The Apprentice
by and © N Fourbois
Chapter 21
Kieran and Orlando stayed in bed until eight o'clock on Monday morning until after one more orgasm apiece and a long snog when they decided that fun time was over till Friday and life had a more serious side to it. They shaved and showered, confined breakfast to muesli and buttered toast and marmalade and then got on with the chores. The first task was to make sure that Orlando's Domino's uniform was immaculate. Kieran watched attentively as his friend skilfully ironed the white shirt and hung it on a clothes hanger until it was needed.
"Where did you learn to iron like that?"
"I had a temporary job in a laundry and that was my task, to do the hand finishes. It bored me to tears. Domino's came as a relief after that, but I've retained the skill. Have you got a cloth I can soak with water for pressing my trousers?" Kieran fetched him one. The ironing done Orlando went into the garden to clean his black shoes. Meanwhile upstairs Kieran stripped his bed and put on some clean linen. He looked at the sheets, went tut tut and giggled when he recalled what he and Orlando had done to get them in that state. 'Let's hope that Surf lives up to the promise on the box. If not, it might be less hassle to go and buy a new set than to get the third degree from Mum when she gets home, or worse still if Mrs Crater if she spots them.'
The boys had a chance to sit down over a mug of hot chocolate before Orlando had to leave. He'd changed into his uniform and packed his belongings up into his backpack. They talked about the good things they had done together over the weekend and gave no further heed to the Julian incident. They made the same arrangement for the following Friday, the last weekend before the Williams parents returned from their business trip. There would be no interruption from Uncle Eric since he was having his secret tryst with the lover who liked 'something special' and Kieran was banned from the flat.
He decided he would walk Orlando to Domino's. Now his chores at home were completed he had little to do until he met Eric for their gym session. The two boys walked along the road with their little fingers entwined. They were past caring whether anybody spotted them or not. On arrival at the pizza parlour they looked around, saw that there was nobody about and exchanged a quick kiss on the lips. When Orlando went through the door, Kieran blew him another one.
'Down to work,' thought Orlando as he breezed through the door, said hi to the morning staff and went into the staff area to dump his backpack and sign in. For the moment there was little waiting to be done and so he spent his time helping to wipe down the tables and the menus, polishing the cutlery and counting the serviettes. He checked that all the menu items were 'on', by which time the restaurant started to fill. He did wonder why the two waitresses he worked with kept looking at him and smiling, or worse occasionally giggling, but he got on with his work. There was a mixture of those who wanted to dine in and those that had come in for a takeaway. Quite a few of the nearby offices sent out and sometimes Orlando would take some deliveries himself if he could be spared in the restaurant. By half past two things had quietened down and he could take a break.
He was talking with one of the waitresses.
"Who was that guy you came to work with today?"
"A friend," he answered.
"Just a friend?"
"A good friend. Why?"
"Charlene and me saw you kiss when he left." She giggled.
"And?"
"Nothing. Well, actually Charlene and me had a bet on, which one of us would be the first to snog you, and now it looks as if you're gay."
"No 'as if', Dolores." Dolores looked disappointed. "You're not that hard up, are you?"
"Cheek. You realise girls find you quite dishy, don't you?"
"I have been told."
"Don't you like girls at all?"
"It's not a question of not liking them. I simply don't find them sexually attractive. If you snogged me, God forbid... whoops, sorry, I didn't mean it that way, it would do nothing for me. Quite the opposite in fact. Instead of getting hard, it would probably shrivel."
"What?"
"My penis, my willie, my dick, my membrum virile."
"Ooh, Orlando, you are a scream. Is that what you think us girls are interested in?"
"'Fraid so. I've watched the way you and Charlene check the male customers out..." Dolores giggled and blushed. "And I've heard you talk about it. It's all right. I do it as well. If you're looking for a boyfriend, do what I did."
"What's that?"
"Get one of the company's cards and write on the back 'You were served by Dolores', add your mobile number and leave it with the bill. It worked for me. But if you're looking for someone dishy you work with, change your job. Try KFC or McD's or Burger King, but don't place the bar too high there."
"The staff in Burger Star always look so stonking," said Dolores.
"I wouldn't bother. The manager there only employs gays."
"Shu' up. Do you think? Why's that?"
