Date: Wed, 04 May 2016 10:03:15 +0100
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: LabTech chapter 42

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 42 – "Oh Martin, what a big boy you are!"


"So where are we going then?"

"In here." replied Andy swinging off the main road to drive through a pair
of imposing and rather ornate stone pillars supporting large wrought iron
gates. "This was one of them gert country house places with loads of
grounds, but it's a sorta public park now, I knows it well `cause I used to
walk me uncle's dog yer."

"Bloody hell, it's big innit?" Adam looked around, the parkland whilst
having a distinct slope did appear to roll on for ever, dotted with trees
and occasional thickets.

"In a minute there's a right turn off this main bit, where we can drive up
to the higher part, not that many people go up there, especially as it's
Saturday morning."

"Oh. Wot we gonna do there then?" Adam reached over to put his hand on
Andy's knee. "Nothing nawty... I hope!"

"Do? We gonna do wot we both wants. I hope I ain't making a fool of meself
am I?" asked Andy anxiously. "I mean, you still do don't you? You ain't
changed yer mind?"

"No, don't be bloody silly, course I wants to do something." Adam
smiled. "Just that I'm still a bit muddled `cause like we both said wot we
honestly thought, didn't we? And, I gotta sorta work it out. Anyway, how
d'you know we ain't gonna get caught?"

"Look, if we goes up to top and parks by the trees and then we checks there
ain't nobody up there, the only way we is gonna get caught is by somebody
coming up the hill," said Andy taking the right turn and leaving the main
track, "because we can see `em coming up can't we?"

"That's clever, when d'you work all that out then?" Adam's hand gravitated
from knee to inner thigh making Andy flinch.

"I worked it out when I'd walk that dog, `cause I'd stop for a wank up yer
in the bushes!" Andy grinned and pointed up the slope. "Now just keep yer
fucking hand away from me cock or I'm gonna cum in me pants!"

"I can't believe it, wot you having wanky dog walks!" Adam burst out
laughing. "But yer right, there's something really horny about wanking
outside isn't there?"

"Certainly is and we're gonna bloody do it!"

"D'you know, where we lives now, there's a ten year old boy next door and
twice I've hid by the fence in our back garden and had a wank while looking
at his pants hanging on the line." said Adam. "I'm gonna be brave and pinch
a pair one day!"

"Better still if you could pinch 'em when he's wearing 'em!" Andy swung the
car round and reversed it back up towards the trees. "I'd help you wank in
'em!"

"The thought of that does something for you don't it? Be honest?"

"Yeah, always has done, looking at washing lines," Andy blushed, "I can't
help it."

"Well don't apologise, `cause I does it as well and I also looks through
the clothes in the changing rooms for wank stains!"

"Wot? Wasn't just me then?" exclaimed Andy in surprise, at last realizing
he was not alone in his fetishes.

"You didn't think it was just you who did that sorta stuff did you?" Adam
now looked surprised. "I think loads do it, I knew at least three boys at
me last school who did!"

"I `spose I did, 'cause I never talked to anybody about it." he replied
sheepishly. "Oh fuck! So that means somebody could have been looking at
mine then!"

"Yeah! And, so you d'you also think you're the only one who'd wank in some
other kids pants and then hang 'em back up?"

"How d'you know about that?" Andy blushed. "Oh fuck... I thought I was the
only one who'd do that! Wot, so you did it well did you?"

"Yeah, course I did. I'd find an excuse to go back to the changing rooms
and cum in some kids that ain't got no wank stains! D'you know, that
sometimes they was all stained!" Adam grinned. "Anyhow, then I'll watch the
kid start getting dressed and finding me spunk, course he ain't gonna tell
the teacher somebody's just wanked in his pants is he? I means, you
wouldn't would you? Nah, he's just gonna put 'em back on all cold and
sticky!"

"Well some bugger did it to me, so that's when I started doing it!" Andy
laughed although his voice tailed off. "Uumm, now we're here, so, so wot we
gonna do?"

