Date: Wed, 20 May 2015 09:24:37 +0100
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Lab Technician-  Chapter 17

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
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Chapter 17 – Shaken, but stirred


By early that afternoon Mark had had totally enough of moving house and all
the hassle that went with it. The combination of unpacking, collapsing
beds, frayed tempers and not even having the privacy of a bedroom where he
could indulge in self-abuse dictated that he needed to escape and unwind on
his own for a while. The only answer he concluded was to excavate his bike
from the piles of boxes that had been dumped in the garage and take a
leisurely trip around the surrounding streets to see what was what.

Although one of the double wooden garage doors was partly open, once inside
it was quite gloomy and his eyes needed time to get accustomed to the low
light. Pausing by a pile of large cardboard boxes almost as tall as he was,
he blinked and strained to see if his bike was against the far wall as he'd
remembered. The garage being somewhat longer than average and having the
rear window blocked by more boxes meant he bumped into various objects
whilst picking his way to the bicycle.

It wasn't the noises he was making as he stumbled through, it was the alien
sound of something scraping on the concrete floor that he thought he heard
during a pause for breath before moving yet more obstacles from his
path. Rather shocked and wondering who or what was making the noise in the
darkened garage he stood as still as his beating heart would allow and
listened for further sounds of life.

Finally after several seconds of silence he summoned all his courage and
demanded in a very theatrical manner. "Who's in here? Come out right now."

There was what sounded like some shuffling in the far corner and then
silence. Mark was unsure what to do. And, in truth was even more unsure of
what to do if the mystery person approached him! He looked round to check
the door was still open so he could quickly escape if need be, finally
though he made the very brave decision to wait and see who it was in hiding
the gloom.

What's a boy to do when driven by the urge to masturbate several times a
day?

Alfie had thought he'd found the answer, his trousers and briefs lying on
the cardboard box next to him was now clutching at his cock as though it
were some form of comforter. Petrified by the voice and totally unaware
that it was his brother who had entered the garage he had been caught at
his most vulnerable.

"Right whoever are you, I'm coming over."

By kicking at the boxes and making lots of noise although not really moving
Mark hoped to flush out the mystery visitor, it had the desire effect.

"Don't hurt me.." wailed Alfie.

"Wot?" Mark suddenly realised the plaintiff voice sounded familiar. "Who
are you?"

There was a pause. "I'm Alfie."

"You fucking little twatt!" exclaimed Mark, breathing a sigh of
relief. "Wot the fuck are you doing in here?"

"Mark?" replied Alfie weakly in disbelief.

"Yes." said Mark pushing his way through the jumble of boxes. "I only came
in to get me bike, I thought you were a fucking burglar!"

"Oh shit!"

It was at that point Alfie remembered he had no trousers on and that Mark
was all of two steps away.

"Now then, wot you hiding in here for, wot's it all about?"

In the gloom he looked down at his younger brother, then looked
again. Alfie was naked from the waist down and endeavouring to cover his
essentials with his hands.

"Uumm..." Alfie, first scared by Mark's entrance was now feeling very
humiliated at being apprehended when he was approaching such a personal
moment.

"Wot are you doing?" in the gloom Mark couldn't really comprehend what he
had been doing and looked around for a clue.

Worried he was going to cry, Alfie bravely fought back the tears and
replied somewhat forcefully. "Wot's it look bloody like, I was having a
wank!"

"You're in here having a wank!" Mark laughed. "You dirty little bugger!"

Alfie was rather shaken by the entire episode, Mark on the other hand was
stirred, put more accurately something was stirring in his jeans.

Alfie rubbed his eyes again and it looked as though he was finally going to
cry.

"Hey, none of that," he found an arm around his shoulder, Mark whispered in
his ear, "well you laughed your bloody little head the other night at me
didn't you?"

"Bollocks!" muttered Alfie, it was payback time and he knew it. "Well I
can't do it in the bedroom with you there listening can I?"

"You could, I suppose if," Mark reached down and brushed Alfie's hands away
so that he could take charge of the flagging member, "if suppose, well if
we agreed to do it together."

"Wot d'you mean?" Alfie could feel his cock getting harder thanks to the
gentle kneading, Mark plainly had something more than words in mind.

