Date: Wed, 17 Jun 2015 09:59:38 +0100
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Lab Technician Chap 20

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 20 – Only some feather-brained idea



"Where the hell the d'you get these from?"

"That would be telling, wot d'you think 'em of then?"

"Fucking hell, they're brilliant, but how, I mean, where d'you get 'em?"

"There's one more, it's the best one I think."

"Shit! Looks like their clothes are all wet where they've pissed over each
other! You got any more?"

"Nah, that's all I could get before I was seen and they chased me!" Adam
grinned.

"Wot d'you mean, they chased after you?" Martin looked quizzically at
Adam. "Wot? You don't mean you took these pictures?"

"Oh yeah." said Adam proudly. "I learnt all about photography and how to
develop films and that stuff at me last school, there was one teacher who
very keen on it."

"So, so..." Martin's mind was in overdrive, "so, you could take photos of
somebody doing something and print 'em without `em really knowing?"

"Yeah, if I wasn't seen taking the pics." replied Adam smiling. "I used to
get paid by one of the prefects to take pics of him wanking and pushing a
candle up his bum, then he'd sell 'em for a quid each to a dirty old fucker
he'd met in a the public bog!"

"Wot! Oh fuck!" Martin's mouth dropped open in shock, was there no end to
Adam's sexual experience or even his talent. "A prefect. Fuck!"

"Nah, I don't think he got to fuck him, just flogged him the photos!" Adam
laughed.

"So..  so.. where was these taken then?" asked Martin rubbing himself
through his trouser pocket whilst staring at an enlargement of two shiny
wet cocks and what appeared to be some distinctly soggy underpants. "Is it
your camera then?"

"In the Park. And yeah, course it's my camera, I'm dead keen on
photography, I saved up and I even gotta telephoto lens now."

"Bloody hell. Which park then, not one of the ones round here?" asked
Martin unable to believe what he was hearing.

"Yeah course, the big one on the other side of town, y'know the one with
the gert big kids play area and duck pond and all that stuff."

"Shit at brick!" Martin was plainly having some trouble in comprehending
the lengths to which Adam would go in the quest of sexual gratification. He
fired off more even questions. "Where exactly in the park? Why d'you go
there? When was it?"

"Well it's got a gert cottage ain't it?"

Martin looked puzzled. "A gert cottage? Where? Wot d'you mean?"

"Mart, I've told you before that a cottage is a public bog innit? It's
where blokes go to find somebody to have a wank with!"

"Fuck! You was in there?" asked Martin in amazement. "Wot, wot with them
dirty old blokes?"

"No! I don't want some grubby old sod groping me do I? So waited outside
and then followed this couple of young blokes up the path into the bushy
bit, there was lots of bamboo and all that sorta stuff to hide in."

Martin was dumbfounded, it was indeed becoming a steep learning curve.

"So, I watched these two blokes and followed 'em up the path. I saw 'em do
it all, everything from pissing over each other to fucking each other!"

"Oh shit!" muttered Martin, his cock bursting in his trousers. "You lucky
sod!"

"You'd have loved it, I had to have a gert wank while I was watching 'em
didn't I!" Adam grinned. "Only thing is, I never really got to see their
faces, one of 'em had glasses I think, but that was all I could see. Well
you can tell that from the photos `cause there was always some bit of
bloody tree or bush hanging in the way."

"Could... could, could we go together and hide in the bushes?" asked Martin
excitedly. "D'you think we'd find anybody to watch?"

"Yeah, why not? But I can't guarantee anybody's gonna be there doing it can
I?"

"No, no I `spose not." Martin though for a few moments. "I don't `spose
you'd wanna go in that cottage, bog place with me would you then?"

"No I bloody wouldn't!" Adam shook his head very firmly. "No. I did it
once, I got really scared when some bloke with a fucking gert cock pushed
me in a cubicle. He wanted to fuck me, but I was able to escape when his
trousers fell down. I ain't never doing that again, I'm sticking with them
that I wants to do it with."

"Oh bloody hell, I ain't never thought of things like that." Martin pulled
a face. "It's different here in school bogs innit, I mean like cock
watching the other boys when the only real danger is being caught by a
teacher."

"Exactly."

"But, if we was really careful d'you think we could we both go to that
park?"

