Date: Wed, 28 Jan 2015 17:28:32 +0000 From: tom Subject: The Lab Technician Chapter 9 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 9 – Third time lucky "So when did mum buy you them then?" Martin pointed to Andy's new briefs, now thoroughly twisted around his ankles. "Uumm.." Andy looked down, he couldn't admit that they were given to him by his superior at work, "I, I bought them." "Wot, you were brave enough to go in a shop and buy `em?" Martin sounded incredulous. "Where, wot shop then? Why?" "C and A." he replied, being the first shop that came into his mind . "Bloody hell, wasn't it embarrassing to buy yer own pants with some woman on the till?" asked Martin. "I think they're great, but why d'you do it.?" "They're.. uumm.. they're nice to wear.." stuttered Andy, rather stuck for an answer. "Wot you mean is they gives you a hard on!" Martin grinned. "They do don't they?" Andy blushed. "I `spose." "They've given me a hard on just looking at 'em!" said Adam having pushed his head between Andy's legs in an effort to see the label. "Cor smart, well they're from BHS not C and A." "Oh shit, not BHS? Sorry... C and A, so they was..." "So has mum seen 'em then?" "No.. no.. she hasn't." flustered he had to think quickly. "Apart from being half the size of yer Y-fronts, they're all soaked with cum! Bloody hell Andy, wot's she gonna say?" Martin pulled a face. "You know wot she's like over the bloody washing, she counts the dirty socks every night to see they're all there!" "I know, but I can't really put 'em in the wash now can I?" he sounded a bit lost. "No you bloody can't!" Martin stared at them longingly. "Look, you're gonna have to put something in the laundry basket tonight or she'll hold a bloody inquest as to why yer pants is missing!" "Is she really that bad?" asked Adam, amazed that anybody could take that amount of interest in dirty washing. "My mum ain't fussed as long as I got enough clean clothes and that." "Bloody right she is!" said Martin. "I'm surprised she ain't labelled 'em with the days of the week to wear `em!" "Oh she's alright really, `cept she's a fucking fanatic when it comes to doing the bloody laundry." said Andy. "You saw it all neatly piled up in the kitchen didn't you?" "Yeah, yer right, she certainly irons yer pants nicely!" Adam grinned. "Fuck off!" said Martin laughing. "Sometimes she puts a crease in 'em that nearly cuts me balls off!" "Never mind that, wot the fuck can I do?" from his voice desperation was setting in. "Well I know wot I can do," said Adam glanced again at the wet briefs, "I'll swop, you can wear me Y-fronts home, I'll wear yours and get 'em washed out for you." "Oh!" Andy went quiet and looked down, then across to where Adam's briefs were lying in the corner. Doubtless it was the only logical thing to do if he wanted to avoid an embarrassing conversation with his mother. Reluctantly he began to kick his own briefs off but, on glancing across to Adam he realised the consolation was that he was going to be wearing Adam's underpants. And, could do all night if he wanted. "Don't go wanking too much in 'em will you?" said Adam trying not to laugh, almost as though he had read his mind. "They ain't new, so they ain't as absorbent as they used to be!" "Wot.. wot d'you mean!" Andy went scarlet and Martin started to laugh. "You'll be wanking again later then?" "Fuck off!" "I don't mind me pants being covered in yer spunk," said Adam, "but, d'you think it would be a good idea if you washed your cock and that before you see yer mum, else she's gonna smell a rat!" "Ain't no rat she'd be smelling," Martin was still laughing at his brothers obvious embarrassment, "Andy you stinks of spunk!" "Fuck!" Andy looked down, there was no escaping the fact he was absolutely covered in semen from the waist down as the inescapable aroma confirmed. "Go and stand in the sea and wash it off a bit." suggested Adam. "I ain't going in that," he said pointed to the grey water, "it's bloody cold and I might catch something!" "Well you'd better do something `cause if we can smell you, then mum's gonna smell you from a mile off!" said Martin, sniffing as he did so. