Date: Wed, 15 Jan 2014 11:06:27 +0000
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: The LabTech - Chapter 5

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.

Tom
email: amias09@fastmail.fm

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Chapter 5 – It takes one to know one

"You really want to know what I wear?" replied Peter holding his gaze as
Andy tried to break eye contact.

"No... no... of course I don't."

Andy blushed, it was too late. Peter had seen his reaction and it was
obvious he was more than intrigued, as would be anyone who expressed more
than a passing interest in underwear.

"Pete, no.. no.. it wouldn't be right."

"Well, it's alright with me," said Peter smiling and taking a huge gamble
that Andy wouldn't object, he started to unzip his trousers, "I often go
the gym and other blokes see them all the time so why shouldn't you,
particularly as you seem to feel so strongly about Y-fronts?"

Andy just stood there being neither able to object nor take his eyes off
Peter's hands as they undid the dark blue trousers. With a flourish he
peeled the fly apart just enough to reveal the top half of a bright red
pair of bikini briefs, the bottom half containing his growing erection
remained partially covered.

"Oh shit!" Andy swallowed hard, this wasn't like the manikins he'd stared
so longingly at in the shop windows. "Wot... wot.."

"I think these are either British Home Stores or maybe C and A, they feel
so good after those old Y-fronts." Peter continued to smile. "You want to
go shopping at the weekend and surprise your mum! Don't be afraid!"

"But.. but how, you don't know her.. she'd think I was.. I was a bit.."
Andy knew he couldn't possibly do it, his mother just would not understand
at all when functional and longevity was what was required.

"You mean she'd think you were a bit queer wanting some coloured pants!"
Peter completed the sentence and laughed. "Oh, don't be so silly."

"Me queer?" Andy turned bright red and quickly looked away.

"Of course you're not, that's just a joke. But you know how sexy it feels
to wear some tight swimming trunks?" Peter decided that he may as well lay
it on thick since Andy wasn't objecting and actually seemed to be willing
to continue to talk. "Well, just imagine wearing something like that every
day instead of those baggy old white briefs!"

"And, they're nowhere near the top of your trousers, so they don't show."
replied Andy a little to excitedly and mentioning the one thing that every
schoolboy really hated about white briefs in general, the fact they always
seemed to be on show above their trousers.

"That's right, no more acres of white to get embarrassed about!"

"How," Andy looked again at the red cotton, "but, how could I tell her? How
can I buy them, she's always bought all my clothes!"

Peter began to slowly zip up to finish the show, purposely leaving Andy
wanting more. He really did, his eyes following every movement of Peter's
hands.

"See if it was me and I felt that strongly about what I wore, I'd do
something about it, you just have to tell her especially if it's underwear
that you like."

"Uumm.." still blushing Andy couldn't admit outright an underwear fetish.

"They do these same briefs in white as well, that would be a bit of turn on
for you and your mum might not notice!"

"Wot, they do, in white? But no, no, no, she'd notice immediately." now
confused he wasn't sure what he wanted except some new tight underpants
even if they were white. "Pete, wot d'you mean by a turn on for me?"

"I think if you couldn't care less what your mum bought you, then you'd be
happy wearing your old Y-fronts forever more. But, to me it seems wearing
them obviously really embarrasses you." said Peter checking that his fly
was indeed done up. "I mean, they do if you're honest don't they?"

"Uumm.. yes.. I `spose so.." finally admitted Andy finding himself trapped.

"And, just between us, I think you find underwear a just little bit
exciting don't you?"

"Well.. I, I don't like these any more," Andy looked at the pile of
laundry, "maybe, I, well maybe just a little bit.."

"So do I." Peter was unequivocal, hoping Andy would be equally forthright.
"In fact I think I began taking a tiny interest when I was just about
starting senior school, bet that's when you started as well?"

"Uumm.. possibly.. I, I'm, I'm not sure."

Reduced to a stutter Andy blushed yet again knowing full well that a trip
to the empty changing rooms and a secretive inspection of the boys clothes
hanging there was indeed far more than a tiny interest even when he was a
first year.

