Date: Thu, 29 Dec 2016 09:01:39 +0000
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Chapter 56 The LabTechnician

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 56 - Primed for action


Despite, or even perhaps of using the school toilet as a venue with the
inherent risk of being caught in the act, the second meeting of the WIMP
club was deemed to have been a success. Mark, Ollie and Steve had all
managed to infuse their underpants with sperm before swopping them around
and then with suitably over excited, multitudinous hands-on encouragement
the rather sexually exhausted Geoff was persuaded to once again ejaculate.

And, the success of the meeting did not end there, since there was also the
vexed question of how to repair the rear seam Mark's trousers. The outcome
after the application of their combined brain power was that the two sides
of the seam which had parted company could easily be pinned together
inside, that would at least prevent the contents of the trousers being too
visible. After much further combined deliberation, which involved Mark
standing around and being groped whilst wearing what remained of Geoff's
drooping Aertex briefs, now wet with Steve's spunk, the trousers were
eventually pinned together. However, when they were given a fitting it was
apparent that the sagging mesh would soon find it's way out of the seam and
provide Mark a white bobtail! The answer, which it has to be said really
appealed to Mark was simply to wear nothing under the trousers and try to
be careful where he disported his bottom since using one safety pin the
seam wasn't entirely closed.

Thus with Mark's trousers theoretically mended the meeting ended, but not
without a further intervention and suggestion from Ollie, who considering
himself now to be fully sexually liberated had acquired an insatiable
desire for masturbation which was almost on par with that of Geoff's. It
was therefore no great surprise when he enthusiastically proposed that as
members of the WIMP club they should again perform later in the day, in
fact during the last lesson of the afternoon, a history class taken by Mr
Horrocks. It was generally agreed that since Geoff's cock had been the most
overworked that day, he should decide when to start the session in the hope
that he might ejaculate again.

Being almost two hours since the meeting in the toilet, Ollie and Steve had
all but recharged their genitalia and were again erect, primed and ready
for action. Sitting behind Geoff and Mark in class wearing the briefs that
were still wet from each others spunk and occasionally feeling each other
under the desks they waited for Geoff to signal it was time to start
masturbating.

If the truth was to be told, Geoff was actually feeling rather the worse
for wear and had lost count of the number of times he had already
ejaculated that day since breakfast. The figure of five kept going through
his mind and just to add to his predicament he had reached the stage where
his erection would not go down and felt not only very sore, but it really
ached. However, such were the powers of youth that he was still driven by
thoughts of the flesh and Mark's flesh in particular, the fact Mark was
wearing no underpants and had a hole in the rear of his trousers had of
course, no bearing on the matter at all!

"I don't think I should cum." whispered Mark to Geoff as Mr Horrocks turned
to the blackboard wielding a piece of chalk and the mention of Napoleon
eighteen-twelve.

"Wot, why's that?" replied Geoff, a hand in his bottomless pocket directing
the head of his cock to luxuriate in the patch of spunk as donated earlier
by Ollie when he was the last to wear Mark's blue briefs.

"Well, I ain't got no pants on, have I?" replied Mark looking down at his
bulging trousers beneath the desk. "I daren't cum any more in these
trousers `cause they ain't mine and it's all I got till I gets me own back
from being washed."

"But you got me pants in yer bag though ain't you, you could push 'em down
the front and squirt in 'em for me, couldn't you?" implored Geoff, excited
at the thought of having his own briefs thoroughly inseminated by so many
different boys.

"I `spose so." Mark didn't sound all that enthusiastic. Afraid that even
more stains would appear on his borrowed trousers and also that like Geoff,
his cock was actually feeling rather the worse for wear, something
particularly noticeable now that he was not wearing any underpants.

"Tell you wot, look I needs a bit of encouragement if I'm gonna cum again,"
said Geoff nudging Mark, "so if I pokes yer bum again, that'll get us both
going won't it?"

