Date: Wed, 25 Mar 2015 08:59:42 +0000 From: tom Subject: Lab Technician Chapter 13 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 13 – Ramifications Just like the late afternoon sun, sweetness and light had finally engulfed the inhabitants of number twenty-two Westleaze Avenue. A snack lunch proved very beneficial with Martin finally making peace with his mother over the shopping fiasco, whereas Andy had bowed to her wishes and wisely changed out of his sperm impregnated clothes, reluctantly depositing the old garments into the dustbin. Albeit he was loath to let the slimy, wet briefs go since they were a very tangible reminder of Adam and what had happened that morning. Having lovingly folded them and put them in a paper bag, they were in time honoured tradition then secreted under his bed, although as every astute parent knew it was the first place to look should items of a naughty nature ever require hiding! At some stage in the middle of the afternoon Mrs Lewis had gone off to the post office accompanied by Martin who wanted to cement the peace and also visit the cycle shop in the same rank of shops to get a puncture outfit. Andy took the opportunity to lock himself in the bathroom, shakily holding his fathers convex shaving mirror between his legs he plucked up enough courage he looked down to try to see what dreadful injury he had inflicted on himself. Having on numerous previous occasions used the mirror when masturbating whilst delicately prodding at himself he knew full well what things in that region normally looked like. Sadly though, nothing looked as it ever did before. Where once there was a tender young rosebud, now there was something the size of ring doughnut which seemed to radiate an unhealthy red glow in the mirror. To say he was shocked was an understatement, frightened would be a more apt description. It was no wonder that walking had become painful since it had swollen so much as to be rubbing between his buttocks, at least there was no sign of blood. Would some antiseptic ointment help? All that was in the bathroom cabinet was the very end of a tube of Savlon, squeezing what little he could from the crumpled tube it was with some trepidation that attempted to apply it, almost leaping in the air as his finger started to spread it around. The painful operation completed he returned to his room and lay on the bed intending to rest for a few minutes to let his bottom recover, but it was no surprise after the days frenetic activity he quickly fell asleep. Somewhere around half-past four in the afternoon something stirred in his sub-conscious generating a delicious feeling, almost as though his cock was being gently stroked. Whether it was due to the full technicolour vision of Adam astride him in the school playground as boys masturbated all over them or that of him astride the so very appealing third year boy with the glasses in a crowded school toilet it didn't really matter, he let out a moan of delight. Martin's hand slid deftly through the open fly to rest on top of the ribbed cotton, slightly sticky to the touch it encased not only a very swollen cock, but the fragrances emanating from the matted pubic hair choked with congealed semen and Nivea lotion. Martin hadn't intended groping his brother, he'd just gone to find him to ask when he wanted to repair the puncture. However, on finding him so soundly asleep with such an obvious erection in his jeans that just begged to be handled he couldn't resist. Even having been being thoroughly abused earlier that morning, Andy's reddened cock nevertheless responded willingly to Martin's gentle touch to produce the merest wet spot. Quite understandably, just as Andy had an erection to be proud of, by then so had Martin. Pausing for a second to listen for signs that his mother wasn't close by, he decided to throw caution to the wind, unzipped his fly and pushed a hand down the front of his briefs. Two hands were better than one, so the old proverb went which left Martin putting it to the test, although it was a racing certainty that under the circumstances he was likely to ejaculate before his comatose brother. Maybe it was the added spice of being caught by his mother or that Andy might suddenly wake up, whatever it wasn't more that a couple of minutes before an absolute deluge of spunk filled his briefs. Precious fluids were not be wasted, transferring some warm spunk to his brothers cock to help eliminate friction on the already visibly reddened organ Martin continued to attend to matters even though Andy, who whilst incredibly hard showed no sign of ejaculating. Wondering whether her dare lick the end of Andy's cock Martin idly rubbed the spunk all around his cock and pubic hair until it was all one delightfully, great sticky mess. Pausing to take stock of his handiwork, he was on the verge of bending down to lick the end of Any's cock when his mother's voice reverberated up the stairs shattering the peace. "Martin, what are you doing up there, I though you were going to wake Andy, if sleeps any more he'll never go to sleep tonight." "Right mum, right!" he called back in panic, immediately realising that distributing semen over himself, Andy and their clothes had not been the brightest thing to do since it curtailed any movement, until he had at least wiped his hands and fastened his flies. "Wot.. wot's going on?" Martin's voice and movements now woke Andy who blinked, finally opening his eyes to look groggily around. "Wot you been fucking doing?" It was rather an obvious question, particularly as Martin was still sat on the bed attempting to keep his slimy erection within the confines of his sagging briefs. "Fuck! You been in me jeans!" exclaimed Andy noticing his fly was unzipped. Martin flushed. "Sorry, couldn't help it, the sight of you was too much!" "And, you cum in yer pants!" Andy started to grin as the reality of the situation dawned, he moved to get a closer look. "Gawd, that's a fucking load and a half, they're soaking wet!" "Are you two coming down then?" called voice from downstairs. "Well go on then," said Andy, "quick, bugger off downstairs and see what she wants, don't let her see the fucking mess you've made! I'm going for a piss!" Martin stood up and with some difficulty managed to fasten his jeans over his erection without smearing too much spunk over them. Much to Andy's amusement he walked very awkwardly towards the landing, his pubic hairs already feeling the pulling power of semen and being caught in the zip. Watching him go down the stairs Andy willed himself to get up off his bed. Having guessed it was probably going to be painful to walk, he wasn't prepared for just how awful it actually was. His sphincter now thoroughly inflamed was extracting it's terrible revenge for being forced to accommodate Mr Stanley's yellow screwdriver, making even the smallest leg movement agony. Gritting his teeth he made it to the bathroom, where once again using his fathers shaving mirror peered between his legs, nothing appeared very discernible other than the swollen red mass which looked even bigger, the situation rather akin to Quatermass and the pit. The unyielding denim of his jeans added to the discomfort of going down the stairs by cutting into him every step of the way. It was painful, very painful. "How did you say you'd hurt yourself?" asked Mrs Lewis on seeing him limp slowly past the door to the kitchen. "Fell over and I must have twisted me hip or something." the pain was real, but the excuse was as lame as he was. "Really and you're so tired all of a sudden as well." she wasn't convinced about the injury, but was convinced there was more to the story than he was letting on. "Sorry, but we had to wake you up otherwise you'd never get to sleep tonight." "Yeah, I know that." "You can't go on walking about like that can you? You've got to go work next week." the comments were delivered with all the subtly that only a worried mother could. "Yeah alright mum, I know that." he replied avoiding looking at her. "Well, we'll have to do something." her maternal X-ray vision tried looking through his jeans to see what was really the problem, she failed. "Look, why don't just drop your jeans and I'll see if there's any bruising or something!" "Wot!" he turned pale, what self respecting young man would allow his mother to examine his nether regions and smell the semen in his underpants! "Don't be stupid Andrew, I'm your mother, you've got nothing I haven't seen before!" Martin felt a stirring inside his damp briefs, eyes wide open he looked on hopefully thinking to himself there was nothing she was ever going to see of his body. "Yeah and I know you're yer me mother, but you wouldn't want me examining you, now would you mum?" For Andy it was a reply in a million and stopped her dead in her tracks. He was nearly twenty one after all, so it wasn't right for her to go poking around in his trousers whatever the reason. Taken aback she paused then asked. "Would you let