Date: Wed, 31 Aug 2016 09:28:44 +0100
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Lab Technician chapter 50

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 50 – "Yuk! It's got a funny sorta taste!"

There were no apparent bounds to the extent of tree lined suburbia, neither
it seemed were there any bounds to Robin's constant sexual advances. Andy
on the other hand had assumed he would be strong enough to be bound by his
conscience as to what he could or could not allow himself to do with the
much younger Robin. Somehow he just knew that it was not to be.

Robin had stopped pedalling, pulled into the kerb, hopped off his bike to
pushed it through the wooden gate into the neatly tended front garden of
the semi-detached house. Leaning it against the boundary hedge he rummaged
in his pocket for the front door key whilst looking back to see where
Andy's car was, who had now parked a couple of houses up the street. Andy
racked by guilt and knowing he should not even be there, he took a deep
breath and with a slightly trembling hand opened the car door to step
out. In those few remaining moments both conscience and any virtuous
thoughts totally deserted him, leaving in it's place only an aching
erection and the recollection of following Robin pedalling furiously, his
shirt tail flapping to expose his white skin and briefs.

"You dead sure yer mum ain't gonna be about?" Andy hurried up the garden
path looking guiltily around as he went. "Wot we gonna tell her if she
comes back?"

"Nah, she won't. I just knows it. Be alright, don't worry."

Robin was smiling like a Cheshire cat, waiting key in hand by the front
door. In fact to use a double metaphor, he was like a Cheshire cat that had
just had the cream!

"OK, I then `spose." conceded Andy knowing there was no other choice if he
wanted to pursue his fantasies. But even then on the doorstep he asked
himself yet again, just what was he doing there, it was definitely wrong
and all far too risky.

Robin put the key in the lock and pushed the door open, the hallway looked
dark against the sunlight and for a moment Andy was tempted to run away. It
was though the sight of Robin silhouetted by the sun with a deceptively
large lump in his trousers and the glaring white of his briefs which
totally forestalled any retreat.

"You've just seen I gotta gert hard on ain't you?" announced Robin, who
despite being the predator still blushed at his own admission.

"Hhmm.."

Instinctively he glanced down to Andy's trousers. "Looks like yer hard as
well, you is ain't you? I hopes so."

"Yeah, well... who wouldn't be.. so.. so wot we gonna do then?" stuttered
Andy, the open doorway offering an escape if he were sensible enough to
take it. "Wot.. wot.. uumm.. I dunno... wot go in yer bedroom or
something?"

"Yeah. I wants to undress you and make yer knob squirt over me hand." Robin
swallowed, even as the instigator he was quite embarrassed at putting his
fantasy with the older boy into words. "Then I wants you to undress me, you
can wank me and... and..  can play with me bumhole if you wants!"

"Holy fuck!" exclaimed Andy, quite taken aback at Robin's premeditated game
plan.

"That's wot you wants innit?" Robin flushed again and nervously giggling
completed his wish list. "See, I, I thought we'd swop pants once we've both
cum in 'em.. `cause I wanna walk about with yer spunky pants all slipping
about over me knob!"

"Hell, you're a dirty little bugger, so where's yer bedroom then?"
embarrassed as he was Andy finally smiled. "We'd better be bloody quick to
do all that then, so get on."

With that Robin turned and tore up the stairs throwing his blazer behind
him as he went. "Well come on then, `cause I wanna undress you first!"

>From Andy's perspective, he had unwittingly just transformed himself into
a totally uninhibited and exceptionally randy thirteen year old boy. All
caution was thrown to the wind since he was to be the sexually liberated
boy that he never allowed himself to be and quite determined to make the
most of what delights Robin could offer.

"Well hurry up, `cause I want's yer knob!" shouted Robin looking back down
the stairs to see Andy had caught the blazer and was carrying it upstairs.

