Date: Fri, 07 Oct 2016 10:28:05 +0100
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: LabTechnician Chapter 52

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 52 – On the buses

Sat in the driving seat and although whilst still clearly shaken after his
ordeal, Alfie was managing to joke with Andy regarding his attempt at
destroying all chances of Robin ever having any form of sex life in the
foreseeable future.

Going through the motions of driving as they talked, although having some
difficulty in depressing the clutch pedal, Alfie looked in the mirror on
his imaginary journey.

"Oh shit, here's trouble, it's Mark innit... cor, he's walking funny!"

Andy looked up. "Quick, now are you gonna tell him about Robin or not?"

"I dunno."

"Well I think you should, then if Robin gets nasty at school you can get
Mark to sort the little shit out!"

"Yeah, that's a good idea, see `cause I'd thought if me, Spunky and Terry
all gangs up on him we might duff him up sometime." said Alfie. "So is Mark
gonna have to know that I've told you all about it?"

"Uumm." Andy thought. "No, I reckons we pretend I don't know nothing,
that's the easiest innit and you can always talk to me about if you wants
anyway can't you?"

"Yeah, that's clever." Alfie resumed driving his imaginary journey, during
the course of which he succeeded in running Robin over to break both legs,
arms and flat-pack his head and gonads.

"You alright, you looks a bit sorta.. worried?" asked Andy as Mark drew
level.

"Uumm.."

Despite the school bag he held in front, Andy had already noted the bulge
and the accumulation of semi-dry semen on the front of Mark's grey
trousers.

"Nah, uumm.. I'm OK... I thinks!" he shuffled awkwardly. Ollie's heavily
impregnated Y-fronts had stuck to his pubic hair and his partial erection
caught in the twisted fly.

"I wonders wot was you doing at Geoff's then?" said Alfie winking at
Andy. "Was you two playing with his gert toy train set? Has he gotta pair
of big buffers!"

Andy didn't say anything in reply, after his dreadful encounter with Robin
he was still revelling the genuine warmth and schoolboy level humour that
Alfie exuded. It might have appeared that with their age difference it was
more than a little odd for the two to be attracted, but age played a big
part in Andy's sexual dilemma. Neither looking much older nor being so
different physically to his brother or Mark, Andy had been effectively
accepted by them as being of an equal age, the bumfluff on his top lip
easily confirming it. From his point of view, he was only to too delighted
to be included in their circle of friends and as such when in their company
had almost conditioned himself to act much as they did for their age.

"Just fucking shut up." Mark flushed. They all knew exactly what he had
been doing.

"Who's.." Andy cleared his throat, "so who's this Geoff then?"

"It's his school wanking mate who wears them funny Aertex pants innit!"
replied Alfie before he stop himself, he then continued very unwisely to
seal his own death warrant by saying to Mark. "Have you seen yer trousers,
there's gert loads of cum all over 'em again... mum'll go nuts you knows
that!"

"You little fucking toss pot, why don't you fucking shut yer face!"

To have that very thing pointed out in front of Andy, when Mark had been
thinking of the very same consequences all the way home was not ideal. The
last thing that he wanted was to be reminded of his mothers attitude
towards washing and semen stains, the toe of his shoe caught Alfie's leg
inside the car.

"Ooow! Don't bleeding kick me!"

"Now stop it!" said Andy hoping to curtail internecine warfare as
entertaining as it was. "He's right though Mark, `cause I can see the spunk
on 'em from here!"

"Fucking bloody bollocks!" Mark blushed aware that some of what was showing
had been soaking through from Ollie's saturated briefs. "So wot am I gonna
do now?"

"Try wanking with 'em off!" suggested Alfie quickly dodging the second
flying foot!

"Haven't you got another pair of trousers?" asked Andy. He found the topic
of Mark, semen and underpants especially stimulating. He put his hand in
his pocket to disguise the fact his cock had almost risen to the occasion,
being so physically close to the brothers and able to smell the semen
decorating Mark's trousers.

"If I wears them old ones, she'll know I fucking done it again or
something."

"I `spose," said Alfie, "d'you remember how mad she went last time, we
don't wanna her doing that again, `cause she made us all suffer with her
bad mood!"

"You wants to buy a spare pair, especially if yer seeing mate Geoff quite
often!" said Andy rather unhelpfully. "Hey, tell you wot, I think Mart's
got a spare pair that might just do while you gets them others washed or
something?"

