Date: Wed, 17 Jun 2015 19:17:25 +0100 From: tom Subject: Lab Technician Chap 19 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 19 – Andy implodes "Oh fucking hell he's fainted! Not again!" Peter rushed forward, immediately pulling Andy back from the bench and positioning him on the chair so his head between his knees. "Again?" asked Tim trying to regain his composure after the shock of seeing him. "Yeah, he's done it twice before, particularly if it gets a bit hot in here." "Well it's certainly a bit stuffy in here, doesn't the window open?" "No, because the bloody catch is broken. Now sod the window, what on earths going on, seemed to me that he just saw you and then passed out!" "We've, we've met before.." admitted Tim. Still a little shaken he was nevertheless well aware of his promise not to divulge anything of his meetings with Andy and didn't elaborate further. "Oh.. oh what? You've met before? Bloody hell... of course now I get it, you're the Tim he met down at Weston? And so it's you that's been helping him face the fact he's homosexual? Holy shit, talk about coincidence!" "Yes." Tim flushed and nodded. "But Pete, this really has been as much a bloody shock for me as it was for him." "Christ, that's an understatement! All this on top of the fact we've just met here as well. What a bloody morning!" Peter sighed. "Pity you didn't tell me about him" "I promised him I wouldn't say anything to anyone," said Tim seeing that Andy was now starting to show signs of coming round, "and besides the poor sod's got himself into a right state at starting to come out as it is." "Oh yes, he certainly has. I guessed something was wrong and he's even been round for a talk about it at my place. He was really singing your praises earlier for you in not taking advantage, but you just genuinely wanting to help." "Oh god, has he?" Tim looked embarrassed. "Tempting though and he doesn't look anything like being twenty one either does he!" "Don't for fucks sake start saying that," Peter grinned, "or you'll have me going after him! Seriously, he really has been going on about how you've helped him. Now though he's going to have to decide who knows what isn't he?" "Yes, I guess he is." with that the lesson bell rang, Tim looked at Peter, "I must go, it's my first class and I don't want to be late. It's a double second year lesson and I can't say I feel very relaxed about facing twenty odd animated twelve year old's after this lot!" "Best of luck! You'd better go quickly then before he comes round properly, I'll talk to him and find an excuse to pop in your lesson to let you know how he is." It didn't take more than a few seconds for Andy to surface, shaking his head he sat up slowly on the chair and blinked in the light. "You alright?" Peter handed him a mug of water. "Have a drink, it'll do you good." "It was Tim who was here wasn't it?" Andy looked anxiously around. "What did he tell you? Where's he gone?" "Yes it was and believe me, it was as much a shock for him as it was for you." Peter smiled. "The first thing is I'm going to get that bloody handyman, caretaker or whatever he calls himself to mend this window, I've asked him before, we can't have you passing out every time it gets warm or Tim comes in here can we?" "No. That was a real shock." Andy managed a weak smile. "But, where's he gone?" "To teach a double second year class, he'll be back after to see you so don't worry." "But, what did he tell you?" repeated Andy nervously. "Please." "All he told me was that he'd promised you that he wouldn't say anything to anybody and he's really kept his promise other than admitting he was the one who had befriended you." "Oh." "Listen, it's bloody lucky we don't have much on today, it'll give you a chance to recover a bit, so just stay on that chair for the next few minutes and have rest." "Thank god for that." Andy closed his eyes and sighed. "I'm in a right mess ain't I?" "Nothing we can't help you with I'm sure. But, I really think we do need to sort out who knows what now that Tim's surprised both of us by being here as well." Andy went silent for a minute, Peter picked up the coffee mugs intending to wash them leaving him to the mull over the question. "Pete, yer right." Andy looked up and opened his eyes. "I trust you both, I'll tell you later all that Tim knows so there's no secrets." "Well, just so you know there are no secrets," Peter leaned against the bench, "I have to confess that I was equally shocked by Tim's appearance here today as we had met before as well." "You