Date: Thu, 28 Jan 2016 17:27:38 +0000
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: LabTech Chapter 35

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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>>>> Sorry but it looks like I am a week late with the posting - whoops!

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Chapter 35 – But, which path do you take?


Andy hadn't slept well at all, he had been unable to think of little else
other than boys since receiving Robin's invitation. Consequently at
somewhere around four in the morning he had awoken from an extremely long
and vivid dream, during which he was being continually rogered in turn by
Adam, Robin, Mark and on occasion even Alfie. Not exactly being the
traditional a wet dream per se, he awoke to find himself frantically
masturbating, his stomach covered with the best part of a bucket of semen
that was slithering down his thighs to be absorbed by the bedclothes.

As a consequence he didn't feel particularly full of the joys of life when
he awoke the following morning. Deprived of sleep, mentally tired, smelling
of semen, his pyjamas stuck to him and to cap it all, having to be woken by
his mother banging on the bedroom door since he had forgotten to set the
alarm clock. And, just to complete the picture he was running so late it
left no time for the bath he desperately needed.

Hence, by the time he left the house to go work his mood had if anything
deteriorated, thanks in the main to his mothers incessant nagging. He
didn't wish to be told repetitively how awful he looked with bags under his
eyes, nor that he appeared to smell and that serious consideration should
given to going to bed early.

Turning the key in the car door he was looking forward for some peace
during the drive to the school, which would also afford him a further
opportunity to continue the deliberations as to whether to accept Robin's
invitation. Although, he had to admit it seemed pretty inevitable that he
would.

"We OK for a lift then?" it was Mark's voice.

"Oh fuck!" said Andy under his breath recognising that two of the very
active participants from his incredibly erotic dream would now be sitting
beside him.

"Wait for me." cried Alfie from several yards behind Mark.

"Yeah I `spose so, you'd better get in then." said Andy in a very resigned
tone.

"Hurry up Alfie." called Mark. "I'll get in the back, you can have the
front."

"Wot's up with him, he's walking like he's wet himself?" observed Andy
tactfully.

"It's his pants." Mark giggled obviously finding the situation very funny.

"Wot about 'em?" Andy almost smiled, it sounded as if it could be typically
Alfie.

"If he.. if he, mentions a teacher called Ed... Ed... don't... don't.."
spluttered Mark.

Wrenching the door open Alfie totally interrupted Mark's garbled utterings
and crashed onto the front seat. Throwing his bag on the floor and looking
quite unhappy he started pulling at his grey shorts as though they were too
small and could be curtailing blood circulation in the delicate places
where they shouldn't be.

The line of questioning was left unanswered as Alfie got into the car, Andy
looked at him, plainly something was amiss. "You caught yer willy or
something then Alfie?"

"No I bleeding ain't!"

"Probably!" added Mark amongst further coughing and spluttering from the
back seat causing Alfie to turn and look at him as though he could murder
him.

"You fucking done me right up like a fucking kipper!" Alfie snapped at
Mark.

"Oh." said Andy in surprise having never seen Alfie angry or even swear
before.

Once underway, Andy looked across to the passenger seat, however depressed
he might have felt earlier, the sight of Alfie pulling at his shorts in a
foul mood was in itself something of a minor tonic. Things must have been
really bad since Alfie was swearing like trooper, something he never
normally did and appeared in grave danger of wearing out the F-word.

"You got something not quite right with yer pants then?" asked Andy
innocently, assuming whatever the problem was, it was common knowledge
between the two brothers and it had initially sounded as though Mark had
tried to help.

"Not right!" exclaimed Mark in mock horror followed by a further bout of
cackling.

"Wot have you fucking told him?" shrieked Alfie turning to Mark in the back
seat.

"Fucking nothing, now fucking calm down!" Mark grinned inanely.

"Well how's he fucking know about 'me fucking pants then?" retorted Alfie
very, very angrily. "Stop fucking laughing you ain't fucking wearing `em!"

"Look Alfie, all I said was that you was walking liked you'd wet yerself
and he said it was yer pants!" Andy drew breath, his mood rapidly
lightening. "That's all I fucking know other than the fact you don't
normally fucking swear like wot we fucking do!"

"Oh." Alfie looked down at the floor having realised that Andy really
didn't know there was something amiss with his underpants, but not exactly
what. "Sorry."

