Date: Wed, 11 Nov 2015 08:59:39 +0000 From: tom Subject: LabTech Chap 30 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 30 – "Dad, are you telling mum?" Sunday morning had dawned bright sunny by somewhere around six o'clock. However, towards nine o'clock rain had set it which made the thought of staying in bed all the more appealing, particularly to Alfie who thought he had detected some interesting rhythmic sounds of movement coming from Mark's bed. "Pssssstttt..." "Piss off!" "You wanking?" "Oh, fuck off!" "You promised in the garage we could do it together." "Oh fuck off!" "I knows you are, can I watch?" "No I ain't. Now fuck off you dirty minded little twatt!" Alfie disappeared beneath the bedclothes and pulled his red striped pyjama trousers back up, the infusion around the fly from the night before having appeared to have dried. Feeling around for the pyjama cord, it seemed to have lost itself amongst the tangle of sheets and the only real solution to locating it was to get out of bed. "Wot you doing, making all that bloody noise, you the one that's wanking now then?" Mark's voice was muffled by the bedclothes. "Nah, but I could be," replied Alfie hopefully, "if, if we did it together like you'd promised in the garage the other day." "Yeah I know I did, but just stop fucking going on about it now." The fact was Mark was playing hard to get, having his sexual horizons broadened by Martin and Andy he now found he couldn't go for very long without some fantasy taking over. Well aware that Alfie wanted to masturbate with him, he had been planning his seduction since the previous evening and by now could barely keep his hands off him. The more he thought about it, the more the prospect of persuading Alfie to enter into a little hands-on exercise appealed. "Mark, you can see me willy if you wants." volunteered hopefully Alfie throwing back the bedclothes and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. "But I've seen it." said Mark. "Oh yeah, I `spose you have." Alfie sounded disappointed, knowing there wasn't that much to see. "Maybe I could have another look though, but you'll have to be fucking quiet or somebody will hear us." "Cor yeah!" exclaimed Alfie reaching down to check it was still there and erect. "I just said be fucking quiet you fucking twatt!" hissed Mark. "Sorry!" Alfie stood up by the side of his bed, his pyjama trousers immediately falling down allowing his rigid cock to twang into view. Mark wasn't intending missing anything, staring out from under the bedclothes he watched as Alfie bent over to pull his trousers back up and exposed his bottom. "Oh fuck!" Alfie didn't swear much, but this was an exceptional, not to say exciting situation. "Me pyjama cords gone down the hole, I'll have to bloody hold 'em up!" "Just fucking shut up and get over here if you wants to do something. And, for fucks sake keep quiet!" Mark pulled the bedclothes to one side to reveal a burgeoning erection, his blue and white striped pyjama trousers already halfway down as in fact they had been all night, the area around the fly showing all the signs of ample previous emissions. "Wot have I gotta do?" whispered Alfie hobbled over holding his trousers up with one hand and squeezing his cock with the other. "You gotta stand here by the edge of me bed," Mark shuffled his body over to lie on his side, balanced on the very edge of the mattress, "I'll stay like this, so's then you can wank me off." "Wot you gonna do to me then, you gotta do something in return." "Ain't decided yet." it was a lie, Mark had certainly thought of something which he had only ever dreamt of and was sure Alfie would go along with it once he started. "Now get hold me cock and gently start wanking it." "Oh yuk, it's all hot and sticky!" exclaimed Alfie in disgust. "And, it smells!" "Wot d'you fucking expect!" Mark reached out and grabbed Alfie's organ. "So does yours!" "No it don't, well not like this!" Alfie could feel the sticky deposits in his hand. "At least I don't have gert lumps of cheese falling out of it! Yuk! You wanna wash it!" "You cheeky little cunt, now just get wanking and I'll do something nice to you!" Alfie started to giggle, it was truly brotherly love. As unhygienic as it was proving to be exciting. Like his clothes, Mark hadn't bothered to really clean himself after well over a week of intense self-abuse and had cultured some truly revolting deposits. "Fucking shut up and just do it!" "Phew... yuk! Smells!" Alfie sniffed. "Wot you gonna do in return then?" "Just bloody do it!" "Wot's you gonna do to me then..." Alfie's voice finished the sentence an octave higher than when he had started it. "Ooooohhhhhh fuuucccckkk..." Having pulled Alfie to the side of the bed Mark was unable to reply, his mouth had succumbed to a sudden and forceful infestation of Alfie's swollen cock. Pressing