Date: Wed, 23 Mar 2016 09:21:44 +0000
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: LabTech Chapter 39

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 39 – "You can tell from his hands he does it a lot!"

Even though he was never an athlete at heart, Andy covered the few yards
from the front door to where Martin and Alfie were standing in less than a
split picosecond.

"Wot the fuck are you two doing out here?" he looked between them, both
quite horrified that they had been caught in the act. "You must be fucking
mad doing this here outside the house!"

Neither replied, both just stood there frozen and thankful that at least it
was Andy who had been the one to have caught them. The distinct quickening
of the pulse had Alfie convinced his heart could be heard thumping.

"For fucks sake, leave each other alone before somebody walks past and sees
you!"

"Uumm.. oh fuck!" mumbled Martin unable to face Andy, he looked down at the
ground only to catch sight of his glistening school trousers, he looked
away turning a ghostly white. That would undoubtedly seal his fate if his
mother saw them.

Alfie said nothing, but looked as though he was about to burst into tears
and stared at his hand, liberally coated with spunk that had filtered
through Martin's trousers.

"Mart wot the fuck d'you think yer doing leading him on like that, for
fucks sake you ought to know better, he's only twelve!" snapped
Andy. "You're a fucking idiot!"

Martin didn't reply, he was genuinely shocked and had no idea what to do or
say.

"He didn't start it, so don't blame him," volunteered Alfie his voice
cracking, "I got him to do it, he didn't really wanna do it, I knows that!"

"You? Wot? Oh fuck!" Andy, unsure if it were true turned to Alfie. "Is that
really right, it wasn't him that started this?"

"No, he didn't, it was me." his voice tailed off as tears welled in his
eyes, it was the climax to an emotional and certainly unforgettable day. "I
was showing him me willy `cause I've rubbed it sore!"

"Alfie, don't cry, I ain't mad at you doing it with him, it's," Andy
suddenly realised it was time to back-off before Alfie imploded and created
yet another situation.

Alfie looked up and sniffed, he wiped his hand on the back of his shorts.

"It's, it's just that Mart should have known better. Alfie don't you see
it's where yer bloody doing it that's the problem, if you'd done it
together in yer bedroom or somewhere who'd have known? Gawd, `spose a
policeman had walked by, yer lucky 'cause I only came out to get something
from me car."

For a second Andy wondered if Alfie had made him the offer whether he would
have accepted. He didn't know the answer, but knew why Martin had found it
irresistible.

"You won't want nothing to do with me now... ever... will you?" wailed
Alfie, the tears starting in full flood, somewhat exacerbated by the
sensations radiating from his cock, which he'd almost rubbed raw. "We won't
be friends no more!"

"Don't be bloody stupid of course we will, won't we Mart?" Andy thumped
Martin in the back, bringing him quickly back to life. "Now just fucking
tell Alfie we'll all still be friends, right!"

Martin shook himself, somehow he had to snap out of self recrimination.

"Mart, just well bloody tell him!"

"Wot? Oh! He's right Alfie, course we can still be friends once we've all
calmed down a bit, look `cause nobody saw us did they."

The flood of tears slowly abated leaving Alfie looking positively awful,
red eyed and pretty much exhausted, the combined events of the afternoons
forced masturbation marathon having finally caught up with him.

"Why don't you go home and wash yer face in some cold water?" suggested
Andy recognizing that since nobody had actually seen anything it was more a
simple matter of making themselves presentable. "And, in the morning I'll
give you and Mark a lift into school just to show we're still friends."

"Will you?" Alfie looking cautiously at Andy. "And, and you won't tell
nobody about this... will you?"

"No, we're definitely not saying anything at all, are we Mart?"

"No we bloody ain't."

"And, and you won't tell Mark will you?"

"No, no. Not a word." replied Martin looking at Alfie. "I should've said I
wasn't doing it, I'm sorry."

"Well you'd better go before Mark comes home then hadn't you?"

