Date: Wed, 03 Jun 2015 09:04:33 +0100
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Lab Technician Chapter 18

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 18 – Monday morning


"I'm not going!"

"But, you've got to go to school."

"No, I don't wanna go to that school, I wanna go to me old one!"

"Alfie, you've got to go to this new school, you can't stay home all day
can you?"

"Why no? Yes I can." he scowled at his father.

"Now look, Mark's going isn't he and he'll look after you." Jim looked
across the bedroom to Mark who was tying a very bad knot in his new
tie. "Won't you?"

"Yeah, I `spose so." Mark, couldn't really pretend he was all that
enthusiastic about going to the new school himself.

"He might not!" Alfie knew it was losing battle, but was nevertheless worth
a try.

"Look, we agreed that I'd come in on the bus with you to introduce you,
because you're joining the school at a half term. Now we agreed, didn't
we?"

"Yeah. Dad, so d'you mean we'll be the only new kids there then?" he pulled
another face. "Dad, that ain't fair, `cause they'll all know that we're new
won't they?"

"Possibly." Jim was running out of rational arguments and really didn't
want to reach the point of no return and lose his self control. "Alfie,
didn't you say there was nice boy down the road about Mark's age who went
to the grammar school, you might meet up with him and he could show you the
ropes. Don't you agree Mark?

"I `spose."

Mark shrugged his shoulders, already regretting that in the Monday morning
rush to get organised for the new school he had not had time for a some
hand relief in the bathroom washbasin. It was promising to be a long hard
day, although with any luck he might find a quiet toilet somewhere during
the lunchbreak, better still find Martin at the school and see if he were
interested in joining him as had been intimated.

"Besides, we got these gert new uniforms," Alfie looked down at the
immaculate blazer, "it's obvious we're new kids innit dad?"

"Hmmm... possibly."

Alfie certainly did look rather smart in a new dark blue blazer, white
shirt, blue school tie, polished shoes and even a crease in his grey
shorts.

"Bollocks!" muttered Mark to himself, he turned leaving them to argue it
out and left the bedroom to head downstairs where it appeared voices were
also raised in distention.

"Sophie you are not going to school looking like that and that's final!"
the tone of Alison's voice was enough to even make Mark feel worried.

"I am, other girls go like it." countered Sophie despite knowing her mother
was rapidly reaching the aforesaid point of no return.

Mark listened attentively in the hallway outside the closed dining room
door.

"You are not going to a new school dressed like that!"

"I am." Sophie knew no fear. Well, up to a point.

"You are not young lady! That skirt is shorter than a miniskirt." ranted
Alison. "Don't you realise you look something from the rough end of a
council estate!"

"Wot! No I don't. I don't!" screamed Sophie stamping her foot. "I don't. I
don't!"

Her mothers vicious barb had squarely hit the target. It was an unfair
comment, but had served it's purpose since the last thing Sophie considered
herself as was something dredged from the rough end of a council
estate. She thought of herself as way, way above that.

"You've rolled the waistband of that skirt up so far I can see your
knickers as you walk about!" Alison paused, it was time to mollify the
argument now the point had been so forceably made. "For god's sake Sophie,
can't you see how stupid you look? Now go upstairs and sort it out or we're
going to be late."

Mark listened, there was no audible reply from his sister. However, the
thought of looking up her skirt did produce a twinge from his cock. Seconds
later his dream was realised as Sophie flounced out of the room, pushing
him to one side and thundered up the stairs. Mark stared hard at the white
panties with little pink flowers, all tightly encasing what looked like a
very pert bottom with some form of lump at the front. His mother was also
wrong it wasn't even long enough to be a miniskirt, more of a fanbelt. Just
what was it that girls had between their legs pondered Mark, maybe his new
friend Martin might know.

"That girl, I don't know what's come over her lately!" said Alison walking
into the hallway. "Let's hope she calms down, I can't go through this every
morning."

"You taking her in the car then mum?" asked Mark, rubbing his growing
erection through his trouser pocket, hopefully without being noticed.

"Yes, if I can get her to look half decent. Now dad's going in with you two
on the bus isn't he? Hows Alfie doing?"

"Alfie, well he just trying it on isn't he?" Mark smiled. "He's alright and
I'll keep an eye out for him."

