Date: Tue, 19 Nov 2013 14:51:06 +0000
From: amias09@fastmail.fm
Subject: The Lab Technician  Chapter 1

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
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Chapter 1 – Confused


Déjà vu, that was it. It was almost like he was back at school, sat
there on the top deck of a bus travelling home and trying to conceal a
rather insignificant erection under his coat and furtively glancing at two
fourteen year school boys on the seat opposite.

The problem was, he was no longer at school. Discounting one horrendous
sexual encounter and a multitude of schoolboy underwear fantasies, now at
the grand age of twenty the only person Andrew Lewis had ever had sex with
was himself. Not very exciting, but certainly safe if not a tiny bit
repetitive! Yet, just as if he didn't need to, here he was forcibly ramming
the point home to himself. Like many of his age he didn't think he was gay
and certainly didn't act like it, but then again, he couldn't quite face
forcing himself into really thinking about it. Who would! That said, he did
have to admit that he had always been fascinated by other boys and he had
almost convinced himself that this was probably just a little phase he was
going through until he met the girl of his dreams.

It was to prove quite some phase, since those dreams always seemed to
revolve around boys!

One of the boys had his school bag on top of his lap, a sure sign to Andrew
that something hard was being hidden, whatever could it be? Of course he
knew the answer and `it' would almost certainly be contained in some white
briefs since that's that most boys wore in the late sixties. Indeed,
underwear was what really excited Andrew, really excited him. Based on his
own experience, it was the vexed question of whether after a testosterone
fuelled day at school the boy had managed to produce any cum stains into
his underwear that really turned Andrew on. Sadly though, these days he was
unable to pop into the gym changing rooms to satisfy those pressing
questions! Those thoughts and memories were now causing of some seminal
leakage of his own, just as they frequently did when he was at school
himself.

Lamentably for Andrew, he was also wearing white briefs, it was what he
always wore, certainly not though through choice, but because still living
at home that's what his mother and indeed, most other mothers bought.

Yes, she still bought his clothes for him at twenty and after all,
underwear in her book was deemed functional not fashionable. For him it was
a horny problem, without getting totally embarrassed how could he possibly
tell his mother that he wanted something sexier than high cut Y-fronts! She
would be bound to ask why and other than actually admitting to his
underwear fetish even to himself, let alone her there was no real answer to
it. How he would have loved to have some of the new coloured briefs he'd
seen so often in BHS, in fact anything but white Y-fronts. I was not to be,
at least until he was to pluck up the courage to leave home.

He was shaken out of his lecherous thoughts by an ear piercing screech of
brakes as the bus lurched into the kerb and started to pull up. Realising
it was his stop, he hurriedly got up and doing his best to hide his still
tenting trousers under his jacket, ran quickly down the steep stairs before
jumping off onto the pavement.

Ever horny and an inveterate twice-a-day masturbator he pressed the front
of his trousers into the coat as he walked along. Ideally he have liked to
have pulled out his five inches of circumcised manhood and shot a load off
right then and there, but he had, as his dear old granny would say, bigger
fish to fry! He smiled to himself as he sensed another little blob of
precum becoming squished into the pee stained cotton of his briefs, very
soon he would be home and hopefully find something well worth wanking over.

Home wasn't really any more than a brisk few minutes walk from the bus
stop.  Passing down the tree lined road he looked at all the neatly
presented three bedroom semi-detached houses he wondered if he was the only
one in all the wastes of suburbia to have thoughts like he did. Were there
other twenty-something lads secretly lusting after other boys in their
underpants and wanking themselves into an early grave behind the net
curtains. But would he ever know?

Approaching the family home he saw his car parked out on the road, an old
Morris Minor which he had scrimped to save for, generally it was reliable,
but currently was suffering with some electrical problems and was unusable,
hence the bus. Whilst Andy was very good with most things mechanical, car
electrics eluded him however, that day he had had some good news, in that
Peter, his immediate boss at work had taken an interest and said he could
probably fix the charging system for him.

