Date: Wed, 25 Mar 2015 08:59:42 +0000
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Lab Technician Chapter 13

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 13 – Ramifications

Just like the late afternoon sun, sweetness and light had finally engulfed
the inhabitants of number twenty-two Westleaze Avenue.

A snack lunch proved very beneficial with Martin finally making peace with
his mother over the shopping fiasco, whereas Andy had bowed to her wishes
and wisely changed out of his sperm impregnated clothes, reluctantly
depositing the old garments into the dustbin. Albeit he was loath to let
the slimy, wet briefs go since they were a very tangible reminder of Adam
and what had happened that morning. Having lovingly folded them and put
them in a paper bag, they were in time honoured tradition then secreted
under his bed, although as every astute parent knew it was the first place
to look should items of a naughty nature ever require hiding!

At some stage in the middle of the afternoon Mrs Lewis had gone off to the
post office accompanied by Martin who wanted to cement the peace and also
visit the cycle shop in the same rank of shops to get a puncture
outfit. Andy took the opportunity to lock himself in the bathroom, shakily
holding his fathers convex shaving mirror between his legs he plucked up
enough courage he looked down to try to see what dreadful injury he had
inflicted on himself. Having on numerous previous occasions used the mirror
when masturbating whilst delicately prodding at himself he knew full well
what things in that region normally looked like. Sadly though, nothing
looked as it ever did before. Where once there was a tender young rosebud,
now there was something the size of ring doughnut which seemed to radiate
an unhealthy red glow in the mirror.

To say he was shocked was an understatement, frightened would be a more apt
description. It was no wonder that walking had become painful since it had
swollen so much as to be rubbing between his buttocks, at least there was
no sign of blood. Would some antiseptic ointment help? All that was in the
bathroom cabinet was the very end of a tube of Savlon, squeezing what
little he could from the crumpled tube it was with some trepidation that
attempted to apply it, almost leaping in the air as his finger started to
spread it around. The painful operation completed he returned to his room
and lay on the bed intending to rest for a few minutes to let his bottom
recover, but it was no surprise after the days frenetic activity he quickly
fell asleep.

Somewhere around half-past four in the afternoon something stirred in his
sub-conscious generating a delicious feeling, almost as though his cock was
being gently stroked. Whether it was due to the full technicolour vision of
Adam astride him in the school playground as boys masturbated all over them
or that of him astride the so very appealing third year boy with the
glasses in a crowded school toilet it didn't really matter, he let out a
moan of delight. Martin's hand slid deftly through the open fly to rest on
top of the ribbed cotton, slightly sticky to the touch it encased not only
a very swollen cock, but the fragrances emanating from the matted pubic
hair choked with congealed semen and Nivea lotion.

Martin hadn't intended groping his brother, he'd just gone to find him to
ask when he wanted to repair the puncture. However, on finding him so
soundly asleep with such an obvious erection in his jeans that just begged
to be handled he couldn't resist. Even having been being thoroughly abused
earlier that morning, Andy's reddened cock nevertheless responded willingly
to Martin's gentle touch to produce the merest wet spot.

Quite understandably, just as Andy had an erection to be proud of, by then
so had Martin. Pausing for a second to listen for signs that his mother
wasn't close by, he decided to throw caution to the wind, unzipped his fly
and pushed a hand down the front of his briefs. Two hands were better than
one, so the old proverb went which left Martin putting it to the test,
although it was a racing certainty that under the circumstances he was
likely to ejaculate before his comatose brother. Maybe it was the added
spice of being caught by his mother or that Andy might suddenly wake up,
whatever it wasn't more that a couple of minutes before an absolute deluge
of spunk filled his briefs.

Precious fluids were not be wasted, transferring some warm spunk to his
brothers cock to help eliminate friction on the already visibly reddened
organ Martin continued to attend to matters even though Andy, who whilst
incredibly hard showed no sign of ejaculating. Wondering whether her dare
lick the end of Andy's cock Martin idly rubbed the spunk all around his
cock and pubic hair until it was all one delightfully, great sticky
mess. Pausing to take stock of his handiwork, he was on the verge of
bending down to lick the end of Any's cock when his mother's voice
reverberated up the stairs shattering the peace.

