Date: Wed, 01 Jan 2014 11:02:06 +0000
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: The Lab technician Chapter 4

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 comments, suggestions, good bad or indifferent always welcome.

Happy new year to all readers.

Tom

email: amias09@fastmail.fm

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Chapter 4 – "He was having a J Arthur.."

Excitedly grappling with the leg of his own shorts Peter was desperate to
allow his aching erection escape. Ramming it hard through the open the fly
of Tim's shorts it found it's way in and deposited a foreskin full of hot
precum in his pubic hair.

Tim groaned. "Hurry up..."

"Now, get your cock into my shorts up through the leg. Now!" ordered
Peter. "Then get your arms around me and pull me tight... really tight!

"Oh fuck!" was all Tim could say as he tried to bend his hard cock to line
it up with the leg of the shorts.

"Later... the fuck comes later!" replied Pete laughing. "First, we' going
to piss on each other... though each others shorts!"

With that he pulled Tim's head to him, kissing him long and full on the
lips. Neither could really contain themselves any longer and it was Peter
who released a strong yellow jet of urine into the fly of Tim's shorts. The
steaming hot liquid started to soak into the thick woollen underwear and
was soon dribbling down the inside of Tim's legs. Almost as a reflex action
Tim started to discharge his own straining bladder over Pete's pubic hairs
already heavily coated in precum. The slimy mixture running down under his
balls, soaking through the precum laden briefs and trickling slowly down
between his legs.

Both were still firmly embraced and now breathing very heavily, Peter
however had even more surprises planned.

He whispered into Tim's ear, "Trust me, just close your eyes and stay where
you are, you're going to enjoy the next bit... but please, please don't cum
yet... just a few more seconds!"

"Hurry..."

All Tim could do was nod, this was turning out to be one hell of a chance
meeting.

Without breaking either the embrace or the golden stream Peter's hand was
again working at the front of Tim's shorts. All he had to do was undo the
clasp, a combination of gravity helped by the weight of the piss soaked
fabric would do the rest.

Even though it was a summer evening Tim's legs suddenly felt cool as the
urine started to evaporation when the warm, wet shorts fell down, leaving
him standing there in his sodden woollen underpants.

"Shhhhh... please, please just don't cum!" whispered Peter frantically in
his ear, his hand already on it's way to it's next mission.

"You gotta be fucking quick! Please, please! I can't last much longer!"

"Just don't cum!" repeated Peter firmly. "And, keep your eyes closed."

"Just fucking hurry up!" gasped Tim. What was his new found friend up to
now?

Peter's hand was now inside the back of his own shorts and rapidly tracing
it's way down the hot, sweaty crack that led to his bum hole. Initially it
was quite tricky getting hold of the butt plug since it was coated in a
divinely slippery mix of sweat, piss and the ever present KY jelly that had
managed to seep past it.

With some effort he finally persuaded his reluctant sphincter to release
the trophy it had been firmly holding on to for well over the past
hour. With an audible plop it was out, followed by dribbles of the
remaining warm KY jelly. Gripping the plug between his thumb and forefinger
he pushed his free fingers into the vacant hole to coat them with as much
of the seepage as he could.

"Tim," he whispered excitedly, "in a second I'm going to do something to
you... then you must turn me round and get that bloody cock of yours up my
ass before you can say... cum!"

"Well... fucking hurry up!" cried Tim. "I'm so bloody close to cumming!"

"And," continued Peter, "I want you to fuck the ass off me whist you are
still wearing those pissy pants! You got it?"

"Just fucking well hurry up!" pleaded Tim. "Please!"

With that Pete pushed his hand between Tim's legs and up through the sodden
leg of the trunks to firmly thrust his slippery fingers straight up into
Tim's ass. Startled, but nevertheless trusting his new partner, Tim
excitedly allowed him to continue. Within a couple of seconds the startled
sphincter muscle was loosening allowing Peter to transferred most of the
slime from his fingers to Tim's, now eager waiting hole.

