Date: Wed, 03 Dec 2014 16:05:47 +0000 From: tom Subject: The Lab Technician Chapter 6 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 ******************************************************************** First an apology, please do read... Being the gentleman that I am, I should really apologise for not posting anything since Chapter 5 at which point I said I was taking a month off - whereas in fact that month has turned into many months! All due really to a combination of lack of time, a health problem and the simple fact I just needed a break from writing having only barely finished the epic Brief Encounters story. Those of you that have written stories for Nifty will fully appreciate the commitment it takes to regularly write\post and avoid the dreaded "writers block" whilst attempting to keep the story alive and fresh. So sometimes you ask yourself why with all the other pressures of life you are doing it in the first place - the answer I suspect is the sheer enjoyment of writing! So, hoping you are sitting comfortably then allow me pick up the story at the close of chapter 5 where our eponymous hero Andy had last been seen. That said, Dear Reader, maybe in view of the timescale between these postings it might be an idea to start the whole thing again from the beginning before moving on with these later chapters. Finally, I will resume posting on fortnightly basis as before which just about allows me time to concoct a decent sized chapter. Enjoy – I hope! Tom. »»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»«««««««««««««««««««««««««««««« Chapter 6 – Not going to rip my clothes off? Understandably Andy had had a very restless night peppered with lewd visions of Adam, necessitating some urgent hand relief at around four in the morning when he ejaculated into the same stained briefs beneath his pyjama trousers. Those pleasant dreams were conjugated with dire thoughts of being homosexual, thus ensuring he was awake very early on the Saturday although the morning sunshine dispelling the more untoward thoughts of the night. Still having to share Martin's bedroom he crept out to the bathroom without waking him clutching his clothes and having determined to get going early with the aim buying and fitting the dynamo brushes. His plan being with the car once mobile again he could go off and get some emulsion paint to decorate his room. A cycle ride to the local motor accessory shop had indeed yielded the correct brushes for the dynamo just as Peter had predicted and he was soon on his way home to fit them. Using the flat top of the garden wall as a bench to rest the various tools on Martin appeared from the house looking as though he had just woken up. "Why you doing it out here on the wall instead of in the kitchen like yesterday?" he asked looking at the oily black fingers at work. "Well, it' warm, I can see wot I'm doing and I ain't got mum nagging me about a bit of mess." replied Andy looking at his brother. "It's nearly eleven o'clock, have you only just bloody well got up?" "Yeah," Martin grinned, the rekindled brotherly love and sexual honesty knew no bounds, "after last night, can't you guess wot I've been doing?" "Oh shit! You haven't have you?" Andy blushed unaccustomed to Martin's openness, something not helped by being nowhere near finding a solution to his own confused emotions in respect of Adam. "Didn't you do it in the basin as usual when you got up then?" Martin laughed. "Bollocks! Wish I'd never told you that!" Andy's colour remained a tasteful shade of pink. "So wot you doing today after fixing the car?" "Give me a break, I gotta make sure it works yet." Andy raised his eyebrows. "Then, if I can get it going I wanna go and get some emulsion paint so I can get on with decorating me room and move back in for Sunday night." "Wot, no more wanking together then?" Martin's face fell. "Course we will, we can go in each others rooms." Andy smiled, "I might still be a bit embarrassed about it, but we ain't stopping doing it together now are we?" "Thank fuck for that!" Martin's face returned to smile. "Hey, that was fun last night wasn't it wanking each other off wearing our pants in me single bed wunnit?" "Yeah. If we do it tonight you can get in my bed, but don't get it over the bloody sheets!" "You didn't half stink of spunk when you got your pants down," Martin looked at him quizzically, "had you cum in 'em earlier in the day at work or something?" Andy could hardly admit to what he had done with Adam, neither could he admit that he still had on the same odorous, semen stained briefs. Wearing them was a tangible connection to Adam which had taken precedence over personal hygiene. Knowing he looked distinctly guilty he bent over pretending to closely examine the dynamo. "Well I gotta be honest, I did it in the bog dinner time at work, I, I.. uumm.. just had a gert hard on.. you know wot I mean don't you?" "You dirty sod!" Martin giggled. "Yeah I do know wot you mean, I had a quick one on Monday in one of the school bogs at dinner. I loved it