The Apprentice
by and © N Fourbois
Chapter 18
Car headlights shone through the curtains, then were extinguished, all followed by the quiet slamming of car doors. Eric and Julian had returned. Orlando was lying back, stretched out in an armchair, recovering from an orgasm, the like of which he had not experienced before. Kieran was in the bathroom rinsing his face.
"I suppose that is what they call a facial," called out Orlando.
"Yes," replied Kieran still in the bathroom. "The idea was to keep your cock in my mouth until your orgasm was over and to swallow your spunk, but your spasming was so violent the only way I could have kept it there would have been to clamp it with my teeth and I don't think you would have approved of that somehow."
"Sorry about that." Orlando didn't sound convincing.
"In the best circles you would have licked it up and we'd have shared it in a French kiss, but I'll let you off as it's our first time." They heard the front door being opened and Eric and Julian going into the kitchen.
"I didn't get you in the eye, did I?"
"You did a bit and it stings."
"Sorry." That was said with conviction.
"Let's get to bed and you can do me in the morning."
They'd intended to snuggle up together, but the exertions of the day proved too much and they fell asleep almost straightaway. Kieran woke up an hour later. He could hear noises coming from the landing, but once he realised they were in fact from the blue room and what was making them he went back to sleep. He half woke again and could feel Orlando fingering his crevice and his hole, which made him wake up fully. He got out of bed, went across to his chest of drawers and took out a jockstrap which he proceeded to put on back to front. He went back to sleep feeling content and slept through to the morning. The noise from the neighbouring bedroom had stopped and Orlando was fast asleep on his side of the bed. Kieran had to get out to empty his bladder. The noise of the flush woke Orlando and he sat up in bed. When Kieran came back Orlando blinked and stared more intently.
"Why are you wearing a jock? Or more precisely, why are you wearing your jockstrap back to front?"
"Because of you." Kieran put on a reproachful tone.
"Me?"
"Yes, you."
"What have I done?"
"I only woke up to find your finger up my arse, you brute."
"I don't remember that." Orlando sniffed the courting finger of his left hand. "Mmm, you're right. I feel swindled not remembering that that."
"You can have my dick and balls whenever you want them, but you'll have to be patient for my hole until I've done anal in my apprenticeship."
"I'm patient," Orlando said with a grin. "Wait until I've had a pee and I'll make it up to you." Kieran watched while Orlando minced across the room, his morning wood waving from side to side in time with his so sexy buttocks. He recalled that it was Orlando's butt in black trousers framed by a white apron that had first attracted him. He lay back in bed stroking his dick and fondling balls in anticipation of Orlando's promise. He heard the flush and watched Orlando as he walked back towards the bed. This time his dick was completely flaccid and, thick as it was, it bounced against his balls. Kieran was entranced.
Kieran considered himself a connoisseur of male genitalia. He was content with, even proud of, his own set up, but thought if there were the opportunity of an alternative he would willingly swap with Orlando, but in fact he recognised that for this weekend at least he had the best of both worlds. Both his and Orlando's were aesthetically pleasing, which was more than could said of some boys he'd groped, particularly those with excess foreskin, or large dicks with undersized balls. He'd only seen pictures of circumcised boys, never seen or played with one in the flesh. That was a lacuna in his experience and knowledge. He must talk to Uncle Eric about it, and Orlando, if they were to become an item. Orlando was too valuable to lose through casual dalliance.
"A penny for them," said Orlando.
"A penny for what?"
"Your thoughts, of course."
"They're worth more than a penny, I can tell you."
"They must have been valuable, then."
"They are."
"Are you going to give, you big tease?"
"Okay, if you're sure you really want to know."
"I really want to know."
"Your dick, balls and butt."
"You're right, then. They really are valuable."
"So valuable that I could kiss them."
"Oh, that's what you're after, is it?" Orlando climbed back into bed alongside Kieran and they kissed passionately. When they were ready Orlando said
"Sit up with some pillows behind you." He got off the bed, walked round it and knelt down by Kieran taking his dick into his mouth. Orlando was soon in a state of ecstasy.
"Are you sure you've never done this before?" Some funny noises came from Orlando. "What was that?" Orlando broke off for a moment.
"I said being a well brought up boy, I was always told by my parents never to speak with my mouth full." Kieran sniggered.
