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The Apprentice

by and © N Fourbois

Chapter 33

When Kieran woke up, he was lying under the duvet on Jack's bed, naked but for the white socks on his feet sticking out of the bottom of the bed. He could feel Jack's hand playing with his balls and limp dick. He turned towards Jack who smiled and planted a light playful kiss on his lips. They could feel the cold, damp, sticky patches where their unrestrained issue of semen had landed.

"Was that good or was that good?" said Jack.

"That was very good," grinned Kieran.

"Do you feel hungry?"

"Yes. What time is it?" It had already grown dark.

"About seven o'clock." Jack jumped out of bed and went to the window. "It's come on to rain." He drew the curtains and switched some lights on. This was the first opportunity Kieran had had of seeing Jack naked and it confirmed what had been troubling him. When he had been wanking Jack off, his cock felt different. He couldn't slide his foreskin over his glans. Now he knew why. He was cut and didn't have one. "Do you like what you see?" Kieran looked him up and down. He particularly noticed his dark and perfectly round nipples, his belly button, an outie with two cuts across it like a hot cross bun, and then the treasure between his legs. His limp cock was hanging at forty-five degrees and his balls showed as two separate plums in their sac.

"Very much," said Kieran.

"We'll get a shower and then I can see what I've got for my money. After that we'll go and eat."

"I'm starving."

"It won't take very long. I took the curry out of the freezer earlier. It'll just need microwaving and while I'm doing that you can boil the rice." Kieran got out of bed, took his socks off and boys went into the shower together.

"Do you shave your pubes, Kieran?"

"I don't exactly shave them. I give them a number five with the electric trimmer every so often. It saves getting pubic hair under my foreskin."

"That's not something I have to worry about," grinned Jack.

"And Orlando said it saved his teeth getting an unwanted flossing." They both laughed.

"Sounds as if you two guys had great time together."

"We did."

"Are you likely to get together again?"

"Never say never, but I doubt it. Unfortunately we were ships that passed in the night. It was a great experience at the time, but it's all over and done with now."

Without saying anything, they soaped each other up in the shower and rinsed off the detritus from the fun they'd been having in bed. When they got out, they dried each other off. You'd think that they'd been an item for some time rather than cleaning up from their first experience together. They got dressed, went downstairs and after Jack had gone round the house pulling all the curtains, they set to and made dinner.

"That rain's getting worse," he said. "It's got heavier and is set in for the night. Would you like to stop over?"

"Yeah, wouldn't I? But I'd better check in first." He took his mobile out of his gentleman's handbag and pressed speed dial.

«Williams' Taxi Service,» came the reply.

"Hi, Dad. I must have a wrong number. I don't want a lift."

«You don't? Oh, how we misjudge you, son.»

"Nothing new there. Jack's asked me to stay over for the night. Is that all right?"

«Yes, sure. It'll stop your mother from worrying.»

"Thanks, Dad. I don't know when I'll be home. Probably early evening. I'll give you a call first."

«Don't do anything I wouldn't do, Kieran.»

"I will. Lots. See ya tomorrow," and he ended the call. "Was that all right to say early evening?"

"Sure. The family are due back about then. They'd love to meet the boy I'm spending a dirty weekend with."

"Is that a promise?"

"What? About them loving to meet you?"

"No, the bit about a dirty weekend?"

"Well, we've made a good start, haven't we?" They both giggled like adolescent schoolboys and gave each other a gentle thump.

The boys busied themselves preparing dinner and finally sat down at the kitchen table to enjoy their beef curry.

"Sorry, no poppadams. Mum would have left some if I'd told her we were going to have curry, but at least there's a full jar of mango chutney."

"Jack, I'd like to ask you a personal question."

"Okay, but that means I can ask you one."

"This afternoon's the first time I've done stuff with a boy who's cut. I didn't really know if I was doing it right. Was it okay?"

"I enjoyed it and you can do it again if you want to."

"I'd like to see what I'm doing this time instead of fumbling. You're even the first cut boy I've seen. I've seen pictures, of course, and drawings. Now for the personal bit. Why are you circumcised?"

"Family tradition I suppose. My brother is and my father too. We're descended on my father's side from 19th century Jewish immigrants and although they converted and married gentiles it's carried on."

"What's it like having no foreskin?"

"What's it like having a foreskin? It's impossible to answer the question unless you were done later in life. It means I have to toss off by rubbing the shaft while the uncut boys I've seen wanking tug their foreskins back and forth over their acorns. But the result seems to be the same." Kieran looked thoughtful for a moment. "Now my question. Do you always wear such sexy underwear?"