"Could do, but I think it'll be too tricky to hide two of us and keep dead
quiet. You gotta remember these blokes is keeping a really good lookout for
people catching 'em as well. We need to think about this."

"I `spose yer right, especially if we both got over excited!" Martin
laughed.

"Right," said Adam, "I reckon the thrill is doing something you shouldn't,
somewhere where you shouldn't with the possibility of being caught at
it. That's right innit?"

"Like when I was a second year and used to wank in me pants watching kids
TV after school while mum was in the kitchen!" Martin blushed at his
revelation. "Ain't never told anyone that before!"

"I'm not bloody surprised!" Adam laughed. "That's it see, you got it. Part
of the thrill is the risk of being caught, but no physical danger like."

"Uumm..." it was Martin's turn to think, "yeah right. So say the something
you shouldn't be doing is wanking and the somewhere is, maybe outdoors the
park?"

"That's it." Adam nodded. "So, why take the risk of being caught and
thumped by some angry blokes in the bushes, when we could be doing
something for the thrill of it by ourselves?"

"And," continued Martin excitedly thinking out loud, "if we could get Andy
to drive us somewhere, then the three of us we could take photos of us all
doing it to each other, couldn't we?"

"Yeah, I think I see wot mean," said Adam still digesting the suggestion,
"d'you think he would though?"

"I think he might and I know he likes you." replied Martin unaware of
Andy's infatuation with Adam. "Thing is, he's been a bit odd lately and I
don't really know why."

"Oh, has he." Adam didn't want to admit it, but had a fair inkling as to
the reason.




Andy had arrived home after work in a rather subdued frame of mind. Further
talks during the afternoon break with both Peter and Tim had really driven
the point home that he should under no circumstances ever again approach
another boy in the school. Instead he should try and garner further support
from his father and actually tell Martin that he was homosexual.

"That you Andy?" called out Martin from the kitchen. "You early?"

"Yeah. Bit early, `cause Pete let me go when the lessons finished." he
closed the front door quietly behind him.

"Oh I see." continued Martin from the kitchen. "Want a drink or something
while I'm in here?"

"No."

"Wot's up, you don't sound very lively?"

"Where's mum, she still working?"

"Yeah, you oughta know that. It's Monday, she's usually back about five
isn't she?"

"Forgot." Andy looked at his watch, he had nearly twenty five minutes.

"Right," Martin appeared clutching a bottle of Coke and a glass, "want
some?"

"Nah."

"Wot's up, you sound as though yer right pissed off?"

"I gotta talk to you."

"Wot? Why?"

"Mart, please don't make this any fucking harder than it is already, come
and sit down."

"Make wot any fucking harder?"

"Don't bugger about, just sit down and shut up."

"Calm down, so wot's up?" asked Martin sitting at the dining room
table. "You ain't lost yer job or anything have you?"

"Not yet." replied Andy sitting opposite.

"Wot!" Martin put the bottle and glass on the table. "Bloody hell!"

"Oh fuck it!" said Andy suddenly. "I don't know how to say it, so I'll just
say it..."

"Say wot?" interrupted Martin pouring some Coke into the glass.

"That I'm a fucking queer!"

"You wot?" Martin's eyes were now wide open. "You daft sod, wot are you on
about? Who's fucking queer?"

"Me. I'm fucking queer!" said Andy loudly. "I'm a homo-fucking-sexual! I'm
a queer!"

"Oh, wot? Bollocks, no you ain't! Don't be bloody stupid." Martin put the
glass of Coke slowly down as the words sunk in. "You're bloody joking. Well
if you are then, well... then I must be a bit queer as well! Anyway how
d'you know yer queer?"

"I just fucking know I fucking am! Mart, I ain't joking, I've even told
dad."

"Oh fuck!" Martin couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You ain't joking
then?"

"No I'm not fucking joking. Mart, it's for real. I'm queer!"

"Well.. I don't mind, honest. Just a fucking bit of shock I `spose." said
Martin rather lamely and unsure what exactly he was supposed to say. "Wot
uumm.. I, oh shit... uumm.. well so, wot did, wot, wot did dad say then?"

"He said I was old enough to know how I felt and it didn't make no
difference `cause he still loved me..." his voice trailed off, he rubbed
his eyes, "and, it was a bit of a shock."

"You're right there, it's a fucking great big shock! Wot's mum said about
it?"

