Date: Thu, 26 Feb 2015 09:12:51 +0000
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: The Lab Technician Chapter 11

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 11 - The complete toy set


"You've taken your time, what have you been up to?"

"Oh fuck! No, no!" Andy turned very pale on seeing Adam standing on the
doorstep grinning.

"You alright? Wot's no, mean then?"

"I don't fucking know!"

It was the truth, now faced with the boy whom he had been fantasising over
only minutes before Andy really didn't know what to think.

Adam tried to peer round the door, "You ain't got somebody in there have
you?"

"No."

"Well then, ain't you gonna invite me in then?" Adam looked him up and
down. "You sure you're alright? You look a right fucking mess, gawd you
ain't even got no socks on!"

"Yeah, I `spose so." Andy sounded confused, his arbitrary reply could be in
answer to either of Adam's two questions.

"Well I really come round to see Mart to give him his shorts back, but
you'll do." Adam smiled and offered the plastic bag. "They've been washed
and that."

"He ain't here, he's out with mum." slowly reaching out to take the bag
Andy moved back to the wall allowing the front door to open just enough to
let Adam step inside the hallway. "You'd better come in then."

"You look like shit!" said Adam, really quite surprised at Andy's
appearance.

"Yeah."

"You sure you're alright?" asked Adam. In fact he was quite turned on by
Andy's dishevelled appearance particularly the tight and threadbare
trousers which didn't leave much to the imagination.

"Yeah. Shit was right!"

With that Andy's mind returned to what he had just felt appear in his
trousers, fearing it could turn out to be the most humiliating experience
in his life.

"You just got up or something?" at that point Adam broke into a broad
grin. "Hey... hang on, I know... you ain't been doing it... you bloody well
have ain't you?"

Andy just stood there for a second then blushed immediately knowing that
Adam was absolutely correct in his implication. "Fuck you!"

"Well I wanna fuck you, d'you want to? You bloody do don't you?" eagerly
replied Adam. "Well, we gonna do it?"

Andy didn't dare answer, instead he quickly turned and set off down the
hall. Three steps in and he stopped. Frozen to the spot he could feel
something warm and slimy sliding down the inside of his leg.

"Wot's wrong?" asked Adam again. "Honest, Andy we could fuck each other,
I'm really fucking randy now!"

No reply.

Adam's cock was rapidly rising on seeing the unmistakable outline of Andy's
briefs through the thin trousers.

"The back of yer trousers is all wet, you dirty sod just wot have you been
doing here alone?"

"No. Please, no!" muttered Andy to himself on feeling the sensation of
whatever it was, which had now slid down to his calf.

Seconds later Adam positively erupted in uncontrollable laughter.

Fearing the very worst Andy slowly turned his head to see Adam literally
falling to the floor and rolling around in hysterics whilst pointing at the
bare feet.

"A fucking carrot's just fallen out yer trousers!"

"Wot!" exclaimed Andy immediately looking down to his bare feet and seeing
the carrot glistening on the floor.

"You've been fucking yerself with a carrot!" Adam hooted with
laughter. "That's wot you been doing, that's why you look so guilty!

Despite the utter embarrassment of the being caught Andy actually managed a
very red faced if sheepish grin, only too well aware of his lucky
escape. "You cunt!"

"Look.. oh yeah, I'll be yer cunt!" Adam, still lying on the floor suddenly
ripped open the fly of his jeans to expose the front of his underpants
bulging obscenely.

"Fuck!" exclaimed Andy.  "My carrot is the real thing.. you can rub
it.. suck it.. stick up yer bum..." encouraged Adam, "Andy,
please.. please.. you can do wot you want to it... I really bloody want
it... please... please..."

In silence they looked at each other for what seemed an age until Andy
slowly bent down and picked up the offending carrot, staring at it and
rolling it through his fingers then he looked down at Adam.

"You can fuck me, now. Up in me room!"

"Bloody hell!"

