The Apprentice
by and © N Fourbois
Chapter 20
Kieran and Orlando decided they would sit out in the garden and enjoy the evening sun over mugs of tea and sandwiches.
"So you're up for it?"
"Up for what?" said Orlando.
"Shaving our pubes."
"Should be a laugh. If we don't like it, they'll grow back and it'll save the unwanted dental floss."
"Well, at least for tonight," said Kieran.
"Why? What were you thinking of getting up to?"
"Sucking your dick so hard until your balls disappear up it and pop into my mouth."
"I love it when you talk dirty." They heard a cough, the 'ahem' clearing throat type of cough, from the next door garden. They both drew in their breath suddenly, put their fingers over their mouth in an exaggerated fashion and looked at one another, then giggled.
"More tea, Orlando?"
Kieran took the mugs back into the kitchen and brought out some more sandwiches. Then he went back to fetch the two mugs of tea. Uncle Eric would be shuddering if he knew - mugs for one and tea made with tea bags for another.
"What do you think about that boy in the news who turned up at school in a skirt as a protest, Kieran?"
"What? Chris Whitehead? He certainly had balls to do that."
"Boom boom!"
"First of all I thought what a cutie. I'd like to lift up his skirt and feel his balls. Secondly I loved the articulate way he spoke, but I couldn't make up my mind whether his voice had broken or not."
"What difference does that make?"
"If his voice has broken, he's up for grabs... Oh, I could have phrased that better. He's available."
"Kieran, you look at everything through the hole in your prick!"
"Mmm, that's true. Years of training."
"What I meant is what did you think of the idea?"
"I thought he was brave. I thought he made the point in a very clever and witty way. He'd obviously done his research and found a loophole in the school rules and I thought the school reacted in a reasonable way... instead of excluding him till the end of term."
"Do I detect a touch of bitterness?"
"No, not in the slightest. In fact my suspension might have done me a good turn."
"How?"
"New school and new boyfriend."
"And who's this new boyfriend?"
"I'll leave you to work that one out, but here's a clue. Us two would never have met if I hadn't been excluded."
"What do you think of boys' wearing girls' clothes?"
"In general? It depends," answered Kieran. If they're boys putting on girls' clothes for a bit of fun posing, fancy dress, acting, and they still look like boys, then I don't mind. For instance I've got some pics of a boy called Kolja who's wearing a black thong, a black suspender belt and black stockings. He looks absolutely stunning, despite a bit of lipstick. In fact it emphasises the fact that he's a boy, and a very beautiful one at that. But if they're trying to makes themselves into a girl, then I find that yeuky."
"On the message board of one website I read about Chris Whitehead, one of these fanatical crusaders with an agenda to push tried to turn it into an LGTB issue and another reader called Chunky replied that it had nothing to do with being LGTB, but that it was a boy in a skirt, no more, no less."
"And that's all it was."
"I can remember someone," said Orlando "telling me the story of a bloke who went clubbing in London, picked up this glamorous bird, spent the evening with her and got invited back to her flat. They took a taxi home and in the back of the cab they started snogging and when he put his hand up her dress, he suddenly felt this enormous pair of bollocks. Absolutely shocked he stopped the taxi, got out and told the cab driver 'He'll pay.'"
"You're bulling me."
"No, I'm not. Honest. It's supposed to be a true story. Who's going to make something up like that?"
"So that was two people's evening ruined," said Kieran in a more conciliatory tone.
"Yep. Are you going to show me that picture of Kolja?"
"Remind me when we get upstairs."
"Are we going to do this shaving thing?" asked Orlando.
"Yeah, sure. Let's finish our tea first." They each took one of the last two remaining sandwiches. "I've got an electric trimmer. We'll shave off as much as we can out here on the patio with that. Then it doesn't matter if we don't collect all the loose hair up afterwards and we'll finish it off with a proper wet shave. Finally we'll shower to make sure we've got rid of it all and haven't left a rogue pube under our foreskins."
"Oh, yeah," said Orlando. "The itching can drive you mad."
They cleared away the tea things and Kieran went upstairs to fetch his battery trimmer.