Regardless of working together Andy and Peter had developed a friendship in
that Peter viewed Andy as a little young for his age, sexually naive and
generally in need of a guiding hand. For his part, Andy thought Peter
really genuine, something of a role model and although he didn't admit it,
he actually welcomed Peter's comments regarding his sex life knowing
himself to be confused. The fact that on the odd occasion it crossed his
mind that Peter's own sexuality was questionable didn't worry him at all,
in fact it might even be a help in sorting himself out.

"Now, forget about you and your pants, we'd better have go at this, hadn't
we?" Peter pointed to the recalcitrant dynamo lying on the floor.

"Please." Andy sounded relieved and smiled.

He would have liked to continue the conversation, but maybe having a change
of topic was a good idea. Peter also thought it was best not to push
matters sexual too far in one go and it seemed a good opportunity to change
the subject, he looked down at the dynamo.

"You'd better get a bit of newspaper to put it on while we take it apart on
the kitchen table, I don't want to be told off by your mum!"

"Nor do I!"

Peter's eyes followed the tight trousers and the line of the Y-fronts
beneath as Andy left the kitchen to find some, noting on the return journey
that there was still a very distinct bulge around the fly, which the
newspaper carried in front didn't quite cover.

"What are you going to do to it?" asked Andy. "I've never taken one to bits
before."

"Dead easy, just slip the tin cover off and the two brushes will be inside,
held by a spring clip," replied Peter unscrewing the clip on the cover,
"there, see them, let's get one out and have a look."

"Oh yeah," Andy was leaning against the table, having forgotten about the
bulge in his trousers. Peter hadn't, the lump being the head of Andy's
partial erection was only inches from his face as he bent over to examine
the dynamo.

"There see, look they're worn right down," said Peter pulling one out of
it's holder and allowing Andy to see it, "you might be in luck and get away
with just replacing them."

"Bloody hell, that'll be fantastic, but where do I get some?"

"Any decent motor factor or a big accessory shop like the one on the high
street, you know where that is." Peter smiled. "Job almost done I reckon,
take an old one in to make sure they're right get a new set. You can see
how easy it is to put them in, then you can stick it back on and see if it
charges."

"Wow! I'd have me car back for the weekend and half term."

"If you get it done for say Saturday afternoon, give me a ring to make sure
I'm in and you can drive it round, then we'll just check the charging
rate. Tell you what though, you'd better make sure the battery is charged
if it's been sat in the road for a while."

"Yeah, you're right, will do." Andy was delighted with the prospect. "You
still in the same flat, round the other side of the park?"

"Yes, same place, same number."

Peter looked at his watch, thinking it wasn't just the seed of an underwear
fixation he'd successfully had planted in Andy's mind, more the entire
crop. "Andy, I've got to go now, so I' need to wash my hands and then I'll
see you in the lab tomorrow."

"You've been really great, doing this. I'll have to do something in return
for you one day." Andy smiled and pointed to the sink. "Washing up liquid
do, the towels just there."

"No problem," Peter grinned. "and, I'm sure I can think of a little
something in return, in due course."



"Wot you doing then?"

Surprised, Andy looked up from the dynamo to see Martin coming through the
kitchen door.

"Uumm, mending me car. Pete from works been here, he's taken the dynamo to
bits and reckons if I get some new brushes for it, the car might be back on
the road for the weekend."

"That's good, we can go for a ride next week then." Martin grinned, dropped
his school bag on the floor and turned to point to the door, "Andy this is
Adam, he joined the school last term and I said I'd lend him one of me old
physics text books to catch up over the holiday."

"Oh, right."

Andy glanced across to the doorway to see a very slightly plump fair haired
boy with a turned up nose and blue eyes looking at him. It appeared he was
one of those boys who constantly had a hand in his trouser pocket,
something that Andy being very self-conscious didn't do, at least where he
could be seen. He took a second look and managed a smile, before looking
down at the dynamo. Then he looked again.

"Hello." Adam moved over and offered a hand.

