Date: Wed, 11 Jan 2017 14:58:38 +0000 From: tom Subject: LabTechnician Chapter 57 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 57 – Brotherly love Andy had driven home in a Porsche. Well, at least that's what he had imaged. Whilst his ancient Morris Minor had several things in common with a Porsche, like the four wheels, seats and an engine, it was regrettably at that point all other similarity ended. Still, he could always dream. Although he knew that if he really wanted he could probably turn that particular dream into reality. After pulling on the handbrake and switching the ignition off it was with some trepidation that he reached in the door pocket and searched around, finally clutching at a beige business card. Slowly and carefully digesting all the information he now realised he had been propositioned by Guy Morrison, a partner in an Advertising agency called Barnaby-Morrison. However, all such daydreams of driving a Porsche aside, common sense told him must put that particular dream right out of his mind, quickly. Immediately. Still convincing himself it was the only correct course of action, he put the card back and got out of the car to walk slowly up the garden path with the front door key in his hand. As if by magic the door opened just when he was about to insert his key, it swung slowly back to revealed Alfie standing before him looking up equally surprised. "Oh!" "Wot.. wot are you doing here?" asked Andy, having not yet seen Martin lurking in the shadows and with bulging trousers now doing his best to keep out of sight. "I.. I.. come for these trousers for our Mark.." stuttered Alfie holding a crumpled grey bundle and looking incredibly guilty, "ain't I Mart?" "Yeah uumm.. yeah that's right.. uumm.." came the voice in the background. Martin who was incapable of lying his way out of a paper bag instantly ground to a verbal halt. Well aware that in the limited time available with Alfie he had not yet been able to change out of his uniform and he certainly hadn't expected to see Andy so soon. The overdue change of clothes was vitally important, since earlier when Alfie had received a mouthful of hot semen he had choked and showered Martin with his own discharge. "Look I gotta go, `cause me one of me mates said he might be popping round," mumbled Alfie looking very flushed he tried to squeeze past Andy without looking at him, "anyway's I `spect mum's already shouting at Mark over his uniform!" "Oh, why's that?" asked Andy, slightly puzzled. "Well he's wanked all over it again at school ain't he!" replied Alfie in a very matter of fact way before rapidly setting off down the garden path. "I should have guessed!" Andy turned to Martin. "So I `spose you've been wanking at school as well then?" "Yer home a bit early ain't you?" Mark looked flushed and avoided the question watching Alfie disappear down the path. "Yeah a bit early. So why was Alfie looking so guilty then? He usually don't wanna leave us do he?" Andy stepped inside the hallway intent on trying to gauge if Martin looked equally guilty. "Dunno.. he just come for them trousers." Martin quickly turned away hoping to hide his spunk splattered trousers from view. "You ain't been doing something with him have you?" asked Andy still trying to see how Martin looked, his apparent avoidance now being something of a definite clue. "Wot... me.. nah." Martin was put off guard the forthright question, although it was obvious from the look on his face and a glimpse of the bulge in his trousers that something had been happening between them. "Really. Yer a lying sod!" Without warning Andy suddenly pounced and grabbed Martin from behind, putting his arms around him in a rather limp bear hug. "Now then, tell me the truth, I knows when yer fucking lying through yer teeth!" "Fuck off I ain't..." replied Martin struggling and trying not to laugh. "Piss off!" "Have you been wanking with him?" "Course I fucking ain't!" "But you been doing something with him ain't you, `cause he was really all fucking embarrassed wasn't he?" "Nah, he wasn't." "Yes he bloody was." Andy squeezed Martin tighter and then realised he too was now getting an erection, he was being turned on by his own brother. For a moment he wavered, what to do? There was only one answer. It was simple, continue and be safe in the knowledge that from now on there was sex available right in his own home! "Let me go! Oh! Wot the fuck you doing!" Martin was startled as Andy's hands suddenly moved downwards from his waist to force themselves inside the waistband of his trousers and briefs to grab his cock. "You been fucking wanking with him ain't you! Bloody hell, yer all sticky with cum and yer still all hard!" "No I ain't!" replied Martin with little conviction, confirming he was a useless liar, but actually enjoying the very close contact with his brother. "You fucking have!" Andy started to rub Martin's cock. "It's all hot and sticky in yer!" "Oh fuck... wot you doing now!" pleaded Martin, "it's all sore, go easy with it!" "Why's it sore, you been wanking that much? Or did Alfie do it for you?" "Piss off!" replied Martin squirming in delight. Both of Andy's hands had now forced their way inside his briefs, one