Date: Wed, 15 Jul 2015 09:20:33 +0100 From: tom Subject: Lab Tech chapter 22 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 ############################################################################### Chapter 22 – Off the bridge "So where are we going?" "Dad, anywhere," Andy closed the car door and watched as Martin returned inside the house, "I need to talk to you before you see mum." "I guessed there was something, seeing you waiting on the pavement for me get home." Hugh looked across, Andy was still looking out the window. "So what is it about then or can I guess?" "You don't need to guess do you?" "No, not really. So how have you been today?" "I `spose it's sorta sinking in what I think I am and wot I'm doing and, and so I told Martin this afternoon." "Oh bloody hell! This'll take more than a trip round the block, I'd better pull in somewhere," Hugh looked down the road, tree lined suburbia usually offered plenty of parking space, "here, under this tree we're not in anybody's driveway. So, what did he say?" "He was a bit shocked at first," Andy looked at the floor, "then he said he didn't mind and it wouldn't make no difference at all. He didn't say it, but I think he'd sorta guessed anyway, maybe after wot I'd told him had happened before." "Sorry, I don't understand, after you'd told him what had happened?" "Oh shit!" it was definitely a slip of the tongue since Martin was the only person he had ever told of his ordeal as a boy. "Nothing, nothing. Dad, nothing." "Whatever it was, it's was bit more than nothing wasn't it?" Hugh tried to look him in the face, he turned away. "If you asked me to take another guess I'd say from your reaction it was something that deeply affected you, not just an embarrassing moment." "Dad... please don't ask... alright, yes, yes there was something years ago, maybe I'll tell another time, not now, please." his voice was breaking as he said it. "I got more than enough to cope with now as it is." "Alright, it's alright, Andy please calm down," he put his hand on Andy's shoulder, "whatever it was you can tell me when you're ready and I'm won't say anything to mum at all, OK?" "Mum! Oh dad! That's the problem!" "Why?" "She sorta heard me telling Martin so she kept asking wot it was about." he took a breath and looked sideways at his father. "So I told her, I thought she'd go mad, but dad she didn't react at all. Like she won't believe me or even listen to me about it. She just keeps saying I'll find a nice girl!" "Oh my god!" Hugh shook his head, all this after a days work. He needed to think before he replied. "Andy now listen, just like you've said that you've got your secret, then so has mum." "Wot? I don't understand." "Well you wouldn't know. OK, now listen it looks like the only way you are ever going to understand her reaction is if I'll tell you. But, I want you promise you won't tell anybody, not even Martin, she's that sensitive about this thing." "Alright, I promise." he said quietly, totally unsure what he was going to learn. "Well, first of all this all happened before I ever met her and from what I can gather at the time she must have been thirteen, fourteen sort of age when it happened." "Wot happened?" asked Andy unable to resist asking. "Wait, I'll tell you! As you know she has two brothers, who are your uncles." "Yes, of course" Andy nodded, "Uncle Tom and uncle Ben." "Right. Well there was a third brother, who would have been your uncle Sam and was the oldest of them all, probably ten years older than your mother and from what I understand her favourite." "Would have been? Dad, so you mean he's not alive now then?" interrupted Andy. "Precisely, no he's not. Now, I need to think this through to get it right, so just hang on a second." he paused for a minute and looked out of the window. "Right I think I've got it although I'm not totally sure of the facts because he wasn't really talked about and I've just picked up snippets." "Wot? He wasn't talked about?" said Andy in surprise. "Why?" "Just hold on. From what I could gather Sam was bright chap, he'd been to university and all that stuff. Then he decided to be a teacher and got himself a position at some minor public school." "Right." Andy nodded, still unsure where the story was going. "But wot's this got to do with me?" "God you're too impatient, just hang on, I'm getting there!" Hugh sighed. "Sorry." "You see, Andy there was a problem. It's something you might know about because, well, because it turns out that Sam has been actively homosexual since a teenager." "Oh shit!" Andy went pale. "And, so.." "And so, so surrounded by all the boys at the school he, he, how can I say this nicely?" he stopped. "I'll just say it, basically he couldn't resist the temptation of the young boys and at the school there were it seems there were boys there only too