"Mmhhh... could do." with that Mark immediately appeared to perk up, as did
his cock at the thought of it. "But, be bloody careful with me safety pin
won't you?"

"Course I will," said Geoff, "now just lift yer bottom off the chair and
I'll slip me hand underneath and then me fingers can slip in there a
fucking treat."

Just as had happened when Geoff committed his first digital examination,
all good intentions regarding cleanliness and hygiene were promptly
abandoned. First by Mark, who wished to remain blissfully unaware of the
suspect state of his anal tract and then by Geoff, who couldn't care less
what his probing fingers encountered after the act as despite all his good
intentions they would invariably remain unwashed.

Just before Mark lifted himself off the chair to afford Geoff the
opportunity to insert his finger, he swivelled round to quickly whisper to
Steve and Ollie sat expectantly behind that the action was about to
commence. In fact it commenced immediately!

"Oooohhh fuck, go easy!" hissed Mark jumping off his chair as all of two
seconds later he felt something poking very vigorously at his sphincter,
which had quite naturally decided to resist further invasion and repel all
boarders.

"It won't bloody let me in!" Geoff was almost reduced to giggling a ten
year old.

"Needs to be loosened up I `spect, fucking rub it a bit." replied Mark
quite concerned that Geoff should not use undue force, but also using it as
an excuse to have an anal massage. "I `spose it's too dry innit, needs
something to make it slippery, don't it?"

"Yeah, I think yer right."

Geoff ceased operations to see Mr Horrocks start to scrawl some
incomprehensible maps of Napoleon's Russian campaign on the blackboard to a
sea of glazed faces.

"Looks like Mr Bollocks is fucking off again then!" observed Mark.

"Yeah, he always gets fucking lost don't he!" Geoff returned to his
task. "Now lift yer bottom up a minute, I'll get me hand out."

"Wot's they doing? Why's he keep jumping up in the air like that?"
whispered Ollie unable to take his eyes off Mark's gyrations, just as he
was also unable to release his grip on his hot and clammy cock.

"Fuck I dunno, maybe he's got his hand up his bum!" said Steve rather
astutely, having previously wondered if Mark and Geoff were a somewhat
mutually tactile pair in the anal department. Since it was a subject that
had until now not been broached he added bravely. "D'you ever put yer a
finger up yer bum, `cause I does."

"Nah." Ollie blushed, it wasn't that he didn't do it, more that he was
ashamed of his own sexual naivety, finally curiosity got the better of
him. "D'you do it a lot then?"

"Uumm... y'know... sometimes when I has a wank!" mumbled Steve.

"Oh! Oh.. you do?" Ollie gulped, realising he must be missing out on
something else and if so was desperate to ask the proverbial
question. "But.. but, ain't it dirty?"

"Uumm.. well.." Steve blushed even deeper and looked at the desk,
"well.. uumm.. you wouldn't wanna do after you just had shit would you?"

"Oh... no!" Ollie gulped again, he was certainly on a steep learning curve
that week.

"Yeah, yeah.. anyway's why don't we do something at the weekend if you
comes round?" Steve was now determined to proposition Ollie, even if he was
extremely embarrassed by his own confession, he stuttered on. "Look.. I
mean...we don't have to do each others bum... I means we wouldn't have to
do bums at all.. I means like, so.. umm.. if nothing else we could just
swop pants and have a wank couldn't us?"

Ollie nodded excitedly, knowing already something was oozing from his cock
and that on going home he was going to risk the unsanitary act of fingering
himself.

Meanwhile in the row in front Geoff was also forging ahead. Having now
withdrawn his hand, he had to Mark's utter amazement proceeded to adjust
his glasses, then thoroughly lick the offending and somewhat grubby
exploratory finger, finally he dribbled saliva over it.

"Ready, lift yer bottom up again." said Geoff pushing his hand underneath
Mark before he was even airborne.

