The Apprentice
by and © N Fourbois
Chapter 36
At last it was the Friday before half term. The atmosphere was different, demob happy. Kieran missed Jack. He'd received special permission to miss school that day to fly out to Tenerife with his parents. On arrival at school Toby looked lost without him. He was chatting with William. Kieran said good morning to the pair of them and felt horny the instant he saw them.
"Oh, by the way how did your PE lesson go?"
"Fine," said Toby.
"Mr Bridgeman has stopped supervising the showers now," added William. "Nothing more's been said." He followed Kieran into his study and closed the door. Kieran was subconsciously checking William out. He gave him a pound coin, his week's tip. The boner he was nursing in his briefs was relentless. He could feel it oozing precum. William couldn't keep his eyes off him, either.
"There won't be anything to do tonight. I gather everybody goes straight home."
"That's right," replied William. "I'll see you tomorrow morning then."
"Okay, that's fine," confirmed Kieran who, in the midst of his hormone storm, completely ignored the fact that tomorrow was not only Saturday, but half term as well. William collected Toby and they went off to registration.
"My god," said William, "I couldn't tear my eyes away. He had this huge boner poking out in his trousers, and he couldn't stop checking me out, either."
"I've obviously got some work to do on Jack after half term," said Toby. "I'm sure there's some mileage there." They'd reached their tutor room.
Saturday morning nine o'clock and Kieran was feeling rather down. 'What am I going to do today?' he thought. 'Apart from wanking myself silly. I'm little Johnnie Nomates. Everyone's off doing things. Eric's off playing away this weekend. Even Mrs Crater doesn't come in over the weekend. I hope he keeps safe... and that old banger of a car doesn't break down. There are only so many computer games I can play, so many runs I can go on. I won't get into the gym on a Saturday without having booked days ahead. Oh, god, I'm going back to bed.' He didn't, though. He pulled back the curtains. Typical dull autumn day, damp without any rain, leaves all over the road and gardens. He climbed into the shower, washed his hair, scrubbed his armpits, made sure his private parts back and front were clean - after all, they needed to be kept hygienic and in good working order even without any prospect of using them. 'Why didn't I ask if I could go to Tenerife with the Bastions? I'm sure Jack would have been keen to have me and I've got enough in my bank account to pay my own way.' He giggled at the thought of Jack having him, though he hadn't meant it in that way. 'And Mum and Dad would probably have paid if I'd played on their consciences.' But Kieran wasn't that kind of person.
He dried himself off in front of the full length mirror on the sliding door of his inbuilt wardrobe which he called his closet, not in any deference to speakers of Transatlantic English, but in a twisted way to emphasise that he was out of it. 'You know, you're quite a handsome guy. I understand what Mum meant the other night. I could quite fancy you myself. Olaf was right the other night. I do need to shave that chest hair. No sign of any armpit hair yet and I don't think I want any. Come to think of it Dad hasn't any either. P'raps I'll be lucky.' He looked at his pubes. There was the promise of a treasure trail to come. 'I think I'll like that.' His pubes were growing back. They were at the 'designer stubble' stage. 'I like that. Fully shaved showed off my equipment nicely, but looked... well... a bit prepubescent despite size and designer stubble sets it off nicely anyway.' He liked his belly button. It was neat. He tried to look at his bum. 'I need another full length mirror really.' Just add a suntan now. Lucky old Jack. He cupped his hand round his balls. He loved feeling how heavy they were, but doing so set his dick off and made it swell. He let it do so without any help from his other hand. He watched closely as his foreskin slowly peeled back. His glans was dark red and shining. It looked wet, but was in fact quite dry apart from a small globule of precum. As had become a habit, he scooped it up with his courting finger and savoured it on the tip of his tongue. His stomach rumbled. It reminded him he was hungry and he immediately forgot his libido.
Kieran quickly got dressed, zipped up an old pair of black trousers, left over from his St Sergius's uniform and pulled a polo shirt over his head, grabbed a clean pair of white socks and put on the first pair of trainers he laid his hands on. He went downstairs, drew the curtains back and opened the small windows to let some fresh air in. He switched Radio 1 on, then immediately retuned to BBC 6. 'Okay, it's Saturday, I've got nothing better to do and I'm starving and so it's a full fried.' He got what he wanted out of the fridge and larder and laid it on the kitchen table: sausages, eggs, bacon, bread for frying, baked beans, tomatoes, no black pudding - too unhealthy, no hash brown potatoes - too foreign. Then he heard a ring at the front door. 'Mmm, postman's early today.' He opened it. His jaw dropped. You could hear it clang on the floor. There standing in front of him was William McLarney.
"Good god, you were the last person I was expecting. You'd better come in."
