Date: Wed, 28 Jan 2015 17:28:32 +0000
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: The Lab Technician  Chapter 9

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 9 – Third time lucky

"So when did mum buy you them then?" Martin pointed to Andy's new briefs,
now thoroughly twisted around his ankles.

"Uumm.." Andy looked down, he couldn't admit that they were given to him by
his superior at work, "I, I bought them."

"Wot, you were brave enough to go in a shop and buy `em?" Martin sounded
incredulous. "Where, wot shop then? Why?"

"C and A." he replied, being the first shop that came into his mind .

"Bloody hell, wasn't it embarrassing to buy yer own pants with some woman
on the till?" asked Martin. "I think they're great, but why d'you do it.?"

"They're.. uumm.. they're nice to wear.." stuttered Andy, rather stuck for
an answer.

"Wot you mean is they gives you a hard on!" Martin grinned. "They do don't
they?"

Andy blushed. "I `spose."

"They've given me a hard on just looking at 'em!" said Adam having pushed
his head between Andy's legs in an effort to see the label. "Cor smart,
well they're from BHS not C and A."

"Oh shit, not BHS? Sorry... C and A, so they was..."

"So has mum seen 'em then?"

"No.. no.. she hasn't." flustered he had to think quickly.

"Apart from being half the size of yer Y-fronts, they're all soaked with
cum! Bloody hell Andy, wot's she gonna say?" Martin pulled a face. "You
know wot she's like over the bloody washing, she counts the dirty socks
every night to see they're all there!"

"I know, but I can't really put 'em in the wash now can I?" he sounded a
bit lost.

"No you bloody can't!" Martin stared at them longingly. "Look, you're gonna
have to put something in the laundry basket tonight or she'll hold a bloody
inquest as to why yer pants is missing!"

"Is she really that bad?" asked Adam, amazed that anybody could take that
amount of interest in dirty washing. "My mum ain't fussed as long as I got
enough clean clothes and that."

"Bloody right she is!" said Martin. "I'm surprised she ain't labelled 'em
with the days of the week to wear `em!"

"Oh she's alright really, `cept she's a fucking fanatic when it comes to
doing the bloody laundry." said Andy. "You saw it all neatly piled up in
the kitchen didn't you?"

"Yeah, yer right, she certainly irons yer pants nicely!" Adam grinned.

"Fuck off!" said Martin laughing. "Sometimes she puts a crease in 'em that
nearly cuts me balls off!"

"Never mind that, wot the fuck can I do?" from his voice desperation was
setting in.

"Well I know wot I can do," said Adam glanced again at the wet briefs,
"I'll swop, you can wear me Y-fronts home, I'll wear yours and get 'em
washed out for you."

"Oh!"

Andy went quiet and looked down, then across to where Adam's briefs were
lying in the corner. Doubtless it was the only logical thing to do if he
wanted to avoid an embarrassing conversation with his mother. Reluctantly
he began to kick his own briefs off but, on glancing across to Adam he
realised the consolation was that he was going to be wearing Adam's
underpants. And, could do all night if he wanted.

"Don't go wanking too much in 'em will you?" said Adam trying not to laugh,
almost as though he had read his mind. "They ain't new, so they ain't as
absorbent as they used to be!"

"Wot.. wot d'you mean!"

Andy went scarlet and Martin started to laugh. "You'll be wanking again
later then?"

"Fuck off!"

"I don't mind me pants being covered in yer spunk," said Adam, "but, d'you
think it would be a good idea if you washed your cock and that before you
see yer mum, else she's gonna smell a rat!"

"Ain't no rat she'd be smelling," Martin was still laughing at his brothers
obvious embarrassment, "Andy you stinks of spunk!"

"Fuck!" Andy looked down, there was no escaping the fact he was absolutely
covered in semen from the waist down as the inescapable aroma confirmed.

"Go and stand in the sea and wash it off a bit." suggested Adam.

"I ain't going in that," he said pointed to the grey water, "it's bloody
cold and I might catch something!"

"Well you'd better do something `cause if we can smell you, then mum's
gonna smell you from a mile off!" said Martin, sniffing as he did so.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" repeated Andy angrily.

"We'll do that another day." Adam grinned watching the expressions on their
faces as he said it.

"We will? You joking?" asked Martin not sure if had heard correctly.

"Why not, you want to don't you?"