"But.. but.. that's been up me..." stammered Mark only too halt in mid
sentence at the shock of feeling Geoff's wet finger pressing very firmly on
his reluctant sphincter, after a few moments later resistance relented to
allow the invader to push inside.

"It's alright, didn't taste of nothing... this time!" said Geoff. "Now shut
up and slide down on yer seat a bit, that'll make it easier for me."

Mark just did as he was told, the feeling of Geoff wiggling his finger
around in his bottom was too exquisite to stop, especially since it had
made his erection so hard it really did seem as though it might burst from
his trousers. And, he wasn't the only one to be so aroused since Geoff had
convinced himself that his aching cock could manage just one more climax
before being allowed to rest until bedtime. There was though a problem and
it was biding it's time before manifestation. With Mark sliding around on
the seat and Geoff pushing his fingers through the split seam, the safety
pin had already become unduly bent and was verging on catastrophic failure.

Sat a little further back on the other side of the aisle and avidly
following every move that happened inside both Ollie and Steve's trousers,
was somebody else who's hand was also very actively engaged in his trouser
pocket. James by name which had been abbreviated to Jim by his classmates
and then following a television character it had become changed to Jimbo.

Sadly though, due to the fact that Jimbo was distinctly overweight and
appeared to grow larger every day, it was inevitable that he would end up
as Jumbo, to which he now happily answered. A true Jumbo he certainly was
and could, according to rumour easily consume the schools entire first
dinner sitting in one hit. Despite his size he was well liked and took the
jokes in good humour, although generally was very careful to keep himself
to himself and studiously avoided sexual banter.

What his classmates never guessed was that he had a secret, a secret that
would put most of them to shame in that he had the libido and sexual
capacity to rival a rutting donkey! Alas, if only he were endowed as were a
donkey, instead he was blessed with a scant four inches and circumcised at
that. In fact, when erect he could only just see the tip of his cock since
his ample stomach obscured the view entirely. The endowment aspect aside he
the epitome of an absolutely chronic, chronic masturbator and whenever
circumstances permitted would indulge, be it at school, on the bus,
watching television or even walking to the shops.

Such was his addiction that at weekends he would endeavour to climax every
hour on the hour and miraculously be still managing to ejaculate at the end
of a long, hard day. A combination of oversize stomach and a cock that was
not even average for his age meant that when he was erect there were no
visible bulges, something which would make many self-conscious boys be
extremely jealous. And, as if to complete his non-stop gratification he had
developed the art of masturbation to the point where he could bring himself
to a silent climax with just one finger through a small hole in his trouser
pocket working on his frenulum.

It was though, not just the unabashed thrill of committing his secretive
solo sexual exploits at any time or place which was to make him such a
prime candidate for the WIMP club. It was the sheer enjoyment he derived of
repeatedly ejaculating into his matching St Michael vest and briefs and
revelling in the slimy sensations thereafter.

Steve was the first to ejaculate and he did his best to keep movement to a
minimum as he shot into Ollie's briefs, the only giveaway or so he thought
was the increase in his breathing. Jumbo though, already had Steve under
observation and being a true authority when it came to detecting classroom
masturbation knew all the signs of pocket play and heavy
breathing. Increasing his own ministrations he had hoped to be able to time
his climax with that of Steve's, but for once was beaten to it, that though
that still left the chance of coinciding with Ollie's orgasm. Who, spurred
on by Steve's climax was fast becoming carried away with his actions,
unaware it was becoming obvious to anybody who knew what to look for under
the desk.

However, what Jumbo hadn't appreciated with his limited view of the
proceedings was that Mark and Geoff, sat further forward were actually the
main perpetrators and had become extremely animated due to the effect of
Geoff's feculent index finger. The effect of that same finger had already
made Mark forget all about using the Aertex briefs secreted in his bag to
absorb any discharge. His cock having been painfully erect for some time
was now drooling precum and had almost reached the point of
ejaculation. All brought about by Geoff's firm prostate massage, something
of which he was duly proud and not to say, extremely aroused by his own
success.

