Date: Wed, 20 May 2015 09:24:37 +0100 From: tom Subject: Lab Technician- Chapter 17 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 all comments, ideas, suggestions, good bad or indifferent always welcome. Tom email: amias09@fastmail.fm ############################################################################### Chapter 17 – Shaken, but stirred By early that afternoon Mark had had totally enough of moving house and all the hassle that went with it. The combination of unpacking, collapsing beds, frayed tempers and not even having the privacy of a bedroom where he could indulge in self-abuse dictated that he needed to escape and unwind on his own for a while. The only answer he concluded was to excavate his bike from the piles of boxes that had been dumped in the garage and take a leisurely trip around the surrounding streets to see what was what. Although one of the double wooden garage doors was partly open, once inside it was quite gloomy and his eyes needed time to get accustomed to the low light. Pausing by a pile of large cardboard boxes almost as tall as he was, he blinked and strained to see if his bike was against the far wall as he'd remembered. The garage being somewhat longer than average and having the rear window blocked by more boxes meant he bumped into various objects whilst picking his way to the bicycle. It wasn't the noises he was making as he stumbled through, it was the alien sound of something scraping on the concrete floor that he thought he heard during a pause for breath before moving yet more obstacles from his path. Rather shocked and wondering who or what was making the noise in the darkened garage he stood as still as his beating heart would allow and listened for further sounds of life. Finally after several seconds of silence he summoned all his courage and demanded in a very theatrical manner. "Who's in here? Come out right now." There was what sounded like some shuffling in the far corner and then silence. Mark was unsure what to do. And, in truth was even more unsure of what to do if the mystery person approached him! He looked round to check the door was still open so he could quickly escape if need be, finally though he made the very brave decision to wait and see who it was in hiding the gloom. What's a boy to do when driven by the urge to masturbate several times a day? Alfie had thought he'd found the answer, his trousers and briefs lying on the cardboard box next to him was now clutching at his cock as though it were some form of comforter. Petrified by the voice and totally unaware that it was his brother who had entered the garage he had been caught at his most vulnerable. "Right whoever are you, I'm coming over." By kicking at the boxes and making lots of noise although not really moving Mark hoped to flush out the mystery visitor, it had the desire effect. "Don't hurt me.." wailed Alfie. "Wot?" Mark suddenly realised the plaintiff voice sounded familiar. "Who are you?" There was a pause. "I'm Alfie." "You fucking little twatt!" exclaimed Mark, breathing a sigh of relief. "Wot the fuck are you doing in here?" "Mark?" replied Alfie weakly in disbelief. "Yes." said Mark pushing his way through the jumble of boxes. "I only came in to get me bike, I thought you were a fucking burglar!" "Oh shit!" It was at that point Alfie remembered he had no trousers on and that Mark was all of two steps away. "Now then, wot you hiding in here for, wot's it all about?" In the gloom he looked down at his younger brother, then looked again. Alfie was naked from the waist down and endeavouring to cover his essentials with his hands. "Uumm..." Alfie, first scared by Mark's entrance was now feeling very humiliated at being apprehended when he was approaching such a personal moment. "Wot are you doing?" in the gloom Mark couldn't really comprehend what he had been doing and looked around for a clue. Worried he was going to cry, Alfie bravely fought back the tears and replied somewhat forcefully. "Wot's it look bloody like, I was having a wank!" "You're in here having a wank!" Mark laughed. "You dirty little bugger!" Alfie was rather shaken by the entire episode, Mark on the other hand was stirred, put more accurately something was stirring in his jeans. Alfie rubbed his eyes again and it looked as though he was finally going to cry. "Hey, none of that," he found an arm around his shoulder, Mark whispered in his ear, "well you laughed your bloody little head the other night at me didn't you?" "Bollocks!" muttered Alfie, it was payback time and he knew it. "Well I can't do it in the bedroom with you there listening can I?" "You could, I suppose