"Two reasons. You've got to realise that the men who go into hospitality or catering must have a certain personality that makes them more attentive and better suited for the job. That's why you find a lot of gays there."
"And the other?"
"Oh, that. Simple. He's gay himself and he likes to be surrounded by gay staff, or he likes to give what he calls disadvantaged members of society a chance, as he calls it. Oh well, we'd better get back to the pizza mines. The school rush'll start any minute." Dolores could contain herself no longer and burst out with
"And did your boyfriend give you that?"
"What? And he's not my boyfriend... well, not yet." She pointed at his neck. He looked in the mirror and saw a long purple mark on the left side of his neck. He blushed. He didn't know whether to be proud or annoyed. "Oh. I didn't know that had happened." He came down on the side of proud. His lovebite was a suitable trophy for the weekend.
Kieran was at a loss for something to do. He went into town and did a bit of window shopping. Nothing there took his interest. Eric was right. You needed to look on the internet for anything out of the usual. He arrived home towards one o'clock and made himself a snack, Welsh rarebit with baked beans. He'd caught up with all the work the school had given him. He ought to arrange for some more, but there seemed little sense in that now that there was the possibility, nay, in his own mind probability, that he would be going to another school. There were only so many times he could kick a football against the garden wall. Then he had an idea. He went up to his room and uploaded the pictures from his camera that he and Orlando had taken over the weekend. He edited them, then put them together into a Powerpoint presentation and e-mailed Orlando to warn him it was available and that he was to tell him when it was safe to e-mail the slide show. It was after all a very personal slide show.
Time flashed past as he was doing that. Kieran had been hard during most of the time, but he used his willpower to stop himself from jerking off, even over the naked pictures of Orlando. It was gone five and if he set out now he would arrive just after Eric had reached home from work. If there was anything to say about the weekend, it could be said and got out of the way before they went off to the gym.
On arriving Kieran found Eric talking to one of his neighbours.
"This is the young man in question, Mrs Hunniford. This is my nephew Kieran."
"Hello, Mrs Hunniford," said Kieran respectfully. "Hello, Uncle," he said, mildly taking the piss.
"Mrs Hunniford has taken in some deliveries while I was at work and most of them seem to be for you."
"Thank you for that," replied Kieran and relieved her and his uncle of them, one of which was a large bouquet of flowers. They said goodbye and carried on along to Eric's flat.
Once inside Eric got his priorities right and asked Kieran to make some tea. Eric returned from his bedroom stripped of his working clothes, that is to say stark naked. After Kieran had poured, they sat down at the kitchen table.
"Now what have we got here?" Attached to the bouquet was a letter addressed to 'Kieran, c/o Mr E Blanchflower'. Kieran opened the envelope and read the note inside. Eric could tell from the expression on his face that his nephew was not particularly pleased to receive it. He passed it over to Eric to read. It was a grovelling apology from Julian.
"Would you thank Julian for me?" said Kieran in a cold tone that expressed everything. "Perhaps you'd like the flowers, Eric?" Eric had more sense than to attempt to change Kieran's mind. Next came a letter addressed to Eric, but Kieran could see the St Sergius's logo on the franking on the envelope. Eric slit it open and read it. He passed it across Kieran. It was a curt note that acknowledged receipt of Eric's letter and stated that the School would await contact from Mr and Mrs Williams before considering the matter further, signed by the Headmaster and also on behalf of the Governors.
"Hardly an olive branch there," commented Eric.
"I'm not going back, Eric."
"Probably not, but don't tell it like that to your father. That's confrontation and knowing Dean as I do, that wouldn't go down too well. He's a good businessman and knows how to deal with people like the Headmaster. I'll have a quiet word with him to make sure he knows your wishes and it'll be far more effective if you're working together."
"You mean singing from the same hymn sheet?"
"Now I know you are taking the piss," grinned Eric. "That's my post, so what are these other goodies?" Kieran undid the large jiffy bag, carefully so that he could use it again. He pulled out his Lycra one piece.
"Hey, man, that's great. I can wear that tonight."
"I hope you've brought something suitable to wear underneath. Bulge yes, okay, but you'll be a laughing stock if everything's flopping all over the place."
"I always carry something in my sportsbag."
Kieran took the remaining box and with a sharp knife slit through the layers of sticky tape until he could ease the lid off.