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" repeated Andy angrily. "We'll do that another day." Adam grinned watching the expressions on their faces as he said it. "We will? You joking?" asked Martin not sure if had heard correctly. "Why not, you want to don't you?" "I `spose.." Martin nodded, although unsure exactly what he was agreeing to. Andy gulped, would Adam fuck him or would he fuck Adam? In truth he didn't have much of a clue as to what the mechanics of fucking between two boys was all about anyway! "Andy look, there's a public bog down the prom a bit towards the pier and I ain't seen nobody going in it," said Adam with a tone of voice that implied he was taking charge, "so why don't you get in there and wash some of the spunk off, I `spect there'll be some paper towels or something." "Yeah, alright." replied Andy meekly starting to get up and walk from the windbreak. "Andy," called out Martin, "for fucks sake, don't forget to put on yer clothes!" "Oh shit! I'm not thinking very well." "I can see that, now bloody calm down and go and have that wash, you'll feel much better." "You'll need these." Adam held out his underpants. Plainly disconcerted after the intense sexual activity, that coupled with being obsessed with Adam over for the last few days, he slowly began to get dressed. "Do they fit?" asked Adam eagerly watching as Andy struggled to keep his cock from escaping the worn elastic . "Hhmm.. think so." Despite having been naked with Martin and Adam, he was surprised at how embarrassed he suddenly felt when wearing Adam's briefs. "They feel nice then?" Adam winked at Martin, noticing the fly was bulging lewdly. "Fuck off, you fucking know they do." he said looking around for his jeans. Martin was very impressed by the size of the bulge, it seemed underpants greatly enhanced the size of the things! "And, don't cum in 'em before you gets home!" "Fuck off!" flushed with embarrassment Andy still managed a grin. "I'll try not to." Contrary to what he had been led to expect, Tim was very disappointed at what the public toilets had to offer. In the main town they hadn't been particularly clean and had remained empty despite him hanging around for a few minutes in the hope of making some contact. Undoubtedly the second toilet at the start of the promenade was far cleaner, but very unfortunately appeared to be inhabited by a scruffy middle aged man in grubby jeans who stank of tobacco and couldn't stop playing with himself. Tim, having concluded his journey had been pretty futile sounded annoyed when he told him in no uncertain terms that he looked the epitome of the stereotype dirty old man who hung around toilets and was giving homosexuals a bad name! Thinking of heading back to the car park, he looked up the promenade to see the third toilet several hundred yards away and wondered whether it was even worth the walk since the beach and sea front appeared quite deserted at that point. Common sense told him that since he had made the journey and endured the perils of the first two toilets that he should really at least visit the third even if it did prove to be as fruitless as the others. Andy was in a world of his own. It was a world in which he was consumed by dreadful thoughts of being classed as homosexual, yet such thoughts were intertwined with erotic fantasies centring on Adam and Martin. How could his mind be in two places at once, what was right and what was wrong? The awkward questions raised by those thoughts were being constantly put to the back of his mind to be faced later. Was he wrong to lust after Adam? Was he wrong to lust after his younger brother? Would Adam initiate him into the dark secrets of anal sex? Was he jealous of Martin and Adam being the same age? How or even should he, express his feelings towards Adam. Would Martin be jealous if he did? How was he going to physically express those feelings even if he dared anyway? It was an unending train of questions which he didn't really want to confront. There was only one he could counter, the fact he was incredibly embarrassed at being so sexually naive when Adam, the much younger boy seemed to have already enjoyed every possible sexual pleasure there was. Tim having made the effort and walked up the promenade to peer inside the toilet building thought at first the building empty and was about to leave when he heard water running. Oddly, he was excited by the noise and moved quietly around the main partition to catch sight of a row of four washbasins partially screened from the main entrance with the back of a youth who was maybe eighteen or so, standing in front one of the middle basins. Aware that there were not that many younger people who cruised public toilets and that in all probability the youth was simply using the toilet for it's designated purpose, Tim was pleased that at least there was somebody there other than the ubiquitous, importuning, seedy toilet dweller. Typically there was no mirror above the basins, so when Tim moved quietly towards the row of urinals behind the youth didn't seem to realise he was there and continued to splash in the basin whilst apparently deeply absorbed by his own thoughts. Even Tim surprised himself when on reaching inside his new briefs to pull his cock out to urinate he found it was almost hard. Concluding it was best to leave it where it was should