"Haven't told her, I don't know how." Andy blinked, "You know wot she's
like, all prim and proper and that... oh shit, I really ain't got a clue
wot to say to her."

"Why don't you have a chat with dad and see wot he thinks?"

"I was going to, but, I had just to tell you... you, you don't mind
then... do you?"

"No. Why should I? I ain't got nothing against queers, I mean there's Adam
and he's alright isn't he?" said Martin. "And, you ain't changed so why
should I, anyway it's your life like dad says."

"Oh," Andy was surprised at how easily Martin had accepted the news, "you
don't mind then? Honest?"

"No, I just fucking told you that!" Martin smiled. "I don't fucking mind
you being queer! I'll spelt it out, I got a queer brother and I still love
him. You happy now?"

"Oh fuck!" Andy faced away blinking furiously. "Fuck!"

"Sorry, but it's true." Martin's voice almost cracked, the news had really
sunk in.

"Right." Andy sniffed and rubbed his eyes. "Please, don't say nothing to
anybody at all, promise? Until I can sort meself out it's gotta be a
secret, but I'll tell dad that you know."

"When did you know?" asked Martin after a few seconds. "How did you know?"

"When I was eleven or twelve or something I `spose, well that's when I
really knew."

"That long ago." Martin looked surprised and thought for a few
moments. "But How? D'you think it was something to do with being caught by
them older boys you told me about?"

"Dunno, probably, it's all sorta bloody muddled up innit? D'you know even
when some of the boys at school were wondering wot a girls bits were like
and.. and they used to go on about it, but I wasn't the slightest bit
interested `cause I knew was much more interested in seeing their bits when
we changed for gym."

"Oh, I see." Martin flushed. "But I do that now!"

"Don't mean yer queer though, I think most boys do it."

"But, I ain't shown much interest in girls either," Martin paused to think,
"I dunno though, I'd like to see what they got I `spose and I don't think
I'm afraid of `em."

"But I was and still am, I'm frightened of 'em and I ain't interested at
all." he sighed, it was a very honest admission.

"Oh, so you wouldn't even be interested in seeing their bits?" asked
Martin.

"No. Later on like when I sixteen, I used to get dragged out to town by
Dave and Barry from school, we were `sposed to go looking for girls." he
looked at the table for a few moments obviously embarrassed at what he was
admitting too. "I'd have run a mile if they'd fixed me up with one, so I
always found an excuse to escape before they did. Don't think they ever
guessed."

"I see." Martin was feeling very sorry for him, plainly girls had never
ever entered the equation at all. "But Andy, so wot's made you admit it all
now?"

"I've been thinking about it for years and have realised that where most
blokes eye up girls, I just eye up the boys and never look at the girls."

"Now, there was one other thing.." said Martin although not quite sure if
he should ask it, "oh fuck it Andy, I gotta ask you this."

"Wot? Ask wot?" Andy looked at him. "I don't care wot you ask."

"Well, am I right in that Adam's had something to do with all this, wot do
they call it.. coming out?"

"Yes." replied Andy quietly.

"It was on the beach wasn't it? I could tell you wasn't yerself that day at
all."

"Yeah. It all sorta got me, I didn't know wot I was fucking doing or wot I
wanted. I was all fucked up."

"I knew it!"

Andy breathed a sigh of relief. Unable to admit he had fallen for his
brothers best friend the moment they were introduced and within minutes had
even indulged in mutual masturbation. "That's when it all sorta really hit
me."

"Remember that Adam said we could both fuck him," said Martin excitedly,
"I've done it, so you gonna do it as well?"

Not daring to confess Adam had already taken his anal virginity Andy
nodded. "Yeah I'd like too, but `cause he's your mate I wanted to know that
you don't mind."

"No, course I don't. It's not as though we're engaged or anything is it!
Besides I reckon he's had more cocks up him than we've had wanks!" Martin
laughed.

"Possibly."

"Hey, could I watch?"

"Dunno, I need to think about that, I `spose so. I really dunno." Andy
finally smiled, somehow that suggestion seemed to add even more spice to
the prospect. "First though, I really gotta find some way of telling mum
about all this haven't I?"

"Yeah, that's tricky, I really don't know how you gonna tell her at all."

"How are you going to tell her what?"