if," Mark reached down and brushed Alfie's hands away so that he could take charge of the flagging member, "if suppose, well if we agreed to do it together." "Wot d'you mean?" Alfie could feel his cock getting harder thanks to the gentle kneading, Mark plainly had something more than words in mind. "Well, neither of us wants to wank with the other listening, so why don't we do it together?" he rolled the head of Alfie's cock between his thumb and forefinger. "Wot, oh, could do I `spose," without warning Alfie put his hand on the front of Mark's jeans, "like this you mean?" "Yeah, you got the idea." Mark grinned in the darkness, maybe sharing a bedroom wasn't so bad after all. "I think once we'd done it a couple of times we wouldn't worry then would we?" "Nah, don't `spose we would." "Well shall we do it then, now?" "I thought we were!" Alfie giggled. "What about you, it feels hard?" "Undo me jeans and find out." "Can I rub it till you cum?" asked Alfie looking up in the gloom as his hot little hand fumbled with the zip and the bulging fly. "Provided you;ve got it out me pants, I don't wanna make a mess in 'em." "I do it in `em, in front the telly sometimes when I get home from school!" replied Alfie giggling again. "But then I don't make much spunk, so it don't matter too much." "You dirty little sod! Still, I used to do that when I was you age as well, there that's honest innit?" "Why ain't we ever done this before?" asked Alfie looking up again. "I don't know, but maybe we should have." "Well we are now." It was Andy who had returned home first at around lunchtime, in an excellent frame of mind and with an erection to match. Totally thrilled by the mornings unexpected development with Tim, he breezed cheerfully past his mother and on up to the bathroom. The intention was to quickly apply the remainder of the ointment to his bottom since it had most definitely made a difference to the comfort factor. On returning downstairs even she remarked that his limp appeared to be a little better and enquired if he still intended going to the doctors as planned. "Yeah, I `spose so, seems to be getting a lot better though." "You certainly look more comfortable, shall we see what you're like later on?" "Yeah alright." She looked at him and sniffed, there was a familiar odour mixed with the faintly antiseptic smell of the ointment. "You are going to have a bath before you go aren't you?" "Course I am, later on this afternoon I thought." "Good! Now then what about a snack it's nearly one o'clock?" she looked around. "Where's that brother of yours got to now?" Before he answer the hall door suddenly opened and Martin appeared, smiling and from the tent in his jeans obviously more than delighted with the way his morning had gone as well. "Wot you been up to then?" asked Andy with the emphasis on the word up, he winked. "Went round to Adam's place and I was, up in his room." "Come on you two, I bought a French stick, I'll put a snack together." she headed off towards the kitchen. "It's not often I have you both home in the day like this." "Looks like you still are, up that is!" Andy laughed. "Was it that good?" "Fucking hell, yeah! It's like nothing else!" whispered Martin heading towards the stairs. "It's so hard I just gotta have another wank, will you keep her happy for five minutes!" "Yeah. No! No hang on, don't do that, I've got a better idea," Andy grinned, "why don't we both have a wank and you can tell me more about wot happened with Adam." "Oh yeah." said Martin excitedly, "But where, `cause mums about ain't she?" "Dunno, lets go in and keep her happy, we'll have something to eat and think about it then." Sat at the table picking over the French bread and cheese Martin pondered the important question of where they could go to indulge their desires. Then he had an idea based on something Adam had mentioned, but would Andy go along with it? Across the table Andy was also deep in thought, but his thoughts were far more complex in that he was trying to analyse why he was now so calm after what had happened during the last tumultuous few days. A lot of it was down to Tim's guidance and in accepting what he now knew himself to be, even though he would probably remain a closet homosexual for some time. Emotional and sexual relationships he couldn't fully understand at the moment and wasn't even attempting too, although he could admit to himself he thought he had fallen for Adam. Strangely enough though, he didn't feel in the slightest bit jealous of Martin who had literally just lost his virginity with Adam. Then there was Tim who had so quickly become a friend and confidant, although Andy