wot!" Andy's brain was whirring faster than usual. "You.. wot... Pete, you met.. you, you.. oh you don't mean for sex do you?" "Yes I do. So now you know." it was Peter's turn to blush. "We met really quite by accident recently and just took to each other, rather I suppose like you did." "Oh fuck! I dunno wot to say." Andy's morning was full of surprises. "But, but didn't you talk about work or anything so he knew you'd be here when he started teaching?" "No, no more than you did. Andy, you'll learn that those sort of details are usually left out of any conversation to keep anonymity. You must remember that not everybody accepts homosexuals and the majority still hide in the closet for fear of being labelled and exposed as such." "Oh. Oh, I think see wot you mean." he looked uncomfortable on realising his minimal level of sexual and homosexual etiquette. "I don't know much at all do I?" "But you're learning fast," Peter smiled. "And, you've made a lot progress in a week. So now just take it one step at a time and please just don't tell too many people about yourself." "Don't worry, I'm not bloody telling anybody!" "Good. Now, you're doing fine and it's a lot for you to accept, so at this early stage keep it to yourself. With Tim and I both knowing about it you won't have to worry about getting support and we certainly won't be telling anybody else." "Thanks, I, I uumm.. just wanted to so say.. uumm.. I'd be lost without you two." "All part of the service!" Peter smiled. "Now as I said earlier, this morning not busy so you can take it easy till lunchtime, but you'll have to help out this afternoon." "I'm feeling OK now and I can help if you want." "No, after fainting on us just stay there quietly." "Pete, do you still see Tim?" asked Andy quietly. "Yes, now and again." replied Peter, for once being rather economical with the truth, it actually being more again than now. "Oh, right." Andy took the hint of the short reply and rightly didn't press for details. "Hey," said Peter deciding it was time to move on from male couplings, "while I think of it you never did tell me why you went to the doctor earlier?" "Oh that.. well, uumm... I need the bog... I'll, I'll tell you when I get back." said Andy blushing and standing up, he checked his pocket that the new ointment was still there. "Back in a few minutes." Peter shook his head, all in all he was becoming rather fond of Andy. A couple of miles in the opposite direction at The City grammar school Martin and Adam were starting their morning break and looking around for somewhere quiet to talk. Quiet, from Martin's point of view because he'd had a raging erection all morning and was desperate to get hold of Adam or even for Adam to get hold of it. Equally randy, Adam was hoping for some physical contact however fleeting it might turn out to be, but he also had another reason to find a quiet place. "Over there, where them first year kids is hanging about." Martin pointed across the playground to four boys in grey shorts who had sat down in the shade of the porch to the music block. "Good spot that, we can see if anybody's coming as well." "Who's cumming!" Martin giggled as they approached the younger boys. "One of us with any luck!" "Both I hope! If not I'm gonna have to go to the bog for a quick one later on!" "You're certainly ain't shy any more are you?" Adam grinned. "No." Martin blushed. "Not after doing wot we done last week." "I feel the same." Adam smiled. "Now let me get rid of them kids." "Wot, you mean you want me, like I wanted you?" "Course I do," Adam nodded, "had a wank in bed last night thinking about you." "So did I!" Martin blushed again. "Oh fuck!" "Fuck is right." Adam looked over to the first year boys. "Hey, d'you like looking up boys shorts?" "Never done it." admitted Martin. "Is it good?" "You should, especially if you can see their pants." Adam grinned. "I started doing it when I wore shorts, ain't never stopped." "Oh, but I do uumm.." Martin paused, dare he admit to something, "I do watch bums hoping to see the out line of their pants, especially if they've got a hand in their pocket." "I always do that as well," Adam grinned, "and I've watched you under the desk in maths when you don't think you can be seen!" "Fuck!" "Oh yeah, on the day that Terry who usually sits with you wasn't in, you fucking came in yer pants didn't you?" "Fuck!" Martin went bright red. "You saw that!" "Yeah, so I came in mine just after you!" Adam laughed. "In fact I fancy cumming in 'em now." "Reckon anybody would see us