"I `spose.."

Martin nodded, although unsure exactly what he was agreeing to. Andy
gulped, would Adam fuck him or would he fuck Adam? In truth he didn't have
much of a clue as to what the mechanics of fucking between two boys was all
about anyway!

"Andy look, there's a public bog down the prom a bit towards the pier and I
ain't seen nobody going in it," said Adam with a tone of voice that implied
he was taking charge, "so why don't you get in there and wash some of the
spunk off, I `spect there'll be some paper towels or something."

"Yeah, alright." replied Andy meekly starting to get up and walk from the
windbreak.

"Andy," called out Martin, "for fucks sake, don't forget to put on yer
clothes!"

"Oh shit! I'm not thinking very well."

"I can see that, now bloody calm down and go and have that wash, you'll
feel much better."

"You'll need these." Adam held out his underpants.

Plainly disconcerted after the intense sexual activity, that coupled with
being obsessed with Adam over for the last few days, he slowly began to get
dressed.

"Do they fit?" asked Adam eagerly watching as Andy struggled to keep his
cock from escaping the worn elastic .

"Hhmm.. think so."

Despite having been naked with Martin and Adam, he was surprised at how
embarrassed he suddenly felt when wearing Adam's briefs.

"They feel nice then?" Adam winked at Martin, noticing the fly was bulging
lewdly.

"Fuck off, you fucking know they do." he said looking around for his jeans.

Martin was very impressed by the size of the bulge, it seemed underpants
greatly enhanced the size of the things! "And, don't cum in 'em before you
gets home!"

"Fuck off!" flushed with embarrassment Andy still managed a grin. "I'll try
not to."




Contrary to what he had been led to expect, Tim was very disappointed at
what the public toilets had to offer. In the main town they hadn't been
particularly clean and had remained empty despite him hanging around for a
few minutes in the hope of making some contact. Undoubtedly the second
toilet at the start of the promenade was far cleaner, but very
unfortunately appeared to be inhabited by a scruffy middle aged man in
grubby jeans who stank of tobacco and couldn't stop playing with
himself. Tim, having concluded his journey had been pretty futile sounded
annoyed when he told him in no uncertain terms that he looked the epitome
of the stereotype dirty old man who hung around toilets and was giving
homosexuals a bad name!

Thinking of heading back to the car park, he looked up the promenade to see
the third toilet several hundred yards away and wondered whether it was
even worth the walk since the beach and sea front appeared quite deserted
at that point. Common sense told him that since he had made the journey and
endured the perils of the first two toilets that he should really at least
visit the third even if it did prove to be as fruitless as the others.

Andy was in a world of his own. It was a world in which he was consumed by
dreadful thoughts of being classed as homosexual, yet such thoughts were
intertwined with erotic fantasies centring on Adam and Martin. How could
his mind be in two places at once, what was right and what was wrong?

The awkward questions raised by those thoughts were being constantly put to
the back of his mind to be faced later. Was he wrong to lust after Adam?
Was he wrong to lust after his younger brother? Would Adam initiate him
into the dark secrets of anal sex? Was he jealous of Martin and Adam being
the same age? How or even should he, express his feelings towards
Adam. Would Martin be jealous if he did?  How was he going to physically
express those feelings even if he dared anyway?

It was an unending train of questions which he didn't really want to
confront. There was only one he could counter, the fact he was incredibly
embarrassed at being so sexually naive when Adam, the much younger boy
seemed to have already enjoyed every possible sexual pleasure there was.

Tim having made the effort and walked up the promenade to peer inside the
toilet building thought at first the building empty and was about to leave
when he heard water running. Oddly, he was excited by the noise and moved
quietly around the main partition to catch sight of a row of four
washbasins partially screened from the main entrance with the back of a
youth who was maybe eighteen or so, standing in front one of the middle
basins. Aware that there were not that many younger people who cruised
public toilets and that in all probability the youth was simply using the
toilet for it's designated purpose, Tim was pleased that at least there was
somebody there other than the ubiquitous, importuning, seedy toilet
dweller. Typically there was no mirror above the basins, so when Tim moved
quietly towards the row of urinals behind the youth didn't seem to realise
he was there and continued to splash in the basin whilst apparently deeply
absorbed by his own thoughts.

