Date: Wed, 15 Mar 2017 15:53:47 +0000
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Lab Technician  -  Chapter 61

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 61 – A bacon roll

"Wot about him?" Sophie nodded towards Alfie to hide his boy bits with his
hands having been being released from Mark's oral impalement.

"Well wot about him?" asked Mark, the tone of conversation appearing to
ignore the fact Alfie was even there.

"Well he ain't gonna watch is he?" Sophie flushed.

"Course he's gonna fucking watch, you've just seen him cum ain't you?" Mark
was grinning, he could see Sophie was getting very embarrassed and running
out of bluster without Patti to egg her on. "It'll broaden his fucking
education won't it?"

Nobody asked Alfie what he thought or even wanted, nevertheless he was
quite interested in witnessing Sophie perform even if only for retaliatory
blackmail purposes. Besides, it would put him in a commanding position at
school for when the tricky subject of girls came up at school, since he
would certainly now be very much classed as an expert, even if he had show
little interest in obtaining actual hands–on experience.

"Fuck!" said Sophie unhappily.

"No we ain't doing that, `cause that'll be really naughty won't it?" said
Mark, not even sure if he was brave enough, were it legally possible
anyway.

"I didn't mean..."

"You can keep yer skirt on, just pull it so we's can both see yer slimy
thingy wotever it is!" interrupted Mark beckoning to Alfie. "Come on Alf,
get yer shorts up and get over yer `cause Soph's gonna show us how she
wanks!"

Alfie cheered up at the thought of that and rapidly moved to stand by
Mark. To be quite honest, Mark was very surprised that Sophie had even
stayed and not just run off calling it quits, which is what he would
probably have done, but that option didn't seem to have occurred to her.

"Well pull yer fucking skirt up then."

Mark was now rubbing himself, the flow of precum having temporarily ceased,
but would doubtless start again. Sophie looked apprehensively around,
finally hauling the skirt up to partly expose her white panties complete
with a large wet spot.

"Come on, pull yer knickers down and get that fucking skirt outta the way!"
said Mark thrusting his erection forward. "We wants to see yer bits, `cause
yer been looking at our bits long enough!"

Against the odds and considering the female subject matter Alfie was
becoming erect again. After watching Sophie lower her panties a little bit
the temptation was too much, he bent over and knowledgeably peered around
under the blue skirt finally emerging with stifled laughter he looked up at
Mark.

"She got poo on her knickers!"

Mark burst out laughing.

Sophie went bright red. "Fuck you, you little sod!"

It was a change to have Sophie on the run, Alfie quickly continued
determined to take full advantage of it. "So why's yer knickers all wet,
have you pissed yerself?"

"It's her fucking juices innit, they girls makes 'em when they gets all
excited." said Mark sagely, having learnt all he knew from the crusty pages
of Martin's magazine.

Sophie fumed and didn't say anything. What had started as a dream come true
was rapidly turning into a truly embarrassing nightmare.

"Well lets have proper look then." with that Mark leant forward and with
the very same two fingers that had been up Alfie's bottom he pulled her
panties down to her knees. "Bloody hell they're soaking, you just cum or
something?"

"Wot's she got then? So how do she cum?" Alfie was joining in now, safe in
the thought he might never touch a girl, but it certainly wouldn't do any
harm to know how they worked.

"No! Not him, dirty little sod... oh fuck off Alfie!"

Sophie looked in horror, Alfie had knelt down for a second look, although
from what he could see, quite how girls ever reached a climaxed was still a
mystery to him.

"How's she wank then, `cause she ain't got no willy?"

"Yeah, she's gotta sort of little girly willy thing, look yer."

Mark's two fingers rammed themselves into her, cleaning themselves of Alfie
in the process, he proceeded to pull her labia apart, just as he had seen
in Martin's most instructive magazine. Sophie leapt in the air at the
forced entry whilst Mark calmly continued with Alfie's anatomy lesson,
pinching her clit between his fingers, again just as he had seen in the
magazine. There unfortunately ended his knowledge.

"See Alf, this little fucking thing's her cock, if she rubs it all that
fucking slimy stuff comes outta somewhere!" Mark looked at his fingers now
covered in Sophie's juices. "Ain't no wonder her knickers is all wet!"

"I ain't never touching none of that!" concluded Alfie, getting up, albeit
still excited enough to maintain his erection.

"Feels like spunk!" said Mark thoughtfully rubbing his fingers together.