"I think we needs to hold each other for a bit don't we?" Adam bit his lip,
this was approaching the moment of truth and even he wasn't sure how he
felt.

"Yeah, I uumm.. but, I don't know wot to do." Andy blinked. "Truth is I
ain't done much stuff like this before, you knows that."

"Well there ain't no rush is there? So first, why don't we open the car
doors then it won't look like it's two blokes doing something they
shouldn't in a car!"

"Yeah, good idea, `cause we can see if anybody's coming up here can't we."

Andy opened his door and looked out, genuinely wondering what he should do
next. Other than his previous experience with Adam he was both a physical
and emotional virgin, totally bereft of any ideas of what he should be
doing in terms of immediate intimacy with Adam.

"Ain't you ever done kissing and cuddling stuff other than when you did it
with me?" asked Adam immediately sensing that Andy was struggling. "Even
with a girl?"

"Nothing." replied Andy quietly, he screwed his eyes up and looked
away. "I'm just a bloody wanker, it's all I ever done!"

"Well I done a little bit of kissing," Adam smiled trying desperately to
put him at ease, he reached over and put his right arm around his neck and
pulled him across the seat towards himself, "course only with boys... none
of them girls."

"You've done everything, I ain't done fuck all never!" Andy sniffed, almost
in tears.

"Well yer gonna do something right now so just shut up and come here!"

With that Adam planted his lips firmly on top of Andy's to give him a
rather wet and sloppy kiss, then forced his tongue between his lips into
his mouth, whilst his left hand started feeling it's way up between his
legs.




"You really do want to see them don't you?"

Martin, red with embarrassment just nodded and stuttered. "Yeah.. I, I
really does."

"I really don't know if we should be doing this you know, because well, I'm
a bit older and all that." Mr Maxwell looked at him and quickly continued
before Martin had a chance to agree. "Still, it's only too look at isn't
it? So if we do it, we mustn't ever tell anybody about it, then that's fair
to both of us d'you agree?"

"Yeah, that's' fine." Martin looked nervously looking round to check the
door was partially open for a quick escape if need be. "You won't do
nothing to me will you?"

"No of course I won't, now don't be silly. You should only do what you want
to do, now that we trust each other."

"Oh yeah. Sorry... I'm just a bit nervous like." he mumbled, he gaze firmly
fixed on Mr Maxwells shirt covering the bulging trousers.

The thought had flashed through his mind that it had been alright when
Harry had fumbled with Adam in the park and that since he had obviously
enjoyed the older male experience it followed he should enjoy what was to
happen now. As he rapidly convinced himself that it was probably alright to
see what Mr Maxwell could offer his fingers traced the slimy head of his
cock through his pocket. Besides, Mr Maxwell with his shock of blond hair
and very trim figure looked far younger than Harry and if anything,
appeared to be barely only ten years or so older than his brother Andy.

However, to Mr Maxwell there didn't seem much point in putting off the big
question for much longer. They'd skirted around the subject long enough and
he really did want to know if Martin was interested or would make a hasty
exit never to be seen again. Slowly he lifted the front of his shirt to
expose the front of his trousers.

"Oh god! Martin, look what you've done! I think you've really made me go
hard!"

"Uumm.. wot me? Really?" gasped Martin looking down, thoroughly flattered
that he could be the cause of arousal and the enormous bulge in Mr
Maxwell's trousers.

"Oh.. it looks like you're getting really erect as well now, you're not are
you?" the inflection made it sound incredulous as Mr Maxwell pointedly
glanced at Martin.

Coyly Martin nodded, there was no getting about it, his jeans confirmed it
already.

"The only thing is Martin," said it Mr Maxwell after a theatrical pause,
toying with the zip of his trousers, "I think it's quite important that you
tell me that you want us to carry on, I really wouldn't want you to feel
that I've pushed you into anything you, you didn't really want to do."

"Oh... uumm.. oh... I see.. I, I hadn't thought of that... I, I
think... oh.."

