Date: Sun, 05 Mar 2017 14:57:03 +0000
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Lab Technician Chapter 60

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
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Chapter 60 – Touché


"Well I didn't know wot to do Pete, other than tell you."

"Yeah, but we shouldn't be dealing with this sort of thing should we?"
replied Peter hurriedly leading the way back to the changing room. "We'll
have to report it."

"I dunno, that was all he said, he didn't want it reported and his name was
Giles."

"Well let's have a look and try to find out what exactly happened." Peter
opened the door, once inside he looked in amazement at Giles who was
effectively crucified on the mesh screen. "Oh my god!"

"D'you see wot I mean?"

"Holy shit, whatever's been going on?" exclaimed Peter. "Oh bloody hell!
Come on Andy lets get him down and on the bench."

Andy looked up, flushed, he had been taking in the sight of Giles' cock
which despite all it had been subjected too had which switched into
permanent erection mode and showed no sign of going down.

"D'you want the back or the front?" asked Peter, he looked knowingly at
Andy and raised his eyebrows. "Sorry!"

"The front."

"Right, thought so!" Peter walked round to the far side of the bench. "You
untie him while I support him, then come round here and give me a hand to
lay him down."

"OK."

"Oh my god," Peter looked in disbelief, "somebody's stuffed a pencil up his
bottom!"

Giles was pretty much silent during the protracted rescue and offered very
little in the way of explanation to Peter's questions. Considering the
circumstances, Andy found himself rather embarrassed at having become erect
under his lab coat whilst manipulating Giles' rather average cock, if hard
through the mesh screen. After receiving at least five hundred, very rough
strokes from some twenty different hot hands, each determined to exact
revenge it resembled a piece of raw meat.

Once having been laid on the bench it really was time to ascertain exactly
what had been happening and get him dressed, Peter looked around for Giles'
clothes or at least a towel to cover him and his unrepent erection.

"Maybe they're in his bag," suggested Andy, dragging it from under the
bench and opening it, "oh yeah, looks like there's a towel at the bottom."

"Right, well at least let's cover up the poor sod's cock then!" said Peter,
not that Giles could be further embarrassed whatever happened to him.

"Oh fuck!" exclaimed Andy, the bag dropped to the floor leaving him
clutching a red and white striped towel. "Somebody's pissed in the bag,
it's all bloody wet and it smells of piss!"

"What!"

"And, he ain't got no clothes, well I can't see none, can you?"

"No.. I suppose not... oh, but there's a blazer and a shirt over there."
Peter glanced around wondering why he ever came to be involved.

"I wonder wot's happened then?"

"Damned if I know." Peter had already concluded it was too vindictive to
simply be a spur of the moment attack carried out as a bit of a lark by a
couple of boys, more likely a collective assault being possibly the
culmination of a long running conflict.

"I wish he'd talk to us."

"Well it's high time he did." said Peter firmly. "Look Giles, if you don't
want to talk to us then you'll have to talk to somebody else, because I
should report all this and besides, it ought to be a member of the teaching
staff dealing with you this not us."




"Well fucking move over and make some room." spluttered Mark, a shower of
pastry crumbs descended over Alfie.

"You messy sod, wot's you eating then?" said Alfie shuffling into the
window seat, hopefully out of range.

"Sausage roll innit? Boy in class didn't want it, it's only been in his bag
for a couple of days and he's give it to me." replied Mark continuing to
shower Alfie with more crumbs as he forced the last bit in his mouth.

"You could have saved me half, I likes sausage rolls!" Alfie brushed the
crumbs onto the floor. "Yer a right messy sod!"

"Yeah, you already said that!" Mark did his best to laugh, which wasn't the
best idea with a mouth full of flaky pastry.

"Sod off!" Alfie brushed himself off for the second time.

"You little fucking moaner!"

"Oi! Look."

Alfie suddenly poked Mark in the ribs which produced another generous
helping of regurgitated pastry crumbs, he pointed an inky black finger nail
through the grimy bus window to a pale green Morris Minor waiting at the
traffic lights below.

"Don't fucking Oi me." replied Mark returning the poke and almost choking
as he attempt to swallow the remainder of the sausage roll. "Wot have I
gotta fucking look at then?"

"Ain't that Andy's car down there, well he could have given us a lift
home." Alfie brushed the crumbs off for the third time.