"My, they've arrived quick." Packed neatly, but tightly, was his order of K-Y gel, condoms: extra strong, Avanti and the free selection box. Kieran mentally checked them off.
"That'll keep you going for a couple of weekends."
"Hey, we might be horny," protested Kieran with a grin, "but I think I would take even us longer than that get through this lot... unless we hold a party and need some balloons." They both laughed. Then Eric looked at the kitchen clock and said that they should get going. He'd just put some clothes on, get his kit together and they were ready.
"I assume we're getting a takeaway afterwards?" said Eric once they were underway in the car.
"Yeah, sure, and I'm paying. Mum told me to and sent some extra money."
"I won't argue. After yesterday's crisis I didn't think about tonight and so I haven't got anything prepared. We don't want to be eating at eleven o'clock." They got out of the car, went into gym and got changed. Kieran was feeling good in his new kit. His only disappointment was that he wasn't attracting the attention he was hoping for. But then, that's what uniform is about.
On the way back to Eric's flat they stopped off for fish and chips.
"Are you stopping the night?"
"If I may," answered Kieran.
"Probably a good idea with the task you have set me. But you keep to your own bed, okay?"
"Sure. It's a bit different now. I haven't just been chucked out of school and I have a boyfriend." Eric approved of his thinking.
Back at the flat Kieran warmed the plates while Eric gave the fish and chips a couple of moments in the micro. With the tomato ketchup commanding the centre of the table, they could get on and eat.
"I've been looking forward to this since four o'clock," said Kieran.
"I can certainly see a difference in your muscles in this short time. Keep at and you'll be a tidy young man soon and Orlando will have to fight off the opposition. Okay, more serious matters. You and Orlando are absolutely certain you want to go for penetration this weekend?"
"Never more certain."
"Now it's not an easy thing to go into from cold and so this is what I propose. As I said before, I have no intention of engaging in any sexual activity with you, even as a demonstration. Anal penetration can be painful, even if it's done right, more so if not. Therefore before penetrating Orlando, you need to know what it's like to be penetrated. I suggest that way round because when you reverse roles Orlando will know to be careful. The other thing I should tell you is that you might be disappointed after the first go. Keep at it. You have to develop a technique and know what your partner likes and can take. Whatever it is, it's not a quick shag and when done properly it can be deeply satisfying. That's the advantage of keeping to one partner. Okay so far?"
"I think so."
"Let's clear this lot away, have a cup of tea and then get down to business."
Eric laid a bath towel over the bed in the spare room.
"Okay, Kieran, get your kit off and assume the position."
"Which one?"
"Kneeling. Here's the K-Y. Massage it into your bottom - crack and as far as your fingers reach in your hole." Kieran shuddered as he felt the cold of the gel. "You know what this is?"
"A dildo."
"Yes, more precisely a butt plug. It's designed for the butt rather than the pussy and has this base plate to stop it disappearing. We'll roll this jonny over it. Personal hygiene you understand? Now try to introduce it gently into your hole."
"There's something stopping it."
"It's your sphincter. Apply a little more pressure."
"Ow! Ooh."
"I gather it's gone through now."
"Yes, it feels quite nice."
"You see what I mean about the pain and the pleasure? That's why you must be very careful when you go in. Some bottoms are easier than others, but Orlando's is going to be tight if it's his first time. Now take it out. That's right."
"Yeuk. I now see why the condom's necessary."
"Get rid of it and soak the plug in hot water with a little bleach in it. That will keep it absolutely hygienic." Kieran did as he was told. "Now I want you to take the plug home with you. Try inserting it and taking it out several times. When you're happy with that, see how long you can keep it in. Now your bottom will naturally try to push it out as it feels a bit like a turd. So wear your tightest lycras to help keep it in and you'll probably walk funny and so it's wise not to wear it in public. It'll help your sphincter to get used to taking Orlando's prick so that it won't hurt. Any questions?
"What if it disappears inside? You hear of these things and the embarrassing trip to A & E."
"It won't. This one's designed with a flat base that's hard and won't bend. It won't go through. Practise tomorrow and if you're free in the evening I'll come over and explain the etiquette of loving another boy, but I warn you. You'll have to make dinner."
"Done, and I have been."
"Get yourself cleaned up, Kieran. It's time for bed. Some of us have to work in the morning."
"As if I don't want to."
"Aaah."
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