It struck Andy on following Robin into the bedroom that the room was
essentially still very much that of an eleven year old boy. There was the
mandatory selection of badly constructed Airfix models balanced
precariously on a leaning set of book shelves, some dusty Dinky toys in an
old shoe box under the small table and even a well worn teddy bear perched
on the end of the partially unmade bed. The bed was of course an immediate
attraction to Andy, it didn't even take a fleeting inspection to confirm
that Robin ejaculated over it with impunity just as he did in his
underpants. The scene should have rung warning bells and instantly sent
Andy on his way home. It didn't, instead the aroma of essence of puberty
combined with sight of grubby white gym shorts which had been recently
hugging Robin's bottom dulled his senses.

"Yer looking at me teddy then?" Robin picked it up and handed it to
Andy. "D'you see, some nights we has a wank together in bed!"

"Oh.. oh really!" replied Andy in surprise dropping the blazer he had been
clutching onto the floor. "So that's teddy who's cum all over yer bed
then?"

"Nah. Course he can't do it! So I cums for him and sometimes on his bum!"
Robin giggled and pointed to the crystalline fur around the unfortunate
teddy's bottom. "And, sometimes he'll push his nose in me pants and right
up me bum!"

"Oh!" automatically Andy looked at the shiny nose, it certainly looked as
though it had seen some action, possible involving a lubricant.

"Now he want's to see yer bum, so just stand yer by the bed." with that
Robin ran his hands around Andy's waist and felt for the clasp on his
trousers.

"Oh god!" said Andy to himself, the previous evenings fantasy was fast
approaching, although even that hadn't accounted for the added excitement
of teddy's amour.

"Bloody hell yer trousers is all wet, you ain't cum already have you?"
Robin rubbed his slimy fingers together while struggled to undo the clasp,
it could only be precum.

"Fucking close!" mumbled Andy, finding it was as embarrassing as it was
arousing to be on the verge of ejaculation whilst being undressed by a
thirteen year old boy.

"Oh gawd! You ain't got no pants on!" exclaimed Robin pulling the shirt out
of the way having finally succeeded in undoing the waistband.

"Course I bloody I have, they just ain't gert big `uns like wot you kids
wears." Andy tried to make it sound as though he had been wearing them for
some time and not just a matter of days.

"Oh fuck, look at `em!"

On exposing the thin elasticated waistband, Robin didn't stop but excitedly
continued to pull the zip fully down, the trousers then falling around
Andy's knees to reveal the sperm soaked cotton of the small briefs. The
wet, thin white material had become quite translucent allowing Andy's
glistening erection to be clearly seen.

"Oh fuck!" repeated Robin pointing a wobbly finger at it. "It's fucking
huge!"

Saying it was huge was an enormous boost to Andy's confidence who had
always thought it rather small, being not much over five modest inches and
circumcised as well. Indeed, even his brother Martin and Adam were easily
of equal size and they were some five years younger.

"Fuck!" repeated Robin for the third time. "Where d'you get them little
white pants? Can we swop for the night? Step out yer trousers, come on
let's have a good look!"

"I `spose so... I ain't really thought about it."

Andy seemed rather dazed at the speed of events and of Robin's forceful
approach. Slowly he complied with the request, leaning against the bed for
support he stepped out his trousers to stand there feeling rather awkward
in just the shirt and briefs, the veins of his throbbing cock clearly
visible through the transparent material. At that point Robin stepped back
to take stock of the situation and automatically began to rub the front of
his trousers. The thrill was in the chase and so for Robin to seduce Andy
for a second time was a situation he had fantasised about, never really
thinking it would happen.

"Well come on lets get yer trousers off as well, we ain't got all day!"
announced Andy snapping out of his own daydream and making a move for
Robin's waist.

"Right!" Robin needed no second invitation and immediately began divesting
his shoes and trousers to stand in front of Andy in just shirt and the
tenting briefs.

