Date: Wed, 29 Jun 2016 09:53:32 +0100
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: LabTech chapter 46

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 46 - Alfie gets an apprenticeship

It was well over an hour before Andy showed any signs of life. Slowly
opening his eyes he looked groggily around, not entirely sure where or what
he had been doing to have find himself sleeping, wrapped in a towel on a
strange sofa.

"Hello," he called out blinking in the light, "wot's happened, where, where
am I?"

"Ah, at last, the sleeping beauty awakes!" Peter came in from the
kitchen. "D'you feel alright, we were worried about you."

"Oh.. oh." Andy stopped, it was coming back to him. "Oh, bloody hell Pete,
now I, I remember. Oh my god!"

"Tim's had to go, he had other things to do, well actually a big pile of
marking!" Peter smiled. "There's no rush, look why don't you have a shower
and get changed while I make a cup of tea or coffee? Yeah?"

"A shower, you got a shower, wish we had one instead of the bloody bath!"
still somewhat confused it sounded silly, but was the first thing that came
into his head.

"Yeah, I fitted it when I redid the bathroom." Peter looked at him. "Andy,
why are we talking about bathrooms, we ought to be talking about you?
Sounds like you've had a hell of a lot to contend with this last week and
that you've been going round like a blues assed fly!"

"Yeah.. I `spose."

"D'you think the spanking thing has been some sort of catalyst which has
brought it all to a climax," said Peter, "quite literally and rather
enjoyably in your case I suspect! Maybe it's been some sort of release and
then you just folded?"

"Probably, I dunno, I just feel.. I dunno.." he looked at Peter. "Pete, wot
am I gonna do? I still don't know wot's going on or wot I want."

"Well," Peter scratched his head, "the first thing is to be honest with us
because both Tim and I think there's more to this than just that boy Adam."

"Oh fuck! How d'you know?"

"Well, for a start you're a bloody nervous wreck and we've both seen you
ogling the boys at school!"

"Fuck!" he bit his lip. "Oh Pete, is it that obvious?"

"Probably not to all, but to us yes. We've been there, we know and we
understand."

"Damn, damn!" The real question was whether should he tell Peter
everything, to even include Robin and the temptation that Alfie offered?

"Go and have that shower, you think about it while I put the kettle on."

"OK... Pete," he paused and thought for a moment, "I know I need to talk
about it.. it's the problem innit... well if, if you would."

"Don't be bloody silly, of course we can talk. But go and have that shower
first."

Only now did Andy remember why he was wrapped in towel and what he was
dressed in, hoping Peter wouldn't see he lifted the corner of the towel and
winced when he saw the Aertex vest still damp with semen.

"Andy," said Peter who couldn't help noticing, "forget your inhibitions and
think just how much you enjoyed wearing nothing but that Aertex stuff
earlier on. You don't realise how much of a turn on it was seeing you
dressed in it."

"I did? Me?" he flushed with pride. "Wot, me a turn on? D'you really mean
it?"

"Yeah I do. If you'd been twenty-one we might even have suggested something
else, than just having you prancing round tempting us!"

"Do wot.. with me?" his eyes were open wide. "But, I don't really know
nothing?"

"Maybe, but I'd bet you'd enjoy learning!"

"Wot with you and Tim?"

"Yeah, possibly," Peter grinned, "Tim had joked that maybe we could arrange
to spank you as your twenty-first present, but that's entirely up to you."

Talk of such sexually charged matters meant that under the towel things
were again beginning to take an upward turn which the flimsy Aertex mesh
could do little to disguise. Knowing he had to get up go to the bathroom
Andy was considering Peter's offer and was torn between tightly wrapping
the towel around himself or letting it drop to the floor along with his
nagging inhibitions.






"Ooohhhh fuck!" groaned Mark leaning back against the wall. "Gawd Alfie,
you took long enough to get the hang of it!"

"Piss off, `cause if you ain't wanked first you'd have cum much quicker
and.." Alfie paused to spit something out. "and.. oh shit, it's another
hair.. and.. oh yuk!"

"Bollocks!" Mark reached down to assuage his cock, which after being
subjected to nearly ten minutes of Alfie's conscripted lip service part was
still throbbing having been forced into yielding a dribble of semen.

"Bollocks, yeah right, that's where all them hairs has come from innit!"
Alfie laughed.