your father have look then?" "I dunno." he muttered, knowing full well that somebody really ought to have a look. But, dare he tell that somebody the truth? Surely a doctor was bound to patient confidentiality wasn't he? "Well honestly Andrew, if it isn't any better by tomorrow afternoon you're going to have to go see the doctor in his evening surgery, he might need to sign you off work next week." "Yes, right mum." he replied somewhat forlornly, knowing he could never win the argument outright or in fact ever. "We still gonna do me puncture then?" asked Martin on realising that his ringside seat to view the deranged contents of his brothers jeans had just been cancelled. "Yeah." Andy turned to him in the hope of making a quick exit from his mother. "Well alright, lets have a go then?" "Andrew, now you must really think about letting your father have a look." she wagged her finger confirming there was positively no ducking the subject and she wasn't going to forget it. "I'll mention it to him when he comes back from work." "Yes mum." he looked at Martin for moral support who shrugged his shoulders. "Well come on, I got the new mending kit, all the glue stuff was gone off in the old one." Martin was holding the blue tin in his hand and already on his way to the front garden. "Right, well you do the work and I'll tell you wot to do." said Andy limping behind. Outside in the front garden as Martin turned the bike upside down, Andy sat himself gently down on the brick wall that surrounded a small raised flower bed. "Wot have you really done to yerself then?" asked Martin. "So you gonna say something to dad?" "Told you I fell over." Andy scowled. "And, I don't think I'm gonna tell dad, would you want him looking at you without yer trousers?" "Depends where he's gonna look at I `spose!" Martin grinned. "Now come on and tell me, you didn't bloody fall over did you?" "If go on about this any more, you'll be mending that fucking puncture on yer own!" he snapped. "Now just fucking shut up about it and undo them two fucking nuts that holds the fucking wheel on!" Rather wisely, since he had never mended a puncture on his own before Martin did indeed change the subject and soon enough having followed instructions had the wheel lying on the ground in front of them. "Right, get the tyre levers and I'll show you how to start getting the tyre off, you only need to free one side of it, then you can pull the tube out the gap." "That's clever, thought you'd have to take the whole thing off. " Still seated by more composed, Andy leant forward to do battle with the tyre, unaware he was pulling his shirt from his jeans to expose a good two inches of the infamous Y-fronts. Martin, unable to explain why the sight was so erotic was torn between looking down the back of Any's jeans and watching the slick demonstration of tyre removal. Finally much to Martin's annoyance, Andy reversed the procedure and effortlessly put the tyre back on. "Right, now you bloody well do it, it's the only way to learn doing it yerself." "Fuck it!" Martin pulled a face. "You could have left it off." "Yeah, but I didn't! You can fuck it if you want, but you'll catch yer cock in the spokes!" Andy finally smiled again. "So when you have fucked it I'll show you how to get the inner tube out." With Andy watching and Martin swearing as he fumbled with the tyre levers, neither heard the pale blue Morris Oxford pull up outside the house. "What are you doing then boys?" "Oh, dad," Martin looked up surprised, "we didn't hear you arrive." "I was able to leave work early for a change." "Well Mart ain't leaving till he's done this." said Andy leaning forward to see that Martin had only just missed putting a gash in the inner tube. "Be careful or you'll ruin the tube." "Hhmm... he's right Martin or you'll be buying a new tube." Mr Lewis craned over to watch. "You know if you can't find any tyre levers you can always use the handles of a pair of spoons. Of course I didn't tell you that and I want nothing to do with that tip should your mother find out!" "Cor, that's clever innit?" said Martin. "The handles is blunt, they're not as likely to put an hole in the tube are they." "Probably would the way you'd use `em!" quipped Andy. "That's right less damage, but remember I didn't tell you that!" "Y'see dad, I'm skilled and he's labour!" Andy looked up, "And, it's about time he learnt how to do it for himself anyway, I've always done his flat tyres." "You can't argue with that can you?" he