walking about with me pants all slippery around me knob for the afternoon!" "Your best mate Adam didn't join you then?" it sounded innocuous enough. "Nah, he was playing chess or something, he goes to all the after school classes and stuff, well anything except sporty things." replied Martin missing the implication. "Anyway we ain't never done anything like that together, but we knows we both wanks a lot." "Would you want to have wank with him then?" the question sounded innocent enough, but not for Andy. "I wonder if he likes wanking in his pants as well?" "Wouldn't mind, but Andy listen, some boy's say they think he's a bit queer.. so, so I ain't sure," Martin leant closer, "but I really like him as a mate though. And no, I ain't asked him if does it in his pants, but I don't care I will do now." "Wot's a queer anyway, I don't really know d'you?" continued Andy conscious of the fact his heart was beating faster now they were talking about Adam. "I wouldn't worry about wot they say, he seems really nice to me." "I `spose you're right." Martin squeezed the front of his jeans. "I'm getting hard again talking about this stuff!" "Well don't you fucking get it out here! Bloody hell Mart, you've only just cum and you're talking about wanking again, don't you never stop?" Andy looked up and grinned. "Anyway I guess if he wants to have a wank with you then he'll ask you won't he?" "Or I could ask him." said Martin holding his growing erection. "I loves wanking!" "Or we could all drive to the seaside, test me car and all have a wank together on the beach!" "Oh yeah.." Martin looked very surprised as his brothers invitation. "It was only a joke." said Andy quickly realising Martin had latched onto the idea. "Mart, only just a joke." "But.. well we could... couldn't we?" Peter leant against the door frame holding the telephone in one hand and scratching himself through his pocket with the other hand. "Hello... oh good, Andy well does it work? Great. Does the red light go out?" "And... well that's good... right, yes OK... and yes I've still got the Avometer so we can check the charging rate..." his scratching hand was now down the front of his trousers, "OK, I'll see you about two o'clock then. Bye." Putting the handset down Peter smiled to himself and squeezed the head of his rapidly growing cock through his blue briefs. Young Andy's body certainly appealed, all the more so now that Peter knew he was having to wear the ubiquitous white Y-fronts which his mother bought him. Andy certainly appeared to be developing an underwear fetish taking a very definite interest not only in his own, but that which others wore as well. It was without doubt time for the plan he had dreamt up the previous evening to be set in motion, hopefully to ensnare Andy and with any luck lead to other things. However, Peter found he didn't have much time to dwell on the outcome before the telephone rang to interrupt his thoughts and was delighted to find it was his new found friend Tim enquiring as to when they could meet for further fun and games. Suddenly it seemed things were getting a little busy, with Andy coming around early in the afternoon and Tim now scheduled to make an appearance for some hands-on correction therapy in the early evening, Peter still had just enough time to set the bait for Andy's visit. At a about two fifteen Andy, understandably somewhat excited at having the car back on the road duly arrived at Peter's flat and almost ran up the path to the front door and rang the door bell. Within minutes they were outside in the road with Peter using the Avometer to check the output from the dynamo. "It's good, both the dynamo and the regulator are working fine . When you start it up is shows a healthy twenty odd amps, which drops as the battery takes a charge." Peter looked at Andy and smiled. "I think you've cracked it sunshine!" "It's bloody brilliant," enthused Andy, "in fact you're bloody brilliant as well!" "Flattery will get you anywhere," said Peter noting the flash of white around Andy's waist as he bent over the bonnet to look once again at his handiwork, "I think though you should re-tension the fanbelt, it feels a bit slack and it'll start to squeal as soon when the dynamo puts out a load." "Right, I'll do it now." replied Andy delving into passenger footwell and emerging with a couple of spanners, "I thought it might need it." Whilst Andy was wearing some jeans instead of his working trousers, he still wore the same old T-shirt which immediately began to ride up his back as he bent over the front wing. Peter took a deep breath on seeing the band of white ribbed cotton, should he make another comment or merely wait and see if his plan would work? "It's nearly three o'clock," Peter looked at his watch and then quickly back to the exposed briefs, "I'll go and put the kettle on and you come in for wash when you've finished the fanbelt." Ten minutes later Andy had put the tools away, locked up the car and was walking though the hallway looking for Peter. "I'm in the kitchen, first