Date: Wed, 22 Apr 2015 09:11:44 +0100
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Lab Technician Chapter 15

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

###############################################################################

Chapter 15 – "If you spit on it, it gets really slippery!"


Having walked to the Wimpy Bar and arrived a few minutes early, Tim on
seeing a vacant table by the window sat down to watch out for Andy. When
his watch showed it was nearly a quarter past eleven he started to wonder
if Andy was actually going to show up or was too embarrassed after their
initial meeting at on the seafront at Weston. Deciding to give it a little
longer before abandoning the meeting Tim was pleased to see Andy coming
through the doorway, seemingly rather flustered and glancing all around the
tables obviously looking for him.

"Sorry. Nowhere to park at first, had to go round the block, then found
there was a space just round the corner."

"You look a bit fraught, calm down, there's no panic." Tim smiled
reassuringly. "Just sit here and I'll nip over and order a coffee or
something else?"

"No, a coffee please." he shuffled about on the seat, having found driving
to be a rather uncomfortable experience.

"Back in a second."

Unsure where to begin the telling of the life changing events of the last
two days, Andy stared at the floor trying to decide whilst Tim was at the
counter. How much should he tell Tim? More to the point, was Tim genuinely
concerned and really want to know or merely just making good his promise to
meet up?

"There you go, the girl will bring the drinks over in a minute." said Tim
sitting back down. "Did I see you limping a bit when you came in? Have you
had an accident or something?"

"Sort of.." Andy looked at the table, "is it that obvious?"

"Well, yes I suppose it is, I a limp, is a limp isn't it!" Tim smiled, had
something else also happened and be related to an innocent limp. "Andy,
what's wrong?"

"Well." he stopped again and looked blankly at Tim wondering how to start
retelling what happened with Adam, let alone confess to the injury he had
done to himself.

"It's why we've met today isn't it, to try to help you sort yourself out a
bit. Yes?"

"Yeah and I've been looking forward to it." for Andy it was a very honest
statement. "But, I need to know if you really want to hear all this shit
I've got meself into or whether you're just being nice to me?"

"Don't be bloody silly, of course I do, otherwise I wouldn't be here would
I?" Tim moved closer and spoke quietly, but firmly. "Look coming out and
saying you're queer to those you trust is one thing. But, to be able to
cope with all the stuff that goes with is really hard going and is when you
really need some support. I'd like to, no, I mean I want to be able to help
you."

"Tim, but why? Be honest."

"Alright, I'll be really honest then. Because, well because, oh fuck it, I
like you. But it's you that's got to be strong to deal with it and I don't
know if, well if.." he paused, "well if you'd be strong enough to do it on
your own.. I mean, you haven't exactly done the rounds a lot with either
boys or girls have you?"

Embarrassed, he shook his head, contact with either sex until now was
virtually nil.

"I think you're going to be a little vulnerable and you must have somebody
to talk to openly. Let's be honest, not everybody in this world is who they
appear to be and there are some very odd folk out there amongst the queer
set. So an attractive young man like you could well, well get used and hurt
emotionally or physically."

"You're right, course you are." said Andy after a few moments staring
dejectedly into the coffee. "And, you know I ain't done fuck all with
nobody. Not ever. And, I ain't attractive."

"So you think. But, you've really started now haven't you, Adam's made you
face up to it all hasn't he? And he's attracted to you isn't he?" Tim
smiled not wishing to let the conversation get too maudlin.

"I'm trying, but see.. it all goes back to when.. when.. to.. oh fuck it!"
Andy stopped.

"To something in your childhood which if you want you can tell me another
time, but only if you really want too." Tim finished the sentence for
him. "Andy I'm not daft and I thought there must be something like
that. I'll tell you one thing, you're not the first and you will never be
the last. You tell me only when you want to and if you ever want to."

"Yeah alright." said Andy quietly. "Somehow I thought you'd know there was
something. In fact you've guessed pretty much everything about me haven't
you?"

"Maybe, but I've been there and I know others who have been through it, you
are not alone." Tim put his hand on top of Andy's. "OK, got it, you are not
alone."

"I know that now. Thanks." he blinked and let the hand remain. "I don't
know wot else to say, I'm no good at expressing meself."

"You don't have to say anything until and only if you are ready."

"Oh shit." Andy blinked and stuttered. "I know wot yer trying to say and I
really appreciate it, but I just ain't much good at dealing with things
like this, all I end up doing is crying."

"Cry away, I don't mind. Even I cry at times when I get down." Tim smiled
and removed his hand. "If we're honest we all get down, it goes with being
queer. Most times though I can hold it all together."

