The Apprentice
by and © N Fourbois
Chapter 15
Walking to towards the centre of town they again became skittish, bumping into one another, grabbing hold of each other and walking along little fingers entwined. They giggled at each other's non-jokes. The sun warmed and animated them as if they were some species of cold-blooded creature. They reminisced over what they had got up to in bed and how they wanted to do it again... and again and again. The best part for Kieran had been when he saw for the first time Orlando's equipment released from the confines of his slip. It was not just the size - Kieran had never considered himself a size queen - it was the perfection of design with the thick staff perfectly recessed in the divide between his testicles which resided loosely in his hairless scrotum. Orlando's foreskin was of perfect length covering most of the glans and leaving just the peehole visible. On release from his undies his foreskin retreated leaving the glans red, visible and glistening. For Orlando the highlight again had been when Kieran relinquished his last garment, but Orlando's interest had been seeing the naked Kieran as a whole boy, a work of nature's art, a living statue closer to perfection than Michaelangelo's David, two boys with different perceptions, one with an interest for detail, the other whose interest dwelt on the whole.
They reached the leisure centre, paid their entrance fee and went through to the changing room. Kieran hauled two speedos out of his rolled up towel.
"Black or green?"
"I'd better take the black pair," said Orlando. "They might enhance the outline, but they disguise the detail better. The ones I usually wear have a multi-coloured pattern and they break up the contents even better like camos."
"Spoil sport." The boys got changed. Kieran was unconsciously licking his lips as he watched Orlando packing his genitals and finally tying them down by knotting the drawstring in a bow. "Aah, that's better. Even if my dick does decide to misbehave, it won't get very far. I ought to do what water polo players do."
"What's that?"
"Wear two speedos, and some American teams even wear a box, which they call a soft cup, because they've got hang ups in the States about what speedos show."
"Don't you dare. I love you the way you are." Orlando stood back to look at Kieran. His light green speedo showed everything, including his religion. Well, nearly everything. The faint treasure trail led from his innie to the drawstring, then his covered cock pointing due north supported by two clearly defined and clearly separated balls. He looked absolutely gorgeous, the epitome of masculinity.
They were ready to go poolside. They splashed through the footbath and hopped through the doorway. As they walked along the edge of the pool towards the deep end they attracted the attention of a group of adolescent girls who immediately checked them out with sharp intakes of breath and a lot of giggling.
"Morning, ladies," Orlando smiled, walking past. He had had this situation to deal with before. Then they passed a group of youths who had obviously been ogling the girls and exchanging ribald remarks. They immediately forgot the girls and started checking Orlando and Kieran, but more particularly Orlando, out.
"Cor, mate, you got your lunch tucked in there," called out one of the bolder ones to immediate guffaws from the boys and giggles from the girls.
"No, son, it's all genuine. You can come have a look if you like."
"Not bloody likely. Do you think I'm gay or something?"
"No, you're not good looking enough." Honour satisfied on both sides, our boys walked on and dived into the water.
They swam a few lengths, testing each other to see who was the better swimmer, with no conclusive result. After that they went through to the other pool where the wave machine was, and the slides and tunnels. It was noisier here and there was a noticeable lack of adults. The whole swim was a 'getting-to-know-you' experience, perhaps more so than the romp they'd enjoyed in bed together the previous night. They found that an hour's swimming was quite sufficient. They looked at the ridges that had formed on their fingertips and they went back through the footbath and into the changing room which they found surprisingly empty. They thought nothing of stripping off their speedos and standing under the showerheads to rinse the chlorinated water off. They enjoyed having the hot water trickle over their bodies and warming them. They turned round to go off and dry themselves and were absolutely amazed at how the changing room had filled while they were showering and all eyes seemed turned in their direction. Unabashed they made their way past the bodies picked up their towels, wrapped them around themselves to an audible sigh of disappointment and fetched their clothes. After they'd dressed, they left the leisure centre and made their way back to Kieran's home.
"Well, what did you think of that?" said Kieran.
"Oh, the banter with the girls and lads is quite normal, but I've never had an audience while showering before. Does quite a bit for the ego really."
"That's because I was with you," riposted Kieran with a giggle.
"Oh, you really think so?"
On arriving home, Kieran unlocked the front door and called out
"We're back," wondering whether his uncle and his friend had got up yet.
"We're in the kitchen," Eric shouted in reply. They walked into the kitchen to find Eric and Julian stark naked. While Kieran was not terribly surprised at the unexpected, Orlando could only stare, and open mouthed at that.
"We decided to undress for lunch," intervened Julian to break the silence, not embarrassed silence for not one of the four in the room was. Just that in his wildest dreams Orlando hadn't expected to walk into someone else's kitchen and behold two good looking guys. Kieran's gaze focussed on Julian. After all he was used to seeing Eric nude. Like Eric he too lacked any body hair and had clearly shaven, more precisely been shaved, round the groin area, but the centre of attraction were Julian's low hangers. Orlando might have the testicles of a ram, but Julian definitely had its scrotum. Their proportion made it look as if Julian had a small penis, but the application of a tape measure would soon have disproved that idea. Kieran's thoughts had returned to breakfast time and he was wondering which of the two had cried out in his sleep. 'In his sleep,' Kieran stalled himself. Sleeping was that last activity going on upstairs.
"I take it you approve," said Julian. The boys mumbled something which Julian accepted as assent.
"I was about to prepare some lunch," said Eric, covering his nakedness with a pinafore, which was scarcely an improvement for it depicted the body of Michaelangelo's statue of David, probably in an exaggerated reproduction as well. "Would you like to join us?"
"Do we have to undress as well?" asked Kieran.
"Please yourselves," answered Eric, "But it's usual to comply with the wishes of the person issuing the invitation.
"Fine by us," said Orlando.
"I'm only cooking omelettes and there'll be something on the side..."
"Salad," interrupted Julian, "before you two randy little things get the wrong idea."
"Only something light because Julian is taking me out tonight for an intime candle lit supper."
"In appreciation," added Julian.
"We won't ask in appreciation for what," said Kieran provocatively.
"Ooh, what a waspish tongue that young man's got," squealed Julian, obviously wanting to camp it up a bit. "Go and wash your mouth out with soap and water."
"So what are you two doing for the rest of the day?" enquired Eric.
"We thought we'd take a little rest this afternoon," said Kieran.
"Mmm, too much bed and not enough sleep," said Julian.
"We always see in others the faults most prominent in ourselves," countered Kieran, not allowing himself to be intimidated by an overpowering Julian.
"Ooh, who's the brightest button in the tin this afternoon?" said Julian. It was meant to be a rhetorical question.
"Obviously Kieran," answered Orlando in defence of his friend.
"Then we're going to the cinema," Kieran continued "and either get something to eat in town or buy a takeaway."
Eric had already got to the beating the eggs stage while all this banter was going on.
"You two lads had better go and get undressed for dinner. It won't take long to cook these. Kieran and Orlando left their wet bathing togs in the utility room and went up to Kieran's room to get ready.
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