"What, you mean the thong?" That might have seemed a strange question between two boys in the same tutor group at school, but because they were in separate games options and because Kieran was new to College and hadn't followed the same PE syllabus, he did a different course and they had never changed or showered together before today. "Yes and no. Yes, I always try to wear sexy underwear. You never know who you're going to meet. And no because I only wore the thong today because it gives a lift and looks more impressive in jeans, especially when you sag a bit. I didn't know I was going to strip my clothes off when I put it on today, but even if I had, I'd have worn it anyway."

The boys finished their meal.

"And now for some pudding," said Jack.

"Not for me thanks," said Kieran. "It'll spoil the after flavour of all the spices." They rinsed their crockery and cutlery, stacked it in the dishwasher and went into the sitting room to watch a DVD. At eleven they were ready to go to bed.

"Don't clean your teeth, Jack. I want to taste that curry." They stripped off completely and got under the duvet together. Although they were tired after a week at school, they wanted a bit of fun before they went to sleep.

It must have been six o'clock or so on the Sunday morning. No sign of light coming through the curtains. Kieran was lying on his side when he woke up.

"Hey, Jack, I don't mind you fingering my crack and my hole, but I'd much rather feel your prick inside me," he said in a low voice.

"What? You're up for that?"

"Yeah, why not? It's weeks now since I had any."

"So you're a bottom."

"No. Officially, I'm versatile, but Orlando was so big in the trouser department that more often than not I ended up as the bottom. We thought we had more fun that way. How about you?"

"Versatile, too. Sometimes Alexis would top, other times I did. It depended on how we felt. We never argued about it."

"How do you want to do it?"

"On our sides like this."

"Have you got any lube?"

"Mmm, no, unless... I'll go down to the kitchen and get some cooking oil."

"Oh dear, no. Put the light on." Kieran got out of bed. He was already half hard at the thought of what was to come. He went over to the chair where he'd put his clothes, unzipped his gentleman's handbag and took out a tube of lube and a packet of condoms. "There you are." Jack was amazed.

"You carry that lot around with you?"

"Only on social occasions. And you were the one taking the piss out of me for having a handbag. Something I learnt as part of my apprenticeship. Never go unprepared into a situation where you might have an encounter of the sexual kind."

"So you were expecting something to happen?"

"No, not necessarily, but BP - be prepared - and I'd have been bitterly disappointed if I hadn't at least got a kiss out of you. Hey, it's time for action, not talk. Take me before I go frigid on you. And I want to roll that condom over your prick. For me that's a complete and utter turn on." He felt Jack probing with his cock. "Get stuck in there. I'm easy to penetr... Aagh! Aaah! Now that's nice."

It was light when Kieran and Jack woke up again. Their bodies were spooned into one another.

"What's the time?" asked Kieran.

"Twenty past nine. We ought to get up."

"No, not yet. Let's just lie here together for a bit. I like the feeling of your dick against my cleavage. You were good last night. You can do it again if you want."

"It's okay, Kieran. I've got that feeling in my acorn you get when you've made your dick work for its living, the bruised feeling you never quite know whether it's pain or pleasure."

"And Jack, I want to take you before I go home tonight. On your back and legs over my shoulders, okay?"

They lay there together until their stomachs started rumbling and they needed to feed. They showered and Jack was amazed when Kieran took a mini tube of toothpaste and a toothbrush out of his handbag, along with a clean pair of CK tighty whitey briefs. When they had dressed and arrived down in the kitchen, Jack said

"After last night the least I can do is treat you to a full English breakfast." It was eleven o'clock by the time they were rinsing their dishes and putting them into the dishwasher.

The rain of the previous night had stopped, but everything was still wet outside. The sun wasn't strong enough to dry things up and there was not a breath of wind to help. So football in the garden was out. In fact, like an old married couple, they picked up the Sunday papers from the doormat and spent the rest of the morning in the living room reading them. Finally Jack looked up and said

"What do you want first, Kieran? Grub or fun?" Kieran looked at his watch.

"Fun I should think, in case your parents get back early and catch us at it."

"Good thinking, though I don't think they'll be under any illusions."

They went up to Jack's room where he started to take off his tee shirt.

"Hey, hang on," said Kieran. "Slow down. We're not in that much of a hurry, are we?"

"I was just trying to make it easier for you."

"I don't want to take you easily. That's all part of the fun. This is my treat for giving me such a wonderful weekend. Just get against the wall and let me dictate the pace. I promise I won't let you down."