"Oh, yeah. The old ones are the best ones." After that it became serious. Finally Kieran's body bucked, but Orlando managed to keep his cock in his mouth and swallow. When he thought Kieran had finished, he quickly got up off his knees, climbed onto the bed and gave him a long French kiss, transferring the produce of his partner's loins from his own to his partner's tongue. They parted, pulled the duvet over themselves and went back to sleep.
When they woke again, it must have been about nine. Kieran looked at Orlando and kissed him gently on the lips.
"That was absolutely fantastic. We must do it again."
"If you put your hand down the bed, you'll find I'm ready." Kieran found Orlando's cock rampant, hot to his touch and ready to go.
"I'll suck you tonight, promise, and this time I'll try and swallow." He didn't let go, but gently started to jerk him off. He managed to make it last almost fifteen minutes until Orlando shot his load, spraying boyjuice over Kieran, himself and the bed sheets. The hot sticky liquid soon became cold sticky liquid. They grabbed some tissues and cleaned themselves up.
"You know, I can still taste that curry in your spunk, Kieran. How long does that go on for?"
"I don't know. I'll tell you this evening," said Kieran with a wicked grin.
They showered and dressed. Feeling in a completely sexy mood, Kieran put on a pair of white lycra shorts without any undergarment. He carefully arranged himself so that one bollock went down one side and one bollock went down the other side of the crotch, while he arranged his dick to point northwards. He liked its warm feeling as the lycra held it fast against his lower abdomen. He ran his fingers along the cleavage if his butt, tucking the material in so that each cheek was emphasised. He put on a red polo shirt of sufficient length to cover his dick when he stood still, but as a tease left the outline of his balls fully visible. Orlando had stopped dressing and was watching this open mouthed. The cotton of his clean 2(x)ist briefs was being severely tested under tension. When Kieran had slipped on his sandals and finished dressing, Orlando came out of his trance.
"My god, you're drop dead gorgeous, Kieran," he half whispered. "Next time I must be more selective in the clothes I pack."
"So there's going to be a next time?"
"Sure," replied Orlando, "but I didn't say it was with you," he said back in tease mode.
"Would a brick through Domino's restaurant window do anything to change that sentiment?" asked Kieran, joining in the tease.
"It might have a bearing on the matter." They went down to the kitchen to arrange some breakfast.
They were surprised to find Eric there already cooking. After saying good morning they asked where Julian was.
"He needs his rest with such a strenuous weekend," answered Eric, but the sound of bouncy bedsprings coming through the kitchen ceiling put rather a different interpretation on the word 'rest'.
"Sounds as if you're not serving him properly," opined his nephew.
"Full cooked?" enquired Eric.
"Do you think we could spend next weekend together?" enquired Orlando. "I'd like to very much." Kieran looked at his uncle who said
"Do it while you can. It's the last weekend you'll have free before your mum and dad come back. What I will say, though, is that you'll be on your own. I have another, rather special friend coming to stay and we really need the privacy of the flat." That remark aroused Kieran's curiosity, but he was sensible and well mannered enough to keep it to himself... well, for the time being, anyway.
While the three of them were having their breakfast, they talked about how their evenings out had gone. Then they got on to discussing lunch.
"Okay, so what time do we want to eat?" asked Eric.
'Let's aim for one," said Kieran. "Is that all right with you, Orlando?"
"Yes, fine. I shall be hungry again by then."
"As I told you previously," said Eric "timing is everything." He looked at the quick calculations he'd written on the kitchen notepad. The joint is beef and we need to put it into the oven at a quarter to eleven, remembering to switch the oven on fifteen minutes beforehand. It's a fan assisted one, isn't it?" Kieran shrugged his shoulders. Orlando pointed out it was printed on the front. "So it will take the same time, but the temperature will be lower. The baked veg needs an hour or so, and the green veg we'll do while the joint is resting."
"Resting?" queried Kieran.
"Yes, you let it stand for a quarter of an hour before carving. It continues to cook a little after coming out of the oven. We make the gravy while the green veg is heating. I'll write the timings out, then over to you, Kieran, and Orlando, you can be the sous-chef and I'll just keep an eye on you both."
Eric cleared away the breakfast things while Kieran and Orlando walked to the newsagent's to buy some Sunday papers.
