Date: Wed, 09 Mar 2016 00:04:04 +0000
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: LabTech Chapter 38

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 38 – Pandora's Pants

"Pull 'em down a bit more," grunted Geoff, "then get me cock in yer mouth
and suck the bloody thing!"

Mark didn't need telling twice. After his initial oral encounter with
Alfie, to graduate to having the oversize head of Geoff's weeping member
fill his mouth was to be a supremely pleasurable experience. Slurping away
he diligently applied himself to the task in mouth, extraneous dribbles of
saliva escaping from his lips as he savoured the delicious supply of precum
that Geoff seemed so effortlessly to produce.

"Fucking hell, that's really good! But you gotta stop right now or I'm
gonna cum." exclaimed Geoff pulling away after a couple of minutes. "Now
don't move, just stand there and I'll do you now."

Proud at his success as a trainee cock sucker, almost par excellent, Mark
stood as instructed eagerly awaiting his turn for similar attention as
Geoff knelt in front of him. Arousal was not a strong enough adjective to
describe Mark's sexual feelings at that moment. His sexual liberation had
been swift and having cast inhibitions aside he had so far eclipsed all of
his previous sexual activity and really hoped to go even further by ending
up naked with Geoff between the semen stained sheets.

"I'm gonna have to take me glasses off if I'm gonna get close enough to
suck you." said Geoff, who then starting to giggle as he added. "Me
eyesight is crap up close so I might have to feel me way into yer pants!"

"Feel wot you wants!" replied Mark. "Anything... anything!"

"I will, so don't bloody worry about that." Geoff leaned over to put his
glasses on the bedside chair. "Anything, does that include yer, yer bum?"

"If you want." Mark could barely speak, he clenched his fists, the
excitement was almost too much and he was desperately afraid he would cum
before Geoff had even started exploring.

"Fucking hell mate, you stinks of cum!"

If only he could have focused properly on the view inside the red briefs
Geoff would have realised the complete spectrum of semen was there in all
it's glory to greet him. Ranging from the crystalline to the freshly oozed,
each with it's very own distinctive texture and aroma it was a spunk
fetishists dream, wet or otherwise!

"When d'you last change these pants then?" Geoff was giggling like a ten
year old and deeply inhaling the smells, plainly his preponderance for
semen stained clothing was shared by Mark. "You likes wearing 'em when
they're all messy don't you?"

"Uumm.. oh... well.. yeah.. alright I do!"

Mark was starting to get embarrassed now, knowing he had been wearing them
for at least the second day and also slept in them under his
pyjamas. However, luckily for him, with Geoff's impaired vision he was
unable to see in detail the full extent of the horrors that lay
within. Best described not so much as when Alfie's encounter had equated
them to Pandora's Box, but more as Pandora's Pants.

Other than the glorious selection of stains and smells there were other
very personal touches adding to Geoff's full enjoyment, the strong bodily
aroma, dried pee, sweat and the varied selection of encrustations in the
pubic hair. Since Mark had only lived the solo sex life he had never
considered that one day somebody might actually want to get inside his
disgusting underpants and take hold, let alone suck his much abused cock so
any thought of washing had never even been considered.

"Two days, smells more like two weeks you dirty bugger!" replied Geoff
pulling the elastic far enough to allow his head to almost go
inside. "Phew! Oh fucking hell, I wanna wear these after!"

"Wow... fucking hell yeah, if I can have yours!" gasped Mark, managing to
instantly forget all the hygiene related embarrassment of only moments
before.

"Oh bloody hell... it's fucking brilliant... oh, why ain't I got a
foreskin?" gasped Geoff.

"Don't expect yer parents bothered to ask you!" Mark too was now descending
into childish giggling. "Please, just bloody do something to me before I
cums!"

Geoff, still drawing in the heavenly fragrances tried to focus his eyes on
the little white specs that appeared to decorate the red material,
particularly the excess around where the head of Mark's cock would live.

"Wot's all them little white bits stuck to yer pants then?"

"Oh.. uumm..."

Mark cursed himself, why hadn't he washed before going to school that day
when knowing he was going home after with Geoff for some form of sex. A
vision of Geoff having a repetition of Alfie's recent off-putting
experience and almost vomiting when taking a mouthful of fetid cock flashed
before him. The very last thing he wanted was to put Geoff off any further
sexual encounters.

