Date: Sat, 29 Nov 2003 13:00:48 EST
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Electrician's Apprentice

			 ELECTRICIAN'S APPRENTICE
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     Chaz looked at the kid with sympathy before he spoke up, harshly.
"Hey, kid!"
     The kid dropped his little lunch sack and looked up. He was no kid, he
was a high school graduate and therefore officially an adult, but just
barely. The problem was, he was also the son of the boss's sister, and the
word from the union bigwigs was, "Get rid of him." Well, interrupting his
lunch was a good way to do it.
     "What is it, sir?" He asked. His lips worked and he swallowed, he had
been about to eat and naturally his mouth had watered in anticipation of
the food. He was left chewing on nothing, those smooth cheeks of his
flexing and concaving beneath those deep eyes and shiny young black hair.
Pretty as all get out, that's what he was. I wished I had hair that smooth,
it looked like it had been pampered with special oils for years. Probably
had, his family was rich enough.
     "I need a pack of cigarettes. Run down to the store and buy me a pack
of Marlboros." Chaz fished out a couple of dollars and handed them to the
kid.
     "Yes, sir." the kid took off.
     Chaz grinned over at me, his sandy hair tousled and a band around it
was crushed flat against his scalp as he took off his hard hat. "Guess the
kid doesn't smoke, or he'd know he needs two fifty to buy them." Chaz took
out a rumpled red bandanna and wiped the grime from his large square-jawed
face. He looked better than me, I'm too damned beat-up looking, my face is
kinda puffy and round. An honest working face, I always called it. It
seemed to fit me.
     "Wonder if the kid has any money on him." That sack talked of limited
means, it held a sandwich and an apple, and no more.
     "I hope not." Chaz said, taking his pack of cigarettes out of his
pocket. A full pack. Of Winstons. "It gives me a reason to send him back."
     Keep the kid running on his lunch hour. Fetching for us. The dirty
jobs. Tell him to hold a beam steady and then walk off and leave him there,
wait to see how long it takes to realize he's all alone, then act like he's
a nitwit for standing there when you'd left. Standard stuff to dump the
misfits and problem-makers. A construction site is no place for the
incompetent.
     The union chiefs aren't that malicious, usually, to young apprentices.
When the apprentice is the son of a union man, everyone goes out of their
way to teach him the trade and help him out of rough spots until he can get
it right.
     But the boss' nephew; that's different--too big a chance he would turn
into a spy for management. If he made electrician's apprentice, which he'd
qualify for automatically if still on the job after ninety days, he could
attend all the meetings, know who was against the union plans for the next
contract and how, what contract changes the organizers had solidly in their
negotiating pocket and what they had to convince their workers to stand
behind. So he was just too dangerous. Yeah, you and I could tell the kid
just wanted to make it on his own and this was his big chance. But try
telling that to Toolbox Joe at headquarters. Toolbox Joe was a holdover
from the bad old days when you had to bust heads to get your union. Got the
nickname from slamming his full toolbox against a scab's head and giving
him a concussion during a wildcat strike.
     So the kid--his name was Ethan but "Call me "Et" he'd said, with a
long E like "Eat"--This kid's days as an electrician's apprentice were
numbered. A low number. Today was to be his first and last day.
     The store Chaz had mentioned was almost four blocks away and we'd
blocked the kid's car in with our own so he had to walk it. No reason not
to, is there?
     He was back in fifteen minutes, a red-and-white package in his hand.
"Here you are, sir. Uh, they cost two-fifty." A hint to pay him back. Yep,
he was hurting for money. He had that look about him; that fifty cents
mattered.
     "Yeah?" Chaz said, languidly, taking the pack in one big paw and
frowning at it. "Well, you got the wrong kind. I need Marlboro Lights."
     "Oh." the kid looked crestfallen. "I should have asked, sir."