"Right, I think I see." he returned the smile through watery eyes.

"I hope you do. Physical sex is wonderful, but sometimes you'll find you'll
need an emotional attachment and that's where it gets difficult." it was
Tim that blinked now. "Oh shit, sorry I'm going on, I shouldn't."

"We're really a bit of a right pair ain't we!" Andy managed a grin.

"Welcome to world of being queer." it was Tim who now managed a
smile. "Forget all that heavy stuff, I want to know what has happened since
I saw you at Weston."

"You ready for this then?" Andy took a really deep breath. " First, I've,
I've... I've told me dad I'm queer!"

"Oh my god! You've done what?" Tim looked amazed. "Holy shit! What did he
say?"

"He said he loved me. Fuck!" Andy blinked. "There ain't no going back now."

"Hold it, looks like the coffees coming over." he looked up to the
waitress. "Thanks."

Andy did his best to smile at the waitress. "Thanks."

"Why, what made you tell him?" asked Tim surmising that Andy would find
such an admission incredibly hard to make.

"He saw the love bites on me neck and said he'd hoped I hadn't made the
girl pregnant!" even Andy grinned at this. "Silly innit, so I told him it
was a boy not a girl!"

"Fucking hell!" Tim was staggered. "Hang on, what love bites... what, what
the hell have you been up to then?"

 "I haven't been up to anything," Andy paused, still grinning, "Adam's been
up me!"

"What! Bloody hell! So what's happened with Adam?" Tim reached for the
sugar and stopped, his hand poised in mid air. "What d'you mean, Adam's
been up you?"

Looking very sheepish Andy nodded, secretly though he was incredibly proud
of what he's done with Adam.

"He's fucked you? I can't believe it!" Tim looked really surprised. "Well
then, do I offer my congratulations! I think it would be a good idea to
start at the beginning, well that is after I left you at Weston."

Rather hesitantly in between sipping the coffee Andy poured out the events
which had led to Adam taking his anal virginity.

"Andy, I want to ask you something," Tim wiped his gold rimmed glasses on
the paper serviette whilst he formulated his question, "well if you can
answer it, it's not as simple as it sounds."

"Anything. I'll try." having already bared his soul and put so much trust
in their friendship he found himself incapable of hiding anything from Tim.

"I don't know how to phrase it, so here goes," he put the glasses back on,
"why did you want Adam to fuck you, not you fuck him which is the usual way
round for newcomers to male sex?"

"Shit. Oh, uumm.. I need to think a minute." it was quite a question. "Wow,
that's hard. I think, I think it was because doing it that way round he was
becoming part of me.. uumm.. is this making any sense?"

"Sort of, go on."

"And, well by cumming in me, uumm.. I dunno.. I just wanted him to be part
of me.. to be in me.. to, to fill me with his spunk.." Andy was now
blinking, it had been without any doubt a very emotional occasion.

"And, what did it feel like, I mean having his cock in you? Did you like
it?"

Rubbing his eyes he looked at Tim. "Bloody hell, you know how to press all
the right sodding buttons don't you!"

"Maybe, but you certainly press some of mine!" Tim looked away, immediately
knowing he shouldn't have said it. "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that,
sorry."

"Don't be sorry, I don't mind, honest, I've never pressed anyone's buttons
before!"  Andy managed a smile. "As for your question, he was so gentle, it
was the most fantastic feeling as he entered and filled me. I was full of
him. I could feel him moving inside me and when I felt him cumming inside I
was so happy I cried."

"Sounds as though you had a great time, I'm so pleased for you. I really
mean that, you're first time and with a nice boy and a wonderful
experience." Tim smiled. "See, my first time was bloody painful, I was
twelve he was fourteen and we just wanted to do it."

"Oh, oh I see," Andy was almost thinking out loud, "oh, you mean he was
bigger?"

"Yes. He was a big boy and I'd sucked him off previously, so we thought
we'd try it. I thought he's split me in half! He was really nice, but too
big for me at twelve." he shrugged his shoulders. "Anyway that was long
time ago now. So back to you, tell me what happened after."

"Well we just about got tidied up when Mart and mum came back. She was
still in her bad mood so I left Adam having a few words with Mart and I got
in the car and went off out of it."

"Was that all, it sounds like there could be more to it."

"No, it ain't all." Andy looked at the table. "See, `cause this is when I
hurt meself."

"Ah, the limp?" Tim looked at him quizzically. "Go on then."

"You gotta promise not to laugh." Andy blushed as he looked around to see
if anybody was in earshot.