felt quite guilty knowing he shouldn't have so blatantly enticed him in mutual masturbation. Finally there was his very own brother, now a very willing sexual partner and even if he didn't like to admit it, Andy found he was rather taken with young Alfie's pocket manipulations from three doors up! "Me front tyres flat again." "Andrew, your brothers talking to you." "You wot?" Andy looked up from his plate in a dazed fashion. "Are you sure you are still with us?" asked Joyce smiling. "Oh.. uumm.. yes, sorry mum I was thinking. Wot did he say?" "Thinking about what? Something important?" "Sort of." "Oh.." Quickly making an attempt to change the subject before she continued he added. "Could you pass the butter please." >From across the table, unseen by their mother Martin made a circular sign with his thumb and forefinger, then winked. Andy at first flushed then pretended to cough to cover his laughter. "Are you alright?" enquired Joyce. "Yeah, fine." "Have a drink of water." "Right." holding the glass, but unable to drink or even look at Martin he spluttered. "Wot d'you say has gone flat?" "I said me front tyres gone flat again." repeated Martin grinning. "Don't seem like I mended properly last time." "Well, I `spose we could have another go at getting it to stay up this afternoon." replied Andy knowing he was getting enquiring looks from his mother. "We'll do it together then?" Martin was now openly laughing. "What's so funny between you two?" asked Joyce, happy that the two of them were getting on so well, when normally half-term breaks were just a little fraught. "Bit of running joke about getting his thing to stay up, that's all mum." Andy smiled. "And, I don't suppose I'll never know what the joke is will I?" "Probably not!" "Listen Andy, before we can do anything I've got an horrible bit of homework left to do for school which I've just remembered." admitted Martin very reluctantly. "I thought you'd told me you were up todate with all your work at the beginning of the week." weighed in Joyce looking at him, not it seemed well pleased. "I must have made a mistake then." Martin looked as innocent as he could which wasn't very, knowing the work was long overdue and he dare not return to school without it on pain of detention. "That's alright then," said Andy, thinking he could have a little rest after the mornings exertions, "wot about doing it about half past two, that give you enough time to do it?" "Should be fine." said Martin, carefully avoiding his mothers questioning look. "You two are quite hopeless." she said getting up from the table and looking at Andy, "he's always covered in oil and under that car of his and you Martin, you have yet to ever finish any homework on time." "I know, but we are lovely really aren't we?" Martin smiled sweetly. "Oh... get on with you" "Anyway mum, think just what would you do without us?" said Andy smiling. "A lot less washing for a start and..." she stopped and looked at Andy, "listen, I've just realised it's Friday, there's no evening surgery tonight is there?" "Oh no, there ain't." Andy looked at her feeling relieved on one hand, but now without ointment wanting some form of magical cure on the other. "Damn." "Well you're going to have to put up with it then. If you're still limping you must go on Monday morning or you could go to casualty at the hospital over the weekend if it gets really bad!" "Wot! Mum, I ain't going to hospital! I'll wait till Monday to see the doctor and, and I'll ring Peter at work and tell him I'll be in a bit later?" The snack lunch over Andy retired to his room and after the morning exertions fell asleep, having to be woken by Martin when he'd finished the homework in order to mend the puncture. Feeling barely awake he shambled slowly downstairs after him and out into the front garden to inspect the flat tyre. "Well turn it upside down then," said Andy looking for somewhere to sit, "you can get the wheel off by yourself this time." "Bollocks, ain't you gonna help?" "No. Now, did you think how we could do it then?" "Wot... eh?" Martin slowly smiled. "Oh that." "Yeah, that." said Andy. "But before that, have you got any spanners?" Martin shook his head. "But, you gotta car full of `em." "Bollocks. Hang on then." Andy walked slowly to the car and opened boot to look in the tool bag. The first object that confronted him was the infamous yellow plastic handled Stanley screwdriver. He picked it up and looked at it thinking he must have been mad to have pushed it inside, with the handle being nearly two inches in diameter it was a wonder he hadn't seriously injured himself. "Wot you looking at?" called out