The Apprentice
by and © N Fourbois
Chapter 14
Orlando got Kieran to lean against the wall. He put his arms round his waist and his hands on his butt cheeks and told Kieran to do the same to him. They pulled in and immediately felt that the other was hard as they did so. It encouraged them to grind their packages together. Kieran could already feel the dampness in his thong as he oozed precum. He had never suffered any supply shortage in that area. Their lips met and straightaway there ensued a battle for supremacy as their tongues fought to enter the other's mouth. Kieran's whole body took on a heightened, fuzzy, electric sensation. He had kissed other boys, but never experienced this feeling before. Previously the thrill had been centred on his genitals; this time it engulfed his entire frame. He hoped Orlando was feeling the same. Orlando was squeezing the sparse flesh on Kieran's buns. Finally they had to break for air. He looked at Kieran. His face was florid, the blood evidently coursing round his body. They looked each other in the eyes, difficult to focus at such closeness, and grinned. Orlando licked his lips to savour the taste of Kieran. They locked lips again, neither giving any quarter, until he felt Orlando's hands sliding up inside his tanktop. He broke the kiss and before Kieran knew what was happening, Orlando had whipped the top off over his head and was applying his lips and tongue to his left nipple. The ecstasy just continued to rise in Kieran who tried to unbutton Orlando's shirt, but with limited success. Orlando helped him, then slipped the white shirt over his shoulders and let it hang from the waistband of his trousers. They had reached a natural break.
Breathing heavily Orlando said "All right, Kieran?" Kieran nodded and smiled, at the same time letting out a long breath. He never knew that another boy's body could give such pleasure.
"Let's get on the bed." Orlando pulled his shirt out and threw it onto a chair. Kieran pulled back the duvet halfway and they both jumped onto the bed. You would not think that this was two boys in the throes of love for what ensued was a wrestling match so competitive as each was trying to gain superiority by climbing on top of the other and pinning his opponent to the bed. No apprenticeship could have prepared Kieran for this. At the moment Orlando was gaining the upper hand. As a diversionary tactic Kieran groped for Orlando's zip, found it and pulled it down. Orlando tried the same, but under the stress of the grappling he could not deal with the buttons on Kieran's 501s and that momentary lapse of concentration allowed Kieran to straddle his partner and pin his whole body to the bed. They savoured the meeting of their packages, wriggling together. Their lips met again, locked in another minor skirmish until Orlando said
"Okay, stop. I give in. You'll make me shoot in my trousers, if you go on." Kieran relaxed, but didn't entirely release his friend. He rolled over so that they were lying on their sides, smiling and laughing and looking into the other's eyes. Their heartbeats decreased, the pressure in the trousers relaxed. For the moment they were happy just to lie there, enjoy each other's company and the embrace. Kieran played with Orlando's nipples and belly button in the way Orlando had done with his earlier and gradually they both fell into a light slumber.
They awoke feeling refreshed, yet chilled. With them both lying on the folded back duvet it had been impossible to pull it over them. They snuggled together to get warm.
"Do you feel tired, Orlando?"
"No."
"Do you feel like some more fun?"
"You bet."
"Let's get our kit off."
"Wait. Do you remember what we said? We'd get each other's kit off... slowly."
"You go first." Orlando leant over and started unbuckling Kieran's belt. Now that the waistband was loose he slid his hand down the back and felt Kieran's bare cheeks.
"Mmm, I like it. I think we'd better stand up to do this." They stood together. He undid the buttons on Kieran's jeans and they fell to the floor. He stepped out of them. Orlando could now see his package in the thong. "I like it even more." Orlando weighed it in his hand, fondled his loose balls and felt the heat as his cock stiffened and poked forward inside the pouch. "Your turn now." Kieran undid the waistband of Orlando's Domino's uniform black trousers. The flies were still undone from the wrestling match and so they fell unceremoniously to the floor and Orlando stepped out of them. Now Kieran gained a sight of what he had imagined, but had no way suspected in reality. It must have been the largest package he had ever witnessed. "Nice, isn't? And it's all yours if you want it." At first Kieran was speechless, then he noticed from the waistband he was wearing a slip by 2(x)ist.