In Martin's befuddled state where sex had overridden all logic he attempted
to think his way through. However, with the sight of Mr Maxwell's pale grey
trousers looking as though they had reached bursting point his answer was a
forgone conclusion.

"I thinks I would like to see it.. sorry.. see yer new pants!" he
stuttered, he blushed, he just couldn't control himself without taking his
eyes off the trousers.

This was far superior to peering through a hole in a wall. Mr Maxwell
smiled and very deliberately, just to put further temptation in Martin's
way he casually asked. "Maybe you would you like to undo my zip?"

"Me!" his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "Is.. would.. is that
alright?"

"Well, only if you want too of course. I wouldn't want to make you do it
would I?"

Martin shook his head, gulped and then again. Slowly he shuffled nearer
unable to take his eyes off the bulging trousers, his fingers were
nervously quivering. He just couldn't resist. His cock deposited yet more
precum into his already wet briefs.

"Thought you might."

Whilst Mr Maxwell sounded extremely calm, it belied his mounting
excitement. There was yet the big question still to be answered, how to get
Martin to drop his jeans.

Whatever was inside the trousers felt to Martin as though it were made of
steel, it certainly hindered progress, meaning he had to press hard and
struggle to get the zip started. Eventually, with Martin only too well
aware that it would take very little before he had an involuntary
ejaculation, Mr Maxwell's fly parted to tantalisingly reveal not boring
white elastic, but a powder blue waistband of what he rightly assumed were
some small, tight, briefs.

"Oh.. god!" he stared. He gasped. He produced another three blobs of precum
in the excitement. The front of jeans his had already started going darker.

"You can pull the trousers down a bit if you want." said Mr Maxwell,
encouragingly.

It was with very shaky hands that Martin tugged at the trousers to
gradually expose more of the briefs, which by now could do little to
conceal the erection within.

"Whoops! Oh, I'm sorry Martin, you've got it really hard now! I didn't mean
for you to have to deal with it like this." said Mr Maxwell. "I'd better
just zip them back up..."

"No, no!" blurted Martin, transfixed by the blue bulge. "Oh.. umm.. oh I
don't.. I.. I.. don't know!"

"Well, I think maybe we'd better forget this."

"But, but is that.. is that... a gert wet spot?" Martin pointed a quivering
finger at what could only be a giant wet spot, appearing much darker on the
light material.

"Oh my god so it is! You don't really want to go touching that now do you?"

"No, oh, I don't know, it ain't right. Wot, d'you mean, I can? Should I?"
he didn't just appear totally confused, he was absolutely and totally
confused. "D'you think it'll be alright then, if, if it's just between us
two... it is innit? Can I.. touch it.. uumm.. Oh!"

Poor Martin was absolutely lost to the real world, the only things that
concerned him were the contents of the blue briefs and the desire not to
ejaculate in his own briefs.

"Well I suppose," Mr Maxwell smiled, "but only if you really want too,
d'you agree?"

Actions spoke louder than words. Very tentatively, after a great deal of
thought which took less than all of a brace of nano seconds, the very same
quivering finger reached out to fleetingly touch the wet material, only to
instantly recoil.

"Oh.. shouldn't I have done that?" Martin's mouth dropped open, he looked
up at Mr Maxwell for guidance and permission to touch it again. "Can
I.. can I.. do it again?"

"Only if you want too," Mr Maxwell continued to smile very encouragingly,
"d'you know Martin, I wouldn't be surprised if the next thing is you'll be
wanting to pull them down a bit so you can have a proper look!"

Mr Maxwell was unable to believe his luck at Martin's naivety and total
compliance with almost any suggestion. For his part, Martin still didn't
know whether he was coming or going, all he did know was that he had become
absolutely determined to overcome any doubts about Mr Maxwell's integrity
and soon be touching an adult sized cock. That was, if he hadn't suffered
premature ejaculation in the meantime.

"Actually Martin, I wouldn't mind if you did," he laughed, "these new pants
are a bit tight anyway now that you've got me so hard!"

"I did! Can I? Honestly?"

