Date: Wed, 20 Jul 2016 09:21:03 +0100
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Lab Technician Chapter 47

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 47 – "Well I'm rubbing it betterer ain't I?"


"So, are you feeling any better for telling me all that?" Peter sat back on
the sofa, genuinely shocked. "It sounded bloody awful and I can quite
believe why it's had such an the effect on you."

"Better? Yeah, well I am a bit I `spose."

"Hhmm..."

Andy might have felt a little better for telling it, but neither looked nor
sound like it. Having plucked up courage to relay to Peter a blow by blow
account of what had happened to him as boy it had been quite traumatic,
particularly coming on top of his other recent encounters.

"Pete, ain't nobody else other than Mart that knows about it, but I just
thought as it was so fucking awful it might help you understand why I'm
such a bloody mess."

"It certainly does. So now if that's the history... just hang on, let me
think a minute."

"Yeah alright."

Andy continued to blink and was hopeful that Peter could produce the
panacea to all his sexually related problems. However, the truth was Peter
was unsure whether to press on since Andy was obviously in a rather fragile
mental state. Or, conversely since the subject was now out in the open
should it be immediately addressed? In reality the present time seemed as
good as any, since in any event Andy's mood swings were now quite
changeable.

"So then, well if that's the past... I suppose we should address the
present?"

"Bugger!" Andy pulled a face. "I knew you'd say something like that."

"But Andy, let's be honest it's the reason why you came here, isn't it?"
Peter smiled encouragingly. "The fact you got yourself a pleasant
introduction to spanking was a bonus, because you really came round to try
to talk didn't you?"

"Yeah, I `spose I did."

"Come on then, let's make a start. I'm guessing there's something which has
been getting to you and I don't think it's just accepting that you are
queer, there's more to this isn't there?"

"Well, uumm.. sort of, but telling meself I'm queer ain't very easy and
that's been a gert part of it.. but.. yeah, well..." he faltered. Admitting
his desires for younger boys wasn't going to be as painless as he had
rehearsed on the way over to Peter's.

"Oh come on be brave, it can't be as bad as all that," Peter failed to make
eye contact, "and, even if it is I'll bet you won't be the first or the
last."

"It is." mumbled Andy looking away. "It fucking is!"

"What is, is it that you're the first or the last?" Peter smiled. "Would it
help if I took a guess and said what I think it's about?"

"Yeah, go on then." his voice was resigned. "I reckon you knows, don't
you?"

"No I don't, but I'm guessing that you've developed a thing about younger
boys," he watched for a reaction, "am I right?"

Andy sighed, his eyes closed. "Oh fucking hell Pete, is it that obvious?"

"Yes, really to be honest. First tell me what else has happened.. I'm
assuming there is something else, isn't there? Other than what you told us
earlier about Adam?"

"No, no... uumm, no.. no course not... oh fuck it!" he stopped, looked at
Peter and then closed his eyes. "It's all wrong innit Pete? They all find
me, `cause now there's Mark, he's fifteen like me brother and Adam... but,
but see Mark's brothers only twelve... oh wot's fucking wrong with me.. I
can't stop thinking about any of 'em!"

"Go slowly, you haven't mentioned those two brothers before, so who are
they?" asked Peter trying not to look too worried. Another teenager he
could understand, but a twelve year old was more of a concern.

"It's our new neighbours innit?"

"Oh yes, I think you did mention something, oh and so.." it was now Peter
who paused, "but, that wasn't long after you came out was it? Oh my god, is
that the same boy who you said you'd nearly talked into wanking at school
and.. and then you said as you knew him it so it would be alright and he
wouldn't say anything?"

"Yeah, it's him. Mark." Andy nodded. "Oh shit, you've got a good memory!"

"So it's the same boy?"

Andy nodded. "Yeah. Mark."

"Hold it... so does that mean his younger brother's also at the school
then?"

"Yeah... uumm.. see that's Alfie." Andy looked away. "It's.. uumm, a bit
tricky innit?"

"Bloody hell Andy, it's more than a bit tricky!"

"See it don't help that Mark's now friends with Martin and `cause they're a
right randy pair I'd guess they're wanking.. I ain't asked Mart that yet,
he'll tell me though if I asks."