tapped Martin on the head. "Right, I'd better see what mum's been up to today." "Oh.." quickly changing his mind Andy decided to say nothing. "Were you going to say something," it was fatherly intuition, "maybe something I should know about?" "No, no." resigning himself to the subject doubtless being raised over tea he sighed and returned to watching Martin struggling with the tyre. Indeed the subject was raised briefly over tea, but seeing as Andy obviously showed little enthusiasm for his mystery injury being openly discussed by the entire family the matter was quickly dropped. Dropped that was until his father, Hugh put down the evening paper and made his way out into the street knowing Andy had escaped the family to fiddle with his car. "Oh, thought you might come out." Andy looked up from the drivers seat, he wasn't doing anything, it had merely been an excuse to try to think things through on his own. "Can I sit in, there was something I wanted to say." "Why not, it's about me limp I `spose?" "No, it's not really, only if you wanted to say something." "Oh." surprised, but intrigued as he really couldn't think of anything else that warranted the proverbial father and son chat he looked at his father. "Wot then?" "Well, it's a bit tricky really." Hugh looked round the car. "Nice little car isn't it?" "Dad, wot is it?" "Since your nearly twenty one, well what I mean is, well you're not a boy anymore are you?" "No. So?" "So, can I talk to you as they say, man to man?" "If you want." Andy looked at him, the suspense was already worrying him, what did his father know that he didn't. "Dad, wot are you trying to say? Just get on with it." "What I'm trying to say is was a lot easier to talk you when you were younger. I mean we haven't a chat, just us two for a long time now have we?" "No," Andy grinned, "d'you remember how you tried to explain about boys getting girls pregnant and we both started laughing!" "I do." Hugh smiled. "And, since you mention it, that is exactly what I've been trying to get around to talk to you about." "Wot? Now? Why?" he sat up in the seat unable to stop himself looking flushed, he looked at his father racking his brains as to what the connection could possibly be. "Andy, so seeing as we're doing man to man and all that I'm going to just say it as it is, alright?" he took a breath. "When you were mending Martin's bike earlier and I couldn't help noticing.." "Noticing wot?" interrupted Andy, unable to imagine whatever was coming next. "Help noticing, well... uumm.. well, uumm... as we would have said back in my day," even Hugh was finding it a little embarrassing, "well uumm.. there were some love bites around the back of your neck!" "Wot!" it was a reflex reaction. "Oh shit! " In the heat of the moment he had been unaware of what Adam had done to him, slowly he reached to feel the back of his neck going absolutely scarlet as he did so. "Sorry to embarrass you," Hugh smiled, "but, all I wanted to say was if things have reached that stage, for gods sake just don't get her pregnant." "Fuck!" said Andy under his breath. "Sorry Andy, but it's easy to get carried away sometimes." "Oh god! Does mum know?" he turned to ask in panic. "Certainly not, you know what she's like. This is just between us, just think of it as a bit of traditional fatherly advice." "Dad..." he dried up and began clenching and unclenching his hands. "What ever is it?" Hugh could see that all was not well. "Come on, you can tell me... oh shit! Andy, you don't mean she's pregnant already!" Andy was unable to answer, tears had started pouring down his face. After the ultimate emotional rollercoaster of the week he was unable to contain himself any longer and threw his arms around his father. "What. Come on, come on, pull yourself together." It was easier to said than done, with Hugh himself now affected he simply cuddled him wondering what on earth the problem actually was. After a couple of minutes Andy raised his head and wiped his eyes, then in a very croaky voice spoke. "Dad, promise you won't get mad..." "I might be surprised, but I won't get mad." his voice was now a little husky. "It can't be that bad can it?" "It is." Andy paused and sniffed. "Please promise, promise you won't tell mum, till I say we can." "Tricky, as I don't know what it is, but alright." he tried to look him in the face, but Andy turned away. "Come on then, out with it, tell me the worst." "It's, it's..." he started crying again, then after a few seconds made what