With Andy heading for the stairs Adam scrabbled to his feet and followed
him up to his bedroom still unsure if what he had thought he had heard was
correct.

"We ain't got long before they're back." Andy turned to see Adam, his fly
gaping to expose some pee stained white material poking from the opening.

"You done this before?" asked Adam looking longingly at the bulge that had
now appeared in Andy's trousers. "You sure you know wot yer doing?"

"No. And, I don't even know wot I'm meant to bloody do!" Andy
swallowed. "I'm trusting you, so wot the fucking hell do I do? Do I bend
over or something?"

"I gotta get this right, I'm fucking you, putting my cock up your bumhole?"
queried Adam in surprise. "Not you fucking me, like I thought you would. Is
that right?"

"Yes, I want you in me." Andy took a very deep breath and looked at him.

"Bloody hell. Sure?"

"Adam just fucking hurry up before I loose me nerve altogether."

"You sure?"

"Just fucking get on with it, bloody do it! If you asks me again I'll never
go through with it." Andy took a deep breathe. "Just tell me wot I gotta
do."

"OK. If we had more time I'd say we undressed each other a bit, but we
ain't so turn round and face the bed then drop yer trousers, but we're
gonna keep our pants on all the time `cause that turns me right on!"

There was no doubt Adam was really excited at the prospect as he struggled
to undo his jeans and drop them to expose another pair of tired Y-fronts,
his cock instantly escaping from the worn elastic at the side.

"Oh god!" muttered Andy wondering if he could go through with it.

"I see you've had the complete toy set out then," Adam grinned as he looked
around at the hand lotion, larger carrot and pile of stained pillows, "this
might hurt a tiny bit, but I'll finger you first to loosen you up."

"Oh fuck. It might hurt? Finger me up? Wot, I didn't know that!"

"Don't bloody worry. Now I gotta ask you this," continued Adam, "have you
had a crap today?"

"Wot!" unseen Andy blushed, it was a question he had never expected. "Why?"

"A kid at me last school said he had, but he hadn't and I had me fingers up
him!"

"Oh fucking hell, you mean.. oh fuck.." the logistics of male sex were now
becoming all too graphically clear, "well, yes I have."

"Good. Can I use some of that wanking lotion?" Adam nodded towards the
Nivea.

"Mum's Nivea? Yeah."

"One last thing, when I'm gonna put me cock in I want you to pretend yer
having a shit and pout yer bumhole at me. You understand, `cause it'll make
it easier for me to get in."

"Bloody hell, no don't understand really, but I'll try and do it," Andy was
verging on changing his mind, "promise you won't hurt me will you?"

"I'll do me best not too, I promise." said Adam pulling the waistband of
the briefs down to expose Andy's white bottom, yet keep his cock in
them. "You must have used nearly half the bottle of this Nivea stuff,
everything's soaked in it."

"But it's great innit, when yer cock and pants all sorta slides around in
yer trousers." admitted Andy without thinking, Adam smiled he knew the
feeling well.

"Yeah, now another question, d'you want me to cum inside you?"

"I `spose so, I dunno." replied Andy rather weakly. "I ain't done nothing
like this ever before, is that wot usually happens?."

"Yeah, well I do so just trust me." Adam squirted some lotion onto his
fingers. "In five minutes time you`ll think you've been to heaven and
back!"

It has to be said that initially Andy found the journey to heaven a little
bumpy not least from the moral aspect, but once the two finger marker had
been passed he was only too keen to proceed all the way. Adam being a far
more seasoned traveller on that particular road managed to withdraw his
fingers and slip in the head of his weeping organ before Andy had realised
and began inching it slowly inside.

Now Andy really started to appreciate just what it was all about and why,
in addition the fact it was Adam who was inside him, that the act that held
such an attraction. To find his bottom suddenly filled by a what felt like
a large, yet surprisingly forgiving appendage beat the socks off using a
carrot, not that that many carrots wore socks anyway! Finding the sensation
of Adam giving long slow strokes, where he almost withdrew and then entered
again to be incredibly arousing Andy reached behind and literally clawed at
Adam's buttocks to pull their bodies tightly together.