Even Tim surprised himself when on reaching inside his new briefs to pull
his cock out to urinate he found it was almost hard. Concluding it was best
to leave it where it was should the youth catch sight of it and be scared
off, Tim refastened his fly and moved to the basins on the pretext of
washing his hands. Unable to resist looking at his new neighbour he was
astounded to see the jeans were totally unfastened and wide open, with the
front of a pair of white briefs pulled outwards to expose a distinctly red
and sore looking erection. The other hand was engaged in what appeared to
be trying to wash, what to Tim's experienced eye looked like an enormous
quantity of semen from around the genitals. Although in truth, the flopping
handfuls of water around was doing little other than making both briefs and
jeans soaking wet.

Even now standing next to him it didn't appear to Tim that he had been
noticed and so he jumped straight in to ask the obvious question. "Had an
accident then?"

"Yeah... wot! Fuck! Fuck off!" exclaimed the youth looking wildly around in
surprise. "Fucking hell, who the fuck are you?"

Andy had abruptly come back to life, albeit still in a very confused
state. In his uncoordinated state of panic he released the waistband of his
briefs which immediately snapped back to his stomach catching the
incandescent head of his cock as it did so. Shrieking in pain he grabbed at
it with both hands in order to assuage the stinging sensation and hopped
around on the spot as his jeans slowly descended to the his ankles.

"Bloody hell!" said Tim watching in amazement as Adam's white legs replete
with the baggy briefs were given centre stage, "Sorry, I didn't mean to
startle you. Are you alright?"

"Fuck, I don't know! I.. I.. oh fuck!"

Oblivious to the fact his jeans had fallen down, all Andy knew was that he
was preoccupied with his aching cock which after the mornings frenetic
activity not only felt as though it were rubbed raw, but now smarted from
being caught with the elastic. Indeed, it really was the only certain thing
he did know at that moment in time other than that he should try and
conceal it behind his hands from the stranger.

"Shall we get you outside in the sunshine and tidy you up?"

Tim didn't know why, but it seemed that there was more to whatever it was
that had brought Andy into the toilet and he now felt concerned that he had
inadvertently caused the situation to become worse.

"Don't know." replied Andy in a very weak voice continuing to look down
while fiddling with the wet briefs in an effort to contain his ever present
erection.

"Well, uumm... lets..." Tim paused, without some positive response he
wasn't sure what to do and most definitely didn't want to be found with a
partially dressed minor in a public toilet, "look, I you should fasten
jeans up before somebody comes in."

"Oh, should I?" at least it was a response, even if not that
enthusiastic. "Why?"

"Yes you really do."

Finally on realising the move would also cover his embarrassment Andy
looked at Tim who smiled reassuringly back. With both hands still hiding
his cock he began to shuffle back from the basin whilst trying to avoid the
puddle of water he had made earlier on the floor. Tim had a premonition of
what was going to happen next and was about to offer a word of warning when
Andy stepped backwards trailing his jeans through the water covering the
floor.

To say from Andy's point of view that the last few days had been the most
testing time of his life was something of an understatement.

Only a couple of weeks earlier he had been more or less content in his own
world, even if it were dominated by third-year school boy fantasies and the
resulting serial masturbation. Now however, with the advent of Adam in his
life and ensuing infatuation his world had been turned upside down. Plus,
there was the developing sexual relationship with his younger brother and
even that was compounded by the fact that Adam was Martin's best friend
with the possibility a sexual liaison as well.

Added to all that, he'd also told Peter about his feelings and the fear of
whether he was homosexual or not. Overall it didn't feel as though his mind
had a moments rest since Adam had appeared and he was, quite understandably
emotionally worn out by it all. Worn out physically as well, having
masturbated incessantly with fantasies of Adam since his arrival, then the
strenuous sexual events of that very morning had seen to it that he had
virtually ejaculated to a standstill. Not just a standstill either, the
fact was after several days with an erection his cock really badly ached
and felt incredibly sore to the touch.

Thus, after all that had gone before the humiliation of his jeans falling
down was just too much to bear. Andy's body reacted in the only way it
could, the safety valve was tripped, he burst into tears and fell against
Tim.

Tim was distinctly taken aback and it took him a few seconds to realise
what had happened and what should happen before anybody else came into the
toilet.

"Now let go of me and hold onto the basin," said Tim firmly, hoping a
strong lead might return Andy to the real world, "come on, now hold onto
the bloody thing!"