Work. Whatt was work?

Well, he may never have been the most academic of students although gaining
some GCE's he had decided to quit whilst he was ahead and not bother with
the much harder A levels. It was easy enough to get a job in those days and
he now found himself happily working as a laboratory technician in the
local grammar school, which at his junior level not only offered much the
same school hours as the pupils, but the same holidays as well! Plus, there
was the huge added bonus of lots boys around, but of course as he
frequently told himself, he wasn't gay, his male interest was merely a
phase.

With his early afternoon finish he knew his parents would not yet be back
from their work, nevertheless he crept up to the front door, put his key in
the lock and slipped inside only pausing to quietly remove his shoes and
jacket. With some effort he managed to silently climb up the carpeted
stairs, turn left onto the landing and with his heart racing, his cock
throbbing, he listened in anticipation at the half open bedroom door.

Despite standing there for a few seconds nothing was audible, no sound at
all. He wrinkled his face in disappointment and was about to turn on his
heel and go back down the stairs when he thought he heard a solitary
creaking sound. He froze, his heart rate picked up again and his prick
lurched excitedly adding more precum to his already damp briefs. Rapidly
the familiar noise became more prominent along with the unmistakable sound
of laboured breathing soon followed by some rhythmic grunting. Unable to
keep his hands off his cock he rubbed the soft mushroom head through his
trouser pocket whilst carefully listening out for that momentary pause that
always seem to happen just before ejaculation.

Redecoration had forced him into sharing his younger brother Martin's
bedroom these last few nights where he'd had no choice but to listen to
Martin's late night masturbation ritual. At first he wasn't sure what to do
as it was his own brother who was very obviously under the impression that
Andrew was asleep! However, the voyeur aspect in him had soon taken over
and he had been feigned sleep in the hope Martin would perform! So it was
that during one of these testosterone charged nights that he had literally
dreamt up his little plan.

Other than heavy breathing the noises stopped, the crucial moment had
obviously arrived and with impeccable timing Andy burst into Martin's
bedroom only to be greeted a split second later by a very heartfelt
strangulated cry.

"Oh... oh fucking hell!"

The sight of his smaller sixteen year old brother lying on his bed, his
grey school trousers around his ankles, desperately struggling to pull his
white briefs up to cover both his embarrassment and swollen prick was
incredibly erotic. Martin failed miserably on both counts and to his
everlasting shame his cock continued to involuntarily spew it's load of
hot, sticky cum all over his bed, briefs and hands.

Andrew stared in utter amazement, his own drooling cock was twitching
perilously close to erupting in his damp briefs. It was the first time he
had seen his brother's prick since he was about eleven. It had certainly
grown and it was now quite disconcertingly pretty much the size of his own.

Martin was positively mortified, nobody had ever seen his cock erect
either. He just stared, his brown eyes wide open in shock, hot cum still
oozing slowly from his piss slit into his cotton briefs.

"You cunt!" screamed Martin angrily. "You bastard! Cunt! Cunt!"

His face scarlet, he struggled to pull his briefs up over his still pulsing
prick but only succeed in smearing yet more cum around and now also over
his school trousers.

"You fucking bastard! Fuck off! You cunt!"

"Oh shit !" stammered Andrew, totally taken aback by his bothers angry
reaction.

Plainly this was not going to be the experience he hoped it might have
been, or even led to. He had made an awful mistake thinking Martin would
find it funny. Whilst he had planned the great surprise entrance that was
about all and had certainly not considered the consequences or that his
brother could ever be so angry.

It had gone painfully wrong for both of them and Martin was now far from
amused.

The situation was not helped by the fact they had never talked about sex or
wanking to each other either although Martin had tried a few times when he
was about thirteen and started getting wet dreams. For some unknown reason
Andy always carefully avoided being drawn on the subject, so instead of
being educated by his older brother Martin had picked up what little he
could from his friends.

