The Apprentice
by and © N Fourbois
Chapter 57
Feeling invigorated William and Toby walked along the main street of the village. It was lit by the Christmas decorations and the shops were still in festive mood. They looked in the shops for gifts to take home so that they might be allowed to go again. They were suddenly standing in front of a Konditorei. So they went in and found themselves a table with two seats in a dark corner. They were ready to enjoy the German afternoon custom of Kaffee und Kuchen, coffee and cakes, of which the coffee was not compulsory.
"So how did you get on with Kieran last night?" asked William.
"Brilliant," replied Toby. "He sure knows how to press all the right buttons, so to speak. He didn't hurt me once and he certainly knew what he was doing. Then he gave me the chance to shag him."
"And did you?"
"No. I said later in the week, 'cos I was feeling all warm and comfortable with him cuddling me. Then I fell asleep and we slept through till morning. So what about you and Jack?"
"Well," said William "we didn't actually go all the way, but we want to later in the week. You see, Kieran told me I might find Jack 'interesting'."
"And did you?"
"Yes, and I'm not going to tell you how because I don't want to spoil tonight for you. How are you getting on with Carruthers?"
"Slow, but fantastic," said Toby. "Tonight his roommate is going to the disco at the Wildes Schwein and so we can use their room undisturbed. I've just got to keep my strength up for tonight and so it will be strictly along your apprentice lines, a teaching exercise and I suggest that on Friday we both give him the benefit of our experience, a sort of going home present."
Having eaten their cakes with cream and drunk their hot chocolate with cream (alles mit Schlag) they returned to the annexe, set the alarm so as not to miss dinner and took a nap to build up their strength for the coming night.
After dinner William went off to find something to do while Toby and James waited in the hotel lounge until they saw James's roommate go off with some of the others to the disco. They went up to James's room, went in and after locking the door, kicked their boots off. Toby grinned at James who answered with a 'come-on' signal at which Toby went to work. James did all the right things and it was hard to believe that this was the first time he'd had a snog, let alone with another boy. He was a natural. When they came up for air, Toby said
"It's given me a boner."
"Me too. That's what it's meant to do. How do you feel?"
"Good."
"It's easier if we get on the bed."
"Okay." They lay on James's bed, giggling and staring into each other's eyes with silly grins on their faces. Then James initiated the next kiss, even took the lead and slipped his tongue into Toby's. Toby started caressing James's inner thigh, but despite the boner he could feel nothing. The kissing got more intense, but when it broke, Toby said
"Your salopettes are a complete and utter passion killer. Let's get rid of them." He helped James by slipping the straps over his shoulders and helped him wriggle out of the ski pants. He now understood the problem. The next layer was a pair of tights and under that boxer briefs. With all that clothing entry was impossible and it was the next best thing to a chastity belt. "Aren't you hot in all that?"
"A bit."
"How did you take a pee during the day?"
"I didn't. Didn't need to. Seemed to sweat it out." Toby eased the boxer briefs over James's knees and ankles. His dick sprang into life, Toby gently took hold off it, fiddling with his balls with his free fingers. James made no protest, only giving a little groan of ecstasy. After easing the foreskin back and forth, he bent his head forward and took James's erection into his mouth. Still no protest. The groans just grew louder until James ejaculated in Toby's mouth. The only warning he had was the tightening of his balls. Toby swallowed, licked James's dick clean and kissed him again, deeply, but the passion had gone.
Both boys were content to lie there in each other's arms. Finally Toby spoke.
"That was fantastic. How was it for you?"
"Awesome. It's my first time."
"Just one point. It's considered good etiquette to warn your partner that you're coming. He could choke."
"Sorry, Toby. It happened so quickly. I didn't know I was coming." James rolled over and fell asleep. Noticing how deep the sleep was, Toby got up, covered up James, rearranged his own sweatpants and quietly left the room. He went down to the basement to find William and they played a game of pool.
"Phase one of Operation Après Ski perfect," he said gesticulating a ring with his thumb and forefinger. "He's just as disgusting as us now. Phase two Friday, with us two and a home fixture." William giggled and mis-potted.
At half past nine Toby and William went back to their room in the annexe. They could hear strange voices in Kieran and Jack's room and so they went along and knocked the door.
"Come on in," they heard Jack say. "The door's not locked." William pushed the door open and imagine their surprise when they saw Mr Bridgeman and Olaf sitting on one of the beds.
"It's okay," said Mr Bridgeman. "Just a social visit. We feel we've been neglecting you while you've been billeted down here. How are you getting on?"
"Fine," said Toby. "It's nice and quiet and we can please ourselves."
