Date: Wed, 15 Jul 2015 09:20:33 +0100
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Lab Tech chapter 22

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 22 – Off the bridge


"So where are we going?"

"Dad, anywhere," Andy closed the car door and watched as Martin returned
inside the house, "I need to talk to you before you see mum."

"I guessed there was something, seeing you waiting on the pavement for me
get home." Hugh looked across, Andy was still looking out the window. "So
what is it about then or can I guess?"

"You don't need to guess do you?"

"No, not really. So how have you been today?"

"I `spose it's sorta sinking in what I think I am and wot I'm doing and,
and so I told Martin this afternoon."

"Oh bloody hell! This'll take more than a trip round the block, I'd better
pull in somewhere," Hugh looked down the road, tree lined suburbia usually
offered plenty of parking space, "here, under this tree we're not in
anybody's driveway. So, what did he say?"

"He was a bit shocked at first," Andy looked at the floor, "then he said he
didn't mind and it wouldn't make no difference at all. He didn't say it,
but I think he'd sorta guessed anyway, maybe after wot I'd told him had
happened before."

"Sorry, I don't understand, after you'd told him what had happened?"

"Oh shit!" it was definitely a slip of the tongue since Martin was the only
person he had ever told of his ordeal as a boy. "Nothing, nothing. Dad,
nothing."

"Whatever it was, it's was bit more than nothing wasn't it?" Hugh tried to
look him in the face, he turned away. "If you asked me to take another
guess I'd say from your reaction it was something that deeply affected you,
not just an embarrassing moment."

"Dad... please don't ask... alright, yes, yes there was something years
ago, maybe I'll tell another time, not now, please." his voice was breaking
as he said it. "I got more than enough to cope with now as it is."

"Alright, it's alright, Andy please calm down," he put his hand on Andy's
shoulder, "whatever it was you can tell me when you're ready and I'm won't
say anything to mum at all, OK?"

"Mum! Oh dad! That's the problem!"

"Why?"

"She sorta heard me telling Martin so she kept asking wot it was about." he
took a breath and looked sideways at his father. "So I told her, I thought
she'd go mad, but dad she didn't react at all. Like she won't believe me or
even listen to me about it. She just keeps saying I'll find a nice girl!"

"Oh my god!" Hugh shook his head, all this after a days work. He needed to
think before he replied. "Andy now listen, just like you've said that
you've got your secret, then so has mum."

"Wot? I don't understand."

"Well you wouldn't know. OK, now listen it looks like the only way you are
ever going to understand her reaction is if I'll tell you. But, I want you
promise you won't tell anybody, not even Martin, she's that sensitive about
this thing."

"Alright, I promise." he said quietly, totally unsure what he was going to
learn.

"Well, first of all this all happened before I ever met her and from what I
can gather at the time she must have been thirteen, fourteen sort of age
when it happened."

"Wot happened?" asked Andy unable to resist asking.

"Wait, I'll tell you! As you know she has two brothers, who are your
uncles."

"Yes, of course" Andy nodded, "Uncle Tom and uncle Ben."

"Right. Well there was a third brother, who would have been your uncle Sam
and was the oldest of them all, probably ten years older than your mother
and from what I understand her favourite."

"Would have been? Dad, so you mean he's not alive now then?" interrupted
Andy.

"Precisely, no he's not. Now, I need to think this through to get it right,
so just hang on a second." he paused for a minute and looked out of the
window. "Right I think I've got it although I'm not totally sure of the
facts because he wasn't really talked about and I've just picked up
snippets."

"Wot? He wasn't talked about?" said Andy in surprise. "Why?"

"Just hold on. From what I could gather Sam was bright chap, he'd been to
university and all that stuff. Then he decided to be a teacher and got
himself a position at some minor public school."

"Right." Andy nodded, still unsure where the story was going. "But wot's
this got to do with me?"

"God you're too impatient, just hang on, I'm getting there!" Hugh sighed.

"Sorry."

"You see, Andy there was a problem. It's something you might know about
because, well, because it turns out that Sam has been actively homosexual
since a teenager."

"Oh shit!" Andy went pale. "And, so.."

"And so, so surrounded by all the boys at the school he, he, how can I say
this nicely?" he stopped. "I'll just say it, basically he couldn't resist
the temptation of the young boys and at the school there were it seems
there were boys there only too willing to indulge him."

"Bloody hell!" said Andy quietly. "So, wot happened?"