     "So go fetch me a pack of Marlboro Lights and take that shit out of
here." Chaz flipped the pack back to the kid, who had to clutch it to his
chest to catch it. Chaz stretched out on the roll of insulation we were
using as a bench, his T-shirt snaked up his waist to show a pucker of navel
and a garland of pubic hair in a line down his stomach.
     "And get your ass in gear." I chipped in. "We have to get back to work
before much longer."
     The kid cast a glance at his sack and then back at us. I wondered if
he'd think to grab his sack and eat on the walk, but he left it behind.
     "I think the kid is getting hungry." I smirked at Chaz.
     "He'll get hungrier." Chaz agreed. "He got regular length, in
soft-pack. I can squeeze another trip out of this easy."
     "Kid'll have to skip lunch." I agreed and bit into my second sandwich.
     When your co-workers don't like you, you're in deep shit. When they're
the ones supposed to be teaching you what to do, you in deeper. And with
union men out to make sure you can't qualify for membership, you'd better
learn to breathe through the top of your freaking head!
     We'd finished eating when the kid came back the second time.
     "Damn it, Et, I wanted the box." Chaz snarled. "Can't you do anything
right?"
     "I'm sorry." the kid almost snuffled. He was tired; we'd been working
him hard and he hadn't even gotten to rest on his lunch. "They wouldn't
take back the other pack; I had to keep it." I noticed then the cigarette
pack wrapped up in his T-shirt sleeve. We were wasting the kid's pocket
money. No kid ever has much of that.
     "So smoke them yourself." Chaz said negligently. "And go get me a box
of Marlboros."
     "Yes, sir." the kid said and looked back for his lunch sack. He had
figured out to eat on the run, but too late; we had stuffed his tiny lunch
down in a trash barrel and piled bare insulation on top of it. Even if he
found it, he wouldn't dare eat it. Poisoned.
     "So get moving." Chaz said.
     The kid didn't move. "Uh, sir?" he said.
     "What is it?" I said.
     "I'm out of money. I can't buy another package of cigarettes for you."
     "So go borrow from your uncle." I said caustically. "And hurry up,
lunch is over in another ten minutes."
     "I haven't eaten yet." the kid said. He was about to burst into tears.
     "So eat something."
     "Somebody took my lunch." he pointed out.
     "You see anybody take it?" Chaz looked at me.
     "Just the three of us here until four o'clock. And I didn't take it,
did you?"
     "Not me." Chaz nodded.
     "Must have been gremlins." I agreed. "To hell with this. Let's get
back to work. Come on, kid."
     "He hasn't gotten my cigarettes." Chaz complained. "Damned useless
kid."
     "Doesn't know a damned thing." I agreed.
     "I would if you'd show me." the kid said. Good, now he was getting
angry. Soon he'd be mad enough to say something worth reporting.
     "You haven't learned anything yet." Chaz said. He was better at being
nasty than me, this kid put me too much in mind of my brother's youngest
boy.
     "How can I?" the kid protested. He was mad but also didn't want to
lose this job, he didn't know what the fuck to say. "You keep me running
back and forth to get you things, fetch you coffee. I didn't even get to
ea-ea-eat, I was too busy running for you."
     "Hey, I got something you can eat." Chaz grabbed his crotch in one
hairy paw and shook it. "Why don'cha eat this, Et?"
     "I do everything you tell me too." the kid persisted. "What do you
expect out of me? I can't learn until you show me."
     "You're supposed to watch us and learn, and do what we tell you to." I
explained harshly. "Gotta learn to take orders, that's your first lesson."
     "I've been taking orders!" the kid almost exploded. "I bring you what
you ask for, I hold the beams and you forget about me, I do what you tell
me to! Everything! What else do you want me to do, suck your dicks for
you?"
     I looked over at Chaz, his hand still on his crotch. We exchanged a
slow smile. We had him! Anything we did now couldn't be actionable. No?
Then just imagine filing the complaint and then trying to explain how it
all started! All we had to do now was reel the poor sucker in.