door on the right." called out Peter, "come in and then I'll show you where the bathroom is so you can wash your hands." "It's a really nice flat isn't it?" said Andy looking through the kitchen doorway. "Yes, I was lucky to get it. Now, hang on a second while I sort the kettle out and then I'll show you where the bathroom is," said Peter looking for some mugs as he spoke, "I'm afraid you'll have to excuse the laundry basket and the washing hanging over the bath, it was only some small stuff and didn't seem worth a trip to that bloody launderette." "Oh, that's uumm.. fine." said Andy almost instantly wondering whether there would be any underwear on display. "Right, the coffee is made, so lets get you washed," Peter led the way down the passage and pushed open a door to reveal a very smart new white bathroom suite and freshly tiled walls, "I only finished it a couple of weeks ago, nice isn't it?" "Yeah, it looks great, wish dad would redo ours like this." "Use some hair shampoo for the oily stuff on you hands, I find it works a treat and doesn't take the skin off like cheap washing up liquid does." "Fine, I'll remember that." Andy glanced around, his eyes suddenly focused on the drying rack over the bath with what looked like some coloured underpants hanging from it, as a reflex reaction he immediately blushed. Whilst Peter pretended he didn't see he now knew that Andy was taking the bait, in this case disguised as coloured briefs! "Well, when you've had a wash, I'll see you back in the kitchen." Peter closed the door leaving and instead of returning to the kitchen, turned to head quickly for the spare bedroom. Andy was no stranger when it came to inspecting underwear. At school he had found looking through the clothes hanging up in the changing rooms to be a very enlightening experience so rummaging through a laundry basket and a drying rack was nothing new. In fact, at home he often had a look through the laundry basket and would retire to bed with a pair of Martin's briefs to explore, sniff or ejaculate into before returning them to the basket. And, in that he was not alone and unaware that Martin was actually doing much the same thing, except not only would he examine and sniff them, but wear them as well. With Andy being a little larger, the briefs were larger as well and it gave Martin quite a thrill to change into them after school and wear them under his jeans for the evening before ejaculating and sleeping in them. So it was that after very quickly washing his hands Andy headed for the drying rack above the bath and to his utter delight found amongst the T-shirts three pairs of small coloured briefs in red, pale blue and navy blue. Just handling them was enough to give him an instant erection and threaten to induce the eleventh commandment from on high, thou shalt not covet your boss's coloured briefs. However, since religion never played much of a part in his life he ignored the dire consequences to continue to touch and inspect for possible signs of semen, only then did he see a most unusual item. A white pouch with a thin elastic waistband and a single cord like piece joining the pouch to the waistband at the rear, it was of course a thong, but to Andy who had never seen anything like it before it was an exciting mystery sex object. "Go on, fucking go and look in the basket!" said Peter to himself. A virtuoso voyeur, who liked to know what all his male guests did in the bathroom, Peter had his eye almost glued to the eyepiece hidden usually concealed beneath a picture on the wall of the spare bedroom. On the other side of the stud wall was the bathroom, where the business end of the rather expensive optical spy tube was cleverly disguised in the tile pattern just below the mirror offering an excellent view of all that went on. Andy now had a hand deep inside the fly of his ill fitting jeans to attend to his erection, quite unaware he was being carefully watched. Having minutely examined the briefs and thong in turn he then moved to inspect the contents of the dirty washing basket and on bending right over displayed some three inches of his full cut Y-fronts above the waistband of his jeans. Incredibly the laundry basket seemed to offer an even better selection than the drying rack. The object on the top being a pair of small black briefs, without hesitating Andy grabbed them up in the frenzied hope he was finally going to see some evidence of Peter's sex life. He certainly was and almost immediately dropped them back in the basket in fright on discovering that evidence there was and plenty of it! Absolutely saturated with semen, the inside was still very wet and sticky from when Peter had ejaculated into them only a couple of hours previously. Peter watched excitedly, his own cock deserving a squeeze as Andy looked down again at the briefs then to his fingers which he began to sniff and rub together, plainly he was taken with his discovery. Standing as though he were about to pick up the briefs again he instead glanced at his watch and quickly