Date: Wed, 20 Jul 2016 09:21:03 +0100 From: tom Subject: Lab Technician Chapter 47 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 47 – "Well I'm rubbing it betterer ain't I?" "So, are you feeling any better for telling me all that?" Peter sat back on the sofa, genuinely shocked. "It sounded bloody awful and I can quite believe why it's had such an the effect on you." "Better? Yeah, well I am a bit I `spose." "Hhmm..." Andy might have felt a little better for telling it, but neither looked nor sound like it. Having plucked up courage to relay to Peter a blow by blow account of what had happened to him as boy it had been quite traumatic, particularly coming on top of his other recent encounters. "Pete, ain't nobody else other than Mart that knows about it, but I just thought as it was so fucking awful it might help you understand why I'm such a bloody mess." "It certainly does. So now if that's the history... just hang on, let me think a minute." "Yeah alright." Andy continued to blink and was hopeful that Peter could produce the panacea to all his sexually related problems. However, the truth was Peter was unsure whether to press on since Andy was obviously in a rather fragile mental state. Or, conversely since the subject was now out in the open should it be immediately addressed? In reality the present time seemed as good as any, since in any event Andy's mood swings were now quite changeable. "So then, well if that's the past... I suppose we should address the present?" "Bugger!" Andy pulled a face. "I knew you'd say something like that." "But Andy, let's be honest it's the reason why you came here, isn't it?" Peter smiled encouragingly. "The fact you got yourself a pleasant introduction to spanking was a bonus, because you really came round to try to talk didn't you?" "Yeah, I `spose I did." "Come on then, let's make a start. I'm guessing there's something which has been getting to you and I don't think it's just accepting that you are queer, there's more to this isn't there?" "Well, uumm.. sort of, but telling meself I'm queer ain't very easy and that's been a gert part of it.. but.. yeah, well..." he faltered. Admitting his desires for younger boys wasn't going to be as painless as he had rehearsed on the way over to Peter's. "Oh come on be brave, it can't be as bad as all that," Peter failed to make eye contact, "and, even if it is I'll bet you won't be the first or the last." "It is." mumbled Andy looking away. "It fucking is!" "What is, is it that you're the first or the last?" Peter smiled. "Would it help if I took a guess and said what I think it's about?" "Yeah, go on then." his voice was resigned. "I reckon you knows, don't you?" "No I don't, but I'm guessing that you've developed a thing about younger boys," he watched for a reaction, "am I right?" Andy sighed, his eyes closed. "Oh fucking hell Pete, is it that obvious?" "Yes, really to be honest. First tell me what else has happened.. I'm assuming there is something else, isn't there? Other than what you told us earlier about Adam?" "No, no... uumm, no.. no course not... oh fuck it!" he stopped, looked at Peter and then closed his eyes. "It's all wrong innit Pete? They all find me, `cause now there's Mark, he's fifteen like me brother and Adam... but, but see Mark's brothers only twelve... oh wot's fucking wrong with me.. I can't stop thinking about any of 'em!" "Go slowly, you haven't mentioned those two brothers before, so who are they?" asked Peter trying not to look too worried. Another teenager he could understand, but a twelve year old was more of a concern. "It's our new neighbours innit?" "Oh yes, I think you did mention something, oh and so.." it was now Peter who paused, "but, that wasn't long after you came out was it? Oh my god, is that the same boy who you said you'd nearly talked into wanking at school and.. and then you said as you knew him it so it would be alright and he wouldn't say anything?" "Yeah, it's him. Mark." Andy nodded. "Oh shit, you've got a good memory!" "So it's the same boy?" Andy nodded. "Yeah. Mark." "Hold it... so does that mean his younger brother's also at the school then?" "Yeah... uumm.. see that's Alfie." Andy looked away. "It's.. uumm, a bit tricky innit?" "Bloody hell Andy, it's more than a bit tricky!" "See it don't help that Mark's now friends with Martin and `cause they're a right randy pair I'd guess they're wanking.. I ain't asked Mart that yet, he'll tell me though if I asks." "But, have you actually done anything with this Mark?" interrupted Peter. "No, but we all talked about