The Apprentice
by and © N Fourbois
Chapter 22
Wednesday morning found Kieran sitting at his desk studying. No, it wasn't schoolwork. It was the pages of notes that Eric insisted that he made when he was instructing him on penetration the previous evening. Sitting was not an accurate term for he was attempting to do his sphincter exercises at the same time in his swivel chair. He was in that ambivalent state where he was not sure whether the discomfort was pain or pleasure. Kieran was reduced to talking to himself or reading out aloud as he turned the pages of his pad.
"'Main principles - personal hygiene of both partners, particularly the bottom. Consideration for the comfort of the partner. ' That seems reasonable. 'Personal hygiene - if possible, bottom evacuates bowels before shower and lovemaking, ideally an enema, especially for barebacking. Only bareback if in a monogamous relationship, NEVER for casual sex. Exception - when both partners are virgins. IN ALL OTHER CASES USE A CONDOM.' Okay, I'm a virgin, Orlando says he is. Eric is lending us his spare enema kit. Mmm, funny, he says it was an unwanted Christmas present. 'Use tepid, NOT hot or cold water (shock). Okay, I think I've got that. Eric said he'll do a dummy run with the enema kit. 'Four basic positions - doggy, missionary, side by side, bottom on top.' Fine. I've pictures of those on the computer. 'Doggy best for beginners, bottom on top only for advanced lovers, the other two take a bit of getting used to.' I bet the practice is a lot different from the theory."
Kieran heard the front door open.
"It's only me," Mrs Crater called up the stairs.
"I'm in my room," he called back as he hurriedly locked his notepad away, made sure everything on the computer was closed and he put it in sleep mode. She bustled through the door.
You haven't just got up, have you? On such a nice day as this."
"No, Mrs Crater. I've been up since seven. I was just doing a bit of coursework." He didn't say which course, of course.
"If you tidy your room, I'll clean it first. Then I'll be out of your way." Kieran looked around his room and wondered what he had to tidy, but he knew better than to argue. "Any dirty clothes in the linen basket, Kieran?"
"No, I've kept up with that, but there'll be some ironing in the utility room."
"When are you parents getting back?"
"Next week, Tuesday I think."
"I'll come in on Monday and make sure everything's spick and span for them. Can you remember to buy some bread and some milk for them?"
"Yes, Mrs Crater, it's on my list." Mrs Crater bustled off to the kitchen to don her pinafore and her thick yellow Marigold® rubber gloves, ready to attack the cleaning. Kieran tidied his room. By one o'clock peace had descended on the Williams house again and he set about preparing some lunch.
The day dragged despite a late afternoon visit to the gym. In the evening Kieran was sitting in the living room, the television on in the background, and he was surrounded by pieces of paper, his course notes, and was trying to sort them into some sort of order in an arch lever file. The house phone rang. He got up and saw that someone was calling from a mobile. Then he recognised whose number it was.
"Yo, Orlando."
«Yo, Kieran. How ya hanging?"
"Good... well, not good actually. I'm bored out of my tiny mind. How about you?"
«Totally knackered. I've just finished my shift with overtime. Still the money's not bad once you're off the basic rate and the tips are better in the evening.»
"I hope you're not going to be knackered on Friday."
«No, I'll be okay. I'll get off to bed early tomorrow night, lie in in the morning, then I've only got six hours to do Friday and that'll be a bit of a doddle compared with the rest of the week. Hey, Kieran, I've had to fight those two waitresses off all week.»
"Which two?"
«Charlene and Dolores.»
"C'mon, what's their proper name?"
«That's it, Dolores and Charlene."
"You're pulling my plonker."
«I wish I were.»
"What? They fancy you?"
«Worse than that. They fancy you. I told them you're gay.»
"Thank you very much."
«They were furious and now they've taken it as a personal challenge to convert you.»
"Pass me the sick bowl."
«Just rang to say I was looking forward to the weekend.»
"Me too. Eric's given me such a lot of help and advice. I'm just trying to sort it out now. I went to the gym this afternoon for an extra session. And we're okay as far as those bedsheets are concerned. Not so much as a whisper from Mrs Crater."
«Good good. Look, I'm going to ring off and go to bed before I fall over. Night, Kieran. Love you.»
"I love you more." Pause. "Orlando, you haven't cut the call."
«No, you cut it. I wasn't the last to speak.»
"Oh, yes you were... oops! You cut it. It was your call."
«No, you cut it.»
