by and © N Fourbois
"Let's go and buy your lycras," said Kieran. "Then we can go for a burger and that's lunch dealt with. Have you got enough cash on you?"
"It's all right. I've got a card." The boys went into an independent sports outfitter. In his youth the proprietor had been a prominent and popular player in the local rugby team and the town dwellers preferred to support him rather than the national chains. Often his prices were better.
William stated what he was looking for. The assistant measured his waist and took him across to a corner of the shop.
"Now we have three colours - white, black and blue. It depends what you want them for, but we recommend the heavy gauge for rugby, say, and the lighter gauge for athletics or gymnastics."
"How much are they?" asked William. The assistant told him. "What do you think, Kieran?" Kieran told him.
"That's what I'll do," William replied. "One black pair, heavyweight, and one white pair, lightweight, please." The sales assistant put them into a plastic carrier and dealt with William's card. The boys happily went off to Burger Star.
Once they were seated and munching their way through double whopper burgers with cheese, bacon and salad, plus a portion of fries each, Kieran asked
"William, why were you so interested in me and Orlando earlier?"
"Well, in the few quiet moments I've had when you have not actually been molesting me..."
"Ooh, William McLarney, go and wash your mouth out with soap and water. It's the opposite way round, if anything."
"It's okay, Kieran. Only joking," grinned William. "Anyway, I've been thinking. I need a special friend, one whose back I can watch and who will watch mine, one I can teach all the things to you have taught me ..."
"So you're not thinking of me," said Kieran both boldly and relieved.
"Well, no. Don't get me wrong. I'd love to have you as my boyfriend, but in eighteen months' time we'll have the 'Orlando situation' again." 'This is one remarkable boy,' thought Kieran, 'but there again he must have seen enough hurt in his life, what with his father leaving, then the father's boyfriend easing him out, followed by his mother's not so secret lover. No wonder he was looking for stability, which he was getting more from his school than his family, though I suppose his mother is doing her best.' "Why aren't you and Bastion boyfriends?" That question really did hit Kieran and he trod warily in his reaction.
"How do you know he's gay and wants a boyfriend for a start?"
"Kieran, are you blind or just plain thick?" William almost shouted it across the room and the people in the diner certainly stopped eating and talking and looked round. Kieran and William were too engrossed in their conversation to notice. "First of all, Toby said he's gay and he's never wrong. He's got this thing... what do you call it? Gaydar. Then haven't you noticed how he behaves around you? His tongue's practically hanging out. He's begging for it." Kieran hadn't noticed. He thought the night he'd spent with Jack had been pure coincidence, a one-off, and that they'd just remain what they were - best schoolmates. He didn't even acknowledge to William that they'd done stuff together. "Then there's Toby."
"How do you mean?" asked Kieran.
"He's dead jealous that I'm getting serviced by you. He's trying to work out how to get a bit of the action."
"You haven't been talking to him about us?" said Kieran indignantly.
"I didn't have to. You're such a noisy lover. Remember those study cubicles have got no ceilings."
The boys finished their burgers and shakes, then decided to make their way home, via the square, just in case the scene had changed, but it hadn't. Kieran had a lot to think about. Maybe he hadn't been keeping his eyes open. 'So Jack Bastion fancies me,' Kieran thought. 'I could do worse.'
The walk home was largely in silence. Even with boys there were times when they ran out of conversation. Kieran was thinking and the word manipulative was figuring large in his head. By the end of the week William would be in possession of full carnal knowledge of Kieran and armed with that he was looking to take Toby. At least that would be healthier, a boyfriend of his own age, and if Jack really did fancy him, Kieran would have no shortage of sex. That was another thing he was beginning to realise. He had gone far beyond the stage when a quick hand job in bed by himself was enough to satisfy him. He knew William, and yet he didn't know him. There were depths to the boy he hadn't fathomed. 'Has he been using me and once he's finished, he's going to cast me off like a used jonny and go on to his next victim? Is he just promiscuous by nature and can't help going from one partner to the next? Is he truly concerned that he can't have a permanent and fulfilling relationship with me and so is trying to do the best for all parties concerned under the circumstances?' Kieran thought. Perhaps William would talk more over the next couple of days and all would become clear to Kieran. 'Let's face it, he's not fourteen yet and here am I treating him as an equal, as an adult even, and I'm not completely sorted out myself.'
When Kieran and William arrived home, William said "I must go up and see whether my new shorts fit."
"Then I must go and fetch my camera," was Kieran's reply. The white ones were a perfect fit. Kieran explained to him how he liked to wear his lycras and William adjusted himself accordingly. With all the flashing going on, it was a good job that Kieran had not forgotten to charge the camera's battery overnight. William then tried the black pair. Entirely different. A good fit, yes, but they suppressed everything, or compressed to use the technical term. The similar garments had two different purposes.
"I can see why these are popular with rugby players now," he said. It would be very difficult to grab hold of anything in the rucks and scrums. Feels good too, so tight."
"Are you okay with the plug, William?"
"I could take it for longer, if I had to, but I wouldn't mind taking it out."
"That's okay. It should have done its job by now. Come into my room and get your shorts off."
"I bet you say that to all the boys," said William cheekily. Kieran put on some latex gloves and withdrew the foreign object from William's bottom, making sure the condom remained in place.
"This is what I wanted to show you. See all the little lumps and specks?" William nodded. "They're errant pieces of faeces and that's why it's best to use a condom, unless you really clean out with an enema first. Let's get rid of this revolting thing." Kieran removed the condom, and deposited it in a Tesco carrier bag along with the gloves and tied a knot in the bag. "I reckon tonight's the night, William, unless your bum's feeling sore."
