Date: Wed, 11 Jan 2017 14:58:38 +0000
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: LabTechnician Chapter 57

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 57 – Brotherly love


Andy had driven home in a Porsche.

Well, at least that's what he had imaged. Whilst his ancient Morris Minor
had several things in common with a Porsche, like the four wheels, seats
and an engine, it was regrettably at that point all other similarity ended.

Still, he could always dream. Although he knew that if he really wanted he
could probably turn that particular dream into reality. After pulling on
the handbrake and switching the ignition off it was with some trepidation
that he reached in the door pocket and searched around, finally clutching
at a beige business card. Slowly and carefully digesting all the
information he now realised he had been propositioned by Guy Morrison, a
partner in an Advertising agency called Barnaby-Morrison. However, all such
daydreams of driving a Porsche aside, common sense told him must put that
particular dream right out of his mind, quickly. Immediately. Still
convincing himself it was the only correct course of action, he put the
card back and got out of the car to walk slowly up the garden path with the
front door key in his hand.

As if by magic the door opened just when he was about to insert his key, it
swung slowly back to revealed Alfie standing before him looking up equally
surprised.

"Oh!"

"Wot.. wot are you doing here?" asked Andy, having not yet seen Martin
lurking in the shadows and with bulging trousers now doing his best to keep
out of sight.

"I.. I.. come for these trousers for our Mark.." stuttered Alfie holding a
crumpled grey bundle and looking incredibly guilty, "ain't I Mart?"

"Yeah uumm.. yeah that's right.. uumm.." came the voice in the background.

Martin who was incapable of lying his way out of a paper bag instantly
ground to a verbal halt. Well aware that in the limited time available with
Alfie he had not yet been able to change out of his uniform and he
certainly hadn't expected to see Andy so soon. The overdue change of
clothes was vitally important, since earlier when Alfie had received a
mouthful of hot semen he had choked and showered Martin with his own
discharge.

"Look I gotta go, `cause me one of me mates said he might be popping
round," mumbled Alfie looking very flushed he tried to squeeze past Andy
without looking at him, "anyway's I `spect mum's already shouting at Mark
over his uniform!"

"Oh, why's that?" asked Andy, slightly puzzled.

"Well he's wanked all over it again at school ain't he!" replied Alfie in a
very matter of fact way before rapidly setting off down the garden path.

"I should have guessed!" Andy turned to Martin. "So I `spose you've been
wanking at school as well then?"

"Yer home a bit early ain't you?" Mark looked flushed and avoided the
question watching Alfie disappear down the path.

"Yeah a bit early. So why was Alfie looking so guilty then? He usually
don't wanna leave us do he?" Andy stepped inside the hallway intent on
trying to gauge if Martin looked equally guilty.

"Dunno.. he just come for them trousers." Martin quickly turned away hoping
to hide his spunk splattered trousers from view.

"You ain't been doing something with him have you?" asked Andy still trying
to see how Martin looked, his apparent avoidance now being something of a
definite clue.

"Wot... me.. nah." Martin was put off guard the forthright question,
although it was obvious from the look on his face and a glimpse of the
bulge in his trousers that something had been happening between them.

"Really. Yer a lying sod!"

Without warning Andy suddenly pounced and grabbed Martin from behind,
putting his arms around him in a rather limp bear hug.

"Now then, tell me the truth, I knows when yer fucking lying through yer
teeth!"

"Fuck off I ain't..." replied Martin struggling and trying not to
laugh. "Piss off!"

"Have you been wanking with him?"

"Course I fucking ain't!"

"But you been doing something with him ain't you, `cause he was really all
fucking embarrassed wasn't he?"

"Nah, he wasn't."

"Yes he bloody was."

Andy squeezed Martin tighter and then realised he too was now getting an
erection, he was being turned on by his own brother. For a moment he
wavered, what to do? There was only one answer. It was simple, continue and
be safe in the knowledge that from now on there was sex available right in
his own home!