"We saw some 2(x)ist undies in House of Fraser yesterday. Neither Eric nor I had heard of them before and now I come across them twice in two days."
"You'll probably see them again tomorrow. They're American and not easy to find in shops. I like them. They keep me under control, as it were. The waistband is extra wide and extra strong, the soft cotton/lycra expands easily and the sewn in elastic gives your balls not just support, but a nice lift. They're designed for the larger guy. Smaller blokes would be rattling around in there. They market them like that, but I believe the wording is slightly different."
"Can I touch?"
"Feel free, as they say."
"Mmm," hummed Kieran. Were they heavy!
"I suppose you'd like to see them?"
"Wouldn't I?"
"Well, it's your turn to take something off."
"What shall I choose?"
"How about your thong?"
"That's a good idea." Kieran threw his jeans out of the way, Orlando took him in an embrace and while kissing him slid the thong over his butt, dropped it to the floor and he stepped out of it, breaking the kiss. Orlando picked it up and put it to his nose, taking a long intake of breath and savouring the combined and separate scents of musk body lotion, sweat, dried pee and precum. "How can you do that?"
"It's an acquired taste admittedly, but eventually you will grow to appreciate the body odour of a boy and it will turn you on."
"It already does."
"Perhaps it will be part of your apprenticeship."
Kieran looked at his watch.
"I think it's time we went to bed."
"It's a bit early to go to sleep yet," replied Orlando. "I don't even feel tired."
"Who said anything about going to sleep?"
The boys climbed into bed naked and pulled the duvet over themselves. They were not going to clean their teeth. They wanted it natural. There wouldn't be multiple fillings if they missed just once. They'd clean their teeth twice in the morning to make up for it. They snuggled up together and started another set of tonsil tennis accompanied by unbounden groping until both had shot their load when they did the natural thing - rolled over and went to sleep.
When Kieran woke up, it was already light, but too early to get up, especially when you wake and find that you are in the arms of a most gorgeous and naked boy. The duvet had slipped onto the floor. He carefully disentangled himself from the sleeping body, risking the tearing sound as skin and hair stuck together with seminal glue separated. He didn't want to wake Orlando. He was quite content to look at him, but first he had to get rid of the morning wood that made him feel so uncomfortable. He walked across to the window, pulled the curtains back a couple of inches and opened a window. The fresh air contrasted sharply with the fœtid atmosphere in the bedroom, with its blend of smelly breath, sweat, dried semen and other corporeal odours, the unwanted spin-off from the previous evening's extra onions accompanying the double whopper cheese burgers with egg. He went into the bathroom and relieved himself, trying hard not to soak the pedestal mat as his erection slowly subsided.
He got back onto his bed partially covering Orlando with the duvet, but he wanted to observe his amazing equipment while the boy was sleeping. He could not recall having seen anything of such size, and he could summon up mental pictures of the genitals of all the boys in his form, of most of those in his year and of boys in other years of whom he had gained greater or lesser carnal knowledge. If only that stupid headmaster realised what went on in the showers at his school, he would die of apoplexy, thought Kieran. Time passed without notice as he watched Orlando's cock grow hard and soften, how Orlando re-arranged himself in his sleep. The fascination of his cock was not the length - that was good average - but its girth. He had never seen anything in that league and thought that he might need training, physiotherapy even, if on some future occasion he was going to take that up his butt. Kieran felt himself getting hard again and so he got up and with great difficulty put his thong back on as he didn't want to jerk off and spoil any fun they might have before getting up. He needed one of Eric's chastity devices. They might promote the desire, but they prevented the performance. He continued to watch as Olando's weapon stiffened and relaxed. At one stage Kieran wiped off a globule of precum with his courting finger and savoured the taste on the tip of his tongue. He observed one thing that did intrigue him. As it stiffened, Orlando's cock gained in girth, but scarcely in length. Definitely a show-er and not a grower. The other fascination was his friend's testicles. Again he had never seen any so big on a human being. They were nicely loose, but in no way could they be termed low hangers and this is what had made his package in those black trousers so pronounced. Kieran mused that if they were ever to become boyfriends, partners, husbands even, all that would be his.
Orlando stirred, opened his eyes and smiled.