"Alright, I promise." Tim grinned. "Sounds intriguing."

"It ain't intriguing, it's bloody painful. No laughing, right?" even Andy
was smiling now, it really was a sorry tale. "Right, you gotta remember
that it was only an hour or so since Adam had been up me and me bums still
dribbling and I'm wearing the same spunk filled pants. Going round like
that made me so bloody randy I really wanted something inside me whilst I
wanked again."

"Right, I know what you mean." Tim was trying not to smile. "Go on."

"So I drives to this big deserted car park I knows and then finds on top of
everything else it's a bloody great turn on to pull me trousers down in the
car." he paused to push the empty coffee cup about and looked round again.

"Couldn't agree more, there's something about having a wank in public,
better still having a fuck!"

"Oh, you as well?" Andy looked surprised at Tim's admission. "Well, so I'm
about to start wanking when I see's this screwdriver on the floor of me
car, it's got a lovely smooth handle, shaped a bit like a pear."

"I get the picture." Tim smiled guessing what was coming next/

"Well, truth is it was much too bloody big, but by now I didn't know wot I
was doing. I just wanted something inside me bum and to get wanking and so
I forces it inside me..." he stopped, recalling what was literally a
painful moment.

"Did you make it bleed?"

"No," he shook his head, "It was too big and it hurt, but I had to wank
once it was in didn't I?"

"Yes, only natural. Am I allowed to smile if I don't laugh?"

"Sod you, yes!" Andy grinned, "Anyway so I cums another gallon in them
already soaked pants and then finds I can't get the fucking screwdriver
out. So now everything goes wrong. I'm getting afraid of being caught, I
can't go home with it sticking out me bum and I can't even sit properly in
the fucking car to drive it home anyway!"

"Ah, I see!" Tim did smile. "So what did you do?"

"I had to use all me strength and hurt like god knows what. I really
thought I'd injured meself. I couldn't walk or nothing for a few minutes,
it was fucking agony!"

"And, no blood? You were damn lucky and this was only yesterday?"

Andy nodded. "No blood, honest. Then when I got home I could hardly walk,
course mum didn't know what it was all about and she saw me limping. Later
on she got mad saying either she or dad looked at whatever I'd done or
she'd drag me to the doctor if I don't go meself this evening."

"So it still hurts?" asked Tim. "You look very uncomfortable walking."

"Yeah, it's sodding awful and it's a long time till the six o'clock
surgery."

"Andy listen, you're new to all this stuff, but it sounds as though you and
Adam got it right first time. Getting your hole over-stretched is not
uncommon in this new life you've chosen and what you should keep in stock
for such painful occasions is some pile ointment."

"Wot the hells that?"

"As it says on the tin, it's a special ointment for treating piles which
usually originate from straining on the toilet."

"Wot, oh bloody hell! I thought that's wot old blokes got?"

"Anybody can get them, technically they're called haemorrhoids."

"Wot, you don't wanna know about me having a crap do you!" Andy looked
shocked, being very, very unworldly wise he couldn't see the
connection. "Do I need to know this stuff?"

"Yes you do. I'm not interested in what you do on the bog, but.. uumm..."
Tim grinned, "what I am interested in is that the ointment is specifically
designed for easing a literal pain in the bum!"

"Oh, I see." said Andy on realising where the conversation was going. "Does
it sting or anything then?"

"No, not that you'd notice, very soothing and even alright to use if
there's bleeding."

"But, where to I get it?" said Andy sitting upright and taking an immediate
interest.

"You'll need to go to a chemist, it doesn't need a prescription though."

"Oh fuck!" his face fell. "I can't do that. I can't. Too fucking
embarrassing, anyway there's no chemist round here is there?"

"Well, I've got some at my flat, you could use that it you want and I'll
get another tube next time I pass a chemist to save you the embarrassment."

"Would you. Could I?" Andy beamed. "Reckon it'll be alright to use it
before I goes to the doctor?"

"Of course it would, just say you thought of it yourself. I don't know what
else he's going to give you anyway."

"Can we get it now?" asked Andy excitedly standing up. "The cars only round
the corner."

"OK, we'd better pay the bill first though!" Tim stood up and walked away
towards the counter, only to quickly return and retrieve a brown paper bag
from the floor by his chair.

"Wot you forgotten?"

"Just some shopping."



"Come on in then, leave the bike out there by the hedge it'll be quite
safe." Adam beckoned Martin inside, "It's alright `cause mums gone out like
she said, but we might only have an hour and a bit."

"We still gonna do it?" asked Martin excitedly. "You don't think we'll get
caught?"