Surprised at the voice, the brothers swung round to see their mother
standing in the open dining room doorway smiling.

"I only caught the very last bit of your conversation, so what's going on
now between you and what is there to tell me?"





Mark had returned home on the bus with Alfie after a very frustrating first
day at the school. Frustrating, since after his chance meeting with Andy he
had been unable to get his erection to subside and consequently had to try
to conceal it from all his new classmates through the day. All that was,
with the exception of the bespectacled Geoff who having sat beside him in
the French class had talked about everything except sex, whilst blatantly
playing with himself through his pocket. It had left Mark in no doubt what
occupied Geoff's and that the next move was up to him.

Other than getting lost, for his part Alfie had had a good first day and
found himself two new friends, both he rapidly discovered having few
inhibitions and more than a passing interest in matters sexual. There was
Terry who seemed fixated by bottoms and to prove the point had insisted on
slowly rubbing a hand over the seat of Alfie's shorts as he stood back to
the wall in the playground. Then there was the smaller Kenneth, who hated
the name Kenneth and instead answered to the nickname of Spunky and was
never without a hand deep in his shorts pocket. All in all, the randy young
trio had few inhibitions and were more than ideally matched.

"So why's he called Spunky then?" asked Mark, as though he couldn't
guess. "Have you asked him yet?"

"Nah, not yet." Alfie grinned as they walked up the road. "But he can't
keep his hand out his pocket, so I reckon he wanks a lot?"

"With a name like that it's a fair bet innit," said Mark, "you and him
should get on a treat then! Wot about that Terry then, he sounds like a
right little wanker as well?"

"He keeps rubbing me bum! Says he want's to put a hand up me shorts."

"Would you like that?"

"Dunno." Alfie blushed, the obvious answer was affirmative.

"Sounds like he's definitely one as well then!" Mark laughed. "By the end
of the week you three dirty little sods will be three little wankers doing
it together!"

"D'you think so?" asked Alfie hopefully, he blushed..

"Yeah, `cause you ain't never been shy about getting yer willy out!"

"Uumm.." Alfie proudly grinned and changed the subject. "That's Andy's car
innit?"

"Looks like it." said Mark as they approached, he looked at it and thought
of the morning events.

"He gets back early don't he?" said Alfie peering over the wall to see if
Martin's bike was there.

"Must be having a car and not having to go on the bleeding bus." Mark
looked at it wondering if he would really get to be in it alone with Andy.

"Yeah. Anything's better than the bus."

"Oh, I forgot to tell you." said Mark, his memory jolted with the mention
of Andy.

"Forgot wot?"

"I found out that Martin don't go to our school, he goes to the other
grammar school."

"Oh. That's why we didn't seem him then. That's a pity, I like him."

"But, Andy goes to our school."

"Wot' d'you mean, Andy goes to our school, he's too old isn't he?" said
Alfie . "Don't look as though Martin's back yet does it?"

"No, he ain't. Now shut up and listen, Andy don't just go to our school, he
bloody works there, he's a lab technician."

"He's a wot?" Alfie looked puzzled.

"He works in the science block as a laboratory technician, he prepares all
the equipment and that for the classes in physics and chemistry labs, wears
a white coat and everything."

"Oh, right I see wot you mean." said Alfie. "So he could make bombs and
that with all them chemicals things?"

"Probably... why?"

"He could blow the school up then, couldn't he? Then we wouldn't have to
go!"

"He could blow you up, you fucking twatt!" Mark laughed.

"Oh piss off, it was a great idea!" replied Alfie. "Hey, guess wot. D'you
know wot?"

"No, I don't know wot, but I `spect you're gonna tell me !"

Mark was sounding rather bored by now, since what he really wanted was a
mere ten minutes alone in the bedroom with his precum streaked briefs
around his knees. Plainly that wasn't going to happen, it looked like
bathroom basin was yet again to be splattered in spunk.

"Well, don't you see," said Alfie excitedly, "if he's at the same school as
we are, then he can give us a lift in his car and save us going on that
crapy bus in the mornings."

"Oh!" Mark turned to look back at the car. "Fucking brilliant! I ain't
thought of that."

"Shall us go and bang on their door and ask then?"

"No, no," said Mart after a moments thought, "let's not push it, we'll wait
till we see one of 'em in the road and then ask."