"Yeah, yeah, yer right." Alfie looked round and started to walk very slowly
down the pavement, only to stop give a tearful smile. "I'll see you in the
morning then."

"Yeah, now piss off before you get me going as well!" Andy smiled.

"Lucky you came out." said Martin watching Alfie walk away.

"You stupid fucking idiot!" said Andy. "Wot on earth you wanna do that with
him for, even if he did start it to encourage you?"

"I don't fucking know. Lately I've been all fucking mixed up, I don't know
wot I really want." Martin shook his head. "Come on then, you fucking tell
me wot you'd have done if he'd started showing you his cock?"

Andy was faced with the same question he'd asked himself only minutes
before. As if he didn't have enough boys wearing only their underwear
running around in his head already with Adam, Robin and Mark, to include
Alfie wouldn't exactly be a great hardship.

"Probably done the same as you, I `spose." he admitted after a long pause.

"Glad to hear it, so it ain't just me." said Martin. "Thing is, he's so
bloody cute and he caught me at the wrong time I `spose. He just wanted to
tell me that he hadn't had no pants on all day and one thing led to
another."

"Oh bloody hell, I forgotten about that, no wonder he was so randy."

"Course you'd know all about that then, `cause you gave 'em a lift in this
morning?"

"Yeah. Mark played big joke on him and it went a bit far, so they had a
gert row."

"So, go on and tell me then."

"Wot you two doing then?"

Hearing the voice curtailed any further explanation, Andy swung round to
see it was now Mark walking rather awkwardly towards them. Looking even
worse than Alfie had, totally washed out, his school uniform in a state
approaching some disarray.

Mark had been a very willing pawn in Geoff's fantasy world from the moment
he had been lured into the bedroom, allowing Geoff to literally seize the
opportunity to get his hands on him. It hadn't taken long to discover they
appeared equally matched in terms of fetishes for soiled underwear, bodily
discharges and the less savoury aspects of personal hygiene and
fantasies. The friendship had been cemented using a natural substance which
erupted from Mark's nether regions after a prolonged bout of manual
stimulation courtesy of Geoff. Such stimulus required the simultaneous
employment of two digits inserted anally to ensure Mark was left in a
debilitated state second to none. Escaping only seconds before Geoff's
mother arrived home, Mark found walking home wearing the sodden Aertex
briefs with a very tender erection that wouldn't subside, plus the
sensation that the fingers were still actively inserted to be both painful,
yet incredibly arousing.

"Fucking hell mate, you look awful!" exclaimed Martin, which whilst being
an accurate description, probably wasn't the most tactful of greetings.

"You don't look too hot yerself!" replied Mark with a grin after looking
Martin up and down. "And, wot's happened to you... or should I say, wot's
cum over you?"

"Of fucking hell!" Martin looked down and blanched. Amazingly enough, it
was the one aspect of his confluence with Alfie that he'd forgotten
about. "Oh fucking no!"

"Oh fucking contraire yes!" Mark laughed. "That's yer actual fucking French
innit!"

"Why you walking like that then, you got something up yer bum?" asked Andy,
not of course that he couldn't guess that something might well have been.

"Or, maybe it's something he's had!" Martin grinned.

"Fuck! Is it that obvious?" Mark blushed, not that he minded them guessing
he had been up to something, but was nevertheless was a little embarrassed
to admit it.

"A little birdie told us it might have been some boy called Geoff..." Andy
paused.

"You been in his nest?" Martin laughed.

"Fucking Alfie, why don't he keep his gert mouth shut! Wot else did he
say?"

"Nothing, we just saw him and asked why you wasn't home together, that's
all."

"Course, it wouldn't take a lot to guess what you might have been doing,
especially if you look at yer trousers, no wonder you get yer blazer
buttoned up!" Martin moved to have a closer look. "And, you thought mine
was bad!"

"Oh wot! Fuck!" Mark instantly undid the blazer to inspect himself, quite
rightly fearing another embarrassing altercation with his mother.