"Mart, I'm so sorry... I thought you would find it funny."

"Well it's fucking' well not is it! You cunt, you'll be telling all yer
mates now and laughing... won't you?" he snapped angrily.

"No. No. I promise."

"Fuck you! Now look wot you've fuckin' done! You bastard!" nearly in tears
Martin he tried unsuccessfully to wipe some of the cum off his school
trousers only to succeed in spreading the semen everywhere and make matters
far worse.

Andrew walked cautiously over, drawn by both his feelings for his brother
and the spectacle itself, the wet briefs were very obviously still tenting
and a wisp of pubic hair visible. He perched on the edge of the bed and
tried to disassociate the fact that it was his own brother who was really
sexually exciting him, the hardening of his prick failed to confirm it.

He tried to snap himself out of it and lay the lustful ghost, "No I won't
tell. Believe me, I won't. I just thought it would be a laugh. "

"Ha fuckin' ha! Some laugh! You having a good look now then?" said Martin,
who couldn't help noticing Andy's wandering gaze.

"Uumm...." caught, Andrew went bright red.

The game was nearly up, never having been very strong emotionally the
prospect of falling into the abyss between sheer physical lust and
brotherly love opened up before him.

Suddenly Martin grabbed at the underpants and then pushed them down under
his balls to expose his partly engorged prick and sticky pubes.

"Here.. you'd better see all this fuckin' mess as well then."

"No, no, please, please cover it up." stuttered Andy now desperately
confused with the prospect of choosing between lust and conscience. Even so
he couldn't resist quickly looking, Martin's cock was about the same length
as his own although slightly thinner. The very familiar smell of fresh
semen filled the air.

"Well it's wot you wanted to see isn't it?" he looked at Andrew as he
flopped his half-hard cock around flipping yet more cum through his pale
pubic hairs.

"Oh Martin.. please don't!"

"Why? You wanted to see it. You're not bleeding queer are you?"

That was the question.

The real question. Put straight like that he really didn't know the answer
and couldn't bring himself to even think about it so he just lamely shook
his head.

"You are a dirty fucker! Well, 'spose I came in and caught you wanking? You
do wank, don't you? Don't you? Tell me you do, don't you?"

"Uummm..." Andrew knew he had to answer. "ummm.... yes, I yes, I do."

"So why do this to me, it's not as though we've ever talked about it or
even showed our cocks.... whenever I've even tried to talk about it you've
changed the bloody subject?" said Martin firmly. "We're brothers for fucks
sake!"

"I know. I know!" said Andrew. "Really, wanna to know wot made me think
about doing it."

"Oh yeah, bloody right I do." Martin appeared to be getting slightly
calmer. "Why?"

"Errrrr..." Andy cleared his throat. "Well, you know we've had to share
your, this room, till the decorations and the ceiling have been redone in
mine."

"Yeah, obviously..."

"And, it's been for over two weeks... and.. now.."

"Yeah.. I know that don't I? So wot?" said Martin. "Now, wot then?"

"Well, I've ummm.. at night I've ummm...."

"Oh fuck.. no... no.. you haven't No! I was so careful.." interrupted
Martin. The penny was rapidly dropping from a great height.

Andrew nodded. "Yes! And... ummm.. oh shit!" he wasn't sure about this bit
so he rushed it. "I've heard you wanking away when you thought I was
asleep!"

"Oh no... no! You haven't! Fuck! No you can't have!" Martin flushed. "Must
be a mistake, oh Andy, no.. which night did you think that was?"

Andrew looked at the floor, should he be honest for a change? Why not. "You
know... ummm.. as well as I do.. it's been just about every night!"

"Oh fuck! Oh no!" bright red in the face Martin groaned in utter
desperation.  Even if it was only his brother who found out, the
embarrassment of what amounted to having his entire sex life put on display
was pretty unthinkable.

"Oh, Martin, I'm sorry... I am.. but wot could I do...."

