The Apprentice
by and © N Fourbois
Chapter 17
Kieran and Orlando came out of the cinema, pleased to be able to breathe some fresh air. They had behaved themselves in there with nothing more serious than holding hands. Why should they not have concentrated on the film? They were after all going to spend the night together.
"Stammering apart," said Orlando "they did pronounce English in a strange way in those days, and that was supposed to be the posh and correct way of pronouncing it."
"Yes. I've noticed that too," said Kieran. "Do you watch Dad's Army?"
"Sometimes."
"At the beginning of the radio versions they have a news item and the cast list read by John Snagge, who was a top wartime newsreader at the BBC and he's got a very posh accent, but if you listen carefully he mispronounces words. For instance Godfrey is played by Arnold Ridley, or rather 'Godfra' is played by Arnold 'Ridla'." Both boys started to giggle.
"So where are we going to eat?" asked Orlando.
"I thought of the Tandoori Taj Mahal in the High Street," said Kieran "or do you want to get a curry to take home?"
"No thanks, it'll be cold by the time we get it there."
"Not if we get a really hot one,"joked Kieran. They arrived outside the restaurant and peered through the tinted window. The restaurant was about half full (as they were in an optimistic mood that day) and so they went inside where they were greeted by an Indian gentleman complete with turban. He soon seated them at a table in a large alcove where they noticed that two nearby tables were each occupied by male couples.
"You don't think they seat all the gays together, do you?" Kieran whispered.
"We do sometimes in Domino's."
"Is that official policy?"
"Goodness no. We only do that if we're in a naughty mood and if they they're obviously gay. We'd get quite a bollocking for that if someone complained. Mind you, on the plus side they do get very good attention if I serve them and it's led to some fun introductions."
"Did you do that with Eric and me that time?"
"Mmm, might have done, can't really remember."
"Ooh, you fibber."
"You got very good service, though, didn't you? And you still are getting it," he added with a snigger.
"Oh, you can remember that."
"Vaguely. Oh, look at that picture of a tiger on the wall over there." They were interrupted by the waiter, young, short black hair and smartly dressed in dark trousers and a white tunic, who had come to hand them the menu and take their drinks order."
"I think we'd better stick to iced water," said Kieran who knew of the delights to come.
"What do you recommend?"
"Ah, the boot's on the other foot tonight," grinned Kieran.
"'Fraid so. I know my pizzas, but curries just are not my department."
"Okay, I take it a meaty boy like you is not interested in a vegetarian curry and so you have the basic choice of lamb, beef, pork, chicken or fish."
"I know chicken tikka masala."
"But that was invented in Birmingham. You can buy that at the local supermarket. Choose something authentic."
"Okay, I'll go for beef," said Orlando. "That's safe."
"Don't go for beef vindaloo. That's for the advanced diner, not for widows and orphans. It'll burn your arse, not to mention ruining our weekend."
"Oh? We're going that far?"
"I didn't say that. Try a Madras which is on the hotter side, or a korma." After that Kieran caught the couple at one of the other tables pricking up their ears and checking them out, but nothing was said.
"I'll go for a korma."
"I'll have the same. At least we'll smell the same." The other couple stopped talking and looked over at Kieran and Orlando's table. "And don't you dare order chips with it."
The waiter returned with the iced water.
"Are you ready to order?" Kieran took the initiative.
"Two beef kormas, saffron rice and a lazy Sue." Orlando looked puzzled. "You'll see," said Kieran, anticipating the question. While they were waiting, the two lads talked conspiratorially about what Kieran had seen behind Orlando's back while he was ordering. "I think they fancy us," he whispered.
"Ignore them. This is our evening, for just the two of us."
The waiter placed the plates of curry in front of them. Then came the lazy Sue, satisfying Orlando's curiosity. The tray, which turned on an axis, held portions of the various extras that people like to add to a curry such as mango chutney and desiccated coconut. Finally he brought the rice and the poppadams and the boys could get on with their meal. They took their time, finishing after the 'interested' couple had left, thank goodness, and splitting the bill between them, paid up and made their way back to Kieran's house.
It was all in darkness and so they knew that Eric and Julian were still enjoying their candle lit supper, unless of course they were having a snog in the back of Julian's car, but then, unless they were feeling particularly randy, why wouldn't they wait until they got home?
"Would you like something to drink, Orlando?"
"Some more water will do fine, thanks."
"Or I could make a pot of tea? That's Indian and quite acceptable after a curry."
"No, it's okay, thanks. Water will do, preferably with some ice." Orlando followed Kieran into the kitchen and before he could reach the crockery cupboard, Orlando had sneaked up behind him, put his arms round his waist and was kissing his neck. The boys had reached the stage where the curry had opened up their pores and was making them sweat a delightful odour of the spices they had eaten. Orlando savoured the taste of Kieran's skin.