"Good morning, Kieran," he blinked. "Kiss me." Kieran leaned over and gave him a peck on the lips. "Heavens, I must go and pee." He got out of bed and with his stick pointing out in front of him like a Dalek he made for the bathroom. Kieran removed his thong and put it into the linen basket. On his return, his dick now flapping in front of him, Orlando said
"Come and hold me." He climbed onto the bed. Kieran picked up the duvet, covered him and then slipped underneath beside him, pulling the cover over them. Their bodies felt cold and they snuggled up together to get warm before the hormones took control of their brains and bodies again.
Two orgasms and a gentle doze later they decided to get up. It was only nine o'clock, early for a Saturday morning.
"I hope you want a full English breakfast, Orlando. It was part of my speciality training during the week, to be followed tomorrow with the roast."
"If you can cook it, I can eat it and it'll make a change to be supplied with food rather than supplying it."
They showered and shaved. Coming back into the bedroom Orlando said
"Look at the state of that bed."
"I know. Eric told me black was the worst colour you could choose for a night of fun. Let's put the linen through the machine."
"You may as well leave it and we'll do it Monday morning before I leave. That's if you can bear to sleep in it like that."
"I just have, and as we've made it like that together, I can put up with it for a couple more nights."
"Talking about putting things through the washing machine, can I wash my Domino's uniform, please? Otherwise I shall be in trouble when I get to work. They're strict on appearance and personal hygiene." Orlando pulled a clean pair of 2(x)ist briefs out of his backpack. Kieran watched keenly as he pulled them up and arrange his junk. He felt himself hardening up. Orlando pulled on a pair of olive green cargo shorts and loose as they were they could do little to disguise his package. A tee shirt and sandals and he was dressed.
The boys went downstairs to the kitchen. Kieran drew the curtains and opened the windows. He washed his hands and took the various things he needed for breakfast out of the fridge and larder. He cooked breakfast exactly in the way he had been taught by his uncle.
"What's that noise?" asked Orlando. At first it sounded like a minor earth tremor, but it was rhythmic and came from above rather than from below. Kieran looked up and saw that the kitchen lights, suspended on their flex, were swinging.
"Guess," said Kieran. "The kitchen's situated directly below the blue room." They both burst out laughing.
"I hope we're not going to make all that noise," said Orlando. Kieran raised an eyebrow and regarded what Orlando had said as rather prophetical. They managed to ignore the minor disturbance while they were getting on with the cooking. They heard a loud 'Aaagh!' after which the noise and the tremor died down. The boys looked at each other and giggled. Orlando had made the tea - teabags in a mug - and Kieran was about to serve.
"What have you forgotten, Kieran?"
"OMG, the most important thing of all." He got a plastic bowl and ran some water off from the hot tap and placed two breakfast plates in it to warm up. "I should have known better. Eric's always on about it."
Kieran felt a great deal of satisfaction, not just for the fact that he had prepared a full English breakfast unsupervised, but also because he had created something for Orlando. He thought back to their overnight frolics.
"Did you enjoy last night, Orlando?"
"And how. It's surprising how much better sex is in a bed rather a quick grope somewhere, usually a cottage, since I left school. In fact, I would never have suspected it, but you're quite a little animal in bed."
"Flattery will get you everywhere." Kieran grinned.
"Was that the first time you slept with someone?"
"Slept with someone, no. Slept with someone and had sex, yes. How about you?"
"Same here," said Orlando. "I think that's why I'm still a virgin." Was that another hint of something more intense to come, Kieran wondered. They got on with their breakfast, both adding lashings of tomato ketchup. "If we're going swimming this morning, can you lend me a swimming costume? I'll pack one next time if you invite me again."
"No problem as long as it fits," said Kieran.
"It'll be okay. I've only got a small waist."
"It's not your waist I'm thinking of." Both boys looked at each other across the table, grinned and then burst out giggling.
"You're only jealous."
"Why should I be jealous all the time I've got you as a playmate? It's only if I lost you that I might become jealous."
Having finished, they washed up just in case Eric and Julian were hungry when they eventually emerged. There wasn't enough to warrant use of the dishwasher. They put their washing into the machine, gathered their things together and set out for the leisure centre.
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