     "Think he could handle that?" I asked.
     "Bet he'd even screw up a simple blow-job." Chaz said.
     "He can't do anything right."
     "I can, too!" the kid said. "Just give me a chance!"
     I looked over at Chaz and nodded. Time for a misunderstanding. "What
say we give this kid one last chance? He messes up on this, we tell the
boss he ain't working out."
     "Works for me." Chaz agreed.
     I reached down and unfastened the fly on my blue jeans. After a pause,
Chaz did the same.
     I took out my eight uncut inches of fat hairy cock and I flopped it at
the kid, who was staring at us open-mouthed. Chaz had ten inches of pale
cock jutting out with a head that would choke a goat! It looked like he had
stuck a fucking apple onto the end of a fat banana. My own cock rose up,
uncut and looking more like a sausage link with the foreskin covering the
head completely, even while erect, my cock had almost a quarter inch of
foreskin that constricted down to an opening the side of a pencil. A full
meal for a hungry kid, all right!
     "Okay, kid, show us you can at least do this right, and maybe we won't
get you fired."
     "He screws up, and we could always tell the guys tomorrow he put the
make on us." Chaz said. "Two against one, who they going to believe?"
     "And we've known the men for years. The kid's new."
     "Come on, guys!" the kid pleaded. "I can't do that!"
     "Then I guess we'll just have to register a complaint." I said.
     "But...I need this job." the kid said. "I just moved into my own
apartment. Dad said either I made it on my own or I could go to college
like he wanted me to. I can't move back in with my folks now." He looked at
us, trying to find the words to convince us. "I...I need this job!"
     "Then it looks like you're going to have to go down." I said.
     "On both of us at the same time." Chaz agreed. "See that pretty little
mouth of his all stretched out wide. Bet it looks really nice like that."
     "Be a sight to see." I said. Then at the kid, a mean tone in my voice
and a scowl on my face. "Get over here and get to work, kid."
     He looked at us, at our cocks, waving proud and free at him. Licked
his lips. Walked towards us slowly. I could just hear him thinking, how the
hell did I get into this? And how do I get out?
     He was supposed to get mad and quit. Or get scared and quit. Or file a
complaint and get fired for propositioning his fellow workers. This kid was
a goner; we had all the angles figured. Or rather, we did for anything but
what he actually did.
     He licked his lips again and now he was right next to us. I made a
peremptory gesture at my cock--Get down, boy!--and damned if he didn't do
just that!
     Honest, I was surprised! Oh, I'd thrown a boner, but that happens to a
guy easy enough. I really wasn't expecting this kid to really go down on
both of us!
     But he did. He dropped to his knees and before you can say "Suck it,
kid!" he was scarfing it down like it was the lunch he hadn't gotten to eat
and he was hungry! I felt soft young lips on my foreskin and then it was a
cavern of warm moisture all up and down my shaft, this kid had worked up a
pile of spit and dumped it all on me. When he pulled back, his lips
clutching my pud tightly, it was already greased up and ready. A shaft of
pure pleasure raced up my spine and stomped on my brains, squashing it
flat. Heaven!
     He didn't forget Chaz, he reached over and grabbed Chaz's prick and
began to whomp it, hard.
     "What the shit!" Chaz blurted out. He hadn't expected this reaction
either!
     The kid had a firm lip-lock on me, he was working his head back and
forth like a jackhammer, wham-wham-wham-wham-wham and every pull up was a
tight grip and every push back down was warm bliss. Best damned blowjob I'd
ever had, and it was at a time and from a guy I hadn't expected it from.
     I looked over at Chaz, he was staring stunned at this turn of events,
and the kid's hand was a blur on his prick. Then I groaned, a slow moan
that welled up from my very soul and bubbled out of my throat like the
sound of I-beams on a skyscraper in a high wind. "Uuuuuuuhh!" I
groaned. "Ah, damn, kid, yeah!"
