Date: Wed, 06 May 2015 09:13:26 +0100
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Lab Technician Chapter 16

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 all comments, ideas, suggestions, good bad or indifferent always
welcome.

Tom
email: amias09@fastmail.fm

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Chapter 16 – I'm a bum doctor or I'm the bum doctor?


"Where is it we're going then?"

"Take that right turn down by the church."

"And, then where?" Andy looked around, he actually knew the area quite
well.

"First left, halfway along, just after the little rank of shops."

"Wot, you in the little mews behind the shops then?"

"Yes, I'm intrigued, how d'you know it's here, not that many people do?"
asked Tim.

"I had an aunt who used to live in a flat in one the houses that backed
onto the other side the mews, I `spose all the little places belonged to
those big houses once, course now they've all been sold off ain't they?"

"A long time ago now I would think." Tim looked at the shops as they turned
into the entrance to the mews. "The place I've rented is very small, but
it's got a lot more character than the temporary flat I had."

"Bit narrow here innit?" said Andy looking about for somewhere to
park. "You ain't been in it very long then?"

"No, only moved in a couple of days ago, that's why I wanted to leave
meeting you till today." said Tim pointed across the road. "That one there
with the green door."

Having confirmed that sitting in the driving seat wasn't the most conducive
way to appease his discontented bottom, Andy thankfully got out the car and
limped across the road after Tim.

"Come in then," Tim held the door open and ushered Andy inside, "it's a bit
of a shambles I'm afraid, suitcases everywhere after the move. I've taken
it furnished and luckily a lot of the stuff that's in it isn't very old at
all."

"Small innit?" Andy looked around. "Wot a nice little place though."

Once through the tiny hallway, the ground floor opened out into one room
which doubled as a living room with a small kitchen alcove at the rear.

"Yeah, I really like it and it's such a convenient position." Tim headed
for the kitchen. "Tell you what, since you're my first visitor I'll make
you a coffee. That'll be a good excuse to find the coffee filter thing, I
can't say I like instant all the time."

"Yes please, not that I know much about coffee other than instant, `cause
it's wot we have at home." Andy sat down gently on the sofa and looked
around, quite content to be with Tim for a while. An open tread staircase
led from the rear by the kitchen up to what he assumed was the
bedroom. "It's got a bathroom has it?"

"Of course it has, upstairs! Why, d'you need it?"

"No, but I might do after another coffee though."

"Probably me as well."

Andy continued looking around, finally saying what was on his mind. "Tim,
d'you mind if I tell you something else?"

"Whatever you want, you know I won't mention to anybody what you tell me."
he poked his head round from the kitchen, "If you hang on a minute I'll be
finished and can bring the coffee out there."

Andy tried to look up the stairs whilst wondering if he too might end up
living somewhere similar as he appeared destined to remain unmarried.

"Right, here we go, I have to put it on the floor for the minute." Tim
appeared carrying two mugs of coffee and sat at the other end of the
sofa. "D'you know I feel a bit like I'm acting as the confessional or
whatever it is they have in church!"

"Oh... oh, don't you want to hear it then?" Andy's face fell. "Sorry, I,
I.."

"You silly bugger! Of course I do, that was only a joke." Tim smiled and
without thinking put a hand on Andy's knee purely to calm him down.

"Sorry, I'm not meself.. uumm.." looking down at the hand he then totally
surprised Tim by putting his hand on top.

"Oh god, I'm sorry.. I didn't mean anything like that." Tim instantly
pulled his hand away, "sorry Andy, I wasn't intending anything."

"Sorry, sorry neither did I!" stuttered Andy looking thoroughly
embarrassed. "I'm, I'm sorry, I'm not quite meself."

"We've said an awful lot of sorry's! Honestly now don't worry, I
understand, y'know maybe we're both anxious about this."

"I know you didn't mean anything. You just ain't that sort of bloke."

"Andy I might be queer, but I've tried bloody hard not to be that sort of
bloke." Tim reached for his coffee. "There's a huge difference between male
friendship and.."

"And, and just wanting sex? I know wot yer trying to say and I know you
ain't that kind of bloke." interrupted Andy, "Please don't go on about it
and just let me tell you wot I wanted to say while I still can."

"Alright, go on then."

