Date: Thu, 12 Feb 2015 23:54:18 +0000
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Lab Tech Chapter 10

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

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Chapter 10 – A firm rogering by a dextrous digit


"So will you?"

"If you really want me to."

"Next week?" Andy looked hopefully at Tim. "Where then?"

"I don't know. In fact I don't even know where you live, I mean just the
city, I don't want the actual address."

"Bristol." said Andy. "And you?"

"Same, Bristol. It's a big city, so meet where then?" asked Tim, "Somewhere
public so umm.. what about.. about... I know. What about that Wimpy bar on
Park Street?"

"Yeah. When?"

"It'll have to be Friday morning, I've other things I must do in between
and it's my last chance before starting my new job next week."

"Oh, right." Andy nodded in agreement, the meeting taking priority over any
other social matters. "Friday that would great."

"OK, now will you do something for me and explain a little of what this is
all about."

Having calmed down considerably Andy began to given a rather sketchy, if
jumbled account of events to date, from which it was obvious to Tim that he
needed some help to cope with the realisation that he was in all
probability, homosexual. Andy's situation was far from new, Tim having
accepted his own homosexuality early on had helped others come to terms
with it when he was at school and later at university. That aside, despite
the few years age difference the two had immediately seemed to get on very
easily with Andy almost deferring to Tim as an elder brother.

Now it was Tim's turn to look at Andy. "Look this is important, we're only
talking though things with the object of trying to sort you out a bit,
nothing else... no sex, you understand that?"

"Yeah but, we can still be friends can't we." said Andy happy in the
knowledge that he seemed to have found somebody he could confide in. Not
that there was anything against Peter who had been extremely helpful and
supportive, it was more that Tim was slightly younger and he didn't have to
work with him every day.

"If you want, yes, but," said Tim, "but, there's one more thing."

"Wot's that then?" Andy sounded worried, was something that could
jeopardise his new found friendship?

"At least do your fly up!"

"Oh shit!" he looked down. The fly was pretty much undone exposing the
white of his underpants, worse the jeans still quite wet in places with
some ominous stains all around the fly.

"I don't think your washing really helped, it looks like you just spread it
all about!"

"Shit!" repeated Andy pulling on the zip. "Hope mum don't notice."

"They'll be dry by the time you get home," Tim grinned, "but I'm not sure
about all the stains though!"

"Oi! Andy!"

"Oh fuck!" exclaimed Andy on looking up the promenade. "Oh no, fuck! It's
Martin and... and.. Adam."

"Which ones Adam?"

"The one nearest the sea wall." said Andy quietly. His composure was
visibly slipping, something quite obvious to Tim.

"Now calm down, hold yourself together like I told you," said Tim, "because
you've got to drive them home yet. I'll make a joke about finding you in a
total mess in the toilet."

"Don't, please don't say nothing to them that we're gonna meet up will
you?" asked Andy anxiously as they approached.

"No, no, that's nothing to do with them is it. That's our secret."

"Oh...uumm... Andy.. who...uumm.."

Martin looked at Adam, both being definitely somewhat surprised to realise
that sitting together on the sea wall the two had obviously been deep in
conversation.

Smiling Tim stood up having decided to take the lead since Andy looked as
though had gone totally flat again. "One of you must be Andy's brother?"

"Me, Martin." said Martin puzzled that a complete stranger appeared to know
of his existence.

"Sorry, I'm Tim," said Tim offering his hand, "I found Andy in a bit of
state in the toilet, looked as though he'd had a shower with his clothes
on! So we just sat here in the sun and chatted whilst he dried off a bit."

"Oh." Martin smiled back having satisfied himself that Tim quite obviously
wasn't a monster. "He's been gone so long we thought we ought to find him!"

"I'm Adam." he stepped forward and offered his hand, Tim took it. Even if
he hadn't been told of Adam's orientation he would have guessed, just as
Adam had a feeling that Tim wasn't all he seemed either.

"You dry then?" asked Martin looking at Andy.

"Nearly, another few minutes, sun's really hot here."

"Well I think I'll leave you all to it now that he's drying out so
quickly," Tim smiled and made to walk back down the promenade, "enjoy the
rest of your day."

"Ah, well I `spose we might as well have a rest for a minute as well then."
said Adam sitting down next to Andy on the wall.

"Good idea." Martin sat himself down on Andy's other side.

"Thanks, thanks for your help." called out Andy as Tim walked off, he
turned briefly and waved well aware that if he were to meet Andy again then
he shouldn't prolong contact with the other boys and raise their
suspicions.

"See wot you've been missing." said Martin to Andy.