"Well you'd better be careful when you does it next time and don't suck 'em
up!"

"Bleeding sod off," replied Alfie, stepping backwards, "I ain't never doing
it again unless you washes it first! You smells of gert yukky willy stuff!"

"No, I fucking don't smell!" said Mark, looking at his glowing organ and
being quite convinced in his own mind it was as sanitary as the driven
semen.

"Yes, you fucking do!" he pointed. "Thing's is living in them smelly,
sticky hairs!"

"Fuck off, you cheeky little git!"

Now having been so politely pointed out, Mark couldn't resist looking down
once again to the matted hairs around the base of his sagging and it has to
be said, wilting, very battered cock. It wasn't a pretty sight even he had
to admit, if only too himself, that maybe Alfie did have point and it could
be time for another bath to drown what life there was lurking within!
However, that would have to wait as immediately the simplest and quickest
solution was to cover things up. Having earlier kicked off his briefs and
jeans to allow Alfie unfettered access, now was the time to give his briefs
to Martin as promised and put his jeans back on with nothing underneath.

Martin watched in amusement, although very uncomfortably since his own cock
was still nowhere near recovered from the abuse it had been subjected too
since the previous day. Having now been erect for so long it really did
hurt, that added to the friction burns from nocturnal bed humping and
finally being restrained in his jeans whilst watching the brothers had
ensured further discomfort to be inevitable.

Detached from Mark's genitalia Alfie was taking few deep breaths to regain
his composure. That was proving difficult, since not only was his face
daubed with a revolting saliva and semen mix, but his hair had collected an
assortment of the most unspeakable things which lived in and around Mark's
pubic region. Rubbing his face with his hands and then through his hair
assured a comprehensive distribution of Mark's carefully cultivated genital
produce.

"Mark, have I really gotta do him as well?" the negative tone of Alfie's
voice belied the mounting excitement he felt within at the prospect of
finally getting his lips around Martin's very swollen organ.

"Who? Wot, you means Mart? Course you fucking have! That's wot you really
wanted wunnit, bursting in me room like that. You'd hoped to catch us doing
something, well fucking right you did! So from now on you're our personal
little cocksucker and yer gonna suck our cocks whenever we wants, d'you
fucking get it?"

"Fuck! Alright but, but you gotta wash yer cock before I'm sucking it
again!"

"Might do."

Martin noted that it hadn't taken a lot for Mark to see through the lame
excuse to enter the bedroom, he also noted with considerable satisfaction
that Alfie had not objected in the slightest to being promoted to his new
duties as cocksucker in chief.

"That's settled then. If you dare tell anybody and I means anybody,
including yer little mates or even Andy then I'll tell me class, then
they'll fucking have you one at a time in the bog and you'll have spunk
coming out yer ears!" said Mark firmly. " Now, you fucking got it?"

"Yeah alright." whilst Alfie didn't sound entirely overjoyed at Mark's
threat, there was the consolation that as long he didn't divulge anything
Martin's cock would be the bonus and there for the sucking.

"Now get fucking sucking `cause I wanna watch!" said Mark having failed for
the third time to get the zip to remain closed. "This fucking zips gone all
funny again!"

"Promise me you won't say nothing as well then." said Martin. "None of us
want's this to be talked about, right Alfie?"

"Yeah, I promise." he looked up. "Now can I suck yer cock?"

"You're a dirty little sod, you fucking loves cocks don't you!" Mark
grinned.

"Well I takes after you don't I!" Alfie moved around and hoping the frantic
genital manipulations through his pocket hadn't been observed, which of
course they had.

"Well come on then, if yer that keen I'll let you undo me jeans and get on
with it!"  It was the moment Martin had been waiting for, hoping he sounded
as though he were in control as he pushed his bulging fly forward into
Alfie's eager waiting hands.

"Yer all hard already!" exclaimed Alfie in mock surprise.

"Wot d'you fucking expect, he's just been watching me ain't he?" Mark
sighed. "For fucks sake Alf, course he's fucking hard, who wouldn't be
watching me?"

"You ain't all that sexy, `cause you never washes that cheesy stuff off!"

"Fucking piss off, I's much more fucking sexy than you and me cocks
bigger!" Mark returned to closing his fly. A somewhat tricky operation
since the tender organ below restricted bringing the two sides together,
particularly when his pubic hairs got caught in it. "Wot's wrong with this
bloody thing!"