"Might be a, just a tiny bit of cheese there." he said very lamely.

"Oh.. wot cock cheese? Wot from yer foreskin?" asked Geoff, sounding really
upbeat at the very thought of it. "Wish I had one, then I could make cheese
as well! So wot's it taste like then, is it anything like lumpy spunk?"

"Oh.. it's alright.. a bit sorta.. uumm... " mumbled Mark, praying there
wasn't too much in evidence, in reality in his unwashed state there was a
positive surfeit.

"D'you eat it? I might try a bit!"

"Have done... it's a bit strong!"  he coughed. "You only needs a tiny bit."

It was a partially honest reply, the full reply should have gone on to say
it was utterly revolting!

"Wot, oh... it's a sorta delicacy thing then is it?" Geoff sniffed. "Wish I
had some!"

"Well.."

"Is it like that posh stuff, wot's it called," Geoff thought, "ah, it's,
caviar stuff innit?"

"Caviar? That's a sorta fish shit innit?" even to Mark it seemed an apt
description.

"I `spose so, so then you probably got some cock shit!" he laughed as he
tentatively felt inside. "So, is that wot's smelling then, the cheese? Cor,
must be a gert lot of it!"

"Maybe, I `spose!" Mark cringed, knowing it didn't smell, it stank!

"It's hot and sticky!" exclaimed Geoff now inside and gently stroking on
the foreskin.

"Ohhhh... fuck!" squeaked Mark, his voice going up an octave on feeling the
strange fingers starting to pull his foreskin back and thus unwisely
pollute the atmosphere.

Even with his impaired vision Geoff could see that having revealed the
purple head, the area around the rim where the foreskin joined was
absolutely packed with a creamy coloured, highly suspect looking substance.

"Fucking hell look at that!" unable to take his eyes off it he took a deep
breath. "It smells don't it! I'm gonna play with yer foreskin a minute
`cause I ain't got one, then'll I might give it a suck, so don't cum yet!"

"Just be fucking quick before I do!"

"Cor, is all this that fucking white stuff round yer knob cheese then?"
said Geoff excitedly. "I'm gonna have to put me glasses back on and have a
proper look!"

Mark was mortified and unable to speak. To be more precise he really was
totally and utterly ashamed of himself, he prayed that Geoff's unwelcome
discovery would not signal the end of their blossoming friendship. In fact,
it was to have quite the reverse effect, as Geoff's interest in matters
involving bodily substances of such a revolting and highly intimate nature
frequently featured in his fantasies.

"Oh fucking hell look, I just touched it and a gert lump fell off in yer
pants!" continued Geoff casually adjusting his glasses with his other hand.

"A gert lump of?" queried Mark desperately hoping it wasn't what he thought
it was.

It was. Worse, Geoff was now rubbing it between his fingers.

"Don't it feel horrible and... oh, fucking hell! it tastes fucking
horrible!" Geoff spat it out on the floor.

Thrice mortified Mark just stood there, even his erection was considering
wilting.

"You know you got enough cheese there to make a fucking gert sandwich!"

Doubly thrice mortified and not laughing at the joke Mark continued to
stand, which was more than his flagging cock had decided to do, it really
began tilting to earth.

"But, I ain't eating it!" Geoff started to laugh at his own joke. "And, I
ain't sucking you either, well not till you've bloody washed it! You are a
filthy fucker!"

Thrice mortified to the power of nine, Mark was almost on the verge of
tears thinking he had destroyed his new found friendship in what could only
be the most humiliating manner possible. It was indeed a most salutatory
lesson in hygiene.

"Why you going soft?" Geoff's fingers toyed with the foreskin, trying to
keep the erection up. "Wot's up, why've you gone quiet? Come on, we ain't
even cum yet!"

"We wot.." Mark tried to clear his throat, did that mean Geoff really
wanted to continue. "Wot d'you mean? Is we carrying on then? I thought
you'd stopped `cause of me dirty cock?"

"Just `cause I ain't putting it in me mouth, don't mean we're gonna stop do
it?" replied Geoff rubbing himself through the soggy Aertex
briefs. "Besides I really likes you, `cause you's is such a filthy fucker!"