the youth catch sight of it and be scared off, Tim refastened his fly and moved to the basins on the pretext of washing his hands. Unable to resist looking at his new neighbour he was astounded to see the jeans were totally unfastened and wide open, with the front of a pair of white briefs pulled outwards to expose a distinctly red and sore looking erection. The other hand was engaged in what appeared to be trying to wash, what to Tim's experienced eye looked like an enormous quantity of semen from around the genitals. Although in truth, the flopping handfuls of water around was doing little other than making both briefs and jeans soaking wet. Even now standing next to him it didn't appear to Tim that he had been noticed and so he jumped straight in to ask the obvious question. "Had an accident then?" "Yeah... wot! Fuck! Fuck off!" exclaimed the youth looking wildly around in surprise. "Fucking hell, who the fuck are you?" Andy had abruptly come back to life, albeit still in a very confused state. In his uncoordinated state of panic he released the waistband of his briefs which immediately snapped back to his stomach catching the incandescent head of his cock as it did so. Shrieking in pain he grabbed at it with both hands in order to assuage the stinging sensation and hopped around on the spot as his jeans slowly descended to the his ankles. "Bloody hell!" said Tim watching in amazement as Adam's white legs replete with the baggy briefs were given centre stage, "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. Are you alright?" "Fuck, I don't know! I.. I.. oh fuck!" Oblivious to the fact his jeans had fallen down, all Andy knew was that he was preoccupied with his aching cock which after the mornings frenetic activity not only felt as though it were rubbed raw, but now smarted from being caught with the elastic. Indeed, it really was the only certain thing he did know at that moment in time other than that he should try and conceal it behind his hands from the stranger. "Shall we get you outside in the sunshine and tidy you up?" Tim didn't know why, but it seemed that there was more to whatever it was that had brought Andy into the toilet and he now felt concerned that he had inadvertently caused the situation to become worse. "Don't know." replied Andy in a very weak voice continuing to look down while fiddling with the wet briefs in an effort to contain his ever present erection. "Well, uumm... lets..." Tim paused, without some positive response he wasn't sure what to do and most definitely didn't want to be found with a partially dressed minor in a public toilet, "look, I you should fasten jeans up before somebody comes in." "Oh, should I?" at least it was a response, even if not that enthusiastic. "Why?" "Yes you really do." Finally on realising the move would also cover his embarrassment Andy looked at Tim who smiled reassuringly back. With both hands still hiding his cock he began to shuffle back from the basin whilst trying to avoid the puddle of water he had made earlier on the floor. Tim had a premonition of what was going to happen next and was about to offer a word of warning when Andy stepped backwards trailing his jeans through the water covering the floor. To say from Andy's point of view that the last few days had been the most testing time of his life was something of an understatement. Only a couple of weeks earlier he had been more or less content in his own world, even if it were dominated by third-year school boy fantasies and the resulting serial masturbation. Now however, with the advent of Adam in his life and ensuing infatuation his world had been turned upside down. Plus, there was the developing sexual relationship with his younger brother and even that was compounded by the fact that Adam was Martin's best friend with the possibility a sexual liaison as well. Added to all that, he'd also told Peter about his feelings and the fear of whether he was homosexual or not. Overall it didn't feel as though his mind had a moments rest since Adam had appeared and he was, quite understandably emotionally worn out by it all. Worn out physically as well, having masturbated incessantly with fantasies of Adam since his arrival, then the strenuous sexual events of that very morning had seen to it that he had virtually ejaculated to a standstill. Not just a standstill either, the fact was after several days with an erection his cock really badly ached and felt incredibly sore to the touch. Thus, after all that had gone before the humiliation of his jeans falling down was just too much to bear. Andy's body reacted in the only way it could, the safety valve was tripped, he burst into tears and fell against Tim. Tim was distinctly taken aback and it took him a few seconds