"Wot, move out the fucking way, `cause I can't see with yer gert head
there!"

"If it is, he's got a passenger," Alfie strained to see who it might be,
excessive masturbation having not yet completely ruined his eyesight, "I
can't quite see proper, but I'm sure he's gotta school blazer on."

"Wot! Get out the fucking way!" Mark pushed him roughly to one side and
leant over to peer down, it certainly did look like Andy's car and whoever
the passenger was he did appear to be wearing a school blazer. "Who the
fucks that then?"

"How do I know, you gert tosser." Alfie stared at the car as it pulled
slowly from the lights prepared to turn right. "Looks like he's wearing gym
shorts."

"Who? Andy?"

"No you pratt," Alfie sighed, "the bloody passenger of course."

"Wot, get out the fucking way and lets have another look!" Mark elbowed
Alfie to one side. Alfie hadn't noticed Mark's trousers, probably because
they were just like his other ones. A boy going home in gym shorts with
Andy it must be a coincidence.

"You don't half stink of spunk, you been wanking again ain't you?" Alfie
sniffed as Mark leant directly in front of him.

"Ah, fuck off, you do!"

Mark sniffed, maybe Alfie was right and he did smell a little bit, it was
very possible since his briefs possessed all the hallmarks of ejaculation
and were certainly had a freshly starched feel.

"With Geoff was it? How many times? Was it in class or in the bog?"

"Well, you does it with yer little mates with yer little wanky willy's
don't you?" sneered Mark, surprised that Alfie seemed to have correctly
guessed most of what constituted his daily routine, not that it took even a
minimal amount of guessing.

"So."

Alfie blushed, well aware that he too had been doing what he shouldn't
during the dinner break in the toilet earlier. In fact he was feeling
rather ashamed at having talked Spunky and Terry into subjecting each
other, albeit by mutual consent, to anal inspections. To be fair the level
of coercion was absolutely minimal since they were all only too keen to
stand on the toilet seat in turn and allow their buttocks to be prised
apart for inspection. Alfie shouldn't have worried, since individually they
were very experienced in solo anal exploration anyway. Particularly Terry
who's uninhibited interest in all things bottom was reinforced by proudly
demonstrating his three finger technique and very surprisingly even washing
his fingers afterwards.

"You little wanker, I can tell from yer red face you've been fucking doing
it, ain't you?" crowed Mark, rubbing what could only be an erection through
his trousers.

"Bleeding piss off." replied Alfie, actually feeling quite guilty at what
he had been doing, nevertheless he was gearing himself up to emulate
Terry's three finger trick at bedtime.

"Now you, fucking listen," Mark leant over to whisper in Alfie's ear, the
smell of congealed semen more than apparent at very close range, "I want's
you to suck me off when we gets home!"

"Nah I ain't." replied Alfie firmly, especially if it tasted like it smelt,
"No, I ain't."

"You fucking is!"

"No I fucking ain't!"

"You fucking is!"

"Just cop hold of `eh!" Mark grabbed Alfie's hand and pressed it on top of
his bulging fly, almost immediately Alfie's fingers took over and began
kneading the lump.

"Now if you does it proper, I might tell you a bit of wot I did today with
Geoff!"

"Well," miraculously Alfie's objections melted away, "well, but you gotta
wash it, `cause I ain't going near it if it's dropping gert lumps of cheese
like it did last time!"

"Yeah alright, course I'll fucking wash it and I'll wank you if you wants
as well." Mark grinned, he knew exactly how to entice Alfie, "So where we
gonna do it then?"

"Dunno." Alfie sniffed and continued to squeeze at the bulge. "Can't do it
at home can us, `cause Soph and mum'll be about."

"Soph'll be wanking already won't she, she always does when she gets home!"
Mark shifted on his seat at the thought of that and what Alfie was
doing. "You wanna listen outside her bedroom, all them sloppy fanny noises,
then she starts groaning!"

"Oh, I dunno." from witnessing with Patti and Sophie together, Alfie wasn't
sure about girls at all and wondered if he ever would, it all seemed rather
messy to him.

"Anyway, get thinking where we gonna do it, `cause it'll be our stop in a
minute."

Time flew with Alfie's helping hand and the bus stop arrived sooner than
expected, but actually on time. Meaning that both brothers had to get off
holding bags in front to hide their protuberances, not that that was
unusual nor was it for Mark to have a sticky patch in his briefs.