"And as for you Mark, I know you and your dirty habits," she looked at him
and waved a finger, it was one of those mornings and she was definitely in
one of those moods, "now have you got all clean clothes on? Clean pants?
You'd wear the same dirty clothes for a week if I didn't keep an eye on
you!"

"Yes I have." the smile had gone, instead he looked really very embarrassed
and hoped nobody had overheard, nevertheless his mothers comments were
sadly true.

"Good. Now where is that girl or we're going to be late."




"Mr Lewis the doctor will see you now."

Having used all of Tim's ointment on the Friday, Andy had had to concede
defeat over the weekend and given in to the literal pain in his bum
combined with the parental pressure to see a doctor. Having rung Peter on
the Sunday evening and explained he was going to be late in on the Monday
morning it was with extreme trepidation that he had ventured into the
surgery. The solution to the problem was quite simple, either he endured
the pain until it improved or he sought medical help and besides he'd been
told doctor and patient consultations were confidential. They were, weren't
they?

"Mr Lewis, I said you can go in now."

"Oh! Oh, me!" he exclaimed on realising it was him who was being called
since very few people called him Mr Lewis. "Oh sorry."

Leaving the stony faced receptionist behind the fortress which doubled as
her desk, he got to his feet and did his best to enter the doctors
consulting room without too much of an obvious limp.

"Hello, I'm Doctor Gibbs." a man of about forty stood up from the desk and
indicated that Andy should sit down. "Now, what can I do for you?"

"Oh where, where's Dr Crippen?" asked Andy hesitantly looking around,
although it had to be said he was somewhat relieved that it wasn't their
usual family doctor.

"He's on holiday for a couple of weeks, I'm just doing the locum."

"Oh, I see." he replied blankly, assuming that locum was Latin for holiday
relief.

"Anyway, now what's the trouble?"

"I've, I've hurt.. hurt me.. me.."

The embarrassment of admitting to his self-inflicted injury was too much,
he simply dried up and sat there a brilliant shade of red with his mouth
open. There was no doubt the conversation was definitely not going the way
he had been constantly rehearsing on the journey there.

"Ah, I see it's one of those problems," Dr Gibbs smiled very reassuringly,
"look, this is just between us and believe me I've seen most things that
men have had, so don't be worried. Come on and tell me, would I be right in
saying it's something to do with your penis?"

Andy looked horrified and slowly shook his head. It was just so, so
embarrassing.

"Y'know having been an army doctor for a while I don't think there's much
you can surprise me with!" said Dr Gibbs cheerfully continued to
smile. Having noted Andy's limp he tried another tack. "Well, would it
maybe, be to do with your bottom?"

Screwing up his eyes Andy nodded, a superb shade of red.

"I can see you're finding his incredibly embarrassing, but really I think I
should take a look, don't you agree?"

Cringing on the chair he nodded again.

"You can tell me what happened as I examine you, so pop behind the screen
take drop your trousers and lie on you side, on the couch, I'll be over in
a minute or two."

It was at this point that the logistics of being young, very virile and
homosexual entered the equation. In the rush to fit in having a bath that
morning he had omitted his routine bout of self-abuse which resulted in an
unruly erection whilst he drove in. The receptionist had frightened it into
a semi-rigid state, but now with the very real prospect of an anal
examination his cock was again well on the way up.

Having washed his hands and put on a pair of surgical gloves Dr Gibbs stood
by the side of the green couch, Andy lying on his side facing the wall had
deployed both hands in an attempt to cover his erection.

"Can you pull your foot up the bed and raise your knee leg so that I can
get a good look." Dr Gibbs bent over. "Certainly appears rather swollen,
how did you do it?"

"I... I.." he gulped and then quickly garbled, "I, I pushed something up
it."

"Oh, right, yes I see... as a sort of stimulant, you might say?" replied Dr
Gibbs after a couple of moments thought of the most tactful way of putting
the question.

Unable to answer Andy nodded.

"Ah, I understand. What was it, dare I ask?"

"Oh god!" muttered Andy under his breath before finally admitting very
quietly. "The handle of a screwdriver!"

"You really rammed it in and then when it wouldn't come out, so you
panicked and forced it?" asked Dr Gibbs displaying amazing foresight. There
was no doubt the experience of being an army doctor had rewarded him with a
most illuminating slice of barrack life and the multitude of options that a
beer bottle could be used for.