Finally, without any warning he forcibly rammed the butt plug, hot from his
own body up as far as it would go until it was firmly gripped by Tim's now
hungry sphincter.

"Fucking hell!" Tim winced and groaned. "What the fuck was that!"

"Your excuse to fuck the ass off me!" exclaimed Peter. "Turn me round, fuck
me, fuck me as hard as you can through my pants!"

The insertion had hurt, but Tim was loving every moment, his ass now
greedily pulling at the slippery rubber. Taking his cue he spun Peter
around as instructed, forced him to bend over and ripping the shorts down
to expose the briefs, sodden with the slime oozing from Peter's bottom. In
his frenzied excitement to get inside he ripped the seat of the briefs to
expose Peter's inviting hole. His twitching cock sticking obscenely from
the fly of the wet trunks he quickly glanced at his target, still leaking
the disgusting opaque slime. It was too late now, lust was in
control. Since he didn't know it was KY jelly the immediate choice was to
cum then and there or trust that Peter wasn't suffering from some dreadful
disease and fuck him as hard as he so desperately wanted to do.

Trust it was.

He took aim and ploughed his aching cock unwaveringly into Peter's waiting
hole to strike his prostate the first of several hard glancing
blows. Patently with this level of excitement neither were going to last
very long before ejaculating. Peter was already masturbating furiously with
the saturated pouch of his briefs wrapped around his cock, precum seeping
freely through the cotton over his hand.

Breathless with excitement, Tim in his piss sodden trunks was doing as he
was instructed and violently sinking the entire length of his engorged
organ into Peter's waiting ass.

Everything was now smothered in a gooey mix of piss, precum and KY.

They seemed to carry on for an age, but coupled with the exhilaration of
the previous foreplay Tim only lasted for barely a dozen violent strokes
before a tremendous tremor ran through his body. Pulling Peter to him with
all his strength he shot a immense load of hot sperm deep into his bowels.

That was enough of a signal for Peter who already moaning in ecstasy
uncontrollably unleashed spurt after spurt of cum over his hands and
clothing. Long strings of semen hung down to his legs.

"Fucking hell!" was all Tim could say as he eventually pulled his twitching
cock from Peter's ass.

He stared at the gaping hole, the sphincter had certainly been given a real
workout. It began to close, but not before the vast load of semen he had
just deposited started to trickle back out mixed with the remnants of the
KY.

Peter very slowly stood up his ass feeling as though it were on fire, but
what a fire. The obscene dribble now running down between his legs added to
the feeling of excitement. He grinned, pulled Tim to him and kissed him
hard.

"Well, I told you! Was it worth it?"

"Bloody hell, yes and how!" Tim smiled, "But please. please tell me that
all that stuff dripping out your ass is not catching! I was doing this on
trust!"

Pete laughed. "Other than what you've just put up their, it's KY jelly... I
love an ass full and the plug usually keeps it in!"

Relieved, Tim suddenly couldn't help himself in grabbing Peter and kissing
him as he forced his dribbling erection into Peter's matted pubic hair.

"Can I, ummm can I... wear the plug for a bit?" asked Tim feeling round to
his behind to check it was still in.

"Sure, I've got a spare. But, but only if we're going to meet again. We are
aren't we?" Pete made very positive eye contact. "Please...  please I'd
love to."

"Come here," Tim grabbed Peter and pulled him closer, he looked back into
his eyes and took his hand, slimy with sperm, "I'm going to give you my
number... I've never, ever done that before after any casual meeting,
ever."

"Oh shit. I'll give you mine as well." Peter's heart skipped a beat, this
was for real. "Yes please... please"

Peter had a funny feeling in his stomach, he'd known from the outset that
this was going to be special. Somehow he was going to have to square this
not only with the physical side of being gay, but with the emotional side
of his conscience. It appeared Tim had him under his spell.

"Hey!" Tim suddenly looked round, "What was that?"

"What?" asked Peter.

"Oh, I dunno. Sorry, I'm over excited. Whatever it was," said Tim, his mind
still not having come fully back to reality, "we'd better get ourselves
looking like we can walk home without being arrested!"