"Well, neither of us wants to wank with the other listening, so why don't
we do it together?" he rolled the head of Alfie's cock between his thumb
and forefinger.

"Wot, oh, could do I `spose," without warning Alfie put his hand on the
front of Mark's jeans, "like this you mean?"

"Yeah, you got the idea." Mark grinned in the darkness, maybe sharing a
bedroom wasn't so bad after all. "I think once we'd done it a couple of
times we wouldn't worry then would we?"

"Nah, don't `spose we would."

"Well shall we do it then, now?"

"I thought we were!" Alfie giggled. "What about you, it feels hard?"

"Undo me jeans and find out."

"Can I rub it till you cum?" asked Alfie looking up in the gloom as his hot
little hand fumbled with the zip and the bulging fly.

"Provided you;ve got it out me pants, I don't wanna make a mess in 'em."

"I do it in `em, in front the telly sometimes when I get home from school!"
replied Alfie giggling again. "But then I don't make much spunk, so it
don't matter too much."

"You dirty little sod! Still, I used to do that when I was you age as well,
there that's honest innit?"

"Why ain't we ever done this before?" asked Alfie looking up again.

"I don't know, but maybe we should have."

"Well we are now."



It was Andy who had returned home first at around lunchtime, in an
excellent frame of mind and with an erection to match. Totally thrilled by
the mornings unexpected development with Tim, he breezed cheerfully past
his mother and on up to the bathroom. The intention was to quickly apply
the remainder of the ointment to his bottom since it had most definitely
made a difference to the comfort factor. On returning downstairs even she
remarked that his limp appeared to be a little better and enquired if he
still intended going to the doctors as planned.

"Yeah, I `spose so, seems to be getting a lot better though."

"You certainly look more comfortable, shall we see what you're like later
on?"

"Yeah alright."

She looked at him and sniffed, there was a familiar odour mixed with the
faintly antiseptic smell of the ointment. "You are going to have a bath
before you go aren't you?"

"Course I am, later on this afternoon I thought."

"Good! Now then what about a snack it's nearly one o'clock?" she looked
around. "Where's that brother of yours got to now?"

Before he answer the hall door suddenly opened and Martin appeared, smiling
and from the tent in his jeans obviously more than delighted with the way
his morning had gone as well.

"Wot you been up to then?" asked Andy with the emphasis on the word up, he
winked.

"Went round to Adam's place and I was, up in his room."

"Come on you two, I bought a French stick, I'll put a snack together." she
headed off towards the kitchen. "It's not often I have you both home in the
day like this."

"Looks like you still are, up that is!" Andy laughed. "Was it that good?"

"Fucking hell, yeah! It's like nothing else!" whispered Martin heading
towards the stairs. "It's so hard I just gotta have another wank, will you
keep her happy for five minutes!"

"Yeah. No! No hang on, don't do that, I've got a better idea," Andy
grinned, "why don't we both have a wank and you can tell me more about wot
happened with Adam."

"Oh yeah." said Martin excitedly, "But where, `cause mums about ain't she?"

"Dunno, lets go in and keep her happy, we'll have something to eat and
think about it then."

Sat at the table picking over the French bread and cheese Martin pondered
the important question of where they could go to indulge their
desires. Then he had an idea based on something Adam had mentioned, but
would Andy go along with it?

Across the table Andy was also deep in thought, but his thoughts were far
more complex in that he was trying to analyse why he was now so calm after
what had happened during the last tumultuous few days.

A lot of it was down to Tim's guidance and in accepting what he now knew
himself to be, even though he would probably remain a closet homosexual for
some time. Emotional and sexual relationships he couldn't fully understand
at the moment and wasn't even attempting too, although he could admit to
himself he thought he had fallen for Adam. Strangely enough though, he
didn't feel in the slightest bit jealous of Martin who had literally just
lost his virginity with Adam. Then there was Tim who had so quickly become
a friend and confidant, although Andy felt quite guilty knowing he
shouldn't have so blatantly enticed him in mutual masturbation. Finally
there was his very own brother, now a very willing sexual partner and even
if he didn't like to admit it, Andy found he was rather taken with young
Alfie's pocket manipulations from three doors up!