"I don't know exactly, but somehow it appears some of boy's parents got to
hear of it, then the school got to hear and of course to preserve the
reputation of the school, to stop it being shut down and all that stuff,
well finally the police were told."

Quite sure he was looking embarrassed Andy said nothing. Peter's words were
ringing loudly in his ears as sat there, in that it was alright to look at
the boys, to ogle, to fantasise or even joke about them, but never ever to
get physically involved with a pupil at the school.

"Andy, you've got to remember that twenty five years ago or whenever this
was, attitudes to homosexuality were far more entrenched than today and it
was a serious criminal offence even between consenting adults if they were
caught."

"Oh, I didn't sorta realise that."

"The laws were Victorian!" Hugh looked at him to emphasis the severity of
the subject. "It really was serious stuff, so add to that school boys were
involved and poor uncle Sam was right in it up to his neck with the
prospect of years in jail."

"Oh dad, it's awful and I see wot you mean so," he bit his lip, it was
indeed a salutary tale. "so, so wot happened?"

"This is the dreadful bit, apparently when the police paid Sam that first
visit they weren't at all pleasant, which during that period was from what
I can gather very common." he looked at Andy. "Later that evening he jumped
off the bridge."

"Wot! Oh shit!" Andy was shocked. "Wot bridge? Oh! Dad you don't mean the
suspension bridge?"

"Yes. Loads of people have jumped off it over the years. Presumably he
couldn't face the thought of being a convicted as a criminal and suffering,
I mean really suffering as a homosexual in jail... if you can see what I
mean?"

"Oh my god!"

"Right. So, with your mother being really too young to understand about
homosexuality, she becomes really traumatised and cannot believe her
favourite brother was one. The stereotype homosexual was supposed to be a
dirty old man in a long raincoat hanging round a public toilet as she had
often heard her brothers being warned about by their parents." he
stopped. "Am I making sense?"

"I think so, slowly." replied Andy.

"So since she could never equate to her brother being a part of that
society because he was too nice, she totally rejected the idea and
convinced herself that he simply had had an unfortunate accident." he
wagged a finger. "So Andy answer this, how is she going to react to you
when having been in denial for years about her favourite brother being
homosexual? Just imagine, along comes her own son and tells her he is
homosexual, is she going to believe him?"

"Oh shit, now I see..." Andy looked shocked. "She's, she's not going to
want to believe me either then.. is she?"

"I don't think so, because you are equally precious to her as was her
brother and that is how she wishes you to remain, you cannot be a
homosexual in her view."

"So wot do I do?"

"Not a lot I suspect, so just humour her and don't go on about it. I'll see
what I can do if the occasion arises." Hugh smiled.

"I suppose so."

"Let's be honest, she really needs help to sort this out, it was years
after the event when we first met and by then her version of the events was
deeply embedded. So d'you see that to her the very idea of you being that
way inclined is totally rejected. I don't believe she even gives it a
moments consideration."




Seven o'clock and it was with some apprehension that Mark followed an Alfie
up the road to where an equally apprehensive Andy was waiting by his car.

"Where's Martin?" asked Alfie, who at the thought of being with the older
boys was quite excited.

"He's on his way." Andy looked in Mark's direction and smiled.

"Here's Mart now." exclaimed Alfie rushing into the front garden to meet
him.

Taking the opportunity Andy immediately moved over to Mark and spoke
quietly. "I, I'm really sorry about wot happened at school... I, I
shouldn't have done it. I don't know what made me do it. I'm sorry, I was
having a really fucking mixed up day. I'm sorry."

It was good news to Mark who had been worried that he might have had to
resist further advances in front of the others when in fact he actually
welcomed them. "It's alright, honest, don't worry about it. I `spect you
must have had one of them horny mornings! "

"Yeah it was, you know when sometimes you just wanna keep doing it, even
though you just done it!" despite blushing Andy continued on the theme
hoping he sounded convincing. "I `spose that and then being surprised by
seeing you there after we'd talked about wanking the other day, I `spose I
was a bit overcome with it all."

"You were a bit overcome?" Mark looked at him. "I could have cum all over
you!"

"Bloody hell," Andy was surprised at Mark's blatant honesty, "you really
meant it about getting together didn't you?"

"So did you, I know you did." Mark grinned. "Pity we got them two in the
car with us now innit?"

Andy took a deep breath. "Yeah. We'll have to arrange something."

"Sooner than later."

"You ready then?" asked Martin walking up with Alfie hopping excitedly
behind.