Martin. "Hurry up." "Bollocks." repeated Andy rummaging around in the tool bag and returning to the garden clutching some spanners. "Here, these should do it." "Ta." Andy sat once again on the low wall with a hand in his pocket, he watched as Martin fiddled around undoing the nuts. Progress was slow, but the sight of bulge in Martin's jeans and occasional flashes of the top of his briefs made up for it. "Well, I'll tell you wot I thought we might do?" Martin looked around and rubbed the front of his jeans. "D'you know it ain't gone down since I got back, but I gotta idea." "I'd never have guessed it ain't gone down!" "Piss off!" "Go on then wot's the big idea, I hope it don't involve driving `cause that hurts me buu..." he stopped himself just in time, "I means me hip." "Oh come on, it is yer bum innit, so wot you bloody done to it?" "Fuck off." Andy looked embarrassed, as indeed would anyone be on having to admit to so painfully rogering their own rectum. "Now wot's the big idea then?" "Simple really, we has a wank out here!" "You're bloody joking, if somebody sees us we'll get fucking arrested or something!" Andy looked shocked at the suggestion. "You silly sod! Can't do that!" "Not if we ain't got our cocks out," Martin looked around, "don't you see, we has a wank in our pants." "Oh." it was Andy's turn to look around, the idea of doing it in the front garden suddenly became really appealing. "Wot now? Right now?" "Yeah, I got on Adam's pants and he's cum in 'em already, so they're already a sticky mess," Martin looked at Andy knowing he also enjoyed the sensation of walking about in slimy briefs, "and you likes doing it that way don't you?" "Alright then, if I face you I'll put me hand down the front and do it." replied Andy immediately slipping his hand down the front of his jeans and into his briefs. "Well I cut a hole in me pocket earlier, `cause these is old jeans anyway." Martin grinned as he demonstrated by pushing his hand inside and to what looked to Andy right under the elastic of his briefs. "Cor, you're fucking disgusting!" Andy laughed. "Now you gotta listen out for mum and I'll listen for anybody walking by on the pavement. Right?" "Yeah right. Now on the count of three then?" "Yeah, tell you wot," Andy grinned, "first one to cum gets to finish the other off!" "Right... ready... one... we gotta start with our hands out... two... three..." With both brothers already extremely aroused, not only by what had happened in the morning, but also since they were actually about to masturbate in their front garden and so it wouldn't take tooy long before one of them climaxed. Standing by the upturned bicycle and partly facing the house with his hand freely working the length of his cock inside his jeans, Martin had the logistical advantage over Andy who remained seated. Understandably it didn't seem to take any time at all before Martin announced that he wasn't far off, although it was only a few seconds later that Andy announced he too was almost there. "I'll beat you to it!" said Martin somewhat breathlessly, the visible part of his arm now almost blur as it frantically worked the length of his cock through the hole in his pocket. "Nah you won't," Andy doubled his efforts, "yer gonna burst the zip first doing that!" "Oh my god!" With that Martin shuddered and groaned as his cock started to spurt strings of hot semen, the power of the ejaculation forcing it through the denim to form a large shiny blob on the front of the bulging fly. "Fuck! And, you've cum earlier as well!" exclaimed Andy, momentarily pausing to watch even though he were on the cusp of ejaculating himself. "Oh bloody hell!" mumbled Martin trying to collect his senses, he turned around in a rather wobbly fashion and leant against the hedge staring at the slimy fingers he had just withdrawn from his pocket. "Fuck, wot's happening!" exclaimed Andy grabbing desperately at his jeans. He might have stopped rubbing, his cock though now fully primed had decided to carrying on towards some form of climax by itself. It was a most unusual feeling, almost as though he were ejaculating but not quite. In fact what was happening was that the entire contents of his balls were oozing uncontrollably into his briefs. "Hello!" The voice had been very briefly preceded by the sound of skidding by the rear wheel of a bicycle. Mark having happily concluded his intimate business with Alfie in the garage had set off to tour of the neighbourhood and had ridden down the pavement when he saw the brothers over the hedge in the garden. "Wot? Who? Oh fuck!" Startled, Andy looked up to see Mark sat on his bike peering down into the