Date: Wed, 22 Apr 2015 09:11:44 +0100 From: tom Subject: Lab Technician Chapter 15 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 15 – "If you spit on it, it gets really slippery!" Having walked to the Wimpy Bar and arrived a few minutes early, Tim on seeing a vacant table by the window sat down to watch out for Andy. When his watch showed it was nearly a quarter past eleven he started to wonder if Andy was actually going to show up or was too embarrassed after their initial meeting at on the seafront at Weston. Deciding to give it a little longer before abandoning the meeting Tim was pleased to see Andy coming through the doorway, seemingly rather flustered and glancing all around the tables obviously looking for him. "Sorry. Nowhere to park at first, had to go round the block, then found there was a space just round the corner." "You look a bit fraught, calm down, there's no panic." Tim smiled reassuringly. "Just sit here and I'll nip over and order a coffee or something else?" "No, a coffee please." he shuffled about on the seat, having found driving to be a rather uncomfortable experience. "Back in a second." Unsure where to begin the telling of the life changing events of the last two days, Andy stared at the floor trying to decide whilst Tim was at the counter. How much should he tell Tim? More to the point, was Tim genuinely concerned and really want to know or merely just making good his promise to meet up? "There you go, the girl will bring the drinks over in a minute." said Tim sitting back down. "Did I see you limping a bit when you came in? Have you had an accident or something?" "Sort of.." Andy looked at the table, "is it that obvious?" "Well, yes I suppose it is, I a limp, is a limp isn't it!" Tim smiled, had something else also happened and be related to an innocent limp. "Andy, what's wrong?" "Well." he stopped again and looked blankly at Tim wondering how to start retelling what happened with Adam, let alone confess to the injury he had done to himself. "It's why we've met today isn't it, to try to help you sort yourself out a bit. Yes?" "Yeah and I've been looking forward to it." for Andy it was a very honest statement. "But, I need to know if you really want to hear all this shit I've got meself into or whether you're just being nice to me?" "Don't be bloody silly, of course I do, otherwise I wouldn't be here would I?" Tim moved closer and spoke quietly, but firmly. "Look coming out and saying you're queer to those you trust is one thing. But, to be able to cope with all the stuff that goes with is really hard going and is when you really need some support. I'd like to, no, I mean I want to be able to help you." "Tim, but why? Be honest." "Alright, I'll be really honest then. Because, well because, oh fuck it, I like you. But it's you that's got to be strong to deal with it and I don't know if, well if.." he paused, "well if you'd be strong enough to do it on your own.. I mean, you haven't exactly done the rounds a lot with either boys or girls have you?" Embarrassed, he shook his head, contact with either sex until now was virtually nil. "I think you're going to be a little vulnerable and you must have somebody to talk to openly. Let's be honest, not everybody in this world is who they appear to be and there are some very odd folk out there amongst the queer set. So an attractive young man like you could well, well get used and hurt emotionally or physically." "You're right, course you are." said Andy after a few moments staring dejectedly into the coffee. "And, you know I ain't done fuck all with nobody. Not ever. And, I ain't attractive." "So you think. But, you've really started now haven't you, Adam's made you face up to it all hasn't he? And he's attracted to you isn't he?" Tim smiled not wishing to let the conversation get too maudlin. "I'm trying, but see.. it all goes back to when.. when.. to.. oh fuck it!" Andy stopped. "To something in your childhood which if you want you can tell me another time, but only if you really want too." Tim finished the sentence for him. "Andy I'm not daft and I thought there must be something like that. I'll tell you one thing, you're not the first and you will never be the last. You tell me only when you want to and if you ever want to." "Yeah alright." said Andy quietly. "Somehow I thought you'd know there was something. In fact you've guessed pretty much everything about me haven't you?" "Maybe, but I've been there and I know others who have been through it, you are not alone." Tim put his hand on top of Andy's. "OK, got it, you are not alone." "I know that now. Thanks." he blinked and let the hand remain. "I don't know wot else to say, I'm no good at expressing meself." "You don't have to say anything until and only if you are ready." "Oh shit." Andy blinked and stuttered. "I know wot yer trying to say and I really appreciate it, but