"I wanna have a look at yer pants if you reckon you've cum three times
already."  Andy pushed the front of Robin's shirt out of the way to be
greeted by a sight which only a true connoisseur of schoolboy underwear
would fully appreciate, "Bleeding hell Robin, they's all wet and stained
with spunk! D'you say we could swop?"

"Yeah, I just bloody told you that." replied Robin proud of his excretions,
whilst not so proud of the desperately sagging appearance of the Y-fronts
as compared to the tight fitting ones Andy had on. "Now stay still, I'm
gonna feel yer cock."

For Robin, standing behind Andy presented certain logistical problems since
his arms could barely reach around his waist. However with great
determination he managed to get his hands inside the front of Andy's briefs
and excitedly grab of the weeping organ only to be immediately warned by
Andy that unless he handled it with extreme care a major ejaculation was a
certainty.

"Nah, I don't want you cumming yet," reluctantly Robin released his grip
and turned his attention to slowly pulling at the white briefs themselves,
"let's have these down and see if yer bums as good as teddy's!"

"Yeah.." gasped Andy still rather taken aback at Robin's assured
performance. "Just be careful or you'll snap me cock off when you pulls 'em
down!"

"Well step out of 'em."

Faced with a pair of bare buttocks before him it was inevitable that Robin
could not resist running a finger up and down between them, serving to
heighten Andy's precum production and accompanied by a groan of
delight. Equally inevitable, Robin forced himself hard up against Andy's
buttocks so that his briefs were sticking to them whilst his erection tried
to force itself between them.

"Oh fucking hell!" muttered Andy pushing himself back onto Robin in the
hope of getting more of his cock wedged, Robin responding by pushing
forward again.

It was all becoming too much, Andy was well past the point of losing any
rational grip on the situation, their age difference now meant absolutely
nothing to him. He simply wanted to insatiate his lust with the younger
boy. "Robin.. push it up me... just bloody do it.. fuck me.. I wants you to
cum in me!"

"Wot?"

For all of Robin's homosexual yearnings this was the one act that had so
far eluded him, leaving him unsure of exactly what to do. Was it really as
obvious as it now seemed?

"Just push yer bloody cock in me before I cums.. just fuck
me... ooohhh... hurry up!"

Andy's voice tailed off, his trembling legs signalling that ejaculation was
already upon him. Now invited, Robin hadn't wasted a second having wrenched
his own sodden briefs down, retracted his foreskin and hopefully lined up
the reddened head of his self-lubricating, if decidedly abused cock at the
unseen target.

"Aaawwwwwww... fuck!" screeched Robin in instant agony, having wrongly
attempted a full on penetration of Andy's coccyx, resulting in virtually
bending his dribbling organ double in the process.

"Fuck!" shrieked Andy as moments later on Robin's second attempt a bruised
few inches of thirteen year old boyhood slammed into him at full velocity
making such an incredibly forceful entrance into Andy's exit that his
testicles absorbed the shock.

"Fuck!" shrieked Robin, not only he had just compressed the length of his
cock, but had now also inadvertently squashed his testicles flat on
entering with such force.

"Fuck!" moaned Andy, his cock violently jerking to blast several strings of
semen well in front of him splattering the carpet, Robin's blazer and even
his own trousers.

"Fuck!" groaned Robin beginning to wilt at the knees. A powerful
ejaculation took over, something made all the more exquisite by the feeling
of being drawn deeper into Andy and countering the aching pain of his
freshly remodelled cock and balls.

Somehow they both managed to remain on their feet. Robin was deliriously
happy, but with somewhat wobbly legs and slightly worried at the bruised
feelings now emanating from his collective genitalia. Andy's brain was
still effectively disconnected since he was continuing in the role of a
thirteen year old and positively revelling in the post anal climatic
sensations of being buggered by a real thirteen year old boy.

Buuuuzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.  Buuuuuuuuuzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

"Wot the fucks that?" cried Andy, no longer in boy mode, instead pale with
shock.

"Oh fuck!" exclaimed Robin. "It's the door bell innit? Fuck, fuck! I forgot
he was coming round."

