Date: Wed, 17 Aug 2016 17:16:40 +0100
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Lab Technician - Chapter 49

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 49 – "No, no I'm much older, it ain't right."


"Ah, you're back," Peter turned to see Andy returning from the storeroom
across the corridor, "look Andy, I'm sorry but I can't set up that third
year class for you now. Mr Webster wants me to see me now regarding what
chemicals we've got in stock or we need to order. Sorry, but you're going
to have to take in the electrical equipment into the class yourself."

"Oh shit!"

"I know, but I can't do much about it," Peter pulled a face, "after all, he
is the boss and does run the entire department."

"Yeah I know, it's not your fault," Andy sighed, "it'll be alright, maybe
Mrs Douglas won't run over like she usually does so I can nip in there
before the class arrives."

"Hope so although I doubt it, she's never yet finished a class on time has
she?"

"No, I `spose not."

"Look, just try not to make eye contact with him and get out as soon as you
can, it'll be alright." Peter smiled. "Now I'd better get on with this
thing for Mr Webster."

"Yeah, right."

Unaware that matters were as advanced as they were and that Andy was
simultaneously fostering the contact with the younger boy, Peter returned
to completing his list leaving Andy to prepare the equipment for Robin's
class.

The last few minutes of the first afternoon lesson seemed to drag as Andy
waited for the lesson bell, vainly hoping that Mrs Douglas would actually
leave on time. As predicted she didn't, meaning that Tim's class of third
year boys was left queuing in the corridor with Andy impatiently hanging
around in the prep-lab prior to making his entrance.

With the class barely ushered into the room and seated, Andy entered and
smiled nervously at Tim. Normally he would take his time and drink in the
sights of the boys and their bottoms in tight grey trousers perched on the
stools, however this time he moved around the benches at record speed
distributing the electrical equipment, working his way towards the back of
the room. The closer he got to the bench right at the back where Robin was
seated waiting for him, the faster his heart appeared to beat and the more
unsteady his legs felt. Equally distressing was the undeniable fact that
the nearer he got to Robin the harder his erection became. It felt quite
the opposite to his normal run of fantasies, since this time any notion of
resisting this particular forbidden fruit really was a paradox, it being
complete and utter fiction.

Outwardly, Robin might have been smiling demurely as Andy approached, but
inwardly he was feeling incredibly aroused and desperately wanted Andy in
some form of physical sense. In fact so much so, that just before the
lesson he had been masturbating in the toilet dreaming of what they could
do to each other. With Andy almost in touching distance he was again
actively playing with himself under the bench visualising it was Andy's
hand inside his trouser pocket.

All of Andy's courageous thoughts to fend off Robin's advances had simply
melted away, instead he couldn't help focusing on the expanse of white
ribbed cotton which emanated from the gaping waistband of Robin's
trousers. It was almost as though it were displayed deliberately as bait,
which of course it had been to successfully put Andy on the hook. Robin
continued to smile as he brushed by him to put the meter on the bench, both
knew there was no need to say anything even when in one deft movement Robin
slipped yet another crumpled torn piece of exercise book into Andy's coat
pocket.

Once safely back in the prep-lab Andy's immediate reaction was to check
that Peter had indeed gone off to see about the chemical stocks with Mr
Webster and that he was alone. Slowly he sat down on a stool and with a
trembling hand reached into his coat pocket to find Robin's latest note,
carefully spreading it on the desktop he took a deep breath. Looking down
at the now familiar spidery writing and accompanying splodges of ink he
realised it wasn't just his hands that were trembling, virtually his entire
body was quivering in anticipation. As before the note was no great
literary work, merely just one sentence which for the effect it had on Andy
could have been Robin speaking as did the previous message.

"I'll meet you by that gert tree in the carpark by the post office, I be
there about four this afternoon, you knows where I means. Love R."




"So wot's this WIMP thing all about then?"

Steve was virtually hanging onto Geoff's sleeve as they headed down the
corridor heading for Mr Dawkins history class, Ollie walking on Mark's
other side was avidly listening and equally intrigued.