holding his cock and the other and cradling his balls. "You gonna cum over me hand then? I think you should!" Andy pushed his own erection into Martin's bottom. "Oh fuck.. is that yer cock?" Martin swallowed, thinking only hours earlier that day how he had anally entertained Adam. "Oh fuck!" "Yeah... why, d'you wanna it?" aroused Andy started to hump Martin's bottom. Martin took a deep breath. "Yeah! If you wants too!" "I wanted you the other night!" admitted Andy, hoping to entice Martin further. "Wot! You wanted me... for wot?" exclaimed Martin, surprised at the admission. "Wot d'you bloody think! I heard you wanking one night when I went to the bog!" "Oh fuck!" if Andy could hear him then did that mean his parents could as well! "So don't lets piss about, let's do it together, `cause we both enjoys it." Andy pushed himself into him. "We can't do it now `cause mum'll be back... when, when?" "One afternoon if we both gets back from school early?" suggested Martin hopefully. "Right, but I wants something today as well," Andy was now really fired up, "why don't we go out in the car after tea, we can wank each other off somewhere?" "Yeah.. yeah." "First, you gotta tell me the fucking truth," his grip tightened on Martin's balls, "so wot d'you do with Alf then?" "He, he sucked me off!" mumbled Martin. "He wot? Bleeding hell!" "Honest it wasn't arranged or nothing, he wanted suck me off, he's done it before!" "He wot! When! When for fucks sake!" "He fucking loves doing it," continued Martin enthusiastically, "see, Mark's made him our official cock sucker, he did both of us the other week and he cum in his pants!" "Fucking hell!" "Promise you won't say nothing to him or Mark, right?" "Yeah, yeah alright." Andy released his hold and pushed Martin towards the stairs. "Bloody hell, you're a lucky sod!" "Well I'll try and suck you later in the car if you wants." "Yeah, I wants! Now fuck off upstairs before mum get back and don't change them pants, `cause they're nice and cummy!" "Andy, there's something else." Martin realised that the time was as good as any, he turned. "Oh yeah, wot else can there be?" "Well, me and Adam wondered if you'd uumm... well, drive us somewhere, like so we could go camping some place one weekend?" "Wot," Andy's heart missed a beat as his cock lurched upwards, had he heard correctly, "wot... you mean the three of us... you, me and Adam... going camping?" "Yeah, we'd all be in the one tent!" Martin looked at him hopefully. "I knows you likes him and he said he'd like you with us as well." "Yeah, I do quite like him." replied Andy very slowly. Like, wasn't really a strong enough adjective, besotted was more apt. His heart was thumping. "Shall I tell him you will then?" "Yeah.. alright." Andy winced, "Mart, but I means, uumm... well, let's get this bit right, so we'd uumm.. we'd be doing things with each other?" "Be hard not too with the three of us in a bloody small tent wouldn't it!" Martin grinned. "We was talking about it in afternoon break and Adam said with the three of us, well we could take it in turns to be the one in the middle!" Andy took a deep breath. "Right." Elsewhere or more precisely, at number twenty-eight Westleaze Avenue all was relatively quiet and much to Alfie's surprise, Mark hadn't yet had another altercation with his mother over the state of his uniform. But only because she hadn't seen it and was instead engaged in the continuing war of attrition with Sophie, who in full hormonal flight was determined, by virtue of relentless nagging to get some high heeled shoes. Realising escape from the field of battle was the only sensible option, Alfie rushed upstairs to give Mark the trousers, having planning to then lock himself in the bathroom and attend to that which he didn't have time to do at Martin's house. "Yer's yer trousers." Alfie burst into Mark's room unannounced in the hope of catching him doing what he shouldn't, well in public anyway. Unfortunately he was disappointed, since Mark's organ had taken such pounding already that day he was forced to leave it alone, at least until later that evening. "Fucking knock, next time." Mark caught the trousers as they were hurled towards him. "Fuck they feels still damp." "Wet you means!" Alfie giggled. "Wot d'you expect, they was only drying under his bed on some old newspapers!" "Fuck!" repeated Mark, who it seemed to Alfie had been seriously expecting to take delivery of beautifully laundered trousers. "Thought they'd be dry." "Well if you hadn't wanked in 'em, they wouldn't have been in such a gert mess and needed washing in the first place would `em?" "Oh, fuck off!" Mark, having now unrolled the trousers could see that whilst they looked a lot better, the spunk stain on the fly was still fairly prominent and in general the material was very damp. "Now wot am I gonna fucking do?" "I just told you, stop wanking in 'em!" reaffirmed Alfie most unhelpfully, before scooting out the door in the direction of the bathroom sink and penile heaven. "Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" bemoaned Mark, sitting down on the edge of the bed to stare between the two pairs of unwearable trousers. After many, many more utterances of the multi-purpose