Oh shit, I didn't know that about his mother."

"Well it can't help can it? I don't know what he can do about it though
really, have you got any bright ideas?

"Not really, to be honest I would think it's down to her isn't it?"

"Probably, anyway I'll tell you something else, now this will make to
smile." said Peter. "We both know he's a randy little toad and he can't
leave it alone, yes?"

"Yes, just like somebody else I know!" Tim grinned. "Well get on with it,
hurry up before he gets back."

"Well I came back through the park on Sunday afternoon and.."

"You haven't been hanging around there again have you?" Tim laughed.

"No, not since we met, so that says something doesn't it?"

"Yes," Tim smiled, "the feelings mutual. Anyway, quick get on with the
story."

"I'd actually been to have Sunday lunch with my parents and I often walk
through the park as a short cut." said Peter. "I'm sure you remember the
patch of bamboo?"

"Oh yes," Tim laughed, "only too well."

"Well Andy didn't see me, but I saw him there with two younger boys, who I
assume were his brother and the infamous Adam who he goes on about?" Peter
paused to sip the coffee. "And, if that weren't enough there was old Harry
being tossed off by one the younger boys!"

"What, an older bloke? So what d'you think they were doing there in the
first place?"

"I don't know, but I do know that Andy suddenly burst out the bushes
holding a camera and then tried to drive Harry away, seems he wasn't
welcome nor part of the original plan whatever it may have been."

"Bloody hell, but just hang on, so who's this old Harry bloke then?"

"Oh he's quite harmless, virtually lives in the cottage just waiting for
somebody to come and have a wank with, mind you he's got an enormous cock!
I think he was a civil servant or something in his day. Sad really, very
well spoken and all that, he won't hurt anybody."

"How do you know Harry then?" Tim grinned. "You haven't have you?"

"Oh bollocks!" Peter blushed. "Yeah alright. It was when I was starting
out."

"Right, I get it. Now forget Harry. Get on with it before Andy comes back,
you said a camera? In those bushes," Tim was thinking, "we heard a camera
there as well didn't we? You don't think it was Andy do you?"

"No, to be honest and he said he didn't own one. We need to do a bit of
detective work to find out who's camera he was using don't we?" Peter
grinned. "I sort of broached the subject the other day and mentioned I
thought I'd seen him at a distance with it. He looked more than a bit
guilty, then you bloody well came in and the moment was gone."

"Oh, sorry about that." said Tim. "Bugger, would have been good to find out
more."

"We will do, don't say anything and I'll bring the conversation back round
to it."



Andy was sat in his car, the box of sandwiches left untouched on the
passenger seat as he read and re-read Robin's scribbled note. Younger boys
were once more on his mind, forcing him yet again to mentally wrestle with
the options that might go some way to satisfying his conscience should he
allow himself to even think to accept Robin's, the most temping of
invitations.

It wouldn't be right. It really would not be appropriate for him to get
involved with a thirteen year old boy. But, on the other hand it was Robin
who had approached him, now that wouldn't be the same as him approaching
Robin, would it? Or, would it? Anyway, since he had already seen Robin's
hairless wares and it wasn't as though he were the one pushing to meet up,
how could he be blamed for accepting the offer? It was obviously the same
conclusive answer to the very same question, but phrased another way
because he knew deep down it was the answer he urgently needed to justify
to himself any acceptance of Robin's invitation.

Unfortunately Andy's dilemma didn't just stop at what Robin offered. The
thoughts that followed were the same ones he had unsuccessfully battled
with a thousand times before. Not wishing to totally admit even to himself
the allure of younger boys, he allowed himself to drift on past the
numerous beguiling boys at the school and contemplate his over-riding crush
on Adam, also what Mark had to offer, not forgetting twelve year old Alfie
and even his own brother. In his more lucid moments it seemed to Andy that
at times he was incapable of looking at a boy without wanting to get inside
his clothes. Conversely, in his less than lucid moments he could easily
fantasise about any boy he saw, preferably in the very early teens and even
better if in a school uniform.

Alas, the process of calm and collected decision making was not compatible
with the straining organ within his trousers, his logic being flawed at the
outset was heavily weighted in Robin's favour. Plainly to accept or not was
a very hard decision to make and as if to help him think it through, by
sheer chance his hand had sneaked inside his white coat and pushed itself
down the front of his trousers. Cupping the head of his cock through the
growing wet spot on the front of his tight new briefs he pondered over what
he should do or to be more precise, he pondered over what he wanted to do
if he were alone with Robin.

