Date: Tue, 20 Sep 2016 17:03:01 +0100
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: LabTech chapter 51

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

###########################################################################

Chapter 51 – "Tooth marks on his willy?"


"Geoff, so wot is the bloody WIMP club then, you said you'd tell us all
now."

"Hold yer water! I'll tell you now, when," said Geoff grinning, knowing he
couldn't spin it out any longer, "when, when we've kicked our trousers off
and we can see wot each other's doing, `cause that's part of it."

Still embarrassed at thoughts of revealing himself Ollie looked around, the
four pairs of white legs jiggled expectantly up and down kicking their grey
trousers and leaving a row of bulging underpants. Two white, one semen
coloured mesh and Mark's blue pair with very definite signs of dried semen,
all heightening the boys arousal.

"Bloody come on Geoff," said Steve, "now bloody tell us and stop pissing
about!"

"Right," Geoff looked at Mark and winked, "we're gonna do wot the WIMP club
is all about, right?"

"Yeah, alright, we'll just do it.. but wot the fuck is it?" said Steve
grinning, his hand already pressing hard on top of his cock through his
briefs.

"Well, it stands for..." Geoff paused for a second then theatrically
announced, "it stands for.. Wank In Me Pants!"

That brought hoots of embarrassed laughter particularly from Steve, whereas
Ollie who had never heard of nor partaken of such a messy pastime wasn't
sure how to react, although despite his flushed appearance he certainly
found the idea intriguing.

"OK?" said Geoff, clearly in charge with his hand already inside his
briefs, "So now we all belongs to the club, we're gonna fucking do it,
right? So let's start wanking!"

"We do cum in 'em don't we?" Mark, marvelled at Geoff's sexual ingenuity
which seemed to know no bounds however perverted.

"Oh yeah, `course you gotta bloody cum in 'em, `cause the that's the bloody
point innit!" said Geoff grinning. "Then when you've cum you gotta show us
how much of a mess you made in 'em."

"Is there a prize for who makes the most spunky mess then?" asked Steve
excitedly, seeing that he was about to indulge communally in what he often
partook privately.

"Oh yeah, `cause then we all looks to decides who's done the most," said
Geoff still thinking on his feet, "then he gets to choose who he wants to
swop pants with and... and, well.. then he's gotta wear 'em home and all
that night!"

"Can he wank in 'em then?"

"For fucks sake Steve, `course he can wank in 'em, it's whole fucking point
of doing it innit!" Mark was laughing. "Right on the count of three, we'll
start wanking!"

"Hold on, `cause the other two have gotta swop as well, just to make it
fair." added Geoff, still making up the rules as they went along, not that
anybody noticed. "OK, so everybody's gotta give 'em back the next morning
and tell us how many times they cum in them!"

"Oh fuck! You means wot.. that we wears somebody's spunky pants
home.. like, wot, like today!" asked Ollie. "Wot about me mum! I mean
`spose she.. well.."

"Well wot about her, she can wear 'em if she wants!" Steve laughed.

"Course you gotta wear home, you silly sod!" said Mark. "It's wearing
'somebody else's pants home with em all sticky that's the big fucking
turn-on innit?"

"Oh! Oh.. I didn't.." Ollie blushed, he was showing his total ignorance.

"You ain't never done it, have you?" Steve whispered to Ollie having
realised he hadn't even contemplated doing such a thing.

Ollie shook his head. In fact he was surprised at himself, not to say quite
aroused, any such thoughts in his highly sanitized sex life had been until
now unimaginable. Geoff had already guessed and was purposely sharing his
world of adolescent degeneracy with them. They were certainly lapping it
up, even Ollie for all his sexual naivety was now beginning to look a
promising and very willing student.

"Ready? All you gotta do is wank inside yer pants.. we can see you wanking
and shooting yer cock proper another time!" added Mark, who being an avid
trouser pocket watcher found such voyeuristic scenes incredibly erotic.