Adam was near ejaculating at that point and as a reflex pulled Andy up from
the bed to adorn his neck with numerous love bites whilst he very roughly
reached inside Andy's sagging briefs to pull on his cock. With a load groan
Andy was the first to ejaculate and shot an incredible amount of semen,
coating not only Adam's hand everything inside his briefs. Seconds later,
Adam also fairly exploded and took great delight in thoroughly pumping
himself dry inside of Andy, leaving them both barely able to stand, very
exhausted but deliriously happy. His erection wilting, Adam slowly withdrew
allowing it to flop out and drip a mixture of internal juices, Nivea and
spunk over the bedroom carpet before thinking of pulling back up his briefs
in an effort to contain further mess.

"Andy, you gotta pull yer trousers up in case yer mum comes back." Adam
looked at Andy who was simply standing there clutching the front of his
sperm filled briefs with look of absolute ecstasy on his face.

"Right." he replied without showing any sign of movement.

"For fucks sake, here let me do it!" Adam moved closer and putting his
hands around his waist from behind pulled up the old trousers and trapping
whatever it was that had started slithering down his legs in the process.

"I gotta sit down." said Andy suddenly turning to sit on top the pile of
pillows.

"Yeah, but only for a minute, `cause we gotta tidy up for when yer mum
comes home, she can't find us like this." Adam sat beside him on the bed.

"Yeah, OK." he looked at Adam. "You won't tell Mart will you? Promise?"

"No, not if you don't want me to, anyway I brought his shorts back that's a
good excuse to be here innit?"

"Andy... uumm.." Adam wasn't quite sure how to phrase what he wanted to
say.

"Wot?" he looked at him.

"Since you ain't never done this before... well, uumm.., maybe you oughta
know that wot goes up will come back down.."

"Wot?" he screwed his face up not sure what Adam meant. "Wot, wot d'you
mean?"

"Uumm.. well, yer bumhole won't close properly where it's been stretched,
it'll be a few minutes like before it does... so, uumm... sorta things
could leak out a bit... over yer trousers and that."

"Oh, it'll be alright." his voice sounding rather croaky Andy turned away.

"Hey, wot's up?" Adam took another look at him. "Are you crying?"

"Fuck. Yes"

"Why?"

"Because I'm happy!" Andy looked up, tears were starting to run down his
cheeks.

"You're crying `cause yer happy?" Adam was confused. "Oh!"

"I'm happy `cause it was you that done it to me and.." he paused to wipe
his face.

"And?" asked Adam quietly.

"And, that now I know for real that I'm queer." he sniffed. "I've been
pretending to meself for years that I ain't but...  but, well I bloody am
ain't I?"

Strangely enough Adam felt guilty at leading Andy on and taking his anal
virginity. Was he in some way now responsible for him taking the decision
that might affect his sexuality for the rest of his life?

"I thought you might be, when we first met you kept looking at me school
trousers didn't you, " replied Adam smiling, "takes one to know don't it!"

Andy closed his eyes and nodded. "Please don't tell nobody will you?"

"Course not, you'll have be the one that tells people, but only when you're
ready." without warning at that point Adam leant over and kissed Andy on
the lips. "And don't tell 'em about that either!"

Quite taken aback with his heart fluttering he turned to
Adam. "Why.. why.. d'you do that?"

"Because I really like you and you're so nice and so trusting," having
admitted it even Adam blushed at this point, "this is our little secret and
I really want to do it again with you."

"Oh... uumm.. do... do.. yer parents know about you?" stuttered Andy as a
means of changing the subject.

"Well, I ain't told 'em." said Adam, "I gotta a feeling me dad might have
guessed, `cause he went to boarding school as well and so he'd know the
signs wouldn't he?"