willing to indulge him." "Bloody hell!" said Andy quietly. "So, wot happened?" "I don't know exactly, but somehow it appears some of boy's parents got to hear of it, then the school got to hear and of course to preserve the reputation of the school, to stop it being shut down and all that stuff, well finally the police were told." Quite sure he was looking embarrassed Andy said nothing. Peter's words were ringing loudly in his ears as sat there, in that it was alright to look at the boys, to ogle, to fantasise or even joke about them, but never ever to get physically involved with a pupil at the school. "Andy, you've got to remember that twenty five years ago or whenever this was, attitudes to homosexuality were far more entrenched than today and it was a serious criminal offence even between consenting adults if they were caught." "Oh, I didn't sorta realise that." "The laws were Victorian!" Hugh looked at him to emphasis the severity of the subject. "It really was serious stuff, so add to that school boys were involved and poor uncle Sam was right in it up to his neck with the prospect of years in jail." "Oh dad, it's awful and I see wot you mean so," he bit his lip, it was indeed a salutary tale. "so, so wot happened?" "This is the dreadful bit, apparently when the police paid Sam that first visit they weren't at all pleasant, which during that period was from what I can gather very common." he looked at Andy. "Later that evening he jumped off the bridge." "Wot! Oh shit!" Andy was shocked. "Wot bridge? Oh! Dad you don't mean the suspension bridge?" "Yes. Loads of people have jumped off it over the years. Presumably he couldn't face the thought of being a convicted as a criminal and suffering, I mean really suffering as a homosexual in jail... if you can see what I mean?" "Oh my god!" "Right. So, with your mother being really too young to understand about homosexuality, she becomes really traumatised and cannot believe her favourite brother was one. The stereotype homosexual was supposed to be a dirty old man in a long raincoat hanging round a public toilet as she had often heard her brothers being warned about by their parents." he stopped. "Am I making sense?" "I think so, slowly." replied Andy. "So since she could never equate to her brother being a part of that society because he was too nice, she totally rejected the idea and convinced herself that he simply had had an unfortunate accident." he wagged a finger. "So Andy answer this, how is she going to react to you when having been in denial for years about her favourite brother being homosexual? Just imagine, along comes her own son and tells her he is homosexual, is she going to believe him?" "Oh shit, now I see..." Andy looked shocked. "She's, she's not going to want to believe me either then.. is she?" "I don't think so, because you are equally precious to her as was her brother and that is how she wishes you to remain, you cannot be a homosexual in her view." "So wot do I do?" "Not a lot I suspect, so just humour her and don't go on about it. I'll see what I can do if the occasion arises." Hugh smiled. "I suppose so." "Let's be honest, she really needs help to sort this out, it was years after the event when we first met and by then her version of the events was deeply embedded. So d'you see that to her the very idea of you being that way inclined is totally rejected. I don't believe she even gives it a moments consideration." Seven o'clock and it was with some apprehension that Mark followed an Alfie up the road to where an equally apprehensive Andy was waiting by his car. "Where's Martin?" asked Alfie, who at the thought of being with the older boys was quite excited. "He's on his way." Andy looked in Mark's direction and smiled. "Here's Mart now." exclaimed Alfie rushing into the front garden to meet him. Taking the opportunity Andy immediately moved over to Mark and spoke quietly. "I, I'm really sorry about wot happened at school... I, I shouldn't have done it. I don't know what made me do it. I'm sorry, I was having a really fucking mixed up day. I'm sorry." It was good news to Mark who had been worried that he might have had to resist further advances in front of the others when in fact he actually welcomed them. "It's alright, honest, don't worry about it. I `spect you must have had one of them horny mornings! " "Yeah it was, you know when sometimes you just wanna keep doing it, even though you just done it!" despite blushing Andy continued on the theme hoping he sounded convincing. "I `spose that and then being surprised by seeing you there after we'd talked about wanking the other day, I `spose I was a bit overcome with it all." "You were a bit overcome?" Mark looked at him. "I could have cum all over you!" "Bloody hell," Andy was surprised at Mark's blatant honesty, "you really meant it about