Martin was too excited to say anything since Alfie had already started to
slowly pull the zip down which in turn allowed his painfully hard erection
to push it's way to freedom through the widening gap.

"Oh shit, you ain't cum already have you?" said Alfie sounding very
disappointed and looking at his fingers. "Yer pants is all sticky!"

"No, no I ain't." Martin's voice was husky, not wishing to loose Alfie's
attention he deemed it best to tell the truth. "Listen, I'm a bit over
excited from watching you, so for fucks sake go easy with me cock or I'll
cum before you gets it in yer mouth!"

"I fucking told you I got him all excited didn't I?" interrupted Mark
proudly.

"He said me, not you!" said Alfie looking round, his hair above his left
eye stuck together, showing distinctive shiny traces of his encounter with
Mark's pubic region.

"I meant both of you!" said Martin. "Alfie just get fucking sucking before
I cums!"

"Well anyway's, I reckon I've got the biggest fucking cock!" announced
Mark.

"Nah, you got the smelliest fucking cock," replied Alfie giggling, "but,
you have got the biggest fucking mouth!"

"Ah, fuck off you tosser! Hey Mart, I gotta great idea," grinning Mark
waved a sticky finger in the air as if to emphasise the point, "Alf you
gotta get his jeans and pants right off, `cause him and me's swopping
pants, then he can wear mine to go home."

Martin could almost feel the bond between the brothers, the sexual rapport
was as genuine as was the meaning of the phrase, brotherly love. However
late, those same feelings had finally been kindled between him and Andy, he
blinked.

"But, them's all covered in spunk!" Alfie looked horrified. An interest in
underwear he certainly had, but as yet it had never occurred to him to swop
with his friends.

"Course they is, that's why we're doing it innit!" Mark laughed. "Ain't you
swopped pants with yer mate Spunky and Whatshisfuckingname, wot's wrong
with you lot!"

"No.. not yet.. we, we've thought about it." said Alfie trying to salvage
some sexual credibility. Hoping it wasn't noticed, he fumbled deep in his
pocket trying to free his erection now snagged under the elastic of his
tight briefs.

"Don't I get no choice?" asked Martin who had suddenly become rather shy at
the thought of being trouserless and displaying his badly maltreated
cock. Not that he minded showing it off partially clothed, but knew he had
always felt somewhat vulnerable when naked.

"Nah, you shut up and just let Alf get 'em off, I wants to see you in yer
cummy pants!" Mark grinned. "That is if he'll stop wanking himself in his
little shorts!"

"Piss off I ain't wanking!" countered Alfie, lying badly. "Well you just
bloody have!"

What Martin was wearing was quite obvious immediately sight of the wet,
white ribbed cotton became visible through the gaping fly.

"It's bloody Y-fronts again! Wot's all that, is it precum?" said Mark
bending down to look. "Don't nobody wear nothing else these days?"

"Well I wish I bloody did, other than some of Saint fucking Michael's!"
replied Martin having seen Alfie was quite intent on following Mark's
instruction and about to pull his jeans to the floor.

"Get 'em off then Alf!" said Mark. "Bloody hurry up."

"Oh fucking hell!" said Martin taken aback at Alfie's immediate compliance
on feeling the cool air around him.

"Well step out of 'em then Mart," said Mark watching closely, "go on Alf,
get his pants down and then get bloody sucking before dad comes back!"

"Cor, bleeding hell hold on, I can only do one thing at a time!" replied
Alfie, who without further ceremony took hold of Martin's briefs and pulled
them swiftly down allowing the glistening, positively glowing organ to
twang into view.

"Give 'em here Alf, he can have mine to wear home." said Mark bending over
again to inspect Martin's cock. "Holy fuck Mart, it's fucked! Wot's you
being doing to it?"

"Bit red innit?" said Alfie looking at Mark for instructions. "Is it
alright to suck it?"

Saying nothing, but appearing as red as his cock Martin was acutely
embarrassed that Alfie in particular, should see what he had done to
himself.

"Fucking hell Mart, you really been wanking a bit much ain't you?" observed
Mark, who being no stranger to genital abuse himself was actually quite
surprised at the state of it. "Never mind, Alf'll suck it better for you!"

"D'you reckon it's alright to suck it, looks gert sore to me?" Alfie looked
between Mark and Martin hoping for guidance. "Ain't no blood is there?"

