Date: Wed, 26 Oct 2016 11:54:20 +0100
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: LabTechician - Chapter 53

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 53 – Bribery, but no need for corruption


The mid-morning break at the City Grammar found Martin and Adam deep in
conversation tucked away in the furthest corner of the dining room, the
rain having returned and distinctly curtailed any outdoor activities for
the pupils.

"Did d'you do it then?"

"Yeah, I got there about ten minutes before he closed at six o'clock."

"Well, wot d'you think then, is he?"

"Yeah, course he is, he's bent as a nine-bob note!" said Adam. "Like I've
said before, takes one to know one don't it?"

"Yeah and you'd know I `spose." Martin grinned.

"Yeah, well I gave him the whole fucking lot, I got meself hard before I
goes in and I plays with me cock through me pocket while I'm there buying
the evening paper."

"Clever!"

"He couldn't take his eyes me. In fact I fucking nearly cum in me jeans, it
was so sorta exciting teasing him like that!" said Adam. "See this queer
things a bit odd, `cause like when you meets somebody else who's queer or
sorta wanting to do something, well you just knows that's wot they wants."

"So all that stuff I told you about with him," Martin paused to gather his
thoughts, "so it only really meant he was just a sorta putting on a gert
act to get me to have a wank with him?"

"Sounds like it, so when's you there again?"

"It's this Saturday morning innit, well that's wot we just arranged." said
Martin. "Thing is, he seems quite a nice bloke, he wasn't pushing me or
nothing to do it. He was clever and just sorta dropping hints, I `spose I
musta wanted to do something or I 'spose I'd have buggered off got out of
it."

"No, I don't think he'd hurt you or nothing, I think he just likes boys to
wank with, don't he?" Adam scratched at a latent adolescent spot on his
face. "Fucking spots!"

"I `spose, so d'you reckon it'll be safe for me to go back? I mean he's
gonna know I wanna wank or do something with him as soon as I goes in won't
he?"

"Oh yeah, but that wot you both wants innit really? He won't hurt you, I
`spect this time he'll have you really wanking him off, you could even let
him finger you," Adam laughed, "but don't let him screw you though, `cause
it's only yer second date innit!"

"Oh bollocks!" Martin flushed. "Now listen, so will you come in then?"

"Yeah! Bloody right, about midday you reckon when the shops gone quiet."
Adam nodded. "So I gotta say that you says would be alright to help you if
he don't mind, `cause you gonna pay me outta the money he gives you. That's
the story innit?"

"Yeah. Think he'll be alright?"

"After the way he was watching me yesterday I'm bloody sure he'll be
alright!"

"Hey, talking of watching look at him over there, that kid with the blue
duffle bag with the dark hair, see the one by the pillar, looks like he's
fucking wanking now!"

"Uumm.. oh yeah," Adam scanned the room, "wot's he, a third year? I've
watched him before and last time he did it till he nearly cum, then he
stopped. I'd think he wanks even more than you does!"

"Is that possible?" said Martin putting his hand in his pocket to check all
was intact.

"Nah, probably not, but he's always got his hands in his pockets, just like
you!"

"Hey! I'll tell who else has got his hands in his pockets and that's that
little sod who went off with my fucking pictures!" Adam suddenly pointed to
the far side of the hall. "See you can't miss that fucking gert new blazer
of his, d'you see, he's with his little fucking mates over by the windows."

"Oh yeah." Martin looked across the hall and turned to Adam grinning. "Well
lets go get the little shit!"

"Wot we gonna do with him then?"

"Fuck knows! We'll have take him to bog I `spose, ain't nowhere else now
it's all fucking pissing with rain innit?"

"Right, we'll go each side of him from behind and drag him off
then. Right?"

It was so quick Julian didn't know what was happening to him, lifted bodily
off his feet and transported out of the hall to the astonishment of his
friends. Once outside, even before his feet had touched the ground he found
himself being propelled down the corridor to the nearest toilet.

Standing him in the middle of the room Martin held onto his arm whilst Adam
began checking to ensure the toilet was empty in the traditional manner of
banging on the cubicle doors as he did so. Almost immediately what looked
like two first year boys shot out of the end cubicle and disappeared out
the main door at something approaching the speed of light, followed by a
shout from Adam about their eyesight which could hopefully have them
worried for the rest of the day.

"Oi! You dirty little wankers, you'll go fucking blind! We knows wot you
been doing in there and we knows who you is, you just wait till yer teacher
finds out!"