"You really likes me `cause I'm a filthy fucker?" Martin sounded
incredulous, it seemed he really had met his match in Geoff, somebody who
also loved the more disgusting aspects of having an underwear fetish.

"Yeah, course I do and I also wanna do..."

"Do wot?" asked Mark, still absorbing Geoff's honesty in their underwear
fixation.

Geoff paused before putting forward what he knew to be a audacious
suggestion, something which he knew wouldn't probably be considered by
anybody else except Mark, who as he had correctly guessed had very similar
interests to his own.

"You wanna wot?" asked Mark slowly, he had a feeling that Geoff wasn't
intending to settle for masturbation, but what else could he want, since
solo masturbation was all he knew?

"Well I knows you loves wearing spunky clothes and not washing yer cock,
so.."

"Maybe..." interrupted Mark, "so wot is it?".

"I wanna wash the cheese out yer foreskin, then I might suck you and we can
cum over each other on me bed!"

"Fucking hell! Wot! You wanna clean me cock! " Mark was mildly shocked,
certainly embarrassed, but not entirely adverse to the suggestion. "That's
fucking disgusting!"

"Yeah I know, but I really loves disgusting things!" Geoff grinned. "And, I
gotta feeling you likes that stuff as well don't you? Besides, now we're
here we can't go till we've both cum, can we?"

"Oh, well I'd really like to cum.. to cum.. with you." mumbled Mark.

"I only got me bum and me cock, but you'd be surprised at wot I can do with
'em!"  Geoff laughed, he was itching to get his hands on Mark and have his
evil way with him. "See, I reckons we can do things together you that you
ain't even thought of!"

"Oh, only if you really want, well uumm.. too." Marked tried to sound as
though he was unsure, it certainly didn't fool Geoff. "I `spose we could
try something."

"Great!"

Mark gulped thinking that on first sight, Geoff replete with his NHS
glasses didn't look in the slightest bit interested in sex or even as
though he masturbated. It belied the fact he was positively addicted to boy
sex, be it in fantasy or in the flesh when he could entice someone to join
him. Mark was destined to become a very willing partner in whatever
depraved scenario Geoff could think up.

"I, I `spose you can do me cock if you really wants too." said Mark,
hopefully.

"Course I bloody do." Geoff took charge, he was not letting the opportunity
pass. "Now, let's get undressed and get yer cock washed."

"Oh alright." Mark somewhat nervously fiddled with his briefs, having
recognised that for the first time he was going to be handled and naked in
front of another boy.

"Then," said Geoff excitedly pulling on the slack elastic of his sodden
Aertex briefs, "and then we'll swop pants before we gets in me bed."

"Right." mumbled Mark, knowing that reticence wasn't something that ever
occurred when he performed with Geoff in his bedtime fantasies. This time
it was for real.

"Let's get on with it before me mum comes back." said Geoff glancing at his
watch.

"You sure she won't be early?" Marked looked nervously around.

"Nah, she's ain't never been early yet." replied Geoff putting his hands
around the waistband of Mark's red briefs. "Come on then, let's get these
off!"





Andy had had a most disconcerting afternoon. Thinking about Robin was one
thing, but to be confronted and asked outright if he wanted to join him in
some form of sexual act had really thrown him.

In truth he needed to talk to either Peter or Tim about being propositioned
by the younger boy, but couldn't bring himself to do it. Knowing how
strongly they both felt about getting involved with pupils at the
school. Andy had to find some way of broaching the subject without letting
on he had already partaken of the forbidden fruit, plums in particular. The
drive home away from the school had given him some space to think about it,
although by the time he arrived home he was no further forward other than
knowing any thoughts of Robin would get himself aroused.

"Oh good yer back."

Martin it seemed had been lying in wait and was standing on the pavement by
the car before it had even stopped.

"Why, wot is it?" asked Andy opening the car door, trying to delete Robin
from this thoughts and now focus on his brother.

"It's them photos we took," Martin looked around obviously fearing a blight
of eavesdroppers in the hedge, "we've lost a couple."

"You done wot? A couple of wot?" Andy was definitely now refocused. "Wot,
of them photos that I took? Were they any good?"