"I'd better not, I'm a bit dirty at the minute," Andy held out his hand
palm up to show the oily dirt, "let me dump the dynamo in the car and I'll
be right back."

"Adam want a drink or something?" asked Martin.

"Please." Adam nodded and glanced out the door to be gratified by seeing
the outline of Andy's briefs through his trousers as he walked down the
path.

Leaving Martin foraging for some lemonade and crisps to entertain his
guest, Andy made his way out to the car and put the dynamo in the boot for
safety until he could work on the car over the weekend. For a few seconds
he stood there feeling quite perturbed and unsure what to do, meeting Adam
had suddenly presented him with all manner of problems he didn't really
want to address revolving around his sexuality.

A seasoned voyeur who had watched many boys at the school, Andy knew there
was really only one persona that would induce the proverbial butterflies in
his stomach and on seeing Adam had instantly succumbed to that very strange
and nervous sensation in the pit of his stomach. However, on this occasion
there was no escaping to the prep lab for an erotic fantasy coupled with a
ejaculation beneath his lab white coat. Adam replete with smile and the
slightly turned up nose wasn't part of a fantasy, but was actually there in
Andy's house waiting to talk to him. And, as if Andy couldn't feel any more
disconcerted he had the most strange intuition that Adam had already
guessed his guilty secret.

"We'll hang on for Andy to get back, then I'll go and look for the book."
said Martin. "It might take five minutes `cause I gotta feeling mum's
tidied my old books away somewhere on the bookcase landing upstairs."

"Mine does that as well, wonder why?"

"It's a mother thing innit?"

"I'm back." said Andy coming back into the kitchen and carefully avoiding
looking at Adam for fear of unsettling himself further. "Just let me wash
me hands."

"Right, now I'll go and try to find the book, you two have a chat a
minute." Martin turned to go out of the door. "Back soon."

"Is the car easy to fix, I'm not very practical." enquired Adam.

Andy stood at the sink with his hands covered in washing-up liquid, keeping
his back to Adam and hoping from his body language that his instantaneous
infatuation wasn't that obvious. His body though had other ideas as he
found out on brushing against the edge of the sink and realising he was
almost fully erect.

"Uumm.." he asked without turning round, "have you seen the towel?"

"Yeah it's on the back of one of the chairs."

"Oh," knowing he couldn't face the sink all the time he took a deep breath
and turned his head to look, "oh right yeah, I'll get it."

Adam just watched, played with himself through his trouser pocket and
smiled. He smiled with good reason, having immediately sensed that Andy was
like him and not very interested in girls. Having been packed off to
boarding school when he was eleven for the four years prior to the family
moving home, he had rapidly discovered his sexuality. By the age of twelve
he had lost not only his anal virginity, but also any inhibitions and was
far from shy in pursuing matters of a sexual nature.

However, since being at the grammar school Adam had decided it best to
initially keep such proclivity to himself, Martin he viewed as friend and
wasn't interested in sexually, well that was unless Martin happened to
instigate anything! Whereas, on seeing Andy's immediate attributes as a
combination of a slight figure, boyish looks and a fair complexion meaning
that shaving twice a week was more than ample, all of which contributed to
the delightful illusion of him being seventeen or eighteen, instead of
twenty.

Knowing his erection would easily be spotted, Andy turned very awkwardly
away from the sink desperately hoping to avoid showing his profile as he
reached out for the towel. As he did so his foot caught the leg of the
table, dragging it a few inches to crash into the chair on which Peter had
piled the clean laundry.

"Oh fuck!"

Unaware that he was shortly to be seduced Andy looked down in horror as the
pile of neatly ironed clothes tumbled to the floor. Immediately he bent
down in an attempt to limit further embarrassment by rescuing his
underpants from Adam's view only to realise he couldn't pick anything up
with his soapy wet hands.

"Don't worry I'll pick it all up." said Adam bending down and reaching out
to pick up first the shirts and then quickly gathering up the white briefs
before Andy could help.

"Thanks." muttered Andy, wiping his hands on the towel.

