The Apprentice
by and © N Fourbois
Chapter 23
Orlando and Kieran were chatting about the film while making their way home, little fingers entwined. There was still a glow in the north-western sky.
"I thought it was interesting to see how they made the principals up to look older at the end," said Orlando.
"Yeah, that was weird. I think they were beginning to have difficulty making Harry look young with that five o'clock shadow on his neck." Gradually their minds were turning away from the film towards the great adventure to come that night. They knew it was going to be mechanical and experimental and as far away from making love as it could be. Orlando accepted that the younger Kieran had become the craftsman while he, Orlando, was in effect the apprentice. They had already agreed that they would be taking the 'enema route'.
"I'm not letting a rubber skin come between you and me in something so emotionally important as this," Orlando had stated earlier in the day and had already volunteered to be the bottom in their first act of coïtus. In his heart of hearts he knew there might be difficulties when he came to top Kieran and he did not want to let them spoil the occasion.
On their arriving home, the first priority was the enema. From his practice session in Eric's flat Kieran knew it could remove any romantic inclination before they got that far. The dirty deed done, (is dirty the right word in this context?) the boys went back downstairs and Kieran made some ham, lettuce and tomato sandwiches which the boys consumed along with cocoa in the sitting room, taking care lest Mrs Crater's vacuum should detect any crumbs on the carpet as she prepared for the return of Mr and Mrs Williams.
When they had finished, Kieran kicked off his trainers and pulled off his socks. Orlando copied his example. Then Kieran lay lengthwise on the sofa, his legs across Orlando's body. They could sense the throb in Orlando's groin. Kieran leant over to kiss his friend. One by one an item of clothing was insouciantly cast across the room as if some invisible game of strip poker were in progress. Down to their undies they removed themselves to Kieran's bedroom and continued their activities on his bed until they felt ready to take their lovemaking that one step further. Kieran had put everything ready, including spare towels. He had already been fingering Orlando's butthole. It just needed the addition of the gel. The cold did not shock him so much as it had earlier. While Kieran was still fingering him, Orlando called out
"Is it in yet?"
"No. We're still at the finger stage." Kieran got him to turn on the bed, he lubed his own burgeoning cock, knelt behind him, lined it up and prepared to go in, gently, but firmly. When he finally took the plunge, Orlando exclaimed an 'aaah' of pleasure. His sphincter had accepted Kieran's cock without any resistance. Now his prostate was certainly in no doubt it was in.
Lying side by side under the duvet, an arm round each other, they were kissing and talking, their hands caressing in search of the sensitive parts of their partner's body.
"Kieran, you were fantastic. I didn't expect to come."
"It was your prostate gland caused that. It's very sensitive to being stroked. I didn't expect my spunk to come dripping out of your hole. I thought it would all somehow stay in there." They kissed again and in the time honoured tradition rolled over and fell asleep.
It had long been light when they woke, but since it was Sunday morning, it didn't matter. Kieran leaned across and longingly kissed his friend who reacted immediately. Their writhings eventually led to Kieran rolling over on top of Orlando. Their hungry pricks ground together, but Kieran's knew what his wanted and Orlando knew what he wanted his friend's to do.
"Raise your butt a bit," said Kieran. "No, it's not going to go. Put your legs over my shoulders. That's better." Kieran lowered himself and probed with his cock. "That's better." It slipped into Orlando's hole, still moist and lubed from the previous night's activities. Kieran laid himself on top of Orlando and felt his stiff dick hot against his body. He gave Orlando a deep kiss. They both felt they were in the highest state of contentment.
The boys decided to skip breakfast as it was so late. Kieran wanted to cook lunch and he had taken the steak out of the freezer a long time earlier. It would be thoroughly thawed out and ready for seasoning when they wanted to cook it. He got the vegetables ready. Cooking would take a little longer for they would have to wait for the potatoes. He didn't want to get the chip pan out. Too much trouble with all the oil, and it was after all Sunday, a day of rest.