"So wot is wrong with 'em then?" the question was just begging to be asked.

"Who's this teacher bloke called Mr Fucking Edwards?" replied Alfie
answering the one question with another.

"Who? Hang on, I'm gonna take another route or we'll be here for bloody
years!"

Not fully concentrating on the conversation Andy was looking ahead,
temporary traffic lights were causing tailbacks. Besides making a detour
would also cunningly avoid the possibility of following Robin's enticing
bottom up the hill on his bike and be one less temptation to immediately
have to cope with.

"His names Edwards." repeated Alfie. "He's some teacher or the other."

"Who?" asked Andy. "There ain't no teacher called Edwards at school, where
d'you get that from?"

Mark had by now doubled up with laughter and was gasping for breath.

"Him! And, he fucking told me he'd heard of him, unless he's fucking
lying!"

Alfie turned round to point an accusative finger at Mark. He hadn't
entirely worked it out, but was very close to realising he had been made a
total fool of by his brother.

"I don't fucking get this, wot the hell are you two on about, `cause there
ain't no teacher called Edwards."

It was becoming absurd, Andy grinned. He was torn between looking at the
road, the gibbering hysterical wreck in the rear seat or the fairly
incandescent Alfie now positively ricocheting around on the front seat in a
truly dreadful temper.

"Oh fuck!" suddenly screamed Alfie clutching at his vital
bits. "Something's fucking stuck in me balls! Oh fuck it hurts! It's a
fucking pin innit!"

"Well, d'you want me to stop, then you can pull yer fucking shorts down and
have a bloody look then!" suggested Andy, not of course, in any selfish way
or meaning such a sight could be in the least way sexually gratifying!

"Yeah. Fucking help!" screeched Alfie battling to unfasten the shorts.

What ever it was causing the injury, it sounded very painful, in fact so
painful that Alfie had absolutely no hesitation nor consideration for
modesty when it came to fairly ripping the shorts undone and pulling them
down around his feet!

"I can't fucking drive like this!" said Andy trying not laugh. He pulled
over into the side of the road, luckily having decided to make the detour
they were not a busy road, but simply more of suburbia.

"Wot the fucks that?" exclaimed Alfie, who after some painfully delving
into the folds of voluminous white briefs he was wearing waved a safety pin
in the air.

"Why've you got a fucking gert nappy on today then?" Andy knew he shouldn't
have said anything, under the circumstances the comment was absolutely
irresistible.

"Fuck off!" screamed Alfie going from incandescent to iridescent or
possibly, iridescent to incandescent. He pointed at Mark. "Ask him it was
his fucking idea!"

"Why's he wearing a nappy?" it was hopeless Andy was starting to laugh as
well.

Mark was now horizontal on the back seat utterly helpless with laughter.

"Who's this fucking Edwards bloke?" screamed Alfie at even higher volume.

"There is no Edwards." reiterated Andy. "Why, wot's he meant to be doing
then?"

"So.. so... he won't be there to check our pants then?"

"Not if he don't exist! No, course he won't!" Andy looked on in bemusement,
it was approaching a madhouse on wheels, nevertheless it had certainly
lightened his mood. "Alfie, just calm down, why's he supposed to be
checking yer pants anyway?"

"To find the boy wearing the fucking blue ones of course!" retorted Alfie
as though it made perfect sense.

"Why's that? I still don't quite get it?" it was becoming very hard not to
laugh.

"Because it was me that was caught wanking with the other two wasn't it?"
Alfie's volume control had reached maximum as had his emotional threshold.

"Wot? Oh, you mean, you mean it's a way of identifying you!"

In the whole saga sounded pretty nebulous to Andy, even if it did appear to
Alfie that it made sense. However, what was Mark's connection, had he put
Alfie up to it?

"Yeah! `cause I'm the only one with blue pants!"

At which point Alfie crumbled, he burst in tears, he could get no sense
from anyone. The questions regarding the elusive Mr Edwards were going
nowhere, Mark was for unknown reasons now in hysterics and Alfie himself on
his way to school wearing some enormous old underpants which doubled as a
nappy that had to be held up by safety pins. Even Andy was laughing. The
day ahead did not bode well, at all well.

"Oh fucking hell I give up!" Andy turned to Mark, now approaching a climax
of hysterical neurosis.