Martin started to laugh, Julian didn't. Instead he looked very anxious and
most decidedly unhappy, especially when Adam walked over to him doing his
best to look menacing, which was rather difficult when Martin could barely
keep a straight face.

"Right you little fucking tosspot, now where's them fucking photos you
nicked?"

"I... I... I..." spluttered Julian. "I.. I.."

"Oh for fucks sake, if you don't fucking answer fucking proper we're
gonna.. gonna," Adam had to think quickly, having no idea what to threaten
him with at all, "we're gonna fucking rip them fucking sleeves off yer
mummies new fucking blazer!"

"No! No, not me blazer!" shrieked Julian, obviously still paranoid about
preserving his infamous new blazer.

"Oh fucking yes, yes we fucking are, we'll rip the fucking arms one by one!
So fucking answer the question like a good little fucking boy!" Adam was
unable to look at Martin who standing behind fairly doubled up with
suppressed laughter. "So tell us, where's them fucking photos then?"

"Mr Thorne's got 'em!" stuttered Julian after a pause.

"Wot! How the fuck did he get `em?" cried Adam in surprise.

"Wot! Who? How?" asked Martin coming back to life. "Bleeding hell!"

Julian's jumbled explanation was convoluted to say the least since it was
peppered with numerous nervous pauses.

"So you lot was looking at 'em over fucking dinner and now Thorny's got
`em?" said Martin, it wasn't what he wanted to hear since his own cock
featured in one picture.

"Had you been wanking over 'em then, you dirty little sod?" asked Adam,
knowing it would be just the very thing he would have been doing himself.

"Uumm.." Julian gulped and went bright red, the same colour as his cock had
been after having the pictures for a whole night of unadulterated
self-abuse.

"You fucking little wanker, wot a bleeding mess, so we'll never get 'em
back!" said Martin still shocked at the thought that Mr Thorne was going to
see his cock.

"Never mind him being a little wanker, I wanna know if old Thorny's said
anything since he took `em, well has he?" demanded Adam. "Anything at all?"

"Nah..." Julian shook his head rather violently. "He just went off with 'em
after."

"D'you know who's in them pictures then?" asked Adam anxiously.

For some totally inexplicable reason Adam had started to become
erect. Although that was possibly connected with his homosexuality,
thoughts of randy young boys such as Julian, constant masturbation and
pornographic pictures.

"Is there anything else you fucking know then?" demanded Martin.

"Well.. uumm... I, I thinks.." Julian looked very apprehensively around, he
wondered whether he dare suggest what he had correctly assumed.

"You thinks wot?"

"I thinks.. that in them pictures them two smaller willies is yer two, but
I dunno who's is the gert big `un!"

"Smaller willies!" exclaimed Martin, shocked and clearly chastened that his
boyhood had been classed as small by an eleven year old who probably
couldn't even manage three inches at full stretch.

"So, so if we've got small ones, how big's yer's then?"

It was just the excuse that Adam had been waiting for, he winked at Martin.

"No, no... no... you can't!" cried Julian immediately guessing what was
going to happen and grabbing hold of his shorts to prevent them being
removed.

"Oh fucking yes, yes! We can and we fucking will!"

By now Adam had an evil grin on his face, not least because he had noticed
that Martin's trousers looked as though they were also expanding, the
situation having obviously aroused him as well. Besides there was
undoubtedly something very erotic about the prospect of a little coercive
undressing of a younger boy in grey shorts.

"You see, `cause you've seen ours," said Martin, "now we're gonna see
yours!"

Two sets of hands set about removing Julian's trousers, which with his
flaying limbs proved harder than it looked, particularly since both Adam
and Martin found the whole thing highly entertaining and couldn't really
concentrate for laughing.

"It ain't very big!" announced Martin, having managed to get a hand up
Julian's shorts. "But, he's fucking hard, wot a dirty minded little
wanker!"

"Wot, he's hard already, but we ain't started yet! Wonder if he can cum
then?" said Adam knowing such information along with a detailed inspection
could fuel a pretty decent bedtime fantasy. "Well you randy little sod, can
you cum yet?"

"Nearly!" squeaked Julian, who had all but given up the unequal struggle
and was resigned to his fate, which now hopefully included being molested
by the older boys.

"Nearly?" repeated Adam. "Wot's that mean? Can you bloody cum or not"

"Wot's cum mean?" mumbled Julian after a pause. Were his tingly feelings
the same as cumming? How did they get the slimy stuff shown in the photo's,
was that cum?