Unlike his briefs, Martin's mouth might have been dry, but it didn't stop
his shaky hand once again reaching out and this time taking a hold on the
blue waistband.

"Just bloody hurry!" said Mr Maxwell under his breath. He nodded
encouragingly, knowing the wet patch was getting bigger and if Martin
didn't speed up soon, up he too could be cursed with the embarrassment of
premature ejaculation.

Two incredibly trembling hands were now grasping the waistband. With some
difficulty, accompanied by a lot of heavy breathing they managed to pull it
down and over Mr Maxwell's stout, uncircumcised manhood which immediately
twanged into view. Martin's eyes all but crossed at the sight of it, precum
oozed freely from the wrinkled end of the foreskin allowing a thin thread
to fall slowly onto the pale blue briefs below.

"Oh fuck.. it's... got on me hands!" gasped Martin, his fingers glistened
in the light.

"I'll bet its nice and slippery... just like your's is I expect?" not
wishing to give Martin any time to collect his senses it was the first
thing that came into his head,.

Dutifully Martin rubbed his slippery fingers together and looked up. "I
thinks so."

"What's the bet you've leaked a bit as well by now then?" Mr Maxwell leant
forward and finally reached for the prize, button on Martin's jeans. "Is it
OK to have a look?"

Martin nodded affirmatively, the hands around his waist knew exactly what
they were doing and all so quickly too. The jeans were around his knees in
a second.

"Oh! And you've got Y-fronts!" exclaimed Mr Maxwell in mock surprise. "Oh
Martin.. wow, I didn't know you were such big boy, ooh.. you really are!
Bloody hell, you lucky boy just look at that great big bulge... and you've
got a great big wet patch like mine to match as well!"

"I am? Me bulge? All wet!" confused, flattered beyond measure Martin fairly
glowed with pride. "Really a big boy?"

"I should say so, it'll be a lucky girl that gets that!" Mr Maxwell
swallowed as he stared at the translucent cotton, the purple head of
Martin's erection plainly visible. "D'you know I reckon you cocks nearly as
big as mine, what d'you think?"

"D'you really think it is?" surprisingly unembarrassed, incredibly
flattered, Martin looked down to inspect his wares through the lewdly
tenting wet briefs. "Honest?"

"It's hard to say as you've still got your pants on!" replied Mr Maxwell
squeezing his legs together hoping to slow further penile leakage. Just
like Martin, he was equally over stimulated and failing to stop further
precum overflowing from his foreskin.

"There!"

Without warning Martin suddenly pulled his briefs down past his knees and
earnestly looked back and forth between himself and Mr Maxwell rather like
two five year olds in the school playground.  "Shit!" Mr Maxwell swallowed
hard, it wasn't the only thing he wanted swallow.

"Wot d'you think then, who's got the biggest?"

"I think it's a lovely big cock." Mr Maxwell staring longingly
down. Devious as ever he had yet another ploy in mind. "Not quite sure
about the length though, because you haven't got a foreskin like I have."

"Oh well, uumm, if you pulled yer's right back, then we'd be able to see,
wouldn't us?" said Martin looking down, totally carried along by the speed
of the seduction.

"Of course," Mr Maxwell smiled, "maybe uumm... unless you'd like to do it?
Oh no, you'd better not I suppose really."

"Oh me! I, uumm... I dunno.. I ain't sure, I could.. well I `spose I
could.. you won't say nothing will you?"

Martin paused, the sensible half of this brain thinking that maybe it
wasn't right he should do that. Or, following on, if it wasn't right then
why had he gone so far as so willingly exposing himself already! All that
aside, it was one hell of a temptation.

"I know what we can do and it'll be.. uumm.. maybe fair," said Mr Maxwell
quickly sensing his dream could soon be evaporating if Martin decided
against, "why don't we just hold each others, then we can easily feel if
one's bigger or not!"

It was of course, an absolutely ludicrous suggestion, but one that Martin
in his thoroughly befuddled state seized upon as being perfectly
acceptable, especially with the bonus of Mr Maxwell getting to hold his
cock which was now twitching expectantly.