"But, have you actually done anything with this Mark?" interrupted Peter.

"No, but we all talked about wanking and that stuff one evening."

"Only talked, well that's something!" Peter looked at him. "By all, you
don't mean with his younger brother as well?"

"Yeah. Alfie. I think them two does things together anyway." Andy smiled at
the thought of Alfie. "He's great, always got his hand in his pocket, he
wanks a lot so he says. He helps me mend the car, well he don't really, he
just likes to be around when I do."

"I think, I see." Peter sighed, life was certainly complicated.

"And," continued Andy, almost sounding like a twelve year old himself who
was prepared to divulge almost anything, "see, Alfie sorta rubs up against
me now and again, he wanted to show me his willy the other day, but I said
no. I know he was a bit naughty when he started getting Mart to have wank
with him in the front garden, it's hard to resist `cause he's so cute! I
caught 'em and stopped 'em, but they was already showing their cocks!"

"Oh shit, he really is a bit forward then?" said Peter surprised at Andy's
honesty and of Alfie's sexually provocative nature.

"Well he certainly ain't backwards!" Andy laughed.

"So, just suppose he'd asked you to wank with him, would you?"

"Oh." Andy went quiet, finally he looked up flushed in the face. "Truth is
Pete, before we'd had this conversation I think I might have. Is that
awful? And, well if Mark had asked me I'd have done it without thinking."

"Oh fuck! What are we doing to do with you?" Peter scratched his head. "Now
listen, despite what we might say about not looking younger boys or men in
a sort of voyeuristic way, well we all do, it's just the way it is. I'd be
a liar if I said I didn't sometimes look at the boys at school, it happens,
but I know it's the forbidden fruit, so I dare not go there."

"Yeah, I can see that, but, but.." he stuttered, Robin was now on his mind,
"but, don't you see, they wants me as much as I want them... oh fuck.. wot
have I said!"

"Oh bloody hell, saying that really doesn't help does it?"

"No. Not like when they purposely get close to me and all that. I'll admit
I might fancy 'em, but it ain't all my fault `cause they're pushing
themselves on me is it?"

"That's a fair point." said Peter thoughtfully. "Y'know if it helps you
understand the younger aspect, well I might as well say it, I've been
looking at you lately as well!"

"Wot me?" exclaimed Andy. "Oh fuck off, you ain't been looking at me! Yer
fucking joking, why me?"

"Because in my eyes, just like that Alfie appeals to you well, you appeal
to me. There, I've bloody well said it! " Peter sat back looking very
embarrassed. "We know you don't look anything like twenty-one, but that's
what gives you the edge. So I'm pretty sure it's that which makes you so
fascinating and appealing to those boys."

"Pete, you're serious aren't you?" he laughed nervously. "Oh fuck!"

"It's alright I'm not going to attack you or anything," Peter grinned,
"just thought it might help put those feelings into context and show you're
not alone."

"Oh, it's alright, just a bit flattering I `spose! Seems I'm a real queer
now aren't I?"

The sad fact was, that Andy was indeed homosexual and with a predilection
for younger boys. Even though he was freely admitting to having designs on
Alfie and Mark at the back of his mind, there was still one boy who he was
not going mention. Robin. The somewhat chubby boy with distinctly
homosexual tendencies for whom the attraction was a combination of many
attributes including gold NHS glasses and the oversize trousers revealing
the ubiquitous Y-fronts which contained a fat, stubby uncircumcised
cock. Exactly what the precise attraction was, was still something of a
mystery to Andy, yet with Robin being so blatantly open about his desire to
have sex with him it was becoming increasingly harder to resist.

"It does look that way doesn't it?" Peter smiled. "Y'know I've asked myself
that more than a few times as well and concluded we can't change what we
are. Sometimes when these things get a bit much we'll kid ourselves that
we're not what we really are and we'll pretend we're just like other blokes
who chase girls."

"Yeah, I've done a lot of that." said Andy quietly.

"So have I, as have many others." Peter nodded in agreement. "Be honest,
the truth is even when you're in pretend girly mode you still know it's all
a load of fucking bollocks and that you can't kid yourself because really
you're as queer as a coot!"

"I ain't never heard that before, queer as coot!" Andy managed a smile.

