Date: Wed, 15 Jan 2014 11:06:27 +0000 From: tom Subject: The LabTech - Chapter 5 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 5 – It takes one to know one "You really want to know what I wear?" replied Peter holding his gaze as Andy tried to break eye contact. "No... no... of course I don't." Andy blushed, it was too late. Peter had seen his reaction and it was obvious he was more than intrigued, as would be anyone who expressed more than a passing interest in underwear. "Pete, no.. no.. it wouldn't be right." "Well, it's alright with me," said Peter smiling and taking a huge gamble that Andy wouldn't object, he started to unzip his trousers, "I often go the gym and other blokes see them all the time so why shouldn't you, particularly as you seem to feel so strongly about Y-fronts?" Andy just stood there being neither able to object nor take his eyes off Peter's hands as they undid the dark blue trousers. With a flourish he peeled the fly apart just enough to reveal the top half of a bright red pair of bikini briefs, the bottom half containing his growing erection remained partially covered. "Oh shit!" Andy swallowed hard, this wasn't like the manikins he'd stared so longingly at in the shop windows. "Wot... wot.." "I think these are either British Home Stores or maybe C and A, they feel so good after those old Y-fronts." Peter continued to smile. "You want to go shopping at the weekend and surprise your mum! Don't be afraid!" "But.. but how, you don't know her.. she'd think I was.. I was a bit.." Andy knew he couldn't possibly do it, his mother just would not understand at all when functional and longevity was what was required. "You mean she'd think you were a bit queer wanting some coloured pants!" Peter completed the sentence and laughed. "Oh, don't be so silly." "Me queer?" Andy turned bright red and quickly looked away. "Of course you're not, that's just a joke. But you know how sexy it feels to wear some tight swimming trunks?" Peter decided that he may as well lay it on thick since Andy wasn't objecting and actually seemed to be willing to continue to talk. "Well, just imagine wearing something like that every day instead of those baggy old white briefs!" "And, they're nowhere near the top of your trousers, so they don't show." replied Andy a little to excitedly and mentioning the one thing that every schoolboy really hated about white briefs in general, the fact they always seemed to be on show above their trousers. "That's right, no more acres of white to get embarrassed about!" "How," Andy looked again at the red cotton, "but, how could I tell her? How can I buy them, she's always bought all my clothes!" Peter began to slowly zip up to finish the show, purposely leaving Andy wanting more. He really did, his eyes following every movement of Peter's hands. "See if it was me and I felt that strongly about what I wore, I'd do something about it, you just have to tell her especially if it's underwear that you like." "Uumm.." still blushing Andy couldn't admit outright an underwear fetish. "They do these same briefs in white as well, that would be a bit of turn on for you and your mum might not notice!" "Wot, they do, in white? But no, no, no, she'd notice immediately." now confused he wasn't sure what he wanted except some new tight underpants even if they were white. "Pete, wot d'you mean by a turn on for me?" "I think if you couldn't care less what your mum bought you, then you'd be happy wearing your old Y-fronts forever more. But, to me it seems wearing them obviously really embarrasses you." said Peter checking that his fly was indeed done up. "I mean, they do if you're honest don't they?" "Uumm.. yes.. I `spose so.." finally admitted Andy finding himself trapped. "And, just between us, I think you find underwear a just little bit exciting don't you?" "Well.. I, I don't like these any more," Andy looked at the pile of laundry, "maybe, I, well maybe just a little bit.." "So do I." Peter was unequivocal, hoping Andy would be equally forthright. "In fact I think I began taking a tiny interest when I was just about starting senior school, bet that's when you started as well?" "Uumm.. possibly.. I, I'm, I'm not sure." Reduced to a stutter Andy blushed yet again knowing full well that a trip to the empty changing rooms and a secretive inspection of the boys clothes hanging there was indeed far more than a tiny interest even when he was a first year. Regardless of working together Andy and Peter had developed a friendship in that Peter viewed Andy as a little young for his age, sexually naive and generally in need of a guiding hand. For his part, Andy thought Peter really genuine, something of a role model and although he didn't admit it, he actually welcomed Peter's comments regarding his sex life knowing himself to be confused. The fact that on the odd occasion it crossed his mind that Peter's own sexuality was questionable didn't worry him at all, in fact it might even be a help in sorting himself out. "Now, forget about you and your pants, we'd better have go at this, hadn't we?" Peter pointed to the recalcitrant dynamo lying on the floor. "Please." Andy sounded relieved and smiled. He would have liked to continue the conversation, but maybe having a change of topic was a good idea. Peter also thought it was best not to push matters sexual too far in one go and it seemed a good opportunity to change the subject, he looked down at the dynamo. "You'd better get a bit of newspaper to put it on while we take it apart on the kitchen table, I don't want to be told off by