Date: Thu, 28 Jan 2016 17:27:38 +0000 From: tom Subject: LabTech Chapter 35 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 ########################################################################### >>>> Sorry but it looks like I am a week late with the posting - whoops! ============================================================== Chapter 35 – But, which path do you take? Andy hadn't slept well at all, he had been unable to think of little else other than boys since receiving Robin's invitation. Consequently at somewhere around four in the morning he had awoken from an extremely long and vivid dream, during which he was being continually rogered in turn by Adam, Robin, Mark and on occasion even Alfie. Not exactly being the traditional a wet dream per se, he awoke to find himself frantically masturbating, his stomach covered with the best part of a bucket of semen that was slithering down his thighs to be absorbed by the bedclothes. As a consequence he didn't feel particularly full of the joys of life when he awoke the following morning. Deprived of sleep, mentally tired, smelling of semen, his pyjamas stuck to him and to cap it all, having to be woken by his mother banging on the bedroom door since he had forgotten to set the alarm clock. And, just to complete the picture he was running so late it left no time for the bath he desperately needed. Hence, by the time he left the house to go work his mood had if anything deteriorated, thanks in the main to his mothers incessant nagging. He didn't wish to be told repetitively how awful he looked with bags under his eyes, nor that he appeared to smell and that serious consideration should given to going to bed early. Turning the key in the car door he was looking forward for some peace during the drive to the school, which would also afford him a further opportunity to continue the deliberations as to whether to accept Robin's invitation. Although, he had to admit it seemed pretty inevitable that he would. "We OK for a lift then?" it was Mark's voice. "Oh fuck!" said Andy under his breath recognising that two of the very active participants from his incredibly erotic dream would now be sitting beside him. "Wait for me." cried Alfie from several yards behind Mark. "Yeah I `spose so, you'd better get in then." said Andy in a very resigned tone. "Hurry up Alfie." called Mark. "I'll get in the back, you can have the front." "Wot's up with him, he's walking like he's wet himself?" observed Andy tactfully. "It's his pants." Mark giggled obviously finding the situation very funny. "Wot about 'em?" Andy almost smiled, it sounded as if it could be typically Alfie. "If he.. if he, mentions a teacher called Ed... Ed... don't... don't.." spluttered Mark. Wrenching the door open Alfie totally interrupted Mark's garbled utterings and crashed onto the front seat. Throwing his bag on the floor and looking quite unhappy he started pulling at his grey shorts as though they were too small and could be curtailing blood circulation in the delicate places where they shouldn't be. The line of questioning was left unanswered as Alfie got into the car, Andy looked at him, plainly something was amiss. "You caught yer willy or something then Alfie?" "No I bleeding ain't!" "Probably!" added Mark amongst further coughing and spluttering from the back seat causing Alfie to turn and look at him as though he could murder him. "You fucking done me right up like a fucking kipper!" Alfie snapped at Mark. "Oh." said Andy in surprise having never seen Alfie angry or even swear before. Once underway, Andy looked across to the passenger seat, however depressed he might have felt earlier, the sight of Alfie pulling at his shorts in a foul mood was in itself something of a minor tonic. Things must have been really bad since Alfie was swearing like trooper, something he never normally did and appeared in grave danger of wearing out the F-word. "You got something not quite right with yer pants then?" asked Andy innocently, assuming whatever the problem was, it was common knowledge between the two brothers and it had initially sounded as though Mark had tried to help. "Not right!" exclaimed Mark in mock horror followed by a further bout of cackling. "Wot have you fucking told him?" shrieked Alfie turning to Mark in the back seat. "Fucking nothing, now fucking calm down!" Mark grinned inanely. "Well how's he fucking know about 'me fucking pants then?" retorted Alfie very, very angrily. "Stop fucking laughing you ain't fucking wearing `em!" "Look Alfie, all I said was that you was walking liked you'd wet yerself and he said it was yer pants!" Andy drew breath, his mood rapidly lightening. "That's all I fucking know other than the fact you don't normally fucking