began to wipe the semen off his hand onto the towel, Peter thought it a good time to return to the kitchen. "Ah, there you are, I made the coffee, come on in the living room." Peter carrying two mugs and looking quite unflustered as he met Andy, who on the contrary was looking somewhat flustered in the passageway. "Thanks." said Andy as he sat on the sofa. "Here, take this," Peter and sat on the other end of the sofa offering one of the two blue mugs, "I was beginning to wonder what you'd been doing in there, you've been so long!" "Wot!" Andy went from flushed to an embarrassed red. "Uumm.." "Actually, I wouldn't mind if you had." "Wot? Wouldn't mind if I.." stuttered Andy, "I, I had wot?" "Well, you know," Peter grinned, "that thing that's trying to escape from your fly is a bit of an obvious giveaway really!" "Oh fuck!" exclaimed Andy looking down to see the semen stained front of his briefs trying to push out through the gaping fly. "It's no great problem, just cross your legs like when you've seen a nice boy at school and it won't notice!" "Fuck! I wasn't doing..." Andy's complexion had now changed to puce, he stopped in mid sentence, "bloody hell how d'you know about that and the boys at school?" "I watch 'em closely, just like you do!" Peter grinned. "Especially that little wanker of a third year with the baggy trousers and the glasses, you know the one who makes you have to go back in the prep lab after watching him for a bit!" "Wot.. oh no.. oh fuck no.." Looking away from Peter he struggled to push his unruly erection and spunk spattered briefs back through the gaping fly of his jeans, never an easy task when sitting down with a mug of coffee. "It's alright calm down, Andy it was only a joke." said Peter on seeing his reaction. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Andy really was beginning to believe the tumultuous last forty eight hours were all an awful dream during and his most intimate secrets were unravelling for all to see. Torn between lust and facing his own worst fears he closed his eyes in despair and tears began to well up in his eyes. "Andy, don't, please, it was all a bit of joke.." Peter quickly slid up the sofa and was tempted to put an arm around him, "come on, come on, it was only a joke, please if you've got a problem you can tell me, is it something at home?" "I'm all fucked up," he eventually replied in a very croaky voice, "Pete I trust you, oh fucking hell will you help me?" "Of course I will, but what is it?" Peter was now feeling distinctly guilty at essentially pushing Andy too far in the first place. "I'm guessing it's something to do with sex, you can be honest and say what you like, it won't go any further I promise." With tears on his cheeks Andy opened his eyes and looked at Peter. "Are you queer Pete, `cause I think I am!" "Oh! Uumm.. oh shit, I see," Peter was rather taken aback, "no, I'm not queer, but I am bisexual." "Wot the fucks that?" "It means I like sex with either a woman or a man," Peter smiled reassuringly not wishing to create further panic, "if it helps you to know I'm currently on a man phase at the moment!" "Oh fuck, well I don't know. I think I'm queer then `cause all I thinks about is boys." Andy looked dejectedly at the floor. "Bloody hell, in that case I'd better move back, I don't want you getting the wrong idea about us." Peter had intended his comment about being on a man phase and moving away as a bit of joke. "You don't have to move Pete," mumbled Andy, "I've often thought you're a bit like a sorta of big brother and you wouldn't do me no harm." Andy attempted to make eye contact. "I, I'd even let you look in me pants if you wanted! I know you want to `cause you keeps on about them and it ain't all a joke is it?" "Well you could look in mine as well." again Peter meant his comment as a joke to help defuse the situation, but it didn't quite come over as that. "Oh bloody hell Andy, what have I done?" "Yeah, I might do." was it a germ of a smile that flashed across his face, Peter wasn't sure, Andy continued. "Wot you've done is to make me face wot I've been telling meself can't be true since I was about eleven.. I like boys." "Bloody hell, oh Andy, I'm so sorry, I just got carried away.. I didn't realise you were so sensitive about it or I wouldn't have said anything, oh fuck I'm so sorry." "I sorta guessed some time back you liked boys, you watch 'em like I do and lately you've been watching me and dropping hints about me pants and wanking and that ain't you?" "Oh fucking hell! Was it that obvious?" It was now Peter's turn to feel extremely embarrassed, not only in response to Andy's genuine words of affection, but that he had obviously been caught out by dropping too many sexual hints and innuendos. And, he realised he had also completely misjudged Andy's current frame of mind from his outwardly stable demeanour. "Yeah it was, but it's alright, `cause you're alright." Andy looked up and managed a really weak smile. "So if I'm queer, is it alright to have a good wank thinking about