your mum!" "Nor do I!" Peter's eyes followed the tight trousers and the line of the Y-fronts beneath as Andy left the kitchen to find some, noting on the return journey that there was still a very distinct bulge around the fly, which the newspaper carried in front didn't quite cover. "What are you going to do to it?" asked Andy. "I've never taken one to bits before." "Dead easy, just slip the tin cover off and the two brushes will be inside, held by a spring clip," replied Peter unscrewing the clip on the cover, "there, see them, let's get one out and have a look." "Oh yeah," Andy was leaning against the table, having forgotten about the bulge in his trousers. Peter hadn't, the lump being the head of Andy's partial erection was only inches from his face as he bent over to examine the dynamo. "There see, look they're worn right down," said Peter pulling one out of it's holder and allowing Andy to see it, "you might be in luck and get away with just replacing them." "Bloody hell, that'll be fantastic, but where do I get some?" "Any decent motor factor or a big accessory shop like the one on the high street, you know where that is." Peter smiled. "Job almost done I reckon, take an old one in to make sure they're right get a new set. You can see how easy it is to put them in, then you can stick it back on and see if it charges." "Wow! I'd have me car back for the weekend and half term." "If you get it done for say Saturday afternoon, give me a ring to make sure I'm in and you can drive it round, then we'll just check the charging rate. Tell you what though, you'd better make sure the battery is charged if it's been sat in the road for a while." "Yeah, you're right, will do." Andy was delighted with the prospect. "You still in the same flat, round the other side of the park?" "Yes, same place, same number." Peter looked at his watch, thinking it wasn't just the seed of an underwear fixation he'd successfully had planted in Andy's mind, more the entire crop. "Andy, I've got to go now, so I' need to wash my hands and then I'll see you in the lab tomorrow." "You've been really great, doing this. I'll have to do something in return for you one day." Andy smiled and pointed to the sink. "Washing up liquid do, the towels just there." "No problem," Peter grinned. "and, I'm sure I can think of a little something in return, in due course." "Wot you doing then?" Surprised, Andy looked up from the dynamo to see Martin coming through the kitchen door. "Uumm, mending me car. Pete from works been here, he's taken the dynamo to bits and reckons if I get some new brushes for it, the car might be back on the road for the weekend." "That's good, we can go for a ride next week then." Martin grinned, dropped his school bag on the floor and turned to point to the door, "Andy this is Adam, he joined the school last term and I said I'd lend him one of me old physics text books to catch up over the holiday." "Oh, right." Andy glanced across to the doorway to see a very slightly plump fair haired boy with a turned up nose and blue eyes looking at him. It appeared he was one of those boys who constantly had a hand in his trouser pocket, something that Andy being very self-conscious didn't do, at least where he could be seen. He took a second look and managed a smile, before looking down at the dynamo. Then he looked again. "Hello." Adam moved over and offered a hand. "I'd better not, I'm a bit dirty at the minute," Andy held out his hand palm up to show the oily dirt, "let me dump the dynamo in the car and I'll be right back." "Adam want a drink or something?" asked Martin. "Please." Adam nodded and glanced out the door to be gratified by seeing the outline of Andy's briefs through his trousers as he walked down the path. Leaving Martin foraging for some lemonade and crisps to entertain his guest, Andy made his way out to the car and put the dynamo in the boot for safety until he could work on the car over the weekend. For a few seconds he stood there feeling quite perturbed and unsure what to do, meeting Adam had suddenly presented him with all manner of problems he didn't really want to address revolving around his sexuality. A seasoned voyeur who had watched many boys at the school, Andy knew there was really only one persona that would induce the proverbial butterflies in his stomach and on seeing Adam had instantly succumbed to that very strange and nervous sensation in the pit of his stomach. However, on this occasion there was no escaping to the prep lab for an erotic fantasy coupled with a ejaculation beneath his lab white coat. Adam replete with smile and the slightly turned up nose wasn't part of a fantasy, but was actually there in Andy's house waiting to talk to him. And, as if Andy couldn't feel any more disconcerted he had the most strange intuition that Adam had already guessed his guilty secret. "We'll hang on for Andy to get back, then I'll go and look for the book." said Martin. "It might take five minutes `cause I gotta feeling mum's tidied my old books away somewhere on the bookcase landing upstairs." "Mine does that as well, wonder why?" "It's a mother thing innit?" "I'm back." said Andy coming back into the kitchen and carefully avoiding looking at Adam for fear of unsettling himself further. "Just let me wash me hands." "Right, now I'll go and try to find the book, you two have a chat a minute." Martin turned to go out of the door. "Back soon." "Is the car easy to fix, I'm not very practical." enquired Adam. Andy stood at the sink with his hands covered in washing-up liquid, keeping his