"It's all right. No one can overlook us here. That's why Mum and Dad planted all this shrubbery, so that we could have our privacy. Drop your pants." Orlando did as he was told and Kieran ran the trimmer through his bush. He had to trim deep into the groin. Like a good sheep shearer he tried to keep it in one piece, but didn't succeed. It left visible stubble. Orlando pulled his jeans back on. Then Kieran lowered his shorts and Orlando took hold of the electric clippers and sheared him. It was all over in five minutes. Kieran fetched a dustpan and brush and swept up what he could, then put it into the dustbin. They disappeared up to Kieran's room. He spread a large bath towel on the bed, got a bowl of hot water, another towel and some shaving gel and got Orlando to lie on the bed. "I use these Bic disposable razors." He made Orlando's groin area wet and started to rub in the shave gel. Naturally he grew hard. "It's all right. It makes it easier. It keeps your dick out of the way. Eric's got something to stop that."
"What's that?"
"It's called a chastity device. It's a steel cage that fits over your cock and fits into a sort of cockring and is held in place by a small padlock."
"Is he into that sort of thing?"
"Apparently. He got me to wear one."
"How on earth did that happen?"
"It was at the time I'd just got suspended from school. I stayed in his flat because I was in a bit of a state and I wanted to sleep with him for company. To be fair he made it clear he didn't, but I insisted and so he put this device on himself so that nothing naughty could happen, but he had another one that I had to wear. They're weird and heavy. They stop you getting hard, but make you want to all the same. Anyway I overslept in the morning. Eric took his off of course, but as I was asleep he left me and the sod took the key to work with him. So I had to go round wearing this thing all day. Wherever you walked you could hear this chinking sound as the padlock bounced up and down on the cage. I could pee though it, but couldn't have a wank and when he got home, he eventually unlocked the cage and my dick was all smeggy and smelly because I couldn't wash it properly."
"Why are you telling me this?" asked Orlando. "Do you think we ought to go in for them?"
"No way. No, it's just that when he fetched them he took them from a special cupboard he kept locked and when I looked over his shoulder I definitely saw some handcuffs and a whole lot of leather stuff, but I couldn't make out what it was and he didn't want to talk about it. So I am wondering if he doesn't want us around next weekend because this special friend of his likes to get up to special things."
"You mean bondage?"
"Something like that. If I get a chance during the week I'm going to ask him straight out. After all it's a reasonable part of my apprenticeship, don't you think?"
Kieran worked away diligently, making sure the underside of Orlando's dick was clean shaven, and his balls. "Lift yourself up a bit." He rubbed some gel into his perineum and shaved that. He washed away all the foam and shaven stubble and gave Orlando a hand towel to dry himself with. "While we're at it we may as well see if your bum needs a shave. Kneel on the bed." He did as he was told, bent down and his crack opened to view. Kieran saw his pink rosebud, the first time he had ever seen one, and thought to himself 'That's next weekend's goal.' "It's okay, Orlando. No hair up there. Now stay there a minute." Kieran went into the bathroom. He knew there was some baby oil somewhere at the back of the cupboard. He returned with it, lubed his fingers up and started to massage it into Orlando's crevice. From the quiet moans Orlando was obviously enjoying it until he gave a little yelp when Kieran had eventually plucked up courage to plunge a finger into his hole. Orlando didn't tell him to stop and so he carried on until he managed to fit two in, but thought that was quite sufficient for a first time. He wiped off the excess oil with a tissue and then gave Orlando the towel again, saying it was all over and done with. Now it was Kieran's turn to be shaved.
It went just as smoothly for Kieran except that Orlando managed somehow to nick a bit of loose skin which bled profusely, out of proportion to the minute cut. Orlando acted quickly to staunch the bleeding before it made too much of a mess, finished shaving round the cut and put a plaster on which did the trick. He finished Kieran off. There wasn't so much to shave. He said
"Assume the position." Kieran knelt on his bed while Orlando made an inspection of his love hole and administered some baby oil just as Kieran had to him. They showered together and managed to behave themselves, despite soaping each other up. They dried each other off, got dressed again and went downstairs to see if there was anything worth watching on TV. At that moment the telephone rang and Kieran went into the kitchen to take the call. He found that it was his parents making sure he didn't feel too neglected. He told them about Eric and Julian leaving early, but didn't say why as he wanted to avoid complications. He'd virtually forgotten the incident anyway and as a positive thinker he was more mindful of the advantages of having the house to themselves. He told them about his weekend with Orlando.