"Mmmmhhhhhh..." moaned Geoff as quietly as possible under the
circumstances.

If visible, the hand in his bottomless pocket would have been a blur
allowing the blobs of spunk that spurted from his cock to mingle with
Ollie's previous seminal deposits to provide a welcome lubricant to Geoff's
beleaguered organ. As his left hand attended to the final ejaculation of
the day, the excitement caused his right to lose all control of the
marauding finger inserted in Mark's bottom. Reacting violently and in
unseemly haste it ploughed itself into Mark as far as it could possibly go,
giving the overworked prostate a heavy glancing blow which effectively
squashed it.

"Arrgghh..." unfortunately not so quietly as Geoff's utterance.

Shocked at the pain of the digital onslaught and unaware that being in
possession of a flattened prostate could simultaneously start ejaculation,
Mark leapt off the chair convinced that Geoff's finger had travelled so far
up it might come out of his mouth! Unfortunately Mark's suffering didn't
end there as the vertical take-off was almost immediately curtailed when
his bulging fly met the wooden frame that formed the underside of the desk
in a very painful collision. The force of the impact equated to his
erection being hit with a piece of wood and effectively chopping it half,
although doing little to halt the stream of semen now flooding inside of
his trousers.

"Arrgghh... it's broken in half!"

This time, on repeating his strangulated cry of distress it attracted the
attention of some members of the class looked on in amused astonishment as
he fell back to earth, actually he fell back to chair with a resounding
crash. No sooner had he landed than he instantly shot into the air once
more wildly clutching at his deranged cock through the semen soaked
trousers, such a magnificent if truly painful encore aroused cheers from
some in the class as he again collided with the underside of the
desk. Convinced his maltreated organ was now so badly injured as to be
beyond repair and would never again respond to the pleasures of dedicated
self-abuse he resorted uttering his now familiar blood curdling scream.

"Arrgghh... it's the safety pin!"

It was the last lesson of the day and felt like it, the class becoming
fractious.

"You lot, quiet." distracted from the victory of Napoleon, Mr Horrocks
looked over with bemused interest. "Now Mr Baker, are you actually in some
form of distress or are you supplying sound effects to go with discussion
on the battle of Borodino?"

In the general hubbub Ollie had managed to successfully ejaculate and
excitedly whispered as much to Steve who in turn leant over and rubbed the
front of Ollie's trousers to ensure the semen was fully distributed for
when the underpants were returned. Sat a little further back was Jumbo who
had also ejaculated, his cock was happily nestling within the wet folds of
his briefs, which having received five loads so far that day now promised
to give him that delicious slimy feeling once he started walking about.

"What was it you said Baker, I didn't quite catch it. Something about a
king?" called out Mr Horrocks over the laughter and sniggering from those
who had shrewdly guessed what Mark had been up to.

"Just fucking shut up and I'll find the fucking safety pin!" hissed Geoff
to Mark, groping underneath him and accidentally on purpose managing to
again stroke his crack though the split in the trousers.

"Wot?" Mark looked blankly at Mr Horrocks. "Oh.. no I think I sat on a
pin...Sir.."

"A pin! Where did that come from? You've pricked yourself?" Mr Horrocks
looked puzzled. "So are you alright, or do you need to see some attention?
See the nurse?"

Pricked, was an unfortunate choice of word as shrieks of laughter rang out
from those who knew a thing or two about pricking themselves and pricks in
general.

"Hey, I've found the fucking safety pin, but we'll have to sort yer fucking
trousers out later." said Geoff under cover of the ongoing noise. "Now just
lie yer fucking way out of it with old Mr Bollocks!"

"Wot! The nurse!" exclaimed Mark in horror. "No.. no.. Sir I'm
alright.. honest.."