"Well," Alfie wrinkled up his nose, "looks just like a gert greasy bacon
roll to me!"

"You little bastard!" exclaimed Sophie, crimson with embarrassment at the
assertion.

"Now then you little cow, yer gonna bleeding well wank me off!" Mark
grabbed Sophie's hand and planted it firmly on his dribbling cock, which by
some magic had managed to remain not only very erect, but also refrained
from ejaculation.

"Oh it's fucking horrible!" moaned Sophie, her hand now smothered with
precum.

"Just fucking shut up and rub it, you's the one that always been on about
seeing a boy wank, so fucking get on with it!"

Mark placed his hand on top of hers and started to move it up and down his
shaft. Interestingly, it didn't take more than a couple of stroked before
he was able let go leaving her to continue despite protestations to the
contrary. Seeing her now apparently content and knowing it would only be
pico-seconds before he ejaculated, he had to take advantage of the
situation and have one last feel between her legs.

What he didn't quite appreciate was that she was just as aroused as he was
and his naive fumbling with her clit was enough to send her over the
climatic edge as the excess juices now dripping onto his fingers
testified. Sophie's predictable response was to unwittingly increase both
intensity and speed of her strokes which in turn finally gave Mark the
release he had been longing for.

Alfie watched and listened in amazement, never had he heard such moaning
and groaning. Sophie appeared to be in some for of trance, wobbling about
and in danger of falling over, yet by holding onto Mark's gushing organ she
was managing to stay almost vertical. Mark though, was leaning back against
the dirty garage wall, his eyes closed, with Sophie's hand still wrapped
around his pulsing cock whilst it blasted a seemingly endless string of
semen out in front of him.

"Oh fucking hell!" said Alfie grinning, for once allowing himself to
swear. "Now she's bloody for it, how the fucks she gonna explain that lot!"

Indeed she probably was for it, since most of Mark's overabundant penile
emission had been inadvertently directed at her navy blue school skirt.




"Yeah I think's yer right and we'll do it different," Martin looked at
Adam, both were sat on their bikes by the kerb, "instead of you coming in
the shop when I'm already there, we'll go in now and ask him if he minds
you helping me out on Saturday."

"Yeah I think that's a better plan, `cause if he did say no on Saturday
then you'd probably still be alright to get wanked off, but I wouldn't!"

"Look, the shops only round the corner, so get yerself hard, `cause he
always looks at me trousers!" he said glancing up at the sky. "And, hurry
'cause it looks like it's gonna piss down with rain soon."

"He should have a bloody field day then, since we've got on our school
uniform," Adam grinned, "and there ain't nothing like school uniform to
turn some blokes on."

"D'you think he'll recognise you, I mean `cause you went in not too long
ago to get a paper and check him out for me?"

"Who cares, he could see I was like him, so I reckon he'll jump at the
chance of having two us to play with. He knows you wants it and he's pretty
bloody sure I want's it as well, so lets have some fun."

"I `spose." replied Martin, excited at the prospect, nevertheless somewhat
nervous.

"Right come on then, now stick yer hand down yer trousers and get it hard,
we gotta look tempting when we goes in."

"I'm already bloody hard," Martin grinned, "this is a fucking gert turn on
as it is!"

"Maybe we could have wank after some place." Adam watched as Martin's hand
disappeared down the front of his grey trousers.

"Yeah, where, where though?"

"Dunno, just think about it, while we's in Mr Wanker's bloody newspaper
shop!"

The boys waited for a minute just out of sight of the shop to ensure that
there were no customers inside before they made their entrance, Martin led
the way in.

"Oh, Martin." Mr Maxwell immediately beamed and cast his eye over him,
especially his trousers. "You've still got your school uniform on, oh, oh
yes!"

"I, I.. uumm.. just popped in to see if it's still on for Saturday?" Martin
flushed aware that Mr Maxwell had already mentally seen through his
trousers to the semen stained white briefs and was now examining his
straining erection.

"Who's your friend?" purred Mr Maxwell, instantly recognising Adam, never
being one to forget a boys face or tenting fly. "Haven't you been in as a
customer?"

"That's me mate Adam." replied Martin noting Mr Maxwell's welcoming
response.

"Yeah, sometimes I pops in to get a paper for me dad." said Adam, his hand
actively buried very deep in his trouser pocket.

"Oh yes, I think remember." he replied, visions of Adam playing with
himself just as he was doing now flashed before him. "But, but not in
uniform."