"D'you think?" it was aglimmer of hope that lit up Mark's face. "Where is
he?"

"Dunno." replied Andy. "Wherever he is he ought to back soon."

In fact Martin was only a couple of streets way cycling back from Mr
Maxwell's newsagents shop where he had been to confirm he was going to
finish tidying the stockroom that coming Saturday. Arriving a couple of
minutes later at full speed he screeched to a stop see the three talking
and wondered what he had been missing.

"Wot's up then, wot you all talking about?"

"Ah, we was just talking about you," Mark smiled, "see I wondered if you'd
do me a gert favour."

"Oh yeah, wot's that then." replied Martin pushing his bike into the front
garden to lean it on the wall and taking the opportunity to realign his
anticipatory erection which hadn't really subsided since leaving the
newsagents shop.

"Well, we're sorta the same size ain't we?" said Mark.

"You wot!" Martin blushed looked down and then round. "Wot d'you mean!"

Alfie giggled and rubbed himself.

"I don't mean yer cock, but yer body!"

"Oh!" Martin quickly pushed both hands in the pockets hoping to disguise
the lump.

"Go on and show him!" said Alfie.

Andy wished he would, his cock that was!

"Oh Alf, shut yer fucking face a minute! Y'see Mart, I've had a bit of a
gert accident and I needs to lend a pair of trousers."

"Without spunk all over 'em like his!" interrupted Alfie giggling and
pointing.

"Yeah alright, now you just fucking shut up for a minute!" Mark was by now
blushing with embarrassment since his admission was in front of a very
interested and receptive audience that included Andy. "Have you gotta spare
pair I can lend?"

"A gert load of spunk!" Martin grinned. "Well lets have a look then."

Very reluctantly dropping his bag to the floor it became obvious to all
that not only had he comprehensively ruined his trousers, but that having
talked about it he had brought on a monster erection that really was in
danger of breaking out.

"Gawd... that's a bloody gert hard on you got!" this time it wasn't Alfie
who stated the obvious, but Andy. "Oh shit, sorry.. I didn't mean to.."

"Wow!" exclaimed Martin, taking a second look, his own cock instantly
lurching ever upwards, "Well I got me old ones I `spose, but if you lends
'em you gotta promise not to cum in 'em or break the zip `cause that's
getting a bit iffy now and again."

"Ain't never seen it look that big before!" added Alfie, also rapidly
becoming erect in an act of sympathy.

Mark really cringed with embarrassment, all this in the road right outside
his house and in less than an hour from when he couldn't manage a decent
erection at Geoff's house for the WIMP club meeting.

"Is mum back?" asked Martin turning to Andy.

"No," Andy looked at his watch, "you got about five minutes if yer dead
quick."

"I'll have to wear 'em home, I can't go in wearing these `cause she'll see
'em." said Mark looking hopefully at Martin.

"Oh fuck, well come on then be quick and you can change in me room." Martin
set off to lead the way inside. "We'll have to be bloody quick though."

"Is she that bad then?" Andy turned to Alfie as they disappeared inside.

"Bad? She'll bloody murder him! She's got a gert thing about him and spunk
marks!"  Alfie giggled at his unintended pun. "She nearly killed him last
time, can't remember what, but she got spunk all over her hands from his
washing and she went gert nuts, `cause it's like the fifth time she's had a
real go at him over it innit!"

Meanwhile upstairs Mark was rummaging through his wardrobe to find his old
school trousers, he called out. "Well get them off, ready `cause we ain't
got all bloody day."

Feeling very embarrassed Mark stood there in his white shirt, beneath which
were Ollie's spunky briefs containing his painfully hard erection.

"Wot the fuck you got on? Where's yer coloured pants then?" Martin lifted
the shirt and looked. "Fuck, that's a real gert hard on and them pants is
all soaked with cum. Give us a proper look!"

"These pants ain't mine.. I swopped just to wear 'em home, all the spunk's
Ollie's!" he replied pulling the waistband away to allow Martin to peer
inside, only then did Mark realise how silly it sounded once he'd said it.

"Fuck, he musta cum fucking gert gallons!" Martin continued to excitedly
inspect matters within. "And, yer cock looks all red, wot have you fucking
done to it?"