"That's right, I forgot that, so keep yer cock in yer pants at all times."
Geoff winked at Mark. "Right yer we go, ready... one, put yer hand down yer
pants... two, hold yer cock... three, now wank like fuck!"

As a boy who always tried to change for games facing the wall so he
wouldn't be seen, this was for Ollie a momentous, if not liberating
occasion. Despite being flustered and very self-conscious there was no
escape, he had to join in. Aware he had to follow instructions, bravely he
slipped his hand under the waistband of his impeccably white Y-fronts and
reached downwards. Grasping the shaft of his cock as instructed he was
astounded to discover that for the first time he had actually managed to
produce some more precum, generated solely by the expectation of what was
to follow.

Steve's cock, cosily encased in some St Michael briefs had already
deposited more than a dribble, which without a foreskin had instantly been
commandeered for lubricant. Rubbing it around the head with his thumb he
looked around see his friends all similarly engaged, at which point he
wished he could perform the impossible with some X-ray vision and see which
of them had the biggest cock hidden from view.

The answer to that question certainly wasn't Ollie, who for reasons that he
couldn't explain very quickly found himself groaning as he shot a more than
copious load of spunk into his briefs. Shocked that he had even done such a
thing, whilst overjoyed at his new found sexual liberation he looked to see
the thin cotton soaked and now translucent, his hand clearly seen wrapped
around the slimy shaft.

"Bleeding hell, Ollie's cum already!" exclaimed Steve pointing.

On Ollie's other side Mark turned to look. "Fucking hell, that was quick!
Look at all that spunk! When d'you last have a wank then?"

"Gawd, that's more than I makes!" added Steve staring down.

Glowing red, but nevertheless immensely proud of his achievement Ollie
stuttered. "Dunno... two, three days?"

"You wot!" exclaimed Geoff, thinking it quite incomprehensible that anybody
could last more than a couple of hours without relief, let alone two whole
days and nights.

"That ain't fucking possible!" agreed Mark leaning right over to sniff at
the hot semen which already seeping though the cotton. "Cor, yer cock looks
cute don't it?"

"Have had yer end cut off like me and Ollie then?" asked Geoff, turning to
Steve, who it appeared was in danger of doing himself an injury with the
frantic efforts he was putting in to arrive at a climax. "Old fucking
sticky blue pants there, he's still got the full set and makes more stinky
cheese than a flock of fucking of cows."

"It's a fucking herd innit?" corrected Ollie, clutching his shrinking
organ. "Innit?"

"Hey, so is I the only one yer who ain't had his end cut off?" asked Mark.

"Seems like it." said Geoff, he grinned at Ollie, "Now, you wanna watch it
Ollie if yer thinking of swopping with him, cause his pants come with a
fucking health warning!"

"A fucking wot?" Ollie looked worried, having already been thinking of what
he could do to himself wearing Mark's briefs to bed. "Wot's mean a fucking
health warning."

"Well they're full of cheese ain't they! Go on Mark pull 'em down and show
us!"

"Fuck off!" Mark blushed knowing in all probability Geoff was correct. "No
I ain't."

"Well at least show us yer cock and pull yer gert thing back then!"
continued Geoff.

"Fuck off!" repeated Mark. "Only if us all shows our cocks."

"Ooohhhh fuck!" cried Steve interrupting as he blasted the contents of his
ball sac into his briefs. "Hey, I fucking cum!"

"Well I fucking ain't!" announced Mark, "And, I'm gonna be honest, since I
cum at least three times today already and gawd knows how many times
yesterday, if I is gonna cum it ain't gonna be quick `cause me cocks
started going all sore!"

"Well hows you a member of the WIMP club then if you can't bleeding cum in
yer own pants then?" asked Steve. "Me and Ollie has just fucking done it
and a right fucking mess we've made of 'em!"

"Because, me and Mark has cum in 'em twice today already," said Geoff, "in
the morning break and you knows we did it after dinner `cause you seen the
mess and that's why yer all here you silly fucking sods!"