Tim sat back on the other end of the sofa and took a breath, the strange
thing was it now seemed their roles were reversed with Andy now the calm
and collected of the two. Even stranger was the cold shiver that Tim was
experiencing, the physical contact had triggered his sub-conscious into
acknowledging that he wanted Andy sexually. It had never been Tim's
intention to seduce him, he had genuinely only wanted to help him get
through what was obviously a very difficult period. Instead he was now
desperately willing himself to put such carnal thoughts out of his mind, he
smiled attentively as Andy set out his fears as regards being attracted to
Alfie.

"Then when he started playing with himself in his pocket I made the usual
crack about going blind and he said I must do it as well." Andy looked at
Tim. "I didn't know wot to say, it was obvious I did wunnit?"

"Was it because he was younger you were attracted to him?" asked Tim,
intrigued as to how Andy might reply since the question applied equally to
his own current situation.

"Sort of, he's really cute and," Andy paused, telling the absolute truth
wasn't always easy, "and has a cheeky look. But it ain't only that, he's
got a sense of humour and.. oh fuck, I don't know.. wot's happening to me
Tim? Lately I seem to fancy every boy I meet?"

"I think it's part of accepting you're the way you are and now allowing a
lot of stuff to surface that you've kept bottled up for a very long time."

"D'you know, I think I first thought about other boys when I was about ten
or eleven." Andy blinked, it was quite an admission to make. "I'd run away
from girls."

"That's when I started. If I'm honest, all the time at school I went for
willing boys even when I was three, four, five years older than them." said
Tim. "But now, over these last few years I just don't get involved with
anybody who's a minor."

"A minor?"

"Technically, well legally, somebody who's under twenty-one."

"I'll be twenty-one in a couple of months." replied Andy looking at him.

"Hhmm.. yes, you will I suppose." Tim smiled briefly, despite the passing
sensation of the hairs on his neck standing up.

"No, I guess it's bound to happen at school, I used to wank over thoughts
of me classmates getting changed."

"I think we've all done that!"

"Yeah but," flushed at his next admission, Andy looked at the floor, "I
still look at loads of boys and have a wank thinking of 'em later."

"If we were looking at sixteen year old girls and having that wank later
on, well we'd think we were quite normal wouldn't we?"

"Girls, I `spose. Yeah, we would." answered Andy adding after a moments
thought. "But, not twelve year old boys, I know that's wrong."

"No, not twelve year old boys. Fantasising is alright just so as long as we
don't do anything illegal and we can cope with it mentally." said
Tim. "And, I say we cope because I know that sometimes it's hard accepting
what we are and what we want or might have done."

"You really mean feeling guilty or ashamed of something we might have
done?"

"Yes, basically." Tim nodded. "We all do from time to time and it's
something you'll certainly experience, it's yet another reason to have
somebody you can talk to."

"I reckon, despite the way you behave and talk, you have been there ain't
you?" Andy looked at him. "And, it's bloody hurt you at times ain't it?"

"Yes, to be honest."

"Thought so."

It was now Tim's turn to look at the floor, a little surprised at Andy's
perceptiveness. "I expect at some stage you will as well, having somebody
to talk to helps."

"I think I'm there now. I don't know wot to say really," replied Andy,
suddenly sounding quite emotional, "I mean if I'd had to cope with Adam and
all that on me own, without meeting you, dunno if I could. I certainly
ain't perfect now, but at least I think I can see where I am even if I
don't know where the fuck I'm going."

"I understand, but it's best not to dwell on the doomy stuff too long or
you'll never get off it, so let's move on." Tim straightened himself up on
the sofa. "What I really ought to do is find that pile cream stuff for you,
just stay there a minute."

With that Tim disappeared upstairs and after a couple of minutes returned
clutching a blue tube.

"That was quick, considering you've only just moved in." said Andy. "I
didn't think you'd be able to find anything!"

"Ah, I'd packed all the medicine type stuff in my washbag so I knew where
it was."

"Clever."

"No, not all the time." Tim gave the tube to Andy. "Here, rub a bit around
gently."

"D'you think we could do it here, rather than me try and do it at home?"

"Oh, uumm... well yes, I suppose so," Tim having assumed Andy would be
leaving and attending to matters at his own home, he nodded towards the
staircase, "the bathrooms at the top of the stairs and on the left."

"OK."

 "Andy. We? What uumm.. sorry, you just said, we do it?"

"Well see, I was thinking on the way here," Andy looked into Tim's face,
"that maybe you could do it for me, `cause I won't see what I'm gonna be
doing?"

"Do, do what?" Tim already knew what Andy's reply would be. "What me?"

It was neither what he wanted nor in the script. Having had scarcely got
his new-found feelings for Andy under control, the prospect of delicately
anointing his young sphincter sent yet another cold shiver up his
back. Meanwhile his concupiscence was being bolstered by rapidly rising
testosterone levels and a growing erection.