"Everybody in." said Andy unlocking the door. "I promised Alfie he could go
in the front as he mended the wire earlier."

"Yeah!" shrieked Alfie running round to the passenger door.

"It's you and me in the back seat then dear!" Mark grinned as Martin bent
over to get it in the rear of the car. Inevitably Martin's T-shirt pulled
from his jeans, the sight of the Y-front waistband now on display answered
Mark's unspoken question.

"Piss off, I only goes out with boys I know!" replied Martin laughing.

"Now wot was it Alfie said you wanted to ask me?" said Andy turning round
to speak to Mark.

"Well, seeing as me and Alf go the same school as you work at," said Mark,
"we wondered whether you'd give us a lift to school to save going on that
bloody bus?"

"Oh. I don't know, it never occurred to me." he scratched his head, were
things getting too close for comfort?

"I `spect you oughta get yer parents permission first." added Martin.

"That'll be alright won't it?" Alfie turned to his brother.

"Probably." replied Mark. "See wot they say."

"Couple of things though," continued Andy, "I've gotta leave about ten past
eight and that might a bit early for you to be there. The other thing is
that if you ain't waiting by the car when I gotta leave, I ain't waiting
for you, I'm just going. OK?"

"Seems fair enough, probably have to leave about that to get the bus
anyway." said Mark. "What are the chances of a lift home as well?"

"Variable! Sometimes I can go when you lot leaves, other times I might have
to stay on." he stopped and thought for a few moments. "It might be better
to forget the afternoons altogether, but at least you'd be getting the odd
morning lift."

"OK, yeah I can understand that, first we'd better have a word with dad
then and make sure he don't mind."

"Yeah Mark, we'll do it tonight!" agreed Alfie nodding.

"Right, so where we going now then," said Andy starting the engine, "I need
to get some petrol so shall we do that and then go round the block or
something, I don't wanna be too long."

"Oh yeah!" Alfie carefully watched every move Andy made, as one day he too
would be driving.

Having taken on four gallons of petrol and passing by the park on their way
home the car suddenly started to pull violently to the left and headed into
the kerb.

"Wot the hell's gone wrong!" exclaimed Andy pulling up as best he
could. "Oh shit, wot is it now!"

"I `spect a wheels come off!" suggested Alfie helpfully.

Martin looked at Mark, adding with perfect comic timing. "Well that's
fucked it then!"

"God!" exclaimed Mark. "Wot! You don't mean we could be stuck in the back
seat all night here next to the park!"

"Wot would we do?" Martin knew only too well what he would do especially
since something was stirring in his jeans, he watched as both Andy and
Alfie got out to see what had happened.

"No idea dear, we hardly know each other." Mark laughed and shuffled on the
seat. The downside of his fashionable small blue briefs was that a growing
erection could find itself a little constricting.

"Wot would you suggest?" Martin looked him in the face. It was a serious
question, having recently experienced the carnal delights that Adam had to
offer, he definitely wanted more, this was as good an opportunity as any to
see how Mark felt about it.

"Well," Mark paused and planted his hand firmly on Martin's knee, "there is
something I really want to talk to you about."

"Oh fuck!" Martin gulped, he hadn't expected an immediate physical reaction
only more banter, his bluff had been called. "Talk? Wot now?"

"Will you two get out the fucking car," said Andy poking his head through
the window, "we've got a fucking puncture and so I've gotta change the
fucking wheel."

"Oh!" said Martin, brought back to reality. "Can, can.. we help?"

"Not really, I've got my little mate to help haven't I!" Andy raised his
eyebrows as Alfie flew past the window clutching the jack from the boot.

"Rather you than me!" Mark laughed. "You can't stop him even if you want
too!"

Doing their best to conceal their respective erections Mark was the first
out, he crouched down by Andy to look at the flat tyre, not that there was
that much to look at all. Martin followed and instinctively looked down the
back of Andy's jeans to see the familiar Y-front waistband protruding,
however the gaping waist of Marks jeans revealed a far more interesting
sight, a band of dark blue. Martin actually felt quite jealous, there was
young Alfie in bright red briefs and his brother in navy blue, why on earth
couldn't their mother buy them something similar.

"Wot you thinking about then?" asked Mark standing up, then noticing
Martin's rather obvious bulge he whispered. "You dirty boy, you'll break
the zip with that."

"Ssshhh.. piss off!"

"Come here and sit on the wall, we'll watch 'em do the wheel." said Mark to
the blushing Martin. "Hey, you ain't gonna go wanking in yer pants again
like the other day are you?"

