Date: Wed, 28 Oct 2015 09:24:33 +0000 From: tom Subject: Lab Technician Chapter 29 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 29 – The eternal question "And, what can I do you for young man?" "Well, I, I didn't really want to buy anything.." "Oh, I see! So, well what can I do you for?" Mr Maxwell looked quizzically at Martin. "But, I, I was wondering if you might have a paper-round going or something, `cause I needs to earn some money." "Ah, right. Well I'm afraid not, there's nothing at the moment, but the rounds do come up." Mr Maxwell smiled from behind the counter. Aged somewhere around forty, about Andy's size and weight he easily appeared ten years younger due to a full head of blond hair, to Martin he wasn't the usual overweight, gruff newsagent. "Oh.. oh.. well that's it then I `spose." Martin sounded a little disappointed not only for the lack of paper round, but for the fact Mr Maxwell seemed very amiable quite unlike the previous grumpy newsagent he had worked for six months before. Like Martin, Mr Maxwell had an eye for detail, particularly where it concerned paperboys. If he wasn't mistaken the front of Martin's jeans bore all the evidence that could only result from a certain activity, although Martin thought the stains didn't show, he was wrong. Pushing himself into the edge of the counter and fiddled with a pen Mr Maxwell quickly assessed the situation and Martin's jeans. "Just hang on a minute though, what's you name?" he smiled again. "Uumm.. Martin... Martin Lewis." "Tell you what then Martin, if you'd like to leave your address or phone number I'll let you know if something comes up in the near future." "Oh, would you really." replied Martin in his best looking for employment voice. "Of course, always handy to know somebody who might be interested," the smile broadened as a pen and paper were pushed across the counter, "here, you'd better write it down as I'll never read my own writing!" Martin eagerly wrote down his telephone number and looked up. "Right, well thank you, Mr... uumm?" "Call me Bob, everybody else does." now aroused Mr Maxwell looked on, wondering how to prolong the conversation and whether to try to take a few soundings to see if Martin might be susceptible to his advances. "Here you are then," Martin pushed the paper back across the counter, "d'you really think there might be something coming up?" "I'm sure something will come up!" Mr Maxwell continued to smile. "When, of course that's the problem. Although now come to I think of it, I recall one of my boys was talking of giving up his round not so long ago, maybe he still is? I'll try and find out." "That would be fantastic." said Martin excitedly, unaware it was an outright lie. Now relaxed to the point where he thought he was onto something, without really thinking he slipped a hand in his pocket to continue the endless task of freeing more of his pubic hairs that had been so pleasurably stuck together earlier that afternoon. Mr Maxwell pressed his rather full fly into the edge of the counter. "So tell me Martin, why d'you need the money so desperately then?" Oh. Oh I'm, I'm saving up for something for, for me, for me bike." it sounded feeble. "Oh, I see." Mr Maxwell grinned. "It's not you've had your pocket money stopped for doing anything you shouldn't or anything like that then?" "Oh no. No. Nothing like that." Martin lied badly and they both knew it. "Of course not." Now Martin flushed, the stigma of what he done weighed heavily on his conscience. He looked away and glanced around the shop, the proverbial top shelf appeared to display an absolute cornucopia of adult magazines, his hand was still in his pocket. Thoughts of what Mark had told him about girls were flashing rapidly through his mind, if only he could get a job here with the friendly Mr Maxwell it would be the very place to research such matters. Unfortunately though, he remained focused on the magazines for just a few seconds too long, a welcome development instantly noted by Mr Maxwell. "That's alright then. You'd be surprised how many boys come in here looking a job because they've done something which has got them their pocket money stopped!" "Oh really." Martin flushed a deeper hue well aware he couldn't quite stop his eyes from returning to the magazines. Mr Maxwell noticed most things, especially where paperboys and their unsubtle genital manipulation were concerned. It was time to make a very, very gentle advance, as after all he might not see Martin again and really had nothing to loose. "I see you're eyeing up the naughty books. I've got the best selection around