     That turned Chaz on, and he said, "Oh, yeah, kid, pound my dick for
me, really pound it!"
     My mind had turned completely off. Every nerve impulse I had firing
was in my cock, and it was boiling already, my balls were tucking in tight
against my shaft and I was about to cream right into this hot young mouth.
     "Ah, kid, give me some of that, please!" Chaz begged.
     And icy wind as his warmth left me to dive onto Chaz's long prong. He
wrapped his left hand around it and began to pump it, but it was a poor
substitute.
     Chaz moaned from the very first touch of those sweet lips. This kid
was a rank amateur at a lot of things, and ignorant of stuff any
construction worker's kid knows, but he damned well knew how to suck cock!
Every slip and slide from this kid's lips drew a new grunt or moan from
Chaz.
     "Ah, me again, kid, me again!" I pleaded shamelessly. Anything to get
those lips back on me again. It had just been too damned long!
     He came back to me and Chaz groaned in frustration. Then the kid began
the damnedest bit of back-and-forth blow-job you ever saw. He'd put a
couple of strokes on me, getting me all hot and bothered, then dart over to
Chaz and slurp him for a moment while pumping me, and then back to me
before my cock could cool down any, and bring me back up again.
     The most outrageous sensations you can imagine, it was being blown,
but in a delayed sort of way. I was building up this enormous orgasm, I
could feel it cumulating in my balls, but it was so slow in rising
up. Little by little, as the kid serviced us both, the passion pooled in my
testicles and bubbled slowly up the shaft.
     I looked over at Chaz, his face was as flushed as mine felt. He looked
at me, and neither of us could talk. We were sharing a fucking blowjob,
man! How much closer can you get to a buddy? I leaned over and kissed on
him and the kid did it at last, he pulled us together by one hand on one of
my buttocks and yanked me over, and with Chaz's cock and mine pressed
together, he shoved both of them into that hot hole of his. I was already
teetering on the brink of my climax, and with the hot shaft of Chaz pressed
against mine, so tight I could feel the jism boiling in its shaft, I clung
to him like a shipwrecked man clings to a bit of flotsam, desperately
holding upright, not daring to slip because if I did, the kid would stop
sucking and he couldn't, he just couldn't!
     Moaning weakly into my lips as I pressed my tongue into his mouth,
Chaz gurgled and choked loudly into my mouth and then I felt it, I felt
Chaz's jizz load as a churning salty spray on my cock, the way it dribbled
down his shaft and onto my own, and the jizz leaked out of the kid's
overfull mouth onto my balls, to hang and drip off in fat blobs, and that
did it, as Chaz finished his wracking ejaculation, as he sagged at the
knees and I almost had to hold the guy up, as I was literally seeing stars
floating in this semi-light room like will-of-the-wisps, my entire body
sparkled and sparks flew off of me like the toy sparklers the kids use at
the Fourth of July, and I groaned, I gasped and I hit my climax at last,
oh, God, at long, long last! I squirted my jism onto Chaz's rapidly
deflating pud, and the kid clamped down tight and not a drop of my load
escaped, he gulped it all down like he was truly starving, he was literally
sucking at my cock like it was some fat straw, and I gripped his head with
both hands and held on tight as I shot the last of my wad into his
clutching throat and almost wrapped my body around his head as I staggered,
swung on the edge of unconsciousness, dizzy and dazed and unseeing, I
tottered there and then somehow found my way back into the world of the
living once more.
     As I gasped there, the kid, who had been pounding his pud, gave a
strangled gasp, still sucking on my depleted cock, and he spurted his load,
a thick wide-flying blast of it, and it landed all over my jeans, soaking
my lower legs and somehow, this felt so very, very right that he would do
so, the way a cat strops his lip against your petting hand, leaving a
slight trail of moisture, and he has marked you as his own, and you are not
possessed or degraded, you belong and that is all there is to it.