The boys went out into the garden and kicked a football around, but that lasted only a few minutes until they sat down on the patio and Kieran went to make some more coffee. He had been watching Orlando and noticed that he was walking properly and sitting quite comfortably. 'Hmm, that's one myth destroyed,' he thought to himself.
"Did you enjoy last night, Orlando?"
"That was something different. Wouldn't have missed it for the world. I think I'd be quite content to remain a bottom."
"Wait until tonight before coming to any rash conclusions." They heard a cough, the 'ahem' clearing throat type of cough, from the next door garden. They both drew in their breath suddenly, put their fingers over their mouth in an exaggerated fashion and looked at one another, then giggled.
"They shouldn't be listening. More coffee, Orlando?"
After lunch Orlando and Kieran decided they would walk to the park. There might by chance be a casual game of soccer on - Shirts versus Skins. There was, and a bench free. They took the long way home round the ornamental lake. This time they had brought some bread with them to feed the ducks. Back home they decided they would have tea in the garden. This time Orlando made the sandwiches while Kieran went upstairs to 'freshen up' before their night time jollifications. They followed this with a game of Scrabble which took them up to bedtime.
As they went upstairs, Kieran could not deny a little trepidation and hoped that his body language was not communicating it to Orlando. In his more logical moments Kieran realised that Orlando's dick could not have a girth much greater than the training plug he had used and which Eric had wisely selected for him. However, he was not going into this cold and the boys climbed onto the bed for a thorough session of foreplay. When the time came for them to commit the dirty deed Orlando slipped into Kieran's hole with scarcely a jolt and he suddenly wondered what he had been worrying about. It felt a thousand times better than the butt plug, softer, warmer, more responsive, and he just let Orlando take control until they had both climaxed.
Monday morning came too soon.
"Seven twenty-five," Kieran said quietly to himself as he rolled away from Orlando and looked at his alarm clock. 'Let's see,' he thought. 'Mrs Crater will be in at nine. Orlando's got to valet his uniform, then be at work for eleven. Still time for some fun.' At that moment Orlando woke and on opening his eyes Kieran's face was the first thing he saw. He smiled.
"You were superb, Kieran," he smiled.
"You weren't so bad yourself," grinned Kieran. "Do you want to try it again?" Orlando nodded
"Spoon your body into me. That's right." Kieran could feel Orlando's weapon expanding along his crevice with minimal increase in length. He reached behind and with his hands parted his cheeks. It took Orlando just seconds to find the spot and he was in like a ferret down a rabbit hole. "Lift your leg a bit. That's it. Perfect," said Kieran as he started pumping slowly.
Orlando had just pulled out when the house phone rang.
"Oh bugger! What sort of time is this to telephone? I'd better answer it. It might be somebody important." Kieran jumped out of bed, grabbed a towel, wiped Orlando's excess seed off his bottom cheeks and ran downstairs. Orlando could hear half of the conversation.
"Hallo. ‹pause› Hallo, Mum. This is a surprise."
«We didn't get you out of bed, did we?»
"Well, yes actually. Just say it's a good job we're not on skype."
«We finished our business early and managed to rebook on an earlier flight. We're just waiting for our luggage at the carousel at the airport and we'll be home in an hour, hour and a half at the most.»
"What! We haven't cleared up yet after that rave we had last night."
«Don't worry, dear. I'm sure Mrs Crater will cope with that.»
"It's all right. I'm just joking."
«I know. So am I.»
"See you soon. Love ya."
«Love you too.» Kieran put the phone down.
"Was it someone important?" asked Orlando when Kieran got back to his room.
"Yes, Mum. They're coming back early... in an hour or so in fact." Kieran's dick had shrivelled, not from cold, but from the fear that they might have been caught in the middle of some excellent sex.
"Good job she didn't call ten minutes earlier," said Orlando. "It would have ruined a jolly good fuck. I suppose I'd better get dressed, pack my things and get going."