"We'll cut it together. After three... one... two... two and a half... THREE!" Pause. "You didn't cut it."
«Nor did you.» Orlando worked up the willpower, blew a kiss down the phone and ended the call.
"You don't love me any more!" But it was a vain cry into a silent phone.
Finally Friday afternoon five o'clock came. Kieran had bought some flowers at the local garage and put them in the kitchen, living room and his room to cheer the place up. Now he was pacing up and down outside Domino's, afraid to go in in case there was a less than fortuitous encounter with the gorgons Dolores and Charlene. The door opened and Kieran was ready to dive behind a bush when Orlando emerged... alone.
After a hug, very difficult with someone who's wearing a backpack, they started walking off.
"Where are we going?" asked Orlando.
"I'm following you."
"Let's do what we did last week. Go to Burger Star, check out the staff and then back to your place for rest and recuperation."
"Sounds good to me. Shall we have a burger while we're there?" Orlando punched Kieran lightly on the arm at his silly remark. "Hey, Orlando, what's that mark on your neck?"
"I was going to ask you the same question?"
"I haven't got one, have I?"
"Not yet."
"Did I do that?" asked Kieran innocently.
"Who else? I wouldn't let the nymphos from the restaurant touch me."
"Mmm, sorry. I must be more careful. I did that to Eric and he wasn't best pleased."
"And you were surprised?"
Later that evening the two lads finally returned to the Williams's abode. They just chilled out in front of the television and watched My Family, of particular interest because Michael Harper had come out in the previous series, and out or not Gabriel Thomson, the actor, was especially dishy. After it was finished, Kieran brought in cocoa and biscuits.
"So you're still up for it, Orlando?"
"What? Going all the way? I sure am."
"Even after everything I told you Eric said about it?"
"Yeah."
"I didn't want to put you off, but..."
"You'll never put me off butt, Kieran, as long as it's yours."
"Dork, let me finish," and they giggled and started punching each other in fun. "I've forgotten what I was going to say. It was about Eric's 'elf 'n' safety rules. Not terribly romantic, but he says they're essential. I suggest that we have fun tonight without any penetration and that leaves us Saturday night till Monday morning to experiment."
"Good thinking, Kieran. I just want to snuggle up to you and enjoy your body," and with that Orlando moved across the settee, pinned Kieran down and gave him a long, arousing French kiss. Kieran put the dirty crocks in the kitchen, went round switching the lights off and took Orlando up to bed. "What are we going to do tomorrow?"
"Let's worry about that in the morning. I've had to spend four nights without you."
Kieran had taken Eric's hint and put fawn sheets on the bed. The incriminating evidence was less obvious. The boys were snuggled up together on one side of the bed, trying to avoid a sticky wet patch which had gone cold. Orlando looked at his watch. A quarter past nine. Heavens! Half the morning gone.
"Kieran, are you awake?"
"I am now."
"Do you think we ought to get up?"
"Yeah. What I suggest is that we clean ourselves up and then get down to business."
"And the first business?"
"Is to loosen your sphincter."
"With the butt plug?"
"What else? We could use a banana, I suppose."
"Waste of good food."
"Then a leisurely breakfast... it'll be brunch by then, swimming, then back here for a little R & R..."
"Rogering and rimming?"
"Could do, but I was talking about rest and recuperation. Don't think I'm into rimming," said Kieran. "Yet." He grinned at Orlando.
When they had finished their ablutions, Kieran spread a towel over his bed. He had all the instruments of torture ready - butt plug, K-Y, condoms, even rubber gloves (latex, not Mrs Crater's Marigolds®) as he viewed this as a clinical procedure rather than lovemaking. Orlando knelt on the bed and presented his rosebud. Before he started Kieran took a photograph of it, he found it so fascinating. It was the first one in real life that he'd seen. He pulled on the rubber gloves with a snap that made Orlando jump. He ran his finger along his crevice and over his perineum, gave his balls a friendly, gentle squeeze, then got back to business. With his forefinger he gently tested Orlando's hole, finally pushing it in. The sphincter gave easily. 'My Orlando's a natural bottom,' he thought to himself. Little sounds of pleasure were coming from Orlando. Kieran squeezed some gel onto his fingers and applied to his lover. Orlando jumped from the cold feeling.
"Hey, you could've warned me."
"I could have, but it's all part of the fun." Satisfied that Orlando was properly lubed, he said "Watch out. Here comes the real thing."
"What, your dick?"