"Who's fucking coming round?"

Bbbbbbbbbbbuuuuuuuuuuuuuzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!

"Kid from school, we was gonna have a wank, only fixed it up this morning!"
replied the insatiable Robin very calmly. "I'll have go and let him in,
you'll have to hide!"

"Wot! Wot d'you mean I gotta fucking hide!" shrieked Andy, genuinely
panicky. "D'you really have to fucking let him in? And I've gotta fucking
hide from him?"

In a state of confused panic Andy felt and looked really awful, was he was
approaching a coronary? Wearing just his shirt, sweating and now very pale
he looked blankly around wondering what to do, finally he grabbed wildly
his clothes and shoes.

"Yeah course I do, `cause he'll have seen me bike out the front won't he?"

Bbbbbbbuuuuuuzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

"Fuck!"

Accidentally dropping his shoes and then scrabbling around to pick them up,
Andy watched as Robin simply pulled his sperm soaked briefs and trousers up
over his permanent erection. Even in his state of shock Andy was really
surprised that Robin made no attempt to even wipe himself, instead he
appeared prepared to meet his next visitor replete with slimy cock and
whatever had been inside Andy.

"You can hide in the bathroom, then when we starts wanking you can nip out
the front door!" said Robin nonchalantly as though it were an everyday
occurrence.

"Wot...you gonna cum again.. but, but that'll be four times this
afternoon!" confused or not, Andy was still keeping a tally of Robin's
orgasms. "Wot you really can cum another load?"

"Course, it never stops, you just had a gert load up yer bum!" Robin
grinned. "We'd better hurry now."

"Oh fuck!" Andy replied weakly, it had turned into a nightmare, he glanced
down to his bare legs just to reinforce the point. Why hadn't he listened
to Peter and his own conscience? It now seemed the only hope of retaining
the merest shred of sanity would be to get home as fast as he could and try
to put Robin out of his mind forever. That though, was to be easier said
than done.

"`spect I'll see you tomorrow at school then," said Robin rubbing the front
of his trousers around to distribute the spunk over his briefs, he turned
to the door, "now, you goes off and hides in the bathroom, alright?"

"Yeah." mumbled Andy in a daze. The fact he was being bundled out to make
room for Robin's next conquest, rather like a prostitute might turn a trick
had not quite yet occurred to him.

Due to his revamped genitals and very slimy underpants Robin walked
somewhat awkwardly towards the stairs, he turned. "Go on then, get in the
bathroom."

By the time Andy had gathered himself up and made it to the landing, he
could hear that Robin was already unlocking the front door. The bathroom
door was straight ahead, so it was with enormous relief that he went inside
and pushed the door over behind him. That at least it would give him an
opportunity to clean up a little before he went home and make himself feel
somewhat more sanitary. The nightmare afternoon wasn't yet over, as
unfortunately it wasn't the bathroom he found himself in. It was the spare
bedroom which was in the process of being redecorated and was empty other
than tools and decorating materials.

With no means of cleaning himself up, there seemed little point in delaying
matters further and he decided to get dressed. Only then did he realise
that his underpants were still on the bedroom floor where they had been
thrown earlier, quite obviously there was no chance of retrieving them
before Robin was back. He really was in quite a mess and not just with his
own semen, but more so with whatever Robin had so copiously shot up his
bottom, which was now starting to dribble down the inside of his legs to be
absorbed by his trousers.

Under any other circumstances he would have been only too keen to stay and
listen to what was going on in the bedroom. Feeling very close to tears,
exhausted both mentally and physically he just slumped against the wall
knowing the only thing he really wanted was to run away and get home.

As the voices coming up the stairs gradually became louder it almost
sounded as though he had heard his own name mentioned, slowly standing up
he strained to hear what the conversation was about.

"You sure it ain't Andy's car, look just like it don't it wot with that
little dent on the rear wing?"