"Martin, what are you doing up there, I though you were going to wake Andy,
if sleeps any more he'll never go to sleep tonight."

"Right mum, right!" he called back in panic, immediately realising that
distributing semen over himself, Andy and their clothes had not been the
brightest thing to do since it curtailed any movement, until he had at
least wiped his hands and fastened his flies.

"Wot.. wot's going on?" Martin's voice and movements now woke Andy who
blinked, finally opening his eyes to look groggily around. "Wot you been
fucking doing?"

It was rather an obvious question, particularly as Martin was still sat on
the bed attempting to keep his slimy erection within the confines of his
sagging briefs.

"Fuck! You been in me jeans!" exclaimed Andy noticing his fly was unzipped.

 Martin flushed. "Sorry, couldn't help it, the sight of you was too much!"

"And, you cum in yer pants!" Andy started to grin as the reality of the
situation dawned, he moved to get a closer look. "Gawd, that's a fucking
load and a half, they're soaking wet!"

"Are you two coming down then?" called voice from downstairs.

"Well go on then," said Andy, "quick, bugger off downstairs and see what
she wants, don't let her see the fucking mess you've made! I'm going for a
piss!"

Martin stood up and with some difficulty managed to fasten his jeans over
his erection without smearing too much spunk over them. Much to Andy's
amusement he walked very awkwardly towards the landing, his pubic hairs
already feeling the pulling power of semen and being caught in the zip.

Watching him go down the stairs Andy willed himself to get up off his
bed. Having guessed it was probably going to be painful to walk, he wasn't
prepared for just how awful it actually was. His sphincter now thoroughly
inflamed was extracting it's terrible revenge for being forced to
accommodate Mr Stanley's yellow screwdriver, making even the smallest leg
movement agony. Gritting his teeth he made it to the bathroom, where once
again using his fathers shaving mirror peered between his legs, nothing
appeared very discernible other than the swollen red mass which looked even
bigger, the situation rather akin to Quatermass and the pit.

The unyielding denim of his jeans added to the discomfort of going down the
stairs by cutting into him every step of the way. It was painful, very
painful.

"How did you say you'd hurt yourself?" asked Mrs Lewis on seeing him limp
slowly past the door to the kitchen.

"Fell over and I must have twisted me hip or something." the pain was real,
but the excuse was as lame as he was.

"Really and you're so tired all of a sudden as well." she wasn't convinced
about the injury, but was convinced there was more to the story than he was
letting on. "Sorry, but we had to wake you up otherwise you'd never get to
sleep tonight."

"Yeah, I know that."

"You can't go on walking about like that can you? You've got to go work
next week." the comments were delivered with all the subtly that only a
worried mother could.

"Yeah alright mum, I know that." he replied avoiding looking at her.

"Well, we'll have to do something." her maternal X-ray vision tried looking
through his jeans to see what was really the problem, she failed. "Look,
why don't just drop your jeans and I'll see if there's any bruising or
something!"

"Wot!" he turned pale, what self respecting young man would allow his
mother to examine his nether regions and smell the semen in his underpants!

"Don't be stupid Andrew, I'm your mother, you've got nothing I haven't seen
before!"

Martin felt a stirring inside his damp briefs, eyes wide open he looked on
hopefully thinking to himself there was nothing she was ever going to see
of his body.

"Yeah and I know you're yer me mother, but you wouldn't want me examining
you, now would you mum?"

For Andy it was a reply in a million and stopped her dead in her tracks. He
was nearly twenty one after all, so it wasn't right for her to go poking
around in his trousers whatever the reason.

Taken aback she paused then asked. "Would you let your father have look
then?"

"I dunno." he muttered, knowing full well that somebody really ought to
have a look. But, dare he tell that somebody the truth? Surely a doctor was
bound to patient confidentiality wasn't he?

"Well honestly Andrew, if it isn't any better by tomorrow afternoon you're
going to have to go see the doctor in his evening surgery, he might need to
sign you off work next week."