getting together didn't you?" "So did you, I know you did." Mark grinned. "Pity we got them two in the car with us now innit?" Andy took a deep breath. "Yeah. We'll have to arrange something." "Sooner than later." "You ready then?" asked Martin walking up with Alfie hopping excitedly behind. "Everybody in." said Andy unlocking the door. "I promised Alfie he could go in the front as he mended the wire earlier." "Yeah!" shrieked Alfie running round to the passenger door. "It's you and me in the back seat then dear!" Mark grinned as Martin bent over to get it in the rear of the car. Inevitably Martin's T-shirt pulled from his jeans, the sight of the Y-front waistband now on display answered Mark's unspoken question. "Piss off, I only goes out with boys I know!" replied Martin laughing. "Now wot was it Alfie said you wanted to ask me?" said Andy turning round to speak to Mark. "Well, seeing as me and Alf go the same school as you work at," said Mark, "we wondered whether you'd give us a lift to school to save going on that bloody bus?" "Oh. I don't know, it never occurred to me." he scratched his head, were things getting too close for comfort? "I `spect you oughta get yer parents permission first." added Martin. "That'll be alright won't it?" Alfie turned to his brother. "Probably." replied Mark. "See wot they say." "Couple of things though," continued Andy, "I've gotta leave about ten past eight and that might a bit early for you to be there. The other thing is that if you ain't waiting by the car when I gotta leave, I ain't waiting for you, I'm just going. OK?" "Seems fair enough, probably have to leave about that to get the bus anyway." said Mark. "What are the chances of a lift home as well?" "Variable! Sometimes I can go when you lot leaves, other times I might have to stay on." he stopped and thought for a few moments. "It might be better to forget the afternoons altogether, but at least you'd be getting the odd morning lift." "OK, yeah I can understand that, first we'd better have a word with dad then and make sure he don't mind." "Yeah Mark, we'll do it tonight!" agreed Alfie nodding. "Right, so where we going now then," said Andy starting the engine, "I need to get some petrol so shall we do that and then go round the block or something, I don't wanna be too long." "Oh yeah!" Alfie carefully watched every move Andy made, as one day he too would be driving. Having taken on four gallons of petrol and passing by the park on their way home the car suddenly started to pull violently to the left and headed into the kerb. "Wot the hell's gone wrong!" exclaimed Andy pulling up as best he could. "Oh shit, wot is it now!" "I `spect a wheels come off!" suggested Alfie helpfully. Martin looked at Mark, adding with perfect comic timing. "Well that's fucked it then!" "God!" exclaimed Mark. "Wot! You don't mean we could be stuck in the back seat all night here next to the park!" "Wot would we do?" Martin knew only too well what he would do especially since something was stirring in his jeans, he watched as both Andy and Alfie got out to see what had happened. "No idea dear, we hardly know each other." Mark laughed and shuffled on the seat. The downside of his fashionable small blue briefs was that a growing erection could find itself a little constricting. "Wot would you suggest?" Martin looked him in the face. It was a serious question, having recently experienced the carnal delights that Adam had to offer, he definitely wanted more, this was as good an opportunity as any to see how Mark felt about it. "Well," Mark paused and planted his hand firmly on Martin's knee, "there is something I really want to talk to you about." "Oh fuck!" Martin gulped, he hadn't expected an immediate physical reaction only more banter, his bluff had been called. "Talk? Wot now?" "Will you two get out the fucking car," said Andy poking his head through the window, "we've got a fucking puncture and so I've gotta change the fucking wheel." "Oh!" said Martin, brought back to reality. "Can, can.. we help?" "Not really, I've got my little mate to help haven't I!" Andy raised his eyebrows as Alfie flew past the window clutching the jack from the boot. "Rather you than me!" Mark laughed. "You can't stop him even if you want too!" Doing their best to conceal their respective erections Mark was the first out, he crouched down by Andy to look at the flat tyre, not that there was that much to look at all. Martin followed and instinctively looked down the back of Andy's jeans to see the familiar Y-front waistband protruding, however the gaping waist of Marks jeans revealed a far more interesting sight, a band of dark blue. Martin actually felt quite jealous, there was young Alfie in bright red briefs and his brother in navy blue, why on earth couldn't their mother buy them something similar. "Wot you