The Apprentice
by and © N Fourbois
Chapter 53
Across town and slightly out into the country another sleep over was happening. William and Toby were buoyed by their win in the U14 B XV. Mr and Mrs Cholmondeley had come to St Sergius's to support the College and so they took the boys back to their home with them. William had his overnight bag, schoolbag and sportsbag as he wouldn't be going home until Monday night after gym. The thought had not occurred to him that he had so readily got permission from his mother because it meant she could spend a weekend with Simon. Yet he was supposed to be the master of manipulation.
As soon as they got back to the Cholmondeleys', Mrs Cholmondeley said to William
"Give me that dirty rugby kit. I'm washing Toby's and so I may as wash yours at the same time. It'll save your mother having to put on a facemask and rubber gloves and use tongs to deal with your kit when it starts to fester." He meekly handed over his kit, dismally failing to conceal his jockstrap. "Don't worry about that, William. I've got two sons and a husband and they all wear them, and they don't shrink away when they see my brassieres." William was taken aback at her openness, but it helped him warm to her. "Okay, Toby, are you going to show William where he's going to sleep?"
"Yes, Mum."
"And change out of those uniforms and bring them down so that I can sort them out for Monday."
"Yes, Mum."
Toby took William upstairs. William was gripping his overnight bag tight lest Mrs Cholmondeley wrested that from him and sorted it out. After all she would not have to dig very deep to discover the 'supplies' that he had received from Kieran in the post. The boys arrived on the landing.
"Now this is our part of the house, Oliver's and mine," he said, letting down the steps. They climbed the ladder which let them into the roof space. It was an odd world William had entered, illuminated by dormer windows and concealed lighting. While open plan, the roof space was clearly divided into three separate sleeping areas. "That's your bed," said Toby, pointing to the middle one. That's Oliver's," he said pointing to the right "and that's mine," he added, pointing at the remaining one. "That's where you'll be sleeping," he added with a giggle. "It's great up here because our parents can't surprise us. You hear them coming and then they have to climb the steps. By the time they do that, you can easily stop or hide what you're doing. By the way there's a shower and toilet just round the corner in that alcove."
William looked around. It was so different and yet it was no different in basics from his own room. The boys started taking off their uniforms. As soon as they were down to their underpants, Toby grabbed William and dragged him onto his bed where they started wrestling. Toby had him pinned under him and they were both getting hard. Toby ground against him. William summoned all his strength and the couple flipped over so that William was on top. They ground crotches again and William leant forward and planted a great big kiss on Toby's lips, followed by a deep throated French one. Toby's body spasmed and he let go of William. Their bodies shifted apart and Toby said
"Look what you've made me do now. My undies are absolutely soaked."
"So-rree, loser," retorted William. "I suppose it had nothing to do with you grabbing me first."
"Who cares? Just you wait till later. I'll make you shoot so much spunk that you won't have any left for the rest of the weekend and I can spend the whole time pounding your arse."
"Yeah, I'd like to see you," said William and they both fell about laughing.
"C'mon," said Toby. "We'd better get these uniforms down to Mum before she starts nagging. I'll have to change my undies first." He slipped his wet briefs off, put them in the laundry bag, fetched a clean pair from the chest of drawers, walked back across the loft and put them on in front of William, making a great ado about tucking his tackle in.
William, still in his undies, said "Hey, stop that, Toby. You're making me get another stiffie, you great tease."
"We'll sort that out later. Get your clothes on."
They took their school uniforms down to Mrs Cholmondely in the kitchen and handed them to her.
"Did you get enough to eat after the match?"
"Not really," said Toby.
"They only gave us squash and biscuits," said William. "Not like College where you at least get something hot like pasty, chips and baked beans."
"So I take it you two are hungry?"
"Ravishing," said Toby.
"I think the word you're looking for is ravenous," corrected Mrs Cholmondeley. Toby looked at William and winked.
"No, Mum. We are ravenous, but we're ravishing as well."
"Pizza, meat pie or bacon butty?"
"You choose, William."