"Nah, I `spose it might do, but it's a neighbours car innit, I seen it
before round yer."

"Oh. Well looks like Andy's to me."

"Anyway's, wot would Andy be doing round yer?" said Robin, wanting to
change the subject. "Now forget all that and tell us wot's all this cock
sucking stuff you was on about at school then?"

"Well see, me brother Mark and Andy's brother Martin has made me their cock
sucker! And, they both says I'm bloody good at it!" babbled Alfie
excitedly. "I've sucked 'em one after the other!"

Andy was having a repeat of the cold sweat he had experienced earlier, the
truth it appeared was that Robin was utterly insatiable. Not satisfied with
having just buggered Andy it was now apparent that Alfie, who being younger
and more gullible had also been seduced earlier and was now lined up to
give Robin and his inexhaustible supply of semen a blow job!

However, the really sad fact which then struck Andy like a ton of bricks
and lowered his mood even further, it was that there wasn't actually
anything really special between them as he had imagined. It was simply that
without any real thought of the consequences, Robin would use his guile to
get whatever he wanted sexually from whoever was willing, his perceived
innocence playing a large part in winning over those he considered fair
game. The truth it now seemed was that Andy had merely been used and Robin
would probably have settled for mutual masturbation. Instead, he had
knowingly taken full advantage of Andy's infatuation and readily buggered
him, an act which Andy valued as having some emotional commitment on both
sides. To be fair though, it was Andy that had offered his body and that
now rankled as much as being effectively duped.

So the real question was that if Robin were not that sincere, but only
after physical sex then could he be relied upon to keep secret their
meeting or would he boast about it and would the unsuspecting Alfie be
treated in a similar fashion?

With all manner of dire thoughts rushing around his head and the knowledge
that his underpants had been left on the floor in the bedroom, Andy was
really struggling to hold it all together. Clutching his shoes and despite
the awful sensation of something slithering down between his legs he
managed to creep onto the landing to listen at the bedroom door. Other than
incomprehensible muffled voices it was obvious there was nothing to be
gained by staying so there he decided to escape and set off down the stairs
and the prospect of returning home.

Inside, with a limited amount of time available Robin and Alfie hadn't
wasted a second. Robin was standing, having had his trousers and briefs
pulled down to his ankles with Alfie kneeling in front and inspecting the
engorged organ.

"Cor, it looks a bit... sticky." observed Alfie not too happily, recalling
the myriad of horrors that Mark's foreskin had offered. "See, I only sucks
'em if they's clean.. I don't like no cheese or nothing!"

"It's only sticky `cause I had a quick wank when I got home, it's alright,
only a bit of spunk innit?" lied Robin, well aware that only minutes before
it had been in a most unhygienic place and probably attracted
unmentionables.

"Why d'you have to wank, couldn't you have waited?" Alfie was surprised on
hearing that and actually very disappointed that his new found friend
hadn't even bothered to wait until he had arrived. "Bleeding hell, at least
we could have done it together."

"Yeah, well sorry about that.." Robin didn't sound remotely sorry.

"I don't want no cheese or nothing." repeated Alfie. "So is you gonna cum
again then or is that it now you wanked it?"

"Nah, I don't like cheese neither and I `spect I can cum again."

Robin having been just truly spoilt by the surprise of Andy offering his
most sacred orifice was actively considering whether at some time in the
not too distant future he could persuade Alfie to do likewise.

"Looks like you cum in yer pants as well?"

"Uumm.. yeah... at school earlier... twice I think!"

"Looks like you does everything earlier don't you!"

Alfie's interest was rapidly waning. No longer convinced the afternoon was
holding the pleasures he had been waiting all day at school to partake of,
with Robin having already cum and now presenting a none too clean cock,
Alfie had quickly lost interest. Taking hold of the ample foreskin he
pulled it back, it revealed a generous coating of the very same semen which
had so recently flushed out Andy's anal tract. The one point in Robin's
favour was that since he barely had any pubic hair there was nothing
lurking at the base of his abused shaft to encourage the growth of nasties
and further put Alfie off.