"Yeah, lost a couple of them. They was fucking brilliant." Martin was
working himself up into a state of panic. "We was gonna look at them in the
playground and found a couple had gone missing."

"They didn't go fucking missing by themselves did they, so one you two's
lost `em." Andy sighed, knowing that at least he didn't feature in any of
them. "So just calm down and tell me wot happened."

Five minutes later, Andy more or less had the full story, including the
full details of when Adam ensured the boy temporarily lost his
shorts. Knowing he wasn't in any of the pictures and purposely hadn't
included any faces there seemed little to get worked up over. That was,
unless the participants could be identified solely by their cocks and make
of underwear. Whatever, it would give Martin and Adam something to fret
over and occupy themselves with for a while!

"Fucking obvious innit, wot you gotta do is find that first year kid and
duff the little bugger up till he tells you wot he done with 'em!" replied
Andy. "Or you could always set Adam on him, I'll bet he'll have trouble
keeping his sticky hands off him now he knows wot's under his shorts!"

"Oh shit!" Martin's jaw dropped. "You don't think he'd do anything to him
do you?"

"Nah, I'm bloody joking! Just make sure his shorts don't fall down again
and that he keeps his back to the wall!" Andy grinned and moved towards the
house. "Right, can I go in now then?"

"Wot you two doing then?"

"Oh no, oh fucking hell!" muttered Andy under his breath as the smile went
from his face, he looked behind him not that he needed too. "Bloody Alfie!"

"Saw you today at dinner time didn't I when I was with Robin?"

"Yeah." Andy reluctantly faced the fact that Alfie could now also equate
with Robin.

"Who's Robin then?" asked Martin unaware the attraction Andy had for him.

"Oh, a boy at school." replied Andy looking away.

"Yeah, he's one of me mates now." said Alfie proudly, much to Andy's
dismay.

"Oh!" Andy immediately wondered if was it simply an innocent friendship or
was the very appealing and highly persuasive Robin fostering designs on
Alfie as well?

"Is he in yer class then?" said Martin.

"Nah, he's a third year, year above, he's thirteen see." Alfie looked at
Andy. "We met him when he fell off his bike, so we gave him a lift to
school didn't us Andy?"

"Yeah, that's right." he said quietly.

"He's funny, see his mum buys all his clothes too big," Alfie started to
giggle, "so's his gert big trousers keeps sorta falling down and you can
see his big white pants!"

"That should suit you then you dirty little bugger!" Martin grinned. "So
does he get on with yer other mates, wot they called Harry and Wanky or
something innit?"

Alfie thought the whole thing very funny and continually giggled as he
spluttered. "Nah, he ain't met 'em yet. Anyway they's called Terry and
Spunky."

"Well I gotta go and change." said Andy concluding it could be very
unsettling to hear any more of Alfie's new friend Robin, he turned and
walked towards the house.

"Wot's up with him?" asked Alfie watch him go through the front garden.

"Dunno," Martin smiled, "maybe he needs to go to the bog in a hurry!"

"Oh shit!" Alfie giggled yet again.

"Where's Mark then, you two's usually together?"

"He was gonna go to Geoff's house after school, he should be home soon."

The hand in Alfie's pocket had started to become active. Martin watched out
the corner of his eye unaware that only ten minutes earlier it had been
extremely active in the bathroom as Alfie relived his meeting with Robin in
the bicycle shed.

"Wot was he doing there, anything exciting?" said Martin casually,
wondering if it were sexually orientated. "Just visiting?"

"Dunno." Alfie missed the point, but continuing to play with his over
sensitive cock through the pocket of his blue shorts.

"Alfie, you ain't wanking are you?" Martin instantly knew shouldn't have
said it, but couldn't resist as the movements inside the thin shorts looked
so incredibly erotic.

"Nah, I just..." he stopped mid sentence, "oh fuck!"

"Wot in the bathroom?" Martin grinned.

"Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" bright red Alfie stamped his foot. "Fuck!"

"It's alright, we all does it now and again when we comes home from
school!" admitted Martin looking rather ashamed as he did so. "I won't say
nothing."

"Have you... today then?" asked the red face.

"No, not today, honest." he smiled. "I'll tell you a secret, I did
yesterday though!"

After that revelation Alfie looked a lot happier, he edged nearer to Martin
to whisper. "D'you Remember when we was polishing the car and we talked
about having gert secrets?"

