Date: Wed, 11 Nov 2015 08:59:39 +0000
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: LabTech Chap 30

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 30 – "Dad, are you telling mum?"

Sunday morning had dawned bright sunny by somewhere around six
o'clock. However, towards nine o'clock rain had set it which made the
thought of staying in bed all the more appealing, particularly to Alfie who
thought he had detected some interesting rhythmic sounds of movement coming
from Mark's bed.

"Pssssstttt..."

"Piss off!"

"You wanking?"

"Oh, fuck off!"

"You promised in the garage we could do it together."

"Oh fuck off!"

"I knows you are, can I watch?"

"No I ain't. Now fuck off you dirty minded little twatt!"

Alfie disappeared beneath the bedclothes and pulled his red striped pyjama
trousers back up, the infusion around the fly from the night before having
appeared to have dried. Feeling around for the pyjama cord, it seemed to
have lost itself amongst the tangle of sheets and the only real solution to
locating it was to get out of bed.

"Wot you doing, making all that bloody noise, you the one that's wanking
now then?" Mark's voice was muffled by the bedclothes.

"Nah, but I could be," replied Alfie hopefully, "if, if we did it together
like you'd promised in the garage the other day."

"Yeah I know I did, but just stop fucking going on about it now."

The fact was Mark was playing hard to get, having his sexual horizons
broadened by Martin and Andy he now found he couldn't go for very long
without some fantasy taking over. Well aware that Alfie wanted to
masturbate with him, he had been planning his seduction since the previous
evening and by now could barely keep his hands off him. The more he thought
about it, the more the prospect of persuading Alfie to enter into a little
hands-on exercise appealed.

"Mark, you can see me willy if you wants." volunteered hopefully Alfie
throwing back the bedclothes and swinging his legs over the side of the
bed.

"But I've seen it." said Mark.

"Oh yeah, I `spose you have." Alfie sounded disappointed, knowing there
wasn't that much to see.

"Maybe I could have another look though, but you'll have to be fucking
quiet or somebody will hear us."

"Cor yeah!" exclaimed Alfie reaching down to check it was still there and
erect.

"I just said be fucking quiet you fucking twatt!" hissed Mark.

"Sorry!"

Alfie stood up by the side of his bed, his pyjama trousers immediately
falling down allowing his rigid cock to twang into view. Mark wasn't
intending missing anything, staring out from under the bedclothes he
watched as Alfie bent over to pull his trousers back up and exposed his
bottom.

"Oh fuck!" Alfie didn't swear much, but this was an exceptional, not to say
exciting situation. "Me pyjama cords gone down the hole, I'll have to
bloody hold 'em up!"

"Just fucking shut up and get over here if you wants to do something. And,
for fucks sake keep quiet!"

Mark pulled the bedclothes to one side to reveal a burgeoning erection, his
blue and white striped pyjama trousers already halfway down as in fact they
had been all night, the area around the fly showing all the signs of ample
previous emissions.

"Wot have I gotta do?" whispered Alfie hobbled over holding his trousers up
with one hand and squeezing his cock with the other.

"You gotta stand here by the edge of me bed," Mark shuffled his body over
to lie on his side, balanced on the very edge of the mattress, "I'll stay
like this, so's then you can wank me off."

"Wot you gonna do to me then, you gotta do something in return."

"Ain't decided yet." it was a lie, Mark had certainly thought of something
which he had only ever dreamt of and was sure Alfie would go along with it
once he started. "Now get hold me cock and gently start wanking it."

"Oh yuk, it's all hot and sticky!" exclaimed Alfie in disgust. "And, it
smells!"

"Wot d'you fucking expect!" Mark reached out and grabbed Alfie's organ. "So
does yours!"

"No it don't, well not like this!" Alfie could feel the sticky deposits in
his hand. "At least I don't have gert lumps of cheese falling out of it!
Yuk! You wanna wash it!"

"You cheeky little cunt, now just get wanking and I'll do something nice to
you!"

Alfie started to giggle, it was truly brotherly love. As unhygienic as it
was proving to be exciting. Like his clothes, Mark hadn't bothered to
really clean himself after well over a week of intense self-abuse and had
cultured some truly revolting deposits.

"Fucking shut up and just do it!"

"Phew... yuk! Smells!" Alfie sniffed. "Wot you gonna do in return then?"

"Just bloody do it!"

"Wot's you gonna do to me then..."

Alfie's voice finished the sentence an octave higher than when he had
started it.

