Date: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 11:27:30 +0000 From: tom Subject: The Lab Technician - Chapter 7 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 comments, suggestions, good bad or indifferent always welcome. Tom email: amias09@fastmail.fm And, a happy Christmas to all readers. #################################################################### Chapter 7 – A ride on the donkeys "He said once we'd turned into this road from the High Street end, his house was on the left about halfway down, apparently it's got a dark blue front door." The houses in the tree lined road comprised mainly large Victoria terraced bay villas, with a few pairs of semi-detached houses at the far end. "That looks like it then." Andy pulled into the kerb and peered across Martin, sat in the passenger seat to see the number on the front door. "That's number twenty nine is that right?" "I don't know you fucking wally, you're the one he told!" Andy sighed. "Well hang on, I think so, I'll check." Martin extricated a very crumpled piece of paper from his shorts pocket and stared at it. "Yeah, that's it. Big houses ain't they?" "Bigger inside than our's I `spect." said Andy looking around. "Well don't hang about, go and bang on the bloody door then!" "Bollocks!" replied Martin getting out onto the pavement. "I'll go ring the bell then!" "Ring the bell, bang the door just bloody get on with it then." Andy grinned. Watching Martin walk up the garden path and aim a finger at the bellpush, was the precise moment at which Andy's previous self-confidence all but evaporated. The previous evenings masturbation fantasies and subsequent thoughts of spending the day with Adam had until that point kept his pulse racing. However, now with the moment fast approaching when Adam would be actually sat in the car beside him his nerve had gone, feeling very unsure of himself he was wishing he had never agreed to go in the first place. It promised to be an incredibly awkward afternoon since whilst Andy knew was very attracted to the younger boy, as yet he unable to reconcile his physical desires for him with his inability to concede that he was himself probably homosexual. Had he realised it, he was in a far from unique situation as it was something faced by countless teenage boys. The honest approach to Andy's sexuality that had been carefully counselled by Peter and then further underlined by Adam himself, who freely admitted to his own homosexuality was lost in the storm of emotions which now raged inside him. It was promising to be a most perplexing day at the beach. Seconds later he was confronted by his alter ego, standing by the open car door wearing a pale blue polo shirt with some rather tight looking tan shorts which only served to emphasis what was inside. "Shall I go in the front or the back?" asked Adam looking directly at Andy. "You can go in the front now and I'll go in the front coming back." Martin answered the question. "Did you bring your swim stuff?" "Think so," Adam indicated to the blue duffle bag as he tilted the front forward to allow Martin into the back of the car, "you alright Andy, you ain't said anything yet." "Uumm.." Andy swallowed hard. The very sight of Adam had been enough to produce an erection of monumental proportions, he prayed it wouldn't be noticed. Adam smiled, having sensed the sexual chemistry he moved to get in the car and caught Andy's eye as he glanced rather knowingly at lump in his jeans. "Yeah... uumm... fine." croaked Andy, who on knowing his erection had been noticed compounded his embarrassment further by going bright red. "You should have worn your shorts like us two," said Adam calmly, "you'll get hot in them jeans on the beach." "He won't, wear 'em," said Martin, as Andy started the engine, "he's never worn shorts, he don't do sunbathing or anything." "Well he could sunbathe in his pants, nobody would notice." said Adam taking the opportunity to immediately bring a sexual element into the conversation. Whilst both brothers appealed to him sexually, it was Andy who he still assumed to be barely a couple of years older that currently held his attention. "We could all do that," said Martin laughing, "I will if you will." "They white ones Mart?" enquired Adam casually. "Course they are ain't you seen 'em at school when we change and yours is white ain't they?" "You've looked then?" Martin blushed. "Wot?" "White, wot else?" Adam turned to Andy, who so far had remained silent, "Will you do it?" "I.. I.. but isn't it a bit.. well, uumm.. risky?" "Be alright, bit of a laugh." said Martin. "Who's gonna notice if we're well up the beach away from the pier end where most people go." Andy wasn't only stuck for words, he was stuck next to a younger boy who's body he desperately wanted to explore and was now being asked if he would parade on the beach in his underpants. "I.. I.. might do.." he finally croaked "Bloody hell, he must like you!" said Martin from the back seat. "Even I haven't seen him in pants!" "Fuck