back to Adam and hoping from his body language that his instantaneous infatuation wasn't that obvious. His body though had other ideas as he found out on brushing against the edge of the sink and realising he was almost fully erect. "Uumm.." he asked without turning round, "have you seen the towel?" "Yeah it's on the back of one of the chairs." "Oh," knowing he couldn't face the sink all the time he took a deep breath and turned his head to look, "oh right yeah, I'll get it." Adam just watched, played with himself through his trouser pocket and smiled. He smiled with good reason, having immediately sensed that Andy was like him and not very interested in girls. Having been packed off to boarding school when he was eleven for the four years prior to the family moving home, he had rapidly discovered his sexuality. By the age of twelve he had lost not only his anal virginity, but also any inhibitions and was far from shy in pursuing matters of a sexual nature. However, since being at the grammar school Adam had decided it best to initially keep such proclivity to himself, Martin he viewed as friend and wasn't interested in sexually, well that was unless Martin happened to instigate anything! Whereas, on seeing Andy's immediate attributes as a combination of a slight figure, boyish looks and a fair complexion meaning that shaving twice a week was more than ample, all of which contributed to the delightful illusion of him being seventeen or eighteen, instead of twenty. Knowing his erection would easily be spotted, Andy turned very awkwardly away from the sink desperately hoping to avoid showing his profile as he reached out for the towel. As he did so his foot caught the leg of the table, dragging it a few inches to crash into the chair on which Peter had piled the clean laundry. "Oh fuck!" Unaware that he was shortly to be seduced Andy looked down in horror as the pile of neatly ironed clothes tumbled to the floor. Immediately he bent down in an attempt to limit further embarrassment by rescuing his underpants from Adam's view only to realise he couldn't pick anything up with his soapy wet hands. "Don't worry I'll pick it all up." said Adam bending down and reaching out to pick up first the shirts and then quickly gathering up the white briefs before Andy could help. "Thanks." muttered Andy, wiping his hands on the towel. "They were in two piles weren't they? Your's and Martin's?" asked Adam, knowing full well they had been, "Which were yours, I'll sort them?" "Those.." Andy pointed to the coloured shirts and in the general direction of the white ribbed Y-fronts, unable to bring himself to utter the word but thinking if there was ever a case for some coloured underpants this proved it. After the last couple of days with Peter dropping subtle hints about his underpants and masturbation, to find himself now in an emotional confrontation with himself because he was besotted by a boy who he had only known a few minutes, Andy was more than confused. Initially Adam started to separate the clothes and put them back on the chair, but holding a pair of Y-fronts in one hand and mistakenly taking the sight of Andy's bulging trousers as something of an invitation he suddenly pushed his other hand deep into his trouser pocket. In a movement that every schoolboy knew so well, he swiftly manoeuvred it under the elastic of his briefs to massage his cock, now separated from his fingers by only by the thin lining of the pocket. At that point Andy found he had trouble controlling himself as he openly stared at Adam's manipulations. To compliment the strange empty feeling in his stomach even the hairs on the nape of his neck had now risen along with the sexual temperature. Until the previous afternoon with Martin, he had never been intimate with anybody before and was unaccustomed to being anything other than a prolific solo masturbator. He tried to come to terms with the fact only a few inches away Adam was effectively offering himself to him, it was a fantasy come true except that his inhibitions were so entrenched he was unable to decide whether to take advantage of the offer or not. "Sorry, I gotta scratch it, I got an itch." with his hand actively engaged in his pocket Adam grinned and raising the stakes even higher by nodding towards Andy's bulging trousers. "Looks got like you got an itch as well." Andy looked down to see his trousers looking as though they were about to burst open, then said the first thing that came into his head. "I'd rub it, not scratch it!" "I was gonna do that when I got home." "I am home," replied Andy quietly, totally unaware what he was about to invite "Well then, I'll rub it for you," Adam moved to stand by his side, "now!" "Oh fuck!" gasped Andy. Adam was certainly no shrinking violet when it came to initiating sex. Standing by Andy he placed the palm of his hand squarely on the lump and started to rub it in a circular motion. "Well don't be shy, you do the same to me and we'll cum together." said Adam looking Andy full in the face. "This is what you wanted isn't it?" Andy closed his eyes and nodded frantically, it was certainly more than he wanted or had ever dreamed about. "D'you cum in your pants a lot?" asked Adam. "I love it." "No, not very often." replied Andy, not wishing to admit he did so at least once a week, usually at bedtime or at work under cover of his while lab coat whilst ogling a tasty third year boy with an erection. "Well we're both going to do it now, so get rubbing me cock before the bloody thing explodes!" said Adam as though it were an everyday