Understandably the developments inside his trousers forced him to abandon
all coherent thoughts and instead allowed him to close his eyes and escape
deep into fantasy land with Robin. The wet spot was getting larger and the
wayward hand was now actively using precum as a lubricant, ejaculation was
in the ascension. Lurid thoughts of groping Robin in his oversize Y-fronts
passed through his mind as his climax approached. But, what was it he
really wanted Robin to do? Spunk began to seep though his fingers as his
cock jerked, the clean white briefs were all too soon saturated. Gasping
for breath, covered in semen and thoroughly sated he knew what he wanted
from Robin, he wanted Robin's short, fat cock inside him.




Mark looked around the top deck of the bus for Alfie, having seen him near
the front of the queue meant he had to have boarded earlier.

"Oh, you on yer own, I thought Billy or wotever his bloody name his usually
sits with you?" said Mark sliding in to the vacant seat beside him.

"Nah, he's going to see his granny or something after school, so he ain't
on the bus today." muttered Alfie who neither sounded nor looked
particularly happy.

"Oh right. Anyway, so wot you been doing today then? Anything exciting?"

"Uumm..."

Alfie picked his nose, he needed to tell somebody about the risky escapade
in the toilet, but wasn't sure about divulging the details to Mark. Still,
he was though his brother and being older could probably offer some helpful
advice.

"Wot's happened then, I can tell something has." Mark looked casually
across towards the window as though he knew nothing.

"Who's, well uumm, so who's this bloke Edwards, you heard of him as a
teacher?"

"Oh him." Mark shook his head. "Dunno, I've heard his name and... oh, yeah,
I think that somebody in me class said he was a right sod for discipline!
Why d'you ask?"

"Nothing really." Alfie went quiet and took his turn to stare out the
window.

"Nothing? You sure?"

"See, we was caught by this Edwards bloke..." began Alfie very hesitantly.

"Start again, who's we and where?"

"Well, it was me and Spunky and Terry wunnit?"

"Oh, them," said Mark knowingly, also knowing that for some inexplicable
reason the conversation was giving him an erection, "them's yer wanking
mates innit?"

"Shut up." Alfie, went very pink and nodded. "Yeah, alright, well that's it
innit?"

"Is it, I dunno, you tell me." already it was becoming quite difficult not
to laugh.

"Well we was in the bog weren't we?" a rhetorical question.

"Oh, all of you all then, wot in the bog?" Mark grinned. "And, wot you
doing then?"

"You won't say nothing will you?" Alfie looked nervously around, bus seats
had ears.

"Go on, so wot was you doing then?" Mark purposely avoided answering
directly.

"We was, we was.." he looked around once more and wiped his nose on his
sleeve.

"We was wot?" asked Mark as though he had absolutely no idea what it could
be.

"We," Alfie instantly turned a deeper shade of red and mumbled, "we was
wanking!"

"Wot the three of you wanking in a dirty old school bog. How disgusting!"
exclaimed Mark in mock horror which only added to Alfie's distress. "Wot
wanking each other?"

"Yeah, alright we was and it's ain't disgusting, `cause I knows you does
it!" snapped Alfie trying to salvage some credibility from an incredibly
embarrassing situation.

"But I don't go wanking in some smelly old school bogs!" lied Mark, it was
becoming increasingly hard not to laugh. "So wot happened? Did you all
cum?"

"Spunky did!" volunteered Alfie naively. "Well see, then we heard some
teachers coming in and they musta guessed we was in there and they,
they..."

"You must have all been making some of them slappy, slurpy noises then?"

"I dunno wot you means!" retorted Alfie turning even redder than he was
before, knowing full well Mark was referring too the unique sound that only
a nicely slick foreskin could make when fully energised.

"You fucking do! You think I ain't heard you doing it now that we's sharing
me bedroom!" Mark slipping a hand under his school bag, the end of his cock
had twisted itself under the side of his briefs and was getting a little
overheated.

"Yeah, alright then, a bit. But, I've heard you doing it much more than I
does!" replied Alfie irritably. "Anyway so one teacher musta looked under
the bog door and `cause our shorts is pulled down round our feet he says
one the kids has got dark blue pants on!"

"So?"

"Don't you fucking see," hissed the non-swearing, but now thoroughly
wound-up and distraught Alfie, "them teachers then said they was gonna go
round all the first and second year forms get the kids to show 'em their
pants till he finds the boy with the blue ones. And, and they'll do it even
if they gotta carry on doing it tomorrow!"

"Oh fucking hell!" exclaimed Mark barely managing to feign complete
surprise at the suggestion, preposterous as it was. "So you mean... oh! Wot
so it was you wunnit?"