Unable to look anywhere other than at the awful briefs again Alfie began to
wail, the end of the world was close to neigh.

"Mark, bloody shut up! We're gonna be late!" shouted Andy
uncharacteristically, it seemed the only way to get his attention and then
hopefully be able to continue on the journey. "Now the fucking jokes over
and he's in a right state, just look at him. You seem to know wot this all
about, so just wot the fuck is it all about?"

It had never been Mark's intention to upset Alfie to this degree and so
reduce him to tears. Similarly, the aspect of kitting him out with a
virtual nappy had only occurred really as an afterthought. The joke had
escalated completely out of hand.

"Mark!" shouted Andy as he thumped the back of the seat in an effort to get
his attention. "Wot the fucks it all about?"

Chaos continued to ensue with Alfie continuing to wail and Mark gasping for
breath.

"Mark for fucks sake!" Andy banged the back of the seat again.

The message finally got through to Mark, he sat upright and tried to get
his breath. "Oh fuck," he gasped, "I never thought.."

"No you fucking didn't did you!" Andy had an arm around Alfie, which went
some way to calming him down. "Now bloody tell us wot it's all about."

"It was a, a, joke. I went in the bog with Geoff and we heard these three
kids in a cubicle and they was obviously wanking. I heard the names Terry
and Spunky, so it had to be Alfie and his mates," he paused for breath, "so
we looked under the door and `cause their shorts was all down.. well we saw
was his blue pants..."

"Wot you.. you.." Alfie stared at him with a genuinely murderous intent.

"Well, so," Mark rapidly continued having seen from Alfie's face he was
likely to be made a murder victim, "so Geoff did the Edwards teacher voice
bit and made up the crap about having to inspect the pants of every kid in
shorts till he found the one wearing dark blue ones!"

"You pair of fucking cunts!" screamed Alfie, using the full literary power
of the combined F-word and C-word for the first time in his life.

"Alf, I'm sorry I really am.. it just sorta went on.. and well uumm.. and
.. oh fuck!" Mark now looked close to tears himself. "I never meant to
fucking wind you up like this.. honest."

"Mark, you are a total fucking prick!" Andy released Alfie to look at his
watch. "Unless we go now we're all gonna be really bloody late. You two are
gonna have to sort this out between yourselves, I can't cope with all this
fucking shit so early!"

"I can't go to school wearing these bloody things they'll all laugh at me."
said Alfie.

"Well bloody well take 'em off, don't wear nothing under yer shorts, I mean
who's gonna know anyway?" Andy sounded very assertive. "We won't look while
you do it.. will we Mark?"

"Oh!" Alfie had never considered doing it, but now he was!

"Just fucking do it." Mark sounded very contrite and added very
hesitantly. "Alf, when you've done it why, why don't you come back here for
a cuddle?"

"Why fucking should I?" retorted Alfie wrestling with the remaining safety
pins.

"Because I shouldn't have done it and, and... well I loves you!"

Very surprised at hearing that particular admission Andy glanced in the
rearview mirror, unless he was mistaken it was now Mark who was rubbing his
eyes.

"Bollocks!" muttered Alfie to himself, he blinked as he peered at the
safety pins.




Andy wasn't the only person to have had a sleepless Monday night. Albeit
without the added complication of flooding the bed with semen, Adam had
also been trying to resolve his own problems. In his case, those of being
homosexual and guilt as the events of the previous afternoon continually
ran through his mind.

Despite the extremely brave face he put on matters when his homosexual
persona came to the fore, as for instance when with Martin or Andy, he was
for all the perceived self-assurance, concerned as to what life could hold
in store for him. He certainly couldn't argue with the fact he was
homosexual, nor that he enjoyed male sexual relations. It was the unspoken
emotional aspect which frequently resurfaced to trouble him, as indeed it
did to those who felt themselves attracted to boys.

The previous Sunday evening he had rushed to get some of the photographs
that had been taken in the park that afternoon developed. As a consequence
he found himself at nearly midnight masturbating over images of Harry's
monster cock and recalling what it had felt like to hold when it spurted
forth. Thus, going to bed with little on his mind except visions of that
and of the supreme blow job that Harry had offered, it was no great
surprise that overnight he made his mind up to visit the park after school
the next day.