"If it was just you and me I might do."

"Really? I might join you," Mark looked at him, "you really ain't joking
are you?"

"No I'm not, I can't help it, you got me all going. There that's honest
innit?" replied Martin looking a little flushed with the excitement. "Wot
is it you wanna ask then?"

"Don't worry I got one as well," said Mark watching Andy as he bent down to
put the jack under the car and show the inevitable couple of inches of
white cotton, "you both wear the famous Y-fronts then?"

"Them or St fucking Michael, it's wot mum buys us innit." Martin sounded
rather dejected, having previously assumed it was also what Mark wore, as
did most boys in school. "Was that wot you wanted to know then?"

"No, not really." Mark looked towards Andy and Alfie who now preoccupied
with changing the wheel seemed to be out of earshot, he whispered. "D'you
like girls?"

"I dunno, I `spose so. Why?" he looked up. Girls. What did Mark know about
girls?

"Have you ever been out with one?"

"No!" replied Martin almost appearing shocked at the thought of it. "Have
you?"

"Would you like to go out with one?" continued Mark avoiding the question.

"Dunno, might do." Martin thought for a moment. "But I don't know one, or
how to ask one out or wot I'd do if I did!"

"But, would you?" Mark was now quite excited himself and had a hand in his
pocket.

"I'd give it a go, but she's have to look alright and that. But wot d'you
do with one, even if you does go out with one?"

Mark didn't know the answer to that himself, nevertheless he continued
blithely. "D'you know wot they got between their legs?"

"Nah. Do you? I've heard they can wank!" Martin shook his head. "I'd like
to know more though."

It was a subject that certainly interested him, but he wasn't at all sure
as to how to go about finding a willing partner to continue the
quest. "I've seen some pictures in a dirty book somebody had at school, but
I couldn't really see proper."

"If I knew a girl who would show you her fanny would you go out with her?"
asked Mark excitedly, his fingers now stroking his cock through the tight
briefs.

"Dunno." Martin felt really put on the spot. Thanks to Adam, boys he now
really understood, but girls were a totally different matter. "Uumm.. Mark,
I dunno..."

"I think the one I got in mind would, but.. but.."

"You mean she'd show me her bits...her fanny just like that! Oh shit!"
interrupted Martin, nervously warming to the prospect. "But wot, wot you
mean but.. but wot?"

"But, but... well I know she'd wanna see your cock in exchange."

"No! No! Sod that, girls ain't seeing my cock!" he shook his head
violently. "No, no, I ain't doing that. Ain't letting no girl see me cock!"

"But, she'll wank for you to watch, if you wanks for her after!" said Mark
well aware that he had started to make a wet patch inside his
briefs. "Look, I knows that this particular girl wanks every night just
like we does, so I reckon she'll do it for you."

"I don't care, I ain't wanking for no girl to watch, she might fucking
laugh at me cock! No!" Martin shook his head again. "No. No."

"But Mart, I'd be there with you, `cause I wants to see her fanny meself!"

"Why don't you just show her your cock and have a wank with her then?"

"Because it's me bloody sister innit!" said Mark very quietly, sounding
disappointed.

"Yer sister?" Martin looked shocked. "Oh fuck! That ain't right is it?"

"I don't fucking know do I? All I know is she's been trying to get Alfie to
wank for her and that ain't fair `cause he's too young and don't know wot
it's about."

"Oh.. but neither do we really!" said Martin suddenly laughing.

"If we're honest no, `cause we know sod all as well. This is the chance to
see wot girls has got innit? We could watch her have a wank! She won't
tell, I know that."

"I wanna know, but yer sister... oh fuck, I don't know about that, it ain't
right is it?"

"Yeah, well maybe it ain't right. But think about it, to see a girl have
wank how many other boys at school have seen that?"

"That's true." Martin hand became even more active.

"Anyway so I said to Alfie I'd tell her to leave off him. So she said she
don't care wot boy does it, all she wants is to watch one have wank and
then she'll do it in return!" Mark looked rather embarrassed at admitting
the truth.

"Is that it? Honest? But it's yer sister, ain't that a bit odd?"

"Honest, swear by it." said Mark. "She's a non-stop wanker, I hears her
every night through the bedroom wall. Just it seemed a great way to see wot
a girls got, `cause like you all I've seen is a few poxy old pictures."

"She wanks every night? Honest?" Martin was already thinking deep. "I need
to think about it?"