here," he paused watching Martin's reaction, "including some specially imported ones." Martin gulped and tried to look away from the top shelf but failed. "Oh... wot?" "Oh yes, we can cater for all tastes, by special order," he smiled, forcing his erection into the counter, "you'd be really surprised at what's in them and who buys them!" "Oh, oh!" he stuttered Martin blushing deeply, now unsure what to say and really not knowing exactly what the phrase, all tastes covered. "Wot's special tastes?" This was indeed news and caused Martin to refocus on the latest front cover of Fiesta which featured a young lady of dubious virtue who possessed an enormous brace of pneumatic mammaries the like of which he had never imagined existed. "I can see you looking at Big Julie, she'd finish you off! In fact I think she'd finish anybody off!" he smiled. "And, you can just buy her over the counter!" Martin turned, now bright red unable to think of a suitable reply, girls still a mystery. "I expect you've been out with all the girls and you're old enough to know exactly what I mean, " Mr Maxwell winked, "and of course, you'll know that reading too many magazines like that could really ruin your eyesight!" "Oh yes... ha ha.. yes." Martin now very red, withdrew his hand without realising that thoughts of Big Julie had been far more arousing than he had bargained for as the recurrent wet spot on his briefs testified. "Well I'll certainly let you know if anything crops up." Mr Maxwell smiled as he again rubbed himself against the edge of the counter. He hadn't finished with Martin yet as it was obvious the boy appeared more than interested in what the magazines contained and was most certainly very, very sexually active. "Thank you uumm.. well.. I, I, I'd better go. Thanks." muttered Martin walking towards the door, his vision impaired by the impossible size of Julie's appendages . "Martin, just hold on I've had another thought!" called out Mr Maxwell just as he was about to close the door behind him. It was the start of an operation that had been timed and planned to perfection. "Yes?" Martin put his head around the door his face still flushed, his silhouette virtually screaming out there was something very bulbous in his jeans. "Come back, I've had an idea." said Mr Maxwell excitedly. "You know, even though there is no immediate paper round I can offer you, there is some work sorting out the stockroom. It's got in a dreadful mess, you could do it over a couple of Saturday mornings or something and if you do a really good job of tiding it up, I'll give you five pounds." "Wow! Five pounds! Really, that's an awful lot." Martin's face lit up, an incredible amount of money. "But, but wot needs doing?" "Well you'd better have a look, come round here behind the counter." They stood in the storeroom doorway looking in. The room despite having shelves all around was indeed in a total mess, papers, magazines, boxes of confectionery and cigarettes were piled every where. "It wasn't a mess at all, until I had an electrician in to replace some of the wiring the other week and he just shoved everything into the middle of the room." "Cor, there's a lot of stuff." said Martin. "Are those boxes very heavy?" "No, those are only the sweets and cigarettes. It's the piles of magazines that weigh a bit." Mr Maxwell pointed to the far corner where several large bound piles of magazines were on the floor. "Can I try and lift one?" asked Martin. "I'm not much good at lifting heavy things." "Of course you can, go and try. I wouldn't want you doing anything you weren't happy with." replied Mr Maxwell. "You see every month I get a new delivery and what hasn't been sold from the previous month needs to get bundled up ready to go back to the wholesaler." "Oh, I see, I didn't know how it worked with magazines and things." said Martin not really understanding at all. He walked across to the magazines. "So these are all new ones then?" "Yes, you could well be lifting up a pile of Big Julie's or anything similar!" The sound of Big Julie had Martin immediately looking flushed again. Through the wrapping he could see he was about to lift a foot high pile of Knave, with what looked liked Big Julie's even bigger sister on the cover! Only then did it occur to him that maybe there might be some loose copies he could look at if he were left alone to tidy up. Fortuitously the shop door bell rang, fortuitously that was for Mr Maxwell since it ensured Martin was to be alone with the pornography. "Back in minute, you have a good look about and see if you think you could do it for me." Mr Maxwell