With that Peter looked down at himself. He was shocked at the mess and
started to pull up the sodden shorts. "Oh, fucking hell, what a mess!
They're soaked through, you can see right through to me pants with no
trouble!"

Tim started to laugh realising he didn't look any better. Just about
everything he had on was either wet or smeared with contents of Pete's anal
tract. He pulled his wet shorts up over the sopping wet trunks and then
looked between the two of them. Grinning like a naughty school boys they
both burst out laughing.

"Fuck! What we going to do then Pete, we look like shit!?" he said
laughing. "We've got away with so far, but I..."

Click.

He stopped in mid sentence. "It's a fucking camera! That's what I thought
it was before!"

Peter's head swivelled to look at the bushes.

"There, over there, see..." he pointed to a large clump of bushes a few
yards away. In the dappled sunlight there was what appeared to be a shadow
of somebody running away.

"Oh shit!"

By the time they had hitched up their wet clothing to be even able to start
to give chase and actually reached the bushes whoever it was had long
departed.

Peter was now visibly shaken, "Who the fuck was that? Why?"

"Don't know." replied Tim sounding equally worried, "Fuckin' hell, I wonder
how much they saw?"

Peter took a deep breath and kicked at the foliage, "I don't mind being
seen, but fucking hell I've got responsible job and.. oh fucking hell!"

"Damn it. I don't mind being watched in a voyeuristic way either. Oh shit
Pete... I have to start that new job in a couple of weeks. Fuck! See, it's
a job that well, fuck. Fucking hell, who was it?"

"Same here," said Peter, "I can't afford to be seen doing this, I work
with..."

"Why? What the fuck!" Tim interrupted "Who the hell was it? Why?"

Peter suddenly started laughing.

"What?" said Tim still frowning. "What's so funny?"

"This!" Peter was pointing to the blobs of semen hanging off the leaves.

"Whoever it was they certainly enjoyed the show!" Tim grinned. "I just hope
nothing else comes of it."



"Pete, d'you wanna flog over to the staff room for the break or shall we
have a brew here?"

"I can't be bothered to go over be honest." replied Peter struggling with
an unruly bunch of electrical connectors in the physics laboratory. "Let's
make something here, I'll be there in minute."

"Good, neither can I! Coffee or tea?"

In the preparation lab Andy lit the bunsen burner under a tripod and filled
a clean beaker with water, his mind occupied by the sight of a the fourth
form boy who had just finished the lesson and failed to hide an erection
under his school bag as he made his exit.

"Coffee, I need waking up." added Peter smiling to himself and thinking he
was certainly lacking impetus after the previous evenings frenetic sexual
activity.

"On it's way."

By the time he had put the connectors away and returned to the preparation
lab Andy was stirring the mugs.

"Had another note from my ex-wife in the post today." said Peter perching
on a stool.

"What? From Julie?" Andy looked up. "I thought you'd said your marriage was
over at least three years ago?"

"It was, only lasted a year," Peter sipped the coffee, "we were both too
young, eventually we both saw it was mistake."

"So what does she want now?"

"Well I have to admit it was a very amicable divorce." he smiled as he
lied, it being anything but an amicable divorce. "It was nothing really,
something to do with the documents of the joint mortgage we'd taken out
back then."

"She didn't write to ask you back then?" Andy grinned.

"No, she didn't." he shook his head. "Definitely not."

Bringing up the subject of his failed marriage every so often helped
perpetrate the myth he was indeed firmly heterosexual. Whereas in truth,
Peter was only too well aware that the marriage hadn't so much failed as
ruptured when his new bride had returned home to find him shagging a man he
had just picked up in the park. And, his heinous crime was further
compounded since she interrupted their version of anal version of coitus
interruptus taking place on her side of the marital bed!

"Probably just as well I suppose." Andy wasn't sure what to say.

"Enough of her. What about you then," time to change the subject, "have you
got a girl friend at the minute?"

"Uumm..." Andy stared into the coffee mug knowing he was blushing,
"uumm... not right now, no."

