Date: Sat, 27 Aug 2022 11:38:06 -0700
From: Spike Meyers <spikemeyers@gmail.com>
Subject: My New Apprentice 05

Preamble

Date: 08/25/2022

Author: Spike Meyers

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My New Apprentice
05

"I don't eat a lot of meat, but I do love bacon; kooky right?  I treat
myself every so often.  I won't be long, baby,"

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"Honey, I'm home," I called out giggling when I got back from the market. I
didn't see Joel so I put the beer in the fridge and headed towards the
bedroom.  He was journaling again and apparently so focused on his writing
he didn't know I was home.

`Everything OK?" I asked as I entered the bedroom.

He jumped when he heard my voice.  "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle
you.  I called out to you when I walked in the house but I guess you didn't
hear me.  Are you OK?" I asked him.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine; thanks.  I just wanted to get some things down on paper
while they were fresh in my mind.  They come and go so fast, sometimes I
forget.  Don't worry, I'm OK; I'm not freaking out or anything."

He put the notepad down and gave me a sweet smile.  He got up, walked over,
and gave me a really nice hug.  He released me and stepped back.

"Randy?"

"Yeah, gorgeous,"

"What you said, earlier I mean, were you serious?" he asked shyly.

"What would you think of me if I said yes?" I asked him knowing full well
he was referring to my earlier comment about him peeing on me.

"Um, I don't, I mean, I'm not freaked out about it or anything.  I still
meant what I said to you earlier; that hasn't changed.  I've just been
thinking about it since you went to the market.  I just can't figure out
why it intrigues me.  While I was journaling, certain memories came into
focus in my mind.  The memories were very clear."  I grabbed Joel's hand
and pulled him down on the foot of the bed.  "You said these memories were
very clear; were they good memories?" I asked him.

"Well, yes and no; I think I'd categorize them as neutral; not good or
bad," he answered.

"Can you give me an example?" I asked.

"A few of them were of my dad when I was just a little boy.  I remembered
standing at the toilet peeing with him.  I clearly remember that.  I
clearly remember being fascinated by the size of his dick; it looked huge
to me.  I'd look at his big dick and then down at my little pecker.  That
came to mind several times.  I remembered having pee-sword fights with my
dad; it was so much fun we would laugh and laugh.  Perhaps that is better
than a neutral memory; I think I'll officially categorize that one as a
good memory.

Memories of elementary school would come to mind too.  I remembered
standing at the urinals with the other boys peeing; I was always looking at
their dicks.  I liked watching them pee.  I liked it when they watched me
pee; it was exciting.  When I was in high school, I would get hard just
standing at the urinal.  I'm not sure that counts though; I was hard most
of the time in high school now that I think about it.  I remember going
into the high school bathroom to pee and didn't have to go just so I might
see something.

Fuck me! I'm a perv too, aren't I?" he asked me, almost giggling.

"God, I certainly hope so, I don't want to be the only pervert in this
house," I said laughing.

He laughed harder and softly punched me in the arm.  "So, what do you think
this all means, professor?" he asked with a smile.

"Oh gosh; I don't know, baby.  Maybe you're just curious.  Maybe you're
really a closeted piss-pig, just like me I joked.  The fact is, they are
just memories; pleasant memories, thankfully.  The good thing is you are
not letting them freak you out.  That is awesome.  And just for the record,
you can pee on me anytime you want; you'll get no objection from me."

"God, you're such a nasty daddy," he smiled but I could tell he was
intrigued.

"Be that as it may, this nasty daddy is a bit hungry.  How about you?" I
asked him.

"Yeah, me too.  My mouth is watering right now just thinking about those
BLT's," he smiled.

I stood up and reached down for his hand.  He put his hand in mine and I
lifted him up off the bed.  "What can I do to help?" he asked, as we walked
into the kitchen.

"You will find two large cooking trays in the oven.  Grab those out of the
oven at set the oven to 400 degrees.  In the garage, you will find a blue
plastic tub.  In that tub, you will find a roll of parchment paper.  Line
each of the tins with parchment paper.  While you are doing that, I'm going
to cut up the tomatoes and lettuce.  Do you like avocado?" I asked him.

"Yeah, I love it," he answered.

"Good man," I said.  "Me too.  I always put avocado on my BLT's.  What
about onion?"

"Yeah, I like onion, too."

"That's my boy.  My secret in making perfect BLT's is to cut the veggies
nice and thin.  Comes out perfect every time; you'll see.  Last question,
sexy man; how do you like your bacon?"

"Nice and crispy if that's OK," he said kind of shyly.