appeared to be a monumental effort to blurt out, "Dad... dad.. it's not a girl, it's a boy!" Meanwhile, not a million miles away. "Dad.. dad... can I ask you something?" the voice sounded urgent. "Really, why not?" Jim was only to too delighted to take a break from unpacking what seemed like the hundredth cardboard box. "What's the problem then?" "Uumm.. well.." Alfie looked furtively around in case the room were bugged. "Oh, I see. It's that sort of question is it?" Jim did his best to sound serious as judging by Alfie's nervous demeanour he obviously had a great weight on his mind. He nodded frantically. "Can we, we go outside?" "Lead on, I've had enough of this lot anyway." replied Jim smiling. "I can see it's very important?" "Yeah." Yet again he nodded frantically, then totally surprised his father by taking his hand and leading him to the rear door to the garden. Plainly it was very, very important, well at least to Alfie. "Right then, well if it's that important. " "Yeah. " Jim looked around for somewhere to sit and decided the best place on offer was the uneven stone wall surrounding the weed filled fish pond, currently sans fish. "OK, now sit down and tell me what it's all about." After looking for eavesdroppers in the bushes Alfie turned around and scuffed his shoes on the grass. "Is it that tricky?" "Yeah." he repeated and looked around again. "Dad, is it, I mean.. is it true.. " "Is what true?" Jim could envisage this was going to take some time unless Alfie were gently prompted. "Is it.. well.. uum.. Sophie says.. that.. if, if I.. I.." he was red with embarrassment. "Sophie says what?" the mystery deepened, but doubtless equated to Sophie doing her unpleasant big sister routine. Yet again. "Well, that... well.. that.." "Alfie, that," time to prompt again, "it seems to me that whatever Sophie has said, she's got you in a bit of a state." Plainly distressed after Sophie's malicious comments, Alfie looked up. "Sort of." "I think it's a bit more than sort of, isn't it? What's she said now?" "She says... that.. oh... I, I'm..." again he dried up. Jim put his arm around him. "Alfie, look just say it, I don't mind if it's rude, I just want to know what she's been saying... this time." Taking an enormous breath and staring at his shoes he finally spluttered. "She says I'm gonna go blind!" "Oh! What? How?" "How? " repeated Alfie in horror, he couldn't possible explain how! "Ah.. oh, I think I know what you're not trying to say! " said Jim very knowingly after a short pause. He tried not to smile, it was difficult. Alfie looked up doing his goldfish impersonation, hoping his father had guessed and he wouldn't have to elaborate any further. "Oh, I see.. " said Jim, the pieces of the jigsaw were now falling into place, "oh, I see! You mean, to do with... oh, oh...doing that?" Alfie looked up and nodded vigorously. Very red in the face, but very relieved that his father had miraculously grasped the crux of the problem and he didn't have to spell it out. "Alfie I've got to say it just to be clear and so we both know what we are talking about, " he looked at Alfie, who in turn looked ay his feet, "she means when you can masturbate you'll start going blind?" "But I can!" replied Alfie just as naively as when he had conceded earlier to Sophie, only to turn a deeper shade of red on realising he'd just repeated his earlier mistake. "Oh Alfie, I didn't think, well uumm.." Jim pulled him close, albeit a little surprised that Alfie had started so early. "That's all rubbish, she's very naughty to say it and she's only doing it to wind you up." "Honest?" the reply was somewhat muffled by Jim's shirt. "I won't go blind?" "Honest. And, you might as well know the other old joke that you might hear, which is that you'll be getting hairy hands if you do, well you know, do it!" "But.. but, she says it every time she sees me go to the bog, she thinks I'm going to.. to.. " he paused for a further shoe inspection before haltingly continuing. "She said she was gonna tell mum... and, and mum would want to look at me... but I wanted to tell you." Luckily his face couldn't be seen, as there was indeed an element of truth in her assumption, for not every time he visited the toilet was it for a call of nature. "That's very naughty of her, but really nice that you were able to tell me." "Sometimes, sometimes Mark's said it as well, so I, I thought it was true." "I wouldn't worry about Mark, because he's probably started going blind already!" Alfie, obviously