Combining other fleeting conversations with his lecherous thoughts about
Andy from the previous evening, Peter had a strong suspicion that girls
just didn't enter into the equation at all. Having already worked out his
game plan and considered all the permutations Peter thought he could
probably steer the subject his way once it had been broached. Andy didn't
know he was about to become a pawn in a devious game of seduction, even if
it was to take Peter some time before he did finally got inside Andy's
trousers.

"Oh, shame," Peter pretended not to see his blushes, "I'll bet a good
looking chap like you has had loads of girls, eh?"

Mumbling something unintelligible and then appearing to cough Andy
nervously ran his hand through his blond hair. Looking away towards the
bunsen burner he appeared to check it was turned off, the blushes having
turned to full scale embarrassment and to Peter seemed to confirmed his
total sexual innocence where girls were concerned. And, for boys?

"Thought so!" said Peter innocently, his questions answered. "We were all
twenty once!"

"Hhmm ..  yeah.." being put on the spot and worried that Peter might had
guessed the truth, Andy red in the face red now appeared to have lost his
voice.

"I know what else I was going to say," Peter continued to smile disarmingly
and work Andy like a puppet, "about your car and that dead dynamo."

"Oh. Yes?" with the change of subject his voice returned, albeit rather
croakily. "Pete, wot?"

"Well I was thinking about it," he paused, "it really could be something
very simple you know, just like the brushes on the commutator being worn
out."

"Is that a big job? I ain't got much money at the moment." Andy looked at
Peter hopefully.

"No, couple of quid if that's all it is. But, the drag is you have to take
the bloody thing off to check `em."

"Oh I can do that, but see I don't know nothing about electrics."

"Yes I know that, you're very good with spanners though."

"Look, I've had something cancelled tonight so while the weather is still
good I was going to suggest that, if you weren't doing anything else well,"
Peter purposely paused, "if I give you a lift home after work and you
grovel about to unbolt the bloody thing, I'll check it for you."

"Oh Pete, really." with thought of getting his car back on the road Andy's
face lit up.

"Tell you what, we'll take the old Avometer with us and then I'll check the
windings if it's not the brushes."

"Please, please!" said Andy excitedly at the thought of being
mobile. "Everybody will be out, mums at her part time job and me brother
does something after school, but that don't matter do it?"

"No. Not at all. Look if it's simply the brushes, the car could be on the
road for next weeks half-term break." replied Peter smiling, Andy was
hooked. "It shouldn't take half an hour if you get your finger out, we'll
leave as soon as we can after the last bell, OK."



Quickly clearing up the chemistry laboratory after the final bell, the two
headed for Peter's blue mini, by car it barely took fifteen minutes,
whereas by bus it was at least double.

En route however, Peter was about to play another card.

"I meant to ask how's your room now, the last you said was that your dad
having to do some ceiling repair or something?"

"Bloody pain that's been, I've had to share with me younger brother." Andy
pulled a face. "Yeah the roof developed a leak around a flashing or
something, but dad's got it's all sorted out now."

"So you're back in then?"

"Nah, nearly, he said he's done his bit and I gotta decorate the
ceiling. But I thought I'd give the whole room a coat of emulsion this
weekend since all the furniture been piled up anyway and it ain't worth
dragging it all back for just another night or two is it?"

"No, I suppose not." replied Peter pulling up at traffic lights. "It's
lucky you're so practical isn't it?"

Andy smiled unaware of what Peter had in mind to say next.

"D'you know I had to share for a bit with my older brother when I was
nearly twelve," Peter glanced across to gauge the reaction on Andy's face
as he finished the sentence, "he was only a year older, but I didn't get
much sleep because he was at it like a bloody rabbit!"

"He was wot.."

"Never stopped, he was having a J Arthur!" Peter laughed.

"Wot! You.." Andy looked quizzically towards Peter unsure sure if he had
heard correctly, this wasn't in the normal run of conversation.

"He was wanking all night long!" Peter continued laughing and playfully
slapped Andy's leg.

