Date: Wed, 10 Feb 2016 09:22:56 +0000
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Lab Techicain Chapter 36

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
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Chapter 36 – "But look, I got me bike pass Sir"


"Hello, I thought it was you, it's, it's Alfie innit? I ain't really seen
you since you helped when I fell off me bike and squashed me knackers!"

Looking somewhat bored Alfie, leaning on the wall of the science block
turned to see Robin now a couple of paces away. "Oh yeah, it's Robin that's
right, innit? You had on them gert big trousers that was so droopy we all
saw yer pants didn't we!"

"Yeah alright," Robin sounded a little unhappy at being reminded of it,
"well just don't bloody go on about 'em too much, `cause it`s me mum that
buys 'em innit?"

"Sorry, but they really was big!" Alfie smiled. "Oh... sorry!"

The smile easily won Robin over, that and Alfie's hand which was obviously
engaged in some form of genital manipulation. Although Robin had already
planned for the day when he would catch up and be alone with Alfie, still
it all helped.

"Well yeah, alright they's so big I `spose we could both get in 'em!" Robin
laughed and glanced at Alfie's smart grey shorts, particularly the front.

"Cor, wot we both get in 'em, that'll be a right laugh!" Alfie giggled and
returned the compliment by squinting at Robin's sagging trousers. "D'you
still want that old belt of mine, I'd forgotten all about giving it to
you. Them trousers still looks like they's gonna fall down, that's wot Mark
said when we picked you up from the pavement."

"Yeah please, `cause I'd forgotten you'd said you had an old one, I don't
really wanna spend me pocket money on one."

"Nah, don't blame you. I'll bring it in tomorrow then, if I remembers."
said Alfie, thinking to himself that now talking to Robin he didn't seem
that much older at all.

"Ta, that'll be good." Robin was wondering how he could prolong the
conversation as Alfie's shorts looked so inviting. "Mark, he's yer big
brother, that's right innit?"

"Yeah, he took yer bike on to school when you came in the car with Andy."

"Oh yeah, that's right I remember now." how could he possibly forget being
in the car with Andy and what happened when they got to school. "So how
come you two gets a lift into school with uumm, wot's his name, Andy
innit?"

"We only just moved in, see we're only a couple houses down in the same
road where Andy lives." replied Alfie innocently. "I likes him and his
brother. I've helped mend his car a lot as well."

"Oh, he's got a brother as well then?"

"Yeah, Martin, he's like the same age as Mark."

"Is Andy friendly with Mark as well?" it was the start of a fishing
expedition. "I wonder how old Andy is then, `spose he must be seventeen if
he can drive."

"Don't think he's much older, d'you, `cause he don't look it do he?"
replied Alfie, then continuing onto what he considered a more important
topic. "But, course Mark ain't no good at mending things like wot I am."

"Oh, I see." Robin smiled, time to move from fishing to deep pocket
trawling since his rod was now ready. "So uumm... anyway, so wot you
waiting yer for then?"

"For me mates innit, Terry and Spunky they's `sposed to be buying some
crisps from the tuck shop." replied Alfie, thinking nothing of uttering
Spunky's unusual name. "I reckon the break will be over by the time they
gets here and they'll have eaten all the bloody crisps anyway!"

"What class you in?"

Robin was already thinking the name Spunky could be a promising
introduction to more exciting things. First though he had to ascertain a
few facts especially since Alfie all too frequently plunged a hand deep in
his shorts pocket to presumably console something inside. That something as
Alfie had quickly discovered came from not wearing underpants which ensured
he had been constantly erect, the downside of which was the end of his cock
kept jamming itself into the rough seam by the zip.

"It's form Two-H." Alfie sniffed and rubbed his nose as he looked at Robin
very envious of the long trousers, but otherwise he didn't seem much
older. "So wot class you in then?"

"Uumm.. Three-D." said Robin, his cock now twitching in his capacious
Y-fronts.

"Oh," Alfie had graduated to picking his nose, "so if we's twelve in year
two, you's only thirteen in year three? Wish we could have long trousers
and not these shorts."

"Well, some are now fourteen in me class." said Robin trying to sound at
least a little more senior.

"Oh, that's older." said Alfie. "Ought to be first year's only wearing
shorts I thinks, not second year's as well."