"Just lemmie get the fucking trousers on," pleaded Mark desperately afraid
of being caught by Martin's mother, "it's all fucking red `cause I been
wanking it too much!"

The trousers weren't exactly a perfect fit, they were a little short and
very tight between his legs. "Wot they look like?"

"They'll be alright... if you can get yer cock to go down!" Martin ginned,
"So just remember, don't sit down too quick `cause you'll cut yer balls
off!"

"But, but they're better than wot I had on?" despite feeling very
uncomfortable Mark was plainly desperate not to be caught again. "I
mean.. they'll do, won't they?"

"Yeah, be alright, now is you gonna get yer's washed at home or want me to
do it?"

"Could you do it? I can't fucking risk it." said Mark.

"Yeah alright, won't be washed very good mind, you can have 'em back this
time tomorrow, be a bit damp I `spect. See I've had to wash a few things
before mum's found 'em, so I knows all about yer problem." Martin leant
closer. "But, there's a price to pay for me doing it."

"Oh shit! Wot ?" asked Mark.

"Yeah, well see," said Martin, feeling the head of his cock through his
jeans pocket thinking of what could be in store, "can you get Alfie to suck
us both off again?"

"Yeah I `spose, but, well it'll be better if you asks him, `cause I knows
he won't refuse you," Mark was relieved that the price was mutually
acceptable, "and, you can say you'll make me wash me cock before he does
it, then I'm sure he'll do it!"

"When?" Martin grinned. "Pity mum's coming back or we could've had a wank
now!"

"Yeah I knows. Look, tomorrow after school or something, ask him I don't
care." Mark glanced nervously around. "Let's just get out of here before
yer mum's back."




Miraculously, on returning home Mark had managed to escape his mothers
beady eye and been able to change out of his uniform into jeans which were
far more comfortable. Alfie was feeling considerably better having
discussed with Andy his traumatic skirmish with Robin and later that
evening confided in Mark with a suitably edited version of the
saga. Although Alfie rather liked the idea of dealing with Robin with the
help of Terry and Spunky, he also obtained an assurance from Mark that if
Robin did cause any trouble he would also help to sort him out.


Robin was in no fit state to do anything. Once his father had returned from
work and been greeted with a tirade from his angry mother there seemed no
option but for him to confront Robin to try to make sense on the
situation. Robin though was determined not to tell the full story, which
did little to improve relations with his father who was plainly annoyed at
being ambushed as soon as he returned home. However, the pain was winning
and he acceded to his fathers request to let him examine his genitals
finding that prospect far less embarrassing than his mother's prodding
finger earlier. Even so, during both parental examinations once the strange
fingers started handling his foreskin to look at the tooth marks the
inevitable happened which did little to help the sense of humiliation. And,
if that weren't enough all paternal incredulity and temper were strained
well beyond the limit when Robin refused point blank to offer any
explanation for the ring of tooth marks around his cock.

Just to add to his predicament, it now being several hours from when
Alfie's shoe first made contact, his balls had come out in bruises so they
were literally black and blue. That though was the least of his worries
since they had also swollen to at least three times their normal size!
Hence, other than walking in a very bandy legged fashion it was really very
painful to move, wearing any underpants was out of the question meaning he
could hardly go to school with a towel wrapped around him. And, just to add
to his woes his mother had said she was going to examine him again the next
morning, thoughts of which coupled with his usual morning erection complete
with tooth marks were too much to contemplate!

If all wasn't well in Robin's household, then things were not that much
better at the Wilkins household where Geoff had had a distinctly awkward
conversation with his father. The finer points regarding the pros and cons
of four semi-naked teenagers jointly masturbating and swopping underpants
had been lost on his mother when she had apprehended them. With that sort
of parental attitude Geoff was having great difficulty in coherently
explaining why they were doing it anyway and sadly, quite unlike either
Martin or Mark's father's who tended to view adolescent sexual antics as
merely part of growing up, his father was far more straight laced. So quite
unlike Geoff and his insatiable sexual appetite, his father was at a loss
to really understand why boys should ever want to jointly indulge in such
distasteful actions. Such an attitude went some way to partially explained
why he encouraged Geoff's interest in model railways!



With a certain inevitability the morning dawned, albeit with rain instead
of sunshine. By the time Mark and Alfie had appeared in the road, hoping to
get a lift to school with Andy they were just in time to see the car
disappearing around in the distance.