word, fuck, he eventually decided what he must do, it was to be a clever two pronged solution. Having all but destroyed Martin's spare trousers, he really didn't want to destroy their friendship and knew he would have to grovel and somehow offer to get him another pair. With regard to his own trousers, surely the answer would be to iron them which, by all accounts would not only dry them, but also make them look incredibly smart as well. Desperate situations demanded desperate measures. Which in this case meant whilst the battle of the shoes was heading towards it's screeching climax in the living room, Mark was able to creep quietly downstairs into the kitchen and appropriate the electric iron. The only minor drawback was that he didn't have a clue how to iron anything, but it surely couldn't be that difficult. Could it? Plugging it in he waited expectantly for something to happen, it didn't since it was set on minimum. Five minutes later and still only showing minimal signs of heat he was already bored and wound the temperature control up to about a third, sitting on the bed he pondered what he could use to use as an ironing board. Waiting another five minutes made him even more bored and vowed he would he never, ever iron anything if this it what the process entailed. It was getting warmer but not by much. "Ah, fuck this for a game of soldiers!" he finally declared, absolutely fed up with the whole situation, he turned the control up to maximum. "Now you'll get fucking hot!" Perfused with the entire output of the nearest power station, the iron had little choice but to do the decent thing and rapidly get hot. Too hot. In fact it became far too hot, far too quickly, the smell of melting carpet catching Mark's attention and ramming home the point that when not in use an iron should never be left sitting on it's bottom. In his ignorance he had left it poised on the finest, if not probably the cheapest man-made bedroom carpet which admittedly had come with the house, nevertheless the iron had easily melted is way through what was essentially a form of low quality nylon pile. "Oh fucking hell!" he exclaimed grabbing the iron and looking at the triangular mark left in the carpet, he then addressed the iron. "Well you fucking bastard I `spose at least now yer hot enough to do these fucking trousers!" This time he put the iron down so it stood vertically, the sole plate still emitting an obnoxious smoke and looking distinctly the worse for it's encounter with nylon carpet. But, where to iron the trousers? The only option appeared to be on a couple of exposed floor boards that were originally covered by a small built in cupboard which had been removed to make room for when Alfie shared the room. Showing an outstanding degree of forethought Mark reasoned since he had never ironed anything and after what had just happened, it might just be an idea to first iron the inside of the legs before attempting that which showed. Kneeling down he laid the sacrificial trousers out on the floor he approached and threatened them with the iron which was still throbbing away on maximum heat. Plunging the hot iron onto the wet material had the effect of producing a cloud of scalding steam, which instantly enveloped his hand causing him to release the iron and withdraw it to the accompaniment of many, many, more expletives. After a few seconds of nursing his hand it dawned on him what many would have seen at the outset. With the steam having condensed it revealed the iron making quite an impression on the trouser leg in a distinctive triangular singe. Luckily it was near the top of the trouser leg, but as Mark saw to his horror it had deposited the residue of the carpet that had been stuck to the bottom of the iron. It was indeed further confirmation that desperate situations demanded a desperate measures and the situation was now certainly desperate, verging on despair. A steamy silence fell over the smouldering trousers. Suicide was one way out, but was not ideal when he'd planned to devote the rest of his life to serious self-abuse. Having unplugged the iron before he damaged anything else, Mark was deep in remedial thought, suddenly he sat up. There might just be another option if only he could get away with wearing the singed trousers for just one more day without his mother seeing them. First though it would be politically expedient if he were to go and see Martin to explain what had happened to the borrowed trousers. Delighted with his plan, which incidentally was of the doomed, best laid plans of mice and men variety, he resolved to call on Martin after the evening meal. Since groping Martin earlier, Andy had been feeling incredibly randy and could scarcely wait for tea to be over before rushing out to wait in the car for him to appear. He didn't have long to wait and started the engine as soon as he saw Martin approaching in the mirror, although what he didn't see was that Mark was also hurrying towards the car. "Right get in, lets go." said Andy on seeing the passenger door open. "Just hang on," said Martin putting his head inside and pulling the passenger seat forward to allow access to the rear, "`cause we got Mark as well." "Wot.. oh