to realise what had happened and what should happen before anybody else came into the toilet. "Now let go of me and hold onto the basin," said Tim firmly, hoping a strong lead might return Andy to the real world, "come on, now hold onto the bloody thing!" "I can't.. I can't.." moaned Andy in despair. "You bloody well can!" said Tim removing the hands from his shoulders and placing them on the basin. "You've got to. If the police come in now and find us like this we'll both end up in fucking prison!" "Wot?" "Just hold the bloody basin while I get your jeans up, then we're going outside." replied Tim frantically struggling to pull the wet jeans up in one movement. With dire thoughts of the long arm of the law entering the building at any moment to catch him with a partially dressed under age boy, Tim found the experience more than just a little fraught. However, having succeeded in getting Andy's jeans up, even if not fully fastened he frogmarched him out of the toilet into the sunlight and sat him down on the stone wall a few yards away from the toilet overlooking the promenade. "Right," Tim sighed as he sat down himself, thinking he deserved some sort of explanation for risking his freedom in exchange for the prospect of a penal colony, "now, are you going to tell me what this is all about?" The fresh air and sunlight were having a positive effect on Andy, who even if he still looked pretty awful was slowly gathering his thoughts on what had happened. "You don't have to say anything, but it would be nice to know," Tim smiled, "and, well, somehow I just get the feeling it might help you as well." "I'm all fucked up." mumbled Andy looking at the ground and scuffing his feet. "You don't have to stay, but thanks for getting me out of there. I don't know wot I'm fucking doing at the minute." "I'll stay for a minute or two, just make sure you're alright. My names Tim, what's yours?" "Andy." he replied looking up very sheepishly. "Didn't mean to get you into trouble or nothing, wot was all that stuff about the police you was on about?" "Oh," Tim paused, then thought he might as well tell it as it was, "the police check on public toilets in the hope of catching homosexuals doing something, but if they catch a man with somebody under twenty-one then they think they've hit the jackpot." "Bloody hell! I didn't know that, but I can now see why you was worried." Andy continued to scuff his feet. "Only another few months and I'll be twenty one meself." "Oh.. but I thought.." Tim was really surprised. "Yeah, I knows wot you thought, you thought I was like seventeen, eighteen didn't you?" it was the first time Andy had made eye contact. "Uumm.. well, to be honest, yes." "That's wot everybody thinks and I reckon that's wot Adam thinks as well." "Adam?" enquired Tim, wondering if the revelations were about to start. Andy didn't reply to the question instead after a few moments he suddenly straightened up and looked directly at Tim. "So, you ain't queer is you? Is, is that's how you knows about the police and toilets and that, `cause you're a queer?" "Yes I am." "Oh fucking hell!" Andy visibly flinched and drew back. It wasn't the answer he was expecting as Tim looked like any other young man. "Wot! You're a fucking queer? You don't look like a queer!" "What's a queer supposed to look like then?" Tim smiled. "Well... uumm.. oh fuck I don't know!" Andy looked at him blankly. "Sorry, didn't mean to... oh fuck.. well you know.." "Listen, I may be queer, but I don't go around propositioning or attacking every bloke I meet." said Tim racking his brains to try to think of some way to get the point over. "If you only think of queers as smelly old men in long macs preying on little boys you'd be totally wrong. I can't pretend there aren't some like that, but most are ordinary men, well, like me who just enjoy male company." "I `spose, sorta see wot you mean." Andy visibly relaxed somewhat, impressed with himself that he was actually talking with a homosexual and wasn't scared despite the dire schoolboy type rumours he'd heard about them. Tim looked like anybody else, he didn't sound different and he certainly wasn't camp in his mannerisms, in fact if he hadn't said anything Andy would have been none the wiser. "Look Andy, you've been out with girls and whilst you might have been desperate to get your leg over, you wouldn't force one would you?" "Uumm.. wot.. oh girls.." At the mere mention of girls Andy flushed and looked rather embarrassed. It was a subject his mother often alluded to by suggesting he should find a nice girlfriend. "Right, of course you wouldn't," continued Tim, "and, that applies just as much to men who like men as it does to men who like women." Andy swallowed and said nothing whilst