Date: Sun, 26 Apr 2009 11:11:29 -0400 From: Skin Diver Subject: The Apprenticeship This budding story 'The Apprenticeship' is a parody of 'Family Affair' that 1960's situation comedy and is about the relationship between Mr. French and Jody. Hey, somebodies gotta write 'em! :) The usual disclaimers are in effect. If you are a minor, if accessing these types of stories is prohibited in your part of the world, beat it! This is fiction! I write this stuff for fun. Please let me know if you like it ,but I do this for MY own carnal pleasure. If you enjoy it, great! Let me know and we can chitchat sometime. I don't write upon commission. You can give me your ideas but they won't necessarily be considered. Let's face it. Some people have more fertile imagination others. (Bullshit makes my mind VERY fertile. heh.. (On the other hand, if you manage to make me drool from either end, consider your idea part of the next chapter!) This is a first draft. Don't flame me for typing Smith's instead of Smiths' and don't even mention fucking commas to me - I'll beat you to within an inch of your life with an exclamation point and I mean it! ;) Peace all, enjoy this stuff with one hand on your mouse and the other on your hard and oh so gooey dick. It's all good fun. Skindiver The Apprenticeship "Mr. French! Mr. French, please, I really have to go!" Jody stood in the doorway of the large handsomely appointed master bathroom in the Davis summer estate. He held his legs crossed and one hand was on his pajama covered bottom. French had finished his shower and was standing at the sink preparing to shave. The bathroom was filled with steam and smelled wonderfully of citrus and lavender. The humidity clung to the boys summer pajamas and made his skin glisten. "Jody, you can come in to use the washroom, but I don't know why you don't use the downstairs facilities." "Sorry, Mr. French, this one was closer and I really, really have to go bad. Gee, it sure is steamy in here!" He let his pajama bottom fall to the floor and lowered his underwear and sat on the toilet and watched French as he swirled his shaving brush in the mug and began lathering his neck and cheeks. He took pride in his well-manicured beard and trimmed it daily. "How are you going to see to shave, Mr. French?" he wondered out loud. He finished using the toilet and washed his hands in the sink beside the one that French was using. "Gee, Mr. French, do you have to do that every day? When am I going to get to shave like you and Uncle Bill?" He stood next to the large form of his Uncle's butler who had been his prime caregiver since his parents' tragic accident eight years previous. The boy didn't see another towel so he shrugged and began drying his hands on the manservant's towel which was knotted around his thick waist. "Jody, please, leave me some room. This is highly irregular! You're going to make me lose my... Now, look what you've done!" The towel loosened and fell away from his naked loins. Jody sheepishly apologized to the formidable man but held fast onto the damp towel. French dropped the soap brush and tried to cover his nakedness. He snatched at the towel but Jody smilingly stepped back and it was out of his reach. His young eyes grew round and his mouth slowly dropped open at the sight before him. "Mr. French, your pecker is so big! I've never seen one bigger!!" He looked up to the mans face and back at his crotch staring in wonder at the man who was trying to hide himself with one hand and grab at his purloined towel with the other. His hand wasn't nearly enough to cover his imposing genitals. "Jody, it is not my 'pecker' as you so commonly put it. It is my 'penis' and it's not polite to stare! Now please hand me back my towel!" French was used to standing out from a very young age. He had developed before all of the other boys in grade school and was the object of much ribald joking, pointing and ridicule from classmates. During swimming and first-aid classes throughout high school, which was obligatory, students were not permitted to wear swim trunks. It was a municipal rule that men and boys were to shower and were then required to remove their wool trunks before entering the pool. The fibers of the material entered into the filtration system and caused them to block. It was decided that swimsuits were forbidden for males. Swimming lessons for boys of French's age, when he was a student, began in grade 6. He was 13 years old and physically, was a very early bloomer. The male members of the French family were reputed to have oversized male organs of reproduction and French was far from the exception. At 11 years of age, when he entered into puberty, his penis was slim but very long. The following year it began filling out and the girth was truly impressive even for such a young boy. His penis measured 9 inches around. He was very self-conscious about his endowment and was mortified the first time he had to take swimming classes. Not only his classmates, but the instructors and the coach, stared, gob smacked at the almost 11 inch appendage at the stocky young boy of 13 years of age. There were those who joked that it grew an inch for every