"Bacon butty, please, Mrs Cholmondeley."
"Go and sit down in the living room and I'll give you a call when they're ready."
In the living room they found Mr Cholmondeley reading the newspaper.
"Hi, boys. Did you enjoy your game this morning?"
"Great," said William, "but the other side were a bit dirty. One tried to grab my b... tried to grab me between the legs. He won't be doing that again in a hurry. I stamped on his fingers."
"Are you taught to do that?"
"Of course not," interjected Toby, "but you have to protect yourself."
"You automatically get dropped for two matches if you get sent off," said William.
"Then there's no guarantee that you'll get your place back." Mrs Cholmondeley called the boys into the kitchen.
"Are those bacons butties I can smell?" asked Mr Cholmondeley.
"Sure is, Dad."
"I'm coming with you then."
After consuming two large bacon rolls each and half a large bottle of tomato ketchup, the boys retired to the loft. Toby lay on his bed while William sprawled out in an armchair.
"Hey, William, you know when we were wrestling on the bed?"
"And trying to feel each other's balls..."
"And then you pinned me down and kissed me and that made me come off in my undies?"
"Yeah, why? Want to do it again?"
"Hold on a minute, William. You're way ahead of me. I've never kissed that way before. I've never actually kissed a boy. Somehow boys don't do that sort of thing."
"Gayboys do."
"It felt different from the yeuky kiss you get when your grandma comes to stay."
"It's called a French kiss and you do it with tongues and it makes you go hard and feel all sort of warm and tingly inside and want to do all sorts of sexy things. And that's what made you come off. I'll show you." William kicked off his trainers and jumped onto Toby's bed, took him in his arms and inveigled his tongue through Toby's lips and teeth until it met his tongue. Toby, eyes closed, gave a little groan, relaxed his body and gave himself completely to William whose free hand slowly began to roam over Toby's body, at first above his clothing, then underneath till Toby stopped him and threw off his tee shirt. William felt his nipples, ran his hand down to and round his belly button and farther, under the elastic waistband of his sweats. Toby gulped in air when William reached his balls and started caressing them. Now he was being really manipulative. William helped him off with his sweats and slip, then took advantage of the situation to give him head. Toby tasted sweet rather than salty. William kept his juices in his mouth until he could get into position to French kiss his partner, sharing the produce of Toby's loins. They lay in each other's arms until Toby began to feel chilled. "I think I'd better get some clothes on," he said.
William thoroughly enjoyed his sleep over with Toby. In many ways it was part of the 'getting to know you' process begun at school and after the first night together they certainly knew each other in the Biblical sense. Saturday evening they had gone to the village Guy Fawkes celebrations, arriving home smelling of wood smoke. They didn't shower before turning in for the night as they loved the aroma. No one disturbed them in the morning.
During the day there was never what could be termed a 'dull moment'. However, a little surprise lay ahead for William. It was early evening. He and Toby were playing on the computer. They heard some noise from downstairs.
"That's my brother home from his sleep over." William watched as a head and then a body emerged through the hatch. By then he was completely open mouthed. Like a genie coming through the stage trapdoor during a pantomime, the apparition arrived out of thin air, as it were, and proved to be a complete double of Toby. Only when they stood level by one another could William see that the new arrival was two, at the most three inches shorter than his brother.
"Hi, bro."
"Hi, Olly," and they hugged each. "Missed ya, bro."
"Missed you, too, Tobes. You stink of spunk."
"You stink of stale spunk."
"Oh, do I? I had a shower just before I left."
"It's on your tee shirt."
"Whoops! I meant to put the clean one on before coming home. Hey, you haven't introduced me to this little hunk you've been hiding here in the loft. You must be the delicious William that my brother is always going on about. I'm Oliver, the straight brother." William hugged him automatically as if it had been Toby.
"In his dreams," said Toby. "Reckons it's because he hasn't found a girl he likes - or that likes him is nearer the truth - and so he's practising on boys till he does."