"Me front tyres flat again."

"Andrew, your brothers talking to you."

"You wot?" Andy looked up from his plate in a dazed fashion.

"Are you sure you are still with us?" asked Joyce smiling.

"Oh.. uumm.. yes, sorry mum I was thinking. Wot did he say?"

"Thinking about what? Something important?"

"Sort of."

"Oh.."

Quickly making an attempt to change the subject before she continued he
added. "Could you pass the butter please."

>From across the table, unseen by their mother Martin made a circular sign
with his thumb and forefinger, then winked.

Andy at first flushed then pretended to cough to cover his laughter.

"Are you alright?" enquired Joyce.

"Yeah, fine."

"Have a drink of water."

"Right." holding the glass, but unable to drink or even look at Martin he
spluttered. "Wot d'you say has gone flat?"

"I said me front tyres gone flat again." repeated Martin grinning. "Don't
seem like I mended properly last time."

"Well, I `spose we could have another go at getting it to stay up this
afternoon." replied Andy knowing he was getting enquiring looks from his
mother.

"We'll do it together then?" Martin was now openly laughing.

"What's so funny between you two?" asked Joyce, happy that the two of them
were getting on so well, when normally half-term breaks were just a little
fraught.

"Bit of running joke about getting his thing to stay up, that's all mum."
Andy smiled.

"And, I don't suppose I'll never know what the joke is will I?"

"Probably not!"

"Listen Andy, before we can do anything I've got an horrible bit of
homework left to do for school which I've just remembered." admitted Martin
very reluctantly.

"I thought you'd told me you were up todate with all your work at the
beginning of the week." weighed in Joyce looking at him, not it seemed well
pleased.

"I must have made a mistake then." Martin looked as innocent as he could
which wasn't very, knowing the work was long overdue and he dare not return
to school without it on pain of detention.

"That's alright then," said Andy, thinking he could have a little rest
after the mornings exertions, "wot about doing it about half past two, that
give you enough time to do it?"

"Should be fine." said Martin, carefully avoiding his mothers questioning
look.

"You two are quite hopeless." she said getting up from the table and
looking at Andy, "he's always covered in oil and under that car of his and
you Martin, you have yet to ever finish any homework on time."

"I know, but we are lovely really aren't we?" Martin smiled sweetly.

"Oh... get on with you"

"Anyway mum, think just what would you do without us?" said Andy smiling.

"A lot less washing for a start and..." she stopped and looked at Andy,
"listen, I've just realised it's Friday, there's no evening surgery tonight
is there?"

"Oh no, there ain't." Andy looked at her feeling relieved on one hand, but
now without ointment wanting some form of magical cure on the
other. "Damn."

"Well you're going to have to put up with it then. If you're still limping
you must go on Monday morning or you could go to casualty at the hospital
over the weekend if it gets really bad!"

"Wot! Mum, I ain't going to hospital! I'll wait till Monday to see the
doctor and, and I'll ring Peter at work and tell him I'll be in a bit
later?"

The snack lunch over Andy retired to his room and after the morning
exertions fell asleep, having to be woken by Martin when he'd finished the
homework in order to mend the puncture. Feeling barely awake he shambled
slowly downstairs after him and out into the front garden to inspect the
flat tyre.

"Well turn it upside down then," said Andy looking for somewhere to sit,
"you can get the wheel off by yourself this time."

"Bollocks, ain't you gonna help?"

"No. Now, did you think how we could do it then?"

"Wot... eh?" Martin slowly smiled. "Oh that."

"Yeah, that." said Andy. "But before that, have you got any spanners?"

Martin shook his head. "But, you gotta car full of `em."

"Bollocks. Hang on then."

Andy walked slowly to the car and opened boot to look in the tool bag. The
first object that confronted him was the infamous yellow plastic handled
Stanley screwdriver. He picked it up and looked at it thinking he must have
been mad to have pushed it inside, with the handle being nearly two inches
in diameter it was a wonder he hadn't seriously injured himself.

"Wot you looking at?" called out Martin. "Hurry up."

"Bollocks." repeated Andy rummaging around in the tool bag and returning to
the garden clutching some spanners. "Here, these should do it."

"Ta."