Some considerable time later Kieran gave Jack another kiss, pulled out, climbed off him, lay down beside him, deftly pulled the condom off his softening dick, knotted it and discarded it among the used paper tissues in the waste paper basket beside the bed. They simply lay there enjoying the afterglow of their sexual encounter, exchanging the occasional kiss. Kieran played with Jack's nipples, Jack ran his hands over Kieran's hard abs, navel and flat lower abdomen.

"You need a shave, young man," said Jack as their faces touched.

"Sorry, a razor is one thing I haven't got in my handbag." They must have lain like that, gently teasing each other's bodies, for half an hour or so when they were abruptly disturbed by the ringing of the house phone. Jack got up and went to the nearest telephone. He looked at the caller ID.

"Hi, Mum."

«I'm not pulling you away from some exciting TV programme, am I?»

"No, Mum."

«Just ringing to say we'll be home in about half an hour. We're just on the Borchester bypass and the traffic's slow. That'll give you time to clear up and get the dishwasher going before we arrive.» Jack didn't argue.

"Okay. See you then. Did you have a good time?"

«Very nice, dear. Auntie Grace was a bit disappointed not to see you. We said we'd come in the school holidays next time and bring you.» 'Oh, great!' thought Jack.

"I'll look forward to that," he replied in an ambiguous tone. "And Cameron will be home from uni, too." 'A trouble shared is a trouble halved,' he thought. "See you in twenty-five minutes. This is taking up serious clearing up time," he added cheekily. "Bye, Mum."

Jack went back upstairs.

"Okay," he said, "we've got twenty minutes to present a picture of innocence."

"I don't want a shower," said Kieran. "I can still smell the aroma of your body on me. Unfortunately that will give me a half hard-on when I least want it, but I'll live with that." The boys got dressed, made Jack's bed, emptied the contents of the waste paper basket into a Tesco bag, put that into another one and placed them in the wheelie bin outside. There was not much to do in the kitchen as they had worked under the 'Clear as you go' motto. They looked around the kitchen and the living room to make sure no crocks had gone astray and started up the dishwasher. Just as they had done that, Jack said "Now, let's get a cup of tea on the go. It's good psychology. They might even let me have a guest again when they're away."

"So they knew I would spend the night here?"

"Mmm, they knew it was a possibility," grinned Jack and he kissed Kieran before he could say any more. "Oops, I forgot. There were a whole lot of burgers in the fridge we should have eaten for lunch. How are we going to explain those away?"

"How about we start to make them now and they're halfway through cooking when your parents arrive?" Kieran began to feel hungry when he remembered it was early evening and he hadn't eaten since breakfast.

"Good thinking. You look after the toaster and the buns, and I'll get the burgers grilling. And we mustn't forget the tea. It'll have to be teabags and mugs, I'm afraid."

"I'll cope." Jack looked at his watch.

"Thank goodness for slow traffic on the Borchester bypass."

At that moment the boys heard a car pull up on the drive, voices and a door slam.

"My sister could not close a car door quietly to save her life," complained Jack. The front door opened and in came Mr and Mrs Bastion and Miss Gemma Bastion. Introductions were made all round. "Do you want a hand bringing the luggage in?"

"No, thanks," said Jack's father. "We'll do that in a minute. I'm dying for a cup of tea."

"Now we just happen to have one on the go."

The five of them sat round the kitchen table chatting. The boys tucked into their burgers. The bottle of tomato ketchup suffered. Gemma joined them, but the parents declined when Jack offered to make some more. By the time they cleared away, it was getting on for seven.

"I think I'd better be getting home," said Kieran, as he rinsed the dishes ready for the dishwasher and suddenly remembered it needed emptying, "or my parents will think I've run away from home. Excuse me while I give them a ring." He took his mobile out of his gentleman's handbag and walked out into the hall. "No, it's okay, Mum. I'll catch the bus."

He went back into the kitchen and said goodbye to Jack's parents and sister and thanked them for allowing him to stay over the weekend. Jack accompanied him to the end of the drive. They talked for a couple of minutes, hugged and Kieran walked off towards the bus stop.

Jack went back into the house where the family was still chatting.

"I take it from the handbag," said Mr Bastion with a grin, but not in a disparaging way, "that Kieran is one of your chums."

"That's for me to know and you to find out," said Jack mysteriously and he smiled.

"I don't suppose he could be just a teeny weeny bit straight," said Gemma. "He is soo dishy."

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