"He's too young." Martin relaxed his grip on the grey shorts, somehow it
didn't seem quite right to force him.

It had taken Julian considerable courage to pose that particular question,
since any further embarrassment would seem impossible once his minimal
appendage was on display. So he reasoned that under the circumstances he
might as well at least obtain the knowledge even if he couldn't generate
the mystery substance called cum of which he had heard, but knew so very
little about.

"Nah he can't, yer right, he can't cum!" said Adam watching Julian look
even more embarrassed as they talked about him. "We could help him though,
couldn't us?"

"We wot?" Martin started to smile at the suggestion. "Wot's mean, help
him?"

"We'll show him how to wank! Wish I'd had somebody to help me first time."

Adam, had instantly grasped that if Julian was a willing subject then he
couldn't complain and later accuse them of molesting him. Besides, it
offered the best of both worlds as both he and Martin could indulge their
fantasies whilst instructing. And, from Adam's experience at boarding
school, Julian wouldn't be the first younger boy that he had coached in the
finer aspects of masturbation.

"Wot's mean, show me how to wank?" stuttered Julian, realising Adam could
be serious and hold the key to what he had been trying to achieve since
junior school during which time he had on occasion unsuccessfully flayed
his cock raw.

"Yer, but wot's the time?" Martin scrabbled to look at his watch. "Oh shit,
there's less than five minutes left, we can't bloody start this now."

"No." agreed Adam reluctantly looking at Julian who by now had a hand in
his shorts pocket. "Just leave it alone, `cause you'll go blind!"

"I'll go blind!" he squeaked. "Wot! It's true then!"

"Nah, he can't leave it alone!" confirmed Martin grinning. "Well go on and
bugger off then, there ain't no time to do nothing so you might as well so
piss off out of it!"

"Wot's yer fucking name anyway?" asked Adam watching Julian's moving
shorts.

"Julian." said Julian.

"Fucking Julian! Well he bloody looks like one!" said Martin, it only just
dawning on him that his cock in the photos had been the subject of Julian's
gratification.

"And, don't you dare say a bloody thing about this or we will fucking duff
you right up!" said Adam. "You little wanker!"

"Nah, I ain't a wanker... but I wanna be a wanker!" exclaimed Julian to
their surprise, adding to even more surprise. "So will you show me later
then?"

"Bloody hell wot a dirty little sod, he won't let it go will he?" Adam
winked at Martin, sounding rather reluctant he added. "Then I `spose you'd
better meet us here dinner time and we'll find somewhere, you really wanna
do it don't you?"

"Yeah!" blushing a deep red Julian nodded so rapidly his head appeared in
danger of falling off. "Will, will.. you do it with me then?"

"Dunno, maybe." Adam grinned, the demand for his services was becoming so
great it was almost like being back in boarding school.





"So what's happened to you then, now you're all smiles, yesterday the world
was going to end!" said Peter who couldn't but help noticing the change in
Andy.

"Ah, well it took some doing, but after I told that Robin kid yesterday
that I didn't want nothing to do with him, well I've," replied Andy, being
more than a little economical with the truth, "I've had a chance to sort me
mind out and I knows I can't involved with him `cause of the age thing and
that."

"Bloody hell, good." Peter smiled. "But d'you really think you'll be able
to stick to it?"

"I want to." Andy looked at him. "Honest Pete, `cause I got too ain't I or
he'll be back pestering me again won't he?"

"Probably. And, then what about.. uumm.." he turned back to continue
measuring out the chemicals on the bench, "but, what about those other boys
you mentioned.. uumm.. who was it.. yes, your new neighbours, what's his
name.. Mark and didn't he have a younger brother as well?"

"Oh shit! I dunno." Andy's face fell. "Sorry... maybe I ain't so good after
all."

"Don't be silly, look if you can keep that Robin kid at bay and you promise
me you won't do anything with that younger brother, then all we've got to
do is to get you to go up in ages a bit." said Peter. "Trouble is, it's not
going to be as easy as that though is it?"

"No, wot with Adam." Andy shook his head as he walked over to light the
Bunsen to boil the water for the coffee since the lesson bell was almost
due to signal the morning break. "I'll get the coffee going."

"Adam, well he's another problem isn't he?" said Peter. "Still at least
he's fifteen and from what you've said it sounds like he's no innocent and
had propositioned you."

Andy nodded. "I `spose so. But, I still don't know wot to do though Pete."