swear like wot we fucking do!" "Oh." Alfie looked down at the floor having realised that Andy really didn't know there was something amiss with his underpants, but not exactly what. "Sorry." "So wot is wrong with 'em then?" the question was just begging to be asked. "Who's this teacher bloke called Mr Fucking Edwards?" replied Alfie answering the one question with another. "Who? Hang on, I'm gonna take another route or we'll be here for bloody years!" Not fully concentrating on the conversation Andy was looking ahead, temporary traffic lights were causing tailbacks. Besides making a detour would also cunningly avoid the possibility of following Robin's enticing bottom up the hill on his bike and be one less temptation to immediately have to cope with. "His names Edwards." repeated Alfie. "He's some teacher or the other." "Who?" asked Andy. "There ain't no teacher called Edwards at school, where d'you get that from?" Mark had by now doubled up with laughter and was gasping for breath. "Him! And, he fucking told me he'd heard of him, unless he's fucking lying!" Alfie turned round to point an accusative finger at Mark. He hadn't entirely worked it out, but was very close to realising he had been made a total fool of by his brother. "I don't fucking get this, wot the hell are you two on about, `cause there ain't no teacher called Edwards." It was becoming absurd, Andy grinned. He was torn between looking at the road, the gibbering hysterical wreck in the rear seat or the fairly incandescent Alfie now positively ricocheting around on the front seat in a truly dreadful temper. "Oh fuck!" suddenly screamed Alfie clutching at his vital bits. "Something's fucking stuck in me balls! Oh fuck it hurts! It's a fucking pin innit!" "Well, d'you want me to stop, then you can pull yer fucking shorts down and have a bloody look then!" suggested Andy, not of course, in any selfish way or meaning such a sight could be in the least way sexually gratifying! "Yeah. Fucking help!" screeched Alfie battling to unfasten the shorts. What ever it was causing the injury, it sounded very painful, in fact so painful that Alfie had absolutely no hesitation nor consideration for modesty when it came to fairly ripping the shorts undone and pulling them down around his feet! "I can't fucking drive like this!" said Andy trying not laugh. He pulled over into the side of the road, luckily having decided to make the detour they were not a busy road, but simply more of suburbia. "Wot the fucks that?" exclaimed Alfie, who after some painfully delving into the folds of voluminous white briefs he was wearing waved a safety pin in the air. "Why've you got a fucking gert nappy on today then?" Andy knew he shouldn't have said anything, under the circumstances the comment was absolutely irresistible. "Fuck off!" screamed Alfie going from incandescent to iridescent or possibly, iridescent to incandescent. He pointed at Mark. "Ask him it was his fucking idea!" "Why's he wearing a nappy?" it was hopeless Andy was starting to laugh as well. Mark was now horizontal on the back seat utterly helpless with laughter. "Who's this fucking Edwards bloke?" screamed Alfie at even higher volume. "There is no Edwards." reiterated Andy. "Why, wot's he meant to be doing then?" "So.. so... he won't be there to check our pants then?" "Not if he don't exist! No, course he won't!" Andy looked on in bemusement, it was approaching a madhouse on wheels, nevertheless it had certainly lightened his mood. "Alfie, just calm down, why's he supposed to be checking yer pants anyway?" "To find the boy wearing the fucking blue ones of course!" retorted Alfie as though it made perfect sense. "Why's that? I still don't quite get it?" it was becoming very hard not to laugh. "Because it was me that was caught wanking with the other two wasn't it?" Alfie's volume control had reached maximum as had his emotional threshold. "Wot? Oh, you mean, you mean it's a way of identifying you!" In the whole saga sounded pretty nebulous to Andy, even if it did appear to Alfie that it made sense. However, what was Mark's connection, had he put Alfie up to it? "Yeah! `cause I'm the only one with blue pants!" At which point Alfie crumbled, he burst in tears, he could get no sense from anyone. The questions regarding the elusive Mr Edwards were going nowhere, Mark was for unknown reasons now in hysterics and Alfie himself on his way to school wearing some enormous old underpants which doubled as a nappy that had to be held up by safety pins. Even Andy was laughing. The day ahead did not bode well, at all well. "Oh fucking hell I give up!" Andy turned to Mark, now approaching a climax of hysterical neurosis. Unable to look anywhere other than at the awful briefs again Alfie