doing it here?" Martin looked around, it was certainly a less populated corner of the playground. "Doubt it, not if we don't make it obvious." replied Adam also glancing about as they approached the younger boys. "Now we'll ask these kids to move on nicely." "Oi you lot," Martin walked up to the younger boys, "now fuck off out of it! Right fucking now or I'll set the fucking prefects on you!" "That was tactfully done then!" Adam laughed as the boys grabbed their bags and shot off as fast as their little white legs would carry them. "Of course, I'm known for me fucking tact!" "Now before we start anything I wanna show you something that might surprise you." Adam bent down to reach inside his bag. "Have a butchers at this." Those same couple of miles in the opposite direction found Andy walking, albeit with a variable limp along a corridor in The County Grammar school on his way back to the science block. Usually the case was to use the much nearer boys toilet, however this time he opted to use a staff toilet in order to apply the ointment to his bottom. Not being well versed in the art of exploring matters in that area he found the whole procedure somewhat awkward and certainly rather messy, wondering just how he was going to mange it three times as a day as instructed. Regrettably, he was quickly discovering there was an unfortunate major side effect to the treatment that had not been alluded too either by doctor or chemist. The stimulation caused by the actual application itself and that of the stinging of the concentrated ointment had instigated a major erection that refused to subside, luckily it was concealed by his white lab coat. That said though, there was also an upside to the situation in that walking about with excess ointment between his bum cheeks was in itself becoming a turn on. "Andy? Is that you?" "Who? Wot d'you say?" he stopped and looked around, but with various doorways off the corridor it wasn't immediately clear who had called out and from where. "Andy, I wasn't sure if it was you." sound of footsteps followed the voice. "Yeah, well it is, but who's that?" the voice was coming from the junction of an adjoining corridor which he had just passed. "It's me!" "Bloody hell!" Having turned to look Andy leant back against the wall in surprise, yet another surprise. It had definitely been a morning full of surprises. "Well, wot are you doing here?" "You twatt! I work here don't I? In the science block." "You work here?" Mark looked rather confused. "Uumm, well then is, is Martin here as well? Oh shit, I don't get it, wot's going on?" "No, Mart's at the City grammar, this is the County grammar. Don't `spose you remember we said there was two grammar schools, but you didn't know which one you was at did you?" "Oh shit! Pity, I was hoping to see him." "Won't I do then?" said Andy. "Yeah." Mark smiled. "Especially after wot we said in the garden!" "You dirty sod, now stop that." Andy grinned. "Be serious, it's alright here and first few days is always total shit till you finds yer way around a bit." "Truth is, I dunno where I am, they sent me to office for something, but I got lost on the way back to class, this place is all corridors that look the same." Mark sighed. "Hopeless, I 'spose that's why the teacher joked about never seeing me again!" "Well it's lucky you found me then innit." Andy smiled. "You don't half look smart in yer new blazer and all that." "Oh piss off!" "Nice new white shirt and tie as well!" "Fucking shut up!" Mark grinned. "Don't go on about it all `cause I feel a right tit as it is!" "Now if you really want, I'll feel yer left one for you!" Andy grinned. "Sorry, only a joke." "Can if you want." Mark had effectively called his bluff and wouldn't have objected if Andy had done. "Don't be silly." What was there about a boy in school uniform, Andy didn't really know other than that he loved watching them walking about especially if there was hand in the pocket. Today though, his mindset was distinctly off balance what with the episode at the surgery and then the surprise at meeting Tim. So much off balance that his emotional pendulum was veering between seducing Mark or self-depreciation. Unaware of Andy's inner turmoil, Mark smiled, slightly disappointed since his previous evening bedtime fantasy had been mutual masturbation in the garden. "Being a bit more serious, hope you didn't mind about Martin and me going on about wanking in the garden the other afternoon." Andy was fully aware his erection was now driving the conversation, but