"Bloody hell! Don't rip it off!"

Mr Maxwell winced as Martin instantly lunged forward to very firmly grab
hold of the foreskin and wrench it back over the shaft, immediately
showering everything with precum. Martin though was neither listening nor
concentrating, with the slippery organ in his grasp his only thought was to
start masturbating and let it ejaculate all over his hand. If though he had
been listening, he would have heard Mr Maxwell announce that he was going
to reciprocate and start on his own cock, instead he merely looked
surprised when the hand wrapped itself around the slimy shaft.

"Lovely. Oh god!"

Murmured Mr Maxwell to himself, running his fingers up and down to coat
them with Martin's ample precum as lubricant. His grip slowly tightened to
the point where he too effectively began to masturbate Martin, who having
been on the cusp of ejaculation for some time violently shuddered, his cock
virtually exploding with a fountain of semen. Intense wasn't the word for
his resulting orgasm, such was the power of it that he wobbled precariously
and had to be supported by a truly ecstatic Mr Maxwell whilst his cock
continued to jump around squirting semen over everything in sight.

Opening his eyes he found himself sat on a chair, his cock still apparently
very much a source of exquisite pleasure, glancing down to see his jeans
and briefs around his ankles he soon realised why. Mr Maxwell's eye's
swivelled upwards, his head buried between Martin's legs having swallowed
the entire length of adolescence pleasure. Slowly he allowed it to escape
from his mouth to descend now partly flaccid, over Martin's matted pubic
hair, wiping the semen from his mouth with the back of his hand he fixed
Martin's gaze.

"I was just cleaning you up a little! I hope you don't mind."

"No.. no.." gasped Martin. Cleaning up had never felt anything like this
before.

It was time for the really big question.

"Martin, I want now be honest," Mr Maxwell smiled encouragingly, pushing
his mop of blond hair from his eyes he continued to look up from between
Martin's legs. "I really hope you've enjoyed yourself today, so do you
think you will really come back to finish the work? I mean really come
back, I can't do next Saturday, but will be about the one after."

"Wot me?" Martin took a deep breath never for a moment imaging that his
modest sexual performance would warrant a request for return visit.

"Well yes, who else is there? I only know one Martin!" Mr Maxwell smiled
again. "I think we got on rather well don't you? And, there are still all
those magazines to sort out aren't there?"

"You really want me back, honest?"

"Honestly. Yes, I'd really like to see you again." Mr Maxwell smiled,
thinking to himself he'd certainly like to see a lot of Martin and not just
metaphorically either.

"Oh... uumm.. OK."

Martin quite unused to being propositioned wasn't sure how to reply,
although by now he did think Mr Maxwell seemed very likeable and quite
trustworthy. The fact he would then have unfettered access to reams of
pornographic material obviously had no bearing on the matter, nor that he
had enjoyed his foray into adult style sex.

"I'll totally understand if don't want too." he looked at him hopefully.

"Alright. I'll do it." said Martin suddenly grinning from ear to ear. "But
we daren't not tell nobody, will we? I means.. uumm, well I won't even tell
me brother."

"Oh, your brother?" the ears pricked up. "Surely he's not as bad as you are
is he?"

"Sort of," Martin still flushed, managed a grin, "well he is a bit of a
wanker!"

"Is he indeed." he smiled. "So how old is he then?"

"Nearly twenty one."

"Oh, is he, oh right." his eyes lit up. "Does he look like you?"

"Yeah, sort of and it's not long till his birthday now." blathered Martin

"Right. Well anyway that's agreed, it's two weeks time for the naughty
books then!"

He offered his hand, albeit still somewhat clammy from Martin's discharge.





Andy was doing a novel variation on some keep fit press-ups.

Actually he was standing behind the car which faced downhill. His arms
outstretched leaning on the boot and watching to see if anybody was going
to venture up the grassy slope. The faux press-up factor only really
occurred when Adam rammed his cock hard up Andy's bottom to force him down
onto the boot lid.