"I `spose. You got quite nice legs though!" Robin laughed and made a point
of jokingly inspecting Alfie's legs and more importantly his shorts.

"Bollocks! I got luvly legs!" Alfie looked very coy, he kicked the wall
adding to the scuff marks on his relatively new shoes. "Well I reckons
they've bloody well eaten all the crisps and they ain't coming!"

"Looks like it, still morning Tuck shop's busy sometimes innit? Never
mind." Robin was quickly formulating an introduction to the subject of
sex. "Yer mate's got a funny name, wot was it, Spunky?"

"Yeah," Alfie flushed, "it's `cause we reckons he.. uumm... y'know... he
does it a lot!"

"Wot d'you mean?" said Robin wiping his glasses with his breakfast streaked
tie whilst pretending he didn't know what Alfie meant.

"You know." Alfie looked furtively around. "You knows, he does it, it a
lot!"

"Oh, wot! It? Cor, you don't mean he.." Robin whispered, "wot he wanks? Is
he old enough then?"

By now Alfie was looking a little embarrassed and had started
giggling. "Yeah and from wot I've heard he was the first one to be able do
it in me class!"

"So I `spect you can wank as well?" Robin winked. "Course I don't!"

Still giggling and despite going even redder Alfie managed to appear very
modest.  "A little bit... maybe. Hey, wot's mean, that you don't?"

"Course I do." even Robin blushed at that admission. "We all does it don't
we?"

"I `spose we does." confirmed the now inescapably ensnared Alfie
giggling. "You can cum then, 'cause I've started cumming now."

"Yeah, I can, sometimes I does it in me pants! I loves walking when it's
hot and slimy like!" yet again Robin flushed, the startling honest
admission was hopefully going to draw Alfie deeper into the net. "You won't
tell nobody that will you?"

Alfie's mouth had dropped open in surprise that Robin would admit to such a
thing. However, one truth deserved another and he whispered. "Sometimes I
does that as well, I don't make much stuff though!"

"You do!" Robin feigned surprise, only to add. "If fact, looks like yer
doing now, I'll bet you does it nearly as much as yer mate Spunky!"

"Might do!" delighted at being able to talk about such taboo matters with
the slightly older boy Alfie blushed again. "Do you? So uumm.. d'you do it
a lot as well then?"

 "Yeah, a bit!" Robin grinned and nodded towards the activity within the
shorts, Alfie was responding better than he'd hoped. "Be careful you don't
cum in yer pants!"

"Can't," the giggling increased dramatically, "see, `cause I ain't got none
on!"

"You ain't not got wot on?" Robin tried not to show too much enthusiasm.

"No, I ain't got no pants on!"

The answer was accompanied by spluttering, even more giggling and a
brilliantly red face. Embarrassing as it was, Alfie was desperate to
proclaim the fact that he was wearing no underpants, besides by telling
Robin it might also give him another opportunity to pursue mention of the
oversize Y-fronts!

"Cor, bleeding hell!" exclaimed Robin in complete amazement. "Honest? You
really ain't got nothing on under yer shorts?"

Alfie shook his head. "Nah."

"That why you keeps playing with yer willy in yer pocket?"

"Wouldn't you!" Alfie nodded, so excited it was proving difficult to speak.

"So, if you was to sit down I could look up yer shorts and see yer willy?"
Robin, was now having great difficulty in controlling himself, a tiny wet
spot having developed, but then he was only thirteen.

"I `spose so." Alfie finally replied. "Why, d'you wanna have a look?"

"You wot! Yeah course!"

Robin was quite surprised at how uninhibited Alfie appeared to be. Alfie on
the other hand was just so aroused and so incredibly proud of the fact he
was wearing no underpants, it was becoming almost like displaying a badge
of honour. Robin though for his part had not even asked the most obvious
question as to why not.

"I'll sit on that wall over there," said Alfie looking around, "then you
can bend down in front and pretend to tie yer shoes up and have a butchers
up me shorts!"

Robin couldn't really believe his luck not only was Alfie highly sexed, but
evidently without too many inhibitions. How though to best cultivate the
new friendship and engineer a situation which would enable him not just to
look up the legs of Alfie's shorts, but get his hands up there as well? The
tiny wet spot looked destined to become slightly bigger.