wanking and that stuff one evening." "Only talked, well that's something!" Peter looked at him. "By all, you don't mean with his younger brother as well?" "Yeah. Alfie. I think them two does things together anyway." Andy smiled at the thought of Alfie. "He's great, always got his hand in his pocket, he wanks a lot so he says. He helps me mend the car, well he don't really, he just likes to be around when I do." "I think, I see." Peter sighed, life was certainly complicated. "And," continued Andy, almost sounding like a twelve year old himself who was prepared to divulge almost anything, "see, Alfie sorta rubs up against me now and again, he wanted to show me his willy the other day, but I said no. I know he was a bit naughty when he started getting Mart to have wank with him in the front garden, it's hard to resist `cause he's so cute! I caught 'em and stopped 'em, but they was already showing their cocks!" "Oh shit, he really is a bit forward then?" said Peter surprised at Andy's honesty and of Alfie's sexually provocative nature. "Well he certainly ain't backwards!" Andy laughed. "So, just suppose he'd asked you to wank with him, would you?" "Oh." Andy went quiet, finally he looked up flushed in the face. "Truth is Pete, before we'd had this conversation I think I might have. Is that awful? And, well if Mark had asked me I'd have done it without thinking." "Oh fuck! What are we doing to do with you?" Peter scratched his head. "Now listen, despite what we might say about not looking younger boys or men in a sort of voyeuristic way, well we all do, it's just the way it is. I'd be a liar if I said I didn't sometimes look at the boys at school, it happens, but I know it's the forbidden fruit, so I dare not go there." "Yeah, I can see that, but, but.." he stuttered, Robin was now on his mind, "but, don't you see, they wants me as much as I want them... oh fuck.. wot have I said!" "Oh bloody hell, saying that really doesn't help does it?" "No. Not like when they purposely get close to me and all that. I'll admit I might fancy 'em, but it ain't all my fault `cause they're pushing themselves on me is it?" "That's a fair point." said Peter thoughtfully. "Y'know if it helps you understand the younger aspect, well I might as well say it, I've been looking at you lately as well!" "Wot me?" exclaimed Andy. "Oh fuck off, you ain't been looking at me! Yer fucking joking, why me?" "Because in my eyes, just like that Alfie appeals to you well, you appeal to me. There, I've bloody well said it! " Peter sat back looking very embarrassed. "We know you don't look anything like twenty-one, but that's what gives you the edge. So I'm pretty sure it's that which makes you so fascinating and appealing to those boys." "Pete, you're serious aren't you?" he laughed nervously. "Oh fuck!" "It's alright I'm not going to attack you or anything," Peter grinned, "just thought it might help put those feelings into context and show you're not alone." "Oh, it's alright, just a bit flattering I `spose! Seems I'm a real queer now aren't I?" The sad fact was, that Andy was indeed homosexual and with a predilection for younger boys. Even though he was freely admitting to having designs on Alfie and Mark at the back of his mind, there was still one boy who he was not going mention. Robin. The somewhat chubby boy with distinctly homosexual tendencies for whom the attraction was a combination of many attributes including gold NHS glasses and the oversize trousers revealing the ubiquitous Y-fronts which contained a fat, stubby uncircumcised cock. Exactly what the precise attraction was, was still something of a mystery to Andy, yet with Robin being so blatantly open about his desire to have sex with him it was becoming increasingly harder to resist. "It does look that way doesn't it?" Peter smiled. "Y'know I've asked myself that more than a few times as well and concluded we can't change what we are. Sometimes when these things get a bit much we'll kid ourselves that we're not what we really are and we'll pretend we're just like other blokes who chase girls." "Yeah, I've done a lot of that." said Andy quietly. "So have I, as have many others." Peter nodded in agreement. "Be honest, the truth is even when you're in pretend girly mode you still know it's all a load of fucking bollocks and that you can't kid yourself because really you're as queer as a coot!" "I ain't never heard that before, queer as coot!" Andy managed a smile. "Just an old expression, now listen, one last serious point." Peter smiled, "You're still fighting with yourself against