"Wot a right fucking pair of fucking wankers you two are ain't you!" Andy
grinned. "You both know yer mother's go fucking nuts and yet you still
comes home with yer clothes all covered in spunk!"

Mark didn't reply. He was staring at his trousers, it was only days
previously that she had not so much admonished, as demolished him over
exactly the same thing. The spunk that had been so readily absorbed by the
Aertex briefs had indeed transposed itself to form a dark wet patch on the
front of the school trousers.

"Hello boys, what's going on, are you having a union meeting?"

"Dad!" exclaimed Martin turning round. "Oh! Didn't see you come home."

"Lucky you weren't doing something you shouldn't then!" replied Hugh
smiling.

"Uumm... yeah... haha.." Martin flushed, it didn't take much to set him
off.

"A union meeting?" Mark knew the only union he wanted was a physical one.

"We was just going in." Andy nudged Martin, who took the hint realising it
would be the ideal time to make the move inside as their mother would be
talking to Hugh.




Mark was left having to run the gauntlet in order to escape to his mother's
eagle eye when it came to preserving expensive school uniforms. Luckily his
fathers car was still absent, meaning he had not yet returned from work
which in turn narrowed the field in him having to only avoid seeing his
mother or Sophie. Silencing Alfie wasn't really a problem since Mark knew
he could blackmail him over his nocturnal habits.

Managing to open the front door without making any noise he crept into the
hall, his bag covering the offending stain on his trousers to hear raised
voices coming from the kitchen. As ever Sophie and her mother were arguing,
the subject appeared to be over the highly improbable purchase of shoes
with huge stiletto heels for school.

For once it seemed his luck was in and he continued to quietly climb the
stairs to the safety of the bedroom. Inside his good fortune was confirmed,
with no sign of Alfie other than the contents of his school bag having been
deposited over his bed. There was no time to loose, it was the ideal
opportunity to change his clothes and hide the trousers until they had
dried out, his older school trousers having to suffice for the next day.

Alfie was actually in the bathroom unsuccessfully attempting to quell the
throbbing end of his cock by plastering it with his mothers precious face
cream. It wasn't quite the panacea he had hoped, for other than making him
smell rather cherubic, the oily cream had achieved nothing except making
the glowing end really start to sting.

It was definitely a case of the wrong treatment. Using Sophie's damp
facecloth to wipe the excesses of cream off and then generally clean up
under the foreskin he concluded that simply wearing some underpants should
insulate his cock from the rough seams inside of his shorts. Wary of his
mother's instant temper and being caught with the face cream he decided to
quickly return it to his parents bedroom and instead find some
underpants. The cream returned, albeit with nearly half the pot missing and
redistributed between Sophie's facecloth and a clean towel he zoomed off at
high speed towards the bedroom he shared with his brother.

Unaware that Mark had returned, Alfie burst into the bedroom with one hand
down the front of shorts and stopped dead on seeing Mark without any
trousers. Caught between changing into his jeans he put his hands very
theatrically in front to try to hide the sagging and very obviously spunky
Aertex briefs. Alfie just stared, despite the end of his cock being unwell
it once again started to twitch in his hand.

Finally pointing, Alfie asked in disbelief. "Wotever you got on? Where
d'you get them horrible pants? Have you swopped pants with somebody?"

"Don't you fucking say nothing to nobody or I'll break yer fucking neck!"
it was by now, Mark's standard reply.

"Not me neck again!" Alfie was starting to giggle at the sight of his
brother, who was more than just a little embarrassed at being
caught. "Who's is they's spunky pants?"

"Fuck you.. if you say a fucking word about this, I'll fucking, fucking..."
Mark lunged at Alfie, missed by a mile and then looked horrified when his
own badly abused organ literally fell out of the gaping side of the
unsupportive, soggy Aertex briefs.

"You'll break me fucking neck!" interrupted Alfie squealing hysterically at
the sight of Mark's semi-flaccid cock, which appeared to be easily as raw
and tender as his own.

"You little cunt I'll, I'll... fucking..."