"Oh for fucks sake," said Martin, feeling very silly just standing there
semi-naked with his raw looking erection being both the focal point and
epitome of self-abuse, "Alfie just suck the sodding thing!"

"Well you heard him, so fucking get on with it!" Mark encouragingly slapped
Alfie on the bottom. "Wot you fucking waiting for, yer the apprentice
cocksucker!"

"Aaaahhh... awwwwwww... ooohhhh... fucking hell it's sore !" was Martin's
initial reaction to Alfie's laying on of the lips.

"Yer meant to fucking suck him, not fucking kill him!" added Mark
helpfully.

Alfie looked up without disengaging and waved two fingers in the air.

"It's, it's alright... now!" groaned Martin. "It just bloody stung at
first!"

"I ain't surprised, `cause it looks like you've wanked all the fucking skin
off it!" Mark grinned and moved to stand behind Alfie. "He's getting good
now ain't he and he's our very own little cocksucker!"

Even with Martin's cock, Alfie wasn't entirely sure he wanted to be known
as a little cocksucker, although it appeared he set very enthusiastically
about going to work.

"Yeah.. he's bloody good," gasped Martin, who after all that had happened
so far that afternoon was having trouble containing ejaculation, "Mark I'm
trying to hold on.. but...oh fuck...but, but will he swallow.. `cause I
ain't far off?"

"I dunno, we'll soon find out, I reckon he'll love it! But first.."

With that, Mark bent over behind Alfie and with no warning put his hands
around his waist and roughly pulled both his shorts and briefs down in one
sudden movement.

"Fuck you Mark!" cried Alfie pulling away from Martin's twitching organ to
confront his brother.

"Look he's cum in his pants! I said he was wanking in 'em earlier, didn't
I? The dirty little sod!" Mark was laughing and pointing down between
Alfie's legs to the navy blue briefs, which it has to be said were
singularly decorated with some very recent wet shiny patches on the front
panel.

"I fucking ain't!" protested a very embarrassed Alfie knowing that he had
most definitely had when adjusting himself after he'd finished sucking Mark
earlier.

"Oh shut up and just get sucking before I cums. I don't care if you have
wanked in yer pants," said Martin breathing very quickly, "just bloody
finish sucking me off!"

"Yeah, get on with it! If yer a good boy I'll wank you off while you does
it!" with that Mark lifted up the front of Alfie's shirt to expose an
equally abused looking few inches. "Look at this Mart, dirty little sods
rubbed it nearly as bad as wot you have!"

"No I ain't!" exclaimed Alfie who'd nose was now set to rival that of
Pinocchio's.

"But you've always got yer hand in yer pocket playing with it!"

"Bleeding piss off, so does you!"

"Just fucking shut up and keep bloody sucking!" cried Martin, having been
orally deserted again so close to orgasm. Preoccupied with his own problems
and the overriding sensation that matters had gone on too long without
release, so that his balls had turned blue and his cock was about to burst
he glanced at Alfie's cock.

"Ooohhh.." Alfie's strangled cry wasn't so much strangled as plugged when
Martin grabbed his head and forced it back down onto his cock once more.

Thus with the head of Martin's cock returned to Alfie's warm, wet mouth
coupled with the combination of the pressurised blue balls it ensured the
outcome could only equate to a very painful and powerful orgasm. Preceded
by several false starts during which his tonsils were battered by Martin's
spitting cock, Alfie was on the verge of retching. Finally he managed to
break free from Martin's grasp only to be then seized from behind by Mark
who instantly grabbed hold of his cock and began to very roughly rub it.

Despite the overriding pain in his testicles Martin having given rise to so
much semen already that weekend, he didn't think himself capable of
producing a vast quantity. However, he was quite astounded when enormous
strands shot forth from his quivering cock to land on the hapless Alfie,
who standing directly in front was bent over trying to shield himself from
Mark's vigorous brand of masturbation. The first wave hit him squarely on
the forehead neatly anointing both hair and eyes, straightening up in
surprise the second blast caught the front of his polo shirt and dribbled
down over Mark's very active hand, whilst the third landed neatly between
his legs and inside his blue briefs.