"Well don't pull me bloody blazer to bits!" Geoff grinned, he certainly had
Steve and Ollie more than interested.

Mark, an avid voyeur when it came to hands in school trouser pockets was
very surprised to note that Ollie was doing something highly unusual. It
appeared he was playing with himself, something that would have been quite
normal for Steve, but totally out of context for the shy Ollie, so maybe
had finally discovered his cock!

"Be fair, I can't tell you here can I?" Geoff turned to Steve. "Not while
we's walking down this bloody corridor, we needs somewhere where we won't
get interrupted."

"Why?" asked Steve expectantly. "Is it.. uumm.. that secret?"

"There must be a gert lot to tell then?" added Ollie his hand still
gainfully occupied.

"Well course, `cause it's a fucking secret club innit?" confirmed Mark not
having a clue what Geoff had in mind, but keen to hype it up whatever it
was!

"He's right see." Geoff sniffed and pushed glasses back up his nose, the
left hand lens still partially smeared with Mark's spunk. "Oh, just hang
on... now, I gotta idea."

Ollie's cock was aching and he couldn't understand why. It hadn't happened
before, all he knew was he really wanted to masturbate as watched Geoff
free himself from Steve's clutches and move over to whisper in Marks ear.

"Can you come home with me after school, `cause if we can get these two
back as well, I thinks between we might get 'em wanking!"

"Uumm... think so... hope so!" Marks eyes lit up. "But, I'll have say
something to Alfie so he can tell mum I'm gonna be late home."

Obviously sex wasn't simply going to be on the agenda, it was the
agenda. Mark just had to be there, his brain instantly overheated itself
with lurid sperm based fantasies which in turn sent his cock twanging
vertically to a point near self detonation.

"Now listen," Geoff turned back to Steve and Ollie, both waiting
expectantly for something, although they knew not what, "me mums working
till gone five tonight so if you two comes round our house after school,
I'll tell you wot it's all about.. well you'll have do the initiation
thing, but we can do that in me bedroom, yeah, alright?"

"Wot.. wot initiation thing, wot.. wot.. is it?" mumbled Ollie in
embarrassed surprise. Doubly surprised actually since he was so aroused he
had just exuded his first ever, if minimal wet spot inside his brilliant
white briefs. It was a perturbing experience.

"Can't tell you about that `cause it's secret innit!" replied Geoff.

"You wot?" said Ollie sounding more than confused, if essentially ensnared.

Steve looked at Ollie hoping for some glimmer of explanation. Somehow the
chicken and the egg theorem had been fused with the much fabled catch
twenty-two situation. It appeared the WIMP club was just so secret that
they couldn't even learn anything of what the secret initiation itself
ceremony involved!

Impatiently Mark interrupted before anybody realised the absurdity of
Geoff's statement and that included Geoff himself. "Look, sod all that
stuff `cause we gotta bleeding well hurry up or we's gonna be late for
history, now so is you coming round to his place or not?"

"Fuck, I don't know." Steve picked at the sparse bumfluff that adorned his
top lip. "I `spose it'll be alright, `cause I thinks me mums working today
like Geoff's mum is."

"Uumm.." Ollie was very apprehensive and didn't want to agree to anything
until he knew what it was, besides the classroom door was looming closer
with each step and there was that very, very unaccustomed damp feeling in
his underpants.

"Fucking hell, Ollie make yet mind up." said Steve now very excited at the
prospect of the unknown in the unknown surroundings of Geoff's spunk
splattered bedroom.

It wasn't that Ollie was worried about arriving home late since he often
attended after school activities like the chess or photographic clubs. It
was far more that he sensed his innate sexual shyness was going to be
dramatically put to the test if he were to be drawn into Geoff's initiation
ceremony. With the entire episode centred around Geoff's ejaculation into
his underwear it was highly unlikely to be anything else, other than of a
very sexual nature. As a further lever, Steve who in the hope of opening a
conversation had previously admitted to Ollie that he did masturbate and
now appeared to be willing to take the chance and risk taking part. For
either boy it would be a big step and one which Ollie really didn't want to
miss, although for him it raised the genuinely frightening spectre having
to show his cock when he found simply getting changed for games was
embarrassing enough.

