Date: Wed, 17 Jun 2015 09:59:38 +0100 From: tom Subject: Lab Technician Chap 20 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 20 – Only some feather-brained idea "Where the hell the d'you get these from?" "That would be telling, wot d'you think 'em of then?" "Fucking hell, they're brilliant, but how, I mean, where d'you get 'em?" "There's one more, it's the best one I think." "Shit! Looks like their clothes are all wet where they've pissed over each other! You got any more?" "Nah, that's all I could get before I was seen and they chased me!" Adam grinned. "Wot d'you mean, they chased after you?" Martin looked quizzically at Adam. "Wot? You don't mean you took these pictures?" "Oh yeah." said Adam proudly. "I learnt all about photography and how to develop films and that stuff at me last school, there was one teacher who very keen on it." "So, so..." Martin's mind was in overdrive, "so, you could take photos of somebody doing something and print 'em without `em really knowing?" "Yeah, if I wasn't seen taking the pics." replied Adam smiling. "I used to get paid by one of the prefects to take pics of him wanking and pushing a candle up his bum, then he'd sell 'em for a quid each to a dirty old fucker he'd met in a the public bog!" "Wot! Oh fuck!" Martin's mouth dropped open in shock, was there no end to Adam's sexual experience or even his talent. "A prefect. Fuck!" "Nah, I don't think he got to fuck him, just flogged him the photos!" Adam laughed. "So.. so.. where was these taken then?" asked Martin rubbing himself through his trouser pocket whilst staring at an enlargement of two shiny wet cocks and what appeared to be some distinctly soggy underpants. "Is it your camera then?" "In the Park. And yeah, course it's my camera, I'm dead keen on photography, I saved up and I even gotta telephoto lens now." "Bloody hell. Which park then, not one of the ones round here?" asked Martin unable to believe what he was hearing. "Yeah course, the big one on the other side of town, y'know the one with the gert big kids play area and duck pond and all that stuff." "Shit at brick!" Martin was plainly having some trouble in comprehending the lengths to which Adam would go in the quest of sexual gratification. He fired off more even questions. "Where exactly in the park? Why d'you go there? When was it?" "Well it's got a gert cottage ain't it?" Martin looked puzzled. "A gert cottage? Where? Wot d'you mean?" "Mart, I've told you before that a cottage is a public bog innit? It's where blokes go to find somebody to have a wank with!" "Fuck! You was in there?" asked Martin in amazement. "Wot, wot with them dirty old blokes?" "No! I don't want some grubby old sod groping me do I? So waited outside and then followed this couple of young blokes up the path into the bushy bit, there was lots of bamboo and all that sorta stuff to hide in." Martin was dumbfounded, it was indeed becoming a steep learning curve. "So, I watched these two blokes and followed 'em up the path. I saw 'em do it all, everything from pissing over each other to fucking each other!" "Oh shit!" muttered Martin, his cock bursting in his trousers. "You lucky sod!" "You'd have loved it, I had to have a gert wank while I was watching 'em didn't I!" Adam grinned. "Only thing is, I never really got to see their faces, one of 'em had glasses I think, but that was all I could see. Well you can tell that from the photos `cause there was always some bit of bloody tree or bush hanging in the way." "Could... could, could we go together and hide in the bushes?" asked Martin excitedly. "D'you think we'd find anybody to watch?" "Yeah, why not? But I can't guarantee anybody's gonna be there doing it can I?" "No, no I `spose not." Martin though for a few moments. "I don't `spose you'd wanna go in that cottage, bog place with me would you then?" "No I bloody wouldn't!" Adam shook his head very firmly. "No. I did it once, I got really scared when some bloke with a fucking gert cock pushed me in a cubicle. He wanted to fuck me, but I was able to escape when his trousers fell down. I ain't never doing that again, I'm sticking with them that I wants to do it with." "Oh bloody hell, I ain't never thought of things like that." Martin pulled a face. "It's different here in school bogs innit, I mean like cock watching the other boys when the only real danger is being caught by a teacher." "Exactly." "But, if we was really careful d'you think we could we both go to that park?" "Could do, but I think it'll be too tricky to hide two of us and keep dead quiet. You gotta remember these blokes is