"You sure you want me to cum in you?" grunted Adam into Andy's ear.

"Yeah, yeah."

"But, wot about the mess? You was in a right state when we done it before."

"Sod the mess, I loved it all running down me legs!"

"You sure, wot about yer clothes?" reiterated Adam. "I'm getting bloody
close."

"Who cares, I loves it when everything's all spunky!"

"Oh fuck... well don't say I didn't tell you."

"Just bloody hurry up before somebody finds us doing it!"

"I'm cumming.. ooh.. fuck!" exclaimed Adam all of twenty seconds or two
thrusts later, throwing all his weight on top of Andy to flatten him
against the boot lid as his cock jerked a few inches inside.

Both were pretty exhausted after the emotional build up and their combined
physical efforts. For several seconds they remained joined together in
their coupling with Adam being the first to recover, blinking in the
sunlight he immediately looked around to see if they were still alone,
luckily it seemed they still were.

"Ooh fuck that was good!" said Adam slowly pulling away from allowing his
cock to slip from Andy's bottom with a very satisfying plop.

"I love it when you do that, it feels like it's still in there." replied
Andy reaching around and feeling his bottom just to check that the phantom
cock still felt as though it were inserted. "Don't feel quite the same with
a carrot!"

"Thought you'd have gone up to a cucumber by now!" said Adam laughing.

"Nah, thought I'd stay with something more your size!"

"Yer only jealous!"

"Have a look, am I leaking yet?"

"Just a dribble, there'll be more!" Adam bent over and peered at the still
gaping hole. "Hey look, seen that mess you've made over the car!"

"Oh yeah, bloody hell!" Andy turned to look. "D'you think it'll take the
paint off!"

"Dunno, could do." Adam inspected the various streaks of semen that had run
down the boot lid. "Does cum take paint off?"

 "Dunno, anyway fuck the paint! Listen, I wanna ask you a question." Andy
turned slowly to face him. "See I gotta thing about something and I
wondered, well I wondered if you got, uumm.. as well.. uumm.."

"I got wot?"

"It's sorta embarrassing innit, but I got a bit of a thing about it and.."

"Is it? So wot is?" Adam looked intrigued. "So, wot is it that's
embarrassing?"

"Well," Andy flushed, "it's me innit, I likes having a clean bum, so you
ain't got shit on yer cock have you?"

"I dunno, I ain't really looked!" Adam grinned and peered at his cock,
still very much erect. With his jeans down around his knees he fumbled
about to pull a very heavily stained handkerchief out from his
pocket. "There, I'll wipe it for you and see."

"You ain't wiping yer cock with that filthy thing are you?" Andy pulled a
face. "You'll catch something off it!"

"Fuck off! It's alright, it's only got dried snot and some gert splurges of
spunk on it!"

"Would you blow yer hooter in it then?"

"Oh, piss off!" Adam started to laugh. "Nah, it's just for wanking in
school innit!"

Andy was having great difficulty in resisting an incredible urge to grab
Adam and smother him with kisses, as much as he wanted to do it he was
afraid Adam might be overwhelmed, instead he moved next to him as he began
to examine his cock.

"Right, lets see how clean yer bumhole was then now I've wiped me cock on
me hanky!"

"Oh, don't say it like that!" exclaimed Andy blushing. "It's embarrassing
innit, this?"

Andy wasn't exactly shocked, more that he had just realised such
unappealing intimate details were now part of his new world and the rich
tapestry of being homosexual, it was something else he would have to live
with. In total contrast, being so fastidious about anal cleanliness it was
the absolute opposite to the immense thrill he derived of walking around
knowing his underpants were thoroughly soaked semen that had just dribbled
out from inside him

"There was a boy at me last school who always wanted to suck it clean after
he'd been fucked with it!" said Adam in a rather matter of fact way as he
toyed with the foreskin. "Maybe you ain't thought of doing that?"

"No, no I ain't, not sure I would." replied Andy, the thought never having
occurred to him. "Why, you ever done it?"