unaware the subject was on Mark's mind. "He's a dirty bugger, can't stop him wanking, he'll do it with anybody, anywhere!" "Oh.. uumm.. he would, shit, sorry! I mean he does?" stuttered Mark blushing at Andy's directness. "Yeah, in fact if I'm honest, I think he takes after me as I gotta admit I'd just cum in the garden before you'd arrived!" Andy's full head-on assault wasn't designed to give Mark any room for manoeuvre, he would be forced to submit to the way the conversation was going and be made aware that Andy was available. "You had?" "Yeah, like I said truth is I can't stop doing it either and... and well, nah.. no, no course you wouldn't.." His timing was perfect, Mark's ears were visibly flapping as the sexual innuendo swirled around. "I, I wouldn't wot?" The lurid visions of communal masturbation that had already been racing through Mark's mind only adding to the head of steam that had built up inside his blue briefs. Had he known it, they were the only type of visions that ever flashed through Andy's mind. "Well, y'see," Andy looked furtively around before swiftly opening his white coat like a flasher in the park, "I didn't have time this morning, so I was just on me way to the bog... for, well, y'know!" "Oh fuck!" exclaimed Mark immediately focusing on the bulging trousers. "That would be nice, but just a wank would do right now!" Andy laughed, keeping the coat partly open. "Sorry, just my dirty joke." Mark now bright red, gulped and looked, then gulped again. There was no doubt that Andy was more than aroused and his rather unsubtle suggestion was no joke. "Thought you might have joined me, seeing as we both feel the same about wanking!" "We do?" Mark was muddled, if it had been a joke then why was Andy still pursuing the matter? "Well, I `spect you do it night and morning like the rest of us." Andy dropped all pretence of joking and hammered the point home a seconds later. "Don't you?" "Yeah, I `spose." muttered Mark rather astonished at his own lack of inhibitions at admitting such a thing. He'd certainly hope for some sexual contact with the brothers, but had never envisaged it happening at this speed. "Wot d'you think then, the bogs only round the corner," Andy began to stroke his cock through the trousers, "we can stand at the stalls and do it, just like we're having a piss. Don't have to touch each other if you don't want." "Thought you said it was joke?" "That's wot I thought at first, but well y'know how sometimes you just gotta do it and, and I thought you might be in the mood as well." "Oh.." Mark nodded in agreement, he certainly did know how on occasion there was no resisting the pleasure of the flesh. Unable to decide what to do he just stood there as Andy raised the stakes further by pushing his hand inside the waistband of the trousers causing Mark to starting to play with himself through his trouser pocket. "Well, hurry up and decide or I might cum in me pants here!" Subconsciously Andy knew full well that what he was doing to Mark was wrong and totally out of character, nevertheless he was unable to stop himself. "No. No, no I can't not now, not today.." gabbled Mark nervously, "another day... please, but not today, I gotta get back to me class." "Oh.." Andy looked really disappointed. Mark still under the impression that Andy was only seventeen or so was fast becoming overawed with the apparent image of considerable sexual prowess. It was of course fiction, with Andy having barely more experience than Mark and most of that with himself anyway! Feelings were running high and culminated in Mark reaching out to roughly grab at Andy's arm, pulling it from the waistband he placed the hand firmly on the bulging fly of his own trousers. "Here, feel it! D'you see, I really mean it, we can can't we? We will?" "Cor, fucking hell, how bigs that then?" gasped Andy. "Big enough. See, I'm serious, you feel it. I wanna do it with you, but not now," Mark gabbled nervously on, "not today of all days... I can't, I gotta get back. But you, we, we will won't we Andy ?" "That's nice." replied Andy as his fingers gently prodded their way up the zip. "I gotta go.. but you will, won't you?" Mark sounded desperate. "Meet up, please?" He was desperate, it would be his first real sexual encounter. Whether it was with boy or even a girl he didn't care, he just had to do something with somebody other than himself or Alfie. "Course we will, catch me when I'm out by the car and we'll fix something up." "Wot? So, we could go in the car somewhere?" asked Mark