"Well yeah, y'see," even Andy seemed nervous about the suggestion, "I mean,
well.. could you put the cream on for me, `cause like I just said I won't
be able to see wot I'm doing, will I?"

"I don't really want to, sorry.. what I mean is, it's not right... uumm.."
he dried up.

Tim knew there was no escape in that part of him wanted, really wanted to
do it, whilst the other part was afraid of what might develop particularly
with the fragile state of mind that Andy was currently in.

"Oh." Andy looked and sounded really disappointed. His face fell, he looked
at Tim and blinked. "No? You won't?"

"Oh fuck!" said Tim under his breath on knowing that a negative answer
might well derail such composure as Andy had managed to garner. "It's not
so much won't as shouldn't, d'you see?"

That left Tim still having to answer the underlying question, was Andy
merely trying to inveigle him into a sexual act or was he genuinely seeking
help. In fact Andy was unable to coherently answer, being genuinely
confused between the strong pull of his new friendship and now sexually
awakened, in desperate need of further sex in the wake of what he had
experienced that week.

"Please." said Andy, looking as though he were going to burst into
tears. "Please."

"We can't do anything sexual then. You understand?" said Tim, a fact belied
by the erection hidden in his trousers. "We're just doing it as friends
helping each other out. Agreed?"

"Yes." Andy managed a watery smile and added enthusiastically, if not
naively. "I've had a bath if that was worrying you!"

"No it's not, so don't worry about that." Tim got up rather awkwardly,
hoping his erection wasn't obvious. "It'll be easier doing it with you
lying on something, come on upstairs and we'll get you sorted out on the
bed."

Once upstairs with Andy waiting in the doorway, Tim bustled around
collecting pillows and made a pile with three of them on the edge of the
bed, crowned with a bright blue towel.

"There, if you lie over that it'll keep anything off the bedding while I do
the ointment thing."

"I'll take my jeans off then?" asked Andy with some hesitation.

"Well we can't do it with `em on can we!" Tim smiled, trying to sound very
nonchalant as he wiped his glasses on his shirt. "And, your pants probably,
we'll have to spread your legs if it's as bad as you say."

It was the situation Andy had hoped for, but conversely he wasn't at all
sure he should be letting Tim do it knowing he had really pushed him into
it and certainly didn't want to jeopardise their blossoming friendship.

"I'll just wash my hands, while you undress."

"You really don't mind doing this?"

"Well, sort of, but if it really helps you I don't mind."

"Honest?"

"Yes. But nothing sexual. OK?" Tim knew from his erection that wasn't going
to work.

"Course." Andy fervently hoped that it wouldn't work as deep inside he knew
that he desperately wanted to be handled by Tim.


Tim headed towards the bathroom, once inside he locked the door and
unzipped his trousers hoping to rearrange the contents so the bulge wasn't
quite so obvious. On returning to the bedroom he was greeted by the sight
of Andy's white legs, bent over the pile of pillows and still clad in the
white briefs.

"Oh, Y-fronts, weren't you wearing those when I found you in that bog?"
asked Tim staring down. The sight did little to assuage his erection, in
fact quite the reverse. "D'you always wear those?

"It's all I got, they're wot mum buys innit." replied Andy unhappily. "Wish
I had something else."

"Why's that?"

"Well they're horrible, they don't fit, they just hangs with a gert baggy
bum," he replied firmly and turned pulling a face, "and, besides every kid
in England wears the fucking horrible things!"

"I just bought some, I got them on now."

"Maybe the new ones fit better then, we should have a look!" almost
immediately he looked up and very apologetically added. "Oh shit! Sorry,
Tim, sorry, sorry, didn't mean that honest!"

"I don't care, you can have a look if you want!" Tim laughed. "D'you know
what, this daft conversation has relaxed you and I don't care if we do talk
about my underwear as long as you start smiling a bit."

"Really?" Andy actually smiled. "The truth is, well if you don't tell
nobody, I'll tell you a secret."

"Go on then, you know I won't tell." Tim watched trying not to show any
reaction as Andy forced what could only be an erection into the pillows.

"Truth is, I got a thing about pants," he flushed, but on seeing no sign of
disapproval from Tim continued, "I loves watching boys and trying to guess
wot they're wearing and.. well, and if they're playing with it in their
pocket... I nearly came in me trousers watching two schoolboys on the bus
the other day!"