disappeared to serve his customer. Martin need no second invitation and immediately looked around the shelves where several copies of the previous months issue of Fiesta were piled ready to be returned. Thumbing through one at high speed he soon saw in glorious technicolour the bits that Mark had tried so desperately to describe to him. Naturally such action induced a reaction, in this case a very firm reaction, some furtive looks behind satisfied him that it was safe to continue and he hadn't been seen. In fact it wasn't so much a case of being simply seen, more of being very carefully observed as unbeknown to Martin he wasn't the first boy to tidy the stock room! The enterprising Mr Maxwell had used the same ploy on two other unsuspecting teenagers desperate to earn some money, so by the time Martin was duped the perfect voyeuristic modus operandi was already well established. Once the customer had left the shop Mr Maxwell quietly made his way to a very convenient crack by the stockroom doorway. Silently peering in he watched to see what Martin was doing and of course check if he had actually resisted the temptation to look at the adult magazines. Naturally once Martin was employed to tidy up and thinking he was left alone in the stock room, he would undoubtedly find the selected bait left by Mr Maxwell in the form of specially imported homosexual magazines from the USA and Germany. Mr Maxwell's view was that a show which starred Martin could only get better and five pounds was a very cheap price to pay for two weeks worth of prime voyeuristic entertainment. Possibly, being more than somewhat taken with Martin's sexual naivety should he put his daydream into operation and rig up some form of camera? "Right, how d'you get on then, can you lift them?" asked Mr Maxwell making a noisy entrance on pretending to casually return. "You'd better try and put a bundle up on one of the higher shelves as that's where they normally live." "Oh, I was just going to try," replied Martin hurriedly dropping Big Julie's sister on a shelf and again looking very red in the face. "Right.. I'll try it now." The inevitable happened. As soon as Martin bent down to lift the magazines his shirt pulled from his jeans to reveal a band of white, Mr Maxwell nonchalantly moved to stand behind and inspect Martin's briefs. "That's not too heavy is it?" "No. no that's fine." said Martin picking it up without turning around. "Right, well up you go with it, on the top shelve then." For a few seconds Martin stood there with his arms stretched above his head pushing the pile of magazines onto the high shelf. As Mr Maxwell had hoped, his shirt had pulled out and since his jeans had naturally dropped the top three inches of his briefs were on display all the way round, as was the very obvious bulge at the front caused by Big Julie's big sister. "Looks like you got the job to me." Mr Maxwell smiled. "Next Saturday morning it is then?" "Please and it's, it's really five pounds." replied Martin now feeling embarrassed and desperately trying to tuck his shirt back in his jeans to cover the white of his briefs. "Five pounds, yes. And, I expect you've already guessed that the job has a bonus?" "No, no. Wot's that?" asked Martin innocently. "Sorry I, I didn't know.. wot's that?" "Well for an active boy like you, you," Mr Maxwell paused and looked at him knowingly, "you might appreciate being left alone to check on the back issues that have to be sorted before they're ready to be returned." "Oh wot!" his eyes opened wide, he gulped then immediately went red again. "I, I could wot? You mean.." "Why not, Saturday's are usually quite busy so I'll be outside in shop, leaving you to, to, well you know," he winked at Martin and made a circle with his thumb and forefinger, "and of course you've got to earn that five pounds as well!" "The bonus.." stuttered Martin, he most certainly did know what was meant by it. Despite being puce with embarrassment he nevertheless nodded affirmatively, unable to believe what a nice man Mr Maxwell was, appearing so understanding of the all consuming teenage libido and quest for sexual knowledge. "Yes, that bonus." Mr Maxwell smiled, he took an educated guess and rammed the point home. "Y'know Martin, even if you'd never been out with a girl by the time you'd read this lot you'd have had just as much fun!" Martin remained puce, both knowing deep down he was innocent of the female sex. Martin fairly flew home on his bike, his mind in whirl. Torn between convincing himself that the nice Mr Maxwell didn't have an ulterior sexual motive and even condoned his own