began to wail, the end of the world was close to neigh. "Mark, bloody shut up! We're gonna be late!" shouted Andy uncharacteristically, it seemed the only way to get his attention and then hopefully be able to continue on the journey. "Now the fucking jokes over and he's in a right state, just look at him. You seem to know wot this all about, so just wot the fuck is it all about?" It had never been Mark's intention to upset Alfie to this degree and so reduce him to tears. Similarly, the aspect of kitting him out with a virtual nappy had only occurred really as an afterthought. The joke had escalated completely out of hand. "Mark!" shouted Andy as he thumped the back of the seat in an effort to get his attention. "Wot the fucks it all about?" Chaos continued to ensue with Alfie continuing to wail and Mark gasping for breath. "Mark for fucks sake!" Andy banged the back of the seat again. The message finally got through to Mark, he sat upright and tried to get his breath. "Oh fuck," he gasped, "I never thought.." "No you fucking didn't did you!" Andy had an arm around Alfie, which went some way to calming him down. "Now bloody tell us wot it's all about." "It was a, a, joke. I went in the bog with Geoff and we heard these three kids in a cubicle and they was obviously wanking. I heard the names Terry and Spunky, so it had to be Alfie and his mates," he paused for breath, "so we looked under the door and `cause their shorts was all down.. well we saw was his blue pants..." "Wot you.. you.." Alfie stared at him with a genuinely murderous intent. "Well, so," Mark rapidly continued having seen from Alfie's face he was likely to be made a murder victim, "so Geoff did the Edwards teacher voice bit and made up the crap about having to inspect the pants of every kid in shorts till he found the one wearing dark blue ones!" "You pair of fucking cunts!" screamed Alfie, using the full literary power of the combined F-word and C-word for the first time in his life. "Alf, I'm sorry I really am.. it just sorta went on.. and well uumm.. and .. oh fuck!" Mark now looked close to tears himself. "I never meant to fucking wind you up like this.. honest." "Mark, you are a total fucking prick!" Andy released Alfie to look at his watch. "Unless we go now we're all gonna be really bloody late. You two are gonna have to sort this out between yourselves, I can't cope with all this fucking shit so early!" "I can't go to school wearing these bloody things they'll all laugh at me." said Alfie. "Well bloody well take 'em off, don't wear nothing under yer shorts, I mean who's gonna know anyway?" Andy sounded very assertive. "We won't look while you do it.. will we Mark?" "Oh!" Alfie had never considered doing it, but now he was! "Just fucking do it." Mark sounded very contrite and added very hesitantly. "Alf, when you've done it why, why don't you come back here for a cuddle?" "Why fucking should I?" retorted Alfie wrestling with the remaining safety pins. "Because I shouldn't have done it and, and... well I loves you!" Very surprised at hearing that particular admission Andy glanced in the rearview mirror, unless he was mistaken it was now Mark who was rubbing his eyes. "Bollocks!" muttered Alfie to himself, he blinked as he peered at the safety pins. Andy wasn't the only person to have had a sleepless Monday night. Albeit without the added complication of flooding the bed with semen, Adam had also been trying to resolve his own problems. In his case, those of being homosexual and guilt as the events of the previous afternoon continually ran through his mind. Despite the extremely brave face he put on matters when his homosexual persona came to the fore, as for instance when with Martin or Andy, he was for all the perceived self-assurance, concerned as to what life could hold in store for him. He certainly couldn't argue with the fact he was homosexual, nor that he enjoyed male sexual relations. It was the unspoken emotional aspect which frequently resurfaced to trouble him, as indeed it did to those who felt themselves attracted to boys. The previous Sunday evening he had rushed to get some of the photographs that had been taken in the park that afternoon developed. As a consequence he found himself at nearly midnight masturbating over images of Harry's monster cock and recalling what it had felt like to hold when it spurted forth. Thus, going to bed with little on his mind except visions of that and of the supreme blow job that Harry had offered, it was no great surprise that overnight he made his mind up to visit the park after school the next day. After school the Monday afternoon he arrived at the park to be quickly propositioned by a delighted Harry and almost immediately volunteered to have