year of his life and some boys even tried to make him hard just to see how big it actually could become. Once, after swimming class, they had lost the competition and his mates were in a particularly dark mood, he was cornered in the locker room. There were a dozen other boys who held him down and stripped off his pants and shirt. He was held down on a changing bench as the other boys grabbed his penis, foreskin and testicles, pulling, twisting, slapping and trying to humiliate him. One young effeminate boy was bullied into putting French's penis into his mouth. He choked on the huge organ as other boys pushed his head down onto French's penis. He became hard after some ministrations and he was sucked and masturbated until he ejaculated all over the face, hair and mouth of the homosexual boy. He had been so ashamed but secretly proud at the same time. He knew that the other boys were jealous of his magnificent endowment and wished that their own small penises were like his. After that horrendous experience he became withdrawn in his classes, he was a loner and he studied hard. He was still teased and taunted but did his best to ignore it. He immersed himself in his studies and his work. He didn't have a sex life - he didn't even masturbate - he became a gentleman's gentleman and was proud to have worked for William Davis for the past twenty years. "Sorry, Mr. French," the boy began, still staring at the thick and pendulous penis with its' splendid overhanging foreskin. The total package was framed by raven colored pubic hair fanning out over the top of the penis and curling under the wondrous kiwi-fruit sized gonads swinging freely and magnificently. "Gee, Mr. French, you even have a nice beard down there too!" the boy grinned and French couldn't help but chuckle at the unintentional joke. "Oh Jody, whatever am I going to do with you?!" he asked in a mock gruff voice and smiled and ruffled the boys' curly red mop of hair. The boys' little joke had broken the ice and he didn't mind the young boy watching him as he shaved and trimmed his beard. French and Jody had been at the summer estate since the beginning of the school summer holiday which had began 3 days earlier. The boy's uncle had been called away to Europe on business and it had been decided that Sissy and Buffy would spend the summer in New York with Evelyn, the governess, while French and Jody would inhabit the summer estate in Connecticut. French was happy to have only one child in his charge and readily agreed to his patron's suggestion. He continued to shave at the sink and looked down amusedly at the young boy as Jody continued to stare at his slowly stiffening pipe, inching ever closer. French began to grow somewhat uncomfortable as his penis grew ever harder but he didn't want to embarrass the boy and thought that if he ignored it, Jody would eventually lose interest and his penis would soften. French continued to shave, only half-aware of Jody's hand reaching out to grasp the thick and heavily-veined shaft that had begun to throb with every beat of his heart. French spun to one side to try to have Jody release his stiff penis and as he turned his fully extended penis shaft struck the boy sharply on the left side of the cheek and mouth. Jody was practically stunned having been struck with the full brunt of the superior appendage. It stood at a 90 degree angle to his body but since it was so long and thick it bounced up and down in an irregular pattern. It swung heavily and erratically to and fro, up and down. It was a full twelve and three quarter inches long from base to tip not including the foreskin overhang and even French's big hand was unable to encircle its' girth completely. Even fully erect, the beautiful, thick foreskin remained well over the large crown and hung wetly and quite enticingly beyond and drew its own erratic pattern as the man turned toward Jody. The boy, stunned, stepped back too quickly and French grabbed his arm and caught him before he could fall and hurt himself on the ceramic tile. He pulled the young boy close and picked him easily up beneath both arms and held him against his broad. Jody's legs straddled his thickset waist. "Forgive me! Are you alright, Master Jody?" he asked the boy with real concern in his voice. He held Jody tight with his forearm under the boys buttocks and visually scanned the young boy's face to see that he was ok. "I'm fine now Mr. French. I guess I should have stood out of your way when you turned around. Gee, Mr. French, your pecker, I mean your penis sure is big!! You need a wide street to turn that thing around!" French was relieved that the boy was unharmed. He smiled at the boy's jokes rather flattered at the compliments. "Ok now, off with you then! I want to finish up here!" he carried Jody to the door and began lowering him to the floor. The boy's opened legs straddled his still turgid penis and Jody closed his legs tightly around French's swollen member. It protruded well beyond the small pajama encased legs and Jody reached behind him and gave the man's overhanging foreskin a salacious tug. "Jody! This is highly irregular!" he rasped. Jody looked at him with his legs