"Truth is," replied Tim grinning, "I used to do the same!"

"You won't tell no one will you, you promised." said Andy looking worried,
it wasn't an admission he'd normally make lightly if at all.

"Don't be silly, of course not." Tim looked at him. "Alright, one secret
deserves another, I used to look in the changing rooms to see what
underpants boys wore."

"So did I!" Andy flushed again. "If I found a pair of briefs with spunk
stains, I'd sometimes wank in them as well!"

"Wasn't just me then?" Tim laughed. "Well I know it wasn't, because later
on the other boy who I thought did it really fucked me!"

"So wot made you buy them bloody Y-fronts then?" asked Andy excitedly.

"Don't know really, just seemed like a good idea."

Tim smiled on seeing he had at last found something to bring Andy back to a
more normal disposition, that was if the topic of boys underwear was a part
of a normal disposition. That fact was Tim didn't wish to admit that white
vest and briefs were de rigueur in the world of corporal punishment.

"If I had the choice I'd buy some briefs in blue or red or something, those
small ones I `spect you've seen 'em in shops."

"Oh yes I have, but enough of this sexy chat and get your pants off so we
can attend to matters," he tapped him gently on his bottom, "you don't have
to be shy because I saw all your bits in that bog down at Weston."

"Oh yes, I'd forgotten that." looking embarrassed Andy slowly stood up and
turned to face Tim, the bulge in his briefs was very noticeable.

"Oh, now I see."

"Tim, yeah alright I got a stiffy! But it's not `cause of you, it's just
sorta got hard!"

"I'm not worried, I've seen enough cocks, big, small, hard and soft!" Tim
grinned. "To tell you the truth, I think I'm getting one as well having to
do this, but don't worry you're quite safe."

"Oh." Andy furtively glanced at Tim's trousers, could there be development
already?

"You see, there's something about the thought of putting a finger up
another blokes bum that has that effect on me, I can't imagine why can
you?"

"No idea!" replied Andy, who despite smiling seemed to be making rather a
production of taking his briefs off. "You won't laugh or nothing will you?"

"At what? Why?"

"Me cock!" said Andy as he finally pushed the briefs down to his knees,
exposing a very hard and red looking erection.

"Looks alright to me." said Tim glancing at it. "If you were six foot four
I might say it was a bit small, but as you're only five foot six it looks
fine to me."

"Does it?" Andy looked down to see it for himself. "I've always had a thing
about having a small cock, but you reckon it's alright?"

"That's what I said," Tim reached for the tube of ointment, "so Andy if you
want me to do your bum then get those pants right off, open your legs and
lean over the pillows. Now!"

Andy's mood had certainly improved with the combination of sexual banter
and talk of a topic that he obviously found very exciting. Pushing his
erection into the pillows he was about to crane his head back to see what
Tim was doing when he found his legs being gently forced further apart.

"Bloody hell, what have you done to yourself?" exclaimed Tim after taking a
close look between Andy's cheeks. "Damn, this stuffs near the end of the
tube so there isn't much in it, but it should do for a couple of
applications.

"Is it bad? Will we need a lot?"

"It's not good and another tube would be nice. What was you said, a
screwdriver handle?"

"Yeah, a big `un."

"Well it's certainly screwed you up!" Tim leant over again. "Your ring's
all red and swollen, I'm going to have to put some of this inside as well I
think to be safe."

"Oh, will I enjoy it?" spluttered Andy, the situation appearing have a very
beneficial effect on him.

"I don't know, I'm hoping we both might enjoy it!" said Tim squirting a
blob of cream onto his index finger. "I'm going to rub a bit around the
outside first, OK?"

"You're a bum doctor!" Andy actually laughed.

"D'you mean I'm a bum doctor or I'm the bum doctor?" asked Tim now also
laughing and quite delighted that Andy's mood was very much in the
ascension.

"Ooohhhh... that stuffs bloody cold!" squeaked Andy as Tim's finger made
contact with the inflamed sphincter. "Fuck! It stings a bit!"

"Shut up, it'll do you good!"

Tim having moved to stand between the outstretched legs began massaging
cream around the reddened skin using a very light touch in a circular
motion. Andy soon yielded to the treatment, his initial groans of protest
rapidly switching to moans of unmitigated pleasure as Tim's highly
experienced anal digit worked it's magic. The longer the finger traced the
sphincter, the more aroused Andy became leading to him starting to gently
hump the pillows under him.