"What about the skiing?" asked Olaf.
"Yes," said William "we've been enjoying that too."
"I notice, Toby, that you've been helping James Carruthers a lot."
"He's been helping me more like it, sir." Then William spoke.
"Sir, can you tell us why you chose us four to come down to the annexe?" There was a short silence.
"Well, we had choose someone," said Mr Bridgeman. "We knew you got on well together from College and knew you could be trusted on your own."
"Oh, so it wasn't because we're..." Kieran and Jack gave him hard stares and Toby kicked him. "Because we're fags and fagmasters?"
"That had something to do with it. That's how we knew you got on well together." There was a general sigh of relief.
Olaf said "See you at the gym on Monday?"
"Yes, sure," said Kieran and William.
"We've got a few days before term still," said Kieran.
"I'll have to check the arrangements with my mother," said William.
"We'd better let you chaps get to bed," said Mr Bridgeman. "Another hard day tomorrow. Good night, everyone." The greeting was returned as Mr Bridgeman and Olaf headed for the door, but only the sudden smile on Toby's face would have betrayed the gentle pat he felt on his backside from his gym master.
When they felt it was safe to do so, the four made preparations for the night. Toby moved his overnight stuff across to Jack's room and Kieran moved his stuff to William's.
Wednesday was more difficult. Luckily the weather was holding. Indeed the boys' faces were beginning to look quite suntanned. The object of today's skiing was an introduction to Langlauf, cross-country skiing. It was a good job that it was just an introduction and it certainly was not off piste. They had to learn about Felle, sealskin which went on the bottom of the skis and acted like cat's fur. Walking uphill the fur became rough and stopped the skis from sliding backwards, while going downhill it became smooth and allowed progress. Even for fit boys the day was strenuous and to compensate they came down early to the top station of the cable car where they were given the options of taking the cable ride down to the village, skiing down or using the lifts for their own recreational skiing. The skiers had to keep in groups with a minimum of three. Toby and James stayed with a couple of others and after some refreshment at the top station they spent an hour on free skiing before skiing down to the hotel. That night our four decided on another session of 'wife-swapping' as they did on Thursday. Finally came the last day of skiing on Friday, the day of their ski tests.
The ski tests lasted all morning and ended with lunch. All five groups were under orders to report outside the hotel at two o'clock. They had to return their skis, sticks and boots to the workshop of the hiring company so that they could be checked, cleaned and made ready for the next party. The boys were advised to start packing, but with a long afternoon in front of them Toby, William and James had other possibilities on their mind.
"Are you still up for it, James?" asked Toby as they were waiting to hand their gear in.
"Sure."
"All the way?"
"Why not? I've started, so I may as well finish. You'll stop if I want you to, though, won't you?"
"Of course. We're not animals. And you don't mind William being there and joining in?"
"That's all right," affirmed James.
"Then don't get changed. Come and shower with us. That'll be a nice warm up. Ooh, don't forget to bring a change of clothes with you."
It was their turn to hand their stuff in. When they'd finished they made their way back to their quarters and met William who had just joined the queue. Toby brought him up to speed with what was going on and said he would see him in their room when he was done with his skiing kit.
When all three boys had arrived in the annexe room, they stripped off and got into the shower together, or at least tried to. Two fitted into it easily, but it hadn't been designed for a threesome. There was a lot of giggling and screeches as William, the smallest of the trio, attempted to squeeze in last. Who was the first to bone up? Well, it wasn't our two experienced gayboys. Toby took advantage to get him in the mood. The other two wanted to conserve the energy that was threatening to pulse through their dicks. James Carruthers came off and the spunk spurted onto the three lower abdomens, ran down with the water from the showerhead and stuck in their pubic hair.
"We're going to have to get rid of that," said William "or our pubes will get all matted and horrible."
"Sounds as if you've had experience," said James.
"Oh, he's the Mr Teezy Weezy of the pubic hair world. He combs his twice a day and changes the hair style once a week." They burst out laughing and would fallen about, had not the tight squeeze of shower kept them upright. Toby finally reached the shampoo and the boys could clean themselves up before performing the contortions needed for them to get out of the shower. They towelled each other down and went through to the main room.
"Are you ready, James?" demanded Toby. He nodded. "Kneel on the bed. You are about to lose your cherry, your virginity." He knelt on Toby's bed. William knelt in front of him and gave him a slow, penetrating French kiss. Despite having shot his load only five minutes earlier James boned up again, his foreskin gradually receded to reveal a tight, shiny, red, blood rich head. While William was keeping him occupied, Toby went to work on his hole, tickling his crevice with his fingers, pushing one in, then two, taking them out and starting the lube the whole area with K-Y. James jumped when he first felt its icy touch.