"Course." Mark smiled. "Sorry if I shocked you, didn't mean to, but she's a
right little tart for fourteen."

"But if we were to do it, would you wank with me? I'd feel silly doing by
meself and being watched." whispered Martin. "I ain't saying I will mind,
I'm just wondering."

"I `spose so." Mark smiled. "Then I reckon we should have a couple of
practice wanks first then, I mean just the two of us so we knows wot out
cocks looks like?"

"Definitely and soon." Martin grinned. "Very soon. Even if we don't do it
with her."

"Where though, that's the question?" said Mark scratching his head. "Can't
risk at our house `cause there's always somebody about."

"I know!" Martin nudged him. "Right here in the park!"

"Wot?"

"Yeah, listen, one of me mates at school was here the other week and he
found out that blokes walk up past the grassy bit to where the bushes are
and they do things!"

"They do things?" Mark grinned, already hooked on the idea. "Wot d'you
mean, do things?"

"Well he watched two blokes shagging each other, in fact he took a picture
and showed it to me at school."

"Bloody hell, how? They real queers then?"

"How wot?"

"Well, how do they shag each other, I know how to take a picture!" replied
Mark excitedly, his hand now doing it's best to travel the length of his
cock through his pocket. "Fuck, I ain't never seen a picture of anything
that, you're bloody lucky."

"Uumm.. how do they shag each other... well.." Martin dare not let it be
known that had first hand experience of the very act. "From the picture he
had it looked like one had his cock up the others bum, it was a bit hard to
see really!"

"How d'you know it was clean?" a naive question or not, it was the first
thing that came into most boy's mind. "He might have had a shitty hole!"

"Dunno." Martin blushed, since it was exactly the same question he had
fretted over on his way to see Adam!

"Wonder wot it feels like?" mused Mark, knowing exactly how a good
fingering felt, but trying to draw from Martin whether or not he too
participated in such delights.

"Dunno..." repeated Martin, this time going rather red as the subject
matter was now very close to home, "I ain't never have a cock up me bum!"

"Well I didn't think you'd a had! But d'you think you would, if somebody
wanted to then?" Mark couldn't stop himself asking, he was finally talking
about real sex having so quickly overcome any inhibitions concerning the
subject of masturbation.

"Doubt it," mumbled Martin, now thinking that surely Mark must have
realised something was up, "why would you.. uumm.. well... would you do
it?"

"Dunno, I ain't never thought about till now, so d'you... I
mean.. d'you... d'you.." Mark stalled, but his hand continued in the
confines of his jeans.

"Do I wot?"

Now it was Mark who was bright red, but he was determined to ask his big
question even if it were a taboo subject. "D'you.. d'you ever play with yer
bumhole?"

"Why, d'you?" muttered Martin staring at the pavement and also now very
flushed.

"Yes!" thoroughly embarrassing himself in the process Mark was determined
to press the point and find out if was the only boy in the world who ever
played with it.

"Yeah, alright so do I." whispered Martin still looking at the pavement.

"D'you, d'you, oh... uumm.. d'you push things up it?" Mark couldn't believe
the questions he was hearing himself ask!

Martin just nodded, the eyes closed and his face feeling as though it were
on fire.

"So then, would being shagged be that different?" it seemed a logical
progression.

"But, ain't that wot queers do?" said Martin trying to move away from the
subject.

"I `spose so, but for all I knows you be a queer if yer playing with yer
hole!" Mark grinned. "Or, come to that, so could I!"

"Oh.. I see." said Martin, it was fair point. "But, yer not, not
really... are you?"

"No more than you, seems we both likes a bit of bum play don't we?" Mark
winked.

"Right." Martin gulped, surely Mark wasn't really a queer like Adam? No,
how could he be if he was also interested in girls. But then again he
didn't know for sure!

"Oh fuck... oh shit!" hissed Mark suddenly doubling up on the wall.

"Wot, wot is it?" asked Martin, immediately looking to see if Andy had
noticed, but was still occupied wrestling with the wheel brace tightening
up the wheel nuts.

"Fuck!" Mark appeared to be in pain and had suddenly started clutching his
stomach.

"Wot the fuck is it?" whispered Martin, wondering if his cub-scout first
aid training would be called upon and thus possibly avert a major medical
emergency.

"Fuck it! Fuck it!" replied Mark leaning over hiss into in Martin's
ear. "I've just fucking cum in me pants!"

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Chapter 23 to follow