 "Yes, right mum." he replied somewhat forlornly, knowing he could never
win the argument outright or in fact ever.

"We still gonna do me puncture then?" asked Martin on realising that his
ringside seat to view the deranged contents of his brothers jeans had just
been cancelled.

"Yeah." Andy turned to him in the hope of making a quick exit from his
mother. "Well alright, lets have a go then?"

"Andrew, now you must really think about letting your father have a look."
she wagged her finger confirming there was positively no ducking the
subject and she wasn't going to forget it. "I'll mention it to him when he
comes back from work."

"Yes mum." he looked at Martin for moral support who shrugged his
shoulders.

"Well come on, I got the new mending kit, all the glue stuff was gone off
in the old one." Martin was holding the blue tin in his hand and already on
his way to the front garden.

"Right, well you do the work and I'll tell you wot to do." said Andy
limping behind.

Outside in the front garden as Martin turned the bike upside down, Andy sat
himself gently down on the brick wall that surrounded a small raised flower
bed.

"Wot have you really done to yerself then?" asked Martin. "So you gonna say
something to dad?"

"Told you I fell over." Andy scowled. "And, I don't think I'm gonna tell
dad, would you want him looking at you without yer trousers?"

"Depends where he's gonna look at I `spose!" Martin grinned. "Now come on
and tell me, you didn't bloody fall over did you?"

"If go on about this any more, you'll be mending that fucking puncture on
yer own!" he snapped. "Now just fucking shut up about it and undo them two
fucking nuts that holds the fucking wheel on!"

Rather wisely, since he had never mended a puncture on his own before
Martin did indeed change the subject and soon enough having followed
instructions had the wheel lying on the ground in front of them.

"Right, get the tyre levers and I'll show you how to start getting the tyre
off, you only need to free one side of it, then you can pull the tube out
the gap."

"That's clever, thought you'd have to take the whole thing off. "

Still seated by more composed, Andy leant forward to do battle with the
tyre, unaware he was pulling his shirt from his jeans to expose a good two
inches of the infamous Y-fronts. Martin, unable to explain why the sight
was so erotic was torn between looking down the back of Any's jeans and
watching the slick demonstration of tyre removal. Finally much to Martin's
annoyance, Andy reversed the procedure and effortlessly put the tyre back
on.

"Right, now you bloody well do it, it's the only way to learn doing it
yerself."

"Fuck it!" Martin pulled a face. "You could have left it off."

"Yeah, but I didn't! You can fuck it if you want, but you'll catch yer cock
in the spokes!" Andy finally smiled again. "So when you have fucked it I'll
show you how to get the inner tube out."

With Andy watching and Martin swearing as he fumbled with the tyre levers,
neither heard the pale blue Morris Oxford pull up outside the house.

"What are you doing then boys?"

"Oh, dad," Martin looked up surprised, "we didn't hear you arrive."

"I was able to leave work early for a change."

"Well Mart ain't leaving till he's done this." said Andy leaning forward to
see that Martin had only just missed putting a gash in the inner tube. "Be
careful or you'll ruin the tube."

"Hhmm... he's right Martin or you'll be buying a new tube." Mr Lewis craned
over to watch. "You know if you can't find any tyre levers you can always
use the handles of a pair of spoons. Of course I didn't tell you that and I
want nothing to do with that tip should your mother find out!"

"Cor, that's clever innit?" said Martin. "The handles is blunt, they're not
as likely to put an hole in the tube are they."

"Probably would the way you'd use `em!" quipped Andy.

"That's right less damage, but remember I didn't tell you that!"

"Y'see dad, I'm skilled and he's labour!" Andy looked up, "And, it's about
time he learnt how to do it for himself anyway, I've always done his flat
tyres."

"You can't argue with that can you?" he tapped Martin on the head. "Right,
I'd better see what mum's been up to today."

"Oh.." quickly changing his mind Andy decided to say nothing.

"Were you going to say something," it was fatherly intuition, "maybe
something I should know about?"

"No, no." resigning himself to the subject doubtless being raised over tea
he sighed and returned to watching Martin struggling with the tyre.