"You'll like him when you meet him."
«Where's he sleeping?» asked his mother.
"In my room." He thought that if he had said 'bed' that might have been too much information.
«Wouldn't he have been more comfortable in one of the spare rooms, dear?» his mother asked solicitously. «It can be rather hard sleeping on the floor.» 'She's probing,' he thought. 'Okay, let's get it done and over with. She's a thousand miles away and will have calmed down by the time she gets home. Anyway she must have gone through a similar stage with Eric.'
"He's not on the floor. He's sleeping in my bed, Mum."
«Oh!»
"It's all right, Mum. Uncle Eric will tell you. It's what gay people do."
«Oh!» she squawked again. «I suppose if Uncle Eric says it's all right, it must be.»
"I'm nearly seventeen and have been legal for almost a year." He wished he hadn't said that as soon as he had. 'I should have quit when I was ahead.'
«Yes, I know, dear, but I still think of you as my little boy.» 'No wonder I'm gay,' he thought.
"Thanks, Mum." 'At least she didn't go spare. I wonder what she'll tell Dad.' The conversation continued on humdrum things - had he enough money, did he have enough clean clothes, was he keeping up with his schoolwork? Finally she handed the phone over to his father who wanted to know the latest sports results and the conversation ended.
Kieran went back into the living room. Orlando had found his edition of GY mag in which he was totally absorbed.
"That was Mum and Dad on the phone."
"Mmm."
"Yes, I just told Mum that we were sleeping together."
"Good good good." Orlando carried on reading.
"I thought she might have gone mad."
"Oh."
"You haven't heard a word I said."
"Yes, I have. Your mum and dad rang to make sure you were okay. You told them about the weekend and you told your mother that we had been sleeping together and she took it all right."
"Oh? Then you were listening."
"I'll accept your apology with the same grace with which it was offered."
"Oh," followed by more adolescent type noises. "Sorry, yes, Orlando, you were listening." Was this their first lovers' tiff?
"What do boyfriends normally do after they have an argument?"
"So we are boyfriends?"
"I didn't say that and answer the question." Kieran thought for a moment.
"Er... kiss and make out?"
"I think 'make up' is the usual expression, but I like your thinking. Get against the door."
When they broke for air Orlando said
"We'd better stop now or we'll spoil it for later. I don't want to come off in my pants when I can come off in your mouth." Both boys adjusted the bulges in their trousers and went and sat down on the sofa together.
"What was so interesting in GY anyway?"
"What's the most interesting part of any publication?"
"The centrefold?"
"No. You don't pick up your Daily Telegraph and go straight for the centrefold, do you?"
"Oh, any publication. In that case it's the letters from the readers."
"Right, got it in two. And there's a particularly interesting one here. I won't read it out. It's from a fourteen year old and basically what it asks is how does a young gay teen get a boyfriend? Your mates all around you are getting girlfriends (and boasting of their exploits). You're too young to get into a gay bar or a gay club. If you go up to another kid at school, or outside even, and start chatting him up, you're liable to get a smack, and in any case you'll become the butt of jokes at school and get the piss taken out of you at best and beaten up at worst."
"Good question," said Kieran. "The only sensible suggestion I've got for that is to watch out for who checks you out or maybe you get a response from if you get busted while checking someone else out, but even that can be risky... as I found out to my cost at school."
It had long been dark, but our boys hadn't noticed it. Kieran got up and went round the house switching on lights and drawing the curtains.
"Cocoa and biscuits and then to bed."
"Don't forget we've got the domestic work in the morning."
"Yes, but we'll have time for some fun too. You don't have to be at work till eleven."
"I know, but I've got my uniform to press, and can I put a few things through the washing machine, please? It'll save some grief when I get home."
"We'll have to do some washing anyway and I'll need to get the place up to scratch before Mrs Crater comes in on Tuesday." They made their way to the kitchen and Kieran started to make the cocoa.
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