The Apprentice
by and © N Fourbois
Chapter 13
Kieran unlocked the front door of his house and shouted out
"We're back."
"We're in the kitchen," came back the call from Eric. The boys made their way there and found Eric and Julian in brief shorts, and probably little else. "Come and meet Julian."
"My, Eric, you didn't tell me you were keeping two young beauties to yourself. I'm feeling quite jealous. Now do introduce me."
"I don't tell you all my secrets. You know my nephew, Kieran." Julian hugged him and Kieran could now feel he was not wearing much under the shorts. "And this is his friend, Orlando." This time Julian offered his hand and as Orlando took it he felt Julian's finger stroke his palm. He stroked Julian's in return, which in a Pavlovian reaction caused him to put his left hand up between Orlando's legs and gently feel his balls. Orlando was not slow in responding in like manner and the ritual formed the bond.
"Obviously a very well brought up young man," responded Julian, sounding like his namesake, Julian Clary. Kieran just stood there, wide eyed and unable to react.
Eventually he took Orlando up to his room so that he could stow his backpack away. Kieran threw off his tee shirt revealing the tight tanktop he was wearing underneath.
"Wow!" cooed Orlando . "Do I like that!" and he went up to Kieran and circled his erect nipples with his forefinger. Then, making for Kieran's bare midriff, he slowly ran his finger round his belly button. Kieran said it tickled in a funny way. "I'll make it feel even better for you. Go and lie on the bed." Orlando knelt beside the bed and dribbled some saliva into Kieran's belly button and immediately began to lick it out with the tip of his tongue. Kieran hardly felt it, but despite that he did feel little ripple of pleasure spread out across his body and it gave him an erection. When he had finished, Orlando took a tissue and dried Kieran's navel. "It's even nicer if you use spunk instead of spit," and at that Kieran's stiffie twitched.
Orlando carefully took the red rose from the side pocket and re-presented it with another kiss.
"We'd better put this into some water before the petals begin to droop. I feel so honoured. This is the first time a boy has given me flowers, or anyone, come to think of it."
He carried the rose downstairs and Julian was quick to spot it and the tanktop.
"My, he is a very well brought up young man," he repeated stressing the 'is'. "Just adore that tanktop... and the innie. Mmm, nice waistline. Heavenly!"
"Hey, come along, Jules," protested Eric. "I'm beginning to feel neglected."
"Oh, the little green eyed monster," squealed Julian and got up, walked across to Eric and kissed him on the lips, not neglecting to give his balls a gentle feel. "And do you know the meaning of a single red rose?"
"You want my body?" answered Kieran facetiously.
"Close, dear. It means 'I love you'." Kieran coloured up. It dawned on him that anything and everything was possible that weekend.
"Tea, everybody?" screeched Eric in an unexpectedly camp voice.
"Yes, please," came the instant replies. Eric made the tea just as he'd instructed Kieran to and all four settled in the living room to get to know one another.
"Would you two young things like anything to nibble?" asked Eric, obviously playing up to Julian in his choice of words, who behaved himself by suppressing a giggle.
"No, thanks," said Kieran. "We've just been to Burger Star."
"What have you got planned for the weekend?"
"We haven't got round to discussing it yet," said Orlando, "but I'm sure we'll think of something," he added tartily.
"Don't forget, Kieran," said Eric "that we've got this lesson on Sunday on how to prepare a roast dinner and we need some guinea pigs to try it out on."
"Ooh, roast guinea pig. My favourite," cooed Julian.
"I haven't got round to warning Orlando yet," Kieran said.
"What we need to discuss is whether we prepare Sunday lunch or Sunday dinner."
"Lunch I vote," said Julian. "We might have something planned for the evening."
"Are you thinking of anything in particular?" asked Kieran, tongue in cheek (his own).
"Of course," countered Julian. "You two boys are probably too young to realise that sex on a full stomach is not a good idea. The stomach makes demands on the blood supply that is needed elsewhere," and he pouted.
Orlando sat there, sipping his tea and weighing Julian up or, more precisely, sizing him up. Julian was camp. You didn't need gaydar to tell you that. That amused Orlando. Of course he'd met the type in Domino's, noisy extroverts that he seated away from the rest of the customers - or next to customers that he found annoying. He must be the same age as Eric and they seemed well matched, albeit opposites. Was he good looking? Yes, decided Orlando, but not his type. Long slim legs with a trace of hair. Waxed or shaved? Not the slightest trace of hair on the upper body until you reached the armpits, then only wisps. Quite a nice handful between his legs, as he had already discovered. Hair short, but tousled and of undefined fair colour, certainly not blond. Pleasant face which he could keep in neutral or quickly activate to provide an expression befitting the moment.