keeping a really good lookout for people catching 'em as well. We need to think about this." "I `spose yer right, especially if we both got over excited!" Martin laughed. "Right," said Adam, "I reckon the thrill is doing something you shouldn't, somewhere where you shouldn't with the possibility of being caught at it. That's right innit?" "Like when I was a second year and used to wank in me pants watching kids TV after school while mum was in the kitchen!" Martin blushed at his revelation. "Ain't never told anyone that before!" "I'm not bloody surprised!" Adam laughed. "That's it see, you got it. Part of the thrill is the risk of being caught, but no physical danger like." "Uumm..." it was Martin's turn to think, "yeah right. So say the something you shouldn't be doing is wanking and the somewhere is, maybe outdoors the park?" "That's it." Adam nodded. "So, why take the risk of being caught and thumped by some angry blokes in the bushes, when we could be doing something for the thrill of it by ourselves?" "And," continued Martin excitedly thinking out loud, "if we could get Andy to drive us somewhere, then the three of us we could take photos of us all doing it to each other, couldn't we?" "Yeah, I think I see wot mean," said Adam still digesting the suggestion, "d'you think he would though?" "I think he might and I know he likes you." replied Martin unaware of Andy's infatuation with Adam. "Thing is, he's been a bit odd lately and I don't really know why." "Oh, has he." Adam didn't want to admit it, but had a fair inkling as to the reason. Andy had arrived home after work in a rather subdued frame of mind. Further talks during the afternoon break with both Peter and Tim had really driven the point home that he should under no circumstances ever again approach another boy in the school. Instead he should try and garner further support from his father and actually tell Martin that he was homosexual. "That you Andy?" called out Martin from the kitchen. "You early?" "Yeah. Bit early, `cause Pete let me go when the lessons finished." he closed the front door quietly behind him. "Oh I see." continued Martin from the kitchen. "Want a drink or something while I'm in here?" "No." "Wot's up, you don't sound very lively?" "Where's mum, she still working?" "Yeah, you oughta know that. It's Monday, she's usually back about five isn't she?" "Forgot." Andy looked at his watch, he had nearly twenty five minutes. "Right," Martin appeared clutching a bottle of Coke and a glass, "want some?" "Nah." "Wot's up, you sound as though yer right pissed off?" "I gotta talk to you." "Wot? Why?" "Mart, please don't make this any fucking harder than it is already, come and sit down." "Make wot any fucking harder?" "Don't bugger about, just sit down and shut up." "Calm down, so wot's up?" asked Martin sitting at the dining room table. "You ain't lost yer job or anything have you?" "Not yet." replied Andy sitting opposite. "Wot!" Martin put the bottle and glass on the table. "Bloody hell!" "Oh fuck it!" said Andy suddenly. "I don't know how to say it, so I'll just say it..." "Say wot?" interrupted Martin pouring some Coke into the glass. "That I'm a fucking queer!" "You wot?" Martin's eyes were now wide open. "You daft sod, wot are you on about? Who's fucking queer?" "Me. I'm fucking queer!" said Andy loudly. "I'm a homo-fucking-sexual! I'm a queer!" "Oh, wot? Bollocks, no you ain't! Don't be bloody stupid." Martin put the glass of Coke slowly down as the words sunk in. "You're bloody joking. Well if you are then, well... then I must be a bit queer as well! Anyway how d'you know yer queer?" "I just fucking know I fucking am! Mart, I ain't joking, I've even told dad." "Oh fuck!" Martin couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You ain't joking then?" "No I'm not fucking joking. Mart, it's for real. I'm queer!" "Well.. I don't mind, honest. Just a fucking bit of shock I `spose." said Martin rather lamely and unsure what exactly he was supposed to say. "Wot uumm.. I, oh shit... uumm.. well so, wot did, wot, wot did dad say then?" "He said I was old enough to know how I felt and it didn't make no difference `cause he still loved me..." his voice trailed off, he rubbed his eyes, "and, it was a bit of a shock." "You're right there, it's a fucking great big shock! Wot's mum said about it?" "Haven't told her, I don't know how." Andy blinked, "You know wot she's like, all prim and proper and that... oh shit, I really ain't got a clue wot to say to her." "Why don't you have a chat with dad and see wot he thinks?" "I was going to, but, I had