After school the Monday afternoon he arrived at the park to be quickly
propositioned by a delighted Harry and almost immediately volunteered to
have his cock sucked in exchange for pulling Harry off again. However,
reminded of memories of his last unhappy encounter in public toilet the
only precondition that he set was that they did it in the bushes and not
inside the toilet, something Harry readily agreed with.

Despite having experienced many pairs of eager dribbling lips during his
boarding school days Adam was not prepared for what Harry had to offer. In
fact, nothing could come remotely close to Harry's expertise as a fellator
which left him feeling quite debilitated and literally sucked dry, his cock
continually tingling from Harry's overactive tongue. Minutes later, the
bamboo showered with another colossal eruption of spunk found Harry smiling
as he again wrestled to get his dripping monster back inside his trousers,
whilst an embarrassed Adam fumbled to hide his shrinking few inches out of
sight.

Both had been were very aroused at the sight of each other to begin with,
especially Adam who whilst very extremely nervous found the whole sordid
scenario incredibly erotic. With the entire episode over in less than
twenty minutes it left Adam, already beginning to feel very guilty about
his virtual importuning to the older man looking rather pensive, something
quickly up on by Harry.

"D'you think that since this is the second time we've done this we ought to
know each others names?" Harry smiled, finally managing to pull the zip up
on his bulging trousers. "I'm Harry, what's your's then?"

"Adam." he said slowly looking up, knowing he really ought to go home and
guiltily contemplate what he had should not have even contemplated in the
first place.

"Well, I hope by now you know I'm not monster," he indicated to a park
bench in the sunshine, "would you come over to that bench a minute, I just
want to say something."

"Oh.. uumm.. I'd rather go home," Adam looked nervously around, "why?"

"Because, well because it might help you." Harry began walking over. "Only
for five minutes, we can sit at either end if it worries you, although it's
bit late for that!"

"Sorry, I'm ain't thinking." Adam realised how silly it was to resist
having just having been so intimate, he followed him over and sat slowly
down at a safe distance.

"Good."

"So wot, wot d'you wanna say?" he stuttered, wondering where it might lead.

"D'you know," Harry looked at Adam's blazer, he grinned, "Years ago I went
to your school as well, so I expect I could still find my way around all
the toilets!"

Adam blushed then he laughed, the ice was broken. "Oh yeah, alright I knows
wot you means."

"Oh good, now seriously Adam, I think we accept we both like other boys
don't we?"

"Yeah." he nodded not wishing to look him in the face. "Alright, I `spose
we do."

"Can I ask how old are you?"

"Fifteen." he glanced towards Harry. "So how old are you then?"

Harry watched, waiting to see his reaction, would Adam run off. "Fifty
five, I took early retirement."

"Fuck!" Adam winced, his instinct was to leave. "That's older than me dad!"

"Yes, I guessed that." Harry smiled. "Please don't go, just hear what I've
got to say first, it might help you, unless..."

"Unless wot?" asked Adam hesitantly. "Unless wot?"

"Unless you want to be sat here where I am when you're fifty five!"

"Wot! Fuck no!" It was an all too vivid premonition of what might be yet to
come.

"Now listen, I was young once and I thought I knew it all. I'd wanked with
my mates and even fucked a couple. Then I started hanging around a public
toilet and," Harry took a deep breath, "and then one sunny day a very nice
man got talking to me and invited me in, but he didn't tell me his mate was
waiting inside... and didn't they laugh when they got hold of me and took
it in turns to rape me!"

"Wot! Oh fucking hell!" visibly shocked, Adam looked at the ground. "Shit!"

"Adam, can you see what I trying to tell you? Believe me you don't want to
go near any of this stuff and you certainly don't want to do the toilets at
your age, ever really. D'you get what I'm trying to say?"

"Yes." he said very quietly. "I think so."

"Go on then, so you tell me what you think it is."

"Wot, you mean.. wot yer trying to say is... no, you don't mean.. no," he
paused as the reality slowly sank in, "no, you mean that I might end up
doing wot you're doing now.. just hanging around bogs and that when I'm
older? Is that sorta it?"

"Yes, I do mean just that. I'd hate to see that." replied Harry. "Adam
forget what we've just done, instead lets aim not to have you sat on this
bloody bench chasing after young boys when you're fifty five!"