"Yeah, course it fucking was!" squeaked Alfie his voice easily going up an
octave. "I'm sure I'm the only kid to have coloured pants in the first and
second year!"

"Possibly, `cause I think I'm the only other one in the entire fucking
school who ain't got gert baggy white ones!"

"So wot can I do, `cause they'll be checking tomorrow like they said won't
they?"

Alfie had not yet grasped the simplest of solutions to the problem, that
was if the problem ever existed at all. It was of course to wear some
different underpants the next day, that was assuming Mr Edwards did exist
and would indeed be checking!

"Ah, I see." said Mark having just had another idea to prolong Alfie's
discomfort.

"Mark, I don't know wot to do." exhausted with worry Alfie slumped in the
seat.

"Ah, but I think I does."

"Wot? Wot?" he exclaimed suddenly reverting to the vertical again. He
waited open mouthed for Mark's pearl of wisdom to drop in it. "Wot, wot?"

"Dead easy innit, you gotta wear some old white fucking Y-fronts tomorrow,
then you'll be just like all them other kids and nobody'll bloody know it's
you will they?"

"Oh course!" his face lit up, then almost immediately returned to a look of
despair.

"Wot's fucking up now then?"

Mark was having extreme difficulty in controlling himself, he coughed and
spluttered a couple of times to disguise snorts of laughter.

"I ain't got any old ones!" wailed Alfie helplessly. "Mum threw 'em all
away when we moved `cause they was all worn out, 'cause that's when she
bought me new ones!"

"Oh! Now, don't fucking worry `cause I got another fucking great idea."
Mark had to pause and cough, either that or start laughing and give the
game away.

"Wot? Wot? Wot idea?" excited wasn't the word for it, talk about clutching
at straws.

"I know, I gotta old pair you could lend," cntinued Mark immune to the fact
he was murdering the English language, "I thinks it's yer only hope really,
innit?"

"Oh, wot? That's been worn by you?" Alfie's face dropped again. He sniffed
very unhappily, it seemed there was no other option, "But, but won't they
be too big?"

"Nah, we'll fix 'em up with safety pins so nobody'll know." Mark smiled
reassuringly.

"They won't fall down or nothing would they?" said Alfie the premonition of
an unmitigated disaster loomed large, since most things connected with Mark
were indeed unmitigated disasters one way or the other.

"Nah, course not, we'll put 'em on tomorrow morning together so they'll be
well pinned up." Mark looked down at his bag to hide his grin.

"Wot! Safety pins! Oh not like a gert nappy?" he gulped at the mere thought
of it.

"Course not, don't be silly. Alf just think about it, you ain't got no
fucking choice anyways have you?" Mark fiddled with the straps on his bag
to avoid looking at him and laughing. "If you wears anything else when that
nasty Edwards bloke makes you pull yer shorts down he'll know it was you
won't he?"

"I `spose yer right." he agreed reluctantly, if not logically. "But they's
clean though, these old pants.. it's ain't some dirty old pair you been
wanking in or nothing?"

"How could fucking think such a thing!" Mark bit his lip, hard.

"If you says they's really clean, then alright." he agreed reluctantly.

"Well you can't not wear no pants can you?" said Mark. "If you wears yer
new ones then as soon as old Edwards see's 'em, well he'll know it was you
and the news'll soon be all round the school that you wanks with other boys
in the bogs!"

"Oh no!" Alfie went pale, very pale.

"Oh yeah," Mark, turned the screw, "might even get on your school report I
`spose!"






Not all that far away from Westleaze avenue Adam was also on his way home
from school. He had though cycled so as to take a longer, but very
deliberate detour. The culmination of which could mean him embarking on
something he knew he should be neither contemplating nor propose enacting.

"Knew you'd be back sooner than later, because you're one of us."

Smiling, Harry threw his cigarette butt onto the gravel and walked over to
halt Adam who had been purposely, temptingly, very slowly pushing his bike
along the path.

Adam nodded, his courage rapidly evaporated to leave his mouth suddenly
bone dry and so curtailing all speech. He knew had made a huge mistake.

"And, you're in school uniform." Harry smiled, the front of Harry's
trousers appeared to bulge before Adam's eyes. "I like a boy in uniform, I
expect you do as well!"

Still unable to reply Adam was already deeply regretting his actions and
having difficulty looking away from Harry's fly. Feeling very panicky and
almost on the point of running away he kept asking himself, just why did he
go back there?

"You're here for that blow job aren't you?"

Adam closed his eyes and nodded, he had just answered his own question.

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Chapter 35 to follow