Martin didn't reply, he felt this was this most awful thing to ever have
happened to him. He just looked up forlornly from the bed and blinked, it
was too much.

"Well should I have said, stop wanking, you're keeping me awake?" Andy felt
so sorry for him, he gave a weak smile, "Wot could I do?"

For a few seconds Martin said nothing then finally still with a red face,
"Not a lot, I ''spose not! But thank fuck it was you and not mum or dad
who'd heard!"

"Bet even dad did it years ago!" Andy smiled. "Oh shit, Mart I'm so sorry
about all of this, I am, I shouldn't have surprised you. And, I suppose if
I hadn't, then you wouldn't have known about me hearing you and all that
would you?"

"Yeah, but it's too fucking late now. Hey, tell me something," asked
Martin, he paused and took a breath, "was it ... ummm...  was it ummmm.. oh
fuck.. how do I say this.. you know..." he paused again. "Well was
it... you know....  I mean horny listening to me... d'you get a hard on?"

"Yes.. very!" replied Andrew quickly, only then to flush at admitting his
brother masturbating had excited him.

"Shit! Was it? I mean really? How horny?" Martin gave a small grin and
fondled his cock. Time for Andrew to answer some embarrassing questions!

"Errr.... I got some wet spots on me pyjamas." said Andrew sheepishly. "If
I'm honest it was the most exciting thing I've heard... I mean that, you
grunting when you came and that!"

What he didn't dare say that on four occasions he had been unable to stop
himself cumming into a rather disgusting handkerchief he had taken with him
in bed should an emergency arise!

"D'you mean that... really... you're not just saying it? I turned you on?"

Andrew nodded and thought he took a huge step in admitting it. "Yes, that's
the truth. Honestly, yeah. We got this far so I might as well admit it."

"Fuck!" said Martin grinning, "D'you know ummm.... maybe we could errr
... wank together one night... could we?"

Andrew closed his eyes and answered truthfully, "I could never have asked
that you know, I've been... uumm, purposely keeping off this stuff for
years. Oh fuck it. Yes, yes let's do it!"

"I know you have. Wot happened to you? Was it something in the past? I've
often wondered. There was something wasn't there. I know it and you've
never talked about it."

"Yes, there was, it really fuckin' upset me." Andrew looked at the
floor. "But that was then and this now so let's move on."

"All right then... so how often do you wank then?" asked Martin, beginning
to feel almost randy again. He was not going back on the subject as it was
well and truly broached, it had taken years to get this far and he
certainly wasn't stopping now.

He slid his hand back down and partly pulled up his slimy briefs before
kneading his cock inside the thin slippery material, finally driving the
point home by asking directly. "Andy, so where d'you do it?"

It wasn't just the question that put Andrew on the spot. It was being
tempted by the sight of his brother who was now openly playing with his
cock inside his sodden briefs which was really putting Andrew's gay alter
ego and memories to the test.

Looking back at the floor he replied, "Well... errrr... when I got me own
room.. in bed like you.. at night"

"And in the morning?"

"Uumm... well most... yes!"

"And now, while you ain't got yer own room..."

Andrew paused, looked up and saw Martin's hand moving inside his
briefs. His own cock had sprung back to life.

Martin wasn't letting go that easily. "So come on, where and when d'you
wank now that we are sharing me room then?"

"Bathroom," muttered Andrew quickly, "in the morning.... in the basin!"

Martin burst out laughing and pretended to wank his hidden cock, "You dirty
fucker, so we all clean our bleeding teeth in that after you've wanked in
it!"

"I know!" Andy was actually laughing. "Fuckin'' stupid isn't it!"

"Nah!" Martin smiled and nodded, "Hey, come on I want the rest of the
details. So wot d'you wank into... at night... you know!"

Andrew sighed, there was no escape, but somehow he welcomed the
conversation.

"Go on tell us." said Martin excitedly, he took a deep breath, "I mean....
I use an old pair of pants or me sheets would be a bloody awful mess and
well, I hide 'em in a drawer!"