"Yeah, Andy's bound to be doing something to his car soon I `spect."



"Well mum, I got some homework to do." said Martin getting up from the
table.

"Oh." Andy sounded disappointed that he was being abandoned and left to
face his mother alone.

"Now, first of all how did you get on at the doctors this morning?" she
said putting her handbag down on the table. "Is your limp any better?"

"Oh.. uumm.."

It was a very tricky question. The only honest answer being that he had had
an involuntary ejaculation over the examination couch and been given some
ointment to poke up his bottom three times a day. That was however, not the
exactly answer he dare give and he racked his brain for something more
maternally acceptable.

"You tell me when I get back, I'm just going to start peeling the potatoes
and put the kettle on."

Andy stared at the table and listened to the noises coming from the
kitchen.

"Right, so what did he say then?" she asked on returning a five minutes
later and sitting down.

"It was a locum, `cause Dr Crippen is on holiday," Andy had already started
to flush, he was absolutely useless at telling lies, "he uumm.. said uumm,
I'd strained something and uumm.. he's given me some cream stuff to rub up,
rub on it.."

"Up it?" she looked at him.

"Sorry! I meant, on it!" he looked even more embarrassed.

"Oh, I see." she said, quickly realising Andy was not going to be
forthcoming and volunteer any further information whatsoever regarding his
mystery injury.

"Wot's for tea?" asked Andy in the hope of changing the subject.

"I had to work all day today, so I'm afraid it's only going to be sausage
and mash."

"That's alright." he replied shuffling on his chair as though he were about
to get up.

"Anyway, so while I've got you here without any interruptions what was it
you were talking to Martin that you were going to tell me then?"

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a second.

"Andy, whatever is it?" she asked immediately picking up on his reaction to
the question. "Is it something at work... or you've had an accident in that
car of yours?"

"No. Nothing like that." he shook his head. "I, I don't know how to say
this but..."

"You haven't got some girl pregnant have you?" she interrupted looking at
him.

"No. No. Listen," he took another deep breath and haltingly completed the
sentence. "Listen mum, just listen, please.. this is hard enough to say as
it is... the truth, the truth is I'm, I'm... homosexual!"

"What!" her mouth dropped open in shock.

"Mum, I've known it for years and I've got to face it, I'm... I'm
homosexual."

Almost a full minute passed as they sat in silence both looking at the
table.

"No you're not. You don't know what you're saying." her voice sounded
nowhere as confident as it did only minutes previously. "Andrew this is
silly, you can't be."

"I am." he replied unable to look her in the face. "It's true. Honest. Mum,
I like boys not girls."

"No, I can't believe it. Don't be silly. No, this is just some stupid idea
you've picked somewhere." she drew breath.

"Mum it's true."

"Besides, where on earth would you learn about such things?"

The answer to that question lay in a combination of his unpalatable
childhood experience and the boys only grammar school he had attended,
particularly for the higher education that the changing rooms could offer
to the sexually active and observant. Then therewas Adam, the catalyst who
had brought all his repressed emotions to the surface.

"Mum, I've told dad and I'd only just told Martin when you'd just come back
now."

"When did you tell dad? He hasn't said anything to me." having convinced
herself it couldn't possibly be, it was not to be. "There you see, he
doesn't believe you either or he'd have said something wouldn't he?"

"Mum, please.." he dried up, emotionally exhausted.

After the traumatic days events he couldn't summon the will power to
continue the conversation and the last thing he wanted was to start a row.

"Now I can't imagine what has put such silly thoughts in your head, but I
suggest you forget all about such things. A homosexual indeed, how would
you know anything about that?  What a disgusting idea! Of course you're
not, whatever next!"

He looked at her in disbelief wondering what he could say that would
convince her.

"Now, I must get on with the tea."

Disbelief was now incredulity, he looked blank unable to continue the
conversation.

"Andrew, you just take my word for it, this is only some silly phase you're
going through," she got up from the table and smiled, "so don't you worry,
you'll soon find a nice girl and then think all this was rubbish."

"I don't like bloody girls!" he said under his breath.

"Now, I'm going to get on with making tea. We'll have a quiet chat with dad
later when he comes home, you'll soon realise that this is only some
feather-brained idea you've picked up somewhere."

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Chap 21 to follow (lucky chap!)