Adam smiled knowingly, the smile was returned equally knowingly and
underlined by Mr Maxwell forcing his rapidly hardening cock into the edge
of the counter. Just as Adam had predicted he was unable to take his eyes
off the sight of the two boys with hands moving in his trouser pockets and
grey trouser material stretched tightly over bulges and briefs.

"You two, so you're very good friends then," now very aroused, Mr Maxwell
almost faltered unsure how to phrase the rest of the question, "I
mean.. uumm.. you do, do lots of things together then?"

Whilst Martin blushed, Adam jumped in with both feet and answered. "Oh
yeah, we does lots of things together don't us Mart, I don't `spose there
ain't much we ain't done or tried!"

Martin nodded, whatever it was that Adam exuded in a sexual sense it had
certainly captured Mr Maxwell's imagination and he couldn't take his eyes
off them both. To go in the shop wearing school uniform had been a master
stroke on Adam's part.

"You do?" Mr Maxwell cleared his throat, trying to regain control from Adam
who had said so little, but seemed to dominate the conversation.

"Yeah, we does everything." reaffirmed Adam giving what Mr Maxwell thought
could have been a wink. "Might be going camping in the holidays together."

"That's right, we only gotta small tent though, just big enough for two,
innit Adam?"

"Yeah, it'll be a tight fit, still that'll be cosy won't it!" Adam's fly
looked close to bursting, not at all helped by his exaggerated pocket
movements.

"A tight fit.. in a small tent.." repeated Mr Maxwell dreamily, "oh yes, I
can imagine!"

"It'll be fun, course if it rains I `spose that means we'll be stuck in the
tent!"

"Oh.. stuck inside.." Mr Maxwell's eyes opened wide at the very thought of
it, "oh!"

"Anyway, now..." Martin, now having seen how susceptible Mr Maxwell had
become to sexual innuendo decided it was time to finally ask the question,
he nudged Adam.

"Actually, we wanted to ask you something." said Adam.

"Oh, uumm, yes?" Mr Maxwell looked at the boys and in particular their
trousers. He was desperately hoping that Martin was not going to pull out
of completing the work in the stockroom as had happened with one of his
other dupes.

"Yeah, see I was, I was wondering if Adam could come and help me when I
comes in Saturday to finish the tiding up?" Martin managed a suitably
hopeful expression and rammed the irresistible offer home with an extra
bout of pocket orienteering.

"Yes, yes... but, you didn't have to ask, of course Adam can come along and
help." Mr Maxwell's underpants had been getting slightly damp, now they
were quite wet. "In fact you two could come here anytime to help out.. but,
only if you wanted!"

Adam smiled and looked at Martin. "Yeah, we might."

"And, this Saturday I'll pay Adam outta me own money, so you don't worry
about that." continued Martin pretending to ignore the obvious sexual
invitation.

"I'm sure I can find something to pay him with." Mr Maxwell glanced at
Adam, who very coyly returned the comment with extra pocket manipulations
guaranteed to force Mr Maxwell into the edge of the counter.

"Cor, thanks Mr M." said Martin, very aroused himself, particularly
standing next to Adam who if the truth were known really was having great
difficulty in stopping his cock from discharging any more than it already
was.

"Thanks, that'll be great," enthused Adam, "now Mart's sorta explained
things to me, but not everything so wot is we gotta do exactly?"

"Ah.. what has Martin said about what we've done so far?" there was a note
of caution was in his voice, the boys were minors after all and jail was a
possibility.

"Well, like I'd said there was lots of sorta adult books and you didn't
mind if I looked at few as I tidied `em up and... and.." Martin paused and
even blushed convincingly.

"Oh yes, that's right and," Mr Maxwell breathed a sigh of relief, "and so
I'll just leave you two to do it.. with the books... well... well you know
what I mean!"

"Oh.. oh.. I see.. so we carries on in the stockroom while yer out yer in
the shop?"

Adam feigned his innocence to perfection and concluded by giving Mr Maxwell
a very exaggerated wink, who immediately flushed and had to look the other
way. Martin trying not to laugh just hoped he could stave off ejaculation
until he had at least got out of the shop.

"Saturday morning then, I think we've all guessed... sorry, know what,
uumm.. what we're going to do..." Mr Maxwell's voice tailed off, his eyes
were greedily feasting on the two boys, unseen his tight red briefs were
now thoroughly soaked with semen.

"Now you won't work us too hard will you." replied Adam with grin, slowly
pulling his hands from his pockets he turned towards the door deliberately
silhouetting his obscenely bulging trousers. "Come on Mart, we'd better get
moving before it rains."

