The Apprentice

by and © N Fourbois

Chapter 42

Kieran and William waited until Mrs Crater had finished her housekeeping chores before they got on with their day.

"Are you two boys okay? Anything you need?" she said cheerily while putting her hat and coat on. Since there wasn't, she continued with "I'll see you Thursday morning. I don't think I need come in tomorrow. It'll give you a chance to have a lie in during your holidays. Take care." And with that she disappeared out of the front door. 'Does she know something?' Kieran thought to himself, but didn't say anything about it to William. They went and sat in the living room and Kieran handed William his copy of GY mag to read while he went and made some sandwiches. They had decided to snack at lunchtime and eat a proper meal in the evening.

"The problem page is good," said William. "There's one letter there asking how do you know when you're ready to start anal?"

"And the answer?"

"It's a bit fudged really. It says that you and your partner will instinctively know you're ready. You both have to want it and should not force it on the other, and then it goes into all the preparations and precautions so that you don't hurt or damage one another. Do you really have to do all the things they say here?"

"I expect so, but I can't really recall what they did say. We can use it as a checklist, though."

"Did you do it with your boyfriend?"

"Yes, but we called it making love."

"Was it nice?"

"Very nice, but it took us time to get around to it."

"Which way round did you do it?"

"We were versatile. Sometimes I would top and sometimes he did. It depended on what we felt like."

"Can we do it?" Kieran knew this was what William was working up to. He thought for a few seconds.

"If you're sure that's what you want, but you have to pass the training course first."

"If we do, Kieran, do you want to be the top or the other one?"

"The bottom it's called. To begin with I'd be the top anyway because it's important for you to know how a bottom feels before you do your first penetration, but if you wanted to penetrate me, I wouldn't mind."

"After the way you fingered me yesterday, I really do want to feel the real thing inside me. I think it'll be really hot. And I think I'd like to do it to you, as well."

"Okay, all in the cause of science, William, but there is lots to do before we get that far. We'll clear away our snack things and then you can go upstairs and get changed into your PE kit. The sun's out and it's warmed up. We can take the photos on the patio. No one will see us there."

When William came down again, he looked absolutely stunning, so stunning that it took Kieran's breath away. Kieran wanted to take him in his arms right away, but realised he would crease everything. He'd forgotten he was wearing nothing under his joggers and William laughed and pointed at the stiff dick pointing through them. He ignored the piss-taking and just stared at this object of beauty chortling in front of him. William was wearing a tight white lycra top decorated with two chevrons in College colours, which incidentally failed to mask his protruding nipples. Below that he sported white cotton shorts, brilliant white in fact, flared and very short in the leg, then short white socks and trainers.

"How does your mother get your shorts to look like that?"

"When she irons them, she sprays them with starch from an aerosol and that stops them from creasing and makes them stand out from my body." Kieran fetched his camera and the two boys went outside. He made William take up several poses, some athletic, many, however, sheer seductive eroticism, and William needed no coaching in performing those. He knew how to exploit facial expressions, especially with his eyes and then with using hand and fingers. As he bent over, Kieran discovered William's bare buttocks, discovered too that his top was actually a leotard with a thong back, a proper gymnast's comp top. "I told you Mr Bridgeman said we had gymnastic potential and so no loose tee shirt and sloppy shorts would do in his lessons. We have to wear the proper kit, clean, smart and tight."

"As tight as his stirrup pants?" laughed Kieran. William slipped the comp top over his shoulders and Kieran continued shooting: tight abs, erect nipples and flat abdomen. William pulled the top back up and dropped his shorts to the floor, stepping out of them. More clicks of the camera, front, back and profile, all manner of poses of each, and then to Kieran's utter amazement William slipped the comp top over his shoulders again and let it drop to the floor. More and frantic clicking of the shutter. When William was finished he pulled the leotard back on, re-arranged his tackle and put his shorts back on. He then cheekily took a bow. Kieran put his camera down on the table.

"That was quite a show, young man."

"I'll go and change now, I think. It's getting chilly now the sun's gone in. You can drool over me in my kit when we go to the gym."

"You precocious little tart," exclaimed Kieran with a laugh. "It'll be interesting when I get round to uploading these pictures. They should make a nice little powerpoint presentation. Then we can project them onto a screen. Changing the subject, do you know what a gold digger is?"

"Someone who digs for gold, I suppose," answered William ingenuously.