still tightly closed around the painfully bloated penis and smiled with a devilish twinkle in his eye. "Sorry, Mr. French, my bottom got stuck on the way down." French looked sheepish and managed to put Jody on the floor before him. His penis was still bouncing from all of the movement - none of this was escaping Jody's attentive gaze. French firmly smacked the boy's round bottom and sent him out of the bathroom. Jody laughed and smiled back at the man with the gentle, friendly smile and took one last look at the immense wildly-swinging uncircumcised penis and back up to French's blushing face as the door closed. French wondered about what had just taken place. He had never had any sexual feelings toward young people and realized with some astonishment that since he had become employed by William Davis that he had not really had any sexual feelings toward anyone at all. The children and their needs came first in his mind and his own personal concerns were of little import. He glanced at the reflection of his handsome 40 year-old face and large form in the now clear full-length mirror and supposed that he probably would be a decent catch for some woman. He thought of Evelyn, his patron's governess and shuddered slightly. She was in her mid-forties and French couldn't imagine that anyone would be interested in her romantically let alone physically. He decided that he was a confirmed bachelor and was married to his job. His thoughts returned to Jody and he finished his shaving and planned the rest of their day. French decided that he and Jody would go horseback riding and would take a picnic lunch. The Davis stables boarded twelve magnificent thoroughbreds and he asked Jody which one they should take out for the day. The stable-master, Joseph, watched the young boy and his Uncle's servant as they slowly made their way down the double row of stables. There were four stallions and eight mares and Jody settled on Thunderbolt, a four-year old Arabian. He had been named by Jody when he was a colt and got his moniker because of the jagged white marking on his forehead and for his spirit. He was otherwise coal black and he looked down upon the boy with bright and intelligent eyes. Jody requested that Joseph saddle him up and prepare him for the day. Joseph did his young master's bidding and soon the horse was groomed, saddled and ready to be mounted by French and his young charge. French settled back into the saddle and Joseph lowered Jody onto the mount between French's outspread legs and the saddle-horn. Jody squirmed back against French and made himself comfortable. He rested his arms along French's jodhpur-clad legs. It was snug but they were comfortable and the horses' pace was easy. The day was sunny and warm and French and Jody rode Thunderbolt through some pretty trails and along the lake's edge. The steady movement of the horse was relaxing and rhythmic and French's charge moved against him between his open legs. He looked heavenward as he felt his penis had harden uncomfortably down the inside of one leg. He shifted and tried to adjust himself so that it wasn't pressing against Jody or getting strangled in the jodhpurs. Jody seemed oblivious and snuggled closely against Mr. French and smiled back often at the powerful man. French was flattered that his patron's nephew looked up to him as much as he did and he always tried to set a good example. He was certain that the boy didn't realize that the thick rod that his hand grasped so very tightly, was not the man's leg but was actually the thick and veiny shaft of his big, stiff penis. They arrived at their destination, which was Clubhouse Pond. The smaller lake that was fed by Likitango and was isolated and private. French tied Thunderbolt to a tree in a stand of clover and spread out the picnic blanket. The day was warm and the man and boy ate cold chicken, grapes and cheese and bread that French had prepared. He had brought a liter of Burgundy wine and he poured a glass for himself. Jody asked to taste it and French smilingly pulled a second wine glass from the basket and served the boy a few ounces of wine. "This is going to have to remain our little secret," he said, referring to the wine. Jody looked at him with a hurt look that stabbed at the kind man's heart. "Mr. French, I would never tell anyone about the things that you and I do together! I want to always be able to come to you when things are going bad. Besides, Uncle Bill is always working and traveling and I don't want to talk to Buffy and Sissy and not Miss Evelyn about guy stuff!" He smiled a heart-warming smile at French who believed it to be true. They enjoyed the afternoon together walking along the shore, skipping stones on the calm lake and chatting about everything in general and nothing in particular. At one point, Jody dozed off with his head laying in French's lap while French read him stories from a story book that he had packed. French too at one point dozed a bit and the two awoke refreshed and invigorated. At the end of the wonderful day that the two companions enjoyed together French had settled Jody into his bed after his bath and dinner. Both were in their