garden, one arm supporting himself as he leaned against the garden wall. Martin having been taken by complete surprise at such an inopportune moment looked twice just as though he couldn't believe his eyes, he then instantly turned away. "I think you've met me little brother Alfie, he told me about you two." Mark smiled. His initial assessment was that Martin was about his age whilst Andy, although he could apparently drive looked scarcely more than seventeen. Luckily Andy quickly realised that Martin wasn't entirely with them and thought he ought to make some form of conversation to hold Mark's attention. Getting up rather awkwardly from his seat on the wall he hoped the protuberance in his jeans wouldn't be noticed. Even if that weren't noticed, he'd certainly noticed something that felt as though it were slowly sliding down between his legs the more he moved. "Ah... oh.." said Andy finally understanding who the visitor was, "yeah oh, yeah Alfie, oh right. I got it now, you've just moved in a few doors up the road?" "Yeah, I'm Mark." he held out his hand. "I'm Andy," he smiled after quickly wiping his hand on the seat of his jeans he took Mark's hand, "and that's me brother Martin." "Hello." Mark stretched his arm to offer Martin his hand. Utterly panicked at the thought of doing so, with his own hand so thoroughly sticky with spunk Mark went bright red and then mumbled something to the effect he had better not since he was quite oily from attending to the front wheel. "Wot you mending then?" The voice sounded familiar. At that point, Mark's shadow in the shape of Alfie arrived at high speed having heard the voices when he was closing the garage door. "Oh bleeding hell!" exclaimed Mark on seeing his younger brother appear from nowhere. "Not you, piss off!" "Hello." replied Alfie grinning, unphased by the hostile reception proceeded to totally ignore his brother and continue as though he had known the brothers for ages. "Mart, I'll give you a hand with the bike if you wants, I ain't got nothing else to do." Andy tried not to smile, there was no doubt they had been adopted by Alfie. Neither was there any doubt that he was rather intrigued by the bulge in Alfie's shorts. "If I were you, I'd just let him do it." said Mark in resigned voice. "He can mend anything, the clever little bugger!" The downside of having Alfie in tow was that Mark had hoped to have gradually cultivated the new friendship to the point where he could talk openly about sex, be it of the boy or girl variety. The consolation was that even if he couldn't talk about it there was nothing to stop him casting glances at Andy's jeans and watching the dark patch that was slowly forming. "Well he can, if he want's too." Martin had finally found his voice, but was really more concerned that the state of his jeans and prominent erection shouldn't be seen. "I ain't much good at practical things like this really." "Well, it'll bloody keep him happy won't it!" Mark looked on as Alfie hastened towards the spanners by the upturned bike in the middle of the garden path. "I think it's that one you want." said Andy pointing down to the smaller of three spanners on the ground by the handlebars. Alfie, in his self-appointed capacity of bicycle repair man quickly moved to pick up the spanner, unfortunately he moved a little too quickly and on catching his foot in the upturned handlebars launched himself into space. In this context though, space was a relative term since Alfie was all of four foot something above ground level when he started his declination. Uselessly flapping his arms about in readiness to cushion his fall to earth he gave, much to Andy's amusement a poor impression of a wayward duckling. More by luck than judgement, he didn't plummet directly to earth, but instead broke his fall by making contact with Martin. The spectacle of the descent was enhanced by the flaying arms which accidentally hit Martin in quick succession very squarely on the very part of his anatomy that he was so desperately trying to hide from view. "Fuck!" cried Martin instantly doubling up in pain and grabbing at the bulging front of his sticky jeans. "He's snapped me cock!" Mark looked at Andy and Andy looked at Mark. Slowly they both began to grin, having correctly guessed that for one's erection be on the receiving end of a couple of Alfie's mighty blows would indeed be a most painful experience. "Wot the fuck!" exclaimed Alfie from the horizontal on the dusty path. Not normally given to swearing the afternoons events were proving to be a definite exception. Andy and Mark were desperately trying not to laugh and both moving in Martin's