"Oh shit! I forgot that!" said Steve.

"Yeah, if you don't fucking believe him look at this!" said Mark who then
suddenly pulled the front of his briefs down to expose a very sore erection
and the inside of his briefs which were absolutely caked in congealed
semen. No surprises there.

"And, me." added Geoff tugging at the heavily stained Aertex briefs down to
expose his equally reddened member. "I thought I could do it again, but if
Mark ain't then I won't `cause, so I can save it for later!"

"Shit, they don't look too fucking well!" observed Steve after a detailed
inspection of both Geoff and Mark's cocks. "Wot's think Ollie, looks to me
like they's already cum over everything.. so if it hurts 'em to wank shall
us let 'em off?"

"Yeah, I `spose." said Ollie who was extremely happy taking in the sight of
the two erections even if they hadn't ejaculated.

"Well, you two still gotta get yer pants down ain't you?" said Geoff. "I
didn't think even if we could cum we'd make as much as either of you, so
let's have look and decide who wins. That alright with you Mark?"

"Yeah." Mark nodded. "Come on Ollie, bloody get 'em down, let's have a gert
look."

"Well yer's mine!"

Steve immediately ripped his briefs off in the excitement to expose what he
now guessed was the longest cock there. Circumcised and possessing a
certain sideways skew to the left it was certainly rather thin when
compared to Geoff's and bore all the hallmarks of having a very, very hard
life.

"Fuck that's a gert long thin one.. it must be getting on for an inch
longer than mine! Cor, fucking hell!" exclaimed Mark mentally doing an
instant tally of what else was already on display. "Come on then Ollie,
let's see wot you got then."

"Oh fuck..." his voice tailed off, it was the moment of truth.

Obviously still quite worried about the size of his equipment, Ollie slowly
pulled his once magnificently pristine Y-fronts down to expose his not too
hairy balls and cock. Sadly for him, it had already started to go soft and
without a foreskin to aid the visual impression of being at least Boy
Average it didn't look at all impressive, at all. Actually it appeared to
be somewhat Boy Below Average.

"Oh fuck, no.. no!" repeated Ollie with a look of utter disappointment on
his flushed face in a rather tremulous voice. "Oh.. it's, it's gone all
fucking soft!"

"Yeah," said Mark, who having learnt from his relations with Alfie that
sometimes it was best not to embarrass by stating the obvious, "well that
don't matter do it. It bloody works though don't it, look at all that
fucking spunk you've made!"

"Cor, there's fucking gallons of it!" said Geoff, who had correctly guessed
at the outset that Ollie was extremely shy and probably the least well
endowed. "So who's made the most spunk then, is it Ollie or Steve?"

Ollie gulped in relief, the day had been exciting enough as it was without
the added stress of humiliation being thrown into the mix.

"Well," said Steve wisely taking his cue from Geoff and having finally got
to thoroughly inspect his best friend genitalia after years at school
together, "I gotta admit that I reckons Ollie's won by about half a fucking
gallon!"

"So who you gonna swop pants with then?" asked Geoff smiling. "Bet I
knows."

"Bet I fucking knows as well." added Mark raising his eyebrows.

There was no doubt Ollie was quite nervous, for someone so reserved the
intensity of the afternoons events were getting to be overwhelming. He bit
his lip and looked around aware that he was to actually publicly state a
preference for what amounted to a sexual deviation.

"Mark's, I'd, I'd like Mark's pants."

"I fucking knew it!" exclaimed Mark, who had already started to kick them
off.

"So did I." Geoff grinned. "Well, come on Steve while these two's is
swopping over, we'll have to do the same `cause them's the rules."

"Wot, I gotta wear them horrible wet mesh things... oh fucking hell!" said
Steve.

"Yeah, you'll love 'em once you got 'em on, it's like wearing nothing!"

"Think I'd rather wear nothing!"

"Geoffrey! What are you doing up there? I've been calling you for since I
got back and you still haven't answered."