Andy didn't know where to look, it sounded so familiar albeit usually in
solo mode or hopefully as of the previous afternoon's discussions,
togetherness.

"In fact he started me off!" Peter continued to laugh. "You know what I
mean, I'd heard all about wanking, but didn't quite know how to do it!"

"Uumm.."

"Fuck! Andy, I'm so sorry." Peter saw Andy's bright red face, he'd
obviously hit the target squarely in the centre. "Oh shit I'm sorry. I
really didn't mean to embarrass you.. I just thought you as brothers, well,
well.. uumm.. you know!"

"It's alright," stuttered Andy, "I'm, I'm not used to talking about it
that's all."

"It's the opposite with me, I'm a bit of an extrovert like that." they were
again driving, Peter looked out the window, "Andy, which way at this
junction that's coming up next?"

"Left, then a couple of hundred yards, turn right and you'll see the car in
the road down on the left."

Having parked behind the humble Morris Minor they looked inside it whilst
Andy searched through his trouser pocket for the front door key.

"Pete, I gotta change or me mum will nag me for getting oil or something on
me clothes, so come in an wait."

"I wouldn't mind a drink of water actually."

"Here, come in the kitchen, glasses are in that cupboard there," said Andy
pointing up, "I'll just nip upstairs and change a second."

Peter sipping his glass of water looked aimlessly around the kitchen,
suddenly one item caught his eye, an ironing board next to the kitchen
table with two neat piles of clothes on it. One was of what seemed to be
white school shirts topped by some grey socks and three pairs of
beautifully ironed white briefs, unable to resist he carefully peeked
inside at the label, St Michael.

The other pile contained pastel coloured shirts which he instantly
recognised as those worn by Andy to work, topped by assorted socks and
three pairs of crisply ironed full cut Y-fronts. With no sound of Andy
immediately coming back downstairs, the desire to rub his hands over the
ribbed cotton was quite irresistible.

"Pete, you ready?" called out Andy moments later starting crashing down the
stairs now dressed in a blue T-shirt and what looked like a pair of old
school trousers.

"Yeah, you unbolt it and I'll check it." Peter took a deep breath,
wondering why it had taken so long to get around to exploring the
tantalising world of the very one who he worked with!

Once outside in the road, Andy leant over the bulbous wing. Straining to
reach deep inside the engine compartment to unbolt the dynamo bracket, the
action of pressing his body onto the bodywork meant he started to get an
involuntarily erection. Peter on the hand, had little to do other than
watch and ponder over how to obtain egress into Andy's briefs and pray his
semi-hard organ wouldn't get completely out of control and be noticed.

"Oh fuck!" exclaimed Andy as with a tinkling sound the spanner he was using
slipped from his grasp to fall under the engine. "Dropped the last bloody
nut as well!"

"You'll have to go under mate," Peter who had been avidly watching the
outline of Andy's briefs through his trousers, grinned, "go on then, I hate
grovelling in the road."

"Well hang on, let's get the bloody dynamo off while I'm in here, it's
almost done." replied Andy from inside the bonnet.

"We'll have a look at it on the kitchen table, do it on some newspaper."
said Peter.

"Got it." Andy straightened himself up and turned to lay the heavy lump on
top the low brick garden wall.

"You'll make a mechanic yet" Peter smiled.

"Piss off, it's too dirty!" Andy looked at his oily hands as he stood back
to look under the car, inadvertently displaying his bulging fly to Peter
who almost shook his head in disbelief at the show he was being given.

"You'd better go under from the front, else you'll get bloody run over." he
said after a few moments. "D'you see where that nut fell?"

"Maybe. Well here goes."

Peter moved round to the front of the car and carefully positioned himself
to watch the proceedings from behind whilst Andy, still unaware that his
erection had been spotted, crouched down in front the radiator grill and
peered underneath. The validity of the old expression what goes up must
come down or conversely what goes down must come up, was about to be
conclusively proved.