"Hi, Kieran. I'll just lock up my cycle."
"We'll put it in the garage. It'll be safer there." He took off his cycle helmet and hung it over the handlebars, followed Kieran and via the garage eventually arrived in the kitchen. Kieran was feeling more cheerful already. "Well this is a pleasant surprise."
"Don't you remember I said I was coming yesterday morning and you said 'Okay, that's fine'?" Kieran ran the events of the previous morning through his head.
"So I did. How silly of me. How could I forget such an important event? Anyway, I got up late and I'm just making breakfast. Would you like some?" William looked at all the ingredients on the table.
"Cor, wouldn't I. I've only had a couple of slices of toast. A cock up on the food front. We couldn't do the Morrison's run last night and the cupboard was rather bare this morning. We've got to do it tonight when Mum gets home from work."
"Then you can help me make it. A little more exciting than dusting my study, eh?" William nodded. "Take your anorak off and wash your hands." Kieran took some more stuff out of the fridge.
"What would you like me to do?"
"If I tell you where the things are, set the table and make the tea."
"Okay. I'm quite used to this. I have to help Mum at home."
The two lads quickly got to work and soon they were tucking in to a hearty breakfast. William was too hungry to talk. Kieran thought to himself 'What am I doing? Not only am I entertaining a junior boy I fancy unchaperoned in my home, but I'm treating him as an equal, as a brother, as a lifelong friend the same age. And what if something happens?'
"It doesn't matter," said William. That tore Kieran out of his thoughts.
"What?"
"It doesn't matter." 'It doesn't matter if something happens,' Kieran repeated in his head.
"I asked if I could have some more toast," said William, "but you were miles away and didn't seem to hear me."
"Sorry, William. I was miles away. I couldn't have heard you. Of course you can have some more toast and put some bread in the toaster for me too." William thought he should feel uncomfortable, but as far as his own well-being was concerned everything was perfect.
After they'd finished eating, William took everything over to the sink, while Kieran rinsed it off and stacked it in the dishwasher.
"Hey, William, would you like to see my room?" 'What am I doing?' Kieran said to himself, but couldn't do anything to help himself.
"Wicked." Kieran took him up to his room. The first thing he remembered was that he hadn't made his bed. Too late.
"Tut tut, who's been a naughty boy?" giggled William as he pointed to a deep stain on the white undersheet. Kieran blushed and didn't know where to put himself. "It's all right. Mum told me off about that last night and said I've got to do it in a tissue in future and flush it down the loo. Hey, that's a great poster over your bed. It looks like you... oh! It is you. It's been made from that photograph on your desk at school. What's his name?"
"Orlando."
"That's a nice name. I'd like to be called Orlando." 'If this isn't verbal tarting,' thought Kieran, 'what is?' "Oh, there's that picture again, but an enlargement this time. You must have loved him."
"I did," Kieran intoned automatically.
"Why did you split?"
"He went off to university and we decided that our life paths were probably not going to cross again. So we peacefully went our own ways." William covered up Kieran's bed with the duvet, kicked off his trainers and lay on it staring at him.
"You're doing it again, Kieran."
"What?"
"Checking me out."
"Why are you wearing your school trousers, William?"
"Because you like them and because they've got to go to the cleaners tonight. They should have gone last night." William paused, then smiled. "You can have a look. I really don't mind. I'd like you to." Kieran blushed. He believed he was fully in control of his thoughts, actions and passions, but this was Kieran being seduced. He was helpless, but was the only one that didn't realise it.
William got up off the bed and slowly walked across to Kieran who was sitting in his executive swivel chair. William lifted up his tee shirt and displayed his flat stomach and his belly button.
"Go on. I want you to." Kieran was not only marvelling at the shape of William's trousers, but also trying work out what made them that shape. He slowly undid the clasp, then the zip. They gradually slipped down over his bottom without any help and landed at his ankles. He took a sharp intake of breath as he absorbed what he was observing. William was wearing a pair of brilliant white briefs, rather a slip with a wide blue waistband. The generous pouch was filled by his balls, just by his balls which showed through separately. His dick was held horizontally against his body and pointed, unusually, to his right. It was narrow, but long and ended clearly in a snake's head shaped glans. Kieran bent forward and kissed it. He felt it twitch. He couldn't stop. He knelt in front of William, eased his briefs over the stiffening cock, helped him to step out of his trousers and underwear and took the snake's head in his mouth.
Time had passed. The boys were now lying together on Kieran's bed, Kieran still dressed apart from his trainers, William just wearing his socks and tee shirt. He looked up at Kieran.
"Did you enjoy that?" Kieran made a humming noise and nodded.
"Did you enjoy it?"