"No, oddly it's feeling great. With or without enema?"
"It's up to you, but I would suggest with. Two reasons. You've got to learn how to do it as part of your course and it's far more romantic if you don't have to stop in the middle of your lovemaking to fiddle around with a condom."
"What about lubing up?"
"You can do that beforehand or make it part of your lovemaking. Have you got the key for this thing?' asked Kieran, rattling his cage.
"Ooh, I've forgotten where I left it," teased William.
"Oh dear," replied Kieran. "That means no sex tonight, or if the key takes too long to turn up, iced water from the fridge for the enema."
"Ah! I've just remembered where I put it," with which William went off to his room to look for his jockstrap.
On Thursday morning Kieran and William woke with the alarm. Kieran had set it, fearing that they might sleep in and be discovered by Mrs Crater. They also wanted time to tidy away any little clues to the adventures they had enjoyed the previous night and in the early hours of the morning. They were sitting over breakfast before they had a chance to talk to each other.
"So how do you feel now you're no longer a bottom virgin, William?"
"Great. I've got a little ache in my bum, but it's no problem. It's almost pleasant."
"In time you won't get that feeling any more, unless perhaps you take an extra large prick, but despite the photos you see, you won't come across many of them."
"I was surprised that you made me shoot my load. I wasn't expecting that."
"Well, with Orlando I got quite a bit of practice in at that. It's just learning how to stimulate your prostate gland."
"And the other thing that surprised me too when you started licking my bottom."
"That's called rimming, another technical term you need to learn, and it's quite cool when you know your partner's bottom is clean. Another reason for an enema and when your partner's spunk comes back out of your hole and he licks it up, that is known as cream pie. By the way, it's terribly bad form to fart when your partner's rimming you, although some couples do like that, I have to admit, but then some couples regularly pee and crap on each other."
"They really do that to one another?"
"So they tell me and I'm sure you'll find pictures on the web if you really want to know. Google scatology, if you're interested."
"No thank you. I'll take you word for it. I wish you hadn't told me that," said William as he scooped out a large dob of Nutella from the jar with his knife and smeared it across another slice of buttered toast. "I liked it much better the second time when you did it lying on top of me."
"That's not always easy, not until you get used to one another. That's called the missionary position. The first time was doggy fashion. That's the beginners' position, probably because it's the easiest."
"So are you going to let me do you next time?"
"If you want to, but I'll tell you now, William. You're going to make a bloody good bottom with practice. You could bottom for England." Praise indeed. Or was it flattery?
At that moment they heard the combination of the doorbell, the turn of a key in the latch and the call of 'It's only me'. Mrs Crater had arrived.
"Good morning, Kieran, good morning, William. Did you sleep well, you two boys?" 'I swear she knows something,' Kieran thought to himself. The boys stacked their crockery and cutlery in the dishwasher.
"We're off to make our beds," said Kieran, emphasising the plural. "Then we're going for a session at the gym. We'll see you when we get back, Mrs Crater." At that the boys disappeared upstairs.
"What shall I wear to the gym?" asked William.
"What you're wearing now will do nicely."
"What, they let you work out in jeans?"
"Oh no. We take our kit and get changed there. Two reasons for that. The first is what Mr Bridgeman I'm sure would call 'best practice' and the second one is that you'd miss out on the fun in the locker room."
"What sort of fun?"
"C'mon, William, sharpen up. It's like the changing room and showers at College, but with different people. Uncle Eric and I always go on Mondays because it's gentlemen's evening. That tends to attract a certain kind of clientele and we're part of that clientele." Kieran and William exchanged knowing smiles. "Now we use a certain routine for changing. We get undressed quickly, completely undressed that is, of course, and we get dressed slowly and try to attract an audience. It's all part of the fun. Of course, you always get the occasional old perve, but then, what are we if we're not young perves? Because it's half term the men's locker room might be quite entertaining." Another lascivious grin. "If Mr Bridgeman does take you further in your gymnastics, you'll have to get used to changing together. It's all part of the camaraderie and besides, what have you got to be afraid of?"
"The other perves," replied William with a giggle.
William made his bed and both boys got their kit together.
"I hope you're going to wear your leotard."
"Comp top," contradicted William. "Girlies wear leotards. What else?"
"Your white shorts."
"I didn't mean it like that. What would I wear other than my leo... I mean comp top. There! You see you've got me at it now."
"But no lycras, okay?"
"What about you?"
"Oh, my usual gym kit."
"Wait and see. I think you'll approve. By the way, speedos. We can finish off with a swim."
"See you later, Mrs Crater," the boys cried out as they went through to the garage to fetch the bikes. They got to the gym about nine for a nine thirty session. Kieran booked William in and after changing they went to look for Olaf. They soon found him. Today he was dressed in his customary one-piece, but today's had an interesting design. It was basically red and black, but added to the pattern was a white stripe, more precisely white beading, which from the back automatically led the eye to his butt, while from the front it led the eye to the scarlet crotch. Both boys' eyes were out on stalks. Kieran introduced William to him, saying
"Olaf's my personal trainer." He explained afterwards that he was also everybody else's personal trainer. Kieran could tell from the look on Olaf's face that he was impressed with William, and that was before he'd done any work. Was this gaydar at work?
"Aren't those the College colours on your comp top, William?" said Olaf.
"That's right," answered William. "We both go there," he said looking at Kieran.
"I didn't know. I don't suppose you know my friend Mr Bridgeman?"
"Why, yes," said William. "He's our PE master." William and Kieran exchanged knowing glances.
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