"Nah, course we are, I want you in me." Adam grabbed at the obvious bulge
in Martin's jeans, "feels like you're all up and ready!"

"I nearly came on the way here!" admitted Martin sheepishly. "For fucks
sake lets get on with it before I cums in me pants, I can't hold on much
longer!"

"I ain't far off meself!" Adam grinned and rubbed his own erection. "Quick,
up to me bedroom then, we'll have me bed to lie on."

"The bed?"

Quite where or how it was going to take place had not really occurred to
Martin, the sound of a bed made it sound very serious.

"Well, where else d'you think we'd do it?" Adam smiled sensing Martin was
nervous.

"Dunno, I hadn't really thought about it like that."

"You'll be fine, just cum in me and not on the sheets!"

Adam led the way up the stairs and on reaching the first floor landing
pointed to an open door.

"Wot we gonna do then?" Martin looked very nervously around.

It was a typically untidy boys bedroom with a pile of dirty clothes, the
regulation collection of badly assembled Airfix models and a school bag
which had spewed it's contents of dog-eared books over the floor under the
window.

"We'd better get undressed first." Adam grinned. "Shall we do it like we
did on the beach, each undressing the other?"

"Only down to our pants though," said Martin, which rather surprised Adam,
"I'm getting a thing about undies, seems to be more fun doing something
while wearing 'em than being naked."

"Definitely." Adam was already unbuttoning Martin's red and white check
shirt, pulling it from his jeans exposed the ubiquitous inch of white
cotton. "See you got them white ones on again, wot are they?"

"Piss off. Either St Michael or some old Y-fronts, I ain't fucking got
nothing else."

Laughing, Martin tugged at Adam's pale blue striped top, eventually pulling
it over his head to leave him standing there in white vest.

"A vest! Fuck! Why you wearing that?" Martin appeared to be really excited
at the sight and walked all round Adam looking at him. "And, looks like you
even got it tucked into yer pants... and it looks like it matches yer
pants!"

"It's a great turn on innit? I only wore it for you, `cause I reckoned you
was now into undies and that." Adam grinned. "You are ain't you, I can
tell?"

"How d'you know?"

"The way you keeps looks round the changing rooms and at boys bums at
school, yer trying to see the line of their briefs ain't you?"

"Shit, is it that obvious?"

"`tis to me, 'cause I does it as well!"

"Well alright I fucking am! Now be honest, tell me, d'you, I mean.. d'you
wank in yer pants, I uumm.." Martin blushed. "I seem to do it all the time
now!"

"Yeah, of course. Now you'd better have a good look at these then, I've
worn 'em all yesterday and all night just for you."

With that Adam pushed his jeans to the floor exposing a pair of elderly
Y-fronts, sagging from being pulled around all night and with some
unmistakable staining.

"You really have got the vest tucked in 'em!" exclaimed Martin immediately
moving directly in front of the tenting fly. "Cor and they match that vest!
Look at all them marks, that just from last night then?"

"Told you so." Adam laughed as he reached out for the waistband on Martin's
jeans. "And, three times yesterday thinking about you and wot we're gonna
do today."

With his jeans now round his ankles Martin looked down to see the front of
his briefs had a large wet spot. Adam's face was only an inch away, he
looked up to Martin seemingly asking his permission to press his face into
it.

"Please don't," gasped Martin, "as soon as you touch it I'm gonna cum. Let
me try and get it in you before I explode!"

"Alright, well let's get on with it then."

Smiling, Adam stood up. Kicking off his jeans he walked around to the side
of the bed in just the vest and briefs. Slowly bending over much to
Martin's obvious excitement he reached under the bed to produced a green
tub of Atrixo hand cream.

"Here, get some of that up me bum!"

"Wot.. me, put a finger up it?" replied Martin looking first at the green
pot and then to Adam's cotton clad behind.

"Yeah, you'll enjoy it once you get into it." replied Adam laughing at his
own joke. "Mart, I thought you might be a bit y'know, so I've even washed
it inside for you!"

"Inside?" Martin's eyes opened wide. "Washed it inside? How?"

Yet again it confirmed Martin's naivety concerning the logistics of anal
sex. Being well brought up with standards of hygiene enforced by his
mother, at one stage even the prospect of exploring his own bottom, let
alone another boys was quite unthinkable. Now faced with the prospect of
vigorously attending to Adam's anal tract, the engrained taboo once again
ran through his mind.

"I sat in the bath, with me fingers and some soap, all just for you." Adam
could see from Martin's expression he was totally innocent of such
pleasures and procedures. "You don't know nothing about this do you?"