"Let me go! Oh! Wot the fuck you doing!"

Martin was startled as Andy's hands suddenly moved downwards from his waist
to force themselves inside the waistband of his trousers and briefs to grab
his cock.

"You been fucking wanking with him ain't you! Bloody hell, yer all sticky
with cum and yer still all hard!"

"No I ain't!" replied Martin with little conviction, confirming he was a
useless liar, but actually enjoying the very close contact with his
brother.

"You fucking have!" Andy started to rub Martin's cock. "It's all hot and
sticky in yer!"

"Oh fuck... wot you doing now!" pleaded Martin, "it's all sore, go easy
with it!"

"Why's it sore, you been wanking that much? Or did Alfie do it for you?"

"Piss off!" replied Martin squirming in delight. Both of Andy's hands had
now forced their way inside his briefs, one holding his cock and the other
and cradling his balls.

"You gonna cum over me hand then? I think you should!" Andy pushed his own
erection into Martin's bottom.

"Oh fuck.. is that yer cock?" Martin swallowed, thinking only hours earlier
that day how he had anally entertained Adam. "Oh fuck!"

"Yeah... why, d'you wanna it?" aroused Andy started to hump Martin's
bottom.

Martin took a deep breath. "Yeah! If you wants too!"

"I wanted you the other night!" admitted Andy, hoping to entice Martin
further.

"Wot! You wanted me... for wot?" exclaimed Martin, surprised at the
admission.

"Wot d'you bloody think! I heard you wanking one night when I went to the
bog!"

"Oh fuck!" if Andy could hear him then did that mean his parents could as
well!

"So don't lets piss about, let's do it together, `cause we both enjoys it."
Andy pushed himself into him. "We can't do it now `cause mum'll be
back... when, when?"

"One afternoon if we both gets back from school early?" suggested Martin
hopefully.

"Right, but I wants something today as well," Andy was now really fired up,
"why don't we go out in the car after tea, we can wank each other off
somewhere?"

"Yeah.. yeah."

"First, you gotta tell me the fucking truth," his grip tightened on
Martin's balls, "so wot d'you do with Alf then?"

"He, he sucked me off!" mumbled Martin.

"He wot? Bleeding hell!"

"Honest it wasn't arranged or nothing, he wanted suck me off, he's done it
before!"

"He wot! When! When for fucks sake!"

"He fucking loves doing it," continued Martin enthusiastically, "see,
Mark's made him our official cock sucker, he did both of us the other week
and he cum in his pants!"

"Fucking hell!"

"Promise you won't say nothing to him or Mark, right?"

"Yeah, yeah alright." Andy released his hold and pushed Martin towards the
stairs. "Bloody hell, you're a lucky sod!"

"Well I'll try and suck you later in the car if you wants."

"Yeah, I wants! Now fuck off upstairs before mum get back and don't change
them pants, `cause they're nice and cummy!"

"Andy, there's something else." Martin realised that the time was as good
as any, he turned.

"Oh yeah, wot else can there be?"

"Well, me and Adam wondered if you'd uumm... well, drive us somewhere, like
so we could go camping some place one weekend?"

"Wot," Andy's heart missed a beat as his cock lurched upwards, had he heard
correctly, "wot... you mean the three of us... you, me and Adam... going
camping?"

"Yeah, we'd all be in the one tent!" Martin looked at him hopefully. "I
knows you likes him and he said he'd like you with us as well."

"Yeah, I do quite like him." replied Andy very slowly. Like, wasn't really
a strong enough adjective, besotted was more apt. His heart was thumping.

"Shall I tell him you will then?"

"Yeah.. alright." Andy winced, "Mart, but I means, uumm... well, let's get
this bit right, so we'd uumm.. we'd be doing things with each other?"

"Be hard not too with the three of us in a bloody small tent wouldn't it!"
Martin grinned. "We was talking about it in afternoon break and Adam said
with the three of us, well we could take it in turns to be the one in the
middle!"

Andy took a deep breath. "Right."