the stigma of being queer and in the process you're only making it harder for yourself. Don't, because you'll never change what you are, I've been through all that pain and now just accept what I am and live accordingly." "But, but you seems so strong," Andy looked surprised at the admission, "I, I never imagined you'd think like that at all, I thought it was only me that couldn't take it." "No. No, it's all of us, not only you and me. Just about everybody in the entire queer world will at some time begin to question themselves. There's no magic answer to it, we're just fucking well made like it and while we can pretend, we'll never change!" At number twenty-eight the Sunday evening tea wasn't so much going smoothly as lurching silently along, too much had happened that afternoon to be either the subject of polite conversation or to be immediately forgotten. Having been well and truly admonished by Alison, who sat expressionless opposite her, Sophie was in positively foul temper refusing to speak to anyone and simply pushed the food around on her plate. Mark was still regaining his equilibrium from what he considered as the ultimate humiliation, that of his father being subjected a close up view of his sorely abused erection through semen streaked jeans. Alfie however, was in high spirits, his elevation by special appointment to Martin and Mark as cocksucker-in-chief really excited him, particularly with the prospect of servicing Mark whenever he demanded it. One of the problems of only being twelve was that on occasion the body over-ruled the brain and social proprieties. Such was the case, that with such a prestige appointment Alfie's over stimulated genitals now required constant attention to keep pace with the recurring flashbacks of the afternoons arousing events. Besides which, just before tea he had forced his flagging member to perform yet again in the locked bathroom leaving it feeling very tender and overworked. Presiding over the meal, Jim sat serenely between the two boys observing the assorted facial expressions and unspoken tensions that silently ebbed around him. "Mum, I gotta go round to Terry's house to get me maths books back that he'd lent," Alfie broke the silence, drawing all eyes onto him, "is that alright?" "That he borrowed from you, not he lent it!" Alison sighed and consulted her watch. Sunday evenings were notoriously difficult with three children to get ready for school on Monday as it was, especially with Sophie's added performance it promised to be very hard work. "Can I mum?" "Can't it wait till tomorrow, you'll see him at school won't you?" "Nah, `cause I wants to check I've done it right meself!" replied Alfie slouching on his chair, one hand on hyperactive pocket duties and the other wielding a knife. "Wot, you don't mean he's copied yer homework?" even Mark couldn't believe it, now that mathematics were actually one of his best subjects, in fact probably the best. "Yer maths ain't never right, cor he must be desperate!" "Well he couldn't do it... and I have, it's gert big fractions and all that innit?" Alison rolled her eyes to heaven. "At least you haven't copied his then?" "Course not, I does 'em." replied Alfie proudly. Mark sniggered in the background. Realising chaotic normality was returning, Jim abandoned his peaceful dream world and leant over, smiling mischievously he whispered in Alfie's ear. "I hope those shorts have got a good zip!" "Wot!" looking shocked Alfie sat bolt upright and rapidly withdrew his hand. "What have you said to him, he never sit's upright?" asked Alison in astonishment. "Boy stuff!" Jim winked. "Can I go then mum?" asked a very, very red in the face Alfie to change the subject. "Only if," she consulted her watch again, "only if you're back by seven, so you've got a good half an hour, don't be late as it's bad enough getting you lot bathed and sorted out for school as it is." "Thanks mum." the hand was creeping back into the pocket under the table, things were feeling more that a little uncomfortable after all the excess of frictional activity. Mark was still grinning to himself, knowing that Alfie's mathematical skills were legendary as Terry was sure to find out. Hearing of Alfie's past triumphs in maths tests had had Mark rolling around in laughter and typically included such staggering multiplication gems as seven sixes are seventy-five or eight eights are thirty-one. "Does Terry really know what he's doing?" asked Jim with as serious a manner as he could muster. "No, he don't, but I do, `cause that's why he's borrowed me