Andy sat once again on the low wall with a hand in his pocket, he watched
as Martin fiddled around undoing the nuts. Progress was slow, but the sight
of bulge in Martin's jeans and occasional flashes of the top of his briefs
made up for it.

"Well, I'll tell you wot I thought we might do?" Martin looked around and
rubbed the front of his jeans. "D'you know it ain't gone down since I got
back, but I gotta idea."

"I'd never have guessed it ain't gone down!"

"Piss off!"

"Go on then wot's the big idea, I hope it don't involve driving `cause that
hurts me buu..." he stopped himself just in time, "I means me hip."

"Oh come on, it is yer bum innit, so wot you bloody done to it?"

"Fuck off." Andy looked embarrassed, as indeed would anyone be on having to
admit to so painfully rogering their own rectum. "Now wot's the big idea
then?"

"Simple really, we has a wank out here!"

"You're bloody joking, if somebody sees us we'll get fucking arrested or
something!" Andy looked shocked at the suggestion. "You silly sod! Can't do
that!"

"Not if we ain't got our cocks out," Martin looked around, "don't you see,
we has a wank in our pants."

"Oh." it was Andy's turn to look around, the idea of doing it in the front
garden suddenly became really appealing. "Wot now? Right now?"

"Yeah, I got on Adam's pants and he's cum in 'em already, so they're
already a sticky mess," Martin looked at Andy knowing he also enjoyed the
sensation of walking about in slimy briefs, "and you likes doing it that
way don't you?"

"Alright then, if I face you I'll put me hand down the front and do it."
replied Andy immediately slipping his hand down the front of his jeans and
into his briefs.

"Well I cut a hole in me pocket earlier, `cause these is old jeans anyway."
Martin grinned as he demonstrated by pushing his hand inside and to what
looked to Andy right under the elastic of his briefs.

"Cor, you're fucking disgusting!" Andy laughed. "Now you gotta listen out
for mum and I'll listen for anybody walking by on the pavement. Right?"

"Yeah right. Now on the count of three then?"

"Yeah, tell you wot," Andy grinned, "first one to cum gets to finish the
other off!"

"Right... ready... one... we gotta start with our hands
out... two... three..."

With both brothers already extremely aroused, not only by what had happened
in the morning, but also since they were actually about to masturbate in
their front garden and so it wouldn't take tooy long before one of them
climaxed.

Standing by the upturned bicycle and partly facing the house with his hand
freely working the length of his cock inside his jeans, Martin had the
logistical advantage over Andy who remained seated. Understandably it
didn't seem to take any time at all before Martin announced that he wasn't
far off, although it was only a few seconds later that Andy announced he
too was almost there.

"I'll beat you to it!" said Martin somewhat breathlessly, the visible part
of his arm now almost blur as it frantically worked the length of his cock
through the hole in his pocket.

"Nah you won't," Andy doubled his efforts, "yer gonna burst the zip first
doing that!"

"Oh my god!"

With that Martin shuddered and groaned as his cock started to spurt strings
of hot semen, the power of the ejaculation forcing it through the denim to
form a large shiny blob on the front of the bulging fly.

"Fuck! And, you've cum earlier as well!" exclaimed Andy, momentarily
pausing to watch even though he were on the cusp of ejaculating himself.

"Oh bloody hell!" mumbled Martin trying to collect his senses, he turned
around in a rather wobbly fashion and leant against the hedge staring at
the slimy fingers he had just withdrawn from his pocket.

"Fuck, wot's happening!" exclaimed Andy grabbing desperately at his jeans.

He might have stopped rubbing, his cock though now fully primed had decided
to carrying on towards some form of climax by itself. It was a most unusual
feeling, almost as though he were ejaculating but not quite. In fact what
was happening was that the entire contents of his balls were oozing
uncontrollably into his briefs.

"Hello!"

The voice had been very briefly preceded by the sound of skidding by the
rear wheel of a bicycle. Mark having happily concluded his intimate
business with Alfie in the garage had set off to tour of the neighbourhood
and had ridden down the pavement when he saw the brothers over the hedge in
the garden.

"Wot? Who? Oh fuck!"