continuing to look even more embarrassed. It was the pivotal moment in their meeting. Tim had instantly picked up on the fact that Andy had either tried to have his evil way with a girl or it was far more likely that he had never been out with one. "To be honest I've only ever been out with one girl and it was a total bloody disaster," Tim smiled as he said it, "I'll bet you've been out with a few haven't you?" Andy could now feel his face burning with embarrassment, he looked down at his feet not sure how to respond, other than that he'd run a mile if a girl came close. "You haven't been out with a girl ever, have you?" said Tim quietly. "One of the things about being homosexual is you can sense when somebody thinks in the same way." "You can?" mumbled Andy, eyes tightly closed. "Fuck! Fuck!" "Have I come close to the root of the problem?" "Yes." the eyes remaining closed. "Fuck it. Fuck it all!" "D'you want to talk about it? You don't have to, I'll just go away if you want." "Yes... I mean, I mean.. I'd like to talk about it." he opened his eyes, there were tears in the corners, "you seem... well, you seem alright.. think I'd trust you. I need to talk about it." Andy knew he desperately had to talk to somebody about Adam and the sooner the better, especially since he was only a couple of hundred yards away on the beach. Even though Tim was a complete stranger he appeared to Andy to be very genuine and concerned, besides he reasoned with Tim being homosexual then he might well understand what Andy was going though. "I think I'd trust you as well." Tim smiled, then removed his glasses and began polishing them on his shirt as he spoke. "Listen, you don't know me and I don't know you, but I will promise that anything you tell me won't be repeated. And, if it helps to know you aren't the first and certainly will never be the last to question their sexuality. I went through it all when I was about ten or eleven and decided then my interest was in boys not girls." "Wonder how Andy's getting on in that bog with his washing?" "Dunno, I `spect he's alright, he's big boy now `cause he's even got his own toothbrush!" Martin laughed. "Shall we wander up in a sec and see wot he's doing?" "Yeah." Adam grinned. "You don't think he's in there wanking do you?" "Might be," Martin returned the grin, "I've heard him doing an awful fucking lot of practice these last few nights!" "Wot, you can hear him?" "If I puts me ear to the wall, yes!" "That's disgusting," Adam paused and grinned again, "d'you join him then, like when yer listening in bed?" "How d'you know that!" Martin blushed. "Wouldn't you?" "Course I would, probably go in and watch him as well!" "He's a bit shy mind, don't always like showing his cock." "Whys that?" "Dunno really." replied Martin, intent on keeping his brothers secret as he had promised. "Anyway, you nearly dressed and ready for a trip up to that bog then?" "Yeah, as ready as I'll ever be." Adam patted the front of his new shorts. "Just fits!" "Let's go then." said Martin pulling up the zip of his shorts, "Bloody hell Adam how did you get into these, they're only just big enough for me?" "With difficultly, they were last year's and I think I must have put on some weight." replied Adam pushing Andy's small, wet, sticky briefs to the bottom of his bag, "It's all them fucking chips you eat innit, I've seen you load yer plate up at school." "Piss off!" said Adam reaching down to adjust the legs of his shorts. "I'm gonna have some trouble keeping me cock inside these without me pants on." "Well you wanted to swop with him and give yer pants away" "Yeah alright, but don't tell me you weren't tempted either, I saw you looking at 'em all covered in spunk." "Agreed, but I can nip in his room anytime and pinch 'em if I want, he won't know." "He will if you wanks in 'em!" "Would I!" "Well I'm going to later on when I gets home!" Adam grinned and looked down to see the left leg of his shorts bulging ominously. "Shit Mart, I'm going all hard again, I'll never hide it will I?" "Going hard! We've ain't never gone soft!" Martin laughed and walked over to slowly kneel down in front of Adam to look longingly at the bulge. "Wot you doing now?" asked Adam quickly. "Piss off before you make it any worse." "I'm gonna do wot you taught me." said Martin suddenly reaching up the leg of the shorts and pulling the head of Adam's cock into view. "No... no... Mart, no... no... stop it... oh fucking hell..no... oohhhh!" Adam's objections quickly turned to laughter as Martin deftly pushed the foreskin back and leant forward to take the head in his mouth. "Oh sod it!" Adam took a deep breath. "Well don't stop now, keep going... oh shit! Don't stop, I might manage it again!" ####################### Chap 10 to follow