     Chaz lifted the kid up and gave him a very all-out kiss of thank you,
and when he finally turned loose of the kid, the kid looked at me, and I
reached for him and thanked him myself. His tongue was a tentative
salt-stained worm into my mouth, and I sucked it dry, loving the clean
taste of his young body, the feel of his warmth and his blood as he pressed
himself against me, and again I felt the marking of his territory in his
actions.
     I released him and he stuffed his still-large cock back into his
pants, leaving a bulge there and I realized that it was his true size,
enough to cram those tight jeans of his full, and I put my own cock back
into my own jeans, feeling it shrink down into insignificance, a tiny bulb
inside my fly.
     "Well, sir." the kid broke my meditation. "Did I do that right?"
     "Boy, did you ever!" Chaz said enthusiastically.
     "A number one, kid!" I agreed with him. That won a smile.
     "I got a sandwich left over from my lunch." I said. "Why don't you
scarf that down and maybe after that, we'll start off and show you how to
wire an outlet."
     That won me a smile and I grinned back like an idiot.
     Toolbox Joe and the boss came by at four, which didn't surprise me.
The boss was there for a report on his nephew, and Toolbox was there to
watch the boss' face when we tore the kid apart in front of his uncle. He
was a bloated, unsavory-looking man, it was hard to see the strong wild man
he'd been when I was a kid with a father in the union ranks.
     "How'd the kid do?" the boss said, trying to act nonchalant.
     I looked over at Toolbox, who gave me a confidential grin.
     "He's working out just fine, sir." I said.
     Toolbox's grin slipped. "Really?" he asked me. "You can tell after
only one day."
     "Hey, the kid's a natural." Chaz chipped in. Chaz was a nobody in the
local, so Toolbox tore into him.
     "Are you two remembering which side you're on?" he snarled.
     "The right side." I said strongly.
     "What's going on here?" the boss asked, but you could tell he knew.
     "Mark, we go back a long way."
     "Maybe a little too long." I said. "I can remember a lot of things
about the old days, if you want to get to reminiscing."
     That wiped the smile off Toolbox's face. "Remember we're in the
presence of management, boys." he said in a tone meant to be conciliatory,
but came out whining.
     "I just asked if the boy was working out." the boss said. "I'm allowed
to know how my employees are doing."
     "He's doing just fine." I assured him. "He'll make a damned fine
electrician one day."
     The kid was silent, lapping this all up.
     "He will if someone doesn't blackball him during the vote." Toolbox
said ominously.
     "That might get me to reminiscing." I said just as dangerously.
     "Do you know what you're saying, Mark?" Toolbox asked me.
     "I know exactly what I'm saying." I said. "Toolbox, I'm calling in my
marker. Took me a long time, but I warned you I'd save it for something
important."
     "Your marker?" Chaz said.
     "I'm about to remember why I got one." I said.
     "Okay, okay." Toolbox said. Then a crafty grin. "Soon as he pays his
earnest, he's in."
     "You can take it out of his paycheck, a little at a time."
     "I'll take all his paycheck until it's paid."
     "All right." I said.
     "And about that marker...." Toolbox started.
     "What marker?" I asked back. "I done forgot all about it."
     "See that you do."
     "Uh, this earnest, what's that?" the kid asked us as Toolbox left with
the boss man.
     "That whomping big fee that they charge to let you join the union."
Chaz said.
     "How much is it?" the kid asked. "I got to pay my rent and...and
stuff."
     I told him and he blanched. "But that'll take me four or five months,
at least." he grunted. "Dad said if I didn't pay my own way, I could move
back with him, but he wouldn't help me out. I can't afford it. That's
taking too much."
     "All your paychecks, yes." I said.
     "But...but what'll I do?"
     I gave him a firm look. "Union men stick together." I pointed out.
"You can just move in with me until you're on your feet again."
     The kid looked at me and slowly a smile spread on his face. And that's
when I knew that he was a real union man at last.

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