Indeed the subject was raised briefly over tea, but seeing as Andy
obviously showed little enthusiasm for his mystery injury being openly
discussed by the entire family the matter was quickly dropped.

Dropped that was until his father, Hugh put down the evening paper and made
his way out into the street knowing Andy had escaped the family to fiddle
with his car.

"Oh, thought you might come out." Andy looked up from the drivers seat, he
wasn't doing anything, it had merely been an excuse to try to think things
through on his own.

"Can I sit in, there was something I wanted to say."

"Why not, it's about me limp I `spose?"

"No, it's not really, only if you wanted to say something."

"Oh." surprised, but intrigued as he really couldn't think of anything else
that warranted the proverbial father and son chat he looked at his
father. "Wot then?"

"Well, it's a bit tricky really." Hugh looked round the car. "Nice little
car isn't it?"

"Dad, wot is it?"

"Since your nearly twenty one, well what I mean is, well you're not a boy
anymore are you?"

"No. So?"

"So, can I talk to you as they say, man to man?"

"If you want." Andy looked at him, the suspense was already worrying him,
what did his father know that he didn't. "Dad, wot are you trying to say?
Just get on with it."

"What I'm trying to say is was a lot easier to talk you when you were
younger. I mean we haven't a chat, just us two for a long time now have
we?"

"No," Andy grinned, "d'you remember how you tried to explain about boys
getting girls pregnant and we both started laughing!"

"I do." Hugh smiled. "And, since you mention it, that is exactly what I've
been trying to get around to talk to you about."

"Wot? Now? Why?" he sat up in the seat unable to stop himself looking
flushed, he looked at his father racking his brains as to what the
connection could possibly be.

"Andy, so seeing as we're doing man to man and all that I'm going to just
say it as it is, alright?" he took a breath. "When you were mending
Martin's bike earlier and I couldn't help noticing.."

"Noticing wot?" interrupted Andy, unable to imagine whatever was coming
next.

"Help noticing, well... uumm.. well, uumm... as we would have said back in
my day," even Hugh was finding it a little embarrassing, "well uumm.. there
were some love bites around the back of your neck!"

"Wot!" it was a reflex reaction. "Oh shit! "

In the heat of the moment he had been unaware of what Adam had done to him,
slowly he reached to feel the back of his neck going absolutely scarlet as
he did so.

"Sorry to embarrass you," Hugh smiled, "but, all I wanted to say was if
things have reached that stage, for gods sake just don't get her pregnant."

"Fuck!" said Andy under his breath.

"Sorry Andy, but it's easy to get carried away sometimes."

"Oh god! Does mum know?" he turned to ask in panic.

"Certainly not, you know what she's like. This is just between us, just
think of it as a bit of traditional fatherly advice."

"Dad..." he dried up and began clenching and unclenching his hands.

"What ever is it?" Hugh could see that all was not well. "Come on, you can
tell me... oh shit! Andy, you don't mean she's pregnant already!"

Andy was unable to answer, tears had started pouring down his face. After
the ultimate emotional rollercoaster of the week he was unable to contain
himself any longer and threw his arms around his father.

"What. Come on, come on, pull yourself together."

It was easier to said than done, with Hugh himself now affected he simply
cuddled him wondering what on earth the problem actually was.

After a couple of minutes Andy raised his head and wiped his eyes, then in
a very croaky voice spoke.

"Dad, promise you won't get mad..."

"I might be surprised, but I won't get mad." his voice was now a little
husky. "It can't be that bad can it?"

"It is." Andy paused and sniffed. "Please promise, promise you won't tell
mum, till I say we can."

"Tricky, as I don't know what it is, but alright." he tried to look him in
the face, but Andy turned away. "Come on then, out with it, tell me the
worst."

"It's, it's..." he started crying again, then after a few seconds made what
appeared to be a monumental effort to blurt out, "Dad... dad.. it's not a
girl, it's a boy!"




Meanwhile, not a million miles away.

"Dad.. dad... can I ask you something?" the voice sounded urgent.

"Really, why not?"