"Ooooohhhhhh fuuucccckkk..."

Having pulled Alfie to the side of the bed Mark was unable to reply, his
mouth had succumbed to a sudden and forceful infestation of Alfie's swollen
cock. Pressing his tongue against the piss slit Mark savoured the residue
and all that was contained in the small foreskin.

"Ooohhh!" squeaked Alfie in a falsetto voice moments later. "I'm, I'm gonna
cum!"

The speed of Alfie's climax wasn't surprising really. Having been close to
ejaculating even before moving over to his brother, the sensations produced
by Mark's over enthusiastic foray into penile tonguing definitely exceeded
anything he could achieve manually.

For Mark's part, he had no idea of the techniques of fellatio and had just
seized the moment, much as he had just seized Alfie's cock! However, the
second part of his plan was more risky and in part stemmed from fantasies
generated after his conversation with Martin the previous day.

Alfie leant against the edge of the bed and shuddered, he didn't produce
over much for Mark to swallow, but what little there was, was eagerly
digested and as Mark quickly noted, it had a completely different taste to
his semen. Amazingly throughout the seminal tasting Alfie had continued to
energetically massage Mark's leaking appendage and had understandably
brought him to the verge of ejaculation.

"Fucking hell that was good!" gasped Mark on allowing Alfie's slippery
organ to slip from between his lips. "Now it's your fucking turn to suck me
before I cums!"

"But.. but.. it's horrible!" exclaimed Alfie in disgust, having discovered
that the foreskin of Mark's twitching cock was indeed a veritable Pandora's
box, replete with some revolting congealed spunk and an excess of lumpy,
fermenting cheese!

"If you don't fucking suck it, I'll never fucking touch yer cock again!"
snapped Mark, knowing ejaculation wasn't far away and desperate to sample
the delights of oral sex himself. "Don't fucking argue, just fucking suck
it `cause I've just sucked you!"

"Oh bloody hell Mark. Oh alright then."

Alfie sounded resigned to his very unsavoury fate. Particularly since
Mark's threat of blackmail prevailed taking Alfie along with utterly
irresistible thoughts of further visits to Mark's oral cavity with his
cock.

"Well fucking hurry up then before I cums!" Mark tried to push Alfie's head
in the direction of his leaking cock, but he moved out the way. "Oh you
little bugger don't fucking move about, just fucking stay still!"

"It smells!"

The voice came from somewhere in the region of Mark's grossly over worked
and none to clean genitalia. Patently, regular personal hygiene was not and
never would be high on Mark's daily or even weekly to-do list.

"Just fucking suck it!" groaned Mark in desperation, "I know it tastes
alright `cause I've done it meself, just spit out any of them lumpy bits!"

It was the stuff of a pornographic film. Alfie reluctantly bent over the
bed to suck his elder brother's repulsive organ, pyjamas around his feet,
grasping his own cock still wet with Mark's saliva, his bottom sticking in
the air displaying all his charms.

To be fair, Mark's appendage certainly wasn't the cleanest of organs, Alfie
almost gagged on forcing himself close enough to tentatively touch the
oozing head with his tongue.

"Fucking hell, get on with it quick!" said Mark desperately trying to delay
ejaculation.

"It smells!" gurgled Alfie very unenthusiastically, having now also caught
the aroma emanating from the suspect looking pubic hairs surrounding the
base of the shaft.

"Just fucking suck it!" groaned Mark, now quite frantic as unstoppable
happenings were well on their way, "I'll do something nice when you gets it
in yer mouth!"

"Bloody hell... oh shit!" was followed by the sound of Alfie spitting
something out.

"For fucks sake just fucking suck it `cause I'm gonna cum!" cried Mark in
sheer desperation. Grabbing at the back of Alfie's head he managed to shove
it between his legs hoping to force his cock into Alfie's mouth.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck no!" came the muffled cries of rebellion, Alfie's mouth
was way off target and instead he was being forced into the offensive mass
of pubic hair.

"Oh fuck yeah! Suck it, I'm gonna cum!" continued Mark whilst very unwisely
making a split second decision to bring into operation stage two of his
plan.

"Lemmie up!" wailed Alfie gasping for breath as he tried to spit out some
of the more solid content of the pubic area he had encountered. "I can't
bloody breath!"

"You'll fucking love this!"

