The Apprentice

by and © N Fourbois

Chapter 48

Kieran and William had left Eric's place by ten and he dropped them at the front door without coming in.

"Are you ready for your test, William?"

"Not quite. I've got to get one or two things ready."

"I'm just going to check the house and then I'm going up to my room until you are."

"Is that where it's going to take place?"

"That's up to you. It's your test. I'll tell you if anywhere is out of bounds."

Some twenty minutes later Kieran heard a knock on his door.

"Come in."

William's head appeared, eventually followed by his body dressed in gym kit.

"Are we going for a gym session first?"

"No, but I've noticed that the two things that make your eyes grow big are my gym kit and my school uniform, more so than my speedos, and as my uniform is at cleaner's, it left me with the gym kit." Kieran was lying on his bed, fully dressed apart from shoes and reading GY mag. William gave him the sexiest smile he could muster, minced across to the bed, took Kieran's hand and led him back across the room so that he could lean him against the wall. Then came the first snag. When Kieran had done that to William, he would lean down a bit so that they could kiss. This way round and without Kieran's cooperation William could not reach properly. He then took Kieran back to his bed. They lay down side by side and William kissed him. William was sure he was arousing him and so he let his hands begin to wander, stroking the inside of his thigh. He ran his hand upwards, but could feel nothing. Where Kieran's bulge should have been, it was absolutely flat.

"Where are your balls, Kieran?"

"They were between my legs last time I looked," he answered with a smile. Undaunted William carried on with his trade test.

"Crikey, these buttons are difficult to undo."

"Yes, I found that too. They're my new pair of 501s. It's the first time I've worn them and they haven't even been washed yet." After a struggle William had undone enough buttons to get his hand inside, but he still couldn't feel Kieran's cock and balls. 'They must be here somewhere,' he thought. 'Only one thing for it. I must try and get his jeans off.' William managed to undo all the buttons and the belt, but the Levi's wouldn't come down. Kieran wasn't resisting, but he wasn't cooperating, either. William groped around in the semi-dark. Only one bedside light was switched on.

"You bastard!" exclaimed William. "Belt and braces. Now that's sneaky."

"Do you think that calling me names is going to arouse me to orgasm?" William apologised, not out of regret, but pragmatism. He now discovered that Kieran was wearing his braces under his tee shirt and his pullover. Although William undid the front catches on the braces, it did not help. He had to get the pullover and tee shirt off. He carried on kissing Kieran while slipping his hand up and fingering his nipples. Eventually he worked him up into the mood for removing his top garments and consequently the 501s, only to discover to his dismay that Kieran was wearing underneath a pair of black skin-tight lycra running bottoms.

"So that's the game."

"William, you didn't honestly believe that it would be a quick kneetrembler and you'd passed your test, did you?"

"I suppose not." William rolled over and lay on top of Kieran and started to snog again. He ground his crotch against Kieran's lower body, but still couldn't feel anything. He worked away until he was able to peel off the jog pants and this time discovered, with less surprise, that Kieran was wearing a pair of black heavy gauge lycra shorts. Kieran could now pull up the top of his gym one-piece, another barrier that William had to negotiate. It took a quarter of an hour to remove the shorts and reveal Kieran in the full glory of his one piece, displaying finally a credible package. William slipped his own comp top over his shoulders. He was getting near his goal. Relaxing he idly played with Kieran's nipples, drew a circle round his belly button with his finger, which sent shivers though his body and lightly fingered his package. The stretched lycra intensified the feeling and William noted a slight movement between Kieran's legs. This signalled the removal of the one-piece and revealed the last remaining item of clothing. It looked like a jockstrap, but wasn't, for it had a single strap that lay between Kieran's cheeks. By now William had aroused Kieran to such a state that it was easy for him to remove the dance belt, climb out of his own gym kit, lean over, take Kieran's released and rampant cock into his mouth and finish off the job, although at the last minute he lost control and was getting an unexpected facial. He had passed his trade test.

For five minutes the two boys lay snuggled up together under the duvet, too exhausted from their efforts to talk. Kieran was the first to say anything.

"Congratulations, my horny little friend. You soon got the measure of me. It's a relief to get out of those clothes." William looked at him and smiled.

"Horny, yes. You've made me feel so horny that now I want to pound that hot little bottom of yours before we go to sleep."

"That's okay by me. You deserve it and it might be the last chance we'll have for some time."

"Where did you get the idea of several layers of clothing, Kieran?"

"You've been to the pantomime?"

"What? Things like Dick Whittington, Cinderella and Aladdin?"

"That's right. Haven't you ever seen the scene where the dame, say Widow Twankee, takes off her clothes to get ready for bed?"

"Oh, yes, I remember. I never saw the point."

"Oh, the point. The point was firstly tradition and secondly as a fill in to allow the rest of the cast to change into their gorgeous frocks for the finale. You know those dames are played by men, don't you, and most of them are gay?"

"I've often wondered about that and why the principal boy is played by a girl. I'd much rather see my Dick Whittington and Prince Charming played by a boy, especially with those tights they wear."