"Wot you gonna do then?" asked Mark stopping short of the classroom doorway
and blocking their passage intent of forcing them into it.

"I'll do it." announced Steve, he looked at Ollie. "Come on, you can't back
out now."

Ollie nervously shuffled his feet, he knew he couldn't escape. "Bloody
hell.. alright...  but Geoff, this yer initiation thing, it ain't nothing
nasty is it? Wot do we do?"

"Nah, you'll enjoy it." Geoff avoided giving any further details since he
hadn't yet made them up!

"And, you promises to tell us wot the WIMP things all about don't you?"
said Steve. With the moment of bravado over, he wondered what he had let
himself in for.

"Course, now lets fucking get in there before old Dawkins gets mad."
replied Geoff.



For all concerned the last two lessons of the afternoon really appeared to
run on forever and it was with great relief that the final bell of the day
rang out to signify that the school day was at last over.

For Steve, Ollie, Geoff and Mark the mounting excitement was almost
palpable as indeed were the erections they had all maintained. Their final
geography lesson having been peppered with whispered thoughts between Ollie
and Steve as to what the visit to Geoff's house would or could bring. As
soon as the bell rang, holding his bag in front to conceal the inevitable
bulge Mark shot off towards the bus stop determined to catch Alfie who
could then warn his mother he would be late home. The other three followed
at a slightly more sedate pace with even Ollie holding his bag in front,
although now distinctly apprehensive with each step as to what he was going
to be made to show or even do.




Elsewhere in the school, Peter had arrived back minutes before the bell and
was enquiring how Andy had got on delivering the equipment with Robin in
the class.

"It was alright," replied Andy, purposely not making eye contact, "I just
did it quick and got out, he didn't say nothing."

"Well that's something, but you really need to put a stop on that
infatuation of his don't you, the last thing you need at this stage is to
get involved with a much younger boy... however tempting it may be."

"Yeah, yeah... but, well it's tricky innit.. `cause he's sorta chasing me."

"It's going to be more than tricky I would think." Peter looked over, but
failed to catch his eye. "Look I can see the temptation that he presents
you with, but Andy please tell me you're not encouraging him or anything
like that are you?"

"No, no.. no Pete.." mumbled Andy, knowing he was looking flushed at making
an outright lie, untruths were for him so very obvious.

"OK, well if you say so," Peter looked at him somewhat quizzically, he had
a strong feeling something wasn't entirely right. "Andy, you know you can
tell me anything, I can see it's a hell of a temptation with that third
year, but don't give in. Both Tim and I want to help if we can as we
realise you're having a tough time with it all."

"Yeah.. I know and I, I'm very grateful... uumm.. and.." Andy blinked and
stuttered to a halt knowing he wouldn't coped at all without the support of
Tim and Peter.

"OK." Peter smiled. "Think of the legal aspect as well, so just don't get
tempted."

Andy nodded and smiled as best he could. The guilt was piling up and he
knew it. Here he was denying any involvement with a thirteen year old boy
to the one person who could help him, yet quite unbelievably he was still
determined to continue the deception and meet the boy within the next few
minutes. To say he was putting himself in an invidious position was a gross
understatement not only from his own conscience, but by assuming Robin
would say nothing. He seemed to have totally forgotten that twelve and
thirteen year old boys were apt to talk freely amongst themselves and even
more so if illicit sex were involved. In reality, the chances of keeping
anything secret for very long were pretty minimal, as at some time Robin
would unintentionally confide in his sexual peers of what he had been doing
with the undeniably attractive older boy.