just to tell you... you, you don't mind then... do you?" "No. Why should I? I ain't got nothing against queers, I mean there's Adam and he's alright isn't he?" said Martin. "And, you ain't changed so why should I, anyway it's your life like dad says." "Oh," Andy was surprised at how easily Martin had accepted the news, "you don't mind then? Honest?" "No, I just fucking told you that!" Martin smiled. "I don't fucking mind you being queer! I'll spelt it out, I got a queer brother and I still love him. You happy now?" "Oh fuck!" Andy faced away blinking furiously. "Fuck!" "Sorry, but it's true." Martin's voice almost cracked, the news had really sunk in. "Right." Andy sniffed and rubbed his eyes. "Please, don't say nothing to anybody at all, promise? Until I can sort meself out it's gotta be a secret, but I'll tell dad that you know." "When did you know?" asked Martin after a few seconds. "How did you know?" "When I was eleven or twelve or something I `spose, well that's when I really knew." "That long ago." Martin looked surprised and thought for a few moments. "But How? D'you think it was something to do with being caught by them older boys you told me about?" "Dunno, probably, it's all sorta bloody muddled up innit? D'you know even when some of the boys at school were wondering wot a girls bits were like and.. and they used to go on about it, but I wasn't the slightest bit interested `cause I knew was much more interested in seeing their bits when we changed for gym." "Oh, I see." Martin flushed. "But I do that now!" "Don't mean yer queer though, I think most boys do it." "But, I ain't shown much interest in girls either," Martin paused to think, "I dunno though, I'd like to see what they got I `spose and I don't think I'm afraid of `em." "But I was and still am, I'm frightened of 'em and I ain't interested at all." he sighed, it was a very honest admission. "Oh, so you wouldn't even be interested in seeing their bits?" asked Martin. "No. Later on like when I sixteen, I used to get dragged out to town by Dave and Barry from school, we were `sposed to go looking for girls." he looked at the table for a few moments obviously embarrassed at what he was admitting too. "I'd have run a mile if they'd fixed me up with one, so I always found an excuse to escape before they did. Don't think they ever guessed." "I see." Martin was feeling very sorry for him, plainly girls had never ever entered the equation at all. "But Andy, so wot's made you admit it all now?" "I've been thinking about it for years and have realised that where most blokes eye up girls, I just eye up the boys and never look at the girls." "Now, there was one other thing.." said Martin although not quite sure if he should ask it, "oh fuck it Andy, I gotta ask you this." "Wot? Ask wot?" Andy looked at him. "I don't care wot you ask." "Well, am I right in that Adam's had something to do with all this, wot do they call it.. coming out?" "Yes." replied Andy quietly. "It was on the beach wasn't it? I could tell you wasn't yerself that day at all." "Yeah. It all sorta got me, I didn't know wot I was fucking doing or wot I wanted. I was all fucked up." "I knew it!" Andy breathed a sigh of relief. Unable to admit he had fallen for his brothers best friend the moment they were introduced and within minutes had even indulged in mutual masturbation. "That's when it all sorta really hit me." "Remember that Adam said we could both fuck him," said Martin excitedly, "I've done it, so you gonna do it as well?" Not daring to confess Adam had already taken his anal virginity Andy nodded. "Yeah I'd like too, but `cause he's your mate I wanted to know that you don't mind." "No, course I don't. It's not as though we're engaged or anything is it! Besides I reckon he's had more cocks up him than we've had wanks!" Martin laughed. "Possibly." "Hey, could I watch?" "Dunno, I need to think about that, I `spose so. I really dunno." Andy finally smiled, somehow that suggestion seemed to add even more spice to the prospect. "First though, I really gotta find some way of telling mum about all this haven't I?" "Yeah, that's tricky, I really don't know how you gonna tell her at all." "How are you going to tell her what?" Surprised at the voice, the brothers swung round to see their mother standing in the open dining room doorway smiling. "I only caught the very last bit of your conversation, so what's going on now between you and what is there to tell me?" Mark had returned home on the bus with Alfie after a very frustrating first day at the school. Frustrating, since after his chance meeting