"It's all `cause you was late getting dressed, was you wanking in bed
again!" Alfie pointed an accusatory finger. "Now we gotta wait for the
bleeding bus in the rain."

"Fucking piss off, ain't my fault and I wasn't fucking wanking in bed!"

"Wot in the bathroom basin instead then!" Alfie dodged the swinging fist.

"Give it a fucking rest and fucking shut up!"

Amazingly for Mark, he couldn't lay claim to having such a pleasurable
excuse, he was actually late because he was unable to find sufficient clean
clothes to wear. All his good intentions of keeping up with his mothers
insistent demands for washing had fallen by the wayside, as indeed had the
washing which had fallen into a great aroma rich heap on the floor of his
bedroom. Even Alfie had noticed the matriarchal warning signs and tried to
tell Mark that his time on earth could well be limited, their mother's
short temper where Mark and his treatment of expensive school uniform were
concerned had become noticeably shorter.

It wasn't a very auspicious start to the day, having to wear the same very
grubby white shirt and smelly socks, yet the real problem was the lack of
clean underwear. Having worn Ollie's briefs home and over the course of the
evening managed to persuade his battered cock to infuse them with three
loads of spunk before sleeping in them, they were still moist and folded in
his bag to be returned as promised. That left the choice of wearing
something from the positively foul selection of crunchy, spunky and smelly
briefs which had been wisely hidden deep in the pile of laundry. Or, with
the prospect of wearing Martin's trousers for the day, maybe the answer was
too obvious. Why wear any underpants at all, since by doing that it would
also afford more room in the ultra-tight trousers.

Boys being boys and having refused to wear any form of topcoat in the rain,
by the time the green double-decker bus arrived both were distinctly damp
and only too pleased to get aboard. The steep staircase leading to the
upper deck could be for those with a certain penchant for underwear a very
rewarding place, especially if being last. Regardless of the fact he was
following his brother up the stairs, Alfie having been taught by Terry,
enjoyed the view upwards and was trying to see the line of Mark's briefs,
only this time there were none to be seen. Although what he did see was
that the seat of the trousers looked almost stretched to breaking point and
that the collective outline of some knobbly bits was very much in evidence.

Whilst Alfie might have delighted in the view of the taut material, for
Mark who had been wearing them for only some thirty minutes, they were
proving something of a mistake. Far too tight between his legs and already
making inroads between his buttocks with rear seam acting as a flexible
saw, neither life nor comfort portended to be well for the remainder of the
day.

"Wot's up then, is there something stuck up yer bum so you can't sit
still?" asked Alfie, tired of being pushed into the window due to Mark's
fidgeting on the seat.

"It's these bleeding trousers innit?" Mark pushed his hand between his legs
in an attempt to pull them back from the brink of castration. "They's too
bleeding small!"

"That why've pushed yer hand up yer bum?" it was too late to stop now,
Alfie had started giggling. "Hope yer gonna wash it before dinner time!"

"Fucking shut up!"

"And, you knows I can see yer willy in them don't you?"

"Now wot you fucking on about?" snapped Mark looking down. "You fucking
can't."

"Can. They's too tight. Just stand up and look at 'em... and there's a gert
wet spot by the end of yer willy where you had that piss before we left
home!"

"Fucking bollocks! Just fucking shut up!" reiterated Mark pulling his bag
onto his lap, talk of seeing the end of his cock had inevitably started a
chain reaction. "I gotta check I done me English homework right, so just
keep fucking quiet."

"When d'you do that then? You didn't do no work last night `cause you was
sat on the sofa with that gert hard on watching the telly!" countered
Alfie. "Didn't you see Soph staring at yer jeans and we both knows she's
gotta gert thing about willies!"

"You pair of dirty little fucker's fucking you been watching me like that!"

Mark delved into his bag and pulled out a very tired and dog eared exercise
book in an attempt to escape thoughts of a day in purgatory where others
would also now be staring at his cock through the tight trousers. Having a
mind of it's own, it was already registering over halfway on the adolescent
erection hardness scale.

"I saw you trying to hide it when you got up when the news started, `cause
I reckon that's when you went for a wank!" continued Alfie. "You was
smiling when you come back ten minutes later."

"You cheeky little cunt!" Mark's red face confirming Alfie's assertion. "I
didn't, I went to the bog for a shit!"