I just ain't much good at dealing with things like this, all I end up doing is crying." "Cry away, I don't mind. Even I cry at times when I get down." Tim smiled and removed his hand. "If we're honest we all get down, it goes with being queer. Most times though I can hold it all together." "Right, I think I see." he returned the smile through watery eyes. "I hope you do. Physical sex is wonderful, but sometimes you'll find you'll need an emotional attachment and that's where it gets difficult." it was Tim that blinked now. "Oh shit, sorry I'm going on, I shouldn't." "We're really a bit of a right pair ain't we!" Andy managed a grin. "Welcome to world of being queer." it was Tim who now managed a smile. "Forget all that heavy stuff, I want to know what has happened since I saw you at Weston." "You ready for this then?" Andy took a really deep breath. " First, I've, I've... I've told me dad I'm queer!" "Oh my god! You've done what?" Tim looked amazed. "Holy shit! What did he say?" "He said he loved me. Fuck!" Andy blinked. "There ain't no going back now." "Hold it, looks like the coffees coming over." he looked up to the waitress. "Thanks." Andy did his best to smile at the waitress. "Thanks." "Why, what made you tell him?" asked Tim surmising that Andy would find such an admission incredibly hard to make. "He saw the love bites on me neck and said he'd hoped I hadn't made the girl pregnant!" even Andy grinned at this. "Silly innit, so I told him it was a boy not a girl!" "Fucking hell!" Tim was staggered. "Hang on, what love bites... what, what the hell have you been up to then?" "I haven't been up to anything," Andy paused, still grinning, "Adam's been up me!" "What! Bloody hell! So what's happened with Adam?" Tim reached for the sugar and stopped, his hand poised in mid air. "What d'you mean, Adam's been up you?" Looking very sheepish Andy nodded, secretly though he was incredibly proud of what he's done with Adam. "He's fucked you? I can't believe it!" Tim looked really surprised. "Well then, do I offer my congratulations! I think it would be a good idea to start at the beginning, well that is after I left you at Weston." Rather hesitantly in between sipping the coffee Andy poured out the events which had led to Adam taking his anal virginity. "Andy, I want to ask you something," Tim wiped his gold rimmed glasses on the paper serviette whilst he formulated his question, "well if you can answer it, it's not as simple as it sounds." "Anything. I'll try." having already bared his soul and put so much trust in their friendship he found himself incapable of hiding anything from Tim. "I don't know how to phrase it, so here goes," he put the glasses back on, "why did you want Adam to fuck you, not you fuck him which is the usual way round for newcomers to male sex?" "Shit. Oh, uumm.. I need to think a minute." it was quite a question. "Wow, that's hard. I think, I think it was because doing it that way round he was becoming part of me.. uumm.. is this making any sense?" "Sort of, go on." "And, well by cumming in me, uumm.. I dunno.. I just wanted him to be part of me.. to be in me.. to, to fill me with his spunk.." Andy was now blinking, it had been without any doubt a very emotional occasion. "And, what did it feel like, I mean having his cock in you? Did you like it?" Rubbing his eyes he looked at Tim. "Bloody hell, you know how to press all the right sodding buttons don't you!" "Maybe, but you certainly press some of mine!" Tim looked away, immediately knowing he shouldn't have said it. "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that, sorry." "Don't be sorry, I don't mind, honest, I've never pressed anyone's buttons before!" Andy managed a smile. "As for your question, he was so gentle, it was the most fantastic feeling as he entered and filled me. I was full of him. I could feel him moving inside me and when I felt him cumming inside I was so happy I cried." "Sounds as though you had a great time, I'm so pleased for you. I really mean that, you're first time and with a nice boy and a wonderful experience." Tim smiled. "See, my first time was bloody painful, I was twelve he was fourteen and we just wanted to do it." "Oh, oh I see," Andy was almost thinking out loud, "oh, you mean he was bigger?" "Yes. He was a big boy and I'd sucked him off previously, so we thought we'd try it. I thought he's split me in half! He was really nice, but too big for me at twelve." he shrugged his shoulders. "Anyway that was long time ago now. So back to you, tell me what happened after." "Well we just about got tidied up when Mart and mum came back. She was still in her bad mood so I left Adam having a few words with Mart and I got in the car and went off out of it." "Was that all, it sounds like there could be more to it." "No, it ain't all." Andy looked at the table. "See, `cause this is when I hurt