Elsewhere or more precisely, at number twenty-eight Westleaze Avenue all
was relatively quiet and much to Alfie's surprise, Mark hadn't yet had
another altercation with his mother over the state of his uniform. But only
because she hadn't seen it and was instead engaged in the continuing war of
attrition with Sophie, who in full hormonal flight was determined, by
virtue of relentless nagging to get some high heeled shoes. Realising
escape from the field of battle was the only sensible option, Alfie rushed
upstairs to give Mark the trousers, having planning to then lock himself in
the bathroom and attend to that which he didn't have time to do at Martin's
house.

"Yer's yer trousers."

Alfie burst into Mark's room unannounced in the hope of catching him doing
what he shouldn't, well in public anyway. Unfortunately he was
disappointed, since Mark's organ had taken such pounding already that day
he was forced to leave it alone, at least until later that evening.

"Fucking knock, next time." Mark caught the trousers as they were hurled
towards him. "Fuck they feels still damp."

"Wet you means!" Alfie giggled. "Wot d'you expect, they was only drying
under his bed on some old newspapers!"

"Fuck!" repeated Mark, who it seemed to Alfie had been seriously expecting
to take delivery of beautifully laundered trousers. "Thought they'd be
dry."

"Well if you hadn't wanked in 'em, they wouldn't have been in such a gert
mess and needed washing in the first place would `em?"

"Oh, fuck off!" Mark, having now unrolled the trousers could see that
whilst they looked a lot better, the spunk stain on the fly was still
fairly prominent and in general the material was very damp. "Now wot am I
gonna fucking do?"

"I just told you, stop wanking in 'em!" reaffirmed Alfie most unhelpfully,
before scooting out the door in the direction of the bathroom sink and
penile heaven.

"Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" bemoaned Mark, sitting down on the edge of the bed
to stare between the two pairs of unwearable trousers.

After many, many more utterances of the multi-purpose word, fuck, he
eventually decided what he must do, it was to be a clever two pronged
solution. Having all but destroyed Martin's spare trousers, he really
didn't want to destroy their friendship and knew he would have to grovel
and somehow offer to get him another pair. With regard to his own trousers,
surely the answer would be to iron them which, by all accounts would not
only dry them, but also make them look incredibly smart as well.

Desperate situations demanded desperate measures. Which in this case meant
whilst the battle of the shoes was heading towards it's screeching climax
in the living room, Mark was able to creep quietly downstairs into the
kitchen and appropriate the electric iron. The only minor drawback was that
he didn't have a clue how to iron anything, but it surely couldn't be that
difficult. Could it?

Plugging it in he waited expectantly for something to happen, it didn't
since it was set on minimum. Five minutes later and still only showing
minimal signs of heat he was already bored and wound the temperature
control up to about a third, sitting on the bed he pondered what he could
use to use as an ironing board. Waiting another five minutes made him even
more bored and vowed he would he never, ever iron anything if this it what
the process entailed. It was getting warmer but not by much.

"Ah, fuck this for a game of soldiers!" he finally declared, absolutely fed
up with the whole situation, he turned the control up to maximum. "Now
you'll get fucking hot!"

Perfused with the entire output of the nearest power station, the iron had
little choice but to do the decent thing and rapidly get hot. Too hot. In
fact it became far too hot, far too quickly, the smell of melting carpet
catching Mark's attention and ramming home the point that when not in use
an iron should never be left sitting on it's bottom. In his ignorance he
had left it poised on the finest, if not probably the cheapest man-made
bedroom carpet which admittedly had come with the house, nevertheless the
iron had easily melted is way through what was essentially a form of low
quality nylon pile.

"Oh fucking hell!" he exclaimed grabbing the iron and looking at the
triangular mark left in the carpet, he then addressed the iron. "Well you
fucking bastard I `spose at least now yer hot enough to do these fucking
trousers!"