Mark continued to rant whilst unsuccessfully endeavouring to keep his
rapidly expanding boyhood inside the shapeless briefs as he searched for
his jeans. Alfie wisely kept himself at arms length and watched avidly,
coveting the size of Mark's cock whilst studying the sartorial elegance of
spunky, soiled, sagging Aertex briefs.

It was a flash of divine inspiration.

"They're yer mate Geoff's pants ain't they?" exclaimed suddenly Alfie
gesticulated wildly. "You've pants swopped with Geoff, is all that his
spunk then?"

"Fuck you! How d'you..." Mark was now really rattled and knew there was no
chance of denying it, the guilt was almost as tangible as the spunk.

"They is ain't they?" crowed Alfie. "Yer wearing Geoff's dirty pants!"

If news ever got out amongst Alfie's friends that Mark swopped underwear
with other boys and he'd never live it down. Managing to finally zip up the
jeans with his cock now fully erect and again uncomfortably poking out the
side of the briefs he was more than tempted to seriously thump Alfie to
make the point.

"They's Geoff's ain't they?" repeated Alfie, backing towards the door just
in case.

Mark angrily clenched his fists, wholly unnerved at being caught out in
such a humiliating manner and then finding his underwear fetish pushed
centre stage to be ridiculed by his younger brother. Having never hit Alfie
he knew deep down it really wasn't the time to start and did his best to
contain his anger.

"If yer gonna wank in 'em tonight... can I watch?" asked Alfie somewhat
over optimistically, holding the front of his shorts with all thoughts of
his sore cock having miraculously disappeared. "Wot else you gonna do with
'em? You gonna sleep in 'em? And, and then you gonna swop `em back
tomorrow?"

"Oh fuck off! No you fucking can't!" snapped Mark. "Will you just fucking
shut up before somebody hears you! If you dares say a word about this I'll
break your fucking neck and your fucking legs and.. and.. pull yer fucking
balls off and stuff 'em up yer fucking bum and... and.. and d'you fucking
understand?"

At which point Mark ran out of both breath and bodily
options. Unsurprisingly Alfie had instantly rumbled Mark's plan, since it
didn't actually take that much rumbling, but probably considerable rubbing
to be more accurate! What Alfie had correctly assumed was that Mark would
be taking the opportunity to ejaculate in them as many times as he could
physically manage before giving them back with Geoff the following day at
school. If that were the case, then a change of underpants would be
required and Alfie's devious scheme for retribution should work, although a
careful watch was needed to be put on Mark that evening. Besides which, if
underwear swapping were that exciting then maybe Alfie should consider
doing a swop with one of his friends as well.

"Think so."

Alfie did his best to sound as though he were intimated. However, having
instantly recognised that now he now had a fantastic blackmail opportunity
should the occasion ever demand, it seemed sensible to go along with Mark
before he got himself too agitated. Not that that didn't mean the trick
played on him by Mark and Geoff was to be forgotten, he'd already worked
out how to get his own back!

"I'm having enough trouble with Sophie, without you two starting as well,
so what's all the noise about?"

For the second time that day the bedroom door had burst open, however it
was now Alison standing there, who was plainly not having the most restful
afternoon.

"Oh mum!" Alfie immediately checked his hand was not down the front of his
shorts.

"Wot noise? Nothing, going on, we was just talking." said Mark, similarly
checking his fly was fastened, even it was still bulging ominously.

"You sure? It was very loud talking." she looked between them. "I know you
two!"

Alfie smiled angelically. "We's just talking mum,"

"Right, well instead of just talking," she looked at her watch, "and, as
it's now gone five why don't you do your homework before tea for a change."

Mark turned to keep his jeans out of sight and smiled sweetly. "Why not!"

"And no more shouting then." she smiled back, at least nobody appeared hurt
and the furniture was still intact. The boys misdemeanours and even their
semen stained washing she could cope with, the hormonal Sophie on the other
hand presented a constant war of attrition.