pajamas, Jody tucked under the covers and French in a dressing gown and relaxing on one side of the bed. He continued to read more stories from his storybook and Jody once again settled his head onto the man's lap. French was comfortably propped up with a few pillows and not wanting to disturb the sleeping boy, spent the night leaning against the head of the bed with Jody's head cradled in his lap. He awoke the next morning with a stiff neck and a very stiff penis. He had to go to the washroom but didn't dare wake the sleeping boy. Jody's head hadn't moved from its resting place of the night before and his arm was laid alongside French's penis and they were the same general size. He was finally able to extricate himself from the tangle of covers and crept off to use the toilet and go to his own bed. The days and nights passed peacefully, each blending into the next, the two companions enjoying each other's company and playing games, swimming and with Jody even showing French some wrestling holds. They were growing more and more comfortable together He himself retired at around ten pm to the master suite of the estate. His boss had insisted that his servant use the master suite for the summer and he enjoyed the luxury of the king-sized bed, sunken bath and full balcony with a wonderful unencumbered view of Lake Likitango with its magnificent sunsets. He awoke around one am to feel a small form shivering in his bed and pressed tightly to his bare chest. "Mr. French, please, can I sleep in here with you? There was howling outside of my room and I don't like the shadows in there." The boy seemed genuinely frightened and so French decided that it would be alright for one night. He wasn't used to sharing sleeping quarters and sleep was a long time coming. The boy moved throughout the first part of the evening and French tried to settle him down repeatedly. Jody had begun the evening in a pair of summer pajamas and before long had lost the bottom and then the top and even his underwear and was completely naked. His small, naked body moved repeatedly and a few times French was drifting off and the boy would move against him and awaken him. His small, smooth body pressed against French, his arms and legs were thrown over French's. At one point during the night he awoke to Jody's small form completely on his but turned completely around in the bed! He gently picked him up and put him right side up in the bed, careful not to awaken him. Even later he awoke to find his hand cupped around Jody's small, hard penis, the foreskin pinched between two fingers. He began to remove his hand when Jody turned onto his stomach trapping the hand beneath him. He left it there for fear of awakening the sleeping boy. He dreamed that night that he was floating on his back in a deep black pool with his arms and legs outstretched and with tiny fish nibbling at his extremities. It was wonderful. They tickled his ears, his neck and lingered at his broad chest. His nipples were suckled and tiny lips moved across his loins nibbling, sucking, tickling giving him the most exquisite sensations. As a celibate, in the back of his mind, he imagined he would have a wet dream and knew that he would probably awaken with the sheets plastered to his stomach, his nocturnal emission spewing ropy strands of thick, viscous sperm from his throbbing member. He knew that he'd be washing sheets, not wanting the governess, who was responsible for the laundry, to see the product of his sexual imaginings. He awoke the next morning, fully refreshed, with no memory of the wonderful dream. His pajama bottom and sheets were immaculate and Jody slept still tightly pressed against his chest and stomach and curled into a little pink ball. The boy was laying on his arm and he tried to remove it without awakening him. He managed to slip his arm out and he looked down upon the young boy who smiled in his sleep. He began to get out of bed when he remembered something of the dream of the previous night. His penis began to harden and he reached into his pajama to adjust it. He inserted a finger inside of his long foreskin and it came back wet with sperm. The dream came back to him in a flood and he couldn't understand why he was not soaked. He imagined that he hadn't had a nocturnal emission after all that the fluid under his foreskin was not sperm but more probably pre-lubricant. He pushed it to the back of his mind as Jody slowly awakened and smiled sweetly at him. "Good morning, Mr. French!!" he chirped. "Oh, thank you so much for letting me sleep with you in your bed with you! I was so frightened in my own room last night! I promise I won't be a bother if you will let me stay with you again tonight! Oh, please, sir! I promise to sleep on my own side of the bed and won't be any trouble at all!" "Well, ok Jody," he began, "You can sleep in here with me if you like. There is no reason for us to have to use more than one bed anyway, now that I think of it. We'll be saving on laundry at the same time." "Gee, thank you, Mr. French!" He hugged the surprised man-servant tightly around the neck and bussed him upon one bearded cheek. Mr. French's eyes widened in surprise.