his tongue against the piss slit Mark savoured the residue and all that was contained in the small foreskin. "Ooohhh!" squeaked Alfie in a falsetto voice moments later. "I'm, I'm gonna cum!" The speed of Alfie's climax wasn't surprising really. Having been close to ejaculating even before moving over to his brother, the sensations produced by Mark's over enthusiastic foray into penile tonguing definitely exceeded anything he could achieve manually. For Mark's part, he had no idea of the techniques of fellatio and had just seized the moment, much as he had just seized Alfie's cock! However, the second part of his plan was more risky and in part stemmed from fantasies generated after his conversation with Martin the previous day. Alfie leant against the edge of the bed and shuddered, he didn't produce over much for Mark to swallow, but what little there was, was eagerly digested and as Mark quickly noted, it had a completely different taste to his semen. Amazingly throughout the seminal tasting Alfie had continued to energetically massage Mark's leaking appendage and had understandably brought him to the verge of ejaculation. "Fucking hell that was good!" gasped Mark on allowing Alfie's slippery organ to slip from between his lips. "Now it's your fucking turn to suck me before I cums!" "But.. but.. it's horrible!" exclaimed Alfie in disgust, having discovered that the foreskin of Mark's twitching cock was indeed a veritable Pandora's box, replete with some revolting congealed spunk and an excess of lumpy, fermenting cheese! "If you don't fucking suck it, I'll never fucking touch yer cock again!" snapped Mark, knowing ejaculation wasn't far away and desperate to sample the delights of oral sex himself. "Don't fucking argue, just fucking suck it `cause I've just sucked you!" "Oh bloody hell Mark. Oh alright then." Alfie sounded resigned to his very unsavoury fate. Particularly since Mark's threat of blackmail prevailed taking Alfie along with utterly irresistible thoughts of further visits to Mark's oral cavity with his cock. "Well fucking hurry up then before I cums!" Mark tried to push Alfie's head in the direction of his leaking cock, but he moved out the way. "Oh you little bugger don't fucking move about, just fucking stay still!" "It smells!" The voice came from somewhere in the region of Mark's grossly over worked and none to clean genitalia. Patently, regular personal hygiene was not and never would be high on Mark's daily or even weekly to-do list. "Just fucking suck it!" groaned Mark in desperation, "I know it tastes alright `cause I've done it meself, just spit out any of them lumpy bits!" It was the stuff of a pornographic film. Alfie reluctantly bent over the bed to suck his elder brother's repulsive organ, pyjamas around his feet, grasping his own cock still wet with Mark's saliva, his bottom sticking in the air displaying all his charms. To be fair, Mark's appendage certainly wasn't the cleanest of organs, Alfie almost gagged on forcing himself close enough to tentatively touch the oozing head with his tongue. "Fucking hell, get on with it quick!" said Mark desperately trying to delay ejaculation. "It smells!" gurgled Alfie very unenthusiastically, having now also caught the aroma emanating from the suspect looking pubic hairs surrounding the base of the shaft. "Just fucking suck it!" groaned Mark, now quite frantic as unstoppable happenings were well on their way, "I'll do something nice when you gets it in yer mouth!" "Bloody hell... oh shit!" was followed by the sound of Alfie spitting something out. "For fucks sake just fucking suck it `cause I'm gonna cum!" cried Mark in sheer desperation. Grabbing at the back of Alfie's head he managed to shove it between his legs hoping to force his cock into Alfie's mouth. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck no!" came the muffled cries of rebellion, Alfie's mouth was way off target and instead he was being forced into the offensive mass of pubic hair. "Oh fuck yeah! Suck it, I'm gonna cum!" continued Mark whilst very unwisely making a split second decision to bring into operation stage two of his plan. "Lemmie up!" wailed Alfie gasping for breath as he tried to spit out some of the more solid content of the pubic area he had encountered. "I can't bloody breath!" "You'll fucking love this!" Ignoring the cries for oxygen Mark forced his hand between Alfie's legs with the sole intention of completing the second part of his plan and pushing a grubby finger up his bum. However, it was not to be as at that very moment he began to tremble as ejaculation took hold and his hand merely trembled in mid air between Alfie's legs. With Mark gyrating on the bed in a relentless orgy of climactic ecstasy Alfie continued to struggle unsuccessfully to break free. Unable to escape Mark's firm grasp he had to suffer the dubious