now feeling a lot happier suddenly started to giggle on seeing the joke. "Dad, wot d'you mean.." "Of course he does." "Dad," with the subject broached, time for Alfie to ask the other question he had always wondered about, "dad, d'you think other boys do it? It's not just me is it?" "I'm sure they all do." Jim looked at him. "Didn't you ever talk about this with your friends at school before we moved?" "When I asked, they said they didn't know wot I was on about and just changed the subject." he replied unhappily. "Nobody would tell me nothing." "Oh I see, so you had nobody to ask then?" "Nah. But, later I once sorta talked to Roger about it, he was the only one who would." Whether to admit they did more than talk and actually polluted the shallow end of the swimming pool was being a little too honest. "Right, well that was something. Look, you can always ask me, anytime, it'll be just between the two of us." Jim made to stand up. "Look, I'm sorry Alfie but I have to get on with this damned unpacking, so are you happy now?" "Yeah, thanks dad." "So, don't believe what Sophie says and don't tell her we've had this chat. I think we'll let mum sort her out once we've all unpacked." "OK." with that Alfie grinned and zoomed off, delighted once again with life. Jim for his part was left wondering just how Sophie should know so much about the habits of barely adolescent boys, thankfully it was a problem to hand over to Alison. It was no great surprise that Andy had a quiet evening and decided to retire at around half ten, since neither his mother nor Martin knew of his earlier confession both having just accepted that with his mystery injury he was simply tired. However, before he was about to put the light out, there was gentle tap on his bedroom door. "Who is it?" he asked, not really wishing to face either his brother or mother at that particular moment. "It's dad, can I come in?" "Yeah." "Alright to sit here for a minute." he indicated to the side of the bed. "Of course it is," Andy managed a weak smile and added, "dad, I've fucked it all up haven't I?" "It hasn't helped!" Hugh's voice was cracking. "I just wanted to say, that.. that you're very brave to admit what you have." "Oh bollocks." almost immediately he wiped his eyes. "Andy, just think you are what you are, you can't change what you are or what you've done, can you?" He shook his head unable to speak. "This isn't really the right time to talk about this, but will you promise tell more when we've both had time to think it through?" "Yeah, course I will, but not.. not now, it's all been too much." he wiped his face on the sheet. "You know," Hugh paused, leant forward and kissed him on the head, "it doesn't matter what you are, we all still love you. I know mum goes mad over silly things like the bloody laundry, but she does love you an awful lot and while she might be very surprised she won't be mad." "Fuck." "Andy, one more thing." Hugh looked at him. "Will you at least tell me if this injury is connected with... how can I put this, uumm.. with your recent activity?" "Oh god." Andy closed his eyes. "It would be nice to know." "Dad, no, it's not, well no.. it's.. it's, oh shit... it was an accident. I did something to meself... it went a bit wrong." "A bit! Oh alright, but the way you're walking it doesn't look as though it's going to get better overnight does it?" Hugh sighed. "I'd guess from what you've just told me and from what you were doing to yourself the two are sort of connected?" He looked at the sheet. "You know don't you?" "No, I'm only guessing. But with those, uumm... bites I can't think of too much else that would make you suddenly walk like that! No blood though?" Andy shook his head, this was really very embarrassing and not part of what he'd thought being a homosexual was about. "I don't know what you've done and I don't think you want me looking at your bum do you? " said Hugh. "Please, will you go to the surgery, so at least we'll know if it's serious then. Please. And, that'll also shut mum up!" "Oh god dad... you know! No! How?" he replied in despair. "Please, don't tell mum!" "Andy, I've only I guessed, if you think about it there are only two options of what's between your legs!" he got up, kissing him on the head again added. "And no, of course I won't tell her. Now go to sleep, you look exhausted." "Dad, promise. I'll go to the doctor." "Good, now just go to sleep." #################################################### Chap 14 to follow