"Yeah, why you got one?" Martin's ears pricked up along with his prick.

"So, shall I tell you one? But you gotta promise won't tell nobody will
you?"

"Course not." Martin nodded, trying not to show too much interest having,
like his engorged cock as he instantly assumed it was sexually related.

Alfie was bursting to tell somebody he could trust of his meeting with
Robin earlier that day. He looked furtively around in case the hedge had
acquired listening capabilities since Martin had checked earlier when
talking to Andy about the photos.

"Mart, you really promise `cause it's a gert secret and you won't tell
nobody?"

"Just said so didn't I, alright I promise again!"

"I did things with Robin in the bike sheds at dinner time!" Alfie barely
whispered.

"I know yer whispering so nobody can hear you, but I can't bloody hear you
either!" said Martin smiling. "So tell me again."

"I did things with Robin in the bike sheds at dinner time!" he repeated
whispering only fractionally louder after yet again checking nobody could
possibly overhear.

"You did wot?" Martin's cock was virtually vertical. "Wot exactly?"

"See, I was, I, I've..." the hand in the pocket was now frantic, "I've been
wanking in the bike sheds with Robin during dinner break!"

"You fucking wot?" Martin was surprised, especially at Alfie's candour and
the obvious trust put in telling him. This really was a secret, but he
needed more detail to be able to turn it into a fantasy. "Did he ask you or
did you ask him?"

"Can't remember, I think it's `cause I saw his pants when his trousers
slipped down again, that's when I told him I didn't have none on!" Alfie
waited for a reaction.

"Wot, you had no pants on!" he looked at Alfie in amazement. "Why not?"

"It's all `cause of Mark, him and his mate Geoff was really mean and played
wot they thought was a gert joke on me." Alfie pulled a face and looked
very angry. "I ain't telling you all that stuff now, but, but I'll have
'em, them sods!"

"That don't sound very nice." Mark was more intrigued than ever. "Bad joke
then was it?"

"Yeah it were. But I don't bloody care." Alfie sniffed. "I'll do something
to him."

"So go on, wot happened with Robin in the bike sheds."

Martin's cock was in need of some attention and for once he didn't mind if
Alfie noticed that he was giving it some through his trouser pocket. In
fact for reasons he couldn't understand, he rather hoped it would be
noticed.

"He got his hand up the leg of me shorts so I pushed mine down the front of
his baggy trousers and we did things." mumbled Alfie blushing. "Things."

"Wot, a hand up yer shorts?" queried Martin wondering what he would find
inside, if only he could have done exactly the same thing right then and
there.

Having once started to divulge the sordid details and tell the story in a
virtual grope by grope fashion Alfie's confidence grew whilst he continued
to stroke himself, almost appearing to forget that Martin was watching.

"Fucking hell wish I'd been there!" said Martin, sounding very excited.

His obvious enthusiasm was to prove unwise since Alfie immediately took it
as a sign that Martin now wanted to do something with him. Which of course
which he did, but was desperately trying to do the right thing and resist
due to their age difference and the fact they lived so close to each other.

"And, I still ain't got no pants on now!" said Alfie grinning as he
completed the story, his hand active in his pocket.

"You ain't?" Martin swallowed. "Oh fuck.. so, that's yer willy yer touching
now!"

"Yeah,I ain't got no pants on." it was then he looked across at Martin and
took note of his grey school trousers which did little to hide his erection
nor what looked like a small shiny spot by the fly. "Mart, you won't tell
nobody wot I told you will you?"

"No, course I won't. I'd promised didn't I?"

"Yeah, so if I asked you to do something and I promised not to tell, that
be alright?"

"I `spose so." replied Martin thinking more about Alfie's shorts than the
question.

"I can see you've got a gert leaky hard on now, you have ain't you?"

"Yeah... oh wot!"

Now it was Martin's turn to look down at the bulge and see the growing wet
patch, his subsequent embarrassment certainly did little to prepare him for
Alfie's next suggestion.

"And, you ain't wanked since coming home?"

"No." very flushed, Martin shook his head, not really thinking where
Alfie's line of questioning was heading.