"Go on give us a suck." Robin smiled hopefully.

"Dunno, I likes 'em really clean." replied Alfie as though he had sucked
thousands, to be fair it didn't exactly look clean and had a slight aroma,
he sniffed. "Besides I don't know if yer gonna cum do I, so no point
sucking it if you ain't is there?"?"

"I'm sure I'll cum if you sucks it good. Go on, well just lick the end
bit."

"Well.. it smells!" reluctantly Alfie put his tongue out and barely touched
it, he looked up and then down. "Bit yukky innit, wot's them little bits
stuck to it?"

"Nah, it's alright innit?" Robin wrinkled his face, things were not going
too well. "Wot little bits? Show us."

"Them little bits!" an ink stained finger pointed at the dark flecks under
the foreskin.

Robin having had nothing whatsoever on his mind all day except sex in one
form or another wanted guessed exactly what they were looking at, so what
if something from Andy's bottom was stuck to his cock and Alfie could be
persuaded to suck it.

"Oh, I dunno." said Alfie unable to contain his disappointment any
longer. "I thought we was gonna have a bit of wank and then I'd suck you,
but you been cumming all bleeding day and now yer knobs all yukky, it just
ain't the same is it?"

"Oh!"

Robin was definitely not used to being turned down. Having masturbated his
way around most of his classmates with each with one being made to feel
special and then sworn to secrecy, the truth was to him that Alfie was
really just another conquest, even if a very cute one.

"Yeah well, I was even gonna let you finger me bum if you'd wanted!" Alfie
sniffed.

"Oh," Robin paused, somehow he had to persuade Alfie to carry on, "come on
Alfie, just give it one more go, I reckons I'll cum again if you really
sucks it!"

"Well, I dunno, wot's the point if you've just wanked and it's a bit
yukky?"

Reluctantly Alfie leant forward again and very carefully allowed his lips
to barely make contact the wet purple head. "Yuk! It's got a horrible sorta
taste!"

"Go on, it's alright, just fucking get it in yer mouth!"

Robin was now issuing an instruction and rather aggressively at that. Sex
ruled, nothing else mattered except the thought of managing to ejaculate in
Alfie's mouth. The thought of literally forcing Alfie to take his cock in
his mouth until he ejaculated had suddenly overtaken all else. Despite only
recently ejaculating Robin was again uncontrollably aroused to the point
where he was already producing precum.

"Wot?" Alfie immediately looked up, very surprised at the change of tone in
the voice. Robin's cockhead was still only just touching his lips, the
combined flavours of stale semen with essence of Andy's bottom were
definitely not entirely to his taste.

Like somebody possessed, Robin suddenly grabbed at Alfie's head and forced
him down on his cock to take the full length in his mouth. Continuing to
pull his head up and down despite Alfie's choked objections and flaying
arms the excitement of the forceful act itself was enough to bring Robin to
yet another fluid climax.

Alfie was frantic, in fact very frightened. Robin who being older and
bigger and stronger had without warning turned into a monster. Partially
choked by the offensive organ as it gushed semen over his tonsils Alfie
coughed and spluttered while he struggled to break free from Robin's
grip. Feeling close to passing out his instinct to escape was too strong to
submit, the obvious answer was simply to sink his teeth into the spitting
cock. Instantly Robin screamed in pain and released his grip to sink slowly
to the floor. Unable to move being hobbled by the trousers which were
tangled around his ankles and fearing the worst, he looked to see Alfie's
teeth had left their mark and drawn blood in several places just below the
head!