At precisely three-forty the lesson bell rang signalling the end of school
which conveniently curtailed any further in depth conversation between
them. Since there was nothing urgent to prepare for the following mornings
classes Andy was able to evade any further questioning by Peter and shortly
before four o`clock escape to the carpark for the journey home. Although of
course, he wasn't going directly home without first meeting Robin to tell
him as his conscience had now decided, that nothing further could possibly
happen between them.

Robin was very excited and had cycled furiously to the carpark to be sure
he was in good time should Andy be early. However, by ten past four with no
sign of Andy's car, Robin's euphoria was rapidly turning to dysphoria and
he was feeling very, very disappointed. Finally, when he had just reached
the point of cycling home he saw Andy's car swing into the carpark to pull
up beneath the large tree.

"Where've you been? I thought you weren't coming." he exclaimed running
over and pulling open the drivers door before Andy had even turned the
engine off.

"I can't leave on the bloody bell like you lot," Andy tried not to look at
him, "`cause we gotta make sure things is all turned off and put away. It's
different `cause I works there don't I?"

"Oh.. oh, sorry I didn't think."

Robin was literally bouncing up and down in front of him in a very excited
state so much so that his ill fitting school trousers were on occasion
exposing more of his obviously stained briefs than could be construed as
decent. That and what appeared to be a hand in the pocket very actively
grappling with a bulge in the briefs was more enough to arouse with a
passing interest. Unfortunately Andy's interest was far more than passing
and he immediately began to develop the erection he had been willing
himself not to allow on the journey there.

"So wot we gonna do then," continued Robin in his volatile state, his shirt
now also flapping in the air. "I mean's where we gonna do it, in yer car or
wot?"

"Wot we gonna do?" croaked Andy. Still in the car, he had been there less
than minute and Robin had already reduced him to an over stimulated,
jibbering wreck.

"You knows, `cause we're gonna have a gert wank ain't we?"

"We are?"

All of Andy's good intentions to resist Robin's advances were speedily
deserting him. The sight of Robin's animated Y-fronts rhythmically
appearing from underneath his shirt was temptation personified. Maybe he
could allow himself to handle Robin just this once, better still if it was
to be just the once then could he persuade him to partake of his prime
fantasy. It was all a question of where whilst a mutual grope in the car
was possible, anything further would require some form of accommodation.

"Hey, d'you know," Robin looked around and lowered his voice, "after you'd
left that stuff in the lesson I'd cum in me pants under the desk!"

"You did?" to be honest that came as no surprise. Andy just stared at the
flashes of white as Robin continued to gyrate only inches from his face.

"Yeah, them's still a bit sticky, but I'll cum again dead easy with you, so
where's we gonna do it?"

"You can.. you will?" mumbled Andy visualising the scene under the bench.

"Oh yeah, look I'm all hard now," Robin pushed himself towards Andy, "and I
did it dinner time in the bog as well.. I does it easily at least six times
a day!"

"Oh. Six." plainly there was to be no escape, Andy swallowed nervously.

"The other Sunday I did every hour, but after nine times it was getting a
bit red!"

"Nine times?" Andy looked amazed. "And, you was still making spunk after
nine?"

"Oh yeah, don't seem to matter how many times I wanks I still makes as much
spunk as the first time," Robin grinned, "see I only stops when it's
getting sore!"

"You lucky sod!"

"Yeah... hey, I just thought," Robin moved very close, so close Andy
thought he could smell the semen on his underpants, "I'd forgot me mum was
gonna see her sister this afternoon and there ain't a bus back till gone
five, so `spose we went to our house and did it?"

"No, no, I can't do that, no Robin that ain't right." even in his oversexed
state Andy saw the imminent danger in such a move. "No, no I'm much older,
it ain't right."

"Might not be right, but who's gonna know, `cause we both knows you wants
it as well." Robin's logic couldn't be faulted, he smiled. "Oh come on, I
want's to have good look at yer willy and, and I'd let you pull me pants
right off and see me bum.. I puts me fingers up it, so you might wanna do
it as well!"