"I can't.. I can't.." moaned Andy in despair.

"You bloody well can!" said Tim removing the hands from his shoulders and
placing them on the basin. "You've got to. If the police come in now and
find us like this we'll both end up in fucking prison!"

"Wot?"

"Just hold the bloody basin while I get your jeans up, then we're going
outside." replied Tim frantically struggling to pull the wet jeans up in
one movement.

With dire thoughts of the long arm of the law entering the building at any
moment to catch him with a partially dressed under age boy, Tim found the
experience more than just a little fraught. However, having succeeded in
getting Andy's jeans up, even if not fully fastened he frogmarched him out
of the toilet into the sunlight and sat him down on the stone wall a few
yards away from the toilet overlooking the promenade.

"Right," Tim sighed as he sat down himself, thinking he deserved some sort
of explanation for risking his freedom in exchange for the prospect of a
penal colony, "now, are you going to tell me what this is all about?"

The fresh air and sunlight were having a positive effect on Andy, who even
if he still looked pretty awful was slowly gathering his thoughts on what
had happened.

"You don't have to say anything, but it would be nice to know," Tim smiled,
"and, well, somehow I just get the feeling it might help you as well."

"I'm all fucked up." mumbled Andy looking at the ground and scuffing his
feet. "You don't have to stay, but thanks for getting me out of there. I
don't know wot I'm fucking doing at the minute."

"I'll stay for a minute or two, just make sure you're alright. My names
Tim, what's yours?"

"Andy." he replied looking up very sheepishly. "Didn't mean to get you into
trouble or nothing, wot was all that stuff about the police you was on
about?"

"Oh," Tim paused, then thought he might as well tell it as it was, "the
police check on public toilets in the hope of catching homosexuals doing
something, but if they catch a man with somebody under twenty-one then they
think they've hit the jackpot."

"Bloody hell! I didn't know that, but I can now see why you was worried."
Andy continued to scuff his feet. "Only another few months and I'll be
twenty one meself."

"Oh.. but I thought.." Tim was really surprised.

"Yeah, I knows wot you thought, you thought I was like seventeen, eighteen
didn't you?" it was the first time Andy had made eye contact.

"Uumm.. well, to be honest, yes."

"That's wot everybody thinks and I reckon that's wot Adam thinks as well."

"Adam?" enquired Tim, wondering if the revelations were about to start.

Andy didn't reply to the question instead after a few moments he suddenly
straightened up and looked directly at Tim. "So, you ain't queer is you?
Is, is that's how you knows about the police and toilets and that, `cause
you're a queer?"

"Yes I am."

"Oh fucking hell!" Andy visibly flinched and drew back. It wasn't the
answer he was expecting as Tim looked like any other young man. "Wot!
You're a fucking queer? You don't look like a queer!"

"What's a queer supposed to look like then?" Tim smiled.

"Well... uumm.. oh fuck I don't know!" Andy looked at him blankly. "Sorry,
didn't mean to... oh fuck.. well you know.."

"Listen, I may be queer, but I don't go around propositioning or attacking
every bloke I meet." said Tim racking his brains to try to think of some
way to get the point over. "If you only think of queers as smelly old men
in long macs preying on little boys you'd be totally wrong. I can't pretend
there aren't some like that, but most are ordinary men, well, like me who
just enjoy male company."

"I `spose, sorta see wot you mean."

Andy visibly relaxed somewhat, impressed with himself that he was actually
talking with a homosexual and wasn't scared despite the dire schoolboy type
rumours he'd heard about them. Tim looked like anybody else, he didn't
sound different and he certainly wasn't camp in his mannerisms, in fact if
he hadn't said anything Andy would have been none the wiser.

"Look Andy, you've been out with girls and whilst you might have been
desperate to get your leg over, you wouldn't force one would you?"

"Uumm.. wot.. oh girls.."

At the mere mention of girls Andy flushed and looked rather embarrassed. It
was a subject his mother often alluded to by suggesting he should find a
nice girlfriend.

"Right, of course you wouldn't," continued Tim, "and, that applies just as
much to men who like men as it does to men who like women."

Andy swallowed and said nothing whilst continuing to look even more
embarrassed.

It was the pivotal moment in their meeting. Tim had instantly picked up on
the fact that Andy had either tried to have his evil way with a girl or it
was far more likely that he had never been out with one.