This time he put the iron down so it stood vertically, the sole plate still
emitting an obnoxious smoke and looking distinctly the worse for it's
encounter with nylon carpet. But, where to iron the trousers? The only
option appeared to be on a couple of exposed floor boards that were
originally covered by a small built in cupboard which had been removed to
make room for when Alfie shared the room.

Showing an outstanding degree of forethought Mark reasoned since he had
never ironed anything and after what had just happened, it might just be an
idea to first iron the inside of the legs before attempting that which
showed. Kneeling down he laid the sacrificial trousers out on the floor he
approached and threatened them with the iron which was still throbbing away
on maximum heat. Plunging the hot iron onto the wet material had the effect
of producing a cloud of scalding steam, which instantly enveloped his hand
causing him to release the iron and withdraw it to the accompaniment of
many, many, more expletives.

After a few seconds of nursing his hand it dawned on him what many would
have seen at the outset. With the steam having condensed it revealed the
iron making quite an impression on the trouser leg in a distinctive
triangular singe. Luckily it was near the top of the trouser leg, but as
Mark saw to his horror it had deposited the residue of the carpet that had
been stuck to the bottom of the iron. It was indeed further confirmation
that desperate situations demanded a desperate measures and the situation
was now certainly desperate, verging on despair.

A steamy silence fell over the smouldering trousers. Suicide was one way
out, but was not ideal when he'd planned to devote the rest of his life to
serious self-abuse.

Having unplugged the iron before he damaged anything else, Mark was deep in
remedial thought, suddenly he sat up. There might just be another option if
only he could get away with wearing the singed trousers for just one more
day without his mother seeing them. First though it would be politically
expedient if he were to go and see Martin to explain what had happened to
the borrowed trousers. Delighted with his plan, which incidentally was of
the doomed, best laid plans of mice and men variety, he resolved to call on
Martin after the evening meal.




Since groping Martin earlier, Andy had been feeling incredibly randy and
could scarcely wait for tea to be over before rushing out to wait in the
car for him to appear. He didn't have long to wait and started the engine
as soon as he saw Martin approaching in the mirror, although what he didn't
see was that Mark was also hurrying towards the car.

"Right get in, lets go." said Andy on seeing the passenger door open.

"Just hang on," said Martin putting his head inside and pulling the
passenger seat forward to allow access to the rear, "`cause we got Mark as
well."

"Wot.. oh shit! Wot, he knows wot we's gonna do?" Andy looking across to
see Mark's jeans through the window, surely they weren't bulging already!

"D'you mind if I joins you?" asked Mark clambering into the rear seat, "I'd
only popped in to tell Mart about his trousers and he said you wanted to go
so I oughta come along for the ride."

"No, no, I `spose not." replied Andy, secretly delighted at the prospect of
handling Mark's wares.

"Yer just going for a ride then?" Mark looked around as they set off down
the road.

"A ride?" said Andy to Martin. "Oh, so you ain't told him?"

"Told him wot?" said Mark.

"Well no you bloody prick, `cause I only just saw him now didn't I?" Martin
turned to look behind. "Thing is Mark, we was just going out to have a
wank!"

"Wot!" he looked surprised, but quickly added, "Where too?"

"Dunno, I think Andy knows a gert car park or some place!" said Martin
looking at his brother.

"Yeah, it ain't too far and it might be alright." said Andy, glancing down
to see Martin's hand pushing on his fly. "Yer up already then?"

Martin leant forward and stared at Andy's jeans. "So's you!"

"And me!" came a voice from the back seat, plainly it was no time to be
modest!

"Mark, you don't have to do nothing, if you don't wants too," said Andy,
"you can just watch if you wants."

"Wot d'you mean, I don't have too?" Mark suddenly sat up and leant forward
between the front seats. "Don't be bloody stupid, course I wants to do it
with you!"

"Thank fuck for that!" sighed Martin. "So wot colour pants you got on
then?"

"Yer gonna have to unzip me to find out! But, I bet I knows wot colour you
got on!"

"Oh piss off!" Martin flushed, everybody knew it was white, it was always
white.