his cock sucked in exchange for pulling Harry off again. However, reminded of memories of his last unhappy encounter in public toilet the only precondition that he set was that they did it in the bushes and not inside the toilet, something Harry readily agreed with. Despite having experienced many pairs of eager dribbling lips during his boarding school days Adam was not prepared for what Harry had to offer. In fact, nothing could come remotely close to Harry's expertise as a fellator which left him feeling quite debilitated and literally sucked dry, his cock continually tingling from Harry's overactive tongue. Minutes later, the bamboo showered with another colossal eruption of spunk found Harry smiling as he again wrestled to get his dripping monster back inside his trousers, whilst an embarrassed Adam fumbled to hide his shrinking few inches out of sight. Both had been were very aroused at the sight of each other to begin with, especially Adam who whilst very extremely nervous found the whole sordid scenario incredibly erotic. With the entire episode over in less than twenty minutes it left Adam, already beginning to feel very guilty about his virtual importuning to the older man looking rather pensive, something quickly up on by Harry. "D'you think that since this is the second time we've done this we ought to know each others names?" Harry smiled, finally managing to pull the zip up on his bulging trousers. "I'm Harry, what's your's then?" "Adam." he said slowly looking up, knowing he really ought to go home and guiltily contemplate what he had should not have even contemplated in the first place. "Well, I hope by now you know I'm not monster," he indicated to a park bench in the sunshine, "would you come over to that bench a minute, I just want to say something." "Oh.. uumm.. I'd rather go home," Adam looked nervously around, "why?" "Because, well because it might help you." Harry began walking over. "Only for five minutes, we can sit at either end if it worries you, although it's bit late for that!" "Sorry, I'm ain't thinking." Adam realised how silly it was to resist having just having been so intimate, he followed him over and sat slowly down at a safe distance. "Good." "So wot, wot d'you wanna say?" he stuttered, wondering where it might lead. "D'you know," Harry looked at Adam's blazer, he grinned, "Years ago I went to your school as well, so I expect I could still find my way around all the toilets!" Adam blushed then he laughed, the ice was broken. "Oh yeah, alright I knows wot you means." "Oh good, now seriously Adam, I think we accept we both like other boys don't we?" "Yeah." he nodded not wishing to look him in the face. "Alright, I `spose we do." "Can I ask how old are you?" "Fifteen." he glanced towards Harry. "So how old are you then?" Harry watched, waiting to see his reaction, would Adam run off. "Fifty five, I took early retirement." "Fuck!" Adam winced, his instinct was to leave. "That's older than me dad!" "Yes, I guessed that." Harry smiled. "Please don't go, just hear what I've got to say first, it might help you, unless..." "Unless wot?" asked Adam hesitantly. "Unless wot?" "Unless you want to be sat here where I am when you're fifty five!" "Wot! Fuck no!" It was an all too vivid premonition of what might be yet to come. "Now listen, I was young once and I thought I knew it all. I'd wanked with my mates and even fucked a couple. Then I started hanging around a public toilet and," Harry took a deep breath, "and then one sunny day a very nice man got talking to me and invited me in, but he didn't tell me his mate was waiting inside... and didn't they laugh when they got hold of me and took it in turns to rape me!" "Wot! Oh fucking hell!" visibly shocked, Adam looked at the ground. "Shit!" "Adam, can you see what I trying to tell you? Believe me you don't want to go near any of this stuff and you certainly don't want to do the toilets at your age, ever really. D'you get what I'm trying to say?" "Yes." he said very quietly. "I think so." "Go on then, so you tell me what you think it is." "Wot, you mean.. wot yer trying to say is... no, you don't mean.. no," he paused as the reality slowly sank in, "no, you mean that I might end up doing wot you're doing now.. just hanging around bogs and that when I'm older? Is that sorta it?" "Yes, I do mean just that. I'd hate to see that." replied Harry. "Adam forget what we've just done, instead lets aim not to have you sat on this bloody bench chasing after young boys when you're fifty five!" "Oh fuck! You're really serious ain't you?" Adam gulped, this promised to be more than he wanted to know. "Why you telling me?" "Because I think you're too good for this and you know damn well you shouldn't have come