"We'll see you on Saturday then Mr M." added Martin with a smile.




After another evening spent in thought trying to counter the temptations of
the likes of Adam, Mark and Alfie the result was that Andy no further
forward the following morning. It was a problem that like the boys just
wouldn't go away, their constant presence doing little to help and merely
presenting the paradox. In theory it seemed so easy to resist the lure the
younger boys, but in practice having already sampled some of the pleasures
they could offer and persisted in offering, rejection was far easier said
then done. Besides, as he would always end up reminding himself, if nobody
knew he had partaken and really enjoyed a sexual act with one of them,
would it matter if it were repeated?

Since there was realistically no chance of breaking the cycle unless he or
they moved away and that was not to be, the answer was instead just as he
had concluded many times before. Quite simply to play it day by day and
just hope that the day in question didn't raise any real issues and of
vital important for him to maintain the pretence he had cultivated towards
both his peers and the boys.

Leaving the house that morning he looked up the road and was pleased to see
that for once he appeared to be allowed a journey to school without having
to give Mark or Alfie a lift. Not that he objected to their company, in
fact quite the contrary as he invariably found it sexually stimulating one
way or another, but that Friday he wanted some space to conclude his
thoughts.

The engine running, he put the car into gear and was about to pull away
only to hear a banging on the boot lid, behind in the mirror he saw Alfie
waving to him.

A second later the passenger door opened and a breathless Alfie climbed
into the passenger seat. "Was you going then?"

"Yeah, I was going then." Andy sighed. "Now I `spose we gotta wait for Mark
have we? Wot's he doing, still wanking?"

"Don't think so, not this morning." Alfie seemed a little surprised at
Andy's no nonsense response so early in the day. "Ain't you in a good
mood?"

"Sorry, didn't mean it like that." Andy smiled. "It's just things."

"Oh." Alfie looked hopefully at Andy, wondering what things in particular
were on his mind. "I can still get the bus if you wants?"

"No, course you can have lift, I was just thinking about something else,
d'you see?"

"Ta, `cause it'll be fun just you and me." Alfie shuffled on the seat and
smiled.

"So, you mean we don't have to wait for him then?" Andy was already
mentally putting himself into a younger mindset, it always seemed to happen
when Alfie was about just as his cock started stirring.

"Nah. Let's just go, he's been throwing up all night, so he ain't coming."
replied Alfie thinking Mark's vomiting had been the most exciting morning
event for weeks.

"He's been throwing wot?" asked Andy not having quite heard what had been
said.

"He's been sick all night ain't he, started about two o'clock I thinks and
he woke the whole house up!" Alfie couldn't help grinning. "Stupid greedy
sod, it's `cause he ate a gert sausage roll that some kid gave him, I
thinks it musta been off, wunnit?"

"Oh, d'you mean he's been vomiting." said Andy. "The poor sod!"

"Yeah. Now mums right pissed off, `cause she's had to mop it all up!" Alfie
started to giggle. "Have you noticed when yer sick there's always them
carrots and tomatoes in it, even if you ain't eaten none?"

"Well yeah, oh bloody hell Alfie it's too early for this!"

"From the shouting and stuff wot I heard, he's spewed up all over the
bedclothes so it's no wonder she's got all pissed off is it?" continued
Alfie unabated.

"You can't blame her for getting angry can you?"

"Nah, `spose not." Alfie was still grinning and plainly revelling in Mark's
seismic gastric disaster, doubtless the whole of his class would soon know
all the revolting details. "Can you imagine the gert mess in his bed with
all them tomatoes and that sorta smelly shit stuck to his spunky pyjamas!"

His earlier concerns having melted away, Andy couldn't help smiling, just
what was it about Alfie? Was it that he was at that blissfully naive age of
twelve when little other than sexual discovery occupied his mind? Whatever,
Andy was almost hard.

"Right well lets get going then." he said releasing the handbrake and
moving off. "Shall we talk about something else other than wot's come outta
Mark's stomach?"

"Oh, yeah I knows," Alfie poked his nose and paused, he'd been waiting for
the right time to raise something, this he thought was the ideal
opportunity, "yer, seeing how Mark ain't yer with us, there's something I
wanna sorta say."

"Yeah and wot's that?" now at the junction at the bottom of the road, Andy
looked both ways, unprepared for what Alfie was about to try to put into
words.