book.. innit dad?" "I meant copying your answers!" added Jim with a smile. "Wot?" the subtle humour was too subtle and lost on Alfie. "Well I just hope nobody finds out or they'll all want to copy it!" added Alison who having relaxed somewhat could see the funny side and was now smiling despite the proximity of Sophie's brooding presence and accompanying grimace. It was the sheer innocence of youth in action and at least it wasn't as though Alfie was copying somebody else's homework. Clearing up after tea didn't take long and Alfie was soon frantically pedalling his way round to Terry's house, which it has to be said he reached in well under ten minutes. Luckily it was Terry that answered the door and with time being short, they decided to talk leaning back against the neighbours fence in the front garden. "You sure some of these sums is right?" Terry held out the ink splattered page which he had so rapidly copied the previous evening. "See, I don't think that a quarter of three hundred and thirty-three is hundred and sixty-eight, `cause I thinks it's only hundred and seventeen!" "Wot, course they's bleeding right, took me a long time to do all that." replied Alfie looking at the scrawled figures in comparison to his neatly written, if hopelessly incorrect submission. "It's a bit messy innit, you don't wanna get told off do you?" "Nah, sod it! It'll be alright." replied Terry who was actually far more interested in what Alfie was doing in his pocket than correct long division. "I only got ten minutes, `cause I gotta get back or me mum'll go bloody nuts! So tell us, wot you been doing this weekend anything nice?" "Looks like you still is!" Terry nodded to Alfie's moving trousers, "Is you wanking?" "No," Alfie looked around, "I can't, `cause I've done it too much it bloody hurts now!" "So why you rubbing it then?" Terry moved up to stand right by him. "Well I'm rubbing it betterer ain't I?" Alfie grinned. "Why, you been rubbing yers too much as well then?" "Well, only three times today, `cause I ain't had much time on me own," Terry bent over and looked at the hand within Alfie's shorts, "I could make it four if you'd do it now with me, quick like in yer shorts!" "No, I can't `cause it's all sore and that. Honest, I gotta leave it alone now or I won't be able to do it tomorrow. But, I'd love to watch you do it, if you wants." "We'll have to be gert quick then." Terry had already started giggling and seemed incapable of even looking around to check it was safe. "Why you laughing?" "These is me old jeans and I gotta gert hole in the pocket, makes it easier.. and I did it in front the TV the other evening with mum there and the cat sat on me lap!" They were now both giggling, eventually Alfie made a suggestion. "If you gotta hole, why don't you let me do it for you?" "Yeah, well if you'll let me feel yer bum again!" said Terry. "So hurry up and get yer hand inside me pants." "You loves bums don't you? I know yer always looking at 'em and feeling 'em!" said Alfie pushing his hand into the pocket and under the elastic of Terry's briefs to be confronted by a hot, short, slightly sticky length of twelve year old boyhood. "Yeah, I loves bums." confirmed Terry, his hand already pushing down the back of Alfie's shorts and inside his tight briefs. "Bleeding hell! Yer inside me pants!" he exclaimed. "You ain't done that before... I thought you was just gonna feel me bum?" "I am... I'm gonna feel it from the inside!" Terry's hot, nail bitten finger forced itself between Alfie's cheeks. "You just rub me willy and I'll do yer bum proper!" "But... ooooooooohhhhhhhh... fuck!" Alfie literally jumped in the air as Terry's finger finally made the connection between fantasy and reality by inserting itself right up to the knuckle. "Don't stop!" Hurry up and rub me `cause I'm nearly cumming!" Terry was indeed nearly there, what with Alfie attending to his straining cock and in turn his finger which had now been joined by second, straining to get inside Alfie. "How d'you know me bums clean?" grunted Alfie, who whilst most certainly enjoying Terry's vigorous two fingered probing had for some inexplicable reason decided to analyse the hygienic and practical logistics of anal exploration. "Alf see it don't matter," gasped a breathless Terry who's cock jerked to deposit what little semen it could still produce over Alfie's hot hand, "it don't matter at all, see `cause them fingers already been up mine three times today so I 'spect by now they needs a wash.. anyway!" ################################################ Chap 48 to follow