"Oh fuck! You're really serious ain't you?" Adam gulped, this promised to
be more than he wanted to know. "Why you telling me?"

"Because I think you're too good for this and you know damn well you
shouldn't have come here today and have just offered yourself to me like
that." said Harry.

Adam flushed knowing it was true. "Fuck. Fuck."

"Just suppose I wasn't so nice and had dragged you off to be buggered by
all the other blokes who hang around here? Believe me, not everybody who
comes here is safe to say hello too, let alone go with for a quick wank!"

"I know, I know." Adam bit his lip nervously. "I nearly ran off when I saw
you."

"Well why the hell didn't you?" Harry sighed. "You look like a nice kid
from a nice home, you shouldn't be here tossing off old blokes who hang
around public toilets!"

"Oh! I just wanted to, to.."

"To pick the wrong bloke and get raped?" cut in Harry. "Have your hole
split open like mine was?"

It was all a little too graphic, Adam was stunned, again he stared at the
ground.

"Adam look at me, I'm sorry to have put it like that. But, it's the truth,
you're a boy in mans world and some men don't care and can be bloody
cruel. So please take my word for it and just don't do it."

"I've been stupid ain't I?" he sniffed. "It was lucky it was you wunnit? Oh
shit, anything could have happened to me!"

"You were lucky, you're much to young for this game. You do know I could go
to prison for what we've done? I shouldn't have done it the first time, let
alone now. Sex is an addiction and I'm addicted, I couldn't resist what you
were offering."

"I never thought about it like that."

"Neither did I in the heat of the moment, but I should have known better. I
really regret it now. I can't do this again, I just can't risk it and
I... oh shit." he stopped and lit a cigarette. "The truth is I can't resist
it and never could. So what does it feel like to know an old bloke just
couldn't resist you?"

"Oh shit!" it all sounded strangely familiar to Adam, especially about
being unable to resist temptation and how he had seduced Andy within
minutes of first meeting him.

"Exactly."

"But, but d'you know why you do it then?" blurted Adam. It seemed an
incredibly naive question, but in fact went to the very heart of the matter
and was something he constantly asked himself.

"No, not really," Harry and looked him in the face, "and you don't know the
answer to it either do you? In fact, I think you're hoping I can tell you
to ease your own fears, aren't you?"

"Yes." said Adam reluctantly, he blinked. Matters were now heading in an
emotional direction which he wasn't sure if he should be exploring it at
all. "See, I don't know why I'm queer and I wish I did. I don't even know
if I wanna be queer, but I am."

"And, maybe you think you're the only one to ever ask yourself those
questions?" Harry smiled. "Oh Adam, how wrong you could be."

"Wot d'you mean, wrong? I don't understand?" Adam sat up, intrigued.

Maybe with all Harry's worldly experience he could help resolve the same
questions he'd been asking himself since he was about ten. In fact the more
Adam thought about it he began to realise that Harry probably had little
choice as it was fate that decided he should become
homosexual. Additionally, Harry was no longer appearing to Adam to be a
scary old man who hung around public toilets, but was actually very
articulate, obviously intelligent and if able to retire at fifty five had
had a career of some sort. It all appeared very sad, but was it still a
taste of things to come?

"Adam, this might come as a bit of a surprise, but eventually you'll
realise those same thoughts, those same questions will never leave you."
Harry paused. "Not everybody will admit to it, but if you're queer you'll
end up thinking or asking yourself those same bloody things every bloody
minute of every bloody day!"

"Fuck, I never thought of it like that!" Adam went pale. "You mean, I'll
never know?"

"Probably not, I've never found a satisfactory answer." replied
Harry. "Hang on, are you alright? Sorry, looks like I've overdone it, maybe
too much information at once."

"I dunno, I'm a bit fucking confused. I ain't never talked about this stuff
before."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to get too doomy," Harry smiled, "but you do realise
I'm only trying to save you from going down the wrong path, unlike me. That
said, if you're queer then exactly which path do you take?"

"I can see that." said Adam. "It's just a bit of a shock, like you
admitting to being raped and that... I'm sorry, it could have been me
couldn't it? I'll be alright."

"Yes. Look, I'll have another fag" Harry reached in his pocket for the
cigarettes, "you sit there and have a think, there might be something you
might want to know. Ask me anything I really don't care what it is."