"They were in two piles weren't they? Your's and Martin's?" asked Adam,
knowing full well they had been, "Which were yours, I'll sort them?"

"Those.."

Andy pointed to the coloured shirts and in the general direction of the
white ribbed Y-fronts, unable to bring himself to utter the word but
thinking if there was ever a case for some coloured underpants this proved
it. After the last couple of days with Peter dropping subtle hints about
his underpants and masturbation, to find himself now in an emotional
confrontation with himself because he was besotted by a boy who he had only
known a few minutes, Andy was more than confused.

Initially Adam started to separate the clothes and put them back on the
chair, but holding a pair of Y-fronts in one hand and mistakenly taking the
sight of Andy's bulging trousers as something of an invitation he suddenly
pushed his other hand deep into his trouser pocket. In a movement that
every schoolboy knew so well, he swiftly manoeuvred it under the elastic of
his briefs to massage his cock, now separated from his fingers by only by
the thin lining of the pocket.

At that point Andy found he had trouble controlling himself as he openly
stared at Adam's manipulations. To compliment the strange empty feeling in
his stomach even the hairs on the nape of his neck had now risen along with
the sexual temperature. Until the previous afternoon with Martin, he had
never been intimate with anybody before and was unaccustomed to being
anything other than a prolific solo masturbator. He tried to come to terms
with the fact only a few inches away Adam was effectively offering himself
to him, it was a fantasy come true except that his inhibitions were so
entrenched he was unable to decide whether to take advantage of the offer
or not.

"Sorry, I gotta scratch it, I got an itch." with his hand actively engaged
in his pocket Adam grinned and raising the stakes even higher by nodding
towards Andy's bulging trousers. "Looks got like you got an itch as well."

Andy looked down to see his trousers looking as though they were about to
burst open, then said the first thing that came into his head. "I'd rub it,
not scratch it!"

"I was gonna do that when I got home."

"I am home," replied Andy quietly, totally unaware what he was about to
invite

"Well then, I'll rub it for you," Adam moved to stand by his side, "now!"

"Oh fuck!" gasped Andy.

Adam was certainly no shrinking violet when it came to initiating
sex. Standing by Andy he placed the palm of his hand squarely on the lump
and started to rub it in a circular motion.

"Well don't be shy, you do the same to me and we'll cum together." said
Adam looking Andy full in the face. "This is what you wanted isn't it?"

Andy closed his eyes and nodded frantically, it was certainly more than he
wanted or had ever dreamed about.

"D'you cum in your pants a lot?" asked Adam. "I love it."

"No, not very often." replied Andy, not wishing to admit he did so at least
once a week, usually at bedtime or at work under cover of his while lab
coat whilst ogling a tasty third year boy with an erection.

"Well we're both going to do it now, so get rubbing me cock before the
bloody thing explodes!" said Adam as though it were an everyday event,
which of course it was when he was at boarding school!

"Right.. uumm.." with a trembling hand Andy touched the front of Adam's
trousers, there was certainly something hard inside and once he started to
press hard onto it and he quickly concluded Adam's cock seemed to be much
as his own.

Both being extremely aroused it really didn't take long before Andy began
to shudder and ejaculate with what to him what seemed to be the biggest
load in his life, his cock spewing out an unending stream of hot spunk into
his briefs. The involuntarily arching of his back whilst his balls emptied
them themselves was the cue for Adam to also start to filling his
underpants.

"Now you've cum don't fucking stop rubbing me," hissed Adam excitedly, "I'm
gonna keep rubbing you so the spunk gets over everything and then your cock
just slides around your pants as you walk!"

"Wot? Oh fuck!"

Andy was now being subjected to the most exquisite feeling as Adam's very
experienced hand started to distribute the semen inside his briefs, pushing
it around with the head of Andy's twitching cock.

By the time they had both finished and drawn breath Andy was near to
collapse, wobbling precariously he sat himself down heavily on a kitchen
chair. Mentally he was in a state of total disarray, his mind flashing
between the fact he'd finally committed a sexual act with another boy, but
that in turn signified that he was now a confirmed homosexual. All of which
was compounded by his infatuation with Adam, being something else he didn't
really want to admit to himself.