"Wot.. wot! Who the fucks that?" gasped Mark looking at Geoff who had
instantly, if not sooner, already turned a deathly shade of white.

"Geoffrey!" Mrs Wilkins voice was becoming more insistent and louder as she
neared the landing.

"Wot is it?" asked Ollie looking up, having been totally preoccupied with
removing his briefs and retaining as much spunk in them as he could ready
for Mark to wear.

Steve, naked from the waist down, his hand holding out his soggy briefs
ready for Geoff remained frozen, unable to move.

The door didn't open itself, but Mrs Wilkins did, her voice becoming much
louder as it swung open. "Geoffrey what are you doing in there?"




Arriving home feeling somewhat drained, Andy was ruing the day he had met
Robin, the afternoons events having transcended from euphoria to
dysphoria. It was the incredible feeling of disappointment that having
trusted Robin, he had instead been merely used sexually and summarily
discarded. The arrival of Robin's next conquest, who by sheer coincidence
happened to be Alfie had really rubbed salt into the wound, along with
fears for the innocent Alfie being similarly used and discarded.

The house was empty when he arrived, his mother still her part time job
although it looked as though Martin had been home and dumped his school
bag, but had since gone out on his bike somewhere. Andy needed a total
distraction from thoughts of Robin and decided to adjust the fanbelt on the
car which had been squealing for a couple of days. Changing into his old
clothes and cursing himself for being so stupid as to even contemplate
getting involved with the younger boy, he hoped the idea of doing something
practical would take his mind off the afternoons disastrous events.

Tensioning the fanbelt wasn't difficult, more that it was an awkward and
dirty job involving grovelling deep inside the bonnet. It didn't really
take very long and some fifteen minutes later having run the engine to make
sure all was well, Andy was leaning on the wing congratulating himself with
Robin partly forgotten.

"Hello, wot you doing?"

Alfie had appeared as ever from nowhere, although this time he was on his
bike and unusually had arrived without the mandatory skidding of the rear
wheel.

"Oh.. uumm.. just tightened the fanbelt."

Jolted back to the afternoons events, Andy somehow didn't think Alfie
looked his usual cheery self, surely Robin wouldn't have tried anything
untoward with him?

"I could have helped you." he said looking over towards the bonnet from his
bike.

"Yeah, I'd have liked that."

Maybe Andy shouldn't have said it, but he certainly felt it. Being with
Alfie somehow felt very normal, it was safe, there was undoubtedly empathy
between them, it was a lovey warm feeling although he found it was as
confusing as it was real.

"Yeah." Alfie smiled as only Alfie could.

"I didn't hear yer bike, `cause you usually arrives with a gert
skid. Something up?" Andy tried not to reach out and touch him, he had to
control himself.

"Uumm.. nah... well... nah." he sniffed looked up and caught Andy's eye
making himself blink in the process, something was definitely up.

"Wot is it then Alfie?" asked Andy unable to pretend he was feeling that
strong himself and had correctly assumed whatever it was, Alfie's troubles
were probably Robin related.

The question for Alfie, was really could he tell Andy what had happened? He
knew he had to tell somebody and had correctly guessed that Mark wasn't
back yet from Geoff's. It wasn't so much a case of could he trust Andy,
since that to him was implicit and he almost viewed him as an older brother
to Mark, but more that he would find admitting what had happened with Robin
embarrassing in the extreme. It was just as Andy had discovered, the
feeling that his overtures of friendship had been taken advantage of purely
for Robin's sexual gratification that really rankled.

"I dunno."

"Is it anything you wanna talk about?" asked Andy only too aware of his own
predicament and what could have befallen Alfie.

"Uumm.."

Since Alfie had not immediately mentioned him in connection with Robin, it
seemed safe to assume that Robin had kept his mouth shut, for the time
being at least. Alfie slowly got off his bike, leant it against the hedge
and slowly scuffing his feet on the pavement.

"I dunno."

"Oh, you ain't been doing something you shouldn't have?"

"Might have."