with Andy he had been unable to get his erection to subside and consequently had to try to conceal it from all his new classmates through the day. All that was, with the exception of the bespectacled Geoff who having sat beside him in the French class had talked about everything except sex, whilst blatantly playing with himself through his pocket. It had left Mark in no doubt what occupied Geoff's and that the next move was up to him. Other than getting lost, for his part Alfie had had a good first day and found himself two new friends, both he rapidly discovered having few inhibitions and more than a passing interest in matters sexual. There was Terry who seemed fixated by bottoms and to prove the point had insisted on slowly rubbing a hand over the seat of Alfie's shorts as he stood back to the wall in the playground. Then there was the smaller Kenneth, who hated the name Kenneth and instead answered to the nickname of Spunky and was never without a hand deep in his shorts pocket. All in all, the randy young trio had few inhibitions and were more than ideally matched. "So why's he called Spunky then?" asked Mark, as though he couldn't guess. "Have you asked him yet?" "Nah, not yet." Alfie grinned as they walked up the road. "But he can't keep his hand out his pocket, so I reckon he wanks a lot?" "With a name like that it's a fair bet innit," said Mark, "you and him should get on a treat then! Wot about that Terry then, he sounds like a right little wanker as well?" "He keeps rubbing me bum! Says he want's to put a hand up me shorts." "Would you like that?" "Dunno." Alfie blushed, the obvious answer was affirmative. "Sounds like he's definitely one as well then!" Mark laughed. "By the end of the week you three dirty little sods will be three little wankers doing it together!" "D'you think so?" asked Alfie hopefully, he blushed.. "Yeah, `cause you ain't never been shy about getting yer willy out!" "Uumm.." Alfie proudly grinned and changed the subject. "That's Andy's car innit?" "Looks like it." said Mark as they approached, he looked at it and thought of the morning events. "He gets back early don't he?" said Alfie peering over the wall to see if Martin's bike was there. "Must be having a car and not having to go on the bleeding bus." Mark looked at it wondering if he would really get to be in it alone with Andy. "Yeah. Anything's better than the bus." "Oh, I forgot to tell you." said Mark, his memory jolted with the mention of Andy. "Forgot wot?" "I found out that Martin don't go to our school, he goes to the other grammar school." "Oh. That's why we didn't seem him then. That's a pity, I like him." "But, Andy goes to our school." "Wot' d'you mean, Andy goes to our school, he's too old isn't he?" said Alfie . "Don't look as though Martin's back yet does it?" "No, he ain't. Now shut up and listen, Andy don't just go to our school, he bloody works there, he's a lab technician." "He's a wot?" Alfie looked puzzled. "He works in the science block as a laboratory technician, he prepares all the equipment and that for the classes in physics and chemistry labs, wears a white coat and everything." "Oh, right I see wot you mean." said Alfie. "So he could make bombs and that with all them chemicals things?" "Probably... why?" "He could blow the school up then, couldn't he? Then we wouldn't have to go!" "He could blow you up, you fucking twatt!" Mark laughed. "Oh piss off, it was a great idea!" replied Alfie. "Hey, guess wot. D'you know wot?" "No, I don't know wot, but I `spect you're gonna tell me !" Mark was sounding rather bored by now, since what he really wanted was a mere ten minutes alone in the bedroom with his precum streaked briefs around his knees. Plainly that wasn't going to happen, it looked like bathroom basin was yet again to be splattered in spunk. "Well, don't you see," said Alfie excitedly, "if he's at the same school as we are, then he can give us a lift in his car and save us going on that crapy bus in the mornings." "Oh!" Mark turned to look back at the car. "Fucking brilliant! I ain't thought of that." "Shall us go and bang on their door and ask then?" "No, no," said Mart after a moments thought, "let's not push it, we'll wait till we see one of 'em in the road and then ask." "Yeah, Andy's bound to be doing something to his car soon I `spect." "Well mum, I got some homework to do." said Martin getting up from the table. "Oh." Andy sounded disappointed that he was being abandoned and left to face his mother alone. "Now, first of all how did you get on at the doctors this morning?" she said putting her