"There are two other meanings. One is a relatively poor person who marries a rich person for money."

"And the third?"

"I'll show you, if you like, and then explain it."

Kieran followed William up to the blue room.

"I take it you're feeling horny?"

"When am I not?" answered William giggling. "The more sex I have, the more I want."

"Get on the bed then." Kieran kicked off his trainers, pulled off the duvet and went and lay alongside him, put his arm round his shoulders, drew him in and gave him a long French kiss.

"Mmm, I like that." Kieran kissed him again, started stroking the inside of his thigh and worked his hand up inside his shorts and began to caress the bulge in his comp top. Kieran broke the kiss and said

"This is gold digging, when someone puts his hand inside your shorts or your trousers and starts feeling your bollocks and your prick."

"Mmm," responded William. "I think I'm going to like the gold digging module of the course."

An hour later William awoke. He was feeling cold. His shorts and comp top were lying on the floor by his bed. Kieran still had his top on, but his sweats were on the floor on his side of the bed. William leant over and kissed Kieran, who opened his eyes and smiled at the acme of adolescent masculine beauty lying at his side.

"Kieran, you weren't wearing any undies, you naughty boy."

"That's right. It's nice to let everything hang free occasionally."

"Aren't you scared of getting a boner?"

"I used to be embarrassed years ago, but not now. It's no big deal any more. In fact I like it. How about you?"

"I get them all the time, sometimes for no reason at all," said William.

"And your mates don't takes the piss out of you?"

"They used to, and then I said 'You can touch it if you want.'" He had a wicked grin on his face.

"What happened then?" asked Kieran.

"Either they shied away because I had called their bluff, or they called mine and touched it and all sorts of things could happen then. It's amazing what you can get away with if you do call someone's bluff."

"Yes, I noticed that with you and your mother yesterday."

"They get them themselves, so we sometimes play a game of 'Spot the Boner'. It's a little more interesting than 'Who's Got a Dead Bird in his Pocket?'"

"Anyway," said Kieran "that's called freeballing when you don't wear any undies. So you've learnt two new terms this afternoon - gold digging and freeballing. Remember them because I shall be giving you a test at the end of the course." It was already getting dark. "We'd better shower and get rid of all this stickiness. By the way, I don't know if I told you, William, but in this house we're on a water meter and so we have to shower together to save water."

"Oh yeah," replied William with a grin. "So are we, but we still have separate showers. But I like your thinking and you are welcome to join me in the shower."

When they were dressed again, Kieran said

"I think you have had enough theory for today, William. We might have a little more practical learning later on. We'll see how you cope. Tomorrow's going to be a hard day because with Mrs Crater not coming we've got a lot to cram in." William giggled.

"Kieran, you've got big ideas about yourself."

"And, William, you've got a one track mind - dirt track." They both then got a fit of the giggles. "So what do you want to do now?"

"I don't mind. Have you got a spare bike? I feel we need to do something physical." Kieran laughed.

"As if we haven't already, but as a matter of fact I have. Okay, give me ten minutes. There's a little job I have to do and I'd better put something on under these joggers. I don't want to end up in A&E with a strangulated testicle. You can get on with reading GY."

Kieran went to his room and while his iMac was booting up he put a jock on under his jogpants, and after that a quick google. He thought it was time he had his own butt plug rather than Eric's on extended loan. He quickly found one he liked with next day delivery. 'Hmm, I don't think that one's going to disappear too easily.' While he was on line he stocked up with condoms. They could come in the same package while his parents were away. Maintain security.

"Ready to go?" said Kieran when he came down again.

"Hey, Kieran, is that true what you said about a strangulated testicle?"

"Sure is. It happened to a kid at my last school."

"I'd better go and do something about it before we go."

"Shouldn't worry, kiddo. It only happens after your balls have dropped," kidded Kieran.

"And mine have, as you jolly well know from all that time you've spent playing with them," pouted William. Kieran gave his bottom a friendly slap and said

"Off you go, my cute little friend."

"Not so much of the little, either. I might not be as tall as you... yet, but I'm nearly as big in other ways," and he went off giggling.

The boys were pleased to get out into the fresh air. They only had an hour or so before the light would fade. They cycled into the town centre to see if anything was happening there. The local youth was gathered. The two boys sat on a bench and observed, but both came to the conclusion that there was nothing there to excite even the slightest of twitches in the trouser department. That was the trouble with autumn and winter. Everybody is wrapped up in warm clothes and with the hoods up it's hard to see their faces.