At the back of Alfie's mind were thoughts of Robin with his bloody cock and
whether he had survived the manducating or had just slowly bled to
death. He really hoped the latter!

"You know I don't like seeing you like this, so wot is it?" plainly it was
going to take a long time to get the full story a word at a time. "You
knows you can tell me. Is it something, well.. you know... to do with
boys?"

Alfie flushed, he didn't need to answer.

"It is something you shouldn't have done innit?" Andy again just managed to
resist the temptation to put an arm round him.

"Uumm.. maybe..." he muttered continuing to scuff his shoe. "It's Robin
innit?"

"Wot d'you mean, robbing a bank.. cock Robin.. or wot sort of robin?" he
smiled knowing exactly which Robin it was.

Alfie managed a weak smile. "That fat Robin innit?"

"Is it? Alfie, I don't know, which fat Robin d'you mean?"

"You knows, that fucking gert fat git who fell off his fucking bike!" Alfie
spat the words out with considerable feeling. "That fat cunt with them gert
big white pants!"

"Oh, that fat cunt!" Andy smiled hoping to lighten Alfie's mood with his
joke, nevertheless more than surprised at Alfie's unusual resort to such
graphic language.

"Yeah, him!"

"I'd forgotten about him, why wot's he done then?" Andy hoped he sounded
calm. "Alfie... now you don't normally swear, I knows I do, but don't you
start, alright."

"Sorry, but... he is a fat cunt!" he rubbed his eyes, things were coming to
a head.

"Look uumm.. you sit in the drivers seat and I'll stay on the pavement,
then you can tell me through the open door, alright?"

It was a clever ploy and to a certain extent defused Alfie's volatile mood.

"Right now without swearing tell me wot happened."

Andy sat on the front wing by the open drivers door, it was the only place
he thought that might stand a chance of partially hiding his growing
erection. What was it with younger boys and Alfie in particular, he didn't
understand himself and here he was trying to advise a twelve year old. It
was far too confusing for words.

"Well see," gripping the steering wheel Alfie started his tale of woe with
a sniff and then immediately stopped to look all around for fear of
eavesdroppers, "hey you ain't gonna tell nobody any of this is you... not
nobody?"

"No, not even nobody, promise. Now get on with it before me mum comes back
from work."

"Well see," he began again, "the other day that Robin, he, he'd found me a
school see and.. and.. well he got me to have wank with him.. down by the
bike sheds and.. it was sorta funny really, `cause first I sorta guessed he
was well sorta like dropping lots of hints about wanking and in hope that
I'd do something with him. Then see, he sorta talks me round so he's can
look up me shorts and that.. well see so after that, I 'spose I just sorta
went along with it when he suggested we's have a wank down by the bike
sheds."

"Oh, so he ain't backwards at coming forwards then is he?" it now sounded
rather familiar to Andy and how easily he had been duped into examining him
in the car.

"And... well see, uumm... and.. there's something else," he looked at Andy,
"now, don't you dare say nothing to nobody, you promise?"

"Yeah, I promise."

"Well see, we gets caught!" from Alfie's tone of voice it wasn't easy to
admit.

"Oh fuck!" exclaimed Andy unable to stop himself swearing. "Wot! Who by?"

"You don't you dare say nothing will you?" Alfie was red with embarrassment
at the revelation. "It was Mr Chatworth wunnit, he's me form master as well
ain't he!"

"Oh I see, that's tricky, but he's nice isn't he?" Andy nodded. "So then
wot?"

"Well don't you get it, `cause Mr Chatworth has now seen me willy and
everything ain't he, so he's seen all me bits!" the twelve year old
embarrassment factor visibly increased tenfold. "Then see, I fainted!"

"Oh shit! You fainted? So wot happened then?"

"Nothing, when I comes round he gives us a real gert telling off and says
we oughta wank in the bogs like all the rest of the school do and if he
ever catches us again we's going straight to the headmaster!"

"Bloody hell... so wot's happened today then?"