handbag down on the table. "Is your limp any better?" "Oh.. uumm.." It was a very tricky question. The only honest answer being that he had had an involuntary ejaculation over the examination couch and been given some ointment to poke up his bottom three times a day. That was however, not the exactly answer he dare give and he racked his brain for something more maternally acceptable. "You tell me when I get back, I'm just going to start peeling the potatoes and put the kettle on." Andy stared at the table and listened to the noises coming from the kitchen. "Right, so what did he say then?" she asked on returning a five minutes later and sitting down. "It was a locum, `cause Dr Crippen is on holiday," Andy had already started to flush, he was absolutely useless at telling lies, "he uumm.. said uumm, I'd strained something and uumm.. he's given me some cream stuff to rub up, rub on it.." "Up it?" she looked at him. "Sorry! I meant, on it!" he looked even more embarrassed. "Oh, I see." she said, quickly realising Andy was not going to be forthcoming and volunteer any further information whatsoever regarding his mystery injury. "Wot's for tea?" asked Andy in the hope of changing the subject. "I had to work all day today, so I'm afraid it's only going to be sausage and mash." "That's alright." he replied shuffling on his chair as though he were about to get up. "Anyway, so while I've got you here without any interruptions what was it you were talking to Martin that you were going to tell me then?" He took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a second. "Andy, whatever is it?" she asked immediately picking up on his reaction to the question. "Is it something at work... or you've had an accident in that car of yours?" "No. Nothing like that." he shook his head. "I, I don't know how to say this but..." "You haven't got some girl pregnant have you?" she interrupted looking at him. "No. No. Listen," he took another deep breath and haltingly completed the sentence. "Listen mum, just listen, please.. this is hard enough to say as it is... the truth, the truth is I'm, I'm... homosexual!" "What!" her mouth dropped open in shock. "Mum, I've known it for years and I've got to face it, I'm... I'm homosexual." Almost a full minute passed as they sat in silence both looking at the table. "No you're not. You don't know what you're saying." her voice sounded nowhere as confident as it did only minutes previously. "Andrew this is silly, you can't be." "I am." he replied unable to look her in the face. "It's true. Honest. Mum, I like boys not girls." "No, I can't believe it. Don't be silly. No, this is just some stupid idea you've picked somewhere." she drew breath. "Mum it's true." "Besides, where on earth would you learn about such things?" The answer to that question lay in a combination of his unpalatable childhood experience and the boys only grammar school he had attended, particularly for the higher education that the changing rooms could offer to the sexually active and observant. Then therewas Adam, the catalyst who had brought all his repressed emotions to the surface. "Mum, I've told dad and I'd only just told Martin when you'd just come back now." "When did you tell dad? He hasn't said anything to me." having convinced herself it couldn't possibly be, it was not to be. "There you see, he doesn't believe you either or he'd have said something wouldn't he?" "Mum, please.." he dried up, emotionally exhausted. After the traumatic days events he couldn't summon the will power to continue the conversation and the last thing he wanted was to start a row. "Now I can't imagine what has put such silly thoughts in your head, but I suggest you forget all about such things. A homosexual indeed, how would you know anything about that? What a disgusting idea! Of course you're not, whatever next!" He looked at her in disbelief wondering what he could say that would convince her. "Now, I must get on with the tea." Disbelief was now incredulity, he looked blank unable to continue the conversation. "Andrew, you just take my word for it, this is only some silly phase you're going through," she got up from the table and smiled, "so don't you worry, you'll soon find a nice girl and then think all this was rubbish." "I don't like bloody girls!" he said under his breath. "Now, I'm going to get on with making tea. We'll have a quiet chat with dad later when he comes home, you'll soon realise that this is only some feather-brained idea you've picked up somewhere." ########################################### Chap 21 to follow (lucky chap!)