"Alright, if you say so." not entirely understanding, but pleased further
disruption had been averted Mr Horrocks turned back to quell the
class. "Right come on, now quieten down. I know it's the last lesson, but
we still have Napoleon to finish."

Out of sight under the desk Mark had been carrying out some careful, if
painful exploration inside his trousers. Naturally that necessitated
sniffing and licking the spunk off his fingers after he had withdrawn his
hand from checking the length of his cock for deformation and or
dents. Despite the pain there was an upside to the situation, in that the
shock of the two penile collisions had caused his erection to finally
subside, even if it was feeling somewhat crushed.

And, Mark's finger licking wasn't something that could be allowed to pass
unnoticed by Geoff, who almost immediately took the cue and started
sniffing his own fingers staring at Mark as he did so. Finally he started
sucking them just as if he were sucking on a cock, the act was so good Mark
couldn't believe it and found himself incredibly aroused with his cock once
again rock hard.

"You got a tasty bum!" Geoff grinned, readjusted his glasses and put his
hand under the desk to press on Mark's wet, bulging fly. "Pity you can't
come home with me now, I wanna suck you dry!"

"Tomorrow afternoon." croaked Mark putting his hand on top of Geoff's and
pressing firmly down so that both were anointed with semen that squidged
from the material of his trousers.

The lesson droned on with nobody giving two or even three hoots of
Napoleon's frozen adventures in darkest Russia, all of which thankfully
terminated with the ringing of the lesson bell followed by a high speed
exodus from the classroom. Since both Steve and Ollie knew of the perilous
state of Mark's trousers they were conscripted to form a sort of bodyguard
which would enable him walk to the bus stop without displaying either the
bottomless trousers. Nor was Mark the only one to be hiding the spunky
front of his trousers from view with his school bag since Steve, Ollie and
Geoff were all in the same predicament with erections to match. And, not
that they knew, but Jumbo was also thoroughly enjoying the sensation of
walking with his briefs full of semen, that though to him being almost the
norm.

"You alright now then?" asked Geoff. "Me bus'll be yer in a minute."

"Yeah, ta." standing back against the wall to prevent his bottom being on
display Mark looked around. "Just do us a favour and get fucking Alfie
over, he can help me get on the bus."

"Wot d'you want then?" Alfie was not entirely pleased at having been
separated from his friends and dragged over to his brother. "You don't
normally wanna be seen talking to me yer at the bus stop, so wot's wrong
then?"

"Now fucking shut yer face and listen," said Mark in the true spirit of
brotherly love, "when the bus comes, you gotta get gert close to me and
follow me up the stairs. You fucking got it?"

"Why? Oh I knows," Alfie looked him up and down, slowly he began to grin,
"yer wanked all over yer trousers again ain't you?"

"You just fucking keep quiet or I'll break yer fucking neck again!"

"That's why you got yer bag in front innit?" he pointed to the bag well
aware his neck was quite safe. "You thinks I don't know that's covering yer
spunky trousers!"

"Will you keep yer fucking voice down!" Mark looked around unaware that
Jumbo was taking an interest in his statuesque position. Jumbo thought to
himself it was maybe time to see if Mark wanked as much as he did and now
he certainly had the introduction to a conversation to explore it.

Mark was going visibly red, whether it was in anger or embarrassment Alfie
neither knew nor cared, but did know he was in command and hence Mark's
latest disaster must therefore be of quite some magnitude.

"So why've I gotta walk behind you, you got spunk on yer bottom as well!"

Suddenly reaching out Mark grabbed Alfie's blazer, dragging him bodily
towards him, he whispered forcibly in his ear. "Me fucking trousers has
split and you gotta walk right behind when we gets on the fucking bus so
nobody can fucking see me hole. Now you fucking got it?"

Unusually for Alfie he was stuck for a reply, a little shaken he just
looked at Mark and nodded. Quite plainly Mark had got himself into a state
having yet again destroyed his school trousers which could only mean more
trauma on the home front when their uniform obsessed mother found out.