Knowing he wasn't actually wearing anything under his jeans Andy grinned
and shuffled on this seat. The fact he'd been brave enough to buy his own
coloured underpants and endure his mothers biting insults meant he would
never ever be embarrassed in having to wear schoolboy issue white Y-fronts
again.

"Sorry Mart, it's alright," said Mark putting a hand on his shoulder, "I
knows it's fucking embarrassing wearing 'em, to be honest it was all I had
till last term."

"Yeah I knows, but... well, just don't fucking go on about it.."

For Andy, getting to intimately know Martin's friends was exciting in the
extreme. In pride of place there was Adam constantly flitting across his
mind, who it seemed was always ready for sex in one form or the other. Now
there was the offer of furthering his friendship with Mark, a boy who
certainly appealed and it transpired had already been secretly masturbating
with Martin. Since Mark and Adam were the same age as his brother, he
didn't feel too guilty at joining in although deep down he knew he
shouldn't be getting involved with them at all.

If they weren't enough, there was one other boy who he would like to be
alone with and whilst he fully recognised that he shouldn't even be
contemplating anything of the sort his fantasies wouldn't stop. It was all
the more tantalising since he knew the younger boy in question had been
enthusiastically sexually active with both Martin and Mark. Besides which,
Andy was quite sure that Alfie would be more than happy to become involved
and was really only waiting for his invitation. So, having spectacularly
failed to put such thoughts out of his mind he couldn't help wondering what
it would be like to have the young mouth stretch wide to take the head of
his cock and swallow a full load of his hot spunk.

Feeling somewhat guilty over the real reason to have wanted to speak with
Martin, it seemed to Mark to be as good a time as any to relay news of the
disastrous state of the spare trousers. However, much to his relief the
news was readily accepted by Martin who obviously thought that the trousers
were pretty much on their last legs anyway and admitted he had been
surprised that Mark could squeeze into them in the first place! He
suggested if Mark returned them washed and semen free, then he might be
able to persuade his mother to resew the rear seam so they could be used in
an emergency.

So the journey continued, heading towards the very same car park at Blaise
Manor where Andy had so stupidly and painfully impaled himself on the
screwdriver. Mark and Martin were passing the time by making crude jokes
about what could happen when they arrived, whereas Andy had been driving on
auto-pilot deeply immersed in fantasies of his two younger companions. On
arriving at the park entrance he shook himself awake to face with the real
question of whether he dare try to get his dream enacted. The answer was
that had he only been there with Martin, then he probably would, but
wouldn't it be fantastic if Mark could be persuaded to join in.

"Cor, wot's this place then?" Mark looked around as they drove across an
almost deserted car park. "Ain't many people yer is there?"

"It was a sorta country estate place, but it belongs to the council now."
said Martin.

"Yeah, well it does get busy, but this carpark usually don't, `cause it
really just sorta does for the sorta pretty garden bits," said Andy now
heading for the same spot in the corner beneath the tall hedge he had
parked in before, "see there's another entrance with a gert carpark that's
right by the playing fields and all that stuff, so that's where most of 'em
go innit Mart?"

"Yeah," Martin nodded, "that's where we used to go to play football when we
was younger and dad brought us."

"So uumm..." Mark's cock was again painfully erect, "so.. wot we gonna do
then?"

"Uumm.." Martin looked at Andy, wondering who should take the lead.

Andy was beginning to wish he had worn some underpants, the end of his cock
was already slimy and pressing uncomfortably on the inside of his
jeans. "Well, the first thing is whatever we do is gonna be with me door
open so it don't look like we're doing something we shouldn't!"

"That's clever." said Martin unaware that originally it had been Adam's
suggestion.

"Yeah, so Mart, if I sits here and Mark stands by me door, can you go over
there somewhere," he said waving a hand in the general direction, "and
wander around to see what you can see. Like, could you see if Mark had his
cock out when he's standing next to me and hidden behind the door, d'you
see wot I means?"