Startled, Andy looked up to see Mark sat on his bike peering down into the
garden, one arm supporting himself as he leaned against the garden
wall. Martin having been taken by complete surprise at such an inopportune
moment looked twice just as though he couldn't believe his eyes, he then
instantly turned away.

"I think you've met me little brother Alfie, he told me about you two."
Mark smiled. His initial assessment was that Martin was about his age
whilst Andy, although he could apparently drive looked scarcely more than
seventeen.

Luckily Andy quickly realised that Martin wasn't entirely with them and
thought he ought to make some form of conversation to hold Mark's
attention. Getting up rather awkwardly from his seat on the wall he hoped
the protuberance in his jeans wouldn't be noticed. Even if that weren't
noticed, he'd certainly noticed something that felt as though it were
slowly sliding down between his legs the more he moved.

"Ah... oh.." said Andy finally understanding who the visitor was, "yeah oh,
yeah Alfie, oh right. I got it now, you've just moved in a few doors up the
road?"

"Yeah, I'm Mark." he held out his hand.

"I'm Andy," he smiled after quickly wiping his hand on the seat of his
jeans he took Mark's hand, "and that's me brother Martin."

"Hello."

Mark stretched his arm to offer Martin his hand. Utterly panicked at the
thought of doing so, with his own hand so thoroughly sticky with spunk Mark
went bright red and then mumbled something to the effect he had better not
since he was quite oily from attending to the front wheel.

"Wot you mending then?"

The voice sounded familiar. At that point, Mark's shadow in the shape of
Alfie arrived at high speed having heard the voices when he was closing the
garage door.

"Oh bleeding hell!" exclaimed Mark on seeing his younger brother appear
from nowhere. "Not you, piss off!"

"Hello." replied Alfie grinning, unphased by the hostile reception
proceeded to totally ignore his brother and continue as though he had known
the brothers for ages. "Mart, I'll give you a hand with the bike if you
wants, I ain't got nothing else to do."

Andy tried not to smile, there was no doubt they had been adopted by
Alfie. Neither was there any doubt that he was rather intrigued by the
bulge in Alfie's shorts.

"If I were you, I'd just let him do it." said Mark in resigned voice. "He
can mend anything, the clever little bugger!"

The downside of having Alfie in tow was that Mark had hoped to have
gradually cultivated the new friendship to the point where he could talk
openly about sex, be it of the boy or girl variety. The consolation was
that even if he couldn't talk about it there was nothing to stop him
casting glances at Andy's jeans and watching the dark patch that was slowly
forming.

"Well he can, if he want's too." Martin had finally found his voice, but
was really more concerned that the state of his jeans and prominent
erection shouldn't be seen. "I ain't much good at practical things like
this really."

"Well, it'll bloody keep him happy won't it!" Mark looked on as Alfie
hastened towards the spanners by the upturned bike in the middle of the
garden path.

"I think it's that one you want." said Andy pointing down to the smaller of
three spanners on the ground by the handlebars.

Alfie, in his self-appointed capacity of bicycle repair man quickly moved
to pick up the spanner, unfortunately he moved a little too quickly and on
catching his foot in the upturned handlebars launched himself into
space. In this context though, space was a relative term since Alfie was
all of four foot something above ground level when he started his
declination. Uselessly flapping his arms about in readiness to cushion his
fall to earth he gave, much to Andy's amusement a poor impression of a
wayward duckling.

More by luck than judgement, he didn't plummet directly to earth, but
instead broke his fall by making contact with Martin. The spectacle of the
descent was enhanced by the flaying arms which accidentally hit Martin in
quick succession very squarely on the very part of his anatomy that he was
so desperately trying to hide from view.

"Fuck!" cried Martin instantly doubling up in pain and grabbing at the
bulging front of his sticky jeans. "He's snapped me cock!"

Mark looked at Andy and Andy looked at Mark.

Slowly they both began to grin, having correctly guessed that for one's
erection be on the receiving end of a couple of Alfie's mighty blows would
indeed be a most painful experience.

"Wot the fuck!" exclaimed Alfie from the horizontal on the dusty path. Not
normally given to swearing the afternoons events were proving to be a
definite exception.

Andy and Mark were desperately trying not to laugh and both moving in
Martin's direction to see what had happened, Mark in particular was very
keen to acquire a close up view of the jeans which appeared to also have a
bulge and wet patch.