"Well see.." Alfie paused again and looked around, a hand was in his
pocket, it seemed for once he was trying to adjust something in his
trousers without actually being noticed, "it's uumm.."

"It's uumm wot?" trying to sound very casual Andy drove on, having noticed
the activity his own erection twitched expectantly.

"Well uumm.. you knows I does things with, well uumm... y'know.." Alfie
looked out the window as he spoke, his hand still in the pocket.

"Yeah I knows you does things.." at which point Andy couldn't stop himself
finishing the sentence with what was on his mind, "in fact, it looks like
yer doing 'em now!"

"Oh shit!" exclaimed Alfie, sounding genuinely embarrassed at having been
seen. "You wasn't `sposed to notice.. it's just that it won't go down
`cause.. cause I ain't done it.. well you knows, ain't had time, like wot
with Mark and that."

"Sorry, I didn't think, `cause you usually makes sure I can see you playing
with it!"

"No I don't!"

Alfie was red with embarrassment, it was true and they both knew it. For
Alfie the reasons why he did it were difficult to explain, being all part
of a tangled web which wove friendship, adulation and sex together that he
didn't even understand himself. The truth was he, like other younger boys
were simply drawn by Andy's incredibly charismatic appeal and the perceived
younger persona that he exuded.

Driving was difficult enough as it was. But now made to feel rather guilty
and not wishing to upset Alfie who seemed unusually sensitive to the joke,
it was a reflex reaction that made Andy reach over put his hand on his bare
knee. Andy's hand was hot, Alfie's knee was cool, to Alfie it was akin to
an electric shock, he looked up and smiled immediately thinking his
unspoken dreams were being warmly reciprocated.

"Now don't get upset, I ain't laughing at you or nothing," said Andy
trying, but failing miserably to concentrate on the traffic and instead
returning the smile, another gesture which Alfie assumed condoned his
confused feelings. "I'd never upset you, we all gets 'em, in fact I got one
now!"

"Wot I was trying to say was..." Alfie stopped in mid-sentence, suddenly he
changed the intended ending, really changed it, "that... that wot you got
one now?"

A picture spoke a thousand words. Alfie stopped, it looked as though it was
actually going to happen and that Andy really did want the physical contact
that he did. Lifting the hand off his knee he planted it firmly on top the
bulge in his shorts and forced himself up into it.

"Fucking hell!" cried Andy pulling his hand away. "We can't do that, it's,
it's..."

"It's wot?" the spell was broken, Alfie's voice all but cracked. "It's
wot?"

"It's, it's just that I'm older, so it, it ain't right." mumbled Andy
looking wildy round for somewhere to stop. "Let me pull over."

Surprised, Alfie didn't say anymore, he merely looked straight ahead and
blinked as Andy pulled up in a side street.

"Alfie.. see.."

"I thought you was me real friend." interrupted Alfie sniffing and looking
close to tears which was the last thing that Andy needed at that time of
morning. "`cause I does things with Mart and Mark and.. and I knows you
does.. so, so if you does it with them and I does it with them... then,
then why can't us two do something?"

"But.. but.." there was no escaping the truth, neither was there escaping
the fact that Andy wanted to be inside Alfie's grey shorts and had just
refused an invitation.

"They two's alright, but we does things together don't we? We mends yer car
and that and, and I likes you and I knows you likes me and, and.." Alfie
stopped to wipe his nose on his sleeve.

Stunned, Andy waited expectantly unaware Alfie was about to let the cat
right out of the bag. In between sniffing and rubbing his eyes he gabbled
on to confirm what Andy already knew but most definitely never wanted to
hear from the younger boy.

"And, and, I knows you looks at me.. and I knows we jokes about wanking
when we really means it... and I knows you wanna do it with me.. and I
thinks of doing it with you at bedtime... and, and you gotta thing about
looking at boys pants and.. and..."

"And? And, wot?" hot and flustered Andy could barely speak.

"Well... listen see.."

Andy did indeed listen in horror as Alfie continued to relay an accurate
list of his sexual predilections. There was no doubt Alfie was far more
astute sexually than Andy had ever thought. Worse, every word was true.

"And.. and, well I thinks of you as gert big, big brother like older than
that wanky Mark and, and so if we's brothers then it's alright to do things
together innit, things like the sucking I does with Mark won't it?"

"Oh my god!"

Alfie's feelings for him were palpable, never had Andy imagined they were
this intense nor, come to that how much he now realised he felt for
him. His emotional barrier already low he blinked and tried to turn away,
but it was too late.