"Ready," said Toby. He gave his dick a little rub to make sure it was hard, William got off the bed, opened the foil on a condom, took it out and rolled it over Toby's erection. He lined up James's hole, gave a little push and he was in. James gave a little shout, but the pain disappeared within seconds, replaced by little gasps of pleasure as Toby went to work.
Toby shot his load, held on to the condom and pulled out. He took it off and knotted it. The teat was overflowing into the main shaft. Now it was William's turn. He applied some more lube. His grass snake became a python and Toby covered it with a fresh condom. William went straight in without so much as a squeal from James. Pumping slowly at first he sped up as nature took control and squirted his seed into the condom.
"How do you feel, James?" he asked panting.
"Great. I think I've come off again." William pulled out, holding the base of the condom carefully between thumb and forefinger, knotted it and laid it beside Toby's.
The three stretched out on the beds to relax after their efforts, but soon grew cold, naked as they were, and got dressed. William looked at his watch.
"Four o'clock. Kaffee und Kuchen time. James, you will be our guest because you were such a great sport."
"Doesn't that make me into a rentboy, taking payment?"
"Only if it's money," replied Toby.
"By the way, here's a souvenir for you, James," said William. He held up a selfseal polythene bag. Inside were the two knotted jonnies that had claimed James's virginity. "The clear one is Toby's, the yellowy one is mine." They had half expected James to be grossed out, whereas in fact he accepted them graciously, looked at them with interest and stowed them in the zip pocket on the front of his salopettes.
The boys ate their cakes, drank their hot chocolate, did some last minute shopping and went back to the hotel to pack. As they walked along the street, William and Toby noticed that James was walking a bit funny. They looked at each other, smiled knowingly, but said nothing. After dinner they had a little celebration for the success of the ski course, the certificates from the morning's test were awarded, and James Grieves, a miniscule third former, even smaller than William, and fellow fag was given a special award for the most progress made. It had been his first time skiing.
"I'd like to get my tongue round his tonsils," Toby whispered to Jack.
"You dirty little slut," was the only reply he got, but it was said with a smile.
The party disintegrated. Most of the boys were too tired after a week's hard skiing. They had to be up, packed and ready to leave immediately after a seven o'clock breakfast. But Kieran and Jack, William and Toby, were determined to have some final fun and frolics before sleeping through to the alarm.
The coach journey to Munich airport was very subdued as most of the party were asleep. They boarded the plane and took off on time. Toby and Kieran were disappointed to see the aircraft manned by air stewardesses, just in case their seatbelts needed adjusting. Toby and William found themselves sitting in a double seat together. Now more wide awake, they were in a chatty mood.
"Hey, Tobes, do you think we've converted Carruthers into a gayboy?"
"C'mon, Will..." William raised an eyebrow, but was quick enough to realise that if he had call Toby 'Tobes', he was going to get 'Will' in reply. "You've done the apprenticeship. You know gay people are not converted one way or the other. We're born that way."
"Mmm, I should have thought. Sorry. I'll rephrase the question. Do you think James is gay?"
"I don't think so."
"Bi?"
"Not that either. You see, he's done absolutely nothing for my gaydar. I reckon he's as straight as a die. He's an adolescent like us with hormones speeding round his body and was out for experience and a good time like any kid on holiday away from his parents, but only time will answer that question."
"To change the subject, did you notice what was special about Jack?" said William.
"He's circumcised. I've never seen a real live cut boy before. He's not easy to jerk off."
"Spot on, but did you notice anything else?" Toby looked blank. "You know when people use the letters d and b, then join them at the top with an O with an I in it to represent an erect cock?"
"Like in graffiti?"
"Yeah, that sort of thing. Well, when he had a stiffie, his balls were tight, but separate and look just like that."
"William, you're a funny little chap at times, but I love you," and Toby pulled him into a hug and kissed his cheek just as the stewardess was trying to put down their tables and serve an early lunch.
Back outside College forty tired, sweaty and happy boys disembarked from the coach into their parents' care. William, Toby and Kieran sought out Mr Bridgeman and Olaf to say thank you and goodbye.
"See you next term," said Mr Bridgeman.
"See you on Monday?" said Olaf.
"Not me," said Toby.
"We'll be there," replied Kieran, putting his arm round William's shoulder and pulling him in to himself.
The End
My thanks to him who shall not be named for winkling out the typos and inconsistencies I had missed. NF
© N Fourbois 2011
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