"Now yer's the bus," said Mark looking up the road, "so you just fucking
keep right behind me. Right!"

"Right." duly repeated Alfie, who by now was looking forward to following
so closely behind Mark that he would have a close up view of the inside of
his trousers.

As the boys crowded onto the bus and up the stairs Alfie did as he was told
and kept only inches behind Mark. Never before had he seen his brothers
bottom so closely, so closely in fact he was sorely tempted to push a
finger through the split and prod the bullseye which appeared to wink with
every movement. The sight of the pimply white flesh and the smell of semen
which wafted out from the split seam as Mark moved had the immediate effect
of giving Alfie an erection.

"If you says anything about this I'll.."

"Yeah, yeah.. you'll break me fucking neck!" concluded Alfie very calmly
sitting down next to Mark. "Wot's happened then, other than you wanking in
yer trousers again?"

It was only on sitting down that Mark realised just how fraught the
situation had become, the coarse fabric which covered the seats prickled on
his bare buttocks. He ignored Alfie's questions. "Listen, when we gets off
this bus you gotta stay right behind me, you fucking got that?"

"Yeah." replied Alfie wearily. "So where's yer pants then, you been
swopping again?"

"Just fucking shut up about them!" Marked turned to check if anybody was
listening. "Now when we get's off this but and gets to the house, yer gonna
go in first and talk to mum, then I can nip in and get changed quick."

"There's a surprise!" Alfie glanced down, it was pretty obvious Mark was
still erect. "Well you'd better put some pants on before you makes another
gert mess.. and you'd better watch out for Soph catching you with yer willy
up and yer dirty bum hanging out!"

"Oh, fucking Soph, I'd forgotten her!"

"Yeah, well she ain't forgotten you has she?" Alfie checked under his bag,
things were still hard.

"So when I'm changed I'll come downstairs and you gotta fuck off to Mart's
house quick and get me other trousers that he's washed, got it?"

"Wot's he got a bleeding laundry?" Alfie started to giggle.

"Don't fucking piss about, just fucking do it!" said Mark. "And, fucking do
it as soon as I comes downstairs and starts talking to mum. You can go
round to him in yer school uniform don't waste time changing. Just get them
fucking trousers for me!"




In a sexual context it had been quite a landmark day for Martin and as he
cycled home from school the various events were continually running his
mind. It wasn't that he had not enjoyed his sexual adventures, in fact
quite the contrary, it was more a question of wrestling yet again with the
same old adolescent question, was he becoming queer? In fact, whether he
was or not actually had very little bearing on the reaction of his cock,
which having recovered from the shock of being caught by Mr Hayes was again
fully erect. In fact the closer he had got to home the harder it had
become, anticipating the customary ritual of masturbation when the change
from school uniform took place. Well, probably that or the thoughts of
Adam's cock, combined with the judicious use the bicycle saddle pressing
hard on his sphincter as he rode along.

Knowing his mother had gone to see his grandmother and wouldn't be back
till gone five much as Andy would, Martin knew he would have about half an
hour to devote to some sexually deviant self abuse. Bounding up the stairs
to his bedroom, his cock painfully erect and swathed in his semen stained
briefs he only got as far as taking his blazer off before there was a ring
on the front doorbell. Desperate not to waste precious masturbation time he
ran back down the stairs without really thinking that without his blazer to
disguise matters, the stained bulge on the front of his trousers was more
than prominent.

"Oh.. it's you," he looked at Alfie, also still in school uniform, "oh, wot
d'you want?"

"It's not me it's Mark innit, he's in a right state and he's sent me to
collect them trousers you got for him?" Alfie glanced sideways at Mark's
trousers there was no doubting the semen stains after a hard day at school,
his own cock began to stir. "See Mart, he's afraid of our mum finding out
about the mess he's made in `em."