"Oh yeah and a wank in the basin!" added Alfie. "I ain't washing me face in
that!"

Now flustered, balancing his bag on his lap as desk he decided discretion
was the better part of valour and didn't reply. Hurriedly opening the book
as an act of subterfuge he watched in dismay as the inner pages immediately
fell gracefully to the floor, the staples long having parted company with
the outer cover.

"Oh fucking hell!"

Leaning forward aiming to rescue the pages of the book whilst they were at
least still vaguely attached together he only to succeed in allowing the
bag itself to slip from his lap onto the floor. Alfie was already giggling
uncontrollably and watching as Mark desperately tried to retrieve the
jumble of tattered excise books, broken rulers, blunt pencils, chewing gum
wrappers and a decidedly filthy handkerchief with some very suspicious
looking yellow blotches.

"Well don't just fucking sit there laughing, give us a fucking hand to pick
it all up!"

Mark nudged Alfie firmly in the ribs, then on hearing muffled laughter
glanced behind to see who was watching the pantomime unfold. Luckily other
than what looked like some third year boys behind them, who had on occasion
been trying to follow the highly animated conversation, there were no adult
passengers to hear the expletive laden exchanges, the majority of the boys
would be getting on the bus over the next couple of stops.

"That bleeding hurt!" replied Alfie, although taking the hint that Mark's
patience was wearing thin, he bent down to help collect some of contents to
the sounds of muffled laughter coming from the seats behind.

"Bloody hurry up, I still gotta do this sodding homework!" added Mark just
as though it would encourage Alfie to stop giggling and speed up, naturally
it didn't.

Suddenly like a mini-monster rising from the deep Alfie leapt up and sat
back up on the seat, with arms outstretched he waved a pair of Y-fronts in
the air for all to see.

"Who's is these? Was they in yer bag or just under the seat!" he exclaimed
before shrieking with laughter.

"You little.."

It was just as well the rest of Mark's colourful reply was drowned out by
the hoots of laughter coming from the boys sat further back. Plainly,
brotherly love was being strained to breaking point, Alfie rolled around on
the seat helpless with laughter.

"You little bastard I'll break yer fucking neck!"

Fully aware there was a cackling audience behind, Mark managed to restrain
himself from physically attending to Alfie. Instead he grabbed at the
briefs and pulled them away stretching, them to their limit of elasticity
in the process. Looking at the damp, pungent cotton there seemed little he
could do to avoid further any embarrassment, unless, unless he could move
the focus onto Alfie.

The solution was easy and accomplished in less than a second. In one swift
and very forceful movement he had pulled the briefs right over Alfie so the
waistband was around his shoulders and his head was sticking out through a
leg opening. To the accompaniment of much cheering and laughter from the
boys seated behind Mark sat back to view his handiwork whilst Alfie battled
to pull the cloying cotton from his face.

"They stinks of spunk!" cried Alfie pulling at them and stretching them
even further.

"Now we're fucking quits!" said Mark grinning.

"What's going on up here? What's all the noise about?"

The voice of the conductor grew louder as he ran up the stairs to see what
the commotion was about.

"What the hell!" he looked in disbelief at Alfie still struggling to escape
the aromatic confines of Ollie's underpants, fully enhanced by added
condensed essence of Mark.



Just as the bus journey had proved to be quite eventful for Mark and Alfie,
so had Andy's trip into work, he had left the house on the dot as he needed
to get some petrol on the way. There was often a queue at the local garage,
self-service was still a relatively new phenomenon and his local garage was
one where customers were still served by an attendant. With two cars ahead
it was obvious he wasn't going to be served in few seconds, so it having
stopped raining he got out of the car and aimlessly walked around watching
the slow, if not geriatric attendant dispensing petrol from the equally
geriatric petrol pumps which looked as though they hadn't been updated
since the thirties.

For a few moments it almost felt as though Andy could feel that somebody
was watching him, turning round he saw a middle aged man in a very smart
grey suit standing behind, by what Andy viewed as equally smart car, a
white Porsche 911. In truth it was more than just a very smart car, it was
to Andy a dream car. In fact he thought it very safe to say that everything
about the Porsche's driver was smart, not to say immaculate and that a loaf
of bread could easily be sliced by the creases in the trousers.

"They really ought to upgrade this place, it's a prime site and if properly
marketed they could make a fortune with new self-service pumps." said the
suit walking up to him, the nearer it came the more Andy sensed he could
almost feel the eyes burning though his clothes to try to see what was
beneath.