"You alright?" Adam leant over him, one hand as even in his pocket rubbing
the lining over the front of his sperm soaked briefs.

"I dunno." Andy looked blankly around, it was all a little too much. And,
far too quickly.

"You're just a bit overcome!" Adam laughed.

"Oh fuck!" Andy looked quickly around in panic. "Fuck, where's Mart, he
can't see me like this!"

"It's alright, he's still looking for book, I can hear him upstairs."

Andy swallowed and took a deep breath. "How... how, uumm, how did you
know?"

"Wot? Oh about you?" Adam grinned. "You couldn't stop looking at me could
you?"

"Fuck!" Andy nervously bit his lip. "Was it that obvious? Oh fuck!"

"It was to me, but then I'm always looking and it takes one to know one!"

"Are you, are you.. queer then?" Andy really didn't mean to ask the
question, but any shred of common sense had left him when Adam first
entered the house.

"I think so," replied Adam rather surprised at the directness of the
question, he looked him in the eye, "please don't say anything to Martin
will you?"

"Uumm.. no." Andy was shocked he'd actually met a boy who admitted he was
homosexual. "He doesn't know then?"

"Think he might have guessed, but I ain't said anything or done anything
with him, he's a really nice friend." Adam blinked.

"I won't say nothing." muttered Andy. "Promise."

"D'you think you're queer then?" it was a very straight question, the
answer to which Andy had been pondering since he was in junior school.

"Fuck. I don't know, I keep asking myself that." Andy looked up at Adam and
then down to the floor, his voice almost cracked as he continued. "I really
want to talk about it, but another time when we won't be interrupted. Can
we?"

"I'd like it as well, it's hard to get anybody to be honest enough to admit
it." Adam put a hand on his shoulder. "Truth is a lot of boys just have
wank together and that's it, but there's a lot more to it for me, I'd love
to talk about it."

"Please." Andy looked up and smiled. "Soon."

"Maybe over half term?"

"Please, we'll have to sort out something. I got one other question, it's a
bit silly really."

"And?"

"What pants do you wear?"

"Oh shit, you as well!" Adam giggled. "You got a thing about them haven't
you, I guessed that when I saw your face as I picked up the washing."

"Yeah alright I have." Andy blushed. "So what d'you wear then?"

"Same as you, fucking Y-fronts and a few St Michael, it's what me mum buys
innit?"

Before Andy could reply the door opened and Martin returned carrying a
rather dog eared text book.

"There." he presented it to Adam who quickly withdrew his hand from his
pocket.

"Thanks, that's great."

"You alright Andy? Why you sat down?" continued Martin looking at his
brother who still looked distinctly flustered. "I was going to make
suggestion."

"Yeah, uumm... sorry was miles away.." stuttered Andy doing his best to
cover the large shiny wet spot he had just noticed on the front of his old
trousers.

"What was the suggestion then?" asked Adam as though nothing had happened.

"Well, if Andy's got his car going again and we're all off next week as
it's half term I thought he could take us to the beach one day, it's less
than twenty miles innit?"

"Well, shall we?"

Adam grinned, his cock lurched in his sperm soaked briefs and he looked
hopefully at Andy.

"Andy, well?" asked Martin hopefully, he nudging his brother's shoulder.

"Uumm.. maybe," blinded by thoughts of seeing Adam in some tight swimming
trunks it was now Andy's turn for his cock to lurched skywards inside his
sperm soaked briefs, "why not, but I gotta make sure the cars gonna go
alright first."

"Of course," Adam looked knowingly at Andy, "you wouldn't want it breaking
on some lonely country road with us three stuck in it would you?"

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IMPORTANT PLEASE NOTE >>>> Due to some logistical problems I have to take
about a month off from posting this story which means that Chapter 6 will
not be posted until 26 February - I'm sorry about it, but at least you know
that the story will continue.