them boys at school then?" "Probably, but best not to wank in the prep lab at school!" Peter smiled. "Seriously, d'you want to talk about it, seems you've carried this about for a long time and it is something that I do know more than a little about." "You know so much about so many things, I wish I did." Andy took a deep breath. "Well I'll try, but please don't stop me if I cry will you?" "No, we all cry," Peter blinked, "I get all fucked up over whether I'm meant for men or women, then I'll cry. You mustn't be ashamed of crying, it's only an emotion like laughing." "You do?" Andy was really surprised. "But, you always look like you're really up together and nothing would phase you." "Yes I do, clever eh?" said Peter thoughtfully. "Don't you see, that's how you come over as well, like really happy and not a bloody care in the world so that's why I said those things to you thinking you'd take it as big joke." "Oh yeah, all a big joke and I'm really so happy." Andy looked at Peter. "Well that lasts till I go to bed and then I start thinking and wanking over the boys I've seen in school. Then the worst bit, wondering if that's what I'll be doing for the rest on me life... wanking over fantasies of that third year with the glasses!" "Oh Andy," Peter moved closer and put a hand on his shoulder, "no, no you can't think like that. You mustn't." "But I do." he sniffed. "I knew you were fishing the other day when you asked about girlfriends, you were trying to get me talking, weren't you? But how could I tell you that I've never been out with a girl or come that ever wanted to? How could I?" "True I was trying to get you talking, you just seemed to have been a bit down lately and I tried to do it in what I thought a sort of funny way to get you started. Except, I seemed to have fucked it up, why didn't you say something then?" "Because I ain't never said anything to anybody, all I ever seem to do is wank in bed!" Andy suddenly looked up. "D'you know it was only this week that me and me younger brother spoke for the first time about wanking and then we did it together. I mean how fucking stupid is that between brothers!" "Well was there something that was stopping you doing anything or talking about it before then?" "Uumm.. yeah," Andy looked away and bit his lip, "uumm.. but I don't wanna talk about it, when I was about twelve something really fucking nasty happened and it made me never want to show my body to anybody." "Oh, I'm sorry." said Peter. "You see, my elder brother wouldn't leave me alone till we were wanking together every night, I suppose I got a taste for doing it with him or other boys." "Lucky you!" Andy managed a sort of half smile. "You want to know more? Well after that with Martin, it gets worse because then I got even more confused. Remember the day you came to mend the car and you made a few more comments after seeing the washing, yeah?" "I'm really sorry, but yes, I did." Peter looked contrite. "I shouldn't have, honestly." "But you didn't know I was all fucked when you said those things did you? I know you didn't mean anything now, but at the time when I was putting it all together and I was getting mixed messages in me head all over the place. And, I guessed you'd be looking at me pants when I was under the bloody car and then when you made those comments as you moved 'em off the table I nearly fucking cried." "Oh shit, it wasn't meant to hurt you.. I just.. I don't know, if I'm honest seeing you in those bloody Y-fronts was a bit of a turn on." Peter blushed at his confession. "Sorry, I really wouldn't have done anything or touched you, it just looked so, so.." "So sexy, that's wot you mean don't you?" Peter just nodded looking extremely embarrassed that it was his fantasies now becoming public. "I know you wouldn't have done anything," Andy paused, "and, to be honest if you had I don't think I would have minded." "Really! Oh my god!" "Anyway, let me say this `cause its the bit that bloody well nearly finished me off." Andy closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Just after you'd gone, Mart came back from school and he had a mate with him who I didn't know. Mart went off to find a book and we just looked at each other and knew we wanted each other." "Bloody hell Andy, just like that?" Peter looked at him, but he looked away. "Shit, that's serious stuff!" "Yeah, just like that, I felt all funny inside." he paused again. "Adam his name is, he said he'd been to boarding school so knew all about boys and that he was queer, but I said I didn't really know whether I was or not. Then he saw that clean laundry and started talking about underpants, I dunno wot happened next except within a couple of minutes we was rubbing the front of each others trousers till we cum in our pants. I couldn't stop him and I wanted him to do it. I wanted him and he wanted me, we told each other that. I think I love him!" "Oh Shit!" Apart from it seeming so out of keeping with Andy's usual behaviour, Peter was very concerned that Andy could be hurt by the