shit! Wot, he knows wot we's gonna do?" Andy looking across to see Mark's jeans through the window, surely they weren't bulging already! "D'you mind if I joins you?" asked Mark clambering into the rear seat, "I'd only popped in to tell Mart about his trousers and he said you wanted to go so I oughta come along for the ride." "No, no, I `spose not." replied Andy, secretly delighted at the prospect of handling Mark's wares. "Yer just going for a ride then?" Mark looked around as they set off down the road. "A ride?" said Andy to Martin. "Oh, so you ain't told him?" "Told him wot?" said Mark. "Well no you bloody prick, `cause I only just saw him now didn't I?" Martin turned to look behind. "Thing is Mark, we was just going out to have a wank!" "Wot!" he looked surprised, but quickly added, "Where too?" "Dunno, I think Andy knows a gert car park or some place!" said Martin looking at his brother. "Yeah, it ain't too far and it might be alright." said Andy, glancing down to see Martin's hand pushing on his fly. "Yer up already then?" Martin leant forward and stared at Andy's jeans. "So's you!" "And me!" came a voice from the back seat, plainly it was no time to be modest! "Mark, you don't have to do nothing, if you don't wants too," said Andy, "you can just watch if you wants." "Wot d'you mean, I don't have too?" Mark suddenly sat up and leant forward between the front seats. "Don't be bloody stupid, course I wants to do it with you!" "Thank fuck for that!" sighed Martin. "So wot colour pants you got on then?" "Yer gonna have to unzip me to find out! But, I bet I knows wot colour you got on!" "Oh piss off!" Martin flushed, everybody knew it was white, it was always white. Knowing he wasn't actually wearing anything under his jeans Andy grinned and shuffled on this seat. The fact he'd been brave enough to buy his own coloured underpants and endure his mothers biting insults meant he would never ever be embarrassed in having to wear schoolboy issue white Y-fronts again. "Sorry Mart, it's alright," said Mark putting a hand on his shoulder, "I knows it's fucking embarrassing wearing 'em, to be honest it was all I had till last term." "Yeah I knows, but... well, just don't fucking go on about it.." For Andy, getting to intimately know Martin's friends was exciting in the extreme. In pride of place there was Adam constantly flitting across his mind, who it seemed was always ready for sex in one form or the other. Now there was the offer of furthering his friendship with Mark, a boy who certainly appealed and it transpired had already been secretly masturbating with Martin. Since Mark and Adam were the same age as his brother, he didn't feel too guilty at joining in although deep down he knew he shouldn't be getting involved with them at all. If they weren't enough, there was one other boy who he would like to be alone with and whilst he fully recognised that he shouldn't even be contemplating anything of the sort his fantasies wouldn't stop. It was all the more tantalising since he knew the younger boy in question had been enthusiastically sexually active with both Martin and Mark. Besides which, Andy was quite sure that Alfie would be more than happy to become involved and was really only waiting for his invitation. So, having spectacularly failed to put such thoughts out of his mind he couldn't help wondering what it would be like to have the young mouth stretch wide to take the head of his cock and swallow a full load of his hot spunk. Feeling somewhat guilty over the real reason to have wanted to speak with Martin, it seemed to Mark to be as good a time as any to relay news of the disastrous state of the spare trousers. However, much to his relief the news was readily accepted by Martin who obviously thought that the trousers were pretty much on their last legs anyway and admitted he had been surprised that Mark could squeeze into them in the first place! He suggested if Mark returned them washed and semen free, then he might be able to persuade his mother to resew the rear seam so they could be used in an emergency. So the journey continued, heading towards the very same car park at Blaise Manor where Andy had so stupidly and painfully impaled himself on the screwdriver. Mark and Martin were passing the time by making crude jokes about what could happen when they arrived, whereas Andy had been driving on auto-pilot deeply immersed in fantasies of his two younger companions. On arriving at the park entrance he shook himself awake to face with the real question of whether he dare try to get his dream enacted. The answer was that had he only been there with Martin, then he probably would, but wouldn't it be fantastic if Mark could be persuaded to join in. "Cor, wot's this place then?" Mark looked around as they drove across an almost deserted car park. "Ain't many people yer is there?" "It was a sorta country estate place, but it belongs to the council now." said Martin. "Yeah, well it does get busy, but this carpark usually don't, `cause it really just sorta does for the sorta pretty garden bits," said Andy now heading for the same spot in the corner beneath the tall hedge he had parked in before, "see there's another entrance with a gert