"Yes." replied Andy lamely.

"Mr Lewis I'm really trying not to embarrass you any more, but you see I do
need to know what happened."

"I know, I'm sorry. It's just, just so, so.."

"I understand and as I said earlier none of this goes outside this room, so
please don't worry," he paused to look for the ubiquitous tube of KY jelly,
"luckily there's no sign of external bleeding I can see, but I will need to
do an internal examination."

Listening to the sounds of Dr Gibbs searching for the jelly in a strange
surgery Andy lay there clutching at his cock to hide it from view. He had
to admit that as dire as the situation was, it had become incredibly
arousing to the point where he felt it wouldn't take much to cause
ejaculation. Something of a problem as confirmed by the slimy feel that the
head of his cock had now developed.

"Right, this may feel rather cold and I'm going to examine you externally
first, OK?"

The KY jelly was delightfully cool and the feeling of Dr Gibbs index finger
very gently tracing the area distinctly stimulating. It did little to
assuage Andy's now very real fears of ejaculation and he cursed himself for
not masturbating earlier in the bath.

"I'm going to feel inside now, alright?"

"Ah.. yes.." croaked Andy wondering what on earth he would do should he
ejaculate.

"It'll be a little cold again."

"Ooohh..." moaned Andy, it certainly wasn't because of undue pain, far more
that it reminded him of both Adam and Tim's delightful anal forays.

"There we are, all done."

Dr Gibbs slowly withdrew his finger leaving Andy almost at the point of no
return. Something confirmed by the thick string of precum now hanging down
onto the couch, he breathed a very welcome sigh of relief.

"I think you're very lucky," said Dr Gibbs, "you have certainly made it
swollen, but it's not split. The last thing you want at your age is to
create a fissure, although piles could well be on the cards later if, well
if you continue with this sort of thing."

"Oh, I see..  uum.. yeah.." muttered Andy who panic stricken didn't really
see at all.

"You'll just have to be very careful what you do to yourself in the future,
your bottom isn't really designed to take too much punishment like
this. Anyway, I'll give you a prescription for something to reduce the
swelling."

"Can I get up now?" he asked. Delighted that he had indeed avoided cumming
over the couch even if there was still the problem of hiding his drooling
organ.

"Yes, of course.. no, oh no.. please just hang on there a second, while
we're doing this I'll just check your prostate." he looked around for the
KY jelly. "D'you know I was taught whenever I did a male internal I should
always check the prostate, I realise you're a bit young for that sort of
problem, but better safe than sorry, eh?"

"Check me.. me wot, wot's that?" Andy's voice was becoming weaker by the
second.

He soon found out. Within a pico second of the finger finding it's way back
inside the gloriously cold KY jelly was being firmly massaged over his
prostate.

"There, no problems at all," said Dr Gibbs removing his gloves and heading
for the sink, "paper towels are there if you need them. Now while you get
dressed I'll write that script for you."

"Yes.." replied Andy very, very weakly.

Semen was gushing everywhere, dribbling between his fingers and down onto
the white sheet that covered the couch. Looking over his shoulder and
seeing he was now alone behind the screen he swung his legs down to the
floor along with several large blobs of semen and reached for the paper
towels at the end of the couch.




Peter knowing from experience that the first morning back after a break
could well be chaotic had gone to work a little earlier than usual to
circumvent any potential problems. Having looked through the list of
equipment requirements for the week and deciding it was actually going to
be a quiet day he was about to light the Bunsen burner to boil some water
for an early coffee when John Webster the head of department put his head
around the prep-lab door.

"Peter could you pop out here a second, there's someone on his way I think
I should introduce to you."

"Oh, who's that?" asked Peter stepping into the main laboratory, he looked
around to see there was no one there except the two of them.

"We've finally filled that junior science position, he seems a very nice
chap and it's his first real teaching job," said Mr Webster pausing as the
door opened, "ah here he is... Tim Harrison, meet Peter Wiltshire in charge
of all things in the school that are laboratory related."

"Oh.. hello.." mumbled Peter, blinking as if unable to believe his eyes,
slowly he held his hand out by reflex.