Jim was only to too delighted to take a break from unpacking what seemed
like the hundredth cardboard box.

"What's the problem then?"

"Uumm.. well.." Alfie looked furtively around in case the room were bugged.

"Oh, I see. It's that sort of question is it?" Jim did his best to sound
serious as judging by Alfie's nervous demeanour he obviously had a great
weight on his mind.

He nodded frantically. "Can we, we go outside?"

"Lead on, I've had enough of this lot anyway." replied Jim smiling. "I can
see it's very important?"

"Yeah."

Yet again he nodded frantically, then totally surprised his father by
taking his hand and leading him to the rear door to the garden. Plainly it
was very, very important, well at least to Alfie.

"Right then, well if it's that important. "

"Yeah. "

Jim looked around for somewhere to sit and decided the best place on offer
was the uneven stone wall surrounding the weed filled fish pond, currently
sans fish.

"OK, now sit down and tell me what it's all about."

After looking for eavesdroppers in the bushes Alfie turned around and
scuffed his shoes on the grass.

"Is it that tricky?"

"Yeah." he repeated and looked around again. "Dad, is it, I mean.. is it
true.. "

"Is what true?" Jim could envisage this was going to take some time unless
Alfie were gently prompted.

"Is it.. well.. uum.. Sophie says.. that.. if, if I.. I.."  he was red with
embarrassment.

"Sophie says what?" the mystery deepened, but doubtless equated to Sophie
doing her unpleasant big sister routine. Yet again.

"Well, that... well.. that.."

"Alfie, that," time to prompt again, "it seems to me that whatever Sophie
has said, she's got you in a bit of a state."

Plainly distressed after Sophie's malicious comments, Alfie looked
up. "Sort of."

"I think it's a bit more than sort of, isn't it? What's she said now?"

"She says... that.. oh... I, I'm..." again he dried up.

Jim put his arm around him. "Alfie, look just say it, I don't mind if it's
rude, I just want to know what she's been saying... this time."

Taking an enormous breath and staring at his shoes he finally
spluttered. "She says I'm gonna go blind!"

"Oh! What? How?"

"How? " repeated Alfie in horror, he couldn't possible explain how!

"Ah.. oh, I think I know what you're not trying to say! " said Jim very
knowingly after a short pause. He tried not to smile, it was difficult.

Alfie looked up doing his goldfish impersonation, hoping his father had
guessed and he wouldn't have to elaborate any further.

"Oh, I see.. " said Jim, the pieces of the jigsaw were now falling into
place, "oh, I see! You mean, to do with... oh, oh...doing that?"

Alfie looked up and nodded vigorously. Very red in the face, but very
relieved that his father had miraculously grasped the crux of the problem
and he didn't have to spell it out.

"Alfie I've got to say it just to be clear and so we both know what we are
talking about, " he looked at Alfie, who in turn looked ay his feet, "she
means when you can masturbate you'll start going blind?"

"But I can!" replied Alfie just as naively as when he had conceded earlier
to Sophie, only to turn a deeper shade of red on realising he'd just
repeated his earlier mistake.

"Oh Alfie, I didn't think, well uumm.." Jim pulled him close, albeit a
little surprised that Alfie had started so early. "That's all rubbish,
she's very naughty to say it and she's only doing it to wind you up."

"Honest?" the reply was somewhat muffled by Jim's shirt. "I won't go
blind?"

"Honest. And, you might as well know the other old joke that you might
hear, which is that you'll be getting hairy hands if you do, well you know,
do it!"

"But.. but, she says it every time she sees me go to the bog, she thinks
I'm going to.. to.. " he paused for a further shoe inspection before
haltingly continuing. "She said she was gonna tell mum... and, and mum
would want to look at me... but I wanted to tell you."

Luckily his face couldn't be seen, as there was indeed an element of truth
in her assumption, for not every time he visited the toilet was it for a
call of nature.

"That's very naughty of her, but really nice that you were able to tell
me."

"Sometimes, sometimes Mark's said it as well, so I, I thought it was true."

"I wouldn't worry about Mark, because he's probably started going blind
already!"