"That's my man. Let's get to it then; my mouth is watering just thinking
about it," I heard myself say out loud as I opened the fridge to take the
veggies out.

Joel finished preparing the tins and asked, "What's next?"

"The bacon is in the fridge; open the package and place each strip of bacon
side-by-side on the parchment paper.  The tins are large enough to hold the
entire package of bacon.  Once the tins are ready, just pop them in the
oven and set the timer on the stove for eighteen minutes.

Joel executed his task and stood beside me as I finished slicing up the
veggies. "Can you do me a favor, gorgeous?  In that blue plastic tub in the
garage is a large serving platter, will you grab that for me please?"

"Sure," he responded and walked away.  He returned with the platter and
said, "Ah, Randy, there is no place to put it.  You have no counter space."

"No problem, sexy, just bring it over to me and hold it up for me at
counter height.  I'll lay out the veggies on the platter and we can pop it
in the fridge until the bacon is ready."

I opened the refrigerator door for Joel and he slid the platter onto the
shelf. He stepped back and said, there's not much in there is there?"

"No, there's not.  I have been eating out mostly.  With the kitchen such as
it is, it's not so easy to prepare meals right now.  It does get a bit
expensive eating out all the time, however, I don't frequent upper-shelf
establishments for the most part.  Since we have no furniture to sit on,
shall we go back to the bedroom until the timer goes off?" I asked him.  He
nodded his head and we headed back to the bedroom.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"Um, umm, umm," Joel moaned as he bit into his BLT.  He placed his hand in
front of his mouth as said, "God, this is heaven; it's so good!  I mean,
really, so, so good.  It's much better than I have ever had in a
restaurant.  I'm not shitting you; seriously."

"Told ya; I really do believe it's the thin slices of veggies and the way I
layer the sandwich." I was thrilled that he liked it.  We didn't talk for
several minutes; we just ate silently with exception to Joel's occasional
moans.

Joel finished the last bite of his sandwich and took a sip of his beer.
"Would you like another?" I asked him.  "I would love another, but I don't
think I can eat the whole thing; I'd be too full and then I'd be
uncomfortable," he answered.

"What if we spilt a sandwich?" I asked him. I could easily eat another with
no problem but I know I shouldn't. Let's spilt one," I said.

"That works for me," he said smiling.

"Coming right up.  I'll be right back."

When I returned with the sandwich, Joel was obviously thinking about
something.  He appeared to be off in his own world or deep in thought.
"Are you OK?  I can feel you thinking," I said.

"Oh, yeah; I'm fine. I was thinking though," he answered. "May I ask you a
question," he said looking directly into my eyes.

"Sure, you can ask me anything," I answered him.

"How many relationships or boyfriends have you had?"

"Um, I have had four partners or relationships in my life. My first one was
with the Legal Aid Investigator I told you about, Matt. That relationship
lasted just over two years."

"Wait, wait; I thought you said your first one was with that guy Daryl,
when you were fourteen?" he asked.

"Daryl was more of a fuck-buddy.  I know I referred to him as my boyfriend
when I told you about him but we were never boyfriends.  The term boyfriend
or girlfriend is a common expression as you know; it's used widely to refer
to someone with whom you are involved with.  Daryl and I were never
involved with each other; we were more like friends with benefits.  There
was no emotional attachment between us; just friends who had sex together.
It was never more than that; we just had fun. I have had several fuck
buddies over the years especially when I started tending bar."

"Oh, I see what you mean," he said.  "So, what happened with Matt?" he
asked.

"Um, I met someone who just made my head spin so fast it kicked my ass.  He
was a Systems Analyst.  He was also drop-dead, gorgeous; like you. I fell
madly in love with him.  He was my first true-love.  We were together for 5
years."

"I'm confused.  I thought you were with Matt?" he asked.

"I was with Matt.  Matt and I had an open relationship. He was frequently
away on business about fifty percent of the time. He would be gone for days
on end. He was gone so much in fact he had a second place in New York.  We
both agreed that we could see other people even though we were a couple,
quote-unquote.  When I started seeing Keith, I told Matt about him.  I
didn't go behind Matt's back and violate our agreement."

"What did Matt do when you told him about Keith?" Joel asked.

"At first, he just wanted to know what he looked like and if he was good in
bed and nonsensical shit like that.  I never divulged a lot of information
to Matt about Keith other than I told him he was fucking gorgeous and had a
beautiful cock.  That was as far as I went. I fell madly in love with Keith
in a very short period of time.