As Peter had predicted to himself, once Andy got down on hands and knees
the pale blue T-shirt immediately pulled up from the top of his trousers
revealing several inches of pale skin, not just pale skin but also the top
two inches of his Y-fronts. Peter's erection started to really harden as he
willed himself not to slip a hand underneath the white ribbed cotton and
push it down to Andy's bumhole. Somehow, Andy was going to have to be
attended to and sooner than later.

Tunnelling his way under the car to retrieve the spanner which naturally
had fallen as far away as possible, Andy rubbed up against the radiator
cross member which instantly made a large oily impression all across his
back.

"Is the nut down there?" asked Peter rubbing the end of his cock through
his trouser pocket.

"Yeah, it's right down by the fucking gearbox! And, the fucking engine
drips oil everywhere!"

Andy's bottom slowly disappeared even further under the front of the car
accompanied by further expletives.

"I'm too old for all crawling about stuff now." said Peter laughing.

"You ain't, you're only just thirty!" Andy laughed from somewhere at ground
level. "Got it, I'm coming back out."

Having to crawl out backwards from underneath the car ensured that Andy's
T-shirt was rucked up and that on several occasions he had rubbed up
against the dirty underside of the chassis. All of which contributed to
giving Peter a fantastic view of his white spotty back and the now, very
grubby briefs showing above the waistband of the trousers.

"You're a bit of bloody mess now," observed Peter, "your backs now covered
with shit and your mum's going to have trouble washing that dirty oil out
of your clothes, especially your white pants!"

Andy finally appeared from under the car gasping the spanner and the nut
and sat up in the road catching his breath having not taken in all of
Peter's comment. "Oh fuck, engine oil? Am I?"

"Well let's get it inside and take it bits."

"Hey! How d'you about my pants?"

The penny had dropped, besides which Andy was very much aware that full cut
white Y-fronts, even if they were religiously ironed were totally
unfashionable for somebody of his age. That was even if he were ever to
allow anybody to see him dressed in his underpants anyway.

"Well, every time you bend down they poke over the top of your trousers by
about three inches!"

Peter felt a bit mean in rubbing salt into the wound on a subject that was
obviously very sensitive to Andy who reacted by immediately jumping to his
feet, looking down and pulling his T-shirt out of the way to see for
himself.

"I fucking hate fucking Y-fronts!" he said angrily staring at the striped
waistband.

"Hey, hey, Andy calm down," Peter was rather taken aback at the anger in
his voice, having never seen him annoyed before, "come on, let's go inside
and you can tell me about if you want and I'll do the dynamo."

Andy led the way to kitchen carrying the dynamo and a few tools only to
realise the kitchen table had the piles of clean washing on it.

Peter looked at the table, he turned to Andy now looking as though he were
about to die from embarrassment or burst into tears. "Looks like we can't
escape your pants doesn't it?"

Mortified, Andy screwed his eyes up. Coupled with his other inhibitions,
the solitary sex life and the fact he was still wearing the same style of
underwear from when he was a small boy made him feel quite ashamed.

Playfully Peter slapped his bottom and went to move the laundry onto a
chair, "Andy come on, for fucks sake it's only clean Y-fronts and every kid
in the bloody school wears them."

"But I ain't a kid! I fucking hate them." reiterated Andy staring at the
laundry. "You don't understand. It's all me mum has ever bought me since I
was kid, white fucking Y-fronts, they fit like shit anyway! I'm too old for
'em."

"Well I wore them as well." Peter smiled hoping to defuse Andy and bring
him around, he pointed to the other pile of laundry. "And these are your
brothers then, how old's he?"

"Yeah Mart, he's just sixteen." replied Andy without really thinking, he
looked again at his washing. "I'll bet you don't wear 'em now though, do
you?"

"Uumm.. no, I don't." Peter tried to make eye contact, since Andy was
almost talking about the subject it appeared as good a time as any to move
things on even further if possible.

"So, what d'you wear then?" Andy hadn't really intended asking the question
at all, but in the heat of the moment he found he was unable to stop
himself.

"You really want to know?" their eyes finally met.

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Chap 5 to follow