"I'm go over there and sit down now, so you watch." giggling Alfie moved
towards the low wall that led down from the steps as Robin moved to stand
only three or four feet in front and slowly bent down to retie his
shoelace.

"Can't see much." said Robin after more than few seconds of very excitedly
peering up into the unknown. "It's too dark to see anything."

"Oh!" Alfie was disappointed.

It seemed a little unfair that having risking going without his underpants
for the day, the boy to whom he had offered the view of lifetime should be
unable to take advantage of the situation and see his straining organ
because it was too dark.

"I gotta idea, but uumm.. dunno whether you'd want to do it like,"
whispered Robin, the haltingly phrased offer was aimed solely at seducing
Alfie, "see `cause, I'm... I'm allowed down by the bike sheds `cause I
cycles in, so why don't we, well we could..."

"Yeah, yeah! We, we could?" interrupted Alfie, quickly standing and moving
over up to hear the barely audible suggestion. "We could do wot?"

"We go down there dinner time, you could stand on top the bike racks and I
could look up yer shorts real close and have a quick look..."

"Yeah. Yeah!" exclaimed Alfie excitedly giving his erection an extra
squeeze.

"I `spose you could have a look at mine as well," Robin's voice was getting
hoarse with the excitement, plus he was in danger of an involuntary
ejaculation himself, "well, course, if only you really wanted too, you
don't have to if you don't want too."

Alfie nodded frantically, too thrilled to speak. At last he was going to
get see a thirteen year old cock, not a big boys like Mark's fifteen year
old specimen, but thirteen year old one. And, he would be thirteen the next
year, so how much bigger would it be? Would it mean he could make more
sticky stuff? And, equally importantly, how was he going to stop himself
ejaculating for the next two lessons!

"So don't tell nobody, not even yer mates. OK?" Robin twitched, another
small blob had joined the other deposits in his briefs. "So we'll meet up
back here dinner time, just the two of us before the first sitting and nip
down to bike sheds. You do eats on the second sitting don't you, same as
me?"

Alfie grinned and nodded even more frantically than before. The dreadful
memories of being caught masturbating with Terry and Spunky only the day
before having all magically evaporated, only thoughts of what he and Robin
could get up to remained.

"Yer, quick before we goes write, yer down yer address," said Robin
rummaging in his school bag to find a rather blunt pencil and then rip out
half a page from the back of his history book. "I'm giving you me address
so maybe I'll cycle round one day and... and you say wot's his name, Andy
he lives by you as well?"

"Andy, oh yeah," said Alfie instantly taking the scrap of paper, "and, you
give me yer address now as well, `cause I rides all over the place and
might call in one day."

"Anytime, that'll be good." Robin smiled.



"I can't wait to have a look, if they're as good as you say." said Martin
excitedly walking in front of Adam to the far corner of the
playground. "Lets go over by that music block again, `cause nobody can
really see wot we're looking at over there."

"We got all of break, there's plenty of time, slow down a bit." Adam slung
his bag over his shoulder and followed.

"There's them fucking first year kids again." said Martin as they got
closer. "We'll have to get rid of them."

"Oi, you little wankers now fuck off out of it!" said Adam in a commanding
tone as they approached the three first year boys.

They looked up like startled rabbits, their large font teeth completing the
image.

"Why should we? We was fucking here first!"

It was a brave reply from a spotty specimen with a pair of white stick-like
legs which protruded beneath a blazer which had been bought with a cost
conscious maternal eye allowing more than generous room for growth,
possibly even another inhabitant.

"Don't you fucking swear at me like that you cheeky little cunt!" exclaimed
Martin lunging at the blazer that had dared answer back. The blazer neatly
sidestepped of the way leaving Martin catching thin air. "I'll break your
fucking neck for that!"

Quite naturally, the others didn't fancy having their necks broken
either. Taking the non too subtle hint they immediately gathered up their
possessions and shot off at high speed to the relative safety of the
playground. However, tempting providence the oversize blazer on it's
spindly white legs danced around, thumbing a nose at Adam whilst it's owner
made an unwise gesture with finger and thumb together with a rather uncouth
suggestion to Martin.