Alfie, obviously now feeling a lot happier suddenly started to giggle on
seeing the joke. "Dad, wot d'you mean.."

"Of course he does."

"Dad," with the subject broached, time for Alfie to ask the other question
he had always wondered about, "dad, d'you think other boys do it? It's not
just me is it?"

"I'm sure they all do." Jim looked at him. "Didn't you ever talk about this
with your friends at school before we moved?"

"When I asked, they said they didn't know wot I was on about and just
changed the subject." he replied unhappily. "Nobody would tell me nothing."

"Oh I see, so you had nobody to ask then?"

"Nah. But, later I once sorta talked to Roger about it, he was the only one
who would."

Whether to admit they did more than talk and actually polluted the shallow
end of the swimming pool was being a little too honest.

"Right, well that was something. Look, you can always ask me, anytime,
it'll be just between the two of us." Jim made to stand up. "Look, I'm
sorry Alfie but I have to get on with this damned unpacking, so are you
happy now?"

"Yeah, thanks dad."

"So, don't believe what Sophie says and don't tell her we've had this
chat. I think we'll let mum sort her out once we've all unpacked."

"OK." with that Alfie grinned and zoomed off, delighted once again with
life.

Jim for his part was left wondering just how Sophie should know so much
about the habits of barely adolescent boys, thankfully it was a problem to
hand over to Alison.



It was no great surprise that Andy had a quiet evening and decided to
retire at around half ten, since neither his mother nor Martin knew of his
earlier confession both having just accepted that with his mystery injury
he was simply tired.

However, before he was about to put the light out, there was gentle tap on
his bedroom door.

"Who is it?" he asked, not really wishing to face either his brother or
mother at that particular moment.

"It's dad, can I come in?"

"Yeah."

"Alright to sit here for a minute." he indicated to the side of the bed.

"Of course it is," Andy managed a weak smile and added, "dad, I've fucked
it all up haven't I?"

"It hasn't helped!" Hugh's voice was cracking. "I just wanted to say,
that.. that you're very brave to admit what you have."

"Oh bollocks." almost immediately he wiped his eyes.

"Andy, just think you are what you are, you can't change what you are or
what you've done, can you?"

He shook his head unable to speak.

"This isn't really the right time to talk about this, but will you promise
tell more when we've both had time to think it through?"

"Yeah, course I will, but not.. not now, it's all been too much." he wiped
his face on the sheet.

"You know," Hugh paused, leant forward and kissed him on the head, "it
doesn't matter what you are, we all still love you. I know mum goes mad
over silly things like the bloody laundry, but she does love you an awful
lot and while she might be very surprised she won't be mad."

"Fuck."

"Andy, one more thing." Hugh looked at him. "Will you at least tell me if
this injury is connected with... how can I put this, uumm.. with your
recent activity?"

"Oh god." Andy closed his eyes.

"It would be nice to know."

"Dad, no, it's not, well no.. it's.. it's, oh shit... it was an accident. I
did something to meself... it went a bit wrong."

"A bit! Oh alright, but the way you're walking it doesn't look as though
it's going to get better overnight does it?" Hugh sighed. "I'd guess from
what you've just told me and from what you were doing to yourself the two
are sort of connected?"

He looked at the sheet. "You know don't you?"

"No, I'm only guessing. But with those, uumm... bites I can't think of too
much else that would make you suddenly walk like that! No blood though?"

Andy shook his head, this was really very embarrassing and not part of what
he'd thought being a homosexual was about.

"I don't know what you've done and I don't think you want me looking at
your bum do you? " said Hugh. "Please, will you go to the surgery, so at
least we'll know if it's serious then. Please. And, that'll also shut mum
up!"

"Oh god dad... you know! No! How?" he replied in despair. "Please, don't
tell mum!"

"Andy, I've only I guessed, if you think about it there are only two
options of what's between your legs!" he got up, kissing him on the head
again added. "And no, of course I won't tell her. Now go to sleep, you look
exhausted."

"Dad, promise. I'll go to the doctor."

"Good, now just go to sleep."

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Chap 14 to follow