"No, no! Oh fuck! Please don't get upset!" cried Alfie, by now desperately
holding back tears himself.

The last couple of days had for Alfie been something of a sexual
rollercoaster and exacerbated by Sophie's added involvement, leaving him
more than a little confused as to what sex between brother and sister
should or not be all about. Simple logic told him that if it was acceptable
between brothers, then why wasn't it right between brother and sister? The
question worried him to the point where he was concerned he had broken some
dreadful taboo and dire consequences would follow if he were found
out. Besides, at his level who was there he could really ask and trust
anyway in relation to such a delicate subject?

The sudden release of his feelings towards Andy were part of that
increasing stress. Sadly, what he didn't appreciate was that he was now
unwittingly putting additional pressure on Andy, who's fragile mental state
was so easily thrown off balance with his own ongoing inner turmoil.

Alfie blamed himself for upsetting him. Unable to think of anything else
grabbed Andy's hand and held on to it tightly. "I shouldn't have said
nothing, even though I knows you likes boys and not girls. I don't mind,
but is we still gonna be friends?"

"We'll still be friends, it's alright." said Andy quietly after a long
pause and a monumental effort in an attempt compose himself. "Alfie, we
gotta have a little talk, but not here and not now. Let's get to school
before we're late."

"I didn't mean to upset you or nothing, just that I've been a bit messed up
lately."  Alfie, squeezed the hand even tighter. "You is still me friend
ain't you?"

"Of course I'm yer friend," Andy swallowed, he desperately wanted to hug
Alfie, quite how he resisted he didn't know, "we must keep this a secret,
it's our secret."

"Yeah, I won't tell nobody. Promise" Alfie voice sounded a little
brighter. "Sorry I said all them things about you, but I wasn't making 'em
up was I, `cause they're true ain't they?."

"No, you wasn't. Yer right about all of it," Andy blinked, Alfie's naive
honesty was one of his most endearing features. "but, how long have you
known?"

"Ages innit? I seen you watching when me or Mark when bends over or plays
with our willy's through the pocket... and, and yer always dropping hints
about wanking or pants or something like that." Alfie smiled as only he
could. "I quite likes it and I don't care if you does like boys, `cause yer
so nice and you takes a gert interest in showing me car things and that
stuff."

"Oh fucking hell." Andy sighed, plainly Alfie had seen through any pretence
very early on. "Does Mark know?"

"Nah, don't be silly he don't look further than the end of his willy!"
Alfie pulled the hand towards him and for the second time pushed down onto
his shorts. "Yer look, if all that's true then, then this is wot you really
wants innit? See, you can feel me willy through me shorts!"

"But it ain't right Alfie, it's all to do with our ages." repeated Andy
lamely, making no attempt to remove his hand, the second invitation having
been accepted as was the head of Alfie's erection now pushing through the
shorts into the palm of his hand.

"Maybe it ain't, but yer only a couple of years older than out Mark." he
smiled again. "Don't pull it away, I knows it's through me shorts but have
a gert feel of me willy, it's wot we both wants innit?"

"We both wants?" Andy's mouth was dry.

"Yeah, course we both does, don't we?" Alfie could feel the fingers digging
into him and pressing down on his cock. "After school we could go some
place in yer car, I got me blue pants on today!"

"I dunno... Alfie, it ain't right." repeated Andy somewhat lamely very
slowly pulling his hand away. "Now come on, we've got to get to school."

"It don't matter if it ain't right, `cause now we both knows wot we wants."

"Maybe... but I really gotta think about it." Andy started the engine,
however on turning round to see it was safe to pull out noticed to his
horror that Alfie had now pushed a hand right down the inside of his
shorts. "Gawd, wot the hell you doing?"

"It's alright," giggling inanely Alfie looked up, "I'm just having me
morning wank! I'll cum in me pants, so nobody'll know!"

"Well put yer fucking bag on top so nobody can see wot yer doing!"

After all that had gone before Andy was determined he was not going to look
or get further involved even though Alfie presumably hoped he would.
Praying he could retain his composure until they at least reached the
school he drove quickly off only to be further thrown by a comment Alfie
made after he had lifted his bag on his lap.

"Sorry about wanking, but if I don't I'm gonna have a gert accident in
class or something," he looked up trying to catch Andy's eye, "thing is we
don't have to do nothing when we're together, although I really does wanna
wank with you and all that, but really see, I just loves being with you!"

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