Date: Thu, 12 Feb 2015 23:54:18 +0000 From: tom Subject: Lab Tech Chapter 10 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 comments, suggestions, good bad or indifferent always welcome. Tom email: amias09@fastmail.fm ############################################################################### Chapter 10 – A firm rogering by a dextrous digit "So will you?" "If you really want me to." "Next week?" Andy looked hopefully at Tim. "Where then?" "I don't know. In fact I don't even know where you live, I mean just the city, I don't want the actual address." "Bristol." said Andy. "And you?" "Same, Bristol. It's a big city, so meet where then?" asked Tim, "Somewhere public so umm.. what about.. about... I know. What about that Wimpy bar on Park Street?" "Yeah. When?" "It'll have to be Friday morning, I've other things I must do in between and it's my last chance before starting my new job next week." "Oh, right." Andy nodded in agreement, the meeting taking priority over any other social matters. "Friday that would great." "OK, now will you do something for me and explain a little of what this is all about." Having calmed down considerably Andy began to given a rather sketchy, if jumbled account of events to date, from which it was obvious to Tim that he needed some help to cope with the realisation that he was in all probability, homosexual. Andy's situation was far from new, Tim having accepted his own homosexuality early on had helped others come to terms with it when he was at school and later at university. That aside, despite the few years age difference the two had immediately seemed to get on very easily with Andy almost deferring to Tim as an elder brother. Now it was Tim's turn to look at Andy. "Look this is important, we're only talking though things with the object of trying to sort you out a bit, nothing else... no sex, you understand that?" "Yeah but, we can still be friends can't we." said Andy happy in the knowledge that he seemed to have found somebody he could confide in. Not that there was anything against Peter who had been extremely helpful and supportive, it was more that Tim was slightly younger and he didn't have to work with him every day. "If you want, yes, but," said Tim, "but, there's one more thing." "Wot's that then?" Andy sounded worried, was something that could jeopardise his new found friendship? "At least do your fly up!" "Oh shit!" he looked down. The fly was pretty much undone exposing the white of his underpants, worse the jeans still quite wet in places with some ominous stains all around the fly. "I don't think your washing really helped, it looks like you just spread it all about!" "Shit!" repeated Andy pulling on the zip. "Hope mum don't notice." "They'll be dry by the time you get home," Tim grinned, "but I'm not sure about all the stains though!" "Oi! Andy!" "Oh fuck!" exclaimed Andy on looking up the promenade. "Oh no, fuck! It's Martin and... and.. Adam." "Which ones Adam?" "The one nearest the sea wall." said Andy quietly. His composure was visibly slipping, something quite obvious to Tim. "Now calm down, hold yourself together like I told you," said Tim, "because you've got to drive them home yet. I'll make a joke about finding you in a total mess in the toilet." "Don't, please don't say nothing to them that we're gonna meet up will you?" asked Andy anxiously as they approached. "No, no, that's nothing to do with them is it. That's our secret." "Oh...uumm... Andy.. who...uumm.." Martin looked at Adam, both being definitely somewhat surprised to realise that sitting together on the sea wall the two had obviously been deep in conversation. Smiling Tim stood up having decided to take the lead since Andy looked as though had gone totally flat again. "One of you must be Andy's brother?" "Me, Martin." said Martin puzzled that a complete stranger appeared to know of his existence. "Sorry, I'm Tim," said Tim offering his hand, "I found Andy in a bit of state in the toilet, looked as though he'd had a shower with his clothes on! So we just sat here in the sun and chatted whilst he dried off a bit." "Oh." Martin smiled back having satisfied himself that Tim quite obviously wasn't a monster. "He's been gone so long we thought we ought to find him!" "I'm Adam." he stepped forward and offered his hand, Tim took it. Even if he hadn't been told of Adam's orientation he would have guessed, just as Adam had a feeling that Tim wasn't all he seemed either. "You dry then?" asked Martin looking at Andy. "Nearly, another few minutes, sun's really hot here." "Well I think I'll leave you all to it now that he's drying out so quickly," Tim smiled and made to walk back down the promenade, "enjoy the rest of your day." "Ah, well I `spose we might as well have a rest for a minute as well then." said Adam sitting down next to Andy on the wall. "Good idea." Martin sat himself down on Andy's other side. "Thanks, thanks for your help." called out Andy as Tim walked off, he turned briefly and waved well aware that if he were to meet Andy again then he shouldn't prolong contact with the other boys and raise their suspicions. "See wot you've been missing." said Martin to Andy. "Wot?" Andy sounded