"Oh yeah." Adam grinned. "It's alright if it's a clean bumhole!"

"Oh." Andy wondered if there was anything Adam hadn't done.

"First time though, it's better to suck one without a foreskin `cause you
dunno wot sort of things get hidden inside it!" Adam giggled and nudged
Andy. "Could be some gert bits of cheese or wotever's been living up yer
bum!"

"Oh fuck that!" said Andy in disgust, it was yet another vital piece of
homosexual etiquette to remember and probably as an action, best avoid.

"Now then, let's see wot's hiding inside mine then!" said Adam
grinning. With the handkerchief at the ready he pulled his foreskin back
examine the slimy head that shone in the light. "Ooh look, there's a little
bit, but that ain't nothing compared to what some of them dirty bums at me
boarding school was like!"

Whilst Adam easily accepted the situation and found it very amusing, Andy
winced. It was all just too graphic and epitomised one of the worst aspects
of homosexual life that he found so off-putting. The warm cosy world of
post ejaculation had been inadvertently dispelled by Adam's blunt
observation, leaving Andy needing to do something to lift his confused and
sagging spirits. Without warning he suddenly grabbed Adam to pull him close
and began repeatedly kissing him full on. Saliva ran from the corners of
their mouths, Adam forced his tongue into Andy's mouth causing them to
clutch each other even tighter, jeans around their ankles they pushed their
sticky bodies together, Andy's hands probing their way between Adam's
buttocks.





"That's lucky, you've only just missed that rain." called out Hugh from
living room having seen Martin return, albeit desperately hoping to slip in
the house unseen.

"Yeah, the sky was black on the way home, it's pouring down now."

"So, how was work then?"

"Well, uumm.. fine.."

"Were you worked hard then?" Hugh appeared in the hallway.

"Hard... hard... oh, oh yeah.. uumm.. moving things.. that sorta
thing.. yeah."

Neither untruths nor prevarication weren't one of Martin's more convincing
traits. Even just the innocent use of the word hard, had given him an
embarrassed, not to say guilty look.

"I meant to tell you, I heard something about that newsagent the other day
from somebody at work who lives near it."

"Wot! You did?" Martin looked even more guilty, something noticed by Hugh.

"Yes, seems the chap who runs it now has taken it over from his father and
spent some money on refitting the place to make it more attractive to
customers, maybe I should pop in one day and have a look."

"Oh yeah.. there's new shelves and that stuff. " Martin breathed a sigh of
relief.

"I expect the money these days is in selling magazines and so I'd guess he
stocks a large selection?" said Hugh disarmingly. "Maybe even a few of the
ones your mother is most concerned about!"

Martin's reaction was to turn bright red. The fact that secreted in the
saddlebag of his bike was a copy of the previous months issue of Knave
which had been given to him by Mr Maxwell had absolutely no bearing on the
subject.

"Martin whatever you do, just don't look like that if mum asks or she'll
guess," he smiled, "try to be non-committal and you'll get away with it!"

"I think he does have a few." blurted Martin looking at the floor.

"A few! Probably more than that, seems these days just about every shop in
the world now has what they call a top shelf." said Hugh. "Now where's that
brother of your's got too, it'll be time for a snack in a minute."

"I really don't know." Martin looked out the window at the rain pouring
down and couldn't help thinking of the semen cascading from Mr Maxwells
cock.

They didn't have long to wait to find out, as a couple of minutes later
Andy appeared looking very wet and bedraggled. The storm had hit the south
first, which meant while he was still locked onto Adam they were both
drenched by the sudden downpour. At least it now gave him the excuse to
change from his clothes, which were not only soaking wet with rain, but
also from Adam's semen which seemed to be continually escaping from his
bottom. Making his excuses he disappeared up to the safety of his bedroom
to change and equally importantly see what was in the bathroom medical
cabinet. Something was definitely needed to assuage his tender cock which
having suffered the slings and friction burns of outrageous masturbation!


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Chapter 43 – to follow