The situation, as Tim fully acknowledged was incredibly erotic and exactly
what he had been trying to avoid. However, now in that position and having
begun he could see no way of exiting without taking advantage of it to
gratify himself. With Andy now rhythmically humping the pillows it seemed
the opportune moment.

"I'm, I'm going to push and get some cream inside." Tim's voice was
slightly croaky.

"Right." gasped Andy. "Will it hurt?"

"No. Quite the contrary I expect!"

Tim withdrew his finger and peered at the target, bright red and utterly
irresistible.

"Wot you doing?" Andy continued to gently hump the pillows.

"Putting some stuff on me finger and.." he paused as he squirted more cream
onto his finger.

"Oh."

Ideally Tim wanted to ram his aching cock up it, still the next best thing
was to give it a good fingering although he knew he shouldn't even be
contemplating it.

"Ready?" Tim didn't give Andy a chance to answer before he inserted his
finger as far as it would go.

"Fucking hell!" shrieked Andy literally jumping off the bed.

On the spur of the moment Tim made a lightening decision, pushing his hand
well underneath Andy whilst he was airborne, so that when he landed he was
greeted by Tim's hand very firmly grasping the slippery head of his cock.

"Fucking hell!" shrieked Andy for the second time in less than three
seconds.

Tim, his finger now deep inside took less another five seconds to wreak
havoc with Andy's already overburdened prostate, the palm of his other hand
finding itself unable to contain the slews of semen that Andy was
disgorging.

Even though the act was scarcely over, Tim was already feeling the
recriminations of guilt for allowing himself to take advantage of Andy's
predicament and sincerely hoped that his actions had not and would not ruin
their friendship.

Andy already mentally sapped was understandably now somewhat physically
exhausted as well and just lay there on top the pillows with his eyes
closed. Tim, on seeing that it might be best to leave him for a few minutes
to recoup he headed for the bathroom intent on cleaning himself up. That in
itself proved to be an erotic experience since he couldn't bear to wash off
Andy's semen and greedily licked it off before finally washing his
hands. In turn that left him with another problem, an erection that would
not go down, the answer was of course a quick bout of hand relief whilst
Andy was outside recovering and where better than in the wash basin!

"Uumm..."

Tim, his trousers and briefs around his ankles turned to see Andy standing
in the doorway watching him, still with naked from the waist down his
genitals soaked with semen.

"Oh fuck!" Tim really was embarrassed at being caught and went bright red.

"I'd like too, we'd better wait a couple of months till I'm twenty one!"
Andy laughed.  "Fuck, this is embarrassing." said Tim. "I didn't want to do
anything in there in case you thought I was.. well you know.."

"Trying to get me to help you, `cause I'm underage?" Andy smiled. "I think
we're past that and I, I really respect you for not trying it on me."

"I tried, but I failed... and I've failed myself." Tim looked at the
floor. "I didn't want to do it, you know that, but once I'd started I just
couldn't hold back. I'm so sorry."

"Could I," Andy moved to stand at his side, "well, would you let me wank
you off?"

"Oh god.. of course I want you to, but I ought to say no, shouldn't I?" Tim
looked at Andy not really sure what to do. "Andy it's not right, it's not
what I intended at all."

"You should really say no, I agree." Andy grinned. "Or, we could wank each
other and then we'll promise not to touch each other, at least until me
birthday."

Tim gulped, it was an offer he couldn't really refuse particularly as
Andy's cock had magically become erect again and the amount of spunk stuck
in his pubic hair only made the offer all the more enticing.

"I'm ready to cum again, but if you don't want to do it I can understand."
Andy's fingers grasped the slimy shaft as his thumb rubbed over the piss
slit. "Tim, you've got me so excited I'm gonna need another wank whatever
happens!"

"Well we got this far." Tim took a deep breath. "Come on then, by the basin
and we'll reach over and do each other."

Andy excitedly moved over.

"Stay there, in my wash bag I've got some baby oil, that's great for wank,
you ever tried it?"

"No. I'll give it a go." Andy shook his head and watched as Tim bent over
to reach into the bag on the bathroom stool to pull out a clear bottle.

"Here get a drop of this on your cock and start rubbing, you'll love it."
said Tim unscrewing the cap.

"Tim," Andy looked at him rather quizzically, "wot are those sort of
stripes, marks across your bottom?"

"Oh... oh those are... uumm.." for the second time in very short space of
time Tim looked extremely embarrassed. "uumm... oh bollocks!"

"What's happened, looks like you've been caned!" said Andy thinking it as a
joke and laughing as he pointed.

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Chap 17 to follow