licentious thoughts of masturbation when left alone in a room full of adult pornography. "Ah, you're back." said Hugh opening the front door just as Martin arrived in the front garden. "I was just running you mother down to the shops." "Did you get a job at that newsagents then?" asked Joyce appearing through the doorway. "Yeah," replied Martin excitedly, "it's not a paper round and it's only for a couple of Saturdays, but it pays five quid!" "Five pounds, my god! That's a lot." exclaimed Hugh. "What have you got to do for that?" "I gotta tidy the stockroom, it's a right mess, I'm starting next Saturday about ten o'clock, it'll take a couple of weeks I think." "Oh, well as long as you are happy doing it." said Joyce. "Now listen Martin, it's a newsagents? I hope they don't keep any of those disgusting adult books do they? I don't want you near any of that!" "I'm, I'm not sure.. probably not." Martin hoped God would forgive a little white lie and that he didn't look too guilty, which of course he patently did. Slightly amazed at Joyce's naivety Hugh shook his head and looked away, well aware that almost all newsagents stocked a selection. However, now satisfied that her baby's pure young mind was not going to be subverted by such titivatory pornographic material Joyce pushed Hugh out the door. "That's fine then. Now come on then Hugh, let's catch the shops before they close." Martin breathed a sigh of relief and immediately rushed inside to relay the news to Andy who was more than intrigued to learn of the massive sales of adult magazines. "So are they all girly ones then or are there some queer ones as well, wouldn't it be great to see what other blokes cocks are like?" "I've only seen the girly ones so far." replied Martin. "But, from the way Bob was talking it sounded as though he got all sorts and some of 'em were wot he said were special imports for customers." "Wonder if that means real hard porn or whatever it's called then?" Andy scratched the bumfluff on his chin. "We gotta wait till next Saturday before you knows then?" "Yeah, a whole week." Martin nodded. "Anyway, did you hear if anything else had happened with Mark, `cause Alfie couldn't get anything out of his mum could he?" "Nothing. But, I know that his mum took Alfie off somewhere, so if we can think of a good excuse, you ought to bang on the door and see wot Mark says." "Why don't you bloody do it?" "You're more his age ain't you?" Andy grinned. "Come on, now let's think of an excuse." "Fuck off, it's always me innit!" "Yeah, shut up! Now wot about... I know, you could go and borrow a tyre pump `cause the one on your bikes tyres is flat. Wot about that?" "Oh, I dunno. Does that sound right?" Martin didn't appear over enthusiastic, but was rather intrigued as what had happened. "Yeah, be fine, you just pretend you don't know nothing about the row he had with his mother. All we knows was he went for a walk with his father didn't he?" "Andy, I don't know." "Look, maybe you can get inside his jeans as well, the zip don't work do it?" "That's a point." Martin immediately visualised Mark dressed in spunky white briefs. "So bloody get on with it, go on!" Andy started to edge him towards the front door. "Look, our mum and dads out. Alfie ain't there, so just fucking get on with it!" All of a minute later Martin found himself ringing the doorbell, it was Mark's father Jim that answered. "Ah, Martin isn't it?" "Yes, is uumm, is, is Mark in?" asked Martin appearing as if he knew nothing. "He should be here somewhere, hang on and I'll give him a shout." Jim moved to the bottom of the stairs and called up for Mark who slowly shambled down not looking entirely overjoyed with life although on seeing Martin he smiled. "Wot d'you want then?" "Me tyre pumps broke and I was wondering if I could borrow yours?" asked Martin. "Well I'll leave you to it." said Jim, adding. "You've got to get those jeans mended, I don't know why you're wearing them, mum will go nuts if she sees you like that!" "Oh dad!" Mark instantly blushed, stuck for a plausible answer and putting his hands in front to cover the white of his briefs from view. "I'm only telling you and after what happened earlier, just don't start her off again!" "Alright dad, please don't go on about it." "Right then." Jim smiled. "Best of luck if you're looking for it in the garage." "Don't see why not." Mark leant against the door frame and watched his father return inside, there was another flash of white from down below. "He's right, it's somewhere in the garage, you'll have to come and look for it, if you wanna it." "Oh, I do wanna it, if