Martin sadly shook his head. "No."

"Look, as long as you don't need a crap there ain't no danger of shit, you
can always wash yer finger if there's a tiny bit by yer hole!"

"Oh, I see.." muttered Martin surprised at Adam's simple, but graphic
explanation.

"Now come here and bend over by me," he beckoned, "we gotta test this
stuff."

"We wot?"

Adam sat on the bed, pulled at Martin so he was bent over in
front. Sticking a finger in the pot of Atrixo he brushed the seat of
Martin's briefs away and with any warning firmly pushed his finger inside
and wiggled it around to a surprised squeak, followed quickly by a murmur
of approval.

"You're gonna need something to lube me hole and this Atrixo stuff was all
I could find, it's mums." he removed his digit with a plop." I had a test
wank last night and if you spit on it, it gets really slippery!"

"Adam sorry, I don't know anything about doing any of this and I ain't
really thought about it properly." said Martin apologetically from near
floor level. "You gonna have to tell me wot to do."

"Oh god! I just told you! Put a gert blob on yer finger and wiggle it
around in me bumhole when I bends over, just like I've done to you!" Adam
suddenly swung round, grabbed Martin and kissed him on the
forehead. "You're so sweet!"

"Fuck!" Martin blinked and clenched his fists, unsure how to handle the
emotions that Adam was generating.

"Fuck is right, that's wot we're here for, you're gonna fuck me!" Adam
smiled, "Mart just do like I say, I didn't really know wot to do the first
time either, so don't be embarrassed."

"Sorry, it's just I feel a right bleeding twatt having to ask how to do
it!"

"Don't be." Adam held his hand out. "Now give us yer hand, like I said
earlier, wot you gotta do is put a gert blob of this stuff up me bum and
wiggle yer fingers around, `cause that'll loosen me hole up ready for yer
cock!"

"If I ain't cum already you mean!"

"No you ain't, the only place you's cumming is inside me!" said Adam
bending over the bed and pulling the covers back, inadvertently displaying
to the trained eye what could only be described as a rather semen
splattered bottom sheet.

Martin, watching and wondering what Adam intended next immediately noticed
and grinned. "You must wank a lot!"

"Fuck off!" Adam sounded a little embarrassed and immediately threw the
question back to Martin. "Morning and night. Don't you?"

"Yeah. In the day at weekends as well!" he laughed. "Don't your mum say
nothing about all them spunk stains?"

"Nah, when she says it's time to change the sheets I whips 'em off and puts
'em in the machine quick."

"My mum runs a fucking crusade about washing... oh, fuck no!" he looked
very pale.

"Wot? Wot is it? Here, sit on a spunk stain!" Adam grinned patted the
bed. "Now wot is it?"

"Fucking hell!" repeated Martin sitting down beside him. "I'd forgotten,
last night because of dreaming about you today, I had fucking gert wet
dream, I ain't had one since I was twelve, anyway this was huge and it had
spread over everything."

"Neither have I, wouldn't mind one now and again though," said Adam
envisaging Martin in the throes of ejaculating, "so wot's so terrible about
shooting a load of spunk?"

"You don't know me mum and her fucking washing fixation! I left the
bedclothes back to give it a chance to air and I forgot to make the bed
when I left the house."

"So?"

"She always checks to see if the beds are made, so now she's gonna find a
patch of cum the size of a bloody football!" he gulped. "You don't know
her, it's just the sort of thing that over tea she'll ask if I had an
accident in the night or something!"

"Oh, I see." Adam grinned, "I can't help you with that, but I can help you
with something else if I get on me hands and knees on the bed. Then d'you
reckon you could kneel behind me and play with me bum for a couple of
minutes?"

"Fuck the sheets!" Martin smiled back and stood up.

"No yer not, yer gonna fuck me bum! You can pull me pants down a bit or to
one side, but we're both keeping 'em and hope they get all cummy."

Martin laughed as he dug his index finger into the pot of Atrixo whilst
Adam climbed onto the bed, pulling Adam's briefs to one side with his other
hand he looked at his finger.

"Can we swop, after we've done it?" asked Martin kneeling closely behind on
the bed.

"Swop wot?"

"Pants."

"Bloody hell, yeah!" Adam turned his head to see Martin still looking
between his index finger and the target. "Now just get on with it, it's so
clean you could eat yer dinner off it!"

"Dunno about that, ain't big enough," Martin was laughing, "if you bend
right over I might be able to use it for a drop of soup though!"


#######################################################

Chap 16 to follow