"If I does it now in me shorts, would you do it with me and cum in yer
pants?" Alfie caught his eye. "You could face the hedge so nobody'd see
you!"

Martin's jaw dropped, it was tempting, but dare he? It was a request he
certainly wasn't expecting, under any other circumstances he might take
Alfie up on it.

"Then that'll be our special secret then won't it?" Alfie's winning smile
was all but irresistible. "I knows our Mark often wanks in his pants then
wears 'em all slimy and I thinks you likes doing that as well. You does
don't you?"

Martin took a deep breath, his briefs were certainly quite slimy as it was,
would a little more spunk make any real difference? Besides, it wasn't as
though he was going to touch Alfie or they were going look at each others
cocks.

"But, didn't you say you'd only just done it?" Martin's question was
designed to slow matters down and give him time to think.

"Yeah, me willy's a bit sore `cause I did it on the bus coming home as
well!" Alfie flushed and without warning pulled the elasticated waistband
of his blue shorts away from his body and looked inside. "Me ends gone a
bit red, but I thinks I can do it! D'you wanna see it?"

"Wanna see it?" repeated Martin in daze.

"Can do if you wants, be part of our secret then wunnit?"

"So that's," Martin's thoughts were diverted towards his mental arithmetic
which was being sorely tested, as was his cock, the wet spot on his
trousers was certainly enlarging, "so that's, that's three times, dinner
time with Robin and then, then twice in the last hour.. oh bloody hell!"

"I `spose that's right, oh and don't forget this morning before school!"
Alfie moved to stand right next to him just inside the front garden.

"So you really think you can cum again?" Martin's mouth was going dry. He
was as intrigued as he was aroused and made no effort to distance himself,
desperately wanting to see more of what was inside the blue shorts.

"I really wants to wank again, but I don't wanna hurt it. I cum seven times
one day last week." volunteered Alfie nonchalantly peered inside his shorts
again to see that his rigid member was virtually glowing. "Wanna have a
look, see wot you think?"

"Wot! Me look in yer shorts?"

All this at five o'clock in the afternoon, outside his own front gate after
a long horny day at school with Adam and the mystery of the missing
photographs. Martin was totally confused as to what to do, his brain kept
telling him not to get involved, whereas his oozing organ decreed he must
take advantage of Alfie lest the threat of premature ejaculation become
reality.

"Alright, let's have a quick look then!"

Martin took a deep breath knowing that one way or the other he was destined
to cum in his briefs in the next few moments anyway. Delighted, Alfie
grinned and pulled the front of his shorts out once again to allow Martin
to inspect the contents.

"Oh, looks like the end of yer knobs gone all red!" concluded Martin
somewhat huskily after what felt like several minutes of exquisite visual
examination. The experience being heightened by the distinct knowledge that
things were becoming even more hot and sticky inside his briefs.

Alfie looked up into Martin's face, well aware of the temptation he was
putting him through. It wasn't intended to be in the slightest way
malicious, simply that at twelve Alfie had fantasies as well and one of
them was to masturbate with Martin who he really liked. However, what he
didn't know was that quite often he featured in Martin's fantasies along
with Adam!

"See I've been hard all day without me pants, so it's been rubbing inside
me shorts."

"Yeah, I can imagine."

Martin's breathing was increasing and he was having difficulty in keeping
his hands off Alfie who fluttered about beside him, quickly glancing up and
down the road he turned to face the hedge and partly shield Alfie from
view. However, before he could do or say anything else, a small hand
grasped the bulge in his trousers and started rapidly squeezing
it. Finally, with Martin's legs beginning to wobble the palm of the hand
was pressed directly onto the lump and very firmly slid up and down several
times, the wet patch supplying the necessary lubricant.

"Oh no!" Martin moaned, he groaned, he trembled. Squeezing his legs
together he failed miserably to stem the flow of spunk which had almost
immediately began to fill the front of his already soggy briefs.

To Alfie still pressing his hand on Martin's cock, to experience it jerking
and quite obviously discharging with semen filtering through the trouser
material to coat his fingers, it was as good as an electric shock! His
other hand flew down the front of his blue shorts to flay his already
inflamed member, which had understandably decided to refuse to ejaculate
yet again having suffered more than enough abuse for one afternoon!

"Martin is that you!"

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Chapter 39 to follow