"No you jolly well don't. They'll want to meet you... and I want you to meet them. What we must do is get showered and dressed and clear up any telltale signs. I think I disposed of those French letters properly and everything else goes into my safe, including that memory stick. We'll get the bedding into the washing machine straightaway. That'll be one less thing to worry about."
"What else have you got to worry about?"
"This is the first time I've seen Mum and Dad since I came out. Also we still have the school thing to talk through. At least they'll have had plenty of time to calm down, and to talk amongst themselves."
The boys had just managed to wash up the tea things from the previous evening. The milk was soaking into the muesli and the kettle had just boiled.
"Like it or not, it's going to be teabags in a mug. I'm not too worried about Mum because she went through the coming out experience with Eric and she's okay with that. Sometimes I think that with Dad it's part of the 'for better or for worse' bit of marriage - implication it's part of the 'for worse' bit, but he does tend to keep his own counsel on in-law matters."
At that moment they heard a car draw up on the drive.
"Change of plan: teabags in a teapot." Kieran went to open the front door and his mother came to give him a great big hug. His father brought his briefcase in and said that the rest of the luggage could wait. He hugged Kieran too.
"I'm glad you came home early," said Kieran "because you can meet Orlando. Otherwise you would have had to wait until the weekend." He led his parents into the kitchen where Orlando was introduced.
"I'm just brewing a pot of tea," he said. "Would you like a cup?" He had passed the first stage of the test.
With breakfast over Dean took Kieran on one side while Orlando continued talking to Colleen.
"It's all right, Dad. He's got to be at work by eleven. He just needs to press his uniform before going."
"That's all right," said Dean. "We're both perfectly okay with Orlando. We're pleased we could meet him. We feel more comfortable now. I take it you've got no plans for today then."
"Only the gym with Eric this evening." The doorbell rang and Mrs Crater walked in. She said a fleeting hello to Dean and Kieran as she passed the living room and carried on to the kitchen.
"We'll get the luggage in. Your mother and I want a bit of a rest after the early flight. We'll go out for lunch, then this afternoon we'll talk through the school business for an hour or so and then I want to go into the office and make sure they're getting on with these new orders we've got. Does that fit in with your plans okay?"
"Yeah, fine. I'll probably walk into town with Orlando. We've still got things to talk about."
"C'mon then. The sooner we rescue him from your mother's clutches, the sooner she can brief Mrs Crater..."
"Or debrief her."
"And the sooner I can get her to rest."
"Orlando," Kieran called out. "We're shifting cases."
Orlando looked as smart and as sexy as ever in his freshly valeted Domino's uniform. Kieran was proud to be walking alongside him.
"When are we going to see each other again?" enquired Orlando plaintively.
"Next weekend," said Kieran with a tone of certainty. "And I think you'll be able to stop over, but I'll have to talk to Mum first and we might be a bit restricted, if you know what I mean." Unfortunately he did.
"You're okay after last night?"
"And this morning?" Kieran grinned.
"No brontosaurus?"
"No, I'm fine."
"And you're walking fine too."
"I'll have to call you the gentle giant," Kieran said with a giggle. "Look, I'm not coming all the way to Domino's if those man eaters are going to be there."
"What? Dolores and Charlene? It's okay. You'll be safe. They're on lates this week."
"Why doesn't your shift change?"
"Because at the moment I've volunteered for up to twelve hour shifts so that I can keep the weekends free. We're not supposed to work more than forty-eight hours a week by law, but there are ways around it and also you're supposed to subtract rest breaks from the twelve hours, which brings the shift down to eleven, plus anything over forty hours you go onto the higher rate and if you do twelve hour shifts they feed you free, which is okay as long as you like pizza and ice cream. It's complicated and pretty near the minimum wage. Fortunately I haven't earnt enough yet to pay income tax."
Suddenly they'd arrived at Domino's. Kieran gave Orlando a quick kiss. He took his backpack off so that Kieran could give him a proper hug.
"Thanks for everything this weekend," whispered Orlando.
"Including the sex?"
"Especially the sex."
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