It was of course complete chaos. Mark was rolling around laughing at Alfie
whilst licking Martin's spunk off his fingers, blissfully unaware that his
self opening zip had again opened to display a lack of underpants and his
ever rigid member was peeping out. Alfie was beside himself screaming
obscenities and vainly trying to rub the semen from his left eye and hair,
not having yet realised his clothes looked far worse than he did! Whereas
Martin had managed to lean back against the wall, before slowly slithered
down to the floor, totally exhausted his dripping cock still twitching and
firing blanks.

It was only by a fluke of luck that Mark happened to glance out of the
bedroom window whilst still wrestling with Alfie and saw to his absolute
horror that a red Rover was driving slowly down the road and presumably
heading for number twenty-eight.

"Holy fuck! Mum and dads back!" he shouted, immediately causing a state of
panic and even rousing Martin from his coma on the semen impregnated patch
of carpet.

"Wot! No, no they can't!" screamed Alfie finally breaking free from Mark's
grasp to bending down and scrabble to pull his shorts back up. His tirade
of expletives continued unabated once he discovered that Martin's semen had
been in plentiful supply and distributed all over his clothes in addition
to that stuck in his hair.

"Oh no, no fuck! Fuck! Oh Fuck I gotta get dressed!" cried Mark, who rather
miraculously had managed to stand up to see Alfie scampering back to the
safety of his own room.

"Here's yer jeans, get 'em on quick!" said Mark throwing them over to
Martin.

"Where's them pants?" asked Martin looked around in a dazed fashion.

"Fuck knows! We'll find 'em later, just get them fucking jeans on unless
you wants to be caught looking like that!" replied Mark whilst frantically
looking around the room for any signs that might give away what had been
happening.

Martin really had to struggle to get into his jeans without his briefs. It
was a very painful process particularly since his cock was still very much
erect. Refusing to go down it immediately started to chafe on the rough
seams of the denim leaving him shuffling around and looking very obviously
uncomfortable.

"Bloody hell, they're getting out the fucking car now! Oh this fucking zips
not good!"

Fighting to refasten the self-opening fly of his jeans Mark had become very
agitated. He looked over to Martin, who if anything looked even more of a
total mess with his shirt only half tucked in and an ominous bulging wet
patch on the front of jeans.

"Oh fuck, at last!" gasped Martin, very relieved that he had at least
managed to get into his jeans. "Do I look alright?"

"No you fucking don't! Pull yer fucking shirt out and cover up that fucking
gert hard on! For fucks sake Mart hurry up, wot we gonna do if it's mum
that comes up here, she's got X-ray fucking vision when it comes to spunk
stains!"

"But she ain't my mum!"

"That don't fucking matter, she'll still see 'em won't she! I'm telling you
she's been fucking trained to look and sniff out fucking spunk stains!"

"Oh fuck!"

Before Martin could think of a useful reply the front door was heard to
open, some raised voices and then feet running up the stairs, followed by
the slamming of Sophie's bedroom door.

"Bet she's put 'em in a bloody good mood now!" said Mark turning to the
half-open door. "Oh shit.. oh no.. is that somebody coming upstairs?"

"Mark, are you up here?" Jim's voice became louder as he reached the
landing.

"Yeah... uumm.. yeah dad, we're in here.." replied Mark rather hesitantly.

"Has anything happened while we were out?"

"No.. no, nothing." replied Mark looking at Martin for moral support.

"Oh, hello Martin, I didn't realise you were still here." said Jim on
entering the room. "I'm really so sorry you had witness what Sophie and her
friend were doing, we had no idea. Anyway I hope it didn't upset you or
anything."

Embarrassed, Martin gulped, knowing he was red in the face, but had
nevertheless had a very graphic introduction as to what girls could get up
too, he barely managed to stammer. "No.. uumm.. no.. umm.."

"Have you told her off then dad?" it was the question Mark couldn't resist
asking.

"I thought it was best leaving that to mum," he smiled, "y'know, rather
like I deal with boy problems, she has to deal with any girl problems."

"Oh right, oh yeah I see wot you means."

Mark blushed knowing very well what boy problems could be, especially when
in possession of a raging erection that, just like Martin's absolutely
refuse to go down.

"And, while I think of it where's Alfie got too?" Jim looked casually
around, for a split second his eyes dwelling on the floor just under Mark's
bed. "Ah."

"Ah wot?" replied Mark nervously, what had they missed? "He's still sorting
his room out I think."