Ignoring the cries for oxygen Mark forced his hand between Alfie's legs
with the sole intention of completing the second part of his plan and
pushing a grubby finger up his bum. However, it was not to be as at that
very moment he began to tremble as ejaculation took hold and his hand
merely trembled in mid air between Alfie's legs.

With Mark gyrating on the bed in a relentless orgy of climactic ecstasy
Alfie continued to struggle unsuccessfully to break free. Unable to escape
Mark's firm grasp he had to suffer the dubious pleasure of projectile
ejaculation at point blank range into his face.

Exhausted, Mark had collapsed back on bed releasing the half naked Alfie
now entirely decorated with hot sperm that dripped from his face, his hair,
was even up his nose and so much over his left eye that he couldn't open
it. It was fair to say that standing there like that Alfie didn't really
know whether to laugh or cry. It seemed though on reflection of the oral
pleasures he had just received it, that laughter was the only choice if he
were to attain a repeat performance from Mark.

Gathering his pyjama trousers up and intending to return to the safety of
his own bed where he could try to clean the spunk off his face, the
manoeuvre was cut horribly short by the missing cord of his pyjama trousers
which entangled itself around his foot and sent him flying face downwards
on the floor.

Landing with crash that would be heard throughout the house, he lay winded,
face down on the carpet, his pyjama trousers yet again around his ankles
exposing his white buttocks. Worse, having fallen so heavily onto his
erection he was utterly convinced he had broken it in half, he reached with
some trepidation beneath himself to ascertain the damage. Naturally the
overall situation was not helped by Mark who had by now become quite
helpless with laughter at seeing his brothers predicament.

"What the hells happened now? Is somebody hurt?" exclaimed Jim bursting
into the darkened bedroom.

In the semi-darkness Mark continued laughing hysterically unaware of his
fathers entrance. Alfie continued to groan at floor level, his erection
having subsided leaving his balls feeling very squashed and redesigned in
the form of discs.

"For gods sake, somebody answer me! What's happened now?" repeated Jim
anxiously. Grabbing at the curtains he pulled them back in one swift
movement which immediately stopped Mark's laughter.

"Oh no!" was all Mark could utter. Lying on the edge of his bed caught in
the cold light of a rainy morning, his erection and everything else
glistening with semen.

Jim looked in amazement at Mark and then down to Alfie who's bright red
face splattered with what could only be semen contrasted so beautifully
with his white bottom. He looked up in abject horror with his one eye from
the horizontal to see his father looking down at him, plainly unable to
believe what he was seeing.

"Wot is it dad?" cried Sophie suddenly appearing in the room, drawn it
seemed by a sexual magnet.

"Out, out, Sophie get out." Jim moved over attempting to screen the boys
from her all consuming sexual gaze and pushed her outside before closing
the door.

Alfie didn't dare look at his father again, he couldn't and simply stared
at the carpet two inches from his face. Mark was equally traumatised and
just lay there scarlet with embarrassment, his erection having rapidly
wilted before his fathers eyes.

Jim didn't really know what to say. Should he admonish them or make a rapid
if dignified exit, that answer would depend on one question.

"Alfie, now answer honestly me did Mark make you do this or did you want to
do it with him?"

The was a very muffled embarrassed grunt from the carpet. Embarrassed
grunts were a very rare aural commodity.

"Alfie, speak up." Jim looked across at Mark who was endeavouring to cover
up his flagging essentials with a typically spunk stained top sheet.

"I, I.." Alfie raised his head, unable to look at anybody, his voice
sounding on the verge of cracking he finally stuttered, "dad, dad, I, I
wanted to do it with him.."

"Right as long as that's true. Now is it Mark?"

"Yes, dad yes.. we wanted to do it together." mumbled Mark.

How could he ever look either parent in the face again having being
discovered in this situation with his twelve year old brother. It was
unthinkable, especially on top of being castigated by his mother who only
the previous day had all but exploded on discovering the surfeit of fresh
semen in the dirty laundry. He cringed.

"What a right pair of..."

Jim barely managed to say it without actually laughing, having immediately
thought back to growing up with his own brother, it seemed very little had
changed in the world.

"Pair of wot?" asked Alfie weakly, missing the point.

"Now just get cleaned up and come down for breakfast."

"Dad, dad," said Mark suddenly sitting bolt upright, "you're not telling
mum are you?"

"Why, are you?"




Andy had just left the bathroom having very carefully planted the two pairs
of his new white briefs that he had been wearing in the laundry basket. If
he was to ever wear the new ones he had bought then it was something that
had to be done to get them in the laundry cycle and no doubt his mother
would find it funny.