"We could do it in the garage." suggested Alfie looking guiltily around
waiting by the hedge for the bus to move off before slipping a hand down
the front of his shorts to adjust matters also under cover of his bag.

"You started wanking already then?" said Mark waiting impatiently by the
bus stop. "Don't you fucking start without me!"

"Nah, course not."

"Why you playing with it then?"

"Oh sod off, I ain't, it's caught innit?"

"Yer a fucking liar, it's caught in yer fucking hand!" Mark grabbed his
arm, they started walking. "Look, we're gonna have to do it quick when we
gets home `cause I can't wait much longer."

"Oh, surprise! You can't wait, so you'll be cumming in yer pants... again!"
Alfie giggled. "I ain't surprised they smells, `cause they's full of cum!"

"Just fucking shut up. When we gets home, we'll change outta uniform and
then we goes in the back of the garage, we'll say we're gonna mend me bike
or something."

"Yeah alright, but you gotta wash it first." Alfie looked down behind
Mark's bag, the bulge was indeed pretty obvious as was Mark's desire to
reach a climax. "And, if you washes it in the basin, make sure you flushes
all them bits of cheese away, `cause I gotta clean me teeth in that later!"

"Course I fucking will!" Mark was a hopeless liar with no real intention of
washing anyway!

"Hey, listen! Look `spose," continued Alfie excitedly, "`spose we don't
wear no pants, that'll make wanking easier won't it?"

"Yeah." Mark grinned, having a little brother who was as randy as he was
wasn't so bad after all. "And, I'll put 'em in me pocket to wear after, to
catch the drips!"

"Oh look," said Alfie pointing up the road, "there's Andy's car coming
back, he's finished early. Yer, let's go and find out if it was him at them
traffic lights."

Hurrying up the road to catch Andy before he disappeared into his house it
was Alfie who was there before Mark caught up.

"Yer early home today," Alfie was a little out of breath, "we saw you at
the lights, looked like you had somebody with a school blazer with you."

"You don't miss much do you?" Andy smiled, quite happy to talk and observe
any movements within Alfie's grey shorts or with Mark's inevitably bulging
trousers.

"Nah." Alfie grinned, even thoughts of sucking Mark receded when with Andy.

"So you saw me from the bus then?"

"Yeah," gasped Mark, considerably out of breath having never been destined
to exert any effort towards maintaining physical fitness, other than with
his right arm, "with some boy in the car, was it?"

"Yeah, it turned out all a bit odd this afternoon, so Pete thought I should
give this boy a lift home."

"Wot was odd then?" asked Alfie, now having moved closer to idol.

Andy relayed the entire story to his captive audience and was delighted to
see both were quite plainly becoming aroused at the high level of detail he
was purposely including. Particularly so in relation to the lurid depiction
of how Giles' shredded cock refused to go soft, the amount of spunk on the
floor and of the pencil up his bottom.

For his part, Mark shuffled his feet apprehensively hoping that neither
Andy nor Alfie suddenly put two and two together to come up with the
correct answer. It was he who was the catalyst, having originally stolen
the trousers which he was now wearing.

However, he was very pleased to hear that under no circumstances did Giles
wish to have the matter reported and that the class having vented their
feelings to even the score guessed there was little harm done other than
violation of Giles' self-esteem. Whilst Peter could have reported the
incident, actually a little common sense decreed that could be avoided
since a now very contrite Giles' had accepted his due deserts. Furthermore,
Giles said he a complete spare uniform so he needn't tell his mother who
was apparently out at the hairdressers anyway. So that if Andy gave him a
lift home he could to get himself sorted out, so by the time she came home
and wouldn't realise anything had happened.

"So that why you drove him home then?" said Alfie. "We've all avoided him,
`cause he treated us like he was a gert posh prefect or something."

"Yeah, so I got him home before his mother. He's in yer year group isn't
he?" asked Andy turning to look at Mark.  "Have you had anything to do with
him?"

"Yeah, he's a right sodding tosser, everybody fucking hates him!" replied
Mark with some feeling. "First he makes out he's yer mate then he fucking
drops you right in it every fucking time. He thinks he's so fucking
wonderful and clever, it don't help that he's thinks he gert fucking posh
and gets gert loads of pocket money!"

"He ain't yer best mate then?" Andy smiled.