"Go fuck yerselves!"

"We'll get you, you fucking little twatt!" responded Martin making another
move towards him, which forced him to head in the other direction to where
Adam was standing.

"I'll get the little bastard!" cried Adam sensing it could be an
entertaining interlude, with the added bonus of getting to handle the
younger boy.

"I'll tell me mother!" screamed the blazer in panic having suddenly
realising there was no escape and that taunting older, bigger boys was
neither conducive to his health nor possibly to his oversize new blazer.

"And, we'll tell her how you fucking swears! No little fucker tells me to
fuck meself! We'll fuck you instead!" said Adam.

Martin called out to Adam as he got closer. "Cut him off, don't let him
escape!"

"I'll fucking cut him off alright!" Adam looked as menacing as he could
without actually laughing, the blazer was not in a happy place. "Now I
fucking got you little fucking prick!"

"I `spect he's only got a little prick!" Martin laughed. "We'd better have
a look?"

"No! No!" cried the petrified blazer subconsciously holding the front of
the shorts.

Adam was now only a yard away and in the excitement threw his bag to the
ground and dived at the blazer, which it has to be said was looking nowhere
near as smug as it had been only two minutes earlier. The bag fairly
skidded along the tarmac distributing the contents as it went, leaving Adam
with both arms outstretched poised to grab the blazer.

"Please, please don't hurt me new blazer or me mum will..." pleaded the
blazer's' frightened occupant, his cry of desperation cut short as Adam's
hands grabbed at the sleeves.

"We'll fuck yer new blazer alright!" replied Adam.

"I reckon he's more scared of his mum than us!" concluded Martin grinning.

"Please... mind me blazer!"

"I said fuck yer blazer!"

Adam, his grip already starting to fail as gravity forced him to earth was
reaching out to grab at anything that would stop the boys escape. Watching,
Martin was verging on hysterics as Adam fell to the ground, his fingers
clawing at anything they could get hold onto. As they traversed downwards
from the blazer to the grey shorts below it was inevitable that the
elasticated waistband would easily submit to a light downward pull and
grant Adam his wish. A second later the shorts were indeed around the boys
ankles which left Adam staring into the pee stained fly of a pair of baggy
Y-fronts which also it appeared had more than ample capacity for
growth. Either that or the boys mother was expecting him to spout a monster
cock later on!

Martin was leaning against the wall of the music block helpless with
laughter, Adam couldn't believe what he was seeing, the poor first year boy
appeared to have frozen in fright. Moments later Adam on realising what had
happened joined Martin in starting to laugh and pointing as the boy,
totally humiliated he reached down to pull his shorts up and endeavour to
escape to the safety of his friends in the playground.

Dishevelled, his shirt partially unbuttoned and hanging out to expose his
briefs, tie pulled from the collar and all capped by his oversize blazer
the boy scrabbled to get away. However, on reaching down to rescue his bag
he noticed something that had fallen out of Adam's bag when it had been so
violently thrown down.

The used envelope that contained the photographs had split open and they
lay like postcards fanned out on the ground. The top photograph enticingly
depicted a hand that barely wrapped around an extremely large organ,
quickly grabbing at the pictures he departed as fast as he could, pushing
them into his bag as he escaped.

Still convulsed with laughter at visions of the boy without his trousers,
Martin and Adam were unaware that anything was missing when they finally
roused themselves to collect up Adam's belongings before settling down to
view the photographs.




Whilst termed lunchtime to the general populace, to the majority of pupils
across the land the midday break was colloquially termed dinner time. The
County Grammar school was no exception with two sittings being required to
cope with seating the number of pupils, usually year's one, two and three
took the second sitting.

Alfie having made an excuse to Terry and Spunky about seeing Mark that day
was excitedly waiting by the steps for Robin to appear, he didn't have to
wait long.

"Come on then, follow me." said Robin striding off with both hands in his
pockets, not only did that allow him to manipulate matters, but also went
some way to help holding his trousers up!

"How we gonna do it?" asked Alfie not wishing to run, but having some
difficulty in walking to keep up with Robin as his cock was beginning to
chaff inside his shorts.

"Dunno," Robin paused to push his glasses back into position, "lets see
wot's there."