"Andy is that you?" called Hugh from below in the hallway.

"Yeah, why dad, wot d'you want?"

"A word, while mum and Martin are out, be better if can you come down."

"Sure, be there in a minute."

"And, wot have I done now?" asked Andy on finding his father flipping
through the Sunday paper at the dining table.

"I don't know, what have you done?" Hugh smiled.

"Uumm... nothing, I don't think." Andy flushed regardless of guilt.

"Good. Now listen, I tried to talk to mum the other night about you being,
well, you know what I mean."

"You mean queer." said Andy firmly.

"Andy don't be too hard on yourself, but alright then say queer if you
want."

"Sorry dad, I'm still.. uumm.. trying to get to grips with it. It's
difficult at times."

"Well obviously, it's a lot to get to grips with and we'll come to that in
a minute. First lets try and sort out your mother, I tried yesterday to
explain to her the situation with you, but she doesn't want to know
anything about it since to her you are quite normal and always will be."

"Oh." Andy looked rather downcast. "I'd hoped she'd have listened to you."

"Well, so did I and she won't. That thing with her brothers suicide has
done for her as far as accepting you're homosexual, just as she couldn't
accept that he was either." Hugh watched Andy's reaction. "All she will say
is that you are just going through a phase and you will of course find a
nice girl to settle down with and produce lots of grandchildren for her!"

"Oh bloody hell!."

"Yes, that does rather sum it up! To be quite honest I don't really know
what to do or suggest next."

"But, dad you've always got an answer for everything."

"Not this for one I haven't." he shrugged his shoulders. "Of course the
only real solution is for her to get some medical help to sort out her
denials, although I'm not going to suggest it at the moment, so are you?"

"No." Andy shook his head. "No."

"I suppose if the question of somebody's homosexuality arose every week,
well there might be a case for pushing it. But, now we've told her about
you and got nowhere I can't see much point in raising it again immediately,
lets try again in a few weeks."

"I `spose so." Andy sounded very disappointed. "I'd hoped she'd have
accepted it."

"Well even if she hasn't, I have tried to come to terms with it." Hugh
smiled. "And, so what I want to know now is how are you coping with it?"

"Me?" he flushed.

"Yes you!"

"Now you've told us and had a bit of time to think it through, do you
really still think you are homosexual and it's going to be that way for
life?"

"Yeah, I think so. I don't know if I'll change later on." replied Andy
after a few moments thought. "All I know is that up to now I have been, I
know that. I don't think of girls at all. Never have, just boys."

"Andy, I'm just trying to gauge how you are coping and feel about it
all. D'you regret telling me for instance, were you worried what I would
say?"

"No." he shook his head vigorously and bit his lip. "No. No. I had to tell
you, `cause I just knew you'd understand. Like I knew Mart would understand
as well. It's a real pity about mum though, I thought she would as well."

It was apparent he was getting rather emotional, however since they were
finally talking about it all without any untoward interruptions Hugh
decided to press on.

"You just said about not thinking about girls, so d'you think about boys a
lot then?"

"Yeah. I `spose." muttered Andy looking at the table, it was after all the
truth.

Hugh stopped, trying to phrase the next part without making it sound too
intrusive, it was difficult, but he wanted to say it.

"Andy, I don't know how to put this, so I'm just going to say it anyway. I
imagine you're pretty active sexually or at least would like to be and I,
I, I'm sorry to put it this way, but I just don't mean by yourself. I'm
sorry I can't put it any other way."

Andy closed his eyes and nodded scarlet with embarrassment. "Yeah, some."

"I'm sorry, but I want to try and understand." Hugh put his hand on top of
Andy's. "Now I expected that sort of answer, but, but, not, not with young
boys, eh?"

"No. Course not." he replied without looking at his father. Desperately
trying to put all thoughts of the prime selection of first, second and
third year boys that had been his regular masturbatory fantasises since
starting work at the school out of his mind.

"Thank heavens for that."

"Uumm.. yeah."

Hugh took a breath and continued. "So listen Andy, you'll be twenty one
very shortly which means you could, uumm.. well, uumm, well suppose.. I'll
try and put it like this, uumm... you've probably got a high sex drive, so
you might want to be out there doing things with other men.. oh bloody
hell, I don't know how to put it!"

"No! No I wouldn't. No!" Andy looked horrified at the very thought. "Dad, I
ain't like that about it. I might wank a lot, but I only wants to do other
things with somebody that I really likes, I can't do nothing with just
anybody!"