pleasure of projectile ejaculation at point blank range into his face. Exhausted, Mark had collapsed back on bed releasing the half naked Alfie now entirely decorated with hot sperm that dripped from his face, his hair, was even up his nose and so much over his left eye that he couldn't open it. It was fair to say that standing there like that Alfie didn't really know whether to laugh or cry. It seemed though on reflection of the oral pleasures he had just received it, that laughter was the only choice if he were to attain a repeat performance from Mark. Gathering his pyjama trousers up and intending to return to the safety of his own bed where he could try to clean the spunk off his face, the manoeuvre was cut horribly short by the missing cord of his pyjama trousers which entangled itself around his foot and sent him flying face downwards on the floor. Landing with crash that would be heard throughout the house, he lay winded, face down on the carpet, his pyjama trousers yet again around his ankles exposing his white buttocks. Worse, having fallen so heavily onto his erection he was utterly convinced he had broken it in half, he reached with some trepidation beneath himself to ascertain the damage. Naturally the overall situation was not helped by Mark who had by now become quite helpless with laughter at seeing his brothers predicament. "What the hells happened now? Is somebody hurt?" exclaimed Jim bursting into the darkened bedroom. In the semi-darkness Mark continued laughing hysterically unaware of his fathers entrance. Alfie continued to groan at floor level, his erection having subsided leaving his balls feeling very squashed and redesigned in the form of discs. "For gods sake, somebody answer me! What's happened now?" repeated Jim anxiously. Grabbing at the curtains he pulled them back in one swift movement which immediately stopped Mark's laughter. "Oh no!" was all Mark could utter. Lying on the edge of his bed caught in the cold light of a rainy morning, his erection and everything else glistening with semen. Jim looked in amazement at Mark and then down to Alfie who's bright red face splattered with what could only be semen contrasted so beautifully with his white bottom. He looked up in abject horror with his one eye from the horizontal to see his father looking down at him, plainly unable to believe what he was seeing. "Wot is it dad?" cried Sophie suddenly appearing in the room, drawn it seemed by a sexual magnet. "Out, out, Sophie get out." Jim moved over attempting to screen the boys from her all consuming sexual gaze and pushed her outside before closing the door. Alfie didn't dare look at his father again, he couldn't and simply stared at the carpet two inches from his face. Mark was equally traumatised and just lay there scarlet with embarrassment, his erection having rapidly wilted before his fathers eyes. Jim didn't really know what to say. Should he admonish them or make a rapid if dignified exit, that answer would depend on one question. "Alfie, now answer honestly me did Mark make you do this or did you want to do it with him?" The was a very muffled embarrassed grunt from the carpet. Embarrassed grunts were a very rare aural commodity. "Alfie, speak up." Jim looked across at Mark who was endeavouring to cover up his flagging essentials with a typically spunk stained top sheet. "I, I.." Alfie raised his head, unable to look at anybody, his voice sounding on the verge of cracking he finally stuttered, "dad, dad, I, I wanted to do it with him.." "Right as long as that's true. Now is it Mark?" "Yes, dad yes.. we wanted to do it together." mumbled Mark. How could he ever look either parent in the face again having being discovered in this situation with his twelve year old brother. It was unthinkable, especially on top of being castigated by his mother who only the previous day had all but exploded on discovering the surfeit of fresh semen in the dirty laundry. He cringed. "What a right pair of..." Jim barely managed to say it without actually laughing, having immediately thought back to growing up with his own brother, it seemed very little had changed in the world. "Pair of wot?" asked Alfie weakly, missing the point. "Now just get cleaned up and come down for breakfast." "Dad, dad," said Mark suddenly sitting bolt upright, "you're not telling mum are you?" "Why, are you?" Andy had just left the bathroom having very carefully planted the two pairs of his new white briefs that he had been wearing in the laundry basket. If he was to ever wear the new ones he had bought then it was something that had to be done to get them in the laundry cycle and no doubt his mother would find it funny. "Andy is that you?" called Hugh from below in the hallway. "Yeah, why dad, wot d'you want?" "A word, while mum and Martin are out, be better if can you come down." "Sure, be