Very, very conscious of his erection he turned slightly to face away hoping
vainly it wouldn't be noticed. Nervous as he was, he sensed all was not
well and immediately glanced around himself to see just what it was that
had caught his father's eye.

Martin had already seen it, more aptly he had seen his missing briefs lying
spunky side up in the sunlight under the edge of the bed. In a reflex
movement, almost as a bonus to the horrified look on his face, he took a
step backwards which forced the tip of his aching erection into with the
brass teeth of the zip inside his jeans.

"Oooowwwww..." barely managing to stop himself grabbing at his already
inflamed organ and so draw even more attention to himself, he took yet
another unscheduled step backwards to give himself a painful
encore. "Aaaaahhhhh!"

"What's happened? Are you alright?" Jim turning to see him standing with
his legs very obviously pressed together and looking in pain. "Martin,
whatever's happened?"

"I.. I.. uumm.. I.." his voice faltered momentarily, "I, I... twisted me
knee... it's a.. it's a.. I hurt it uumm... playing
football.. uumm.. yesterday.."

"Oh, right, well it looks quite bad." Jim was puzzled, there was no doubt
that Martin was in pain, although from his stature and actions the pain
didn't appear to be from his knee. "Maybe you ought to see the doctor?"

"Yeah, yeah I was... I was uumm.. gonna do that... next week."

"Yeah, that's wot you said you was gonna do earlier, didn't you?" added
Mark who had taken the opportunity to move in front the bed and obscure the
view beneath.

"Yeah." Martin nodded in agreement, desperate to soothe his smarting cock.

"Oh alright, so it's all arranged then." Jim smiled amiably knowing he was
being steered away from the truth, but unable to ascertain exactly why.

It was at that point that Mark had his brainwave, why stand in front the
bed when he could sit on it and let his legs hide the briefs from view. A
stroke of pure genius. Quite brilliant, in fact a master stroke Mark
concluded congratulating himself.

However, whilst conceived as a quite brilliant piece of subterfuge, as ever
in practice it was yet another of Mark's sexually related idea's that was
doomed to fail, in fact fail quite spectacularly.

Seated on the edge of the bed, his plan was to shield the briefs lying on
the floor from his fathers view with his legs. That in turn would allow him
and Martin to relax somewhat, assuming Martin could manage to continue to
keep his hands off of his painfully deranged organ and not attract further
attention to himself. It actually seemed he could, so with all proceeding
to plan and with Jim about to make an exit everything looked under control,
that was until without any warning Alfie suddenly burst into the room.

"Don't you ever ff.. ff..." Mark had to stop himself from swearing, "ever
knock!"

"He's right Alfie, it's only good manners, you really ought to knock."
added Jim.

"Oh! Oh.. sorry!" mumbled Alfie, who was under the impression that his
father had been and gone, he just wanted to find out if they had escaped
from being caught.

"So wot d'you want then?" asked Mark shuffling down the bed a little, just
to ensure his feet totally obscured all that was below.

"Mark..." spluttered Alfie, suddenly looking incredibly embarrassed,
"Mark.. it's.."

"It's wot?"

"It's, it's that he's trying to tell you something." mumbled Martin very
quietly.

"Wot d'you mean? Didn't hear you." Mark looked towards Martin hoping for
some form of hint, the only hint was in his expression of disbelief and red
face.

Alfie's eyes were on stalks, how could Mark possibly sit there with his fly
gaping wide open and with the head of his decidedly raw organ winking at
them all!

Jim was doing his very best to maintain a sense of decorum being only too
aware that Mark was going through a phase dominated by masturbation. He
guessed that in all probability Martin was aiding and abetting, but not
that that aspect unduly worried him since a little mutual exploration at
that age wasn't the end of the world.

"Mark, something's just happened" said Jim quietly, leaning over, "I think
maybe it's time you got a new zip!"

Not uttering a word Mark feared the worst, he went white. It was the very
worst possible scenario and even much worse than the very worst he could
expect, since worst of all it was being played out before a live audience
which included his father! The self-opening zip had done it yet again. To
the accompaniment of stifled giggling from Alfie, Mark glanced very slowly
down, his gaze unhappily meeting that of the crimson one-eyed colossus that
stared back. It was as Martin astutely noted, only now that Mark's erection
had finally began to wilt.

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Chap 47 to follow