"Cor, you've really thought this through ain't you?" Martin was impressed
and more than happy to oblige to avoid being caught. "Right, I'll sorta
wander about a bit then, where them other couple of cars is parked, don't
seem to be nobody in `em."

"You got it." said Andy.

"Wot d'you really want me to get me cock out, now then?"

Mark was rather surprised not only at the speed of events, but also that as
yet he had not been physically intimate with Andy, only verbally.

"Well just pretend for the minute, `cause if Mart can't see nothing then
it'll be safe won't it, `cause it's the only fucking direction we can be
seen from innit?"

"Yeah, I `spose so." said Mark not feeling entirely at ease with him being
the only one to expose himself, "so if I gets mine out, you gonna get yours
out?"

"Yeah, course, I `spose." said Andy suddenly realising why Mark was being
hesitant.

"Good, `cause I mean, we ain't never done nothing have we, we've only sorta
talked about wanking and that and, and.. well yer a bit older ain't you?"

"Oh, I see wot you mean." Andy looked up, the reference to his age hitting
the target and his conscience. "Sorry, didn't mean to push you.. if you
don't wanna do nothing, just say.. I.. just, I just thought you did?"

"Mark, look Andy knows we've done things," said Martin, "so I guess he's a
bit over excited and can't wait!"

"Fuck!" replied Andy, it was far nearer the truth than Martin
thought. "Now, lets get on with it, Martin get out and go over then, so he
can try standing by me door."

As Martin wandered off, Mark walked round to stand by Andy behind the open
door.

"You really alright doing this?" asked Andy looking up from his seat, well
aware he was loosing all self-control and having great difficulty in
keeping his hands off him.

"Yeah, why not, it's a gert laugh innit?" Mark smiled. "Sorry about that
just now, but it was just that.. well, we ain't done nothing before have we
and I didn't want just get me cock out in the middle of a fucking carpark
if nobody was gonna join me!"

"I understand, uumm... `spose. ." Andy looked longingly at Mark's jeans, it
wasn't too difficult to conclude that Mark had an erection. "`spose you
stands a bit closer, we could have a practice!"

"Practice, I dunno wot you mean." replied Mark with a very knowing look in
his eye, he moved so close there was only a couple of inches between them.

"Uumm..." Andy was oozing precum, his fingers were twitching, yet his
conscience was preventing him putting a hand on Mark.

"Go on, put yer hand on it give us a squeeze!" said Mark pushing himself
forward.

"Oh fuck!"

Unable to resist Andy immediately did as he told, even with his trembling
hand he could tell something was very hard inside Mark's jeans.

"You been wanting to do that since we first met ain't you?" said Mark. "I
knows."

"How d'you know?" Andy looked very flushed, his secret no longer a
secret. "How?"

"Yer always looking at me trousers and you keeps dropping hints about
wanking, I did wonder if you was a little bit queer, but I wouldn't mind if
you was!" Mark winked and continued casually. "Course, then there's Alf and
I knows you can't keep yer eyes off him especially when he plays with
himself though his little shorts!"

"Oh no! Oh fuck.." Andy looked pale, "but, but I wouldn't do
anything... he's only..."

"He's only twelve," Mark completed the sentence, "and after sharing me
bedroom with him, I knows he wanks all the time and that he can't half
suck!"

"Suck!" gasped Andy, for the second time that afternoon imagining the same
scene.

"Now, course I knows you wouldn't do anything, so don't worry `cause I
ain't saying nothing to him." he'd already noticed the wet spot on Andy's
jeans. "He's gotta nice little willy, I reckon he'd love to wank with you,
might even suck as well I reckon!"

"He would suck me? A nice little willy?" mumbled Andy.

"I'm sure he would, he thinks yer great and that the sun shines out of yer
backside!"

"He does?"

"Yeah, he really does." Mark leant over and whispered. "D'you want me to
ask him for you? I'm bloody sure he'd do it, course we wouldn't need to
tell Mart would we?"

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