meself." "Ah, the limp?" Tim looked at him quizzically. "Go on then." "You gotta promise not to laugh." Andy blushed as he looked around to see if anybody was in earshot. "Alright, I promise." Tim grinned. "Sounds intriguing." "It ain't intriguing, it's bloody painful. No laughing, right?" even Andy was smiling now, it really was a sorry tale. "Right, you gotta remember that it was only an hour or so since Adam had been up me and me bums still dribbling and I'm wearing the same spunk filled pants. Going round like that made me so bloody randy I really wanted something inside me whilst I wanked again." "Right, I know what you mean." Tim was trying not to smile. "Go on." "So I drives to this big deserted car park I knows and then finds on top of everything else it's a bloody great turn on to pull me trousers down in the car." he paused to push the empty coffee cup about and looked round again. "Couldn't agree more, there's something about having a wank in public, better still having a fuck!" "Oh, you as well?" Andy looked surprised at Tim's admission. "Well, so I'm about to start wanking when I see's this screwdriver on the floor of me car, it's got a lovely smooth handle, shaped a bit like a pear." "I get the picture." Tim smiled guessing what was coming next/ "Well, truth is it was much too bloody big, but by now I didn't know wot I was doing. I just wanted something inside me bum and to get wanking and so I forces it inside me..." he stopped, recalling what was literally a painful moment. "Did you make it bleed?" "No," he shook his head, "It was too big and it hurt, but I had to wank once it was in didn't I?" "Yes, only natural. Am I allowed to smile if I don't laugh?" "Sod you, yes!" Andy grinned, "Anyway so I cums another gallon in them already soaked pants and then finds I can't get the fucking screwdriver out. So now everything goes wrong. I'm getting afraid of being caught, I can't go home with it sticking out me bum and I can't even sit properly in the fucking car to drive it home anyway!" "Ah, I see!" Tim did smile. "So what did you do?" "I had to use all me strength and hurt like god knows what. I really thought I'd injured meself. I couldn't walk or nothing for a few minutes, it was fucking agony!" "And, no blood? You were damn lucky and this was only yesterday?" Andy nodded. "No blood, honest. Then when I got home I could hardly walk, course mum didn't know what it was all about and she saw me limping. Later on she got mad saying either she or dad looked at whatever I'd done or she'd drag me to the doctor if I don't go meself this evening." "So it still hurts?" asked Tim. "You look very uncomfortable walking." "Yeah, it's sodding awful and it's a long time till the six o'clock surgery." "Andy listen, you're new to all this stuff, but it sounds as though you and Adam got it right first time. Getting your hole over-stretched is not uncommon in this new life you've chosen and what you should keep in stock for such painful occasions is some pile ointment." "Wot the hells that?" "As it says on the tin, it's a special ointment for treating piles which usually originate from straining on the toilet." "Wot, oh bloody hell! I thought that's wot old blokes got?" "Anybody can get them, technically they're called haemorrhoids." "Wot, you don't wanna know about me having a crap do you!" Andy looked shocked, being very, very unworldly wise he couldn't see the connection. "Do I need to know this stuff?" "Yes you do. I'm not interested in what you do on the bog, but.. uumm..." Tim grinned, "what I am interested in is that the ointment is specifically designed for easing a literal pain in the bum!" "Oh, I see." said Andy on realising where the conversation was going. "Does it sting or anything then?" "No, not that you'd notice, very soothing and even alright to use if there's bleeding." "But, where to I get it?" said Andy sitting upright and taking an immediate interest. "You'll need to go to a chemist, it doesn't need a prescription though." "Oh fuck!" his face fell. "I can't do that. I can't. Too fucking embarrassing, anyway there's no chemist round here is there?" "Well, I've got some at my flat, you could use that it you want and I'll get another tube next time I pass a chemist to save you the embarrassment." "Would you. Could I?" Andy beamed. "Reckon it'll be alright to use it before I goes to the doctor?" "Of course it would, just say you thought of it yourself. I don't know what else he's going to give you anyway." "Can we get it now?" asked Andy excitedly standing up. "The cars only round the corner." "OK, we'd better pay the bill first though!" Tim stood up and walked away towards the counter, only to quickly return and retrieve a brown paper bag from the floor by his chair. "Wot you forgotten?" "Just some shopping." "Come on in then, leave the bike out there by the hedge it'll be quite safe." Adam