off!" muttered Andy. "Well I don't mind if he does and we might end up doing it, `cause these shorts is too bloody tight, I must have grown since last year." said Adam who much to Andy's consternation and diminishing level of driving concentration, now started to shuffle about on the seat whilst seemingly extricating the shorts from being stuck in his crack. "You know we could always swop shorts, `cause you're a bit bigger than me!" said Martin. "And, these have gotta elastic waistband." "You saying I'm fat?" Adam laughed. "A bit bigger than me anyway!" "Cheeky sod! Alright, when we gets to the beach." replied Adam turning round to look at Martin. "That is if these ain't cut me balls off first." "Just don't get blood on me seat then!" said Andy doing his best to sound normal, even if his heart was banging so hard he was sure it was audible. "I'll try not to," replied Adam looking down at Andy's jeans, "will it take long to get there now?" "About forty minutes if the traffics not too bad." mumbled Andy staring straight ahead and not daring to look in Adam's direction. "We're doing fine." Unseen in the back seat, Martin pushed his hand down the front of his shorts and adjusted his growing erection. Quite unaware that Adam had already coerced Andy into mutual masturbation the previous week, after the talk of parading around in their underpants he had been considering how to steer the conversation further towards the subject of masturbation. Never for one moment thinking that his dream of a such a detailed conversation, let alone actually masturbating each other on the beach could ever come to fruition he closed his eyes and squeezed the head of his cock through his briefs. Although, as he was to later find out, there was no need of such thoughts since Adam had already made his mind up that the two brothers were to be seduced as soon as he could manipulate the situation to his favour. "Did you bring a towel and your swim things Andy?" asked Martin, knowing full well that from family holidays and thoughts of displaying his body he probably hadn't. "I gotta towel," he paused, knowing full well that was all he'd brought, "and, I think I put in me swimming trunks." "We can all go in for dip then." Adam winked at Martin. "Just remember it's bloody Weston we're going to innit," he replied laughing, "it might have a gert sandy beach, but this ain't the real seaside, it's on the Bristol channel!" "Wot's that mean then?" asked Adam. "But, there's a sandy beach isn't there?" "Oh yeah the beach is alright, but it ain't clear blue water, more a sorta muddy shitty colour! It's Weston innit!" "Oh, I didn't realise that, I `spose it's not on the sea is it." Adam turned to look back at Martin who still had his hand inside his shorts. "Oh.." Martin flushed at being caught. "Well," Adam grinned, "we'll have to see what else we can do... any ideas how we could pass the time?" "Uumm.. we could have ride on the donkeys." Martin quickly pulled his hand out leaving what was plainly a swelling inside, he replied rather hesitantly, ", or or uumm.. well, we could build some sandcastles!" "Got the buckets and spades then?" asked Andy unaware of his brothers acute embarrassment. "Yeah, I'm sure we can erect something!" Adam winked at Martin. "First though, did you mean really mean it about swopping shorts, `cause it feels as though me legs is getting cut off in these." With the situation and sexual innuendo moving faster than he had ever anticipated Martin gulped and merely nodded having realised that Adam was now taking charge of matters in hand. Used as a rest stop by many lorry drivers, the layby like many others was actually part of the old main road that been left when the main road had been widened. As such it was a couple of hundred yards long and separated from the newer section of road by a scrappy belt of trees and an unkept hedge on the other side. Looking around as he pulled into side to park Peter was disappointed to see only one other car parked, a blue Ford Escort estate and he pulled up some thirty yards behind it. Seconds after he had turned the engine off he noticed that the brake lights of the estate flashed a couple of times, smiling to himself he knew he was in business and reached for the door handle. Had Tim been around earlier to answer his telephone, Peter would happily have settled for another session of man sex, corporal punishment or whatever Tim had wanted even if it was only a day or so after the last. As it happened there had been no reply and so Peter feeling as incredibly randy as he was, had been reduced to cruising the highways and byeways of England for casual sex. Walking slowly past he noticed the Escort's rear compartment was full of cardboard boxes from which Peter deduced it was probably a sale's rep's car. The drivers window was already lowered with an arm resting on the door, on looking down he could see an opened newspaper balanced across the steering wheel to purposely obscure the view inside. "Would you have the