The Apprentice
by and © N Fourbois
Chapter 55
Kieran was beginning to show signs of recovery over the weekend. On Sunday he even managed to go for a run. Monday morning he was still sleeping in late. He had bolted his bedroom door to prevent any invasion, accidental or premeditated by an overzealous Mrs Crater. He'd even hung one of those 'Do not disturb' notices, on loan from a hotel, on the handle outside the door. His parents, of course, had long gone to work.
Kieran came to some time after nine o'clock. He felt so horny. He couldn't remember how long it was since he'd had some real sex. His right hand didn't count as real sex, of course. He stood up naked in front of the mirror doors of his built-in wardrobe, complete with morning wood. He had to get rid of that or any sexual touch would hurt rather than thrill. He emptied himself out, with difficulty at first, made himself comfortable and washed his hands. He looked at his face in the bathroom mirror. He hadn't shaved since the end of term. His beard had reached designer stubble state - in patches it had - but he didn't think it suited him. It made him look swarthy, not to mention scruffy. The only designer stubble he liked was to be found over his cock.
He went back into his bedroom and slipped on his black sweats. His body was tingling. Although he was no longer hard, he still felt as randy as hell. He switched on his iMac. He'd look at some porny pictures to help his mood along. While it was booting up he grabbed his mobile and tapped out a text to Jack. 'Let's see if that does any good.' He walked across to the linen basket and lifted out the jockstrap he had worn the previous day and sniffed it. 'No,' he thought. He took out the tee shirt he had worn for the run and soaked in sweat, then used to wipe the excess off before getting into the shower. He sniffed that too. 'That's better.' It had got to that stage where it was beginning to turn rancid. He pulled it over his head, sat down in his swivel chair, then clicked on Andy's Photopost. As he went through the new posts, he fumbled with himself through his sweatpants. 'I can do better than this.' He got up and walked across the room to his safe and got out his butt plug, some lube and a condom. After protecting it with the condom, Kieran pulled off his sweats, lubed the plug, then lay on a towel on his bed and lubed up his hole. He reached for the butt plug and inserted it. 'Mmm, that went in easy enough. I must be getting used to it.' He wiped the excess gel off his hands with a tissue, pulled on his sweats, minced across to his swivel chair and sat down carefully. He clicked off Andy's Photopost and switched the webcam on. There on the screen he saw himself, yet it was not quite him - it was another boy for he had got so used to seeing himself as a reverse image. That heightened his excitement.
Kieran lay back in his chair and stared at the image. He no longer had to sniff his tee shirt. He could smell it anyway and it made him that much hornier. Staring at the screen he pulled the sweats down so that the waistband just revealed his designer stubble pubes and ran his hand over his flat lower abdomen, working it higher to reveal his navel from under the tee shirt. He stroked his hand round his belly button which increased the pleasure. He lifted the tee shirt higher to show off his sixpack, then ran his finger round the individual abs, sending shivers through his body. His next move was to pull the front of his tee shirt over his head soccer player style to expose his nipples. They had turned dark red, the corolla swollen, the actual nipples tightly erect, almost hurting. He took a dob of gel and lubed his nipples. The cold made him jump. He squirmed in his seat which enhanced the feeling of the plug in his butt. Finally he could resist it no more. He pulled his tee shirt off and wrapped it round his neck so that he could continue to savour it, slipped his sweats down to his ankles, revealing his semi-hard cock and loose balls on screen. With his courting finger he took a globule of precum off the tip of his glans and transferred it to the tip of his tongue, savouring the salty taste. Now his cock had reached its full length, its full girth and its full stiffness. There was nothing left but for him to watch himself sliding his foreskin with his fist over his glans, slowly at first, then faster and faster as he lost control of himself and shot his spunk over his chest, even hitting himself under the chin. He scooped up some of the real McCoy and sucked his finger, then switched off the webcam, wiping himself clean with the tee shirt, and went and lay on his bed, promptly falling asleep.
Twenty minutes later he was woken by the ringtone of his mobile. His bottom had expelled the butt plug and it was loose inside his sweats. The screen on his mobile showed a text back from Jack. He'd be over at two that afternoon, prepared for anything. Kieran felt ready to face the world. He cleared up after himself, hiding the tee shirt carefully in his wardrobe as he didn't want it sacrificed to the washing machine yet. He showered and dressed and it was eleven o'clock before he eventually showed himself downstairs and said good morning to Mrs Crater.
He told Mrs Crater he would make himself brunch and he sat over it reading the newspaper. Mrs Crater would leave at midday giving him a couple of hours before Jack turned up. Colleen left work at four so that in term time she could be home before Kieran arrived from school.
After clearing up his brunch he said goodbye to Mrs Crater and went back up to his room. He sat down at his computer and played through the recording his webcam had made. 'I'll show that to Jack this afternoon. It might give him some ideas.' It had already given Kieran some as he hardened up and had to use all his willpower to keep his hands off himself. 'I'd better get the cage out, if I don't want to spoil this afternoon's fun.'