"Ah well," Alfie looked around for further latent eavesdroppers, "see, not
long after that, well that Robin finds me again and he talks me into going
round to his place so's we can have a gert wank there."

"Ah, so that was today then?" Andy hoped he looked as though he'd just
guessed.

"Yeah," replied Alfie planning to be economical with the truth and leave
out the fact he had been appointed cock-sucker in chief to Martin and Mark,
"so I goes round after I'd come home to change and tell mum that Mark was
seeing somebody on the way home."

"And?"

"So then I goes round on me bike. But, when I gets there he says he's just
had a really gert wank `cause he couldn't wait for me to get there!"

"Wot a sod!" said Andy sounding as sympathetic as he could. "That's no good
if that's wot you'd gone there for innit? Bloody hell, wot sorta new friend
is that?"

"Yeah. I was right pissed off, `cause I'd been bloody good and not had one
since getting up this morning," he looked angry, "d'you know Spunky and
Terry had a quick one in the bog dinner time and they let me watch, but I
didn't cum, it were close though!"

"So they knew you was gonna do something with Robin?"

"Oh yeah! We's agreed if it had been any good I'd have told him that both
Spunky and Terry would go with me for a second time and we'd all wank
together. See, `cause we wants to see how big his willy is and if he's got
any hairs and that, 'cause well he's thirteen ain't he and we'll be
thirteen next year won't us?"

"Right." Andy smiled. The train of thought seemed quite logical for twelve
year old boys when a year was the equivalent of light years in terms of
sexual development.

"Well it all went wrong didn't it." he looked at the pavement. "See that
fucking Robin starts to get all iffy when we gets in his room and says it
don't matter that he's cum. I said it did, then gets in a gert mood about
wanting me to suck his cock.. so, so.. when he gets his trousers down it's
all a gert mess innit? I hates a dirty willy and.. and see his pants is all
covered in spunk and his willy's all sticky and yukky.. it looked just like
Marks and it smelt a bit with funny stuff stuck under his foreskin!"

"Oh, I see." said Andy, not really sure what to say since whatever it was
that was stuck to Robin's cock had probably come from being up his bottom!

"Well, then he grabs me head and forces it down so I gotta have his smelly
willy in me mouth.." Alfie paused, obviously the image was still in the
forefront of his mind.

"You alright?" Andy, rubbed his legs together thinking what had been
leaking out earlier on that very afternoon.

"Yeah, sort of... so he pushes me head up and down trying to get me to suck
it, but all I wants to do is throw up `cause it don't taste like spunk
do.. it's was horrible!"

"Think I'd probably throw up as well!" agreed Andy. "So wot d'you do,
`cause he's bigger and stronger than you isn't he??"

"Yeah, he is and gert fatter! So guess wot I done."

"D'you knee him in the goolies then?"

"Nah, better than that. Wasn't much I could do `cept bite the end of his
willy so hard it started to bleed!" Alfie managed a grin. "Then he fucking
let me go!"

"You wot?" Andy smiled. Retribution was indeed divine.

"Yeah, then he had to let me go didn't he, well `cause he grabbed his fat
willy," reiterated Alfie excitedly, "and I could see blood and some gert
tooth marks where his foreskin had been pulled back!"

"Wot! Tooth marks on his willy? And blood?" repeated Andy in
amazement. "Gawd, you really musta bit him hard didn't you!"

"Yeah, like I was eating a gert sausage! See then he falls on the floor
holding it and screaming that it hurts, that's when I kicks him right in
the fucking knackers so hard me foot hurts! Then I runs out and I just come
home now."

"I dunno wot to say." said Andy. "Wasn't his mother home then?"

"Nah, I `spose she was on her way home or something, 'cause he said she
wouldn't be long." said Alfie "Cor, wonder wot she'll say when she see's
he's got gert tooth marks on his willy!"

"I hate to think!" Andy grinned, Robin had got his comeuppance after all.

###################################################################

Chap 52 to follow