that's alright with you." it was the inflection in Martin's voice, he glanced down to see Mark's fly was still just open. "Might be alright." Mark grinned and gave him a sideways look. "Come this way." "Is that an invitation?" Martin giggled. "Into the garage, yes." replied Mark. "As a start!" The zip was definitely broken and the white ribbed cotton was unmistakable, Martin followed Mark closely through the open door and into the gloom. "Gets a bit dark in this bit so mind the boxes, but I think what you wants is over here." said Mark leading the way to the back of the garage. "You'd know wot I wanted wouldn't you?" said Martin stumbling behind. "And, from wot yer dad said it looked as though yer zip was broke." "Wot! Don't miss much do you!" Mark turned and laughed. "You can see that in the dark can you?" "Yeah, it's all the carrots I eat innit! And, I can see yer white pants, so why you wearing them when you was taking the piss out of us who's gotta wear `em the other day?" "Well," Mark stopped and leaned on the wall facing Martin, "you 'see earlier this afternoon I was talked into having a wank in the street by some randy boy I'd only just met and I cum inside me jeans and covered everything in cum." "Strange that, so was I, he must have a right dirty mind," said Martin, "and, course I'm still wearing the same stuff and I stinks of spunk!" "I would have kept wearing mine only me mum was in a right fucking mood and wanting to do some washing," continued Mark, "so I had to come in to change and give her every dirty bit of washing or she'd have killed me. So these old jeans and white pants was all I had left to wear. D'you see now?" "She was just a bit angry then with you?" Martin laughed. "Truth is she went fucking mental! She really fucking did, `cause I've been a bit behind with me washing before and she nags a lot about it." Mark dropped all pretence. "Then she starts banging on about white and fucking coloured washes and reaches inside the machine and grabs hold of them blues pants I'd just cum in!" "Holy fuck!" exclaimed Martin. "We could hear the shouting out by the car. Oh fuck!" "Oh holy fuck indeed! That's when dad stepped in and calmed her down a bit, he sent me out and then as you know came and found me, then we had our talk." "Wot did say?" "That he knows I'm a total wanker and can't stop doing it, but he says I gotta at least stop wanking over me clothes and buy a box of them paper tissues!" "That's just like wot my dad said to me as well," Martin wondered if he should really mention anything, "see I'd cum over the fucking landing carpet by accident and me mum went real mad!" "Some accident! On the landing carpet! We're a right fucking pair of wankers ain't we?" Mark laughed. "Now listen Martin, I want to say something else. Serious like." "Wot's that?" "Well, it's only since meeting you when we moved here that I've been able to really talk about sex or even wank with anybody. See Alfie's different he'll get his willy for anybody, but I ain't like that even though I've wanted to be `cause I've been too shy and all that. Meeting you was bloody brilliant, you don't make me embarrassed or nothing, d'you see wot I'm trying to say?" "Oh, uumm.. oh yeah I do, I really do." Martin wasn't quite sure what to reply, it sounded all very familiar. He glowed with pride in the dark as it dawned on him that he had been the uninhibited catalyst to Martin's sexual freedom just as Adam's liberated sexual advances been to him. "Honest? You understand?" "Yeah honest. Now, I'm gonna tell you a secret as well. Because it's only in the last few weeks that I've been able to be open about wanking and all that," said Martin, "see there's been a boy at me school who done for me wot I just done to you. I mean to make me loose some of me inhibitions and that stuff." "Oh. But, I'd thought you'd always been like it, taking the lead and all that when we was wanking outside." replied Mark quite surprised by Martin's honesty. "So you've been a secret wanker as well then! Maybe we ought to meet up with your mate from school then!" "You already have!" Martin grinned. "It's Adam innit!" "Oh bloody hell!" exclaimed Mark immediately connecting events. "Is, is that why he looked like he was finishing getting dressed in your front garden the other day?" "Something like that, thing is all this sex stuff this has gone so fast I'm a bit muddled up over it all to be honest." Martin looked down at the floor in the gloom. "Thing is Mart, now I can't stop thinking about sex and then I wonders if I'm going queer." said Mark. "Does sounds like we've been the same