Amazingly enough the boys did attempt to complete their homework and
against all the odds had almost succeeded by the time the evening meal was
ready. Alfie wasn't that keen on doing too much, but forced himself to
continue purely because it meant he could be around Mark and see that he
didn't sneak off somewhere to infuse Geoff's briefs.

Tea was almost civilised and just about over when the telephone rang,
Alison being nearest the door went into the hallway to answer it.

"It's for you Alfie." she said on returning and sitting back down.

"For me? But, who is it?" he looked amazed, if not a little embarrassed at
having a telephone call to himself, they all looked at him wondering who it
was.

"Well you'd better go and answer it." said Jim.

"Mum. who, who is it?" he repeated.

"I think it must be one of your friends," said Alison, "I did ask his name,
it sounded most unusual, so I asked him to repeat it.. I'm sure he said it
was Spunky!"

"Spunky!" said Alfie going bright red.

"Spunky?" queried Sophie immediately starting to giggle.

"Spunky!" blurted Mark inadvertently.

"Alfie, you'd better go, hurry up now, he's holding on for you." said
Alison blissfully naively unaware of the connotation of the word.

Jim merely smiled, accidentally catching Mark's eye who flushed and looked
away.

Two minutes later Alfie returned unsure what, if anything to say and sat
down.

"Is.. is Spunky alright?" spluttered Sophie.

"That was a very short conversation," remarked Alison in an attempt to
resume normality, "is everything alright?"

"He's, he's just coming round to borrow one of me school books." stuttered
Alfie. "Didn't know he had me telephone number."

"Directory enquiries I expect." said Jim.

"Wot, Spunky's.. cumming.. here?" the inflection in Sophie's voice was
obvious.

"Sophie!"

Jim raised an eyebrow and looked across at her as she dissolved in a fit of
giggling. The sexual connection wasn't lost on Mark either, he failed
miserably not to look embarrassed at the implication of a subject so dear
to him. That left Alfie sitting there a brilliant shade of red, knowing
that he had been so ably attending to both Spunky and Terry in the empty
changing room only the previous week.

"I think tea's finished now then." said Alison somewhat icily, well aware
she couldn't change Spunky's name and it must be some form of crude
nickname. "Come on Sophie, you can give me a hand to clear up."

Jim glanced at Alfie and smiled to himself, it seemed that boys would be
boys even down to the choice of nickname!



Not wishing Mark to know the real reason for Spunky's visit, shortly after
tea Alfie positioned himself outside the house to wait for him to
arrive. He didn't have to wait more than a few minutes before Spunky's
bicycle screeched to a halt outside the house on seeing him waiting by the
gate.

"You got it then?" asked Alfie even before Spunky had got off his
bike. "Come over yer by the garage, `cause we won't be overheard."

Leaning his bike, which was if anything a little large for him against the
garden wall, he followed Alfie over.

"Luvly shop that, it's all full of tricks and gert loads of joke stuff,"
said Spunky, "and now I know it ain't far from me house so I'm gonna go
back on Saturday and have proper look round."

"Well remind me on Friday and I might come over as well. Now listen, I've
had to pretend about not knowing you was gonna ring otherwise it might have
looked a bit odd, anyway nobody ain't guessed nothing." Alfie noted that
true to form Spunky already had a hand in his shorts pocket.

"That's alright."

"See, I wanna do it for tomorrow `cause I knows Mark's got that grumpy old
bugger Browne for maths who won't stand no pissing about."

"Yeah, it's here, look," Spunky dug into his other pocket and produced a
small round yellow tin, "the bloke in the shop said it's the strongest one
and should last for a couple of hours, he said you shouldn't use too much."

"Him and that Geoff were right sods doing that to us weren't they and now
they thinks we've forgotten about it.?" Alfie looked at the label on the
tin. "So, the bloke in the shop said we wasn't to use too much?"

"Yeah, but, well," Spunky grinned as he rubbed himself through his
pocket. "I don't think that's right d'you?"

"Nah, can't be, I thinks we'll have to use gert loads of it!" Alfie grinned
back.

"Hello kiddies, wot you doing then?"