Andrew just listened, why on earth had he never talked with Martin like
this before. It was at that point that Martin almost appeared to read his
mind and looked him straight in the eye.

"D'you know Andy, I ain't never talked about this sort stuff, never. Well
not in detail, even with me mates, I mean we all know we wank but nobody
says very much. Now you know most of me secrets and I don't mind `cause
you're me brother.. so come on and tell wot me you do! How d'you avoid
starching yer jimjams, you've had more practice than I have!"

Never had Andrew dreamed of ever talking about this part of his life to
anybody. Ever. Hoping he didn't look as embarrassed as he felt he
said. "Errr... I got ummm an old pair of white gym shorts from
school... and keep 'em pushed up under me bed!"

"Bet they stink!" giggled Martin. "And they've gone yellow!"

Andrew nodded, he smiled weakly and put his hand on Martin's shoulder. "I'm
sorry about today... I can't tell you how sorry. Are we friends again? Wot
can I co?"

He had to end this part of the conversation. As erotic as it was, it was
now getting far too intrusive into his secret world. Brother or no brother
he was beginning to realise that he wasn't just going through a phase and
he that he was in the terminology of the day, queer.

"Of course you silly sod! Do? Yes, this is wot you can do... first, for
fucks sake will you stop saying you are sorry!" replied Martin grinning.

"Right!" said Andrew, "Anything I can do to make amends?"

"Yes, I reckon there is." said Martin grinning. "See, look at me, see I'm
half undressed and all covered in cum."

"Yes, I know," said Andrew finally grinning, "and you look lovely!"

"Aren't I just!" Martin was back to normal. "And, I'm getting as randy as
hell again, so get up and stand by me, here by the bed, we're gonna have no
secrets and be like real brothers!"

Somewhat mystified Andrew did as he was told whilst Martin hauled himself
up the bed and without a moments hesitation he simply reached over and he
put his hand onto the obvious bulge in Andrew's trousers.

"Martin... no... please no!" He tried to back away but Martin already had
hold of the zip.

"Why not? We got no secrets and I really want to... look at me!" he said
indicating his now erect cock poking out over the elastic of his briefs.

"Oh fuck.. but Martin, I ain't let nobody see it before... please!"

"Well nobody had seen mine till you started all this! So fairs, fair
innit!" said Martin laughing. "But d'you know wot, I'm so pleased you did,
I know I was mad earlier, but I'm so happy now... it's sort of like we
become really close, like years ago."

"Yeah, I can see that now." Andrew muttered as he did his best his best to
blink the tears out of his eyes. "Oh God!"

As Martin started to draw the zip down, he looked up, "Is it a big one
Andy... have you got a foreskin? I've always wanted to know!"

Andrew was bright red with embarrassment and quite amazed how little his
brother knew about him. He shook his head. "No it's not! And, no I
haven't!"

"Don't worry. I just want to do wot you would never do when I was about
twelve! I kept trying to ask you, but never understood why you wouldn't
talk or let us show each other our willies, all me mates were doing it with
their brothers back then."

"Oh shit!" said Andy. "I just couldn't then, oh god, I just couldn't."

He was scared. Scared because it was another boy, even if it was his
brother, who was about to handle his cock, it had undoubtedly brought the
question of his sexuality into sharp focus.

"Stop it Mart. Please. I need to tell you something before we go any
further."

Moving to sit on the edge of the bed. It was time to unburden himself
having carried his childhood ordeal around long enough.

Martin looked at him in surprise. "Come on then, I won't bite. Be good for
you I expect."

"It might be." Andy blinked this was going to be painful. Very painful. "If
I can get through it, so don't stop me. D'you understand?"

"OK, if that's wot you want. Are you alright?" asked Martin, it looked as
though there were tears his eyes.

"No," he replied and took a deep breath, "no, I'm bloody well not!"


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Chap 2 to follow