Adam sat very quietly for a couple of minutes mulling it all over, finally
he spoke voicing yet another question he had been carrying round for a long
time.

"Harry, if, if say I'm gonna be queer for the rest of me life," he stopped
to try to phrase the question, "wot, wot I'm trying say is, will I sorta
just be fucking and wanking for the rest of me life with anybody, I mean
just anybody or, or.. is there more to it... like, like say those who get
married and that...'cause they seems to get something else out of it?"

"You mean that thing called, love?"

"I, I `spose so.. I ain't never thought of like that, in fact I ain't never
thought of it at all and I really don't know wot it is anyway."

"If you really want the truth, I don't know either. I can only tell you
what I know."

"Yeah, please wot?"

"You'll be lonely. Why d'you think I'm doing what I do?" Harry sighed, it
seemed to Adam that he had now touched a nerve. "We're not like boys and
girls, we don't go off into the sunset in love, get married and have
kids. Being queer isn't like that. I don't know what love is, all I know is
I need to find some stranger to have physical sex with in the bushes or in
some fucking awful stinking public toilet!"

"Uumm.." Adam appeared shocked, Harry really was speaking from the heart.

"I'm sorry. Truth is I don't know what is love is." Harry paused and
blinked. "If you don't want to end up like me, then don't go down this
road. I thought it was great when I was young, shagging younger boys with
not a thought for the future, as long as I was shagging I thought that was
all there was to it. Then you begin to realise you're getting older and
still trying to pull, but you won't get boys you'll get old blokes. It's
then that you see your life is totally fucking empty, never any emotional
involvement at all, just furtively shagging. Such friends as I once had are
all now married with kids and here I am still hanging about wanking in
bloody public toilets."

"Harry... oh fuck!" mumbled Adam, somehow trying to find the words to tell
him not to be so hard on himself.

"Fuck, I've probably scared you." Harry looked up, blinking rapidly. "I'm
sorry, well you asked and I think it's been something I have even been too
ashamed to tell myself."

"But how, how do I cope now?" asked Adam. "I know I'm queer, but wot do I
do?"

"Make rules for yourself." Harry lit yet another cigarette. "First thing is
at your age you must not mess about with boys say eighteen months older of
younger than you are till you are over twenty one. And, definitely no more
trips here to the park!"

"No. Not after wot you've said, I wouldn't." replied Adam very firmly. "I
couldn't."

"Y'know, despite all I've said about being lonely and all that, there a few
blokes that do meet another man that they are lucky enough to fall in love
with and have a long term relationship." Harry smiled again. "You never
know, you might be one of those lucky ones. But I'm not and to be honest I
don't know anyone that has."

"Oh."

"Generally, meeting somebody is only for sex and even if it does appear to
last, one of you will be unfaithful and fuck it all up. Because of the way
we are, we meet just for instant sex, queers are notoriously unfaithful to
one another."

"Harry," Adam bit his lip, "you've told me more than I ever thought I'd
know, some of this stuff I've been thinking about for ages. Would you, well
would you meet me again, just to talk, honest, I don't mean for nothing
else."

"I shouldn't really should I? Hang on," he reached in his pocket for a
piece of paper and a pen. "d'you know, I've never given my phone number
before, although I suppose if I am at least saving you from getting raped
it's worth it."

Adam looked at the paper. "Sounds silly, but I'm glad I met you."

"Strangely, for both of us, it's made me think as well." he smiled. "One
condition though, I'm not meeting you in this fucking park! It'll have to
be somewhere there are lots of people that won't recognise me and we can
pretend to be normal!"



As ever Tuesday morning dawned, the events, the guilt and the ramifications
of the conversation with Harry the previous afternoon having been rerun
many times through the night in Adam's mind. Looking very tired he sat on
the bus as it rumbled slowly towards the school clutching at his bag, which
in turn contained an envelope with a selection of the photographs taken on
the Sunday afternoon to show Martin.

The really big question though, was should he tell Martin of the illicit
after school meeting with Harry in the park. It was not so much as a matter
of trust, but more that would Martin understand the ramifications of the
conversation. Not having declared himself as a homosexual Martin appeared
to be joining in just for the fun of the physical sex, so would he
appreciate that so much of what Harry had said was in accord with Adam's
own thoughts?

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Chap 36 to follow