there in a minute." "And, wot have I done now?" asked Andy on finding his father flipping through the Sunday paper at the dining table. "I don't know, what have you done?" Hugh smiled. "Uumm... nothing, I don't think." Andy flushed regardless of guilt. "Good. Now listen, I tried to talk to mum the other night about you being, well, you know what I mean." "You mean queer." said Andy firmly. "Andy don't be too hard on yourself, but alright then say queer if you want." "Sorry dad, I'm still.. uumm.. trying to get to grips with it. It's difficult at times." "Well obviously, it's a lot to get to grips with and we'll come to that in a minute. First lets try and sort out your mother, I tried yesterday to explain to her the situation with you, but she doesn't want to know anything about it since to her you are quite normal and always will be." "Oh." Andy looked rather downcast. "I'd hoped she'd have listened to you." "Well, so did I and she won't. That thing with her brothers suicide has done for her as far as accepting you're homosexual, just as she couldn't accept that he was either." Hugh watched Andy's reaction. "All she will say is that you are just going through a phase and you will of course find a nice girl to settle down with and produce lots of grandchildren for her!" "Oh bloody hell!." "Yes, that does rather sum it up! To be quite honest I don't really know what to do or suggest next." "But, dad you've always got an answer for everything." "Not this for one I haven't." he shrugged his shoulders. "Of course the only real solution is for her to get some medical help to sort out her denials, although I'm not going to suggest it at the moment, so are you?" "No." Andy shook his head. "No." "I suppose if the question of somebody's homosexuality arose every week, well there might be a case for pushing it. But, now we've told her about you and got nowhere I can't see much point in raising it again immediately, lets try again in a few weeks." "I `spose so." Andy sounded very disappointed. "I'd hoped she'd have accepted it." "Well even if she hasn't, I have tried to come to terms with it." Hugh smiled. "And, so what I want to know now is how are you coping with it?" "Me?" he flushed. "Yes you!" "Now you've told us and had a bit of time to think it through, do you really still think you are homosexual and it's going to be that way for life?" "Yeah, I think so. I don't know if I'll change later on." replied Andy after a few moments thought. "All I know is that up to now I have been, I know that. I don't think of girls at all. Never have, just boys." "Andy, I'm just trying to gauge how you are coping and feel about it all. D'you regret telling me for instance, were you worried what I would say?" "No." he shook his head vigorously and bit his lip. "No. No. I had to tell you, `cause I just knew you'd understand. Like I knew Mart would understand as well. It's a real pity about mum though, I thought she would as well." It was apparent he was getting rather emotional, however since they were finally talking about it all without any untoward interruptions Hugh decided to press on. "You just said about not thinking about girls, so d'you think about boys a lot then?" "Yeah. I `spose." muttered Andy looking at the table, it was after all the truth. Hugh stopped, trying to phrase the next part without making it sound too intrusive, it was difficult, but he wanted to say it. "Andy, I don't know how to put this, so I'm just going to say it anyway. I imagine you're pretty active sexually or at least would like to be and I, I, I'm sorry to put it this way, but I just don't mean by yourself. I'm sorry I can't put it any other way." Andy closed his eyes and nodded scarlet with embarrassment. "Yeah, some." "I'm sorry, but I want to try and understand." Hugh put his hand on top of Andy's. "Now I expected that sort of answer, but, but, not, not with young boys, eh?" "No. Course not." he replied without looking at his father. Desperately trying to put all thoughts of the prime selection of first, second and third year boys that had been his regular masturbatory fantasises since starting work at the school out of his mind. "Thank heavens for that." "Uumm.. yeah." Hugh took a breath and continued. "So listen Andy, you'll be twenty one very shortly which means you could, uumm.. well, uumm, well suppose.. I'll try and put it like this, uumm... you've probably got a high sex drive, so you might want to be out there doing things with other men.. oh bloody hell, I don't know how to put it!" "No! No I wouldn't. No!" Andy looked horrified at the very thought. "Dad, I ain't like that about it. I might wank a lot, but I only wants to do other things with somebody that I really likes, I can't do nothing with just anybody!" "Bloody hell, you didn't have to say it like that." Hugh was having extreme difficulty in trying