"Wot?"

Andy sounded nervous wondering if the comment in some way referred to Tim,
not only that but he had a strange feeling in his stomach and couldn't
bring himself to look in Adam's direction.

"This," replied Martin reaching across in front of his brother and thrust
his hand between Adam's legs, "he ain't got no pants on!"

Martin's hand knew exactly what it was doing, with the head of Adam's cock
barely concealed by the leg of his shorts, it was soon in sight nestling on
the palm of his hand as his fingers worked the foreskin back.

"It's all hot and sticky!" exclaimed Martin in delight.

"Wot d'you expect after wot you done to it just now!" Adam grinned at
Martin, then turned to Andy. "You know yer brother's a real cocksucker, you
wanna get him to do you one night!"

"Keep yer bloody voice down!" said Martin looking round in alarm.

"Oh fuck! You're gonna get us all arrested!" added Andy in panic.

Under any other circumstances Andy would have been only too keen to have
taken an interest in the conversation, but with Adam present he wasn't sure
he could stop himself breaking down in front of Martin. Besides which, he
had just realised that sitting opposite a public toilet with two younger
boys, one with a hand up the others shorts whilst declaring the joys of
fellatio was not the ideal situation to be found in.

There was no denying that where sex was concerned both Adam and Martin were
very highly charged and couldn't really keep their hands off each
other. Martin, now totally liberated from his solo role was unable to
resist touching Adam, who in turn delighted in the fumbling attention he
was being subjected to.

Adam though was astute enough to know that he was very much the object of
both brothers desires and that Andy had pulled back from his previous
advances. The reasons for which he rightly surmised were that in addition
to Andy fearing his own homosexual desires, Martin had now entered the
picture and appeared insatiable.

Somehow without revealing too much of his confused state Andy managed to
get through the morning and into the early afternoon before using the
excuse of impending traffic as an excuse to start the homeward
journey. Other than some knowing glances, Adam purposely left Andy out of
the fun and games and focused his attention on Martin, who by now just
couldn't get enough of being groped.

Unfortunately for Andy the temptations of the flesh were not to be escaped
by merely driving them all home, especially since neither Adam nor Martin
were able to keep their hands off each other.

"We'll both go in the back." said Martin as they approached the car.

"Yeah." agreed Adam only too aware that both he and Martin had maintained
their erections since mid-morning.

"No! No. No, it'll be too distracting with you two fucking about if I've
gotta drive!"

"Oh!"

Much to Martin's surprise Andy sounded quite firm, "Mart you can come in
the front, `cause it's Adam turn to go in the back anyway innit?"

"Yeah, I `spose." disappointed Martin looked at Adam, "if that's wot you
want."

"It is." replied Andy thinking at least now he would not be sat next to
Adam.

"It's alright, I'll go in the back." Adam winked at Martin. "Anyway, be a
good chance to let me cock recover, you ain't left it alone since we been
out!"

"Well, you've been at mine as well."

"I can see that and it's still up innit!" Adam laughed.

"Yeah and I can see yours is too!" replied Martin bending down to look at
Adam's shorts.

"Oh fucking hell," interrupted Andy knowing it wasn't going to be long
before he was erect himself, "never mind yer cocks, just get in the bloody
car, let's get home."

"Keep yer hair on we're only having a laugh." said Martin.

"No, it's keep yer pants on!" Martin started to giggle and squeezed the
front of his shorts.

"I ain't got none on, yer brothers wearing mine!" Adam laughed.

"Fucking hell, will you get in the car!"

Andy opened the passenger door and pulled the front seat forward to allow
Adam to get in. Knowing he was wearing Martin's shorts without any
underpants, Adam squeezed past Andy purposely rubbing against him and then
bent over very slowly before turning round and sitting down at which point
Martin burst out laughing.

"Wot's up now?" asked Andy desperately trying to discourage his erection
from getting any harder after Adam had brushed against him.

"Well look!"

Martin pointed a wobbly finger towards Adam and the reddened head of his
cock that was sticking out of the leg of his shorts.

"Fucking hell!" breathed Andy unable to stop staring, savouring the sight
for yet another nightime fantasy.

"Andy, can't I go in the back?" asked Martin again.

"No you bloody can't! Get in the front and let's get out of here." he
snapped.

"Well fuck you too!" retorted Martin, surprised at Andy's sudden show of
temper.

"Sorry.. I'm sorry Mart.. I'm..." his voice trailed off, he looked at the
dashboard, "I'm, I'm not quite meself today."

"Mart, I think he's a bit overcome with it all." said Adam quickly on
seeing that Andy was wavering on the point of breaking down. "Let's face
it, it's been one hell of a seaside trip ain't it?"