Tim prayed that he didn't look equally shocked as he took the hand that had
previously so lovingly massaged his penis, he smiled. "Hello, nice to meet
you again, what a surprise."

"You two have met before then have you?" asked Mr Webster looking between
them obviously a little intrigued.

"Yes, strangely enough we did," said Tim, his mind trying to stay ahead of
his voice, "it was only last week in a crowded cafe, we just shared a table
that was all."

"What a coincidence, you teaching here with me." added Peter his heart rate
slowing thanks to Tim's quick witted approach. "Who'd have thought it!"

"Small world eh? Well I have to get on, first day back and all that after
the break." said Mr Webster. "So can I leave you two to get acquainted? If
my memories correct Tim, you've got your first class after morning beak
haven't you?"

"Yes, yes," he replied, "I think it's the second year if I remember rightly
from the timetable."

"Well good luck and if there any problems you know where I am, I'm sure
we'll catch up later today anyway."

Peter watched as he left the laboratory.

"Holy shit! I had no idea you were a teacher."

"Well, being queer and starting a new post at a boys grammar school isn't
something you readily want to broadcast is it?" Tim grinned. "Oh bloody
hell!"

"That's exactly what I think and why I didn't want to say where I
worked. Shit, I can't get over this." Peter paused for a second. "I suppose
it's really that we never wanted to tell each other about work did we?
Instinctively we want keep our domestic lives as separate as we can."

"I've thought about all this before, you're quite right and it's not just
us, it's everybody in our situation." Tim lent back against the
bench. "Almost as though we have to separate the sexual life from the
domestic for fear of the news that we're homosexual getting out."

"And, why we don't say anything? Not because of lack of trust or anything
it's, well I think it's the way we are perceived in society so it's safest
not to be too open and draw attention to our way of life, that's all there
is to it."

"This is all a bit heavy for this time in the morning!" Tim smiled. "I
think you're right, it's the way we've been conditioned to keep it in the
shadows."

"Right, that's the formalities over then." Peter returned the smile, his
erection growing under his white lab coat. "I could fuck you right now!"

"It's mutual." Tim swallowed. "Bloody hell, don't do this to me now or I'll
get all excited!"

"I certainly won't do it to you in front of anybody here at school so don't
worry about that, but maybe one evening this week though?"

"Yes, without a doubt, Wednesday or Thursday?" there was glint in Tim's
eye. "And, for added discipline?"

"Oh yes, Thursday it is. Now bugger off, I've got work to do." Peter
grinned. "I'll see you for your first class after the morning break then."



Fifteen minutes into the second lesson Andy arrived at the school after his
visits to the doctor and then the chemist to get his prescription. Doing
his best to disguise the limp and the fact his briefs were firmly stuck to
his pubic hair with semen he breezed in to the prep-lab. He had been
deliberating throughout the journey whether to tell Peter of what had
happened over the half term week and if so, how much to reveal. Deciding
that overall it was good to share his thoughts and rather than have a
disjointed conversation on his arrival he had resolved to contain his news
until their morning break when they had more time to discuss it.

"Morning, sorry about being late. Has it been busy?"

"Nope. Didn't miss you at all!" Peter grinned. "So come on then, what have
you done to yourself now that you needed to visit the doctor?"

"I... uumm.. sorta fell over and ended up with a bit of a limp." Andy being
quite useless at telling any untruth knew it didn't sound remotely
believable.

"Really? That's not what I'd heard."

Peter hadn't actually heard anything, but knowing Andy he immediately
sensed he wasn't being entirely honest decided to play him along.

"You wot?" he exclaimed, what could Peter know about his sexual escapades?

"I'd heard you'd been shagging so much all week that now you couldn't
walk!" it was fiction and delivered with as straight a face as Peter could
manage.

"Fuck! How..."

The colour drained from Andy's face to leave him a deathly white.

"Oh shit!" exclaimed Peter on realising he'd inadvertently guessed at
something nearing the truth.

"Who fucking told you?"  gasped Andy in amazement, holding onto the bench.

"Well you did! Before the half-term break you said you were taking Martin
and Adam to the beach for a day and I just can't believe that with you
three randy sods together nothing happened at all."

"Bloody hell, I did didn't I?" panic at being caught out rapidly turned to
full blown embarrassment when he naively added, "But, how d'you know about
the shagging?"