"Just an old expression, now listen, one last serious point." Peter smiled,
"You're still fighting with yourself against the stigma of being queer and
in the process you're only making it harder for yourself. Don't, because
you'll never change what you are, I've been through all that pain and now
just accept what I am and live accordingly."

"But, but you seems so strong," Andy looked surprised at the admission, "I,
I never imagined you'd think like that at all, I thought it was only me
that couldn't take it."

"No. No, it's all of us, not only you and me. Just about everybody in the
entire queer world will at some time begin to question themselves. There's
no magic answer to it, we're just fucking well made like it and while we
can pretend, we'll never change!"



At number twenty-eight the Sunday evening tea wasn't so much going smoothly
as lurching silently along, too much had happened that afternoon to be
either the subject of polite conversation or to be immediately forgotten.

Having been well and truly admonished by Alison, who sat expressionless
opposite her, Sophie was in positively foul temper refusing to speak to
anyone and simply pushed the food around on her plate. Mark was still
regaining his equilibrium from what he considered as the ultimate
humiliation, that of his father being subjected a close up view of his
sorely abused erection through semen streaked jeans.

Alfie however, was in high spirits, his elevation by special appointment to
Martin and Mark as cocksucker-in-chief really excited him, particularly
with the prospect of servicing Mark whenever he demanded it. One of the
problems of only being twelve was that on occasion the body over-ruled the
brain and social proprieties. Such was the case, that with such a prestige
appointment Alfie's over stimulated genitals now required constant
attention to keep pace with the recurring flashbacks of the afternoons
arousing events. Besides which, just before tea he had forced his flagging
member to perform yet again in the locked bathroom leaving it feeling very
tender and overworked.

Presiding over the meal, Jim sat serenely between the two boys observing
the assorted facial expressions and unspoken tensions that silently ebbed
around him.

"Mum, I gotta go round to Terry's house to get me maths books back that
he'd lent," Alfie broke the silence, drawing all eyes onto him, "is that
alright?"

"That he borrowed from you, not he lent it!"

Alison sighed and consulted her watch. Sunday evenings were notoriously
difficult with three children to get ready for school on Monday as it was,
especially with Sophie's added performance it promised to be very hard
work.

"Can I mum?"

"Can't it wait till tomorrow, you'll see him at school won't you?"

"Nah, `cause I wants to check I've done it right meself!" replied Alfie
slouching on his chair, one hand on hyperactive pocket duties and the other
wielding a knife.

"Wot, you don't mean he's copied yer homework?" even Mark couldn't believe
it, now that mathematics were actually one of his best subjects, in fact
probably the best. "Yer maths ain't never right, cor he must be desperate!"

"Well he couldn't do it... and I have, it's gert big fractions and all that
innit?"

Alison rolled her eyes to heaven. "At least you haven't copied his then?"

"Course not, I does 'em." replied Alfie proudly. Mark sniggered in the
background.

Realising chaotic normality was returning, Jim abandoned his peaceful dream
world and leant over, smiling mischievously he whispered in Alfie's ear. "I
hope those shorts have got a good zip!"

"Wot!" looking shocked Alfie sat bolt upright and rapidly withdrew his
hand.

"What have you said to him, he never sit's upright?" asked Alison in
astonishment.

"Boy stuff!" Jim winked.

"Can I go then mum?" asked a very, very red in the face Alfie to change the
subject.

"Only if," she consulted her watch again, "only if you're back by seven, so
you've got a good half an hour, don't be late as it's bad enough getting
you lot bathed and sorted out for school as it is."

"Thanks mum." the hand was creeping back into the pocket under the table,
things were feeling more that a little uncomfortable after all the excess
of frictional activity.

Mark was still grinning to himself, knowing that Alfie's mathematical
skills were legendary as Terry was sure to find out. Hearing of Alfie's
past triumphs in maths tests had had Mark rolling around in laughter and
typically included such staggering multiplication gems as seven sixes are
seventy-five or eight eights are thirty-one.

"Does Terry really know what he's doing?" asked Jim with as serious a
manner as he could muster.

"No, he don't, but I do, `cause that's why he's borrowed me book.. innit
dad?"

"I meant copying your answers!" added Jim with a smile.