time?" asked the voice through the open window. "If you have the inclination!" replied Peter. "Certainly have." In one swift movement the newspaper was whisked away to reveal both trousers and white briefs crumpled around the legs. Standing proudly up was a very solid erection, the foreskin pulled back leaving the head glinting in the sunlight. "Hhmm... oh, bloody hell," Peter paused as he devoured the sight, "that makes two of us." The arm moved from the door and a hand reached out to cup the front of Peter's jeans. "Feels like you're not doing too badly yourself, now are you?" Peter laughed, "No, I suppose not." "Well come on, get in before we get interrupted!" Peter literally ran round to the other side of the car, pulling the passenger door open he threw himself on the seat and looked excitedly towards his new companion. "Fucking hell! Peter! Oh fuck...no! "What! No! Not you as well?" Peter looked in horror at the man he instantly recognised in the driving seat. "Bloody hell, Frank what the fucking hell are you doing here?" "Same as you I suppose, hoping to get wanked off!" replied an equally shocked Frank Pritchard. "Oh shit!" "You're the last person I thought I'd see here." Frank suddenly began to laugh as the absurdity of the situation sank in. "I never thought you played on the other side of the fence." "Didn't think you did either." Peter took a deep breath. "That was a real shock." "Pete, I can't do anything now," said Frank as he started to pull his trousers up to cover his rapidly shrinking organ. "Sorry." "Don't worry, I can't either now. Shit, what a shock that was!" Peter began to visibly relax somewhat. "Frank, I'd never have guessed you were into this, I mean.. well, you're married with kids aren't you?" "Yeah, two." Frank nodded and looked quite ashamed. "I can't help it Pete, it's price you pay for going to boarding school isn't? You get a taste for it." "I guess, but I don't really know as I just went to a regular day school." "You might say it was the complete education in every sense." Frank grinned as he finishing zipping up his trousers. "Anyway Pete, I thought you were married as well?" "Was. We've split up now." replied Peter looking at the floor. "She caught me in bed with some bloke I'd picked up." "Oh fucking hell!" Frank raised his eyebrows. "Well at least you did it properly!" "Yeah, well maybe it was for the best," he paused, "marriage seemed a good idea at the time, but to be honest since a kid I've always known it's cock I want, not cunt!" "I suppose I'm a bit different in that I really love my wife and the kids, but well.." Frank looked at Peter, "but, after boarding school, like I said I'd developed a taste for male sex. It's purely a physical thing and doing something in places like this, well it's such a turn on as long as it's safely miles from home." "Couldn't agree more, the thought of getting caught with some strange bloke in a parked car adds a certain spice to it!" Peter grinned. "And, to think when I saw all the cardboard boxes I thought you were some randy bloody sales rep!" "Oh, that," Frank turned and looked behind the front seats, "truth is I've been clearing out some stuff from my mothers house and was just taken by the urge to park up here on the way home just to see what happened." "Well it certainly happened, didn't it!" Peter laughed. "I've been feeling randy all morning and thought I'd cruise around to see if I could get myself wanked off!" "D'you go cottaging as well?" "Sometimes, but with the school catchment area I'm very careful and I guess that's why we are both here because we're well away from it." "Exactly. The school, that's the point," said Frank, "I can't imagine what would happen if they knew of our, what shall I say, activities?" "I bloody well they never do!" Peter looked a little shocked at the suggestion. "I assume you are equally careful?" "My god, of course I am," Frank looked equally worried as he spoke, "could you imagine news getting out that the grammar school was employing two practising, well what are we? Queer or would homosexual make it sound any more palatable?" "That's blunt, but honest. We're both in positions of trust at a boy's only school." Peter drew a deep breath. "Doesn't sound good when you say it like that does it?" "Hhmm... no, it doesn't," replied Frank slowly, "think a senior teacher and the chief laboratory technician. Imagine that in the papers!" "I couldn't, let alone the consequences." Peter looked across at Frank and took a deep breath. "Frank, you're not into the boys are you?" "What! No. Never." "Sorry, I didn't think you were, but I had to ask." said Peter. "Sorry. It's not my thing either, nice to look at and remember what I was up to at that age, but that's as far as it goes." "I was going to ask you the same thing." "No problem, I totally understand." Frank smiled. "Now, come on let's get out of here before somebody thinks we're going to do something we shouldn't!" With the car parked well up the promenade away from the other visitors