"Put your hands in my pockets," whispered Kieran hoarsely. Orlando did as he was bidden, growing hard himself and pressing his captured and restricted dick against the crevice of Kieran's bottom. He threw out the handkerchief in his left pocket and left a few coins jangling in his right. At first he wriggled the fingers of both hands under Kieran's balls, a more difficult manœuvre in jeans than in ordinary trousers and as he became more familiar with the geography of Kieran's groin he felt for his expanding dick and stroked it with his left hand. Kieran went weak at the knees and nearly fell to the floor, Orlando hoisted him up by the pockets of his 501s, giving him a partial wedgie and making him call out, which put a temporary stop to their foreplay.
"That was gorgeous," cooed Kieran. "I can't wait till we get upstairs."
"Me neither," said Orlando, nuzzling his neck with his lips and his nose before removing his hands from his pockets and releasing him entirely.
They sat in the kitchen for a while sipping their iced water.
"What do want to do now?" Orlando laughed, considering it a silly question.
"I'm waiting for you to fulfil your promise from this morning."
"Which one?"
"To teach me how to enjoy a blowjob."
"Oh, that promise." Kieran made sure everything was tidy before they went up to bed. A powerful mother had instilled that into him. He left a light on in the hall for when Eric and Julian got back. Kieran closed his bedroom door behind them. Orlando went into the bathroom.
"Orlando, don't you dare clean your teeth. I want you natural, beef korma and all."
"It's okay. I'm only taking a slash after drinking all that water. And I'll wash my dick afterwards."
"Okay, fair enough." While he was waiting Kieran pulled back the duvet on his bed and tutted to himself when he saw the mess of spunk stains he and Orlando had left behind. 'Mum would go spare if she saw that lot,' he thought to himself. 'I hope they wash out all right. Still the Surf packet said it can deal with ninety-nine stains and when I read the packet the list included semen. Eric was right about black being a bad choice for bed linen.' Kieran turned down the lighting so that it was very subdued. That improved the situation. Orlando came out of the bathroom just at that moment. He started unbuttoning his Levi's completely and pulling them down. "Hey, what are you doing?" he called out to Orlando.
"You promised me a BJ."
"I know, but you've got to get me in the mood first and undressing you is my job. Get onto the bed." Orlando kicked his trainers off and removed his socks. He was obviously well brought up. Then he climbed onto the right hand side of the double bed and patted the mattress to encourage Kieran to come and lie beside him. Kieran took his trainers off, peeled off his socks, sniffed them, then pinned them together, put them in the linen basket and joined Orlando alongside him.
At first they just lay there talking, as if they were adolescents again in one of those deep meaningful discussions of such importance to those concerned, but irrelevant to an outsider.
"Orlando, have you ever done stuff with a boy whose cock's been circumcised?"
"No, have you?"
"No, but I'd like to just to see what it's like. I wouldn't want to be cut, though. I love my dick the way it is, thank you very much. And I love yours the way it is."
"Ooh, you love my dick, do you?"
"Not just love it, but I adore it."
"Does that mean you love the owner as well?" teased Orlando.
"Mmm, might do. Do you love mine?"
"Mmm, might do," mimicked Orlando. "It's got just enough difference from mine to make it interesting."
"Just enough difference? How much difference do you want?" This was really a rhetorical question for what Orlando gained in girth, Kieran won in length. Orlando's cock had a round helmet type head. Orlando had understated 'difference'. "We ought to do what they do in GY mag," said Kieran.
"What's that?"
"Insert a small ad, something like 'Two homosexual teens invite a third to join them for a long weekend. Must be cut. Apply PO box No 69, c/o GY, etc.'"
"That's not so daft as it sounds," answered Orlando. There's a kid in America - not so much a kid any more - called Amazing Nate who advertises on his website when holiday time's coming up and invites people to tender for his company at their place for free accommodation. He pays for food and incidentals, makes it quite clear that he's a bottom and other bottoms need not apply and he's prepared to fit in with them. He's done it for years. So it must work."
"Bit risky I would have thought."
"He's not a bad looking guy, either. You can google him, if you don't believe me."
"Do you know what?" said Kieran. "All that talk about sex has made me feel randy again. Give me a kiss."
Orlando put his arm round Kieran, pulled him in and covered his mouth with his own lips. Kieran groaned, responding by giving himself. This led on to their helping the other out of their tee shirts.
"I'm ready now," whispered Orlando.
"Go and sit in the armchair." Orlando did as he was told. Kieran took his jeans off and dressed just in his CKs, he knelt in front of him, unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his fly and slipped Orlando's jeans and briefs down over his knees and feet in a single movement. Kieran knew he had something to prove that night.
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