thinking about then?" asked Mark standing up, then noticing Martin's rather obvious bulge he whispered. "You dirty boy, you'll break the zip with that." "Ssshhh.. piss off!" "Come here and sit on the wall, we'll watch 'em do the wheel." said Mark to the blushing Martin. "Hey, you ain't gonna go wanking in yer pants again like the other day are you?" "If it was just you and me I might do." "Really? I might join you," Mark looked at him, "you really ain't joking are you?" "No I'm not, I can't help it, you got me all going. There that's honest innit?" replied Martin looking a little flushed with the excitement. "Wot is it you wanna ask then?" "Don't worry I got one as well," said Mark watching Andy as he bent down to put the jack under the car and show the inevitable couple of inches of white cotton, "you both wear the famous Y-fronts then?" "Them or St fucking Michael, it's wot mum buys us innit." Martin sounded rather dejected, having previously assumed it was also what Mark wore, as did most boys in school. "Was that wot you wanted to know then?" "No, not really." Mark looked towards Andy and Alfie who now preoccupied with changing the wheel seemed to be out of earshot, he whispered. "D'you like girls?" "I dunno, I `spose so. Why?" he looked up. Girls. What did Mark know about girls? "Have you ever been out with one?" "No!" replied Martin almost appearing shocked at the thought of it. "Have you?" "Would you like to go out with one?" continued Mark avoiding the question. "Dunno, might do." Martin thought for a moment. "But I don't know one, or how to ask one out or wot I'd do if I did!" "But, would you?" Mark was now quite excited himself and had a hand in his pocket. "I'd give it a go, but she's have to look alright and that. But wot d'you do with one, even if you does go out with one?" Mark didn't know the answer to that himself, nevertheless he continued blithely. "D'you know wot they got between their legs?" "Nah. Do you? I've heard they can wank!" Martin shook his head. "I'd like to know more though." It was a subject that certainly interested him, but he wasn't at all sure as to how to go about finding a willing partner to continue the quest. "I've seen some pictures in a dirty book somebody had at school, but I couldn't really see proper." "If I knew a girl who would show you her fanny would you go out with her?" asked Mark excitedly, his fingers now stroking his cock through the tight briefs. "Dunno." Martin felt really put on the spot. Thanks to Adam, boys he now really understood, but girls were a totally different matter. "Uumm.. Mark, I dunno..." "I think the one I got in mind would, but.. but.." "You mean she'd show me her bits...her fanny just like that! Oh shit!" interrupted Martin, nervously warming to the prospect. "But wot, wot you mean but.. but wot?" "But, but... well I know she'd wanna see your cock in exchange." "No! No! Sod that, girls ain't seeing my cock!" he shook his head violently. "No, no, I ain't doing that. Ain't letting no girl see me cock!" "But, she'll wank for you to watch, if you wanks for her after!" said Mark well aware that he had started to make a wet patch inside his briefs. "Look, I knows that this particular girl wanks every night just like we does, so I reckon she'll do it for you." "I don't care, I ain't wanking for no girl to watch, she might fucking laugh at me cock! No!" Martin shook his head again. "No. No." "But Mart, I'd be there with you, `cause I wants to see her fanny meself!" "Why don't you just show her your cock and have a wank with her then?" "Because it's me bloody sister innit!" said Mark very quietly, sounding disappointed. "Yer sister?" Martin looked shocked. "Oh fuck! That ain't right is it?" "I don't fucking know do I? All I know is she's been trying to get Alfie to wank for her and that ain't fair `cause he's too young and don't know wot it's about." "Oh.. but neither do we really!" said Martin suddenly laughing. "If we're honest no, `cause we know sod all as well. This is the chance to see wot girls has got innit? We could watch her have a wank! She won't tell, I know that." "I wanna know, but yer sister... oh fuck, I don't know about that, it ain't right is it?" "Yeah, well maybe it ain't right. But think about it, to see a girl have wank how many other boys at school have seen that?" "That's true." Martin hand became even more active. "Anyway so I said to Alfie I'd tell her to leave off him. So she said she don't care wot boy does it, all she wants is to watch one have wank and then she'll do it in return!" Mark looked rather embarrassed at admitting the truth. "Is that it? Honest? But it's yer sister, ain't that a bit odd?" "Honest, swear by it." said Mark. "She's a non-stop wanker, I hears her every night through the bedroom wall. Just it seemed a great way to see wot a girls got, `cause like