"Oh shit, here he is!" muttered Alfie quickly slipping the tin into his
pocket. "Knew he couldn't keep away, the nosy sod!"

"Don't worry, I'll have him!" whispered Spunky.

"Wot d'you want then?" said Alfie looking at Mark.

"Just checking you two ain't doing nothing that you ain't supposed too."

"We ain't doing nothing that you don't do at bedtime if that's wot you
means!" replied Spunky who possessed very little in the way of
inhibitions. Despite his small stature he was in a very combative mood and
determined to extract a degree of atonement for what Mark and Geoff had
done to them in the toilet.

"Oh.. uumm.. shit!"

Mark was rather taken aback at the reply and realised that Spunky obviously
was pretty impervious to embarrassment when it came to matters of
masturbation.

"Where's yer mate Geoff then, thought you two was always together?" Spunky
gathered himself up to his full height of four foot and a bit, he sniffed
and added. "I `spect he's home playing with himself like you've been!"

Alfie sniggered, it appeared Spunky was really going for the penile
jugular.

"You cheeky little fucking wanker.. I'll fucking.."

"You'll fucking wot? Just `cause yer a bigger wanker!" interrupted Spunky.

"Shit, you little sod, we'll fucking have you!"

"We? Wot you mean it takes both you and wanky Geoff to deal with Spunky?"
added Alfie throwing more fuel on the fire. "Anyway's wot was you two gonna
do in that bog alone then, before you knew we was in there?"

"They's gonna have a wank I `spect!" said Spunky starting giggle. "Look at
him, you can tell from the all hairs on his hands he does it a lot!"

"Bloody little kids!"

Mark quickly pushed his hands in his pocket, he had certainly taken the
bait and having switched from being victor to victim was looking quite
embarrassed on being subjected to a crude hypothesis of his masturbatory
habits by the two twelve year old boys.

"Yeah look, see he's gone all red, he's a gert wanker alright!" said Spunky
pointing.

"Cor, Spunk's look he's starting again right now!" added Alfie rather
unwisely.

From his body language it looked as though Mark could get physical. Sensing
what might happen Spunky stepped quickly sideways just in case Mark thought
that approach might deter further insults. However, Mark knew better than
to go for Spunky and instead hurled himself at Alfie who was a far safer
target, unfortunately tripping over the raised path edging he sent himself
flying onto the front lawn to shrieks of laughter.

It took a few moments to get his breath back, he slowly managed to bend
over in order to stand back up. It was at this point that the laughter
increased to verge on the hysterical, turning his head he saw both Spunky
and Alfie pointing at him, but couldn't immediately work out what was so
funny until he was again vertical.

"Oh.. fucking hell no!"

His shirt had pulled away from his jeans to expose far too much of the
front of Geoff's heavily stained Aertex briefs. Whilst an exquisite turn-on
to wear in secret, to be thought of as wearing them on a regular basis was
utterly mortifying.

"Look he wears them same awful gert pants like wot I does!" exclaimed
Spunky through bouts of laughter as he lifted his blue striped top to
reveal a similar two inches of Aertex mesh above his shorts.

"Oooh and look at all them wank stains he's got on `em!" said Alfie.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" with the younger boys laughing at him Mark was
decidedly red in the face and most definitely not best pleased, Alfie
stepped back just in case.

"And, you got them nice little coloured ones, but he still wants to wear
them mesh things!" crowed Spunky, unaware of the true situation.

"Oh yeah, he really loves 'em, he don't never wanna take 'em off,"
continued Alfie wanting to foster the impression it was what Mark always
wore, "I `spect he'll even sleep in 'em again tonight!"

"Bet that's when he gets all them stains on 'em don't `e!"

Spunky sidestepped Mark's hand and made a dash for his bike as Alfie shot
off to the relative safety of indoors.

"I'll bloody have you!" cried Mark taking off after Alfie whilst
unsuccessfully trying to tuck his shirt and several inches of Aertex mesh
back inside his jeans.

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Chap 40 to follow