nervous wondering if the comment in some way referred to Tim, not only that but he had a strange feeling in his stomach and couldn't bring himself to look in Adam's direction. "This," replied Martin reaching across in front of his brother and thrust his hand between Adam's legs, "he ain't got no pants on!" Martin's hand knew exactly what it was doing, with the head of Adam's cock barely concealed by the leg of his shorts, it was soon in sight nestling on the palm of his hand as his fingers worked the foreskin back. "It's all hot and sticky!" exclaimed Martin in delight. "Wot d'you expect after wot you done to it just now!" Adam grinned at Martin, then turned to Andy. "You know yer brother's a real cocksucker, you wanna get him to do you one night!" "Keep yer bloody voice down!" said Martin looking round in alarm. "Oh fuck! You're gonna get us all arrested!" added Andy in panic. Under any other circumstances Andy would have been only too keen to have taken an interest in the conversation, but with Adam present he wasn't sure he could stop himself breaking down in front of Martin. Besides which, he had just realised that sitting opposite a public toilet with two younger boys, one with a hand up the others shorts whilst declaring the joys of fellatio was not the ideal situation to be found in. There was no denying that where sex was concerned both Adam and Martin were very highly charged and couldn't really keep their hands off each other. Martin, now totally liberated from his solo role was unable to resist touching Adam, who in turn delighted in the fumbling attention he was being subjected to. Adam though was astute enough to know that he was very much the object of both brothers desires and that Andy had pulled back from his previous advances. The reasons for which he rightly surmised were that in addition to Andy fearing his own homosexual desires, Martin had now entered the picture and appeared insatiable. Somehow without revealing too much of his confused state Andy managed to get through the morning and into the early afternoon before using the excuse of impending traffic as an excuse to start the homeward journey. Other than some knowing glances, Adam purposely left Andy out of the fun and games and focused his attention on Martin, who by now just couldn't get enough of being groped. Unfortunately for Andy the temptations of the flesh were not to be escaped by merely driving them all home, especially since neither Adam nor Martin were able to keep their hands off each other. "We'll both go in the back." said Martin as they approached the car. "Yeah." agreed Adam only too aware that both he and Martin had maintained their erections since mid-morning. "No! No. No, it'll be too distracting with you two fucking about if I've gotta drive!" "Oh!" Much to Martin's surprise Andy sounded quite firm, "Mart you can come in the front, `cause it's Adam turn to go in the back anyway innit?" "Yeah, I `spose." disappointed Martin looked at Adam, "if that's wot you want." "It is." replied Andy thinking at least now he would not be sat next to Adam. "It's alright, I'll go in the back." Adam winked at Martin. "Anyway, be a good chance to let me cock recover, you ain't left it alone since we been out!" "Well, you've been at mine as well." "I can see that and it's still up innit!" Adam laughed. "Yeah and I can see yours is too!" replied Martin bending down to look at Adam's shorts. "Oh fucking hell," interrupted Andy knowing it wasn't going to be long before he was erect himself, "never mind yer cocks, just get in the bloody car, let's get home." "Keep yer hair on we're only having a laugh." said Martin. "No, it's keep yer pants on!" Martin started to giggle and squeezed the front of his shorts. "I ain't got none on, yer brothers wearing mine!" Adam laughed. "Fucking hell, will you get in the car!" Andy opened the passenger door and pulled the front seat forward to allow Adam to get in. Knowing he was wearing Martin's shorts without any underpants, Adam squeezed past Andy purposely rubbing against him and then bent over very slowly before turning round and sitting down at which point Martin burst out laughing. "Wot's up now?" asked Andy desperately trying to discourage his erection from getting any harder after Adam had brushed against him. "Well look!" Martin pointed a wobbly finger towards Adam and the reddened head of his cock that was sticking out of the leg of his shorts. "Fucking hell!" breathed Andy unable to stop staring, savouring the sight for yet another nightime fantasy. "Andy, can't I go in the back?" asked Martin again. "No you bloody can't! Get in the front and let's get out of here." he snapped. "Well fuck you too!" retorted Martin, surprised at Andy's sudden show of temper. "Sorry.. I'm sorry Mart.. I'm..." his voice trailed off, he looked at the dashboard, "I'm, I'm not quite meself today." "Mart, I think he's a bit overcome with it all." said Adam quickly on seeing that Andy was wavering on the point of breaking down. "Let's face it, it's been one hell of a seaside trip ain't it?" "Yeah, alright, you're right. I `spose we've done things we ain't never done before." Martin looked at his brother, he certainly