excitedly. "Maybe. Now you'd better piss off or the lesson will be over, wot room d'you want?" "Mr Barnes, English teacher." "That's easy, back up here," Andy pointed, "take the second corridor on the left, up the stairs and it's on the right." Mark shot off at high speed hoping neither his erection nor the growing wet spot that was gradually seeping through his briefs would be noticed. "You alright?" asked Peter turning to look at Andy, who having returned to the prep-lab simply went to the bench and sat down. Plainly he wasn't alright. "No." he stared at the floor. "What's happened now? Is it to do with whatever you saw the doctor about?" "No. I'm just a stupid cunt!" The emotional pendulum had swung completely to the other side, Andy was now deeply regretting his meeting with Mark and trying to push him into mutual sex . Peter looked surprised. "I've never heard you say that word before, what is it?" "Pete, please don't go fucking mad but, but.." he dried up. "Come on, what the hells happened?" Peter sat down, the morning obviously now a complete write off between meeting Tim and now Andy's ongoing problems. "I just tried to talk a boy into having a wank in the bog!" spluttered Andy before dissolved into tears. "I don't know wot I'm doing, I'm so bloody fucked up!" "Fucking hell! You did what!" exclaimed Peter well aware that the combination of sexual innuendo and a pupil equated to a cardinal sin ensuring instant dismissal. "It's alright, I know him.. he's a neighbour and just joined the school." mumbled Andy through the tears. "He won't say nothing. I knows he won't." "You fucking idiot! Suppose he does say something, you'll be out of a bloody job not to mention all the shit that would fly about! Fucking hell Andy, use your head!" "Honest Pete he won't, `cause we've already talked about wanking at home." "Sounds like you've got away with it then." Peter sighed. "Bloody hell Andy. Now promise me you'll never ever do anything like that again in this school." "Promise." "I hope he doesn't say anything or you're stuffed. Somehow we've got to get yourself sorted out, it can't go on like this. In the last couple of weeks it seems like you've propositioned everybody you've met." "Does don't it?" mumbled Andy. "Yes." Peter was rather unsure what to say, shock tactics might work best. "Look at me, Andy look at me and bloody well listen." "Wot?" "You have to stop behaving like this right now or it won't be long before you've got yourself a reputation as a right little tart and believe me, soon enough others will get to know and want to fuck the ass off you... while you still have your looks!" "Wot!" he looked appalled. Peter's words had made the desired impact, especially the part about his looks. "My looks! You don't mean that?" "I bloody well do. I've seen it all before, there was some kid who got a real taste for cocks and ended up with all the dirty old bastards having him in public toilets." "Oh fuck!" Andy went pale, genuinely shocked. "Honest?" "Yes. Honest. I know you've only just admitted you think you're queer, but you have to take one step at a time." There was no reply. "Andy," Peter continued, "look it's obvious you're highly sexed, but you've got your brother and Adam to play with for that, so can't you just leave it at that until at least you've sorted yourself out a bit?" "Fuck." he rubbed his eyes. "I didn't know it would be like this." "Well it is, it's all part of the whole bloody mess of being queer. Tim will tell you exactly the same I'm sure. Now, you'd said you had told your dad so why don't you talk to him, you don't have go into sex stuff, just in general and say how hard you're finding it all to cope." "Hhmm.. maybe." he nodded, Peter was of course quite right. "And then, why don't you tell your brother so at least he would understand if you having a bad day?" "I could do I `spose." he bit his lip. "After all he does now about me childhood stuff." "Right, so do we have plan?" "Yeah, I `spose so." "And it is?" "I'm gonna tell Mart and have a chat with dad and.." he didn't like admitting it but knew it was the right approach, "and, and only mess about with Mart and Adam." "And, the boy who you just nearly lost you job over, what about him?" "I Dunno. I'll need to think of something for when I bump into him next won't I?" "Yes, you will. That's your homework and make it plausible." Peter smiled. "Right, good. Now can we finally start to do some work as there's all sorts of stuff to be prepared for this afternoon." ====================== Chap 20 to follow