"Oh yeah, I knows wot he means." agreed Martin, he certainly knew the
perils of being found guilty in such embarrassing circumstances.

Alfie couldn't but help looking again the state of Martin's trousers, but
said nothing. Freed from the constraints of school and beginning to feel
somewhat frisky himself he was wondering how best to raise the subject
along with his cock which had just about beaten him to it.

"You knows wot a state he gets in."

"Oh.. yeah course I do."

Mark also knew his precious solo time was already slipping away. Not
wishing to be rude to Alfie it looked as though his solo pleasure would
have to wait, although as a consolation it should be easy enough to draw
Alfie into a conversation with sexual overtones.

"See the ones he's got on now looks like they's all covered in spunk and
he's split 'em all up the back, so you can see his bumhole!" continued
Alfie blithely, equally hoping it might be a way of quickly moving the
subject onto matters more sexual.

"He's wot!" exclaimed Martin. "Fucking hell, but he's been wearing me spare
pair!"

"Oh, so they're your's, that's why they don't fit proper then innit?"

"Bloody hell, well you'd better come in and we'll get the other ones."
Martin turned to lead the way up the stairs. "Dunno if they're dry or that
though."

"I ain't been in yer bedroom before."

Alfie followed closely, noting only to clearly the outline of Martin's
briefs as he followed the tight trousers up the stairs. His cock lurched on
entering Martin's inner sanctum, which didn't really look or smell very
different from any other adolescent boys bedroom of the period. The single
bed with the covers thrown in a heap looked very inviting, he would have
loved to have burrowed underneath looking for spunk stains as he often did
with his brother.

"Hang on I'll get 'em, just stand back." Martin took the opportunity to
hold him by the shoulder and move him away from the bed, not though before
noting that there was now hand in Alfie's shorts pocket.

"Where is they then?"

Alfie was feeling slightly nervous with a strange tingling feeling in his
stomach, for whatever reason he knew that something was going to happen
between them.

"Under yer, drying on some newspaper!"

Martin moved to end up on hands and knees, crawling partway under the
bed. It was inevitable that his shirt would pull from his trousers to
expose the top of his briefs, Alfie already quite excited just stared and
without warning suddenly grabbed at the white material to twang the elastic
waistband onto Martin's back.

"Oi! Fucking stop that it hurts!" cried Martin having instantly reacted by
raising his head and banging it on the underside of the bed.

"Oh... sorry.. Mart, I didn't mean too.." mumbled Alfie now unsure exactly
what to do, nevertheless still unable to take his eyes off of Martin's
underpants.

"You bloody did mean to twang it!" Martin looked up virtually into the
front of Alfie's grey shorts and the lump therein, he grinned slowly. "You
knows I'm hard and I knows yer hard! D'you remember we made you our
personal cocksucker?"

"Oh yeah. Wot!" Alfie gulped. "Y'mean.. wot.. wot.. now?"

"Yeah, right fucking now! We got twenty minutes before somebody comes
home."

Martin stood up and brazenly unzipped his trousers to reveal a triangle of
white, albeit with some staining. Lying lay back on the bed with his feet
just off the floor the bulge now looked even bigger, pulling the fly apart
released a strong smell of congealed spunk and allowed the obvious wet spot
to push forwards .

"Wot, I gotta suck it.. now?" Alfie gulped again. "But, wot about Mark's
trousers?"

"Fuck his trousers! Just do me first, it's all a bit spunky in there, but
you'll love it!"

With shaking hands Alfie eagerly started to peel the stained briefs down,
quite intent on loving every sticky second of it. As the purple head sprang
into view the smell intensified, it was all very, very familiar, in fact
just like Marks without the foreskin!

"Hey, but yer not allowed to cum while you sucks," said Martin from the
horizontal, "`cause if there's time, there's something special I want's us
to do together."

Alfie didn't reply, his face was already deep in the pungent folds of
Martin's trousers.

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Chapter 57 to follow