"Yeah, alright, you're right. I `spose we've done things we ain't never
done before." Martin looked at his brother, he certainly didn't look his
usual happy self. "Hey, was that was that meant to be a joke, overcome?"

Adam laughed. "No, but yer bloody right, I think one way or the other we're
all a bit overcome."

"Well I am, I've done it three times since we've been here today!" Martin
nudged Andy and winked.

"Come on let's go home." replied Andy some weakly.

By the time they were nearly halfway back all had recovered their
equilibrium. Andy now feeling secure in the contained world of his car,
knowing he was going home where he could contemplate Adam in the comfort of
his own room was at last smiling again.

"Wot the fucks that!" exclaimed Martin, turning round to see the ankle of
Adam's right leg resting on the back of the seat behind his head.

"Just stretching a bit." replied Adam from the horizontal position lying
across the back seat.

"That all." said Martin having immediately noticed that he could see all
the way up the legs of Adam's shorts. He blinked and took a second look.

"For the minute!" Adam grinned.

"Well just keep yer bloody legs off my seat or we'll end up crashing or
something." said Andy after quickly glancing to see what the fuss was
about.

"It's alright you can leave it there, it's nice to rest me head on." said
Martin, turning to wink at Adam as he did so.

"That's wot I thought you might say." Adam pulled the left leg shorts to
one side allowing his cock to spring into view.

"Well as long as it's just his leg."

Andy, now almost back on a level keel thought it best to keep his eyes on
the road and try to ignore whatever else was happening between the two sex
charged boys.

"Wouldn't stretch that far anyway!" replied Adam with a laugh.

"Pity, you could have made a fortune with it in a circus!" retorted Andy.

Martin said nothing, knowing that his own cock was trying to burst from his
shorts. He watched open mouthed as Adam raised the temperature even further
by pushing a finger inside his foreskin to blatantly rub the sticky head
hidden within.

"Now," said Adam, knowing that Martin was totally mesmerised, "are you
sitting comfortably?"

"Wot? Why?" gasped Martin.

Adam didn't reply as such, instead putting the index finger of his right
hand across his lips to indicate that Martin should remain silent, before
pushing it inside his mouth and sucking it for a few seconds. Much to
Martin's amazement the finger was deliberately, very slowly withdrawn and
the arm lowered, the finger eventually disappearing up the opening formed
by the right leg of Adam's shorts.

"Hhhmmm..." murmured Adam, his facial expression confirming the utter
delight of the extensive anal exploration that was publicly taking place.

"Wot... wot..." Martin's voice was barely audible.

There was no doubt what the fingers were doing inside the shorts, never had
Martin expected to see anybody doing what he considered to be such a very
personal thing in public. That was not to say he hadn't tried it himself on
a few occasions, although combining the invariable thoughts of cleanliness
and a far too gentle approach were never destined to attain anything like
the level of satisfaction that Adam was currently enjoying.

Fully aware that Martin was in a very aroused state and correctly guessing
if he had been able he would probably have involuntarily ejaculated in his
shorts, Adam released the grip on his cock and after making the pretence of
checking the foreskin pushed it back under his shorts. Slowly the other
hand was withdrawn leaving Martin staring at the fingers wondering if there
were anything to see. Adam knowing exactly what was going through Martin's
mind simply sniffed the fingers and smiled.

"You two have gone quiet." said Andy breaking the silence. Taking his eyes
off the road to look over his shoulder to see that nothing untoward
appeared to be going on.

"Just enjoying the ride." replied Adam innocently from the back seat.

"Have.. do.. uumm.. Adam.. have you.." Martin was lost for words at what he
had just seen and was having difficulty in phrasing his question.

"Have do I wot?" asked Adam laughing at Martin's confusion.

"Well.. uumm... have you.. uumm.." unable to get his words in order he
simply blurted out the question that both he and his brother had always
wondered about.

"Have I wot?"

"Have you ever been fucked? Wot, wot.. I mean is.. how d'you really do it?"

Surprised at the bluntness of his brother question Andy listened, gripped
the steering wheel tighter but said nothing.

"Oh yeah, loads!" Adam sounded almost nonchalant, he wasn't exaggerating,
it was the truth and he most certainly had a taste for it. "Course I have!
Wot else can you do nights in a boarding school!"

"You mean somebody shoves their cock up yer bum.. is that wot really
happens?"

Martin was past being embarrassed at showing his ignorance and simply
wanted some answers. Andy continued to listen with great interest, although
having some first hand knowledge of the subject from his dreadful
experience when he was younger and abused by the older boys.