carpark that's right by the playing fields and all that stuff, so that's where most of 'em go innit Mart?" "Yeah," Martin nodded, "that's where we used to go to play football when we was younger and dad brought us." "So uumm..." Mark's cock was again painfully erect, "so.. wot we gonna do then?" "Uumm.." Martin looked at Andy, wondering who should take the lead. Andy was beginning to wish he had worn some underpants, the end of his cock was already slimy and pressing uncomfortably on the inside of his jeans. "Well, the first thing is whatever we do is gonna be with me door open so it don't look like we're doing something we shouldn't!" "That's clever." said Martin unaware that originally it had been Adam's suggestion. "Yeah, so Mart, if I sits here and Mark stands by me door, can you go over there somewhere," he said waving a hand in the general direction, "and wander around to see what you can see. Like, could you see if Mark had his cock out when he's standing next to me and hidden behind the door, d'you see wot I means?" "Cor, you've really thought this through ain't you?" Martin was impressed and more than happy to oblige to avoid being caught. "Right, I'll sorta wander about a bit then, where them other couple of cars is parked, don't seem to be nobody in `em." "You got it." said Andy. "Wot d'you really want me to get me cock out, now then?" Mark was rather surprised not only at the speed of events, but also that as yet he had not been physically intimate with Andy, only verbally. "Well just pretend for the minute, `cause if Mart can't see nothing then it'll be safe won't it, `cause it's the only fucking direction we can be seen from innit?" "Yeah, I `spose so." said Mark not feeling entirely at ease with him being the only one to expose himself, "so if I gets mine out, you gonna get yours out?" "Yeah, course, I `spose." said Andy suddenly realising why Mark was being hesitant. "Good, `cause I mean, we ain't never done nothing have we, we've only sorta talked about wanking and that and, and.. well yer a bit older ain't you?" "Oh, I see wot you mean." Andy looked up, the reference to his age hitting the target and his conscience. "Sorry, didn't mean to push you.. if you don't wanna do nothing, just say.. I.. just, I just thought you did?" "Mark, look Andy knows we've done things," said Martin, "so I guess he's a bit over excited and can't wait!" "Fuck!" replied Andy, it was far nearer the truth than Martin thought. "Now, lets get on with it, Martin get out and go over then, so he can try standing by me door." As Martin wandered off, Mark walked round to stand by Andy behind the open door. "You really alright doing this?" asked Andy looking up from his seat, well aware he was loosing all self-control and having great difficulty in keeping his hands off him. "Yeah, why not, it's a gert laugh innit?" Mark smiled. "Sorry about that just now, but it was just that.. well, we ain't done nothing before have we and I didn't want just get me cock out in the middle of a fucking carpark if nobody was gonna join me!" "I understand, uumm... `spose. ." Andy looked longingly at Mark's jeans, it wasn't too difficult to conclude that Mark had an erection. "`spose you stands a bit closer, we could have a practice!" "Practice, I dunno wot you mean." replied Mark with a very knowing look in his eye, he moved so close there was only a couple of inches between them. "Uumm..." Andy was oozing precum, his fingers were twitching, yet his conscience was preventing him putting a hand on Mark. "Go on, put yer hand on it give us a squeeze!" said Mark pushing himself forward. "Oh fuck!" Unable to resist Andy immediately did as he told, even with his trembling hand he could tell something was very hard inside Mark's jeans. "You been wanting to do that since we first met ain't you?" said Mark. "I knows." "How d'you know?" Andy looked very flushed, his secret no longer a secret. "How?" "Yer always looking at me trousers and you keeps dropping hints about wanking, I did wonder if you was a little bit queer, but I wouldn't mind if you was!" Mark winked and continued casually. "Course, then there's Alf and I knows you can't keep yer eyes off him especially when he plays with himself though his little shorts!" "Oh no! Oh fuck.." Andy looked pale, "but, but I wouldn't do anything... he's only..." "He's only twelve," Mark completed the sentence, "and after sharing me bedroom with him, I knows he wanks all the time and that he can't half suck!" "Suck!" gasped Andy, for the second time that afternoon imagining the same scene. "Now, course I knows you wouldn't do anything, so don't worry `cause I ain't saying nothing to him." he'd already noticed the wet spot on Andy's jeans. "He's gotta nice little willy, I reckon he'd love to wank with you, might even suck as well I reckon!" "He would suck me? A nice little willy?" mumbled Andy. "I'm sure he would, he thinks yer great and that the sun shines out of yer backside!" "He does?" "Yeah, he really does." Mark leant over and whispered. "D'you want me to ask him for you? I'm bloody sure he'd do it, course we wouldn't need to tell Mart would we?" ============================================================= Chapter 58 to follow