here today and have just offered yourself to me like that." said Harry. Adam flushed knowing it was true. "Fuck. Fuck." "Just suppose I wasn't so nice and had dragged you off to be buggered by all the other blokes who hang around here? Believe me, not everybody who comes here is safe to say hello too, let alone go with for a quick wank!" "I know, I know." Adam bit his lip nervously. "I nearly ran off when I saw you." "Well why the hell didn't you?" Harry sighed. "You look like a nice kid from a nice home, you shouldn't be here tossing off old blokes who hang around public toilets!" "Oh! I just wanted to, to.." "To pick the wrong bloke and get raped?" cut in Harry. "Have your hole split open like mine was?" It was all a little too graphic, Adam was stunned, again he stared at the ground. "Adam look at me, I'm sorry to have put it like that. But, it's the truth, you're a boy in mans world and some men don't care and can be bloody cruel. So please take my word for it and just don't do it." "I've been stupid ain't I?" he sniffed. "It was lucky it was you wunnit? Oh shit, anything could have happened to me!" "You were lucky, you're much to young for this game. You do know I could go to prison for what we've done? I shouldn't have done it the first time, let alone now. Sex is an addiction and I'm addicted, I couldn't resist what you were offering." "I never thought about it like that." "Neither did I in the heat of the moment, but I should have known better. I really regret it now. I can't do this again, I just can't risk it and I... oh shit." he stopped and lit a cigarette. "The truth is I can't resist it and never could. So what does it feel like to know an old bloke just couldn't resist you?" "Oh shit!" it all sounded strangely familiar to Adam, especially about being unable to resist temptation and how he had seduced Andy within minutes of first meeting him. "Exactly." "But, but d'you know why you do it then?" blurted Adam. It seemed an incredibly naive question, but in fact went to the very heart of the matter and was something he constantly asked himself. "No, not really," Harry and looked him in the face, "and you don't know the answer to it either do you? In fact, I think you're hoping I can tell you to ease your own fears, aren't you?" "Yes." said Adam reluctantly, he blinked. Matters were now heading in an emotional direction which he wasn't sure if he should be exploring it at all. "See, I don't know why I'm queer and I wish I did. I don't even know if I wanna be queer, but I am." "And, maybe you think you're the only one to ever ask yourself those questions?" Harry smiled. "Oh Adam, how wrong you could be." "Wot d'you mean, wrong? I don't understand?" Adam sat up, intrigued. Maybe with all Harry's worldly experience he could help resolve the same questions he'd been asking himself since he was about ten. In fact the more Adam thought about it he began to realise that Harry probably had little choice as it was fate that decided he should become homosexual. Additionally, Harry was no longer appearing to Adam to be a scary old man who hung around public toilets, but was actually very articulate, obviously intelligent and if able to retire at fifty five had had a career of some sort. It all appeared very sad, but was it still a taste of things to come? "Adam, this might come as a bit of a surprise, but eventually you'll realise those same thoughts, those same questions will never leave you." Harry paused. "Not everybody will admit to it, but if you're queer you'll end up thinking or asking yourself those same bloody things every bloody minute of every bloody day!" "Fuck, I never thought of it like that!" Adam went pale. "You mean, I'll never know?" "Probably not, I've never found a satisfactory answer." replied Harry. "Hang on, are you alright? Sorry, looks like I've overdone it, maybe too much information at once." "I dunno, I'm a bit fucking confused. I ain't never talked about this stuff before." "Sorry, I didn't mean to get too doomy," Harry smiled, "but you do realise I'm only trying to save you from going down the wrong path, unlike me. That said, if you're queer then exactly which path do you take?" "I can see that." said Adam. "It's just a bit of a shock, like you admitting to being raped and that... I'm sorry, it could have been me couldn't it? I'll be alright." "Yes. Look, I'll have another fag" Harry reached in his pocket for the cigarettes, "you sit there and have a think, there might be something you might want to know. Ask me anything I really don't care what it is." Adam sat very quietly for a couple of minutes mulling it all over, finally he spoke voicing yet another question he had been carrying round for a long time. "Harry, if, if say I'm gonna be