"Nah, `cause his best mate's wanky Geoff with them gert glasses innit!"
said Alfie, who then started giggling and made a certain sign. "That's why
he's got 'em innit!"

"You little fucker, shut yer fucking face!" Mark lunged, but as ever
missed.

"Oh, I see, they're a bit like that are they?"

Andy's mind wandered, he glanced longingly at Alfie who smiled angelically
back and without thinking yet again adjusted matters through his
pocket. Andy loved the sexually laden, innuendo strewn banter, his heart
banged, his cock lurched and how he so desperately wanted Alfie. His
fantasies had now progressed as far as Alfie capturing him, undressing and
sucking him dry before finally fucking him with his modest twelve year old
organ. A dream it might be, nevertheless he had recently been trying to
work out how to turn that ever recurring fantasy into reality.

"Oh shut up Alfie!" snapped Mark blushing. "Bleeding hell, just shut up!"

"I think he's going to have or he's going to get very wet," Andy held his
hand out and looked up at the darkening sky, large droplets were already
falling, "Well I'm going in quick, you two can fight it out yer if you want
too!"

"Yeah right, well come on then you little fucking ratbag," Mark grabbed
hold of the collar of Alfie's blazer, "you gotta job to do for me,
remember?"

"Oh, yeah!" Alfie sounded strangely enthusiastic as he was dragged
off. "Mind me blazer!"

Watching the them hurry off as the rain began to fall off Andy retired
indoors, after a cursory chat with his mother he made his way upstairs to
the bathroom. Once in front of the basin he dropped his trousers and held
his rigid member as it twanged free. It was time to think a little more
about Alfie and exactly just what he had inside those grey school shorts.

Alfie certainly did remember that Mark had a job for him and it was job he
really wanted to do despite his many protestations to the contrary, in fact
it was a job he would also like to carry out for Andy, but knew he dare not
admit that to anybody. Minutes later in his bedroom, having removed his
briefs and inspected his very erect member for cleanliness, he pulled on
some old blue shorts which conveniently had a very slack waistband and
without underpants were liable to descend of their own volition. Hoping his
mother wouldn't comment on the look of the shorts when he had far better
clothes to wear he set off to see what was being prepared for tea.

Mark had also been very busy. His first job was to listen outside Sophie's
for her now regular post-school masturbation session, accompanied by
multitudinous slurping noises and moans. Satisfied she was fully occupied,
he moved on to the bathroom to change from his uniform into
jeans. Unfortunately it was to be the older ones with the self-opening fly
since his other pair were now in the wash having been rather embarrassingly
confiscated by Alison when she noticed they had suffered from numerous
seminal infusions. Standing at the basin he made a very half-hearted
attempt remove some of the more revolting horrors beneath his foreskin that
were being cultivated on a nutritious diet of congealed semen. Doing a poor
job of flushing the detritus down the plughole he splashed some water over
the engorged head, wiped it on Alfie's favourite green flannel and pushed
it back inside his jeans.

Crashing downstairs to join Alfie and quickly checking his self-opening
jeans hadn't opened again, it was almost time to escape to the
garage. First though, Mark joined Alfie in the kitchen duty bound to make a
certain amount of small talk with Alison before heading to the garage on
pretext of doing something to his bike. Of course whether or not Alison
believed them was another matter, although she was glad that at least they
appeared to be talking together and not at war again!

"Right where we gonna do it then?" Mark looked round in the gloom.

"Over yer by the back door I `spose," said Alfie walking around the few
boxes that inevitably remained unpacked from the move, "it's a bit lighter
and I do wanna see wot I'm sucking this time!"

"It's had a real gert wash so it's all clean." replied Mark, who's idea of
a wash was considerably different to Alfie's. Moving over to the corner
Alfie could see that by now Mark was so excited his cock was poking out of
his fly in anticipation.

"The bloody roof leaks!" exclaimed Alfie feeling the top of his head. "Oh
shit!"

"Probably the rain innit?" said Mark stating the blindingly obvious.

Alfie shook his head in despair and wondered why he loved his brother
so. He was really looking forward to performing and considered it almost as
a bonding ritual between them, but hoped that just for once Mark had
actually washed his cock.

"Well don't just fucking stand there playing with yerself," continued Mark,
wiping the dribble from the end of his cock with his shirt, "just come and
stand yer, then you can lean over and get sucking, then I'll start wanking
you off."