"That's a date then, Orlando?"
"What? Next weekend? Sure. We'll do the same thing. You meet me at five from work. I won't have much time next week as I'll have to make my hours up and work evenings so that I can have the weekend free. We're lucky. We've got a certain amount of flexi-time. Can we talk about tomorrow morning?" Kieran nodded. "I don't have to be at work till eleven, but before then I need to iron a shirt and press my black trousers." Two boys from the neighbourhood - they must have been all of twelve - passed them, staring at Kieran's crotch.
"Nice lycras," said the cheeky one of them when they'd gone past and they burst out giggling. Kieran turned round and called out
"You can have a closer look if you like," and they prepared to run because they thought Kieran was going to thump them.
When they got back, Julian had surfaced, looking very tired. He just had coffee and toast for breakfast. They said good morning to him and asked whether he'd had a good evening, but he obviously wasn't in conversational mood. The boys sat in the sitting room, reading the papers. At half past ten they went back into the kitchen, read through Eric's instructions, switched the oven on and set the temperature.
"First rule?" shouted Eric.
"Wash your hands," replied Kieran, almost as if it were a mantra. After they'd done that Eric offered them a pinny each. Under his close supervision Kieran prepared the joint for the oven.
"Why's it soaking in this red wine?" he asked.
"It's called marinating and it's done to tenderise the meat and add a flavour. It's been like that for twenty-four hours."
Once the joint was in the oven the boys got on with prepping the potatoes, carrots and parsnips, followed separately by frozen peas, broccoli, sweet corn, cauliflower and sprouts. After turning the oven down, they went out into the garden to kick a football around for an hour, leaving Eric to keep an eye on the oven.
Eric called them back inside. They washed their hands and donned their pinnies again.
"Time to start on the roasties," he said. "What do you have to do?"
"Put them in the meat tray?" answered Kieran.
"No. You have to parboil them."
"What's that?"
"Put them in a saucepan, bring them to the boil and let them simmer for a few minutes." They did that. "Now comes the important bit. Drain off the water. Delia says sprinkle them with semolina, but as we haven't any semolina, we'll have to do without. All the water drained? Fine. Now put the lid on the saucepan and give them a good shake to roughen them up." Kieran did all that. "Now's the time to put them in the baking tray, along with the carrots and the parsnips." That done Eric told them that they had a bit more free time and then the real work would begin. They went outside and knocked a tennis ball around until they were called in again.
"Okay, make sure there's plenty of boiling water. While the kettle's boiling we'll look at the beef." Eric handed Kieran the oven glove and he took the roasting tin out of the oven. "How do you like your beef, Orlando?"
"As it comes."
"So you won't mind if, when we eat it, it's a little pink inside?"
"Not at all."
"Kieran, push the carving fork right in. Okay, there's a little bit of blood, but it's mainly juices. Put it back into the oven and we'll start warming up the plates." Five minutes later Kieran took the roasting tin out of the oven again and a warmed plate, and placed the joint on it.
"Fifteen minutes' rest?" he said.
"That should do. Now get the sprouts and cauliflower on. They can go into the same saucepan. And in five minutes the same with the other veg. Again you can mix them. While you're doing that, I'll lay the table. We'll eat in here rather than disturb things in your mother's dining room." As Kieran got on with the vegetables, Orlando busied himself with the gravy. Finally everything was ready and Eric called Julian through. All they needed was a bottle of wine, but as they didn't have one they made do with squash.
"Okay, Kieran, it's your home and so as master of the house it's your privilege to carve." He faced that task with trepidation, but coped fine, passing the first plate to Orlando. Everyone helped themselves to vegetables and gravy, then tucked in. To Kieran's amazement the meal was judged a tasty success. They had fresh fruit for pudding. Julian had woken up from his earlier uncharacteristic quiet state and he dominated the conversation. He sat opposite Kieran and kept staring at him, making him feel a little uncomfortable, but he tried to ignore it and said nothing. Before adjourning to the sitting room for tea or coffee everyone pitched in to clear away and fill the dishwasher. The quiet hum of industry was suddenly interrupted by a shout of 'Aagh!' from Kieran, swiftly followed by the sound of a sharp, but powerful slap and Kieran ran out of the room.
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