didn't look his usual happy self. "Hey, was that was that meant to be a joke, overcome?" Adam laughed. "No, but yer bloody right, I think one way or the other we're all a bit overcome." "Well I am, I've done it three times since we've been here today!" Martin nudged Andy and winked. "Come on let's go home." replied Andy some weakly. By the time they were nearly halfway back all had recovered their equilibrium. Andy now feeling secure in the contained world of his car, knowing he was going home where he could contemplate Adam in the comfort of his own room was at last smiling again. "Wot the fucks that!" exclaimed Martin, turning round to see the ankle of Adam's right leg resting on the back of the seat behind his head. "Just stretching a bit." replied Adam from the horizontal position lying across the back seat. "That all." said Martin having immediately noticed that he could see all the way up the legs of Adam's shorts. He blinked and took a second look. "For the minute!" Adam grinned. "Well just keep yer bloody legs off my seat or we'll end up crashing or something." said Andy after quickly glancing to see what the fuss was about. "It's alright you can leave it there, it's nice to rest me head on." said Martin, turning to wink at Adam as he did so. "That's wot I thought you might say." Adam pulled the left leg shorts to one side allowing his cock to spring into view. "Well as long as it's just his leg." Andy, now almost back on a level keel thought it best to keep his eyes on the road and try to ignore whatever else was happening between the two sex charged boys. "Wouldn't stretch that far anyway!" replied Adam with a laugh. "Pity, you could have made a fortune with it in a circus!" retorted Andy. Martin said nothing, knowing that his own cock was trying to burst from his shorts. He watched open mouthed as Adam raised the temperature even further by pushing a finger inside his foreskin to blatantly rub the sticky head hidden within. "Now," said Adam, knowing that Martin was totally mesmerised, "are you sitting comfortably?" "Wot? Why?" gasped Martin. Adam didn't reply as such, instead putting the index finger of his right hand across his lips to indicate that Martin should remain silent, before pushing it inside his mouth and sucking it for a few seconds. Much to Martin's amazement the finger was deliberately, very slowly withdrawn and the arm lowered, the finger eventually disappearing up the opening formed by the right leg of Adam's shorts. "Hhhmmm..." murmured Adam, his facial expression confirming the utter delight of the extensive anal exploration that was publicly taking place. "Wot... wot..." Martin's voice was barely audible. There was no doubt what the fingers were doing inside the shorts, never had Martin expected to see anybody doing what he considered to be such a very personal thing in public. That was not to say he hadn't tried it himself on a few occasions, although combining the invariable thoughts of cleanliness and a far too gentle approach were never destined to attain anything like the level of satisfaction that Adam was currently enjoying. Fully aware that Martin was in a very aroused state and correctly guessing if he had been able he would probably have involuntarily ejaculated in his shorts, Adam released the grip on his cock and after making the pretence of checking the foreskin pushed it back under his shorts. Slowly the other hand was withdrawn leaving Martin staring at the fingers wondering if there were anything to see. Adam knowing exactly what was going through Martin's mind simply sniffed the fingers and smiled. "You two have gone quiet." said Andy breaking the silence. Taking his eyes off the road to look over his shoulder to see that nothing untoward appeared to be going on. "Just enjoying the ride." replied Adam innocently from the back seat. "Have.. do.. uumm.. Adam.. have you.." Martin was lost for words at what he had just seen and was having difficulty in phrasing his question. "Have do I wot?" asked Adam laughing at Martin's confusion. "Well.. uumm... have you.. uumm.." unable to get his words in order he simply blurted out the question that both he and his brother had always wondered about. "Have I wot?" "Have you ever been fucked? Wot, wot.. I mean is.. how d'you really do it?" Surprised at the bluntness of his brother question Andy listened, gripped the steering wheel tighter but said nothing. "Oh yeah, loads!" Adam sounded almost nonchalant, he wasn't exaggerating, it was the truth and he most certainly had a taste for it. "Course I have! Wot else can you do nights in a boarding school!" "You mean somebody shoves their cock up yer bum.. is that wot really happens?" Martin was past being embarrassed at showing his ignorance and simply wanted some answers. Andy continued to listen with great interest, although having some first hand knowledge of the subject from his dreadful experience when he was younger and abused by the older boys. Adam knowing he had finally brought the conversation round to what he really wanted to talk about decided to make the brothers an offer he hoped they could not and would not refuse. "You two could fuck me if you wanted to know how to do