"Wot.. oh!" Andy gulped, it was an open invitation do all he wanted,
probably more.  "I only lives five minutes away from yer on me bike, you
can follow me home."

As Andy was about to discover Robin was by no means naive when it came to
getting his own way with other boys and very cleverly inveigling them into
a sexual encounter by emphasising his perceived innocence.

"Well... uumm.. oh fuck!" decisions, decisions, besides Andy knew the slimy
wet patch in his own small, tight white briefs was getting larger.

"Andy, quick let's go to me house before I cums in me pants!"

"I ain't sure... uumm.. you really sure about yer mum being out and that?"

"Yeah, yeah, her sister lives on the other side of town. Please,
Andy.. come on, it's our only chance innit when there ain't nobody
home... please."

Andy couldn't take his eyes off the sagging grey trousers in front of
him. Robin had now positioned himself so he was screened by the car door
and it looked to Andy as though he was masturbating with his hand rammed
right down inside the familiar blue striped waistband of his briefs. Such
temptation really was too much to endure for long, besides which Andy was
getting close to involuntary ejaculation himself.

"Please Andy, before I cums!" moaned Robin, it was time to play a trump
card. "I, I knows you loves looking at me pants, I `spose you could take
'em home after if you wants, when they's all spunky!"

"Wot!" hearing that set Andy's heart beating even faster than before.

"Or, or, if you wanted we could, we could.. even.." Robin was giving it
everything, "I `spose we could, well we could swop if you wanted... wot's
you wearing?"

"Little white ones." Andy had difficulty in answering his mouth was dry,
quite unlike his briefs. "Uumm.. oh fuck... fuck! Uumm..  Robin, look don't
cum now...  so stop wanking, we'll, we'll go... so get on yer bike and you
lead the way.. but, but you gotta promise you won't say nothing to nobody
will you?"

"Nah, course I won't."





Mark had indeed managed to catch up with Alfie at the bus stop and told him
to explain to his mother that he would be late getting home as he was
visiting a friend. Although Alfie readily took the message it was quite
obvious that he didn't believe a word Mark had told him about catching up
with classwork, instead he simply warned Mark not to come home with spunk
all over his trousers again!

Luckily though, Alfie's bus had just departed before Geoff, Steve and Ollie
arrived so he was unaware who exactly it was that Mark was going home with,
but guessing it was probably Geoff didn't take a lot of brainpower.

"Do we stay on the bus for long then?" asked Steve. "See, I normally gets
the number eight with Ollie."

"Nah, it's only about ten minutes innit Mark?"

"Yeah, then it ain't far to walk, only five minutes to our house."

"So wot's WIMP stand for then?" asked Ollie still concerned what he was
involved in, even more concerned that his mother might finally get to see
some semen stains on his brilliant white briefs.

"I'll tell you when we gets to our house." Geoff grinned. "It won't be long
now will it? And, if you'd been a good boy and didn't wanked so much you
wouldn't be going fucking blind and you'd see the bloody bus is coming
right now."

"Shut up! I ain't going blind!" replied Ollie flushing with embarrassment.

"Ollie, don't worry," continued Geoff still grinning, "`cause once you've
been made a member of the WIMP club you'll never get embarrassed again,
just get on the bus!"

If anything poor Ollie became even more nervous as the journey continued,
his situation not helped by odd jokey comments from the others. Some
fifteen minutes later, just as predicted the four boys found themselves
walking up the garden path to Geoff's house as he brandished the key to the
front door.

"Cor, looks just like our road don't it?" observed Steve looking around at
the identical semi-detached houses. "most of the school must live in places
like this."

"Yeah," agreed Ollie trying to take his mind off whatever the mystery
ritual involved, "except our road ain't got so many of them trees they've
got yer."

"It's `cause it's bleeding semi-fucking-detached suburbia innit?" Mark
turned towards Geoff. "Now fuck the houses! Geoff is you sure yer mums
gonna be out?"

"Yeah, she works part time at the dentist as a receptionist. So stop bloody
talking and lets get on with it." he opened the front door and pointed to
the stairs. "You knows where me room is Mark so you lead 'em up while I
locks the door."