The other three chortled at Julian's remark about where and when the body needed blood. The banter went on until Eric announced that he and Julian had had a particularly hard week at work and needed an early night.
"We'll also need to sleep in tomorrow morning and so don't wait breakfast for us." They carried some tea things into the kitchen and the boys brought the rest and did the washing up while Eric and Julian said good night.
Kieran and Orlando went back into the living room and sat together on the sofa. A CD was playing quietly in the background. Eric must have arranged the mood music before he and his guest retired to the blue room.
"So what do you want do, Orlando?"
"What about swimming in the morning?"
"Fine, but I really meant now."
"Oh, now. In that case I'd like to take your clothes off slowly and discover the secrets of your body."
"Oh, that's all right. I thought you said you wanted to take my clothes off while I took yours off."
"I did."
"But you'll have to get me in the right mood first."
"How do I do that?"
"How about finishing off what you started in the alley?"
"What? Like this?"
"Mmm, something like that," said Kieran as he came up for breath after the first kiss. "Look, you've made me go all hard now."
"Mmm, so I have," said Orlando after inspecting Kieran's crotch. "I wonder what made that happen." Kieran bent down and removed his shoes and socks. Orlando took the hint and did likewise, then he gently laid Kieran along the length of the sofa, lifted his legs across his lap and leaned over his upper body to give him another kiss with increased passion and tongue. Kieran was impressed with his partner's expertise and readily gave into him, allowing it to dictate the pace. They soon grew uncomfortable and Kieran whispered
"I think it's time for bed." He took Orlando by the hand and led him all over the house while he checked that everything was secure and he put the lights out. Finally only the landing light remained on. A faint glow could be seen under the door of the blue room and in their hurry to retire they ignored the slow creaking of bedsprings emanating from behind it.
"Can I take a shower?" asked Orlando.
"Like to leave it till the morning?" asked Kieran in reply. "I find the scent of your body such a turn on. I don't want to smell soap." While Orlando was having a pee, Kieran checked round his bedroom. Tissues handy on both sides of the bed, jonnies and lube, probably not needed, but there just in case. He'd placed the red rose in its vase on top of the tallboy. Kieran went to empty his bladder. One thing Eric had impressed on him was to relieve undue pressure on the mechanics of the waterworks before sex, even if it was only a quick wank. After shaking off, Kieran ran some warm water in the basin and gave his tool a thorough washing, making particularly sure that the underside of his foreskin was clean. He admitted to himself that he did know where this evening's activities, or even the following morning's, would lead. Jerking off and sucking lay within the sphere of his attainment, but any advance on that would be an adventure into the unknown, one, however, which he was more than willing to undertake. If the circumstances were right, he would even make his hole available to Orlando, despite Eric's advice about the first date. After such a beginning to their relationship he had no reservations, his conscience had been eclipsed by his libido and any sense of risk diminished.
Having a pee had temporarily reduced the desire and so they lay on the bed together with an arm round each other.
"So, Orlando, I've told you my life story. What about yours?"
"Well, I live with my parents. They're on the elderly side to have a son my age. They found it hard to accept when I came out, but at least my father didn't sling me out. Relationships can be rather strained and I'm not encouraged to bring any friends home in case they might be h-o-m-o-s-e-x-u-a-l," he spelt. "Consequently they don't really care whether I'm home or not. In fact things are easier all round when I'm not. I left school last summer and I am going to university next October. I was going to go abroad for a gap year, but funds suddenly dried up when I came out. 'I'm not paying for you to go round the world enjoying yourself and getting up to your dirty little tricks.' At the same time I realised that funding my university course might therefore become difficult. That's why I got the job at Domino's. Not the world's best paid, but the tips aren't bad and at least it's not McD's. I now have some money in the bank towards my course."
"You haven't had a boyfriend?"
"I wouldn't call them boyfriends, just kids I've had fun with. That's basically how I was outed. I was at a friend's house, we got caught having a quiet snog - we hadn't even got our trousers off - his mum rang mine to take me home and things went downhill from there. Once I'd left school I no longer had any sympathetic friends. All work and no play were making Orlando a dull boy and I decided to do something about it. I played the wild card on Monday and when was it? Wednesday? Beginner's luck and I'd won the jackpot."
"So what sort of things have you done?"
"Much the same as you, Kieran. Snogged, jerked off, BJs, but I've never gone all the way."
"Are you ready to do something now?" Kieran placed Orlando's hand over his crotch and he could feel he was already half hard.
"What did we say? We'd start where we left off in that alley?"
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