it properly!" "Wot! Fuck you!" said Andy in total surprise. "You're bloody joking?" "No I ain't, I likes you both. Obviously you couldn't do it at the same time, have to be on different days to be fair wouldn't it?" "You really mean it?" Martin sounded incredulous. "Honest? Nah, yer fucking joking!" "No I ain't. Course I want you to, wouldn't say so otherwise would I? And, well besides.." "Besides wot?" interrupted Martin excitedly. "Since leaving that other school I've been fucking missing it ain't I!" Adam looking a little pink managed a big grin. "I wanna cock to shoot a gert load of hot spunk up me bum! I'm tired of wanking with a bloody carrot stuffed up it!" "Oh fucking hell!" said Andy under his breath knowing he couldn't possibly resist, something confirmed by his heart feeling as though it had missed several beats. "Carrots?" queried Martin in total innocence. "Yeah, you'll need some lube as well." "Wot's lube?" asked Martin naively. "Don't you know nothing?" said Adam on realising Martin was an absolute innocent. "Not a lot," embarrassed Martin shook his head, "only wot I've worked out for meself." "Lube. Anything, soap or hand cream that will make the carrot slip up yer bumhole!" "Oh." Martin now felt a bit of fool, it was so obvious. "I didn't think." "Well if you've never done it, then you wouldn't know would you?" said Adam seeing how silly Martin thought he appeared and certainly wasn't out to embarrass either brother. "One day this half-term week I think you gotta have a lesson about how healthy carrots and other things is for you!" "It will be this week?" asked Martin anxiously. "Other things?" "I hope so, but me mum wants me to go with her and see some of her mouldy old relations or something and I don't know what day she's got in mind." "You will let us know won't you?" this time it was Andy who sounded anxious. "Course I will, `cause I can't bloody wait much longer either!" he grinned. "If we can't all fit it in this week, we'll maybe try the weekend or one evening." "Right." said Martin unable to believe what was promised to be in store. He looked across at Andy who was plainly having difficulty trying to concentrate on the road. "Now, work out who's going first," Adam grinned, "or maybe you should toss for it!" The half-term week seemed to have had gone pretty quickly and by Thursday, Andy having had a couple of days respite from seeing Adam had managed to get his emotions back under some form of control. That was not to say that thoughts of the younger Adam could be readily entertained without a guilty conscience, but at least he could give himself some latitude. Later that same morning Martin found he was to be taken, albeit very unwillingly after a disagreement with his mother, to buy some new school shoes. Despite his protestations that he was quite capable of buying a pair of shoes on his own, it was not to be and they set off leaving Andy with strict instructions from his mother to listen out for the postman since she was expecting a parcel. However knowing it was rare to be left in the house when everybody else was out, Andy immediately formulated a plan to pass the time based on a fantasy of what he and Adam would be doing to each other when the opportunity to fuck him finally came around. After a rapid trip to the kitchen he ran back upstairs to the bathroom clutching what to him appeared to be the most perfect brace of carrots, next the bathroom cabinet was equally rewarding and yielded his mothers bottle of Nivea hand lotion. Back in the bedroom he arranged the pillows so that he could lie on the bed with his bottom raised and his legs, bent at the knee dangling over the low footboard of the bed, the accoutrements lying by the bed. All that now remained was to insert the designated carrot in the appropriate orifice, conjure up visions of Adam and masturbate until he reached a state of oblivion. Although in all honesty, it should be said that Andy was a mere novice when it came to vegetables and matters of the sphincter. Previous attempts at attaining anal satisfaction were not very authoritative as the essential lack of a firm rogering by a dextrous digit were doomed to non-climatic failure. This time though he was really excited. Sporting a magnificent erection so hard it almost ached and dressed in Adam's very misshapen, heavily stained Y-fronts he lay on the pillows with his bottom in the air and his legs dangling over the footboard. Convinced that he was about to experience the earth move or at the very least, manage to actually insert the smaller of the two carrots and then pretend it was Adam's cock inside him he took a deep breath. Selecting up the smaller carrots from the floor beside the bed, he squirted some of the Nivea into the palm of his hand and rolled the carrot around in it until it was thoroughly slippery. Of course only then did he consider that filling his palm with a runny lotion was not a particularly good idea since gravity intervened and there were no real means of getting the lubricant up to the appropriate orifice without it running back down. A minor problem he thought, grasping the carrot so tightly that the lotion started to squeeze between his fingers