to express his fears and the honesty of the reply had thrown him. "Dad I don't go in public bogs or nothing like that!" he suddenly blurted out. "I've heard about them older blokes, I'm scared and I don't wanna do that sorta thing!" It was that which made Hugh suddenly see the reality of Andy's predicament. He appeared stuck in a strange limbo world where he could fantasise and physically want his peers, but conversely was desperately afraid of joining the mainstream adult world of homosexuality with all the dangers and sleaze that went with it. "Oh bloody hell Andy, you poor kid. Now I think I can begin to see where you are in all this. Is it what you really want?" "Dad I don't know." he replied fighting back tears. The truth was he didn't know other than he was very taken with male sex and couldn't understand or even admit to himself that it was younger boys he really wanted. "Andy, d'you see I don't really know how to say these things to you and since mum refuses to accept your decision, well it falls on me to try to try to make sense of how you feel and what you want." Hugh felt awful at having to continue, but he did want to voice his fears. "I'm not out to embarrass you or anything, I'll do anything to support you. I'm just trying to come to terms with what you are and importantly what you want, d'you understand?" "Yeah, I think so." Andy was visibly blinking back tears, he looked Hugh in the face. "I love you!" "Oh god!" Hugh's voice sounded as though it was going to crack. "I, I just don't want you, well, well, out there doing things with men just because you legally can. D'you see?" "Yeah and I wouldn't." "I just couldn't bear to think of you being abused by older men." Hugh put his hand over face, obviously very emotional. It was a side of him that Andy hadn't ever witnessed before, he in turn wiped tears from his cheeks. "I'm sorry." Hugh straightened up and wiped his face. "We all care about you and love you so much." "Oh fuck!" Andy finally dissolved into a flood of tears. "Why can't I be normal!" "Because you are what you are, it makes no difference to us despite all that denial bollocks that mum trots out." he looked at him, appearing so young for his age and quite plainly would be a very tempting target to some. "Would you at least tell me if there is somebody in this new world of yours that you can talk to about these things in depth, I don't know much about this at all." Wiping his eyes Andy nodded. "Yeah there is. He's just a bit older and he's been through it all, so he really understands and he don't take advantage of me or nothing, he's alright, he's a friend." "Well that's something, I'm pleased." "Yeah," he sniffed, "he's alright I can really trust him, bit like a big brother thing, he won't let me get into no trouble nor try nothing on me." "I'm really pleased about that, like I say I'm a bit lost with all this." It was proving hard to learn about his son's new life, Andy gave him a very watery smile. "I'll get through it dad." "I'm sure you will, we will. Now I don't suppose you ever will, but if you want me to meet this friend who's been helping you I'd really like it." "Oh, I dunno. Dad, I know wot yer saying and you means for the best, but can we leave it now, I'll tell him wot you said." "Of course. Can I just ask you one more thing and don't answer if you don't want too," said Hugh, "remember all those marks round your neck which I saw and started all this off. Well, was, was the one who you did that with I, uumm.. I mean is he.. uumm your sort of age and.. well, I suppose, is he, I mean, is he still about, do you see him... I'm really sorry, it's hard to ask, but I'd like to know." "Yeah, yeah." he mumbled looking again at the table. "He's sorta my age and, yeah he's till about." "I just wondered." Once again Andy despised himself for thinking of the fifteen year old boy with whom he was infatuated and seeing later that very same afternoon for further sexual misdemeanours. The fact he had lied yet again to his father was something he just couldn't even contemplate thinking about. "I think you've had enough haven't you?" Hugh stood up and tried to compose himself. "Will you just promise you'll talk to me if you ever get worried or need to sort anything out?" "Oh dad." Andy didn't answer directly, instead he rapidly pushed the chair back and moved to throw his arms around him as the tears rolled down his face, the action speaking far louder than the words. As they both now recognised the magnitude of the emotional problems generated by trying to come to terms with being homosexual were a million miles away from the generally perceived simplistic view of homosexuality being that of some boys masturbating together. It was far deeper and complex than either had appreciated. ########################################################## Chapter 31 to follow