really, bloody shy, desperate to do something, but not having guts to suggest it or get me cock out!" "That's about it. Andy was the same, but he's changed as well now." said Martin sounding brighter "So talking of cocks out, you gonna cum again for me or not?" "I don't know if I can manage it, but we can pull each others cocks and see wot happens." replied Mark reaching for the button on his jeans. "Let's face each other then." said Martin moving to stand in front, his hand already fumbling to undo his fly. "The other thing is, like I just said," Mark looked across towards him in the half light, "since we started doing things, I been thinking about, well, y'know... I mean, well.. uumm, d'you, d'you think we're a going a bit, a bit queer? That worries me." It was the eternal question which countless adolescent boys had asked themselves, whether of course they received an honest reply was a matter of some conjecture. "Ah, you as well!" Martin smiled, it was something he had learnt a little about. "Nah, don't think so. I've been through all that and since meeting Adam know that I'm not a queer, but I likes wanking with me mates." "Why, how would he know so much about being queer then?" asked Mark. "Wot's he gotta do with it, he's only wanked with you ain't he?" "Thing is, first you gotta promise to say nothing wot I'm gonna tell you, right?" "Yeah, alright if that's wot you wants." replied Mark looking distinctly puzzled. "Go on then, wot's it all about?" "Adam knows about it all, `cause he is queer! He don't want that put about, that's why it's secret d'you see?" "Oh shit! Nah, he ain't." Mark looked really surprised. "Wot you mean he's a real queer? But, but he's too young.. surely it's old blokes that's real queers innit?" "That's wot I thought, but it ain't right. Mark just think about it, `cause queers have gotta start somewhere haven't they? Like Adam says these old blokes don't become queer overnight do they, they gotta start younger and then they gets older!" "Oh shit. I `spose yer right." replied Mark after some thought. "Bloody hell!" "He's been to boarding school and it sounds like he'd shagged or wanked with half the school when he was there! He knew he was queer and wanted boys from when he was only ten or something. He ain't interested in girls, he likes boys, d'you see?" "Oh fuck." Mark went quiet. After dire warnings from his parents in relation to strange men. The thought of actually being with a homosexual boy rather worried him if the truth was known. Was homosexuality catching? Would he be attacked? "Mark if it helps, when he first told me I thought he might wanna do something to me, he ain't like that. It's just like you and me wanking, he won't fucking attack you or nothing, he's really nice. It's just that he likes boys, well only boys that want to do something with him. If me or you didn't wanna know about it, he won't push it, honest." Martin smiled. "Look I wanted to wank with him, just like I wanted to wank with you, but I also wanna see yer sister's bits. I ain't queer, see wot I mean?" "I `spose." said Mark after further thought. "It's the same innit, I wanna do things with you, but I also wanna know about girls. Wot are we then, if we likes boys and girls?" "I dunno." Martin started to laugh. "Wankers maybe!" "Sorry Mart, it was just a bit of gert shock to find that having thought he was like normal and then to hear he was a queer. I'd never have guessed it." "That's how I felt, it don't worry me at all now." "I think I still like him even if he is like that, it don't make no difference really does it?" Mark smiled. "So let's move on, tell me wot did you decide about doing things with me sister?" "I think I'm gonna do it, `cause I don't know no other girls and I wanna know more about 'em." said Martin. "I got me a job in a newsagent today, sorting out all the dirty magazines and I've seen several pictures of fanny's already!" "Fuck! You lucky sod!" "Anyway I can tell you wot else I've seen after next Saturday. Now, if I'm gonna do something with her, I'm gonna want you there as well and you can wank with me." "Oh shit, alright I `spose so." "Look if we're gonna do it, we got be relaxed about wanking together, ain't no good if us two is shy of each other is it? So can we manage to find somewhere in the week where we can do it together, so we'll really get to know each other and won't worry about seeing each other wanking naked and all that. D'you see wot I mean?" "Yeah and I'll practice every fucking night with you can if we can find somewhere!" ################################################### Chapter 30 to follow