"No, you dildo, the dildo." He offered the butt plug, suitably lubed, to Orlando's hole and introduced it as gently as he had his finger. It penetrated with slightly more difficulty, but Orlando appeared to feel no discomfort and he gave out a telltale 'aaah' as it slipped in up to the hilt. "Now you got to try and keep it in there."
"For how long?"
"As long as you can. Until we go swimming if possible."
"But it'll slip out."
"No it won't. I'm going to give you a pair of my lycras to wear. They'll keep it in. It did with me."
"God, this make me feels horny," said Orlando. "You'll have to suck me off before I can put those on."
"You'll have to make do with a quick wank. We haven't got time for BJ. Anyway, I've just cleaned my teeth."
Coming out of the leisure centre Kieran said
"You certainly made an impression in there, Orlando."
"Really. I'm so used to it. I don't really notice." Was that modesty or false modesty, Kieran wondered. He was certainly proud of Orlando's size and there was no way it could be disguised in speedos, and that's why Orlando liked to wear them. He had his own with him this week. Kieran was having second thoughts about playing bottom to Orlando's top.
"So what are we going to see this evening?"
"Deathly Hallows Two, what else, Kieran?"
"Have you read the book?"
"No. I got stuck halfway through Order of the Phœnix. The moodiness and the boredom of waiting for something to happen just got to me. It reminded me of being back at school in the fourth form. I saw the movie and they cut most of that out, thank goodness."
"Yeah, I saw it on the telly a couple of weeks ago. Why didn't Voldemort finish Harry and Dumbledore off there and then?"
"Well, there wouldn't have been any more books, would there?"
"I haven't read Deathly Hallows yet. I was given it as a Christmas present," said Kieran "but I just haven't been able to settle down to read it."
Once home Kieran heated up one of his mother's shepherd's pies that he had taken out of the freezer earlier to defrost. It didn't take long to cook some vegetables. He didn't need to bother about potato and the pie was soon heated up in the microwave. They finished off their meal with ice cream and squirty cream.
"That squirty cream is giving me ideas," said Orlando, smiling to himself.
"What shall we do now?" asked Kieran.
"You know that slide show presentation you sent me? Have you got any more like that?"
"One or two. What do you fancy? I've got one of boys kissing, which can be a bit of a turn on, or there's one just with cute boys I like the look of, sort of a home boywatching kit, or if you don't want anything specialised I suggest a couple I've got. One's called Wow! because that's my reaction to seeing them, and another's just called IP. It stands for insurance policies. They're my favourite pictures that I wouldn't want to lose. Naturally there's a bit of overlap."
"Let's try those two," said Orlando.
They went up to Kieran's room. He booted up his computer and went to the safe in his closet, produced a memory stick and plugged it into the computer.
"I don't keep any of my naughty stuff on the computer and anything trashed is completely trashed, seven times over, and even Apple say they can't recover it." He started the presentation going and Orlando was visibly impressed, as attested by his 501s.
"If that's the standard of boy you like, Kieran, I must be lucky to find a place in your affections."
"You sound just like one of those TV costume dramas set in the eighteenth century." Just at that point Orlando was taken aback to see three photos of himself, dressed, semi-naked in his undies and naked. He was just about to say something when he saw three similar ones of Kieran that he taken of him the week before. Kieran said
"I wish we could find someone who could takes some nude pics of us together."
"What about your Uncle Eric?"
"Yes, we missed an opportunity there last week. Now the difficulty is getting us three together here before Mum and Dad get back. I can't actually see him coming in at seven thirty on Monday morning, and I daren't get in touch with him today or tomorrow unless it's an absolute emergency."
"I don't think we'll be looking at our best then after what we're planning to do."
"What, you think we might look a little tired?"
"Just a bit... Hey, I do fancy that one," said Orlando pointing at the picture of a boy standing completely naked in the sea or a lake, but before he could say any more the five second display was up and the next slide was on."
"I'll mail it to you. In fact I'll mail you the whole folder this was made from. I think I'd better make you wear that chastity device before I do."
"I don't want to boast, but I don't think you'll fit it on." They both burst out into a fit of the giggles.
"We'd better start to get ready for the cinema," said Orlando.
"What are we going to do about eating?"
"I'm not hungry at the moment and I think food is the last thing we're be thinking about when we get back, somehow." Kieran giggled.
"You are awful, Orlando. Worse than I know how to be. I'll put the butter out. Mrs Crater left a fresh loaf and I can make us some sandwiches."
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