event, which of course it was when he was at boarding school! "Right.. uumm.." with a trembling hand Andy touched the front of Adam's trousers, there was certainly something hard inside and once he started to press hard onto it and he quickly concluded Adam's cock seemed to be much as his own. Both being extremely aroused it really didn't take long before Andy began to shudder and ejaculate with what to him what seemed to be the biggest load in his life, his cock spewing out an unending stream of hot spunk into his briefs. The involuntarily arching of his back whilst his balls emptied them themselves was the cue for Adam to also start to filling his underpants. "Now you've cum don't fucking stop rubbing me," hissed Adam excitedly, "I'm gonna keep rubbing you so the spunk gets over everything and then your cock just slides around your pants as you walk!" "Wot? Oh fuck!" Andy was now being subjected to the most exquisite feeling as Adam's very experienced hand started to distribute the semen inside his briefs, pushing it around with the head of Andy's twitching cock. By the time they had both finished and drawn breath Andy was near to collapse, wobbling precariously he sat himself down heavily on a kitchen chair. Mentally he was in a state of total disarray, his mind flashing between the fact he'd finally committed a sexual act with another boy, but that in turn signified that he was now a confirmed homosexual. All of which was compounded by his infatuation with Adam, being something else he didn't really want to admit to himself. "You alright?" Adam leant over him, one hand as even in his pocket rubbing the lining over the front of his sperm soaked briefs. "I dunno." Andy looked blankly around, it was all a little too much. And, far too quickly. "You're just a bit overcome!" Adam laughed. "Oh fuck!" Andy looked quickly around in panic. "Fuck, where's Mart, he can't see me like this!" "It's alright, he's still looking for book, I can hear him upstairs." Andy swallowed and took a deep breath. "How... how, uumm, how did you know?" "Wot? Oh about you?" Adam grinned. "You couldn't stop looking at me could you?" "Fuck!" Andy nervously bit his lip. "Was it that obvious? Oh fuck!" "It was to me, but then I'm always looking and it takes one to know one!" "Are you, are you.. queer then?" Andy really didn't mean to ask the question, but any shred of common sense had left him when Adam first entered the house. "I think so," replied Adam rather surprised at the directness of the question, he looked him in the eye, "please don't say anything to Martin will you?" "Uumm.. no." Andy was shocked he'd actually met a boy who admitted he was homosexual. "He doesn't know then?" "Think he might have guessed, but I ain't said anything or done anything with him, he's a really nice friend." Adam blinked. "I won't say nothing." muttered Andy. "Promise." "D'you think you're queer then?" it was a very straight question, the answer to which Andy had been pondering since he was in junior school. "Fuck. I don't know, I keep asking myself that." Andy looked up at Adam and then down to the floor, his voice almost cracked as he continued. "I really want to talk about it, but another time when we won't be interrupted. Can we?" "I'd like it as well, it's hard to get anybody to be honest enough to admit it." Adam put a hand on his shoulder. "Truth is a lot of boys just have wank together and that's it, but there's a lot more to it for me, I'd love to talk about it." "Please." Andy looked up and smiled. "Soon." "Maybe over half term?" "Please, we'll have to sort out something. I got one other question, it's a bit silly really." "And?" "What pants do you wear?" "Oh shit, you as well!" Adam giggled. "You got a thing about them haven't you, I guessed that when I saw your face as I picked up the washing." "Yeah alright I have." Andy blushed. "So what d'you wear then?" "Same as you, fucking Y-fronts and a few St Michael, it's what me mum buys innit?" Before Andy could reply the door opened and Martin returned carrying a rather dog eared text book. "There." he presented it to Adam who quickly withdrew his hand from his pocket. "Thanks, that's great." "You alright Andy? Why you sat down?" continued Martin looking at his brother who still looked distinctly flustered. "I was going to make suggestion." "Yeah, uumm... sorry was miles away.." stuttered Andy doing his best to cover the large shiny wet spot he had just noticed on the front of his old trousers. "What was the suggestion then?" asked Adam as though nothing had happened. "Well, if Andy's got his car going again and we're all off next week as it's half term I thought he could take us to the beach one day, it's less than twenty miles innit?" "Well, shall we?" Adam grinned, his cock lurched in his sperm soaked briefs and he looked hopefully at Andy. "Andy, well?" asked Martin hopefully, he nudging his brother's shoulder. "Uumm.. maybe," blinded by thoughts of seeing Adam in some tight swimming trunks it was now Andy's turn for his cock to lurched skywards inside his sperm soaked briefs, "why not, but I gotta make sure the cars gonna go alright first." "Of course," Adam looked knowingly at Andy, "you wouldn't want it breaking on some lonely country road with us three stuck in it would you?" ###################################### IMPORTANT PLEASE NOTE >>>> Due to some logistical problems I have to take about a month off from posting this story which means that Chapter 6 will not be posted until 26 February - I'm sorry about it, but at least you know that the story will continue.