"And how. No one's ever sucked me before. Funny how they call it a blow job when you suck." They lay there with an arm around one another, barely talking.
"Next time all your clothes come off. I want to see everything."
"No, next time all your clothes come off and I'm taking them off," and as William said that he threw off his tee shirt and socks. Kieran admired what he saw, then picked up his socks and sniffed them.
"Do you always sniff people's socks?"
"Only if they belong to someone who's beautiful... and I like smelling their tee shirts and undies."
"Yeuk!"
"Don't knock it until you try it. It can be a real turn on." William looked Kieran in the face and with a serious look on his face said
"Don't forget we struck a bargain. I get to find out what your trousers are hiding. Not now. I've waited all these weeks and anyway, I don't feel horny any more, but guess what."
"What?"
"I do feel absolutely starving again. Have you to anything to eat?"
"As you evidently don't want to eat my cock at this moment, we'd better go and raid the freezer." They both giggled.
William quickly put his clothes back on, slowing down only to arrange his tackle carefully in order to titillate and tease.
"Do you like burgers, William?"
"Sure. We're going to MacDonald's?"
"Better than that." Kieran picked up his mobile and used the memory to dial. "Anything in particular?"
"I'll have what you're having as long as it's not a veggie burger." There was a reply at the other end. Kieran ordered.
"Twenty minutes? That's fine." Kieran cut the call. "That was Burger Star. It's a small independent company with an outlet... ugh! I mean a shop just round the corner and I think once you've tasted their burgers you won't be rushing back to the multinationals."
It was in fact twenty-five minutes before there was a ring at the door.
"William, come along with me while I get this."
"Why do you need me?"
"Don't argue. I'll tell you in a minute." Kieran opened the front door with William standing by him. The young man standing there looked cute in his Burger Star uniform, despite wearing an anorak over it. His face beamed as he handed over the goodies. Kieran paid him and made up the money to a round sum as a tip and watched him as he walked down the drive. "Now, Master William, in my limited experience Burger Star has never sent a delivery boy who is not cute bearing on hot. In fact I know the manager there is gay since he only employs the prettiest of youths. Actually I don't think there's a girl on the premises and so it's always worth ordering from them because, although it's not on the menu, you always get added eye candy. You must be prepared to learn from an old codger like me." William laughed, but had to agree that he would have missed out if he hadn't gone to the door with Kieran.
"I noticed he was checking me out."
"That's another lesson you have to learn, dear boy. All the time you wear those trousers and remain as good looking as you are, people are going to check you out."
"Do you fancy me or something?"
"Get real, boy. After what we were doing this morning and with what I hope we'll be doing this afternoon, of course I bloody well fancy you."
"I know. Only teasing you and I love hearing you say it."
"Do you fancy me?"
"I hope to be able to give you a firm answer to that question this afternoon before I go home," replied William in a pompous tone, hoping to wind up Kieran even more, but at that moment food was definitely more important than sex.
William had warmed the plates and put the cutlery on the table. Kieran unpacked the burgers.
"Chocolate or butterscotch shake?"
"Strawberry, please." Kieran passed him the chocolate one and William cheekily stuck out his tongue.
"I'll teach you to stick out your tongue, young man," warned Kieran with a sly grin. "Later." He put the little sachets of various relishes on the table and the boys got stuck in.
While they were eating they talked about their families. Kieran knew about William's father from a previous conversation. His mother knew William was gay in the way that mothers do about their sons. He talked about some of the things he'd got up to at prep school and that's why he knew he was gay. He hadn't exactly come out. It was general knowledge among his schoolmates there and it seemed to be no big deal now at College. When he found out that Toby was gay, then that Jack was and at some time in between it became clear to him that Kieran was, it all seemed part of the natural order of things in College and that was it. They got on to talking about Kieran, in particular what had happened at his last school, how he'd come to be at College, how his uncle who was only a few years older than him had had to look after him while his parents were abroad. That naturally led on the topic of Kieran's apprenticeship.
"So you actually had an apprenticeship in being queer..."
"Gay, please," countered Kieran. "Queer is such a harsh, unfriendly word, homosexual so cold and official."
"So your Uncle Eric put you like through a course of lessons..."
"As it were would be better than like, William. You're a College boy, not some budding Vicky Pollard." William felt that Kieran might be putting him in his place after the tongue incident, but that could not be further from the truth. Outside school and particularly in Kieran's home they were equals. He simply did not know Kieran well enough to appreciate that he intensely disliked sloppy language, which was inextricably bound with sloppy thought. However, William was a thoughtful boy and over the next few moments he may have eaten in silence, but the brain was in overdrive. Finally he did speak.
"Kieran, would you be willing to put me through an apprenticeship on how to be gay? Properly, I mean."
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