the boys started carrying their bags across the road and down the few steps to the beach. Martin and Adam walked in front with the towels and picnic whilst Andy followed holding the rolled up canvas windbreak in front to hide his erection. Following Adam was not the best idea since Andy's eyes were drawn to the rear of his shorts, so tightly stretched across his buttocks that the outline of his briefs was really prominent. Averting his gaze and willing himself to think of anything but Adam, he inadvertently glanced at the rear of Martin's shorts and immediately then focused on the outline of his briefs as he walked. By the time they had all reached the beach Andy's erection was straining in his jeans and he found himself unable to resist looking at either his brother's or Adam's shorts. "This do then?" asked Martin turning to Adam once they were on the sand. "See, the place is usually empty this far up, always is `cause most people stay down by at the pier end." "Amazing, wot a gert big beach." Adam looked up and down. "Sand's good as well, but yer right about the water it certainly ain't blue!" Andy coughed to clear his throat in an effort to contribute something to the conversation instead of just standing there fixated with Adam and holding onto the windbreak . "Shall we put this up... uumm.. stop the sand blowing about?" "Up?" Martin grinned. "Oh the windbreak?" "Well there's no wind, but since we brought it, why not?" said Adam, he walked over and took it from Andy which immediately revealing his bulging jeans. "Give us a bit of privacy as well won't it?" "Wot... wot for..." stuttered Andy going bright red. "Wotever you want, I `spose." Adam winked at Andy and turned to Martin. "I mean, well, 'cause we gotta change shorts for one thing ain't we Mart?" "Oh yeah!" said Martin enthusiastically reaching out to take the wooden poles from Adam. "Come on let's get it up." "I think somebody is already, isn't he?" replied Adam which in turn made Martin glance at Andy. "D'you think it's the thought of sunbathing in his pants!" "Oh fucking shut up!" hissed Andy under his breath, totally thrown that they both now knew of his erection, walking rather slowly and awkwardly he headed towards the waters edge mumbling. "I'm just gonna look at... the.." "The water?" Martin grinned as he completed the sentence. "Yeah, the fucking water!" Andy was entirely interested in looking at the brown water. Being far, far more interested in the soggy cotton of his underpants, since his state of continuing arousal had almost culminated in an involuntary ejaculation. Hoping he wasn't spotted pushing his hand down the front of his jeans, he attempted to rearrange the oozing member into a more comfortable position. "Adam, I gotta say this," said Martin as he watched Andy move off, "look, he's a bit shy about showing his body, there's a reason for it, but please don't ask." "Sorry, I just didn't know, so that's why he's a bit funny about it." Adam was quite contrite. "Wot, well wot do we do then, do we say anything or wot?" "Nothing really," Martin paused and thought for a moment, "we just carries on as before I `spose, except we try not to embarrass him too much." "OK, but wot about you?" "Wot d'you mean, wot about me?" "You know wot I mean." Adam didn't need to add anything else since he rubbed the front of his shorts as he spoke. "Wot, oh you mean about swapping shorts?" said Martin missing the innuendo. "And.." "And? Oh... that?" Martin swallowed, suddenly realising it was the moment he'd been secretly dreaming about since he become friends with Adam. "Mart.. I think we really want to do something to each other, don't we, `cause I do." Martin nodded vigorously, whilst wondering if his erection was that obvious. "You'd said you like boys and you really bloody do, don't you?" "Mart, I'm what they call queer, but I think you've guessed that already." Adam looked him directly in the eye. "I wondered if you were, other boys at school have said it as well, in fact Terry told me to watch out if I was alone with you." flushed, Martin looked down at the sand, scuffing his foot before adding with some considerable embarrassment. "But, I said I thought I'd be safe with you." "Oh fucking hell, yeah course you're safe!" Adam laughed. "Nobody understands, I ain't gonna put a spell on you or eat you or nothing! For fucks sake, I just prefer boy's cocks to girl's fannies, that's all there is to it." "I'd hoped you might have said something like that." replied Martin, understandably now seeming slightly nervous, it was a subject that he'd never considered in depth and didn't know the first thing about other than through schoolboy rumour. "Truth is I ain't never been out with a girl anyway." "You don't have to do nothing if you don't want to, but if you do I'd like it and I `spect you might as well." Adam smiled. "Besides, even if you don't want to, I'd hope we could stay friends and forget we ever said anything at all. So it's really up to you." "But Adam, I ain't never done