Distraught, spitting blood and semen, Alfie struggled to his feet intending
to escape and leave Robin to his unspeakable injury. Genuinely shocked and
upset that Robin who he had trusted and counted on as new friend could turn
on him so violently, Alfie changed his mind and decided to make a final
assault. Buoying himself on with a string of colourful expletives which
questioned both Robin's parentage and gender, he turned and lashed out with
his shoe to succeed in totally rearranging the order and shape of Robin's
genitals. Unaware it was their second reshaping in a such a short space of
time, with an agonising scream Robin rolled around the floor in what could
only be excruciating pain, his glasses falling off to be crushed beneath
him as he attempted to assuage his planate gonads and bloodied cock.

By the time a very upset Alfie had furiously cycled halfway on the journey
home, Robin's mother had returned home from work to find the front door
wide open and strange noises coming from upstairs. Thinking Robin had been
attacked she immediately ran up the stairs and through the open door into
his bedroom to find him still lying unhappily on the floor. Alternating
between clutching at his bloodied appendage and his testicles which were
rapidly turning a pleasing shade of bruised blue, he was plainly not very
happy.

"No.. no! Don't look!" he cried in panic covering himself with his hands.

"What the hells happened?" she cried looking in amazement to see him
holding his genitals and naked from the waist down, his trousers around his
feet and semen stained underpants.  "What the hell have you been
doing.. what's happened... why are you undressed?"

"It's nothing!" he blurted turning away to hide from her view, being unsure
himself whether it the thought of his equipment being seen or the injuries
he had sustained.  "Mum, go away I'll be alright!"

"Rubbish, what have you been doing to yourself? Let me see... you're hurt
aren't you?"

"No.. no you can't!" he protested, under no circumstances was she ever
going to get to see his cock even if it did have teeth marks!

"Robin! I'm you mother, I've seen that thing before! Now what are you
hiding! What have you done to yourself? It's, some sort of sex game that's
gone wrong isn't it? Do you think we don't know you're always
masturbating!"

Moving closer and intending to rescue his new blazer from the floor, she
instead noticed Andy's small briefs and picked them up. Her face fell, as
did the briefs when she realised at her hand now sticky with semen.

"What's been going on in here?" her voice already raised continued to go up
in volume. "Who's are these disgusting little pants? What's been happening?
What have you been doing? Do you really think I don't know you masturbate
all the time!"

His world had fallen off it's axis. Now reduced to tears Robin was unable
to reply, nevertheless the verbal barrage continued.

"Oh no! You've, you've had somebody here with you doing... doing... things
with you!" she drew breath and looked again at the briefs. "Oh my god!
These are so small, they're some girls knickers aren't they?"

"No.. no, no they ain't!"

"Well who's are they then... no, you haven't been doing... not, not with
another boy have you?" she replied, innocent of what adolescent boys would
or could do if only given the chance. "What boy wears girls pants...oh no!
Robin what have you been doing?"

Very wisely he remained silent. To say he had just buggered a twenty year
old boy and then ten minutes later forced a twelve year old to suck his
battered cock was something she wouldn't believe even if he did admit it!

"You wait till your father comes home... he.. he said to me the other day
that you were always playing with it... and.. soon you'll be getting some
girl into trouble!"

"No!" he gasped, getting a girl into trouble was the very last thing on his
mind!

"And..." she shouted waving a quivering maternal finger towards the unmade
bed, "and, do you think I enjoy washing all that mess!"

Again, a starched silence seemed the best option.

"You're hurt aren't you?" she added having only just realised that Robin's
hands were not merely hiding his organ, but attempting to mollify the
effect of Alfie's sharp incisors.

"No I ain't!"

"You are. I can see you are. What have you been doing? Who's been here?"
her voice had reached a crescendo by the final assertion. "My god is that
blood?"

Deafened, shocked, Robin slumped in a plump white heap, his hands slipped
from his bloody cock which amazingly still managed to point vertically
upwards. It was proving just to too much and he had all but given up the
will to resist his mother, possibly even live. Such thoughts were severely
compounded just when he thought matters couldn't possibly get any worse,
ranting on she forcefully began to examine his beleaguered organ,
eventually rushing off to get the ubiquitous Germolene.


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Chapter 51 to follow