"But wot if we gets caught yer by a teacher, it'll be alright won't it?"

"Yeah be alright, cause I got a bike pass thing to go in there, see `cause
I got me bike there, so we can say that I come to get something out me
saddlebag can't we?"

"Oh, I `spose so." Alfie wasn't entirely sure and neither did it make a lot
sense.

"It'll be alright." Robin, held the metal gate open for Alfie. "If yer
caught here in the day without a bike pass you gets a detention. They
started that last term to stop them bigger kids hiding down here and having
a fag, now they all goes behind the gert hedge by the carpark for a smoke."

"Have you tried smoking then?" Alfie was thinking, was it one more thing to
try on the path to growing up or from what he'd seen of Mark's reaction be
best forgotten?

"Sort of, but felt gert sick so I throwed it away."

"Oh, same as Mark, `cept he throwed up when he tried it last summer and mum
got real narky with him," said Alfie laughing, "then weeks later he got
pissed on dad's whiskey and they went nuts, so I don't think he's doing
that again either!"

"Well don't you go throwing up on me!" Robin grinned, he stopped and
pointed to a red bicycle in the end rack adjacent to the wall. "Look,
that's me new bike. I thought if we keeps outta sight by the wall here then
we'll hear if anybody's coming, yeah?"

"Yeah, I `spose so." Alfie looked around not feeling entirely at ease, but
accepting that Robin being older should know best. "Cor, it's a nice bike
innit? Hey I gotta idea, wot if I sit on the saddle then you could look up
me shorts easier?"

"Yeah, even better. Well get on it then, the bike rack'll hold it up
alright."

"You sure it ain't gonna fall over?" asked Alfie, the bike wobbled a little
as he climbed up and perched on the saddle. "Hey, now `spose I put me feet
on the handlebars then you should have a real good look down in me shorts."

"Yeah great." Robin was excitedly rubbing something through his pocket,
having squeezed in by the wall he was standing next to the handlebars and
peering down into the depths of Alfie's shorts. "Can you play with yer
willy through yer pocket while you sits like that?"

After almost five minutes of giggling and much experimentation Robin
finally said that he could almost, but not quite see what was happening
inside. However he did have another suggestion, which unbeknown to Alfie
was the one he had really wanted to enact in the first place.

"Wot's that then?"

"Would you... well I thought maybe... uumm.. as I can't see it, that uumm."
Robin looked hopefully at Alfie, the glasses magnifying his rapidly
dilating pupils until they looked like a pair of animated poached eggs,
"well, could I put me hand up and... and feel for it.. but only if you
wants.. like.."

"Thought you'd never ask!" spluttered Alfie before dissolving into a fit of
giggling.

"Oh!" Robin flushed, slightly embarrassed that for all his subterfuge he
had been the one to be gently duped by the younger boy who seemed to be as
randy as he was.

"How can I feel yours then?" asked Alfie straight out, he couldn't wait to
tell his new friends what a thirteen year old cock looked and felt like.

That in turn was the moment that Robin had been waiting for, knowing full
well that the inside of his briefs were already becoming a slimy mess and
that it would take the absolute minimum of handling by Alfie before he
would ejaculate.

"Look... well, uumm... `spose I stands right by you and undoes me zip then
you could feel around inside me pants a bit while yer still on me bike."

Alfie nodded excitedly and watched as Robin's hand started to make it's way
up the leg of his shorts. The inquisitive fingers gently rubbing the inside
of his leg as they slowly travelled up to the hairless ball sac, the
expectation and feeling as arousing for Alfie as it was for Robin. Slowly
the detailed exploration continued from legs, to balls to the organ
itself. Pushing the tip of finger into the hot, sticky cavity afforded by
Alfie's foreskin, Robin pressed on to the slippery head eliciting moans of
delight, before finally moving to curl his hot and sticky fingers around
the rigid member.

"Quick undo yer zip then so I can get inside." gasped Alfie, moving around
on the saddle in the hope of pushing it further into his crack.

Robin grunted and with his free hand struggled with the zip, Alfie
instantly pushing his hand inside the fly as fast as he could, exclaimed
moments later. "Robin, it ain't no good, can't get me hand in proper like
this `cause me wrist is rubbing on yer zip, you'll have to undo the waist
clip thing!"