"Oh.. oh, I ain't never thought about it." replied Andy, who to be quite
honest wasn't at all sure that he liked the look of the man with X-ray
vision, albeit he was plainly not an escaped axe murderer. However, what
Andy did like was the look of was the car, being very much in the
exclusive, expensive and definitely executive bracket.

"I'm in marketing, I ought to know." proclaimed the suit moving closer
whilst still ostensibly watching the attendant in front, even if his eyes
did occasionally wander down to Andy's trousers, particularly the fly. "I
hope this waiting doesn't make you late for work."

"So do I." muttered Andy who had never been that keen on polite
conversation especially first thing in the morning, more so with a strange
man who seemed determined to visually undress him as they talked. He looked
longing at the car, but refused to give the man the satisfaction of going
over to look at it closely.

"Nice car, yer's is it?"

"Yes, well actually, it's the company's, but then it is my company!"

"Oh." replied Andy not at all sure what having a company meant, other than
sounding tremendously impressive and the suit presumably having bucket
loads lots of money. Although that said, much to his amusement Andy thought
he'd detected that there was a trace of a Bristol accent to the suit, so
maybe he wasn't so posh!

"Quite."

"Do it go well?" he nodded to the car. "I've heard they goes like shit off
a shovel!"

"Yes, you could say that. Very quick, well I really do an awful lot of
travelling." the suit smiled benignly at the touch of local colour in
Andy's question.

"Thought it were."

"If we had more time I'd expect you'd have liked a quick run in it wouldn't
you?" a hand disappeared into a trouser pocket which to Andy's utter
amazement seemed to blatantly re-align something within.

"Oh.. uumm... yeah... really, would you?" stuttered Andy, suddenly overcome
by that strange feeling again, the very same feeling as when he had met
Adam and then Robin.

A trip in a Porsche would have been to Andy the equivalent of a trip to the
moon in space ship. Whilst the car undeniably held a magnetic attraction,
the owner certainly didn't and just for once Andy's common sense took over,
he faltered and didn't pursue the offer any further.

What was it Adam that had said to him, that it takes one to know one?

"It's really well equipped, this one's even got semi-reclining seats." the
suit glanced lecherously at Andy and pointedly gave whatever it was in the
smart grey trousers a subtle rub.

"Reclining seats?" Andy gulped at the inference of lying back alongside the
smart grey suit in a Porsche.

"I think we both know what that means, don't we?" the suit winked and moved
to stand next to him, a whiff of aftershave filled the air. "I am right,
aren't I?"

"Uumm..." there was no need to continue, Andy was already bright red and
had bowed his head in shame in confirmation.

"I knew it, don't be shy." he smiled, having already mentally undressed
Andy to find some very tight briefs and what he hoped would be a drooling
length of cock.

"Uumm.. damn!" muttered Andy embarrassed by his admission.

"Now don't be a little tease, because if play your cards right, well you
might even get to have a drive!"

"Wot! Me drive that?" exclaimed Andy incredulously, thoughts of be
propositioned momentarily forgotten having been quickly overtaken by
thoughts of driving the car.

"Maybe, if that's what it takes," the suit smiled again and glanced down at
the slight bulge in Andy's shapeless trousers where the creases were pretty
well non-existent, "you need some nice tight trousers to show what you've
got!"

Not having really believed it at the time, but what Peter had foretold was
coming true, Andy appeared to be so attractive he was actually being
propositioned by an older man. There was no question that the homosexual
antenna had certainly worked for both of them, although at the same time
that aspect came as quite a shock to Andy, he really felt quite shaken,
conversely he was strangely flattered by the attention.

"I'd.. I'd... I'd... better move.." he stammered on seeing the car in front
finally move up to the petrol pumps.

"Here, ring me anytime, my home numbers there." the suit thrust a business
card in Andy's hand as he got into the car. "You can be in charge, we can
do as little or much of whatever you want, just think about it."

"Oh..."

Almost dazed, if not certainly very shocked at the incredibly forthright
approach for his sexual favours Andy took the card and looked at it
blankly. Behind he saw the suit getting into the Porsche, which made him
think that possibly the man wasn't so objectionable as he had first thought
or was his judgement coloured by the Porsche.

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Chap 53 to follow