direction to see what had happened, Mark in particular was very keen to acquire a close up view of the jeans which appeared to also have a bulge and wet patch. "Wot the fuck!" repeated Alfie now looking at his hand and rubbing the fingers together, subtly demonstrating the fine lubricational qualities of semen. Slowly he was putting two and two together, the inescapable answer being five meaning that Martin must have ejaculated in his jeans. There was no mistaking what was on his fingers, especially as less than half an hour earlier he had been privy to checking out the equally fine lubricational qualities of Mark's semen in the darkened garage. "Let's have a look then." Mark was now next to Martin. "Wot's Alfie done to you?" Martin was dreading whatever was going to happen next and looked up to see Mark staring wide eyed down at his jeans, the shiny wet patch quite unmistakable. "He's just spunked over me hands!" proclaimed Alfie loudly which considerably added to Martin's discomfort and to confirm it pointed a slippery finger towards him. "Shit!" stuttered Andy, wondering how Martin could find a way out of the situation. "You haven't have you?" asked Mark before he could stop himself. Despite only knowing the brothers for a few minutes and knowing that he shouldn't really be getting involved at all in such a personal problem the question just had to be asked. "He has! He must have cum in his pants!" confirmed Alfie excitedly, how standing and staring at his hand. "Look it's all over me fingers!" Martin looked at him in horror, frantically trying to come up with an excuse that wouldn't embarrass him any more than he was already. Then just having accepted he was to be the laughing stock, a glimmer of an idea flashed through his mind. There was nothing to loose so why should he be the only one to be embarrassed? "Oh fuck he's right, he's just cum!" confirmed Mark looking between Alfie's fingers and Martin's jeans. "Well we all do it don't we? Wank?" announced Martin, who after pausing for even greater effect added. "And, I just fancied wanking in the front garden!" The statement was quite unambiguous and designed to remove the focus from himself, instead effectively making them all admit to masturbation, which in itself would be a great leveller. It had the immediate effect of making Mark and Alfie blush, their feet shuffled on the garden path. "That's alright innit?" confirmed Andy grinned disarmingly, his new found homosexual status allowing him to freely express views on the taboo subject. "We're quite open about these things, like wanking ain't we Mart?" "Wot!" squeaked Alfie in panic. He looked to Mark for some sort of brotherly support afraid that he too might be drawn into the discussion on masturbation and have to admit to partaking of the deadly sin in front of his new friends. Despite all that it was though a situation that Mark found incredibly arousing, he could feel his cock rapidly growing as Andy spoke. Pushing as close to Martin as he dare, he again stared down at his jeans, there was absolutely no doubt that Martin had just ejaculated in the front garden! "So," said Andy fixing Mark with his eye, "hands up all those who haven't wanked earlier? Don't be shy!" Andy couldn't believe himself what he was now asking, but after the last weeks sexual developments the question didn't seem very radical at all. Mark who was the prime target of the question looked rather flushed and kept his hand down. "Wot and me?" Alfie was confused and very embarrassed. Was this how big boys normally talked, were they always so open about such highly personal matters? "Yeah, if you know wot spunk is you can probably do it!" said Martin grinning. "Cor, how d'you know I know wot spunk is?" Alfie looked puzzled. "That's it then, we're all happy wankers!" said Andy looking in Mark's direction. "So if Mart's got himself into a bit of a mess don't worry about it, `cause I'm sure we've all cum in our pants at some time, ain't we?" "Yeah, alright I have as well." replied Mark now more than little red in the face, but nevertheless determined to carry the conversation on. "Y'know I was hoping that sometime we might get on this subject, but not as quick as this, bloody hell we only met ten minutes ago!" "Good," Martin winked, "and so maybe next time we won't just talk about it!" "Wot?" asked Mark amazed at Martin's openness. "D'you mean we'd.." "Yeah, that's exactly wot I do mean!" interrupted Martin grinning. "That would be nice wouldn't it!" Andy winked. "Sorta communal." "Wot! Wot's communist? " Alfie looked around with his mouth open. ################################# Chapter 18 to follow