"Bloody hell, you didn't have to say it like that." Hugh was having extreme
difficulty in trying to express his fears and the honesty of the reply had
thrown him.

"Dad I don't go in public bogs or nothing like that!" he suddenly blurted
out. "I've heard about them older blokes, I'm scared and I don't wanna do
that sorta thing!"

It was that which made Hugh suddenly see the reality of Andy's
predicament. He appeared stuck in a strange limbo world where he could
fantasise and physically want his peers, but conversely was desperately
afraid of joining the mainstream adult world of homosexuality with all the
dangers and sleaze that went with it.

"Oh bloody hell Andy, you poor kid. Now I think I can begin to see where
you are in all this. Is it what you really want?"

"Dad I don't know." he replied fighting back tears. The truth was he didn't
know other than he was very taken with male sex and couldn't understand or
even admit to himself that it was younger boys he really wanted.

"Andy, d'you see I don't really know how to say these things to you and
since mum refuses to accept your decision, well it falls on me to try to
try to make sense of how you feel and what you want." Hugh felt awful at
having to continue, but he did want to voice his fears. "I'm not out to
embarrass you or anything, I'll do anything to support you. I'm just trying
to come to terms with what you are and importantly what you want, d'you
understand?"

"Yeah, I think so." Andy was visibly blinking back tears, he looked Hugh in
the face. "I love you!"

"Oh god!" Hugh's voice sounded as though it was going to crack. "I, I just
don't want you, well, well, out there doing things with men just because
you legally can. D'you see?"

"Yeah and I wouldn't."

"I just couldn't bear to think of you being abused by older men."

Hugh put his hand over face, obviously very emotional. It was a side of him
that Andy hadn't ever witnessed before, he in turn wiped tears from his
cheeks.

"I'm sorry." Hugh straightened up and wiped his face. "We all care about
you and love you so much."

"Oh fuck!" Andy finally dissolved into a flood of tears. "Why can't I be
normal!"

"Because you are what you are, it makes no difference to us despite all
that denial bollocks that mum trots out." he looked at him, appearing so
young for his age and quite plainly would be a very tempting target to
some. "Would you at least tell me if there is somebody in this new world of
yours that you can talk to about these things in depth, I don't know much
about this at all."

Wiping his eyes Andy nodded. "Yeah there is. He's just a bit older and he's
been through it all, so he really understands and he don't take advantage
of me or nothing, he's alright, he's a friend."

"Well that's something, I'm pleased."

"Yeah," he sniffed, "he's alright I can really trust him, bit like a big
brother thing, he won't let me get into no trouble nor try nothing on me."

"I'm really pleased about that, like I say I'm a bit lost with all this."

It was proving hard to learn about his son's new life, Andy gave him a very
watery smile. "I'll get through it dad."

"I'm sure you will, we will. Now I don't suppose you ever will, but if you
want me to meet this friend who's been helping you I'd really like it."

"Oh, I dunno. Dad, I know wot yer saying and you means for the best, but
can we leave it now, I'll tell him wot you said."

"Of course. Can I just ask you one more thing and don't answer if you don't
want too," said Hugh, "remember all those marks round your neck which I saw
and started all this off. Well, was, was the one who you did that with I,
uumm.. I mean is he.. uumm your sort of age and.. well, I suppose, is he, I
mean, is he still about, do you see him... I'm really sorry, it's hard to
ask, but I'd like to know."

"Yeah, yeah." he mumbled looking again at the table. "He's sorta my age
and, yeah he's till about."

"I just wondered."

Once again Andy despised himself for thinking of the fifteen year old boy
with whom he was infatuated and seeing later that very same afternoon for
further sexual misdemeanours. The fact he had lied yet again to his father
was something he just couldn't even contemplate thinking about.

"I think you've had enough haven't you?" Hugh stood up and tried to compose
himself. "Will you just promise you'll talk to me if you ever get worried
or need to sort anything out?"

"Oh dad."

Andy didn't answer directly, instead he rapidly pushed the chair back and
moved to throw his arms around him as the tears rolled down his face, the
action speaking far louder than the words.

As they both now recognised the magnitude of the emotional problems
generated by trying to come to terms with being homosexual were a million
miles away from the generally perceived simplistic view of homosexuality
being that of some boys masturbating together. It was far deeper and
complex than either had appreciated.

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Chapter 31 to follow