"If he was dirty little sod like you was, then I `spect he would!" Andy
managed a watery smile. "I'm sure me mum and dad don't know about me,
although mum doesn't never stop keep dropping hints about me getting a
girlfriend."

"D'you look at the boys where you work?"

"Wot... wot.. d'you mean at the school?"

It was a question Andy wasn't expecting or more correctly, a truth he
didn't really want to admit to although his very obvious and instant
embarrassment gave Adam his answer.

"Y'see Andy, now you've admitted yer queer you might as well be honest
about it." Adam smiled. "Look, if you liked girls, well you be wanking over
the ones you fancied wouldn't you? So wot's the harm in admitting to having
a wank most nights over wot boys you've seen in the day?"

"But, but most of them are, are... younger." he looked very ashamed at
admitting it.

"But, so am I," Adam grinned, "and that ain't stopped you now has it!"

"Oh.. shit!"

"Truth is lately I've been wanking every night thinking about you and Mart,
well that and.." Adam grinned again, "and.. there's a couple of second year
boys who's always playing with each other through their shorts!"

"Me?" queried Andy, quite surprised that he had become an object of sexual
fantasy. "You been wanking thinking about me?"

"Yeah you." said Adam, "And, I'll tell you wot else, those that I know and
really trust, well I'll tell 'em anything. Like you and Mart, I really
trust you both."

"Oh."

"I've discovered being queer that you soon learn that if you meet somebody
else who's queer and you think you can trust them, you'll find out that you
can say things to them that you couldn't say to no-one who ain't queer."

"I think I know wot you mean." Andy was already thinking of Peter and
Tim. "You mean like worries over being queer and all that?"

"Right. You can tell somebody like that the things that you couldn't tell
yer best mate." Adam smiled. "D'you see wot I'm saying? Admitting things
like I watch younger boys and all that. I can't see any harm in having a
wank over 'em as long as I'm not going out to touch them or any of that
stuff."

"Hhmm.. well," Andy scratched at non-existent stubble on his chin and
thought for a few moments. "I `spose yer sorta right, I do watch 'em and
maybe it's because I look back to wot I did when I was their age and think
wot I missed because of.."

"Because of, wot?" Adam sensed this must be connected with the childhood
trauma that Martin had hinted at before.

"Nothing, it was nothing." Andy started to stand up. "Right, let's tidy up
and go downstairs before mum comes back."

Whatever it was, it was plainly more than nothing. Wisely, Adam let the
subject drop and turned to see Andy standing, holding the seat of his
trousers looking aghast.

"They're fucking soaked through!" he said quietly, understandably sounding
distinctly unhappy. "Wot the fuck is it and where the fuck's it come from?"

"Well yer pants have got half a gallon my spunk, half a gallon of yours, a
gert load of hand lotion and wotever was up there in the first place!"

"Fuck! They're all stuck to me legs!" said Andy trying to peel the seat of
the trousers away. "Fucking hell, me pubes is stuck to me pants!"

"You sort yer trousers out and I'll do something with the pillows, the top
one's now soaked it up like blotting paper!"

"Oh bloody hell!"

"You can have a good sniff at it and have another wank when you goes to
bed!"

"Fuck off!"

"Hey Andy, look out here, is that your mum in the blue dress with Mart
trailing behind?" said Adam squinting in the sunlight to see out the window
whilst he rearranged the bedclothes to hide the semen soaked pillow.

"Oh bleeding hell it is!" he said peering over Adam's shoulder.

"Oh shit!"

With that Andy began kicking the carrots, Nivea and all other evidence
under the bed. "Let's hope she's got over her row with Mart! Come on,
downstairs, quick!"

"But, you look like shit and you stink of spunk, wot the hell you gonna
bloody say?" Adam was close to laughing since whole situation was fast
becoming farcical.

"I don't fucking know," Andy wasn't far off laughing himself, "just get
downstairs and hope she don't notice. Well stay in the hallway and pretend
you only just arrived looking for Mart."