beckoned Martin inside, "It's alright `cause mums gone out like she said, but we might only have an hour and a bit." "We still gonna do it?" asked Martin excitedly. "You don't think we'll get caught?" "Nah, course we are, I want you in me." Adam grabbed at the obvious bulge in Martin's jeans, "feels like you're all up and ready!" "I nearly came on the way here!" admitted Martin sheepishly. "For fucks sake lets get on with it before I cums in me pants, I can't hold on much longer!" "I ain't far off meself!" Adam grinned and rubbed his own erection. "Quick, up to me bedroom then, we'll have me bed to lie on." "The bed?" Quite where or how it was going to take place had not really occurred to Martin, the sound of a bed made it sound very serious. "Well, where else d'you think we'd do it?" Adam smiled sensing Martin was nervous. "Dunno, I hadn't really thought about it like that." "You'll be fine, just cum in me and not on the sheets!" Adam led the way up the stairs and on reaching the first floor landing pointed to an open door. "Wot we gonna do then?" Martin looked very nervously around. It was a typically untidy boys bedroom with a pile of dirty clothes, the regulation collection of badly assembled Airfix models and a school bag which had spewed it's contents of dog-eared books over the floor under the window. "We'd better get undressed first." Adam grinned. "Shall we do it like we did on the beach, each undressing the other?" "Only down to our pants though," said Martin, which rather surprised Adam, "I'm getting a thing about undies, seems to be more fun doing something while wearing 'em than being naked." "Definitely." Adam was already unbuttoning Martin's red and white check shirt, pulling it from his jeans exposed the ubiquitous inch of white cotton. "See you got them white ones on again, wot are they?" "Piss off. Either St Michael or some old Y-fronts, I ain't fucking got nothing else." Laughing, Martin tugged at Adam's pale blue striped top, eventually pulling it over his head to leave him standing there in white vest. "A vest! Fuck! Why you wearing that?" Martin appeared to be really excited at the sight and walked all round Adam looking at him. "And, looks like you even got it tucked into yer pants... and it looks like it matches yer pants!" "It's a great turn on innit? I only wore it for you, `cause I reckoned you was now into undies and that." Adam grinned. "You are ain't you, I can tell?" "How d'you know?" "The way you keeps looks round the changing rooms and at boys bums at school, yer trying to see the line of their briefs ain't you?" "Shit, is it that obvious?" "`tis to me, 'cause I does it as well!" "Well alright I fucking am! Now be honest, tell me, d'you, I mean.. d'you wank in yer pants, I uumm.." Martin blushed. "I seem to do it all the time now!" "Yeah, of course. Now you'd better have a good look at these then, I've worn 'em all yesterday and all night just for you." With that Adam pushed his jeans to the floor exposing a pair of elderly Y-fronts, sagging from being pulled around all night and with some unmistakable staining. "You really have got the vest tucked in 'em!" exclaimed Martin immediately moving directly in front of the tenting fly. "Cor and they match that vest! Look at all them marks, that just from last night then?" "Told you so." Adam laughed as he reached out for the waistband on Martin's jeans. "And, three times yesterday thinking about you and wot we're gonna do today." With his jeans now round his ankles Martin looked down to see the front of his briefs had a large wet spot. Adam's face was only an inch away, he looked up to Martin seemingly asking his permission to press his face into it. "Please don't," gasped Martin, "as soon as you touch it I'm gonna cum. Let me try and get it in you before I explode!" "Alright, well let's get on with it then." Smiling, Adam stood up. Kicking off his jeans he walked around to the side of the bed in just the vest and briefs. Slowly bending over much to Martin's obvious excitement he reached under the bed to produced a green tub of Atrixo hand cream. "Here, get some of that up me bum!" "Wot.. me, put a finger up it?" replied Martin looking first at the green pot and then to Adam's cotton clad behind. "Yeah, you'll enjoy it once you get into it." replied Adam laughing at his own joke. "Mart, I thought you might be a bit y'know, so I've even washed it inside for you!" "Inside?" Martin's eyes opened wide. "Washed it inside? How?" Yet again it confirmed Martin's naivety concerning the logistics of anal sex. Being well brought up with standards of hygiene enforced by his mother, at one stage even the prospect of exploring his own bottom, let alone another boys was quite unthinkable. Now faced with the prospect of vigorously attending to Adam's anal tract, the engrained taboo once again ran through his mind. "I sat in the bath, with me