speed of the affair should it not continue. "So after years of being a solo wanker in less than three days you've suddenly discovered sex with other boys and think you're in love?" "Right. Help me Pete `cause I don't understand what's happening any more." Andy looked at him desperately hoping for a positive answer to his next question. "Pete, you know about these things, d'you really think it is love? I don't know wot love is? All I can think about now is Adam, I can't sleep `cause I think about him and so I wanks all night." "Wow. Andy, I don't know, I need to think a minute." Peter smiled and racked his brain trying to think how to compose a suitable answer that wouldn't entirely dash Andy's dream. "Suppose that maybe it's not quite love, but obviously there's something that brings you very closely together. I really don't want to see you hurt so, well can ease back a bit and see what happens between you two after a couple of weeks? I mean, uumm.. you wouldn't want to give him your heart so to speak, if he was only after your cock and bum, now would you?" "No, I `spose not." Andy went quiet and was obviously now thinking deep. "As much as I want him that would totally fuck me head up wouldn't it? I think I see wot you mean, besides I don't know wot to do with him anyway." "Exactly that's what I was trying to say. On top of all the sex with Martin, plus what I've said maybe you're a little vulnerable right now, d'you see? So if this went all wrong, you'd be absolutely bloody stuffed wouldn't you? D'you see what I mean?" "Yeah I do. But, I don't know how to stop thinking about him." "Are you seeing him again?" "Yeah, now me cars going I was gonna take him and Mart down to the beach at Weston on Monday for the day." he looked at the carpet. "And, now I promised I can't get out of that can I?" "Well you'll just have to try and restrain yourself a bit, what else can you do?" "Not a lot." Andy shook his head. "I `spose you're right." "Now listen, on a sort of change of subject," Peter smiled and reached behind the sofa for a white plastic carrier bag, "I got you a present this morning when I went shopping." "Oh, thanks?" surprised, Andy suddenly sat up seemed to return to life. "A present? Wot?" "Open it and have look, they aren't wrapped!" Peter handed over the bag which Andy immediately delved into, moments later he pulled out two pairs of rather small white briefs, he held them up unable to believe his eyes. "You seemed so pissed off the other day when we were talking about your mum buying you those bloody awful Y-fronts I thought you needed cheering up and maybe she won't notice as they are white." "Cor, BHS," exclaimed Andy seeing the label, "these like those red ones you had on?" "Yes, I bought some pale blues ones for myself." Peter smiled at seeing Andy finally cheering up and looking a lot happier. "Thought white might be better if you did wear 'em what with you're mum!" "Have you got 'em on now?" it was a question Andy would never have dared asked at the beginning of the week. "Yes, why?" "Nothing." Andy flushed, knowing it was a leading question. "You like them then?" "Yes, yes, very much, it's the nicest thing anybody's bought me." replied Andy clutching them tightly his voice slightly cracking. "You really thought about me didn't you?" "Why not, that's what friends are for isn't it? Look on it as a sort of apology, for the way I tried to wind you up a bit." "Yes alright, but I know you didn't mean it." blinking he shuffled on the sofa thinking he really ought to properly thank Peter, but didn't quite know what to do or say. Making a movement as though he were going to offer to shake Peter's hand he froze. "You know Andy," Peter smiled at seeing the inner confusion, "I might have male tendencies, but I'm not going to eat you or rip your clothes off, you're quite safe." "You're not?" "Not what?" "Not going to rip my clothes off?" Andy nervously smiled, it was meant as a joke, but nevertheless contained an element of truth. "Why, would you like that?" "Yes!" with that Andy immediately blushed and looked at the floor concluding with the rushed words. "Then you could really show me what blokes do to each other!" "Hey, Andy hold on," Peter moved closer and put his arm back around his shoulder, "maybe sometime if you still want to, but not know. At the minute you've got too much going on inside that head of yours as it is. Sort yourself out with Adam and please, please come and talk to me anytime if need help, advice or any bloody thing. Promise?" "I'm sorry, I'm just a fucking mess, I shouldn't have said that." Andy wiped his eyes. "No, maybe not, but you did and it was somehow very flattering." Peter smiled. "Listen I don't care if you call yourself queer. I look at it as though you are who you are and not conforming to a label, so just be yourself and if you need help to be yourself then come and see me and we'll work on it together. You promise?" "Promise." he wiped his eyes again. ############################################################ Chap 7 to follow