he pushed his hand inside the briefs, inadvertently coating everything in it's path with the scented liquid. The next step of fumbling around with slippery fingers whilst trying not to loose the carrot and simultaneously prod his sphincter into submission was, he considered well worth all the effort even if somewhat messy. Eventually, pleasure took precedence over worries of personal hygiene and he found a finger firmly inserted deep into the awaiting hole to be very enjoyable. If it only took a finger could produce such feelings, then whatever might the slippery carrot offer! After further fumbling and much prodding he decided that although not as yielding as the finger the carrot was nevertheless a more filling experience. Why he reasoned hadn't he bothered with it before, whatever he was now quite determined to run a repeat in the future, particularly having also discovered the joys of sliding the carrot in and out against the pull of the sphincter muscle whilst masturbating with his other hand. Having now recognised that not only was the lowly carrot of great nutritional value that helped you seen in the dark but, as many an adventurous adolescent had discovered it possessed hidden qualities. Using yet more of his mothers precious hand lotion to aid the continuing masturbation he looked down at the floor to see the larger specimen looking enticingly back in his direction. The more he looked at it the more he concluded that with that fully inserted he really could pretend it was Adam's cock inside him. Continuing to staring at the large carrot on the floor beside the bed, he managed to remove his hand from his cock and quite successfully manoeuvre it inside his briefs it to grasp the smaller carrot and keep it inserted whilst reaching to the floor to preparing the larger one with his other hand. Managing to keep wiggling the small carrot whilst bringing up the bigger one he pushed it under the elastic of his briefs, adding yet more hand lotion to the pillows beneath. Feeling very pleased with himself and looking forward to a lightening carrot type changeover he pushed the small carrot right in one last time. Totally immersed in the ongoing fantasy, he felt now ready for the Adam sized vegetable and gripping the end of the small carrot prepared to pull it out. Rrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiinnnnnnningggggggggggg went the doorbell! "Fucking assholes!" he exclaimed having been so abruptly awaken from his dream he virtually leapt off the bed in surprise. "It's that fucking parcel!" he added with considerable feeling landing back on top the pile of soggy pillows. Only then did he realise the baby carrot he had been holding had disappeared! Rrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiinnnnnnningggggggggggg went the doorbell for a second time! Wherever the carrot had gone he didn't care, utter panic was now the order of the day. Not wishing to upset his mother further after her heated altercation with Martin earlier over the shoes, he bowed to parcel power and set about getting at least some of his clothes back on in order to answer the front door as quickly as he could. Naturally, his clothes had been thrown over the other side of the bed in the initial excitement so he grabbed at what clothes were lying nearest. Thus, partially dressed in the old trousers and shirt he used for mending the car, replete with hand lotion soaked underpants, no socks he rushed out of the room. Still trying to fasten the trousers as he headed for the stairs it seemed only to be expected that his bottom and anal tract would be feeling rather odd after an inaugural anal session such as he had just enjoyed. There wasn't really time to dwell on the matter despite the fact it did feel very odd, uncomfortable to the point where for a fleeting moment he wondered if he had really hurt himself in the pursuit of pleasure. Thundering down the stairs three at a time and landing with an enormous crash at the bottom he discovered to his absolute horror such an excess display of energy, on top of all the previous anal exercise it really felt as though he had now performed an involuntary bowel movement! For a few moments he simply froze on the spot, unable to contemplate anything more embarrassing. Rrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiinnnnnnningggggggggggg went the doorbell for the third time! "Just hang on!" he shouted. Gingerly holding the seat of his trousers he felt around, the threadbare material was already feeling wet from the excess of hand lotion absorbed by his briefs. Far worse than that, he now knew that there was indeed something hot trapped between his buttocks. Rrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiinnnnnnningggggggggggg went the doorbell for the fourth time! "Whoever you are why don't you just fuck off!" he said to himself angrily on approaching the front door. Keeping his legs tightly clamped together for fear of an unmentionable accident that would do justice to a nappy he fumbled with the lock, his fingers slippery with Nivea. Keeping out of sight he opened the door just enough to peer cautiously outside. ################################## Chap 11 to follow