"Hope she don't notice! You're bloody joking!" he started laughing. "Well
at least keep yer back to the wall so she don't see, but don't get too
fucking close or you'll stick to it!"

"Fuck off!" even Andy was laughing now. "Now don't forget, not a word to
Mart, promise."

"Promise."



"Mum this Adam, he's just popped in to see Mart."

Martin's face lit up on seeing Adam.

"Hello Mrs Lewis," Adam smiled dutifully, "I joined the school last term."

"So Martin has said, well nice to meet you."

Joyce Lewis gave a withering sideways look at Martin who was clutching the
shoe box. "Does your mother has as much trouble with you as I do with these
two?"

"More I expect. You've been shopping together?" he added innocently.

"You could say that, under duress is more like it!" she looked between the
brothers.

Adam glanced at Martin, immediately noticing the fresh activity in the
trouser pocket, from personal experience guessing that fingers were worming
their way under the elastic of his briefs.

"Oh mum!" said Martin in despair knowing her temperament was still somewhat
prickly.

"And, what on earth have you been doing?" she said having finally noticed
Andy's appalling appearance. "What ever have you got on, you look a mess!"

"I was going.. uumm.. I was .. going to do something to me car.." he
replied lamely, hovering by the far wall in an attempt to hide as far from
her searching gaze as he could, "that's why I got me old clothes on."

"Well after you've done whatever it is, I think we're going to throw them
out, you look awful in them!"

Without replying Andy made a sideways move rather like a crab towards the
open front door, hoping that by keeping his back to the wall the true state
of his clothes wouldn't be noticed.

"That boy's a mess!" declared Mrs Lewis in disgust turning towards the
kitchen door. "Well I must get on, nice to meet you Adam."

"And you Mrs Lewis."

"Bloody creep!" whispered Martin as she walked away. "I've really pissed
her off with this fucking shopping, so she'll be in a right fucking mood
all afternoon now!"

"Well it ain't her I came to see is it?" Adam nodded down towards the front
of Martin's jeans. "You gonna show me your room then..."

"I'll show you wotever you want, up here." grinning Martin moved towards
the stairs. "You know if you hadn't been here she'd have bloody exploded
seeing Andy looking like that and having just had a gert row with me over
these fucking shoes!"

"I had guessed, but that's mothers are for innit, to explode every so
often?" Adam's eyes were following every movement in Martin's jeans, the
thick material precluding the outline of his underpants.

"Yeah, well don't worry about it `cause I'm not, so fuck it! Now wot d'you
come round for?" having reached the landing, Martin pushed open the bedroom
door and ushered Adam inside.

"See if you were OK after all that stuff at the beach and to say that if
you were able to cycle round to me tomorrow morning..." he paused purposely
and smiled.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Now wot you saying, if I can cycle round to you tomorrow
morning, then wot?" asked Martin half wondering if it the moment he had
dreamed of had finally arrived.

"Me mum's gonna be out all morning till dinnertime," Adam grinned, "so you
knows exactly fucking wot we'll be doing!"

"Oh fuck!" Martin took a deep breath. "Wot, you mean it? I can fuck yer
bum"

"If you wants, that's provided you ain't wanked yerself to death in the
meantime thinking about it!" Adam looked at Martin's jeans. "Now look, I
want a real good load up me, so you can wank all evening, but don't you
dare do it tomorrow morning so that you saves it all for me."

"Shit that's gonna be difficult, I can't remember the last time I didn't
have a wank when I woke up!"

"Well you just can't do it tomorrow, there's no argument `cause it's for
me."

"Alright, but you gotta do it as well then. So no morning wank for you
either then, right?" Martin looked at Adam, both on the verge of dissolving
in laughter.

"I'll try." said Adam. "And, if you can manage to hold out I'll suck yer
cock till you cums in me mouth!"

"Holy shit! I'll do it! I'll do it!"

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Chap 12 to follow