"Can I come in?" Tim looked around the door.

"As ever you've timed it right for coffee." said Peter looking round.

"Clever isn't it." Tim smiled and sat down on stool. "God that second year
class has worn me out, they're blood hard work what with always moving
about, it's like room full of monkeys!"

"But isn't that what being twelve is all about," Peter grinned, "having
unlimited energy bordering on perpetual motion and no comprehension of any
responsibility."

"Yes, exactly. They just seem to zoom about all day at high speed, it's
knackering!"

Andy wondered if Alfie was there amongst the monkeys, but refrained from
asking and instead decided to try to change subject from his fascination
with younger boys.

"Hey, guess wot happened to me this morning."

"Was it before or after you got up!" Peter laughed.

"No wasn't that! Oh shut up!" Andy flushed. "I was tapped up by some bloke
in the garage while I was waiting for petrol on the way in this morning."

"You what!" hearing that Peter gave up on finishing his task measuring
chemicals and turned round as its sounded far more interesting. "What, who?
Now don't stop making coffee, carry on and just tell us what happened."

"Well, I got out me car and was standing about `cause there was two cars in
front," continued Andy whilst sorting out the mugs, "then see, this bloke
behind in a gert flash white Porsche walks over and he... uumm.."

"And? Don't bloody stop." said Tim leaning forward in anticipation. "He did
what?"

"Look, I'm making the coffee now so just hold on or I'll get it all wrong."
replied Andy grinning and very much enjoying being the focus of attention,
for once in a light hearted way, "Well I dunno how, but it was all very
strange `cause somehow he just knows I'm queer and I `spose I just sorta
knew he was as well."

"Well that's one thing we've all learnt," said Tim, "that when you meet
somebody you can tell instantly if they're a bit that way, don't you agree
Pete?

 "Without a doubt, you can just feel it. Anyway, so go on Andy, so what
then?"

"It was strange see, `cause the way he was talking to me was just like he
really knew I was queer and then wot it really came down to was that he'd
let me have a drive in the Porsche if I'm meet up with him."

"Holy shit, he didn't waste any time!" Tim smiled. "Well lucky you!"

"He was all smart with a suit and that, said he was something to so with
advertising or something."

"How old was he then?"

"I dunno, I ain't no good at things like that," he looked at Peter, "maybe
sorta ten years older than you, I ain't really sure."

"Looks like you've found yourself a sugar daddy then!" Peter
smiled. "Sounds like he's taken a fancy to you or you must have really
tickled his fancy!"

"Oh! Wot, d'you mean? D'you think I oughta do it then?"

Certainly not that experienced in the ways of the homosexual world Andy was
unsure if Peter was joking or not, nevertheless he blushed at the thought
of being thought so attractive and he could really be tickling an older
mans fancy.

"God no! Pete's joking." said Tim. "Just forget it, forget this bloke
altogether."

"What model Porsche was it then?" said Peter. "I've always fancied a 911."

"That's wot it was, a white one, it looked sorta newish as well." replied
Andy very enthusiastically. "Bloody hell wot a thing to have a go in, it's
a gert six cylinder engine innit?"

"Yeah, they are." agreed Peter.

"You'd be a very lucky boy indeed to have a go in it, but he'd be a very
lucky bloke because I'm sure he'd want to have go in you!" said Tim
smiling. "Andy, don't you dare go and see him."

"No, course not." he sounded rather far away, dreaming of driving the
Porsche.

"So how was it left then?"

"He gave me his business card and told me to ring him at home anytime."
said Andy feeling through his pockets. "Damn, I musta left the card in me
car."

"Bloody hell, talk about bribery and corruption, he wasn't joking then was
he?" Tim raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah, he seemed dead serious about it. But, no course I won't meet him."
replied Andy even as further fleeting thoughts of just sitting behind the
wheel of a Porsche flashed temptingly through his mind.




Being conscripted into the WIMP club the previous afternoon had been for
Ollie a totally life changing experience, particularly in changing his sex
life! In the space of a few mucilaginous hours he had awoken the following
morning to discover he had progressed from being an occasional masturbator
to a compulsive masturbator with the evidence all over his bed and striped
pyjamas.