fingers and some soap, all just for you." Adam could see from Martin's expression he was totally innocent of such pleasures and procedures. "You don't know nothing about this do you?" Martin sadly shook his head. "No." "Look, as long as you don't need a crap there ain't no danger of shit, you can always wash yer finger if there's a tiny bit by yer hole!" "Oh, I see.." muttered Martin surprised at Adam's simple, but graphic explanation. "Now come here and bend over by me," he beckoned, "we gotta test this stuff." "We wot?" Adam sat on the bed, pulled at Martin so he was bent over in front. Sticking a finger in the pot of Atrixo he brushed the seat of Martin's briefs away and with any warning firmly pushed his finger inside and wiggled it around to a surprised squeak, followed quickly by a murmur of approval. "You're gonna need something to lube me hole and this Atrixo stuff was all I could find, it's mums." he removed his digit with a plop." I had a test wank last night and if you spit on it, it gets really slippery!" "Adam sorry, I don't know anything about doing any of this and I ain't really thought about it properly." said Martin apologetically from near floor level. "You gonna have to tell me wot to do." "Oh god! I just told you! Put a gert blob on yer finger and wiggle it around in me bumhole when I bends over, just like I've done to you!" Adam suddenly swung round, grabbed Martin and kissed him on the forehead. "You're so sweet!" "Fuck!" Martin blinked and clenched his fists, unsure how to handle the emotions that Adam was generating. "Fuck is right, that's wot we're here for, you're gonna fuck me!" Adam smiled, "Mart just do like I say, I didn't really know wot to do the first time either, so don't be embarrassed." "Sorry, it's just I feel a right bleeding twatt having to ask how to do it!" "Don't be." Adam held his hand out. "Now give us yer hand, like I said earlier, wot you gotta do is put a gert blob of this stuff up me bum and wiggle yer fingers around, `cause that'll loosen me hole up ready for yer cock!" "If I ain't cum already you mean!" "No you ain't, the only place you's cumming is inside me!" said Adam bending over the bed and pulling the covers back, inadvertently displaying to the trained eye what could only be described as a rather semen splattered bottom sheet. Martin, watching and wondering what Adam intended next immediately noticed and grinned. "You must wank a lot!" "Fuck off!" Adam sounded a little embarrassed and immediately threw the question back to Martin. "Morning and night. Don't you?" "Yeah. In the day at weekends as well!" he laughed. "Don't your mum say nothing about all them spunk stains?" "Nah, when she says it's time to change the sheets I whips 'em off and puts 'em in the machine quick." "My mum runs a fucking crusade about washing... oh, fuck no!" he looked very pale. "Wot? Wot is it? Here, sit on a spunk stain!" Adam grinned patted the bed. "Now wot is it?" "Fucking hell!" repeated Martin sitting down beside him. "I'd forgotten, last night because of dreaming about you today, I had fucking gert wet dream, I ain't had one since I was twelve, anyway this was huge and it had spread over everything." "Neither have I, wouldn't mind one now and again though," said Adam envisaging Martin in the throes of ejaculating, "so wot's so terrible about shooting a load of spunk?" "You don't know me mum and her fucking washing fixation! I left the bedclothes back to give it a chance to air and I forgot to make the bed when I left the house." "So?" "She always checks to see if the beds are made, so now she's gonna find a patch of cum the size of a bloody football!" he gulped. "You don't know her, it's just the sort of thing that over tea she'll ask if I had an accident in the night or something!" "Oh, I see." Adam grinned, "I can't help you with that, but I can help you with something else if I get on me hands and knees on the bed. Then d'you reckon you could kneel behind me and play with me bum for a couple of minutes?" "Fuck the sheets!" Martin smiled back and stood up. "No yer not, yer gonna fuck me bum! You can pull me pants down a bit or to one side, but we're both keeping 'em and hope they get all cummy." Martin laughed as he dug his index finger into the pot of Atrixo whilst Adam climbed onto the bed, pulling Adam's briefs to one side with his other hand he looked at his finger. "Can we swop, after we've done it?" asked Martin kneeling closely behind on the bed. "Swop wot?" "Pants." "Bloody hell, yeah!" Adam turned his head to see Martin still looking between his index finger and the target. "Now just get on with it, it's so clean you could eat yer dinner off it!" "Dunno about that, ain't big enough," Martin was laughing, "if you bend right over I might be able to use it for a drop of soup though!" ####################################################### Chap 16 to follow