"Come on, William. If we're going to have some fun, we'd better get on with it. We've got a lot to do tomorrow. Oh, put your mobile by the bed for when your mother rings in case we do oversleep, and by the way, if you do want to seduce Toby Cholmondeley when we get back to school, I don't mind in the least. Apart from tomorrow's roast you have passed the test and you're now a free man." Kieran paused. "Except that you might make me jealous... and as long as you don't mind me seducing Jack Bastion."

"Kieran, I'll always have a place in my arse... I mean in my heart for you."

"My bed tonight, okay?"

The boys were up and about before Mrs McLarney telephoned. They were feeling a mixture of exhilaration and tiredness after their nocturnal activities. She said that she expected to be with them for about twelve, but that they should aim to have lunch ready for one and she would ring again when she reached the Borchester bypass. The boys decided on a leisurely breakfast which William would cook to get him in the mood for making lunch. While he was cooking, Kieran jogged to the paper shop to buy the Sunday newspaper. When he returned he separated the several parts and the boys read as they ate. This took them to ten o'clock when they thought they really must get down to work. The first job was to do the washing, William's stuff first as he would need it for school in the morning, particularly his gym kit and while that was going through the machine they stripped their beds and put the bed linen into the machine afterwards, not so much to win brownie points from Mrs Crater, but to avoid losing them. William got his bag ready so that all he had to do was add the washing when it was finished and put into the boot of his mother's car. He made sure the framed photograph of him and Ashley was safely packed so that the glass wouldn't break and Kieran found a large brown envelope for him so that he could pack the other photos they had taken and printed over the week and seal it against prying eyes.

It was then time to start preparing lunch. William got his notes with the timings. After writing them out on another pad he then worked back from one o'clock and put the timings down in 'real time', as the fashionable saying goes. The boys washed their hands and donned their pinnies, then got down to the serious matter of preparing the meal.

Mrs McLarney was a good as her word. She rang on her mobile from a lay by on the Borchester bypass which gave the boys half an hour to make sure everything was spick and span and that there was no outward sign of what they had been up to over the week. Kieran took his copy of GY upstairs, looked around the blue room and his to check that there were no stray tissues or used condoms, no undies stuffed down the back of the cushions on the sofa. He took the washing out of the tumbler dryer and put it ready for Mrs Crater to iron the next day. Just after twelve the front door bell rang and Mrs McLarney entered, arms outspread, ready to take William into a huge hug. To help settle things down Kieran made some tea - it had to be teabags and mugs - and served it in the living room so that William had the space to get on with his task. Kieran gave her the Sunday newspaper to read and disappeared to keep an eye on William, and also to set the table.

Finally it was time to take the joint of pork out of the oven to rest. William tested it with a fork - no blood. He warmed the plates and left the roasties, carrots and parsnips to finish off in the oven. Once the green veg was ready, William asked Kieran to carve, but he said that as he had roasted the pork he should finish the job off. Finally Kieran escorted Mrs McLarney into the kitchen and they sat down to eat.

First of all the conversation was about Auntie Josie, 'conversation' being used in the loosest sense of the word for William knew better than to interrupt his mother while she was in full flow, especially as he wanted to keep her onside. Kieran had only had one previous encounter with her and so he was wary and spent the time chewing on his crackling.

"Now, William, tell me all about your week. I'm so sorry to have left you all on your own. My, this pork is delicious. I shall have to get you to do this at home. Sorry, dear, I interrupted you."

"Er... not exactly, Mum. I hadn't actually started to say anything." Kieran made a mental note that William was quite acute and that he was standing his own ground and not letting anything get past him. "And I'm not going to tell you everything, either." Kieran's jaw dropped. "You'd be bored to tears."

William ran though the main features of the week, purposely omitting anything that had the remotest hint of sex or homosexuality. He spent some time talking about the visit to the gym, how the personal trainer, Olaf, knew Mr Bridgeman from College and that he'd like to join and go with Kieran every Monday."

"We'll talk about that again at home, dear. So, Kieran, has William been good this week?"

"Better than that, Mrs McLarney. I would say he's been excellent." Naturally he was not referring exclusively to his comportment. Kieran was thinking back to an earlier conversation he had had with his own mother before William's arrival, but William caught the hidden meaning and beamed. Mrs McLarney looked at her little boy and thought to herself 'I don't know what's happened to him this week, and I don't dare ask any more than I have, but I haven't seen him looking so happy and relaxed since his father left.'

The meal continued with general chitchat. The boys made rather a mess between them in cutting the Black Forest gâteau. Fortunately they had put it in the fridge and not the freezer for they would have forgotten to take it out in time. They finished with a cup of tea and then it was time to pack William and Mrs McLarney off home. Extra brownie points were earnt because William had washed his clothes. They just needed ironing and PE shorts starched and pressed for the following morning.

When Kieran closed the front door behind them, he went back to the kitchen and thought 'Oh, that's bad organisation. I've left myself with clearing up the kitchen.' That done he went and sat down in the living room with the paper and realised that he was all alone. 'Not to worry. Mum and Dad will be back this week.'