After calming down and encrypting the film he continued to sit idly at his desk when his eye fell on the card with Kevin Braithwaite's mobile number on it. His mind went back to the fateful day in spring when they were caught by the prefects at St Sergius's. It trawled through the horrors of being sent to the headmaster and taken home by Eric. It flashed forward to the rugby match after half term. Kevin was indeed a desirable boy with his flowing ginger hair, enhanced by the way he wore his rugby kit, an attractive bulge in his white shorts that moved gracefully as he ran. No jockstrap there. 'I wonder what it would look like in slow motion.' He thought of the lust he'd felt and the conversation they had had after the final whistle. He looked at the card, read the number, but didn't take it in. "Give's a call if you're at a loose end. In the Christmas holidays, maybe." That's what he had said. Kieran looked at the card again. Visions of red hair, of a rampant cock with a deep red shining glans poking through the fly of a pair of grey flannels, of a hot boy running across the rugby field in white shorts, of a friendly smiling, no, grinning face. 'I wonder if he plays golf like his father. I suppose I was at a loose end this morning.' These thoughts tumbled through his brain like the playing cards that turned to leaves in Alice in Wonderland as Alice awoke from her dream. 'No, Wonderland doesn't exist. Nor does St Sergius's any more. I'm a College boy now and that's where my immediate future lies. Jack, William, Toby, yes, especially Toby.' He had made a decision and at that he tore up Kevin's card into little pieces and cast it into his waste paper bin.
The four friends did not meet over the Christmas period. They had exchanged cards and gifts beforehand. Kieran gave Jack and William condoms wrapped in Christmas paper and tied with tinselly string. William gave Kieran lube likewise seasonally decorated while Jack's presents to Toby and Kieran were chocolate penises. They met next some hours before dawn on the Saturday before New Year on the start of their journey to just outside Garmisch-Partenkirschen in southern Bavaria for their skiing holiday. The forty boys slept for most of the coach journey to the airport and started to wake properly under the bright lights of airport buildings. By that time it was beginning to get light. They somnambulated their way through check in and security and sat in the departure lounge waiting for their flight to Munich. Finally they were called forward to their flight.
The boys were settling into their allocated seats on the aeroplane. Kieran so happened to find himself in a double with Toby who was occupying the window seat. While they were waiting for take off Kieran placed his hand on Toby's inner thigh and whispered
"Before this week's out I want your butt." Toby whispered back
"And before this week's out I want your prick - and Jack Bastion's, but not together," and he giggled at the thought of a threesome. Kieran gently moved his hand up into Toby's groin and stroked him. They didn't notice that the flight attendant was standing over them, closing the overhead lockers.
"Having a little difficulty with the seatbelt buckle, are we, sir?" He leant across Kieran, undid and did up Toby's seatbelt and in doing so gave him a good feel. "A little stiff, but otherwise okay. Don't play with it until the lights go out," and he gave Toby such a sweet smile. "I think we ought to check yours, sir, while we're at it," he said to Kieran. Again he unbuckled and rebuckled the seatbelt, giving Kieran's balls a gentle squeeze. "Everything seems to be in good order there, sir," he smiled. "Enjoy your flight," and he moved down the aisle, presumably to see if anybody else's equipment needed adjusting.
"Hey, Kieran, that air steward is gay. He stroked my cock."
"It's all right, Toby. Don't worry. They have to be. It's part of the job description."
"Is that right? I've got a career path in front of me after all."
"Just look around you. After all, you're the one with the gaydar."
"Mmm, you're right. They're all quite ducky really with the waistcoats that don't quite come down far enough and the trousers that show off their bums better than their packages." And Toby kept his eyes glued to the one that gave the flight safety lecture. "Does William know you're going fuck me this week?"
"Probably 'cos Jack wants him. We're planning on doing some wife swapping."
"You know we're legal in Germany, don't you? The age of consent is thirteen and both William and I are fourteen now, anyway."
"You've got it all worked out."
"I looked it up on the internet at home. By the way, I'm dead easy to penetrate... at least that's what they tell me." He opened his book and started to read, but couldn't concentrate. "Hey, why do I always end up as the bottom?"
"Because you're extremely attractive and sexy," said Kieran.
"Do you think so? Honestly?"
"Honestly, but we might have to change your rôle."
"God, you're disgusting, Cholmondeley," said one of the third formers who had overheard the conversation as he went down the aisle to the toilet.
"You're always welcome to come and find out how disgusting, Carruthers," and leered at him. The flight attendants started to serve the meals.
After landing at Munich in bright sunshine, but noticeably colder air, the party boarded a coach to take them south. On arriving at the hotel they had to stow their luggage to get fitted out with skis and boots. Only then did Mr Bridgeman break the news that four had to stay in the annexe and he asked Kieran and Jack, William and Toby if they would mind. Of course they didn't, but as they moved their kit across to the annexe Kieran asked the other guys "Do you think he knows?"
The boys got unpacked in their two twin bedded rooms.
"We can push the beds together," said Jack.
"And mind we don't fall through the crack between them," added Kieran ruefully.
"Do you know what, William?" said Toby. "Carruthers said I was disgusting."
"I think before the week's out he might have to undergo some corrective training," William replied.
"Do you think so?" They grinned evilly at one another.
The important thing for growing lads is to eat. The sandwiches they had brought for lunch most of them had consumed before boarding the flight and so they hadn't eaten since the enhanced breakfast on the plane. Stunned by rising so early in the morning, our four hadn't really paid a lot of attention to what was going on around them and so a surprise awaited them. When they joined the others in the main part of the hotel for dinner there was an intake of breath when they spotted sitting on the staff table none other than Olaf.
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