you all I've seen is a few poxy old pictures." "She wanks every night? Honest?" Martin was already thinking deep. "I need to think about it?" "Course." Mark smiled. "Sorry if I shocked you, didn't mean to, but she's a right little tart for fourteen." "But if we were to do it, would you wank with me? I'd feel silly doing by meself and being watched." whispered Martin. "I ain't saying I will mind, I'm just wondering." "I `spose so." Mark smiled. "Then I reckon we should have a couple of practice wanks first then, I mean just the two of us so we knows wot out cocks looks like?" "Definitely and soon." Martin grinned. "Very soon. Even if we don't do it with her." "Where though, that's the question?" said Mark scratching his head. "Can't risk at our house `cause there's always somebody about." "I know!" Martin nudged him. "Right here in the park!" "Wot?" "Yeah, listen, one of me mates at school was here the other week and he found out that blokes walk up past the grassy bit to where the bushes are and they do things!" "They do things?" Mark grinned, already hooked on the idea. "Wot d'you mean, do things?" "Well he watched two blokes shagging each other, in fact he took a picture and showed it to me at school." "Bloody hell, how? They real queers then?" "How wot?" "Well, how do they shag each other, I know how to take a picture!" replied Mark excitedly, his hand now doing it's best to travel the length of his cock through his pocket. "Fuck, I ain't never seen a picture of anything that, you're bloody lucky." "Uumm.. how do they shag each other... well.." Martin dare not let it be known that had first hand experience of the very act. "From the picture he had it looked like one had his cock up the others bum, it was a bit hard to see really!" "How d'you know it was clean?" a naive question or not, it was the first thing that came into most boy's mind. "He might have had a shitty hole!" "Dunno." Martin blushed, since it was exactly the same question he had fretted over on his way to see Adam! "Wonder wot it feels like?" mused Mark, knowing exactly how a good fingering felt, but trying to draw from Martin whether or not he too participated in such delights. "Dunno..." repeated Martin, this time going rather red as the subject matter was now very close to home, "I ain't never have a cock up me bum!" "Well I didn't think you'd a had! But d'you think you would, if somebody wanted to then?" Mark couldn't stop himself asking, he was finally talking about real sex having so quickly overcome any inhibitions concerning the subject of masturbation. "Doubt it," mumbled Martin, now thinking that surely Mark must have realised something was up, "why would you.. uumm.. well... would you do it?" "Dunno, I ain't never thought about till now, so d'you... I mean.. d'you... d'you.." Mark stalled, but his hand continued in the confines of his jeans. "Do I wot?" Now it was Mark who was bright red, but he was determined to ask his big question even if it were a taboo subject. "D'you.. d'you ever play with yer bumhole?" "Why, d'you?" muttered Martin staring at the pavement and also now very flushed. "Yes!" thoroughly embarrassing himself in the process Mark was determined to press the point and find out if was the only boy in the world who ever played with it. "Yeah, alright so do I." whispered Martin still looking at the pavement. "D'you, d'you, oh... uumm.. d'you push things up it?" Mark couldn't believe the questions he was hearing himself ask! Martin just nodded, the eyes closed and his face feeling as though it were on fire. "So then, would being shagged be that different?" it seemed a logical progression. "But, ain't that wot queers do?" said Martin trying to move away from the subject. "I `spose so, but for all I knows you be a queer if yer playing with yer hole!" Mark grinned. "Or, come to that, so could I!" "Oh.. I see." said Martin, it was fair point. "But, yer not, not really... are you?" "No more than you, seems we both likes a bit of bum play don't we?" Mark winked. "Right." Martin gulped, surely Mark wasn't really a queer like Adam? No, how could he be if he was also interested in girls. But then again he didn't know for sure! "Oh fuck... oh shit!" hissed Mark suddenly doubling up on the wall. "Wot, wot is it?" asked Martin, immediately looking to see if Andy had noticed, but was still occupied wrestling with the wheel brace tightening up the wheel nuts. "Fuck!" Mark appeared to be in pain and had suddenly started clutching his stomach. "Wot the fuck is it?" whispered Martin, wondering if his cub-scout first aid training would be called upon and thus possibly avert a major medical emergency. "Fuck it! Fuck it!" replied Mark leaning over hiss into in Martin's ear. "I've just fucking cum in me pants!" ############################################################# Chapter 23 to follow