"Fucking hell look at them gert model trains," said Steve on entering the
bedroom. "there's fucking miles of 'em!"

"Cor, it's a lot bigger than mine." said Ollie innocently referring to his
own model railway in which he still took quite an interest.

"Well that's `cause yer not wanking enough, the more you does it the bigger
it gets!" replied Mark feeling his throbbing erection through his pocket as
he paused to lust over the stains and smells that made Geoff's unmade bed
such an enticing focus.

Ollie blushed again, returning to the real world from that of model
railways to the fact he would undoubtedly soon be forced to show his none
too generous boyhood.

"Well you could pop round one day and we'll play trains if you wants." said
Geoff.

"Oh yeah." Ollie smiled forgetting any pending embarrassment. "Cor, I'd
like that."

"Oh yeah, Geoff'll be playing with him not the toy trains!" said Mark
laughing. "Come on before yer mum gets back lets do the bloody WIMP thing."

"Yeah, right." Geoff moved over to the bed and sat down. "All take yer
blazers off and then sit here with me."

Steve couldn't help noticing the unmade bed revealed all that he tried to
hide in his own, his cock lurched at the sight of three large yellow stains
on the bottom sheet and those were just ones he could see. Whilst Ollie
might not have been the compulsive masturbator that the rest of them were,
the sight of such obvious sexual activity was not lost on him
either. Unfortunately compounding his embarrassment he made eye contact
with Steve who also blushed, worse though was when Ollie reached behind to
move Geoff's red and white striped pyjamas only to discover his hand was
covered in something cold and sticky!

Geoff looked from side to side checking on the state of the trousers, if he
wasn't mistaken it even looked as though Ollie had developed something
approaching a bulging fly!

"So wot's the fucking WIMP thing mean then?" asked Steve. "Come on tell
us."

"Right," Geoff was determined to get them all really aroused before he did,
"you gotta do one more thing first, then I promise I'll tell you."

"Well wot the fucks that then?" Mark was laughing, his fly positively
straining.

"All you gotta do is lie back on me bed, then undo yer trousers and pull
the zip right down."

Whilst the others managed it with a lot of giggling, Ollie fumbled around
delaying the exposure. Eventually the fly of his grey trousers parted to
reveal the once pristine white ribbed cotton, now though with a solitary
small wet patch directly above what looked to be the end of his cock.

"So wot's the fucking WIMP thing mean?" asked Steve again. "Now fucking
tell us!"

"I'll tell you right now, if you all raises yer heads so you can see wot's
inside each others trousers as I does it!" said Geoff. "Then we'll do the
initiation thing."

"Well fucking well hurry up and get on with it!" said Mark lifting his head
to note that Ollie was wearing Y-fronts. "Fucking hell, look even Ollie's
got a tiny wet patch!"

All eyes turned to focus on the none too large bulge, Ollie turned bright
red, tiny was the operative word.

By now Steve had excitedly began eyeing up the other gaping
flies. "Bleeding hell Mark, yer pants is dark blue! I ain't never seen
anything like them before!"

Even Ollie was staring at them out the corner of his eye, not that boys
underwear had ever been of great interest to him, but these briefs were
strangely arousing and unless he was mistaken it looked like there were
some semen stains on them. Something in his clean cut world had just
radically changed, he didn't know what other than he felt rather strange
and was now allowing himself to ponder on what underpants Steve was
wearing. Would they also have spunk stains? Of far more importance, why had
he always resisted all Steve's previous approaches to even just talk about
masturbation, let alone dare to compare cocks?

Geoff smiled to himself, they were all getting more involved and their
inhibitions were slipping away just as he had hoped. "Right listen, the
WIMP club stands for..."

"Yeah.. well go on, so WIMP stands for wot?" interrupted a very excitable
and impatient Ollie. Steve looked at him in amazement, it was very, very
uncharacteristic something had finally changed.

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Chapter 50 to follow