To be fair Alfie was as aroused as Mark. The situation had been
considerably heightened by the very fact they were about to commit a very
risky act in a place where there was a real possibility of being caught by
somebody walking in.

"Which side, do it make any difference?" Alfie moved over to stand just in
front on Mark's left side which would allow him to bend over to suck and be
groped.

"Nah, course it fucking does, it's me other fucking side innit! I can't
wank you with me left hand can I?"

"Well I don't know do I!" Alfie sighed. "I can use both hands so why can't
you!"

"That's disgusting! Now just bend over and get bloody sucking before I
cums!"

Hindsight being a wonderful thing, Alfie should have immediately realised
once he was poised above Mark's quivering organ there was no chance of
evasion. Despite it's very cursory wash, many, many unspeakable things
still remained lurking within the folds of the foreskin. It was though too
late, no matter how much he objected on grounds of hygiene, there was to be
no escape especially since Mark had now taken a firm hold on his shorts
with one hand and his head with the other.

"Mark it's horrible, oh shit!" he groaned looking down to see fragments of
cheese already lined up and waiting for him. "It ain't bloody washed it
all!"

"Course it fucking is, now suck the fucking thing, them little bits will
soon fall off!"

Alfie's plea fell on stony ground or more precisely onto the concrete
garage floor. Literally faced with the drooling, purple, one eyed monster,
the fully retracted foreskin displaying the full spectrum of cheese from
hard Cheddar to Gorgonzola.

"For fucks sake just get sucking the fucking thing, it don't taste that
bad!" reiterated Mark in throbbing desperation, ejaculation premature or
otherwise now threatening.

His head totally restrained, all Alfie could do was struggle and gurgle as
Mark forced him downwards at a great rate of knots. The bulbous head and
accompanying foreskin complete with it's revolting cheesy selection soon
slipped past his lips, into his mouth and beyond. Beyond, of which the only
boundary was the rather average length of Mark's cock, included Alfie's
tonsils as the head was forced down his throat causing him to immediately
retch and think he was going to vomit.

However, in a split second it was Mark himself that saved Alfie from that
very distasteful and messy side effect. The hand which had been holding
onto Alfie's shorts instantly switched direction to very roughly pull them
down to reveal a white bottom and Alfie's own overworked erection. However,
instead of grabbing at Alfie's cock as expected, it was with unerring aim
that Mark forced a grimy unlubricated finger right up Alfie's bottom making
him leap towards the stratosphere air which allowed Mark's cock to slip
from of his mouth!

"Well don't fucking stop now!" Mark reinforced his grip on the spluttering
Alfie who was still impaled on his finger and unable to move, he forced him
down on his cock again. "For fucks sake I'm nearly there!"

Alfie's feelings of brotherly love were becoming somewhat strained, as
indeed was his bottom since Mark's finger was very energetically providing
him with some very positive prostate prodding. Uncomfortable it might have
been at first, but once the initial pain had subsided Alfie rather began to
enjoy the sensation, indeed to the point where he forced himself down onto
Mark's hand. Spunky and particularly Terry with his bottom fetish really
were in for an anal treat after this particular lesson!

"Alfie, mum said you was out yer with Mark `cause I needs to lend yer
protractor thingy for me homework." came the inarticulate voice through the
gloom.

With the rain pounding on the garage roof and the brothers firmly engaged
in matters sexual neither had realised was that Sophie had even entered the
garage.

"Well suck the fucking thing then!" implored Mark, who was almost getting
as much a thrill from fingering Alfie as he was from being sucked
off. Alfie, having now sampled most of the unmentionables living in Mark's
foreskin was beginning to enjoy the taste of precum. Although even more
enjoyable was Mark's finger, so enjoyable that it had actually pushed him
into producing his own precum, a rarity indeed.

Sophie couldn't believe what she was witnessing, it was as if a dream had
come true. After all of Patti's lurid descriptions of watching her brothers
masturbate, Sophie was about to behold the magic of the penis it for
herself and at extremely close range. Desperately afraid of breaking the
spell and halting the proceedings, she crept around behind the unpacked
boxes until she had a near perfect view and crouched down out of sight.

To her utter amazement it appeared that Alfie was naked from the waist
down, his hand a blur as he masturbated whilst Mark vigorously poked his
bottom. And, as if that were not enough Alfie was really slobbering over
Mark's cock allowing strings of dribble fell to the ground.