Adam knowing he had finally brought the conversation round to what he
really wanted to talk about decided to make the brothers an offer he hoped
they could not and would not refuse.

"You two could fuck me if you wanted to know how to do it properly!"

"Wot! Fuck you!" said Andy in total surprise. "You're bloody joking?"

"No I ain't, I likes you both. Obviously you couldn't do it at the same
time, have to be on different days to be fair wouldn't it?"

"You really mean it?" Martin sounded incredulous. "Honest? Nah, yer fucking
joking!"

"No I ain't. Course I want you to, wouldn't say so otherwise would I? And,
well besides.."

"Besides wot?" interrupted Martin excitedly.

"Since leaving that other school I've been fucking missing it ain't I!"
Adam looking a little pink managed a big grin. "I wanna cock to shoot a
gert load of hot spunk up me bum! I'm tired of wanking with a bloody carrot
stuffed up it!"

"Oh fucking hell!" said Andy under his breath knowing he couldn't possibly
resist, something confirmed by his heart feeling as though it had missed
several beats.

"Carrots?" queried Martin in total innocence.

"Yeah, you'll need some lube as well."

"Wot's lube?" asked Martin naively.

"Don't you know nothing?" said Adam on realising Martin was an absolute
innocent.

"Not a lot," embarrassed Martin shook his head, "only wot I've worked out
for meself."

"Lube. Anything, soap or hand cream that will make the carrot slip up yer
bumhole!"

"Oh." Martin now felt a bit of fool, it was so obvious. "I didn't think."

"Well if you've never done it, then you wouldn't know would you?" said Adam
seeing how silly Martin thought he appeared and certainly wasn't out to
embarrass either brother. "One day this half-term week I think you gotta
have a lesson about how healthy carrots and other things is for you!"

"It will be this week?" asked Martin anxiously. "Other things?"

"I hope so, but me mum wants me to go with her and see some of her mouldy
old relations or something and I don't know what day she's got in mind."

"You will let us know won't you?" this time it was Andy who sounded
anxious.

"Course I will, `cause I can't bloody wait much longer either!" he
grinned. "If we can't all fit it in this week, we'll maybe try the weekend
or one evening."

"Right." said Martin unable to believe what was promised to be in store. He
looked across at Andy who was plainly having difficulty trying to
concentrate on the road.

"Now, work out who's going first," Adam grinned, "or maybe you should toss
for it!"




The half-term week seemed to have had gone pretty quickly and by Thursday,
Andy having had a couple of days respite from seeing Adam had managed to
get his emotions back under some form of control. That was not to say that
thoughts of the younger Adam could be readily entertained without a guilty
conscience, but at least he could give himself some latitude.

Later that same morning Martin found he was to be taken, albeit very
unwillingly after a disagreement with his mother, to buy some new school
shoes. Despite his protestations that he was quite capable of buying a pair
of shoes on his own, it was not to be and they set off leaving Andy with
strict instructions from his mother to listen out for the postman since she
was expecting a parcel.

However knowing it was rare to be left in the house when everybody else was
out, Andy immediately formulated a plan to pass the time based on a fantasy
of what he and Adam would be doing to each other when the opportunity to
fuck him finally came around. After a rapid trip to the kitchen he ran back
upstairs to the bathroom clutching what to him appeared to be the most
perfect brace of carrots, next the bathroom cabinet was equally rewarding
and yielded his mothers bottle of Nivea hand lotion.  Back in the bedroom
he arranged the pillows so that he could lie on the bed with his bottom
raised and his legs, bent at the knee dangling over the low footboard of
the bed, the accoutrements lying by the bed.

All that now remained was to insert the designated carrot in the
appropriate orifice, conjure up visions of Adam and masturbate until he
reached a state of oblivion. Although in all honesty, it should be said
that Andy was a mere novice when it came to vegetables and matters of the
sphincter. Previous attempts at attaining anal satisfaction were not very
authoritative as the essential lack of a firm rogering by a dextrous digit
were doomed to non-climatic failure.


This time though he was really excited. Sporting a magnificent erection so
hard it almost ached and dressed in Adam's very misshapen, heavily stained
Y-fronts he lay on the pillows with his bottom in the air and his legs
dangling over the footboard. Convinced that he was about to experience the
earth move or at the very least, manage to actually insert the smaller of
the two carrots and then pretend it was Adam's cock inside him he took a
deep breath.