"Fuck, then me trousers will fall down!"

"Nah they won't, bloody hold 'em up with yer other hand while you feels me
up!"

"Bleeding hell, it's tricky!" replied Robin as he battled with his free
hand to undo the clasp, finally succeeding and allowing his ample stomach
to expand to it's full girth.

"Oh... bloody hell!" grunted Alfie immediately pulling Robin's white shirt
clear to expose the Y-fronts, now actually displaying an obvious wet
patch. "Oh shit! You ain't cum already have you, I wanted to see that!"

"Nearly.. but I been holding on, so bloody hurry up!" groaned Robin, his
fingers inside Alfie's shorts busily working the foreskin up and down. "If
yer quick you can grab it before I cums."

"You ain't the only one, bet you cums a gert lot if you leaks like that!"

Alfie need no second bidding and immediately plunged his hand down inside
the wet briefs to discover a gloriously hot and slimy wonderland. It was
the sum produce of Robin's permanently oozing cock, including seminal
deposits from the morning's boring history lesson along with the
accumulated dribbles of expectation instigated by thoughts of Alfie. Noting
there wasn't much extra length to Robin's cock, but that it was certainly
far fatter than anything he had seen from his classmates, Alfie began doing
to it what he liked to do himself, which was to play with the slippery
foreskin.

Sadly such play didn't last much longer than the few seconds before Robin
moaned, closed his eyes and began to tremble as his orgasm took hold. For a
thirteen year old he produced an amazing quantity of spunk which when added
to the existing mess in his briefs felt to Alfie almost as though his hand
was immersed in a bowl of warm frog's spawn! Subjected to such intense
sensations and of course Robin's fingers which were still actively engaged
inside his shorts, Alfie began to tremble and squirt his own modest
contribution over Robin's hand.

"Cor, that was brilliant." gasped Robin nearly a full minute later, leaning
back against the brick wall, his eye's still closed, his glasses somewhat
awry and in danger of falling off the end of his nose.

"Oh yeah.." breathing very rapidly Alfie could barely reply, it seemed the
earth had definitely moved even if the bike had remained static.

"Alfie."

"Wot." came the mumbled reply.

"I think you should take your hand out from Robin's underpants."

"Wot, why?"

At that point the voice sounded strangely very familiar, too familiar in
fact. Rather like something from a comedy, Alfie slowly opened one eye
which swivelled around and then instantly closed, not daring to move, not
one muscle, his hand remained in warm, slimy safety of Robin's briefs. A
moment later his body gradually left the vertical, yet miraculously
remaining on the saddle to slump against the adjacent brick wall.

Robin's eyes also remained closed, his knees were literally knocking, he
also knew the voice. It was the voice of Mr Chatworth, his form master from
the previous year. The only good thing about being caught was that it was
by Mr Chatworth, who being one of the younger masters did seem to be
considerably more understanding than some of the older teachers.

Nevertheless, Robin was thrown into outright panic and instantly felt in
his blazer pocket for the precious cycle shed pass as though it were the
panacea to being entrapped in their more than embarrassing predicament.

"But look, I got me bike shed pass Sir!" he mumbled proudly waving the
crumpled pass with semen smeared fingers whilst simultaneously trying to
push his glasses back up his nose.

The truth was that Mr Chatworth was rather amused by the whole thing. As a
form master he not only knew both the boys, but also fully appreciated that
once boys of that age had discovered the pleasures of the flesh there was
little that could take precedence. That was if of course, the flesh was
willing although at thirteen it was always willing day or night.

"So I see."

Trying not to smile at the absurdity of the situation he looked at Robin
and then looked again, the hand that madly waved the pass was the very same
one that had been holding up his trousers. Under gravity the trousers
descended around his feet and immediately put the infamous semen
impregnated Y-fronts on display.

"Alfie, please get your hand out of Robin's underpants and let him pull his
trousers back up!" repeated Mr Chatworth struggling to keep a stern tone to
his voice.

There was no response from Alfie at all.

Robin though, having now lost his trousers along with the remnants of any
self-respect had patently had enough and a third year boy or not, tears
were very much in evidence.



Chapter 37 to follow