"I was only guessing, looks like I got it right too, you lucky dirty little
sods!" Peter grinned. "Now, we've actually got some work to do, we'll talk
at the break, yes?"

"Fuck, I'm useless `cause I can't keep nothing secret can I?" Andy managed
a weak smile as he put on his white coat. "Pete, yes I gotta talk about it,
so please."



"You've certainly moved things on a bit then." said Peter looking at the
half empty coffee mug. "So after you'd left those two on the beach you say
you went to the public bog to tidy up and met a young bloke there?"

"Yeah and..."

 "Andy," interrupted Peter, "just slow down, you went too quick telling
that last bit and I'm a bit lost, so tell me again."

"Oh, I see," Andy had hoped to have rattled through this part of the story
without admitting he had been totally distressed, "the truth Pete is,
well.."

"Well what? Come on, tell me what happened."

"Bollocks! You might as well know, the truth is I was all fucked up and
confused over wanking with Adam and just sorta standing in the bog not
knowing wot I was doing when he came in."

"He? Oh, I see." said Peter now fully grasping that Andy must have been in
quite a state. "Tell you what, let's give the mystery helper a name, it
might help me."

"Uumm.. Tim."

"Oh that's coincidence, it's the name of the new junior science teacher."

"Well there must be millions of bloody Tim's out there, anyway it might not
even have been his real name I `spose."

"Let's assume it is, so what happens next?"

"Yeah, well by then I was all confused and I didn't know whether I should
have done anything with Adam, but I couldn't stop meself."

"Ah, I see."

He looked up to gauge Peter's reaction. "Anyway he, well so this Tim comes
in and sees straight away I was in mess, just sorta standing there, well
he's really nice and asks what wot's wrong and all that."

"D'you think he was after you?"

"Wot? Oh no, no. Honest, he was just trying to help I'm sure of it." Andy
sniffed. "It was only later on he told me he was queer and that he knew
exactly wot I was going through. He just wanted to help, just like you do
`cause I'd told him the truth about me wanting Adam and that I now knew I
was queer as well."

"And, he freely admitted he was queer, bloody hell. So what happened then."

"He said if I really wanted to talk about it we could meet again and so I
pushed him into meeting for a coffee on the Friday."

"Bloody hell, you don't hang about do you!" said Peter. "But didn't you say
earlier that you had also met Adam on Thursday?"

"Oh god yes." he looked down at the bench. "Fuck it Pete, I don't know wot
I'm doing, all I seem to be thinking about now is boys cocks!"

"Does sound a bit convoluted and we haven't even got to the doctor bit
yet!" Peter grinned. "Anyway, let's deal with one thing at a time, so back
to this chap Tim you met, tell me more."

Andy looked around as if somebody were listening, he continued with a
lowered voice. "Thing is see Pete, that Adam came round on the Thursday
looking for Mart, well I think he was after me and.."

"And, go on or do I guess something else happened?"

Andy flushed.

"Well everybody was out, so it did didn't it, I, I uumm.." he paused and
cleared his throat, now looking considerably more than flushed, "I, oh
Pete, I, I.."

"You what? Wanked with him?" interrupted Peter.

"I got him to shag me, he cum right up me bum!"

"Fucking Hell!" exclaimed Peter in surprise. "You what! Holy shit! Andy
you've got to slow down a bit or you'll get yourself really messed up."

"I am bloody messed up now," he blinked looking clearly emotional, "that's
why I was pleased to meet Tim on Friday I was hoping he could talk some
sense into me."

"Did he?"

"Yes, he said much the same as you had, he's nice like you."

"So what now?"

"I dunno, first I gotta sort me bum.. I, I've hurt it.." he stopped, the
secret of the limp was a secret no more. He blinked. "Oh fuck. I'm a
fucking mess"

"Andy," Peter smiled and put an arm around him, "come on cheer up, I think
we've all wrecked our bumhole at least once."

Before Andy could reply there was knock on the door.

"Come in." called Peter.

The door opened, Tim stood in the doorway smiling.

"Ah, Tim," Peter indicated to Andy, "this is my assistant Andy."

Tim rocked on his heels, his jaw dropped.

Andy for the second time that morning had turned a deathly shade of white,
only this time his eyes closed as he slowly slumped down across the bench.

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Chapter 19 to follow