Selecting up the smaller carrots from the floor beside the bed, he squirted
some of the Nivea into the palm of his hand and rolled the carrot around in
it until it was thoroughly slippery. Of course only then did he consider
that filling his palm with a runny lotion was not a particularly good idea
since gravity intervened and there were no real means of getting the
lubricant up to the appropriate orifice without it running back down. A
minor problem he thought, grasping the carrot so tightly that the lotion
started to squeeze between his fingers he pushed his hand inside the
briefs, inadvertently coating everything in it's path with the scented
liquid.

The next step of fumbling around with slippery fingers whilst trying not to
loose the carrot and simultaneously prod his sphincter into submission was,
he considered well worth all the effort even if somewhat messy. Eventually,
pleasure took precedence over worries of personal hygiene and he found a
finger firmly inserted deep into the awaiting hole to be very enjoyable. If
it only took a finger could produce such feelings, then whatever might the
slippery carrot offer! After further fumbling and much prodding he decided
that although not as yielding as the finger the carrot was nevertheless a
more filling experience. Why he reasoned hadn't he bothered with it before,
whatever he was now quite determined to run a repeat in the future,
particularly having also discovered the joys of sliding the carrot in and
out against the pull of the sphincter muscle whilst masturbating with his
other hand.

Having now recognised that not only was the lowly carrot of great
nutritional value that helped you seen in the dark but, as many an
adventurous adolescent had discovered it possessed hidden qualities. Using
yet more of his mothers precious hand lotion to aid the continuing
masturbation he looked down at the floor to see the larger specimen looking
enticingly back in his direction. The more he looked at it the more he
concluded that with that fully inserted he really could pretend it was
Adam's cock inside him.

Continuing to staring at the large carrot on the floor beside the bed, he
managed to remove his hand from his cock and quite successfully manoeuvre
it inside his briefs it to grasp the smaller carrot and keep it inserted
whilst reaching to the floor to preparing the larger one with his other
hand. Managing to keep wiggling the small carrot whilst bringing up the
bigger one he pushed it under the elastic of his briefs, adding yet more
hand lotion to the pillows beneath. Feeling very pleased with himself and
looking forward to a lightening carrot type changeover he pushed the small
carrot right in one last time.

Totally immersed in the ongoing fantasy, he felt now ready for the Adam
sized vegetable and gripping the end of the small carrot prepared to pull
it out.

Rrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiinnnnnnningggggggggggg went the doorbell!

"Fucking assholes!" he exclaimed having been so abruptly awaken from his
dream he virtually leapt off the bed in surprise.

"It's that fucking parcel!" he added with considerable feeling landing back
on top the pile of soggy pillows.

Only then did he realise the baby carrot he had been holding had
disappeared!

Rrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiinnnnnnningggggggggggg went the doorbell for a second
time!

Wherever the carrot had gone he didn't care, utter panic was now the order
of the day. Not wishing to upset his mother further after her heated
altercation with Martin earlier over the shoes, he bowed to parcel power
and set about getting at least some of his clothes back on in order to
answer the front door as quickly as he could.

Naturally, his clothes had been thrown over the other side of the bed in
the initial excitement so he grabbed at what clothes were lying
nearest. Thus, partially dressed in the old trousers and shirt he used for
mending the car, replete with hand lotion soaked underpants, no socks he
rushed out of the room. Still trying to fasten the trousers as he headed
for the stairs it seemed only to be expected that his bottom and anal tract
would be feeling rather odd after an inaugural anal session such as he had
just enjoyed. There wasn't really time to dwell on the matter despite the
fact it did feel very odd, uncomfortable to the point where for a fleeting
moment he wondered if he had really hurt himself in the pursuit of
pleasure.

Thundering down the stairs three at a time and landing with an enormous
crash at the bottom he discovered to his absolute horror such an excess
display of energy, on top of all the previous anal exercise it really felt
as though he had now performed an involuntary bowel movement! For a few
moments he simply froze on the spot, unable to contemplate anything more
embarrassing.

Rrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiinnnnnnningggggggggggg went the doorbell for the third
time!

"Just hang on!" he shouted.

Gingerly holding the seat of his trousers he felt around, the threadbare
material was already feeling wet from the excess of hand lotion absorbed by
his briefs. Far worse than that, he now knew that there was indeed
something hot trapped between his buttocks.

Rrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiinnnnnnningggggggggggg went the doorbell for the fourth
time!

"Whoever you are why don't you just fuck off!" he said to himself angrily
on approaching the front door.

Keeping his legs tightly clamped together for fear of an unmentionable
accident that would do justice to a nappy he fumbled with the lock, his
fingers slippery with Nivea.  Keeping out of sight he opened the door just
enough to peer cautiously outside.

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Chap 11 to follow