queer for the rest of me life," he stopped to try to phrase the question, "wot, wot I'm trying say is, will I sorta just be fucking and wanking for the rest of me life with anybody, I mean just anybody or, or.. is there more to it... like, like say those who get married and that...'cause they seems to get something else out of it?" "You mean that thing called, love?" "I, I `spose so.. I ain't never thought of like that, in fact I ain't never thought of it at all and I really don't know wot it is anyway." "If you really want the truth, I don't know either. I can only tell you what I know." "Yeah, please wot?" "You'll be lonely. Why d'you think I'm doing what I do?" Harry sighed, it seemed to Adam that he had now touched a nerve. "We're not like boys and girls, we don't go off into the sunset in love, get married and have kids. Being queer isn't like that. I don't know what love is, all I know is I need to find some stranger to have physical sex with in the bushes or in some fucking awful stinking public toilet!" "Uumm.." Adam appeared shocked, Harry really was speaking from the heart. "I'm sorry. Truth is I don't know what is love is." Harry paused and blinked. "If you don't want to end up like me, then don't go down this road. I thought it was great when I was young, shagging younger boys with not a thought for the future, as long as I was shagging I thought that was all there was to it. Then you begin to realise you're getting older and still trying to pull, but you won't get boys you'll get old blokes. It's then that you see your life is totally fucking empty, never any emotional involvement at all, just furtively shagging. Such friends as I once had are all now married with kids and here I am still hanging about wanking in bloody public toilets." "Harry... oh fuck!" mumbled Adam, somehow trying to find the words to tell him not to be so hard on himself. "Fuck, I've probably scared you." Harry looked up, blinking rapidly. "I'm sorry, well you asked and I think it's been something I have even been too ashamed to tell myself." "But how, how do I cope now?" asked Adam. "I know I'm queer, but wot do I do?" "Make rules for yourself." Harry lit yet another cigarette. "First thing is at your age you must not mess about with boys say eighteen months older of younger than you are till you are over twenty one. And, definitely no more trips here to the park!" "No. Not after wot you've said, I wouldn't." replied Adam very firmly. "I couldn't." "Y'know, despite all I've said about being lonely and all that, there a few blokes that do meet another man that they are lucky enough to fall in love with and have a long term relationship." Harry smiled again. "You never know, you might be one of those lucky ones. But I'm not and to be honest I don't know anyone that has." "Oh." "Generally, meeting somebody is only for sex and even if it does appear to last, one of you will be unfaithful and fuck it all up. Because of the way we are, we meet just for instant sex, queers are notoriously unfaithful to one another." "Harry," Adam bit his lip, "you've told me more than I ever thought I'd know, some of this stuff I've been thinking about for ages. Would you, well would you meet me again, just to talk, honest, I don't mean for nothing else." "I shouldn't really should I? Hang on," he reached in his pocket for a piece of paper and a pen. "d'you know, I've never given my phone number before, although I suppose if I am at least saving you from getting raped it's worth it." Adam looked at the paper. "Sounds silly, but I'm glad I met you." "Strangely, for both of us, it's made me think as well." he smiled. "One condition though, I'm not meeting you in this fucking park! It'll have to be somewhere there are lots of people that won't recognise me and we can pretend to be normal!" As ever Tuesday morning dawned, the events, the guilt and the ramifications of the conversation with Harry the previous afternoon having been rerun many times through the night in Adam's mind. Looking very tired he sat on the bus as it rumbled slowly towards the school clutching at his bag, which in turn contained an envelope with a selection of the photographs taken on the Sunday afternoon to show Martin. The really big question though, was should he tell Martin of the illicit after school meeting with Harry in the park. It was not so much as a matter of trust, but more that would Martin understand the ramifications of the conversation. Not having declared himself as a homosexual Martin appeared to be joining in just for the fun of the physical sex, so would he appreciate that so much of what Harry had said was in accord with Adam's own thoughts? ============================================================== Chap 36 to follow