In her bedroom not ten minutes earlier Sophie had managed a terrific
climax. Rather as Mark loved to wear his underpants after he had ejaculated
into, she was no different wanting to feel her soggy panties pulled well up
into her fanny as she moved about. Now, legs apart crouching down she
pulled the wet white knickers from her fanny and inserted her middle finger
as far as it could go whilst rubbing on her clit with the palm of her hand.

Up above, Alfie was continuing his self abuse. Whilst appearing to take
minutes when in effect it was only seconds, he suddenly raised his head,
allowing more of the saliva and precum mix to drip from his mouth, and
breathlessly announced.

"I've fucking cum!"

"Let's see how much then!" grunted Mark who took quite an interest in how
much others could produce, he watched as Alfie proudly waved some
glistening fingers in the light. "Now for fucks sake will you fucking
finish sucking me, before I cums!"

Alfie leant forward and didn't argue, taking virtually the whole of Mark's
twitching cock in straight away. There was no doubt he really was becoming
very good at the art of sucking, that said he did falter and wince when
Mark inserted a second finger.

Sophie couldn't stand the tension, what she wanted above all else was to
confront them to effectively give her a blackmail hold over both of
them. Leverage she could use immediately to inspect their cocks and force
Mark to ejaculate as she watched close up, maybe even hold his cock, but
then again it did look a slimy mess.

"You dirty sods, you wait till I tells mum wot yer doing!" she cried out
triumphantly jumping up in front of them. The effect to many others would
have been even more arousing since she was still dressed in her white shirt
and navy blue school skirt.

"Ffffuuuccckkkkkkkkkkkkk..." yelled Mark.

"Wot! No!"

Alfie's mouth literally fell open allowing a huge dollop of spunky spittle
to fall down and onto Mark's jeans below, Mark's cock twanged freely from
between the slippery lips. It, being the cock, was obviously very annoyed
at being denied ejaculation yet again and continued to angrily twitched
with precum oozing from it's end.

"You fucking little cow!" Mark waved an accusatory, if spunky hand, his
other being still implanted in Alfie's bottom. "You been fucking spying on
us ain't you?"

"Sod off you pair of fucking wankers!" replied Sophie, ever the demure
young lady.

Alfie trembled, he really was absolutely petrified that Sophie was going to
tell on them. Immediately though, Sophie was far more interested in the
logistics of boys cocks, ejaculation, what semen looked like and how much
was produced.

Mark though had other ideas than to be dominated by his younger sister and
immediately launched a powerful verbal defence. "Listen you little fucking
bitch, if you fucking dare mention this to anybody I'll have all me mates
round yer to see my dear little sister, the one who likes to stick her head
inside her best mates knickers and suck her fanny!"

Alfie looked hopefully up, maybe there was some hope after all. Had he
taken more interest in his French lessons he would have known touché was
the word he wanted.

"Alfie, lets see yer hand then if you just cum, `cause I didn't see nothing
come out!" demanded Sophie realising Mark's counter argument was the equal
to her own, time to change the subject. She grabbed Alfie's hand and stared
at the streaks of watery semen, to be fair he had not really produced very
much, but then again he never did. "Is that it?"

"Uumm.." Alfie was speechless. Embarrassed. Humiliated. Worried. Etc.

"And.. is that it.. that yer willy... that ain't very fucking big is it?"
snarled Sophie bending down directly in front of him. Tentatively poked
with a characteristically dirty finger nail, the organ very sensibly went
into a very rapid full retreat and was hardly to be seen when she
witheringly completed Alfie's utter humiliation. "I `spose if it's that
bloody small, it's why you don't make much cum innit!"

"Listen you fucking little bitch, you fucking leave him alone," interrupted
Mark in an effort to save Alfie who now looked to be on the verge of
totally breaking down, "if you wanna see some fucking spunk then you can
finish wanking me off!"

"Wot?" it was now Sophie's turn to be caught off balance. She couldn't help
looking at Mark's cock, still very much erect and oozing precum. "Wot Me?"

"Yeah, you! Yer the one that's always on about it, so yer's yer fucking
chance!"

Sophie gulped, it did look pretty disgusting, truly hoist by her own
petard.

"Thing is though, it you wanks me, then I wanna wank you! That's fair
innit?"

Mark's cock jerked in agreement, it really didn't care who wanked who, just
as long as relief was close at hand.

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Chap 61 to follow