nothing with a girl, let alone a boy." Martin blushed at the admission. "I don't know wot I'm `sposed to do anyway, other than maybe we have a wank." "Never?" "No, never. Only when Andy caught me having a wank and we've done it together once.." his voice trailed off, plainly his experience was nothing compared to what Adam had enjoyed at boarding school. "Well, we could start by having that wank couldn't we? In fact we don't even have to touch each other if you don't want too." Adam smiled reassuringly and moved closer. "Mart, let's face it we've both had hard on's since we left!" "Shit! You've noticed?" "Course I've noticed! Just look at it!" Martin looked down, flushed and then laughed. "Oh fuck!" "And yer brother, he's been trying to hide one since we left as well. Hey, d'you know if he's tried boys or girls?" "No. I don't think he has. Either. Ever." said Martin thoughtfully. "Please don't tell him that I said so, but I don't reckon he knows any more than I do." It was an honest reply even though Martin didn't know Adam and Andy had already masturbated together. Now though, it was time for Martin to naively voice the oldest question in the book although it was the one that was actually seldom asked. "Adam... if we were to, you know.. uumm.. do something.. "Martin stuttered bravely on, "well uumm... would doing things make me... well, become queer as well?" "Not unless you're sorta made that way, I knew I liked boys from when I was very young. I've done things with loads of boys at boarding school, `cause that's wot we did and it didn't made `em all queer. Think about it, half a dozen boys who've just learnt to wank all sleeping in the same room night after night, something's bound to happen. Besides it's nice to do it with yer friends, d'you see?" "Oh right, I see, I `spose yer right. Put a bunch of boys put in a room for a night and somebody would be bound to start wanking." Martin thought for a moment, "I never thought of it like that before, bloody hell!" "Look Mart, you wanks in yer bedroom, I wanks in my bedroom, so why don't we have a wank together on the beach just for the fun of it?" "Wot! How d'you know I wanks in me bedroom?" exclaimed Martin, immediately realised what a stupid thing it was to say. "Oh shit! It's so fucking obvious innit?" "You silly bugger, of course it's fucking obvious! What boy don't wank in his own bedroom!" Adam laughed. "Still, at least you didn't say you didn't, like some do!" "Let's get this windbreak thing up while I think about it." Martin began to push the corner poles into the sand with Adam tightening the length of red and white striped canvas behind him. It didn't take more than a couple of minutes to erect and was positioned at Adam's insistence well away from the promenade with the open side facing the water. "See, the top of it is taller than our waists so even if you stood up in it without yer shorts nobody could see anything unless they was out to sea or in a bloody helicopter!" Adam grinned. "So if you did wanna swop shorts or something, then nobody would be able to see anything would they?" Martin looked down the empty stretch of beach towards the pier where the other sun worshippers had made camp, then back to windbreak. "No, no they wouldn't see anything, yer dead right." "So, if nothing else we could change into our swim things without being seen." said Adam enthusiastically. "And, if we lays the rug out inside, then we won't get covered in bloody sand if we're wet." "Or," Martin looked coyly at Adam, "or now, well.. uumm... so well, then maybe we could swop shorts like we said we would?" Adam smiled, Martin was now more than curious. But, what about his brother Andy? Indeed, what about Andy? The truth was he wasn't having much luck at maintaining his composure at all and really didn't know how he would get through the rest of the day. Besotted with Adam, with the vision of the tight shorts seared into his mind, Andy's near permanent erection was becoming ever more painful and not helped by the steady flow of precum oozing inside his briefs. Knowing he couldn't stay by the water for the rest of the day, he plucked up all his courage, turned and started to walk back to see the newly erected windbreak. Unfortunately, his briefs wet and slimy with precum ensured that with each step the head of his cock slid around inside, heightening the odds that the visual stimulation would probably result in an involuntary ejaculation. "Here's Andy." said Martin, both turned to watch him walk with what appeared to be some difficulty the last few yards to the windbreak. "Oh yeah. But why's he walking so funny?" "Fuck knows, maybe a gert fish jumped up and bit him on the bum!" Martin laughed. "Hey," said Adam, his eyes instantly drawn to the sunlight shimmering on the wet spot that was front of Andy's jeans, "looks like he's wet himself or..." "Or wot?" Adam's face turned into a huge grin. "Can't you guess?" ####################################################################### Chap 8 to follow