"I'll try and make it up to you when we go to the gym on Thursday." It gave Kieran a chance to explain what would be happening the next day.

"Tomorrow's going to be a working day and there won't be much fun time," said Kieran. "We've got to take advantage of the fact that Mrs Crater won't be there. She keeps her own hours and we may not get another opportunity. The other thing is that as you'll have a butt plug stuck up your arse most of the time we can't go out anywhere, and you certainly won't be able to ride a bike."

"Ooh, sounds nice," replied William in a camp voice. They got back onto their cycles and made for the park.

"There might be a soccer game to watch." When they got there, the players were just packing up and all they caught were the skins putting their tops back on. And most of them had been playing in tracksuit bottoms and not shorts.

"It's all right," said William. "We've got each other."

"I've just had a thought," said Kieran. "We didn't take any photos of ourselves together. We'll get Mrs Crater to take some on Thursday and if we want any 'special, hem hem' photos, there's a timer on my camera and I'll set it up on a tripod." They cycled slowly back to Kieran's house with the setting sun giving the sky a pink glow.

Once they were indoors Kieran said

"I suppose we ought think about what we're going to have for supper."

"You're going to give me a cookery lesson?"

"Of some sort, but it depends on what we decide to eat."

"Mum made us that cottage pie."

"That's right. Now where did we put it? If it's in the fridge we'll have that tonight, but if it's in the freezer we'll have to let it thaw out first and have it tomorrow. I don't trust thawing out by microwave. It's too easy to overcook, easier still to undercook and find the pie's still cold." Being optimistic by nature Kieran looked in the fridge first. "We're in luck. Now, no need to cook any potatoes, just vegetables. First rule, William?"

"Warm the plates."

"Very important, but we haven't got that far yet. Wash your hands." That done, Kieran took down one of his mother's aprons from the back of the kitchen door and tied it round William's waist, not omitting to rub his crotch against William's bottom. It just happened to be a frilly one, white background with pink roses.

"Hey, Kieran, are you taking the mick?"

"No, it was the first one I laid my hands on. Anyway it suits you," and Kieran kissed William on the cheek. He took the next one off the hook and put it on himself. This was a full length butcher's pinafore in narrow blue and white stripes. "Okay, my little sous-chef, boil the kettle, take a saucepan, sprinkle some salt in it, plus a pinch of bicarb, fill it with frozen veg, whatever you like, but make sure there are some carrots there because I am going to grate some cheese over the potato crust and convert it into Cumberland pie."

Half an hour later the boys were sitting at the kitchen table digging in to their impromptu Cumberland pie. They were hungry, particularly because they preferred to take their main meal at midday as they did at school.

"What are we going to do this evening, Kieran?"

"I suggest we upload those photos, sort through them, photoshop any we fancy and I'll send them to your computer."

"What if Mum finds them?"

"Well, after yesterday I don't think they will surprise her any more, but I'll encrypt them before I send them and give you the encryption program to take with you on a CD. That should be secure enough. Prunes and custard for pudding?"

Kieran opened a tin of prunes and put some ready made custard into the microwave. When it was ready he served them up. William, when he had finished, counted his stones up.

"Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor, rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief, tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor, rich man, poor man, bugger man... There you go. There is some truth in these old rituals," which brought on a typical William-type giggle. "Hey, wait a minute. Aren't prunes supposed to be a laxative?"

"So they say," said Kieran. "A mild one. They'll certainly help to make tomorrow a more pleasant experience," and he laughed.

The boys cleared away after themselves and Kieran set the dishwasher going. They went up to Kieran's room to work on the computer and soon had the afternoon's photos uploaded. He was impressed. William was naturally photogenic, but these pictures were exceptional. As he lusted over the nude pics, William had to remind him not only that he was there, but that he was there in the flesh, not some two dimensional image on a screen. He took hold of William, put his arms round him and his hands on his backside, pulled him in, looked him straight in the eye and said

"William, why are you so beautiful?" William answered him with a peck on the lips, which turned out to be more than a peck - tongues outside lips, lips, tongues inside lips. They quickly finished the job with the photographs, secured them and switched off the computer. They went downstairs into the living room and snuggled up together on the sofa, watching television.