"Wot?" the subtle humour was too subtle and lost on Alfie.

"Well I just hope nobody finds out or they'll all want to copy it!" added
Alison who having relaxed somewhat could see the funny side and was now
smiling despite the proximity of Sophie's brooding presence and
accompanying grimace. It was the sheer innocence of youth in action and at
least it wasn't as though Alfie was copying somebody else's homework.



Clearing up after tea didn't take long and Alfie was soon frantically
pedalling his way round to Terry's house, which it has to be said he
reached in well under ten minutes. Luckily it was Terry that answered the
door and with time being short, they decided to talk leaning back against
the neighbours fence in the front garden.

"You sure some of these sums is right?" Terry held out the ink splattered
page which he had so rapidly copied the previous evening. "See, I don't
think that a quarter of three hundred and thirty-three is hundred and
sixty-eight, `cause I thinks it's only hundred and seventeen!"

"Wot, course they's bleeding right, took me a long time to do all that."
replied Alfie looking at the scrawled figures in comparison to his neatly
written, if hopelessly incorrect submission. "It's a bit messy innit, you
don't wanna get told off do you?"

"Nah, sod it! It'll be alright." replied Terry who was actually far more
interested in what Alfie was doing in his pocket than correct long
division.

"I only got ten minutes, `cause I gotta get back or me mum'll go bloody
nuts! So tell us, wot you been doing this weekend anything nice?"

"Looks like you still is!" Terry nodded to Alfie's moving trousers, "Is you
wanking?"

"No," Alfie looked around, "I can't, `cause I've done it too much it bloody
hurts now!"

"So why you rubbing it then?" Terry moved up to stand right by him.

"Well I'm rubbing it betterer ain't I?" Alfie grinned. "Why, you been
rubbing yers too much as well then?"

"Well, only three times today, `cause I ain't had much time on me own,"
Terry bent over and looked at the hand within Alfie's shorts, "I could make
it four if you'd do it now with me, quick like in yer shorts!"

"No, I can't `cause it's all sore and that. Honest, I gotta leave it alone
now or I won't be able to do it tomorrow. But, I'd love to watch you do it,
if you wants."

"We'll have to be gert quick then." Terry had already started giggling and
seemed incapable of even looking around to check it was safe.

"Why you laughing?"

"These is me old jeans and I gotta gert hole in the pocket, makes it
easier.. and I did it in front the TV the other evening with mum there and
the cat sat on me lap!"

They were now both giggling, eventually Alfie made a suggestion. "If you
gotta hole, why don't you let me do it for you?"

"Yeah, well if you'll let me feel yer bum again!" said Terry. "So hurry up
and get yer hand inside me pants."

"You loves bums don't you? I know yer always looking at 'em and feeling
'em!" said Alfie pushing his hand into the pocket and under the elastic of
Terry's briefs to be confronted by a hot, short, slightly sticky length of
twelve year old boyhood.

"Yeah, I loves bums." confirmed Terry, his hand already pushing down the
back of Alfie's shorts and inside his tight briefs.

"Bleeding hell! Yer inside me pants!" he exclaimed. "You ain't done that
before... I thought you was just gonna feel me bum?"

"I am... I'm gonna feel it from the inside!" Terry's hot, nail bitten
finger forced itself between Alfie's cheeks. "You just rub me willy and
I'll do yer bum proper!"

"But... ooooooooohhhhhhhh... fuck!" Alfie literally jumped in the air as
Terry's finger finally made the connection between fantasy and reality by
inserting itself right up to the knuckle.

"Don't stop!" Hurry up and rub me `cause I'm nearly cumming!" Terry was
indeed nearly there, what with Alfie attending to his straining cock and in
turn his finger which had now been joined by second, straining to get
inside Alfie.

"How d'you know me bums clean?" grunted Alfie, who whilst most certainly
enjoying Terry's vigorous two fingered probing had for some inexplicable
reason decided to analyse the hygienic and practical logistics of anal
exploration.

"Alf see it don't matter," gasped a breathless Terry who's cock jerked to
deposit what little semen it could still produce over Alfie's hot hand, "it
don't matter at all, see `cause them fingers already been up mine three
times today so I 'spect by now they needs a wash.. anyway!"

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Chap 48 to follow