"Someone's got to be the breeder in this family," protested Oliver. William was still in a state of amazement, staring at the two Cholmondeleys, unable to tell them apart except for height and voice.
"You two get to know one another while I go and see if Mum's got any snacks for us."
William realised he was staring.
"Sorry," he said. "I can't get over how much you look like Toby.
"S'okay, we get used to it." Toby came back through the hatch.
"Mum says that if we go down in ten minutes or so she might have found some bread and water for us. And she says you're not getting anything until you change out of those smelly clothes, Olly."
Completely unfazed by William's presence, he stripped everything off and put it into the laundry bag before finding some clean clothes. Again William could find no perceptible difference between the two brothers.
"You can have a feel, if you like, William," he said cheekily, "but if you do, I want a feel of yours later."
"I'll save it for later, Olly, but you're on."
He was beginning to see a difference. Toby was an extrovert. Oliver was a complete and utter extrovert and he talked more. Typical younger sibling - loquor, ergo sum.
"I'm going to the College next September," he said.
"How old are you?"
"Thirteen last week."
"But you're thirteen, aren't you, Toby?"
"Yeah, till next week."
"Mum and Dad keep on denying it, but I was an accident," and Oliver giggled.
"But they always say they wanted you."
"Yeah, but not that soon, and that's a completely different matter anyway. You see, if I was born at the end of October, I must have been conceived at the end of January. That's two and a half months after you were born, Toby. And you remember we overheard Mum telling her friends that it was a myth about lactating women not being able to conceive?"
"And we had to find out what 'lactating' meant," said Toby.
"Anyway, I'm here and I enjoy being here," said Oliver. "Let's get those snacks. I'm starving. I haven't eaten since three, and that was only Josh's spunk. So not particularly filling."
"Ugh! You dirty little bastard, Olly."
"Uh, uh, big bro. You can't call your younger brother a bastard. Think about it." Toby tousled Oliver's already tousled hair and all three fell about laughing.
On the Monday morning Mr Cholmondeley took Toby and William into school and so they were there in good time before their fagmasters turned up.
"Good morning, William," said Kieran. "Good weekend?"
"Fantastic. I'll tell you all about it later... no, I'll tell you about it later. How about you?"
"Did we have a good weekend?" Kieran called across to Jack.
"Sorry, what did you say? I was talking to Toby. He said he had a fantastic weekend and they won their rugby match."
"Doesn't matter. Yes, we had a great weekend, too, and we won our match."
"Kieran, do you mind if I leave my overnight bag in your study? I can't fit all my stuff into my locker."
"Oh, go on, but don't make a habit of it."
William went off to registration with Toby, while Kieran and Jack went to zap their ID cards and on to assembly. The Headmaster announced the rugby results from Saturday. It was wins across the board for College and so there was some public praise, but he stopped to talk about the turn around in the 3rd XV's fortunes, saying that there was merit in installing the new, when the old and established were beginning to fail, obviously a reference to a third of the team being dropped and replaced by new blood.
The day went smoothly. William and Toby had a gym lesson and William informed Mr Bridgeman that he had joined a gym outside school, making sure he did so on his way to the showers. Mr Bridgeman was scarcely in a position to say that he already knew. Toby lined up behind him to ask an unnecessary question about the forthcoming ski trip, while William kept an eye on the bulge in Mr Bridgeman's white stirrup pants.
"Come on, you two. Into the shower or you'll be late for your next lesson and I shall get the blame," said Mr Bridgeman patiently, but patently unaware of the subterfuge he was being subjected to. "Well done on Saturday, boys. I hear it was a good match."
"Thank you, sir," and off they went into the shower, giggling at their little game. Manipulative or what?
"By the way, Toby, I noticed another difference between you and your brother."
"Oh yes?"
"He's got a mole on his foreskin."
"That's right. Not many people know that. He's been told by the doctor that if it gives him any trouble, he might have to be circumcised."
"What sort of trouble?"
"If it got bigger, changed shape or started to itch. It could mean skin cancer. But it's a big if and will probably never happen," replied Toby. "He has to have his dick photographed once a year."
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