"Wot the fuck!" repeated Alfie now looking at his hand and rubbing the
fingers together, subtly demonstrating the fine lubricational qualities of
semen. Slowly he was putting two and two together, the inescapable answer
being five meaning that Martin must have ejaculated in his jeans. There was
no mistaking what was on his fingers, especially as less than half an hour
earlier he had been privy to checking out the equally fine lubricational
qualities of Mark's semen in the darkened garage.

"Let's have a look then." Mark was now next to Martin. "Wot's Alfie done to
you?"

Martin was dreading whatever was going to happen next and looked up to see
Mark staring wide eyed down at his jeans, the shiny wet patch quite
unmistakable.

"He's just spunked over me hands!" proclaimed Alfie loudly which
considerably added to Martin's discomfort and to confirm it pointed a
slippery finger towards him.

"Shit!" stuttered Andy, wondering how Martin could find a way out of the
situation.

"You haven't have you?" asked Mark before he could stop himself. Despite
only knowing the brothers for a few minutes and knowing that he shouldn't
really be getting involved at all in such a personal problem the question
just had to be asked.

"He has! He must have cum in his pants!" confirmed Alfie excitedly, how
standing and staring at his hand. "Look it's all over me fingers!"

Martin looked at him in horror, frantically trying to come up with an
excuse that wouldn't embarrass him any more than he was already. Then just
having accepted he was to be the laughing stock, a glimmer of an idea
flashed through his mind. There was nothing to loose so why should he be
the only one to be embarrassed?

"Oh fuck he's right, he's just cum!" confirmed Mark looking between Alfie's
fingers and Martin's jeans.

"Well we all do it don't we? Wank?" announced Martin, who after pausing for
even greater effect added. "And, I just fancied wanking in the front
garden!"

The statement was quite unambiguous and designed to remove the focus from
himself, instead effectively making them all admit to masturbation, which
in itself would be a great leveller. It had the immediate effect of making
Mark and Alfie blush, their feet shuffled on the garden path.

"That's alright innit?" confirmed Andy grinned disarmingly, his new found
homosexual status allowing him to freely express views on the taboo
subject. "We're quite open about these things, like wanking ain't we Mart?"

"Wot!" squeaked Alfie in panic. He looked to Mark for some sort of
brotherly support afraid that he too might be drawn into the discussion on
masturbation and have to admit to partaking of the deadly sin in front of
his new friends.

Despite all that it was though a situation that Mark found incredibly
arousing, he could feel his cock rapidly growing as Andy spoke. Pushing as
close to Martin as he dare, he again stared down at his jeans, there was
absolutely no doubt that Martin had just ejaculated in the front garden!

"So," said Andy fixing Mark with his eye, "hands up all those who haven't
wanked earlier? Don't be shy!"

Andy couldn't believe himself what he was now asking, but after the last
weeks sexual developments the question didn't seem very radical at
all. Mark who was the prime target of the question looked rather flushed
and kept his hand down.

"Wot and me?" Alfie was confused and very embarrassed. Was this how big
boys normally talked, were they always so open about such highly personal
matters?

"Yeah, if you know wot spunk is you can probably do it!" said Martin
grinning.

"Cor, how d'you know I know wot spunk is?" Alfie looked puzzled.

"That's it then, we're all happy wankers!" said Andy looking in Mark's
direction. "So if Mart's got himself into a bit of a mess don't worry about
it, `cause I'm sure we've all cum in our pants at some time, ain't we?"

"Yeah, alright I have as well." replied Mark now more than little red in
the face, but nevertheless determined to carry the conversation on. "Y'know
I was hoping that sometime we might get on this subject, but not as quick
as this, bloody hell we only met ten minutes ago!"

"Good," Martin winked, "and so maybe next time we won't just talk about
it!"

"Wot?" asked Mark amazed at Martin's openness. "D'you mean we'd.."

"Yeah, that's exactly wot I do mean!" interrupted Martin grinning.

"That would be nice wouldn't it!" Andy winked. "Sorta communal."

"Wot! Wot's communist? " Alfie looked around with his mouth open.

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Chapter 18 to follow