The catalyst being the events the previous afternoon in Geoff's bedroom,
when the inaugural meeting of the WIMP club had been rudely interrupted by
his very irate mother. She having severely publicly admonished Geoff had
proceeded without ceremony to virtually throw Steve, Ollie and Mark out of
the house even as they struggled to dress. However, the act of trying to
get dressed under such bizarre circumstances had only excited the boys even
more since they continued with the plan to wear each others underpants
home. Looking very un-Ollie-like, he had gone home wearing Mark's briefs
still wet with semen, an act which would prove to be the key to unlocking
the door into the dubious pleasures of solo sexual depravity.

Thus from a very gentle and painstakingly sanitary act, Ollie's
masturbation routine had been transformed into a sexual frenzy where spunk
stains were now de rigueur.  Unaccustomed to being abused it came as
something of a shock to his genitalia to be cajoled into ejaculating some
six times between arriving home after the WIMP club meeting and leaving for
school the following morning. And, so enamoured was he with the prospect of
wearing Mark's briefs that he had not taken them off at all, instead
purposely ejaculating into them. The downside of having such an gratifying
time was that his cock had become quite sore and as so often happened after
such prolonged abuse, was refusing to go soft.

It was only on leaving the house that following morning and walking to the
bus stop that the true nature of his self-inflicted injuries became
apparent, when after some fifty yards down the road he was forced to limp,
the frictional aspect between raw cock and underwear very apparent. After
making several stops to unsuccessfully re-adjust matters, he also faced for
the first time what most other boys had to battle with on a daily basis,
how to disguise his erection from general view.

Having now understood why so many boys walked around carrying their school
bag in front, he decided to join them although the weight of the bag
resting on his painful protuberance only seemed to make matters
worse. Luckily he was the only one at the bus and relieved when it finally
appeared in view, being relatively empty he had the choice of seats on the
upper deck knowing that at the next stop Steve would be joining him.

"Well, did you wank in 'em again?"

Having rushed up the stairs Steve asked the question before he had even sat
down. From his agitated state he appeared to Ollie to be obviously equally
excited and judging by the bulge in his trousers was fully aroused into the
bargain.

"Six times!" announced Ollie very proudly. "And, it's still up... and I
still got Mark's pants on!"

"Bleeding hell! No wonder yer hiding it under yer bloody bag !" Steve was
genuinely shocked. "I can't believe you've wanked six times since yesterday
afternoon, `cause you ain't never ever said that you'd even wanked before
this."

"I fucking have now." replied Ollie excitedly. "How many times you done it
then?"

"Uumm.." Steve thought three didn't sound enough. "Four.. and I still got
them horrible Aertex things on."

"You hard now?" Ollie suddenly decided to whisper even though nobody else
was on the upper deck, it seemed all the more exciting.

"Wot d'you fucking think! Course I fucking am!" Steve giggled and rubbed
the bulge.

"Shall us have wank now then, `cause there ain't nobody else up yer yet is
there?" Ollie looked around. "I thinks Geoff said he wanks on the bus a
lot."

"Do he? Oh fuck, I dunno, I ain't never wanked on a fucking bus
before. D'you think it's safe then? Can't believe I've ever seen you like
this before, so wot's happened!" Steve was genuinely wondering what on
earth had come over Ollie, who previously having been the most reserved boy
he'd met and was now suggesting something quite risky.

"Dunno, I `spose it was that Geoff wunnit, he made me think wot I'd been
missing like. Look, if we does it in our pants now it'll be alright, won't
it?" safe or not, Ollie was quite determined to do it anyway, besides which
he had already unzipped his fly beneath his bag. "Yer feel this, `cause I'm
gonna do it anyway!"

"Wot, wot.. you doing... oh fuck Ollie wot's happened to you!" Steve's
voice tailed off, the sexually liberated Ollie had taken his hand and
pushed it though the open fly to feel his hot cock encased in the sticky
mess that purported to be Mark's briefs.

"Cor, wot a fucking gert sticky mess... oohhhh... fuck.. y'know..." Steve,
his voice a little husky tailed off.

"Know wot?" asked Ollie.

"Well, I was thinking of you when I was doing last night, I've been wanting
to feel yer cock for fucking ages." stuttered Steve embarrassed at his
truthful admission.

"Wot! You really did, wot think of me.. wot when you was wanking?" Ollie
blushed. Why hadn't he ever responded to Steve's advances before? "Well
wank with me now then, we'll do each other shall us?"

"More fun than doing our own, I ain't never done nobody else's! Let alone
on the fucking bus going to school!" replied Steve reaching under his own
bag and feeling for the zip. "But just fucking hurry up before I cums
without you!"


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Chapter 54 to follow