"To be honest I've only ever been out with one girl and it was a total
bloody disaster," Tim smiled as he said it, "I'll bet you've been out with
a few haven't you?"

Andy could now feel his face burning with embarrassment, he looked down at
his feet not sure how to respond, other than that he'd run a mile if a girl
came close.

"You haven't been out with a girl ever, have you?" said Tim quietly. "One
of the things about being homosexual is you can sense when somebody thinks
in the same way."

"You can?" mumbled Andy, eyes tightly closed. "Fuck! Fuck!"

"Have I come close to the root of the problem?"

"Yes." the eyes remaining closed. "Fuck it. Fuck it all!"

"D'you want to talk about it? You don't have to, I'll just go away if you
want."

"Yes... I mean, I mean.. I'd like to talk about it." he opened his eyes,
there were tears in the corners, "you seem... well, you seem
alright.. think I'd trust you. I need to talk about it."

Andy knew he desperately had to talk to somebody about Adam and the sooner
the better, especially since he was only a couple of hundred yards away on
the beach. Even though Tim was a complete stranger he appeared to Andy to
be very genuine and concerned, besides he reasoned with Tim being
homosexual then he might well understand what Andy was going though.

"I think I'd trust you as well." Tim smiled, then removed his glasses and
began polishing them on his shirt as he spoke. "Listen, you don't know me
and I don't know you, but I will promise that anything you tell me won't be
repeated. And, if it helps to know you aren't the first and certainly will
never be the last to question their sexuality. I went through it all when I
was about ten or eleven and decided then my interest was in boys not
girls."



"Wonder how Andy's getting on in that bog with his washing?"

"Dunno, I `spect he's alright, he's big boy now `cause he's even got his
own toothbrush!" Martin laughed. "Shall we wander up in a sec and see wot
he's doing?"

"Yeah." Adam grinned. "You don't think he's in there wanking do you?"

"Might be," Martin returned the grin, "I've heard him doing an awful
fucking lot of practice these last few nights!"

"Wot, you can hear him?"

"If I puts me ear to the wall, yes!"

"That's disgusting," Adam paused and grinned again, "d'you join him then,
like when yer listening in bed?"

"How d'you know that!" Martin blushed. "Wouldn't you?"

"Course I would, probably go in and watch him as well!"

"He's a bit shy mind, don't always like showing his cock."

"Whys that?"

"Dunno really." replied Martin, intent on keeping his brothers secret as he
had promised. "Anyway, you nearly dressed and ready for a trip up to that
bog then?"

"Yeah, as ready as I'll ever be." Adam patted the front of his new
shorts. "Just fits!"

"Let's go then." said Martin pulling up the zip of his shorts, "Bloody hell
Adam how did you get into these, they're only just big enough for me?"

"With difficultly, they were last year's and I think I must have put on
some weight." replied Adam pushing Andy's small, wet, sticky briefs to the
bottom of his bag,

"It's all them fucking chips you eat innit, I've seen you load yer plate up
at school."

"Piss off!" said Adam reaching down to adjust the legs of his shorts. "I'm
gonna have some trouble keeping me cock inside these without me pants on."

"Well you wanted to swop with him and give yer pants away"

"Yeah alright, but don't tell me you weren't tempted either, I saw you
looking at 'em all covered in spunk."

"Agreed, but I can nip in his room anytime and pinch 'em if I want, he
won't know."

"He will if you wanks in 'em!"

"Would I!"

"Well I'm going to later on when I gets home!" Adam grinned and looked down
to see the left leg of his shorts bulging ominously. "Shit Mart, I'm going
all hard again, I'll never hide it will I?"

"Going hard! We've ain't never gone soft!" Martin laughed and walked over
to slowly kneel down in front of Adam to look longingly at the bulge.

"Wot you doing now?" asked Adam quickly. "Piss off before you make it any
worse."

"I'm gonna do wot you taught me." said Martin suddenly reaching up the leg
of the shorts and pulling the head of Adam's cock into view.

"No... no... Mart, no... no... stop it... oh fucking hell..no... oohhhh!"

Adam's objections quickly turned to laughter as Martin deftly pushed the
foreskin back and leant forward to take the head in his mouth.

"Oh sod it!" Adam took a deep breath. "Well don't stop now, keep
going... oh shit! Don't stop, I might manage it again!"


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Chap 10 to follow