I started having severe panic attacks and didn't understand that they were
panic attacks.  I just thought I was having a heart attack and I was going
to die.  I had a good friend, someone I worked with who was much older and
wiser than my 19 years at the time.  He helped me understand what a panic
attack was and helped me through it.  It was one of the most difficult
times of my life.  I was a complete and total mess.  I was so conflicted
because I had feelings for both of them. Ultimately, I left Matt and moved
in with Keith."

"How old was Keith?" he asked.

"A year older than you are right now; twenty-four.  I was nineteen at the
time," I answered him.

"Keith was older than you, just like Matt was," he said.

"Oh yes, both were older than me; absolutely.  However, that was not
intentional on my part; it just worked out that way," I told him.

"You said you and Keith were together for five years; what happened with
you guys?"

"I'm curious, why all the interest in my past love life?" I asked him.

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to intrude.  I'm just curious and interested
because my experience is so limited.  Besides, the more you tell me, the
more I can try to understand myself; if that makes sense.  We don't have to
talk about it if you don't want to."

"No, baby; it's OK," I said. "I don't mind talking about it at all.  I was
just curious because you seem so interested. Let's do this, I'm going to
clean up the dishes and we can continue this conversation in the hot tub
with a cold beer.  Sound good?"

"Sounds perfect," he said with a smile.

I grabbed my plate off the bed and reached for his. "I got it, daddy.  I
can clean up after myself," he said smiling.  We had the kitchen cleaned up
in no time at all and headed out to the hot tub.  I walked around the tub
and flicked the switch and in seconds, the bubbles started.  I took the
same corner I did last night and settled in.

Joel waited until I got settled in and stepped into the tub and sat down
right next to me.  He placed his beer on the wall of the hot tub and turned
towards me, our thighs pressing together. He looked directly into my eyes,
something he has been doing more of as of late, and said, "Are you sure
this is OK; talking about your past?" he asked.

"Yeah, baby.  It's not a problem. I've worked through it all quite some
time ago.  It's OK," I answered him honestly.  "So, what happened, I mean,
between you and Keith?"

"The short answer is, he left me.  Well, more accurately, he really didn't
actually leave me; he told me that he wanted to see other people and
thought it best that we go our different ways.  I was devastated. He was
the most important thing in my life.  I absolutely adored him. "

"So, you left; you two split up?" he asked.

"Yeah, I left.  However, I was bound and determined to get him back.  I
stayed with my mom for about a week; maybe ten days.  I was a complete
mess.  To this day, I have no idea how I kept my job.  I got an apartment
in the same complex where Keith and I lived, just two buildings over.  I
had to stay close to him.  I would walk across the parking lot at night and
look up at the bedroom window just to see if I could get a glimpse of him.
I was a nut-case; a total whack-job. I couldn't eat, I went down to 143
pounds; I'm 6' 2".  I looked and felt, like death warmed over.  I was a
mess; a total fucking mess."

"Oh my God! You stalked him; you must have really loved him a lot," Joel
said with amazement in his voice.

"Oh, yeah; I stalked him.  I loved him alright.  I almost killed myself
loving him.  I got so sick I wound up in hospital for 12 days because I was
dehydrated, malnourished, and on top of that, I had hepatitis and didn't
know it.  I was really, really sick."

"Fuck me! Joel said as he reached over and grabbed his beer.  "What
happened then," he asked.

"When I got out of hospital, a friend of mine stayed with me until I was
able to take care of myself.  I mean, I could take care of my personal
needs, showering, going to the toilet and that kind of thing.  I just did
not have the energy to cook, clean, do laundry, go grocery shopping; that
kind of stuff.  My friend, Bill, helped me with all of that."

"Now, hold old were you when all of this went down?" Joel asked.

"Your age; I was twenty-three," I answered him.

"So, after you got better, what did you do?"

"Well, thanks to my friend Bill, and a couple of other close friends I had
made while I tended bar, each one of them took turns giving me a swift,
hard kick in the ass and basically told me to get over it.  It was almost
an intervention.  It took some time, but eventually, I got over him.  I
never stopped loving him though.  He will always have a place in my heart
until the day I die.  He was my first true-love."

"So, who was your next partner; you said you had four relationships?" he
asked.

"OK, gorgeous, let's make a deal here.  If you really want to know, I will
tell you, but then we change the subject.  I'm tired talking about myself.
Deal?"

"Deal," he responded.  "So, after Keith, I moved to California.  I did not
get involved with anyone for about ten years."

"Why?" he asked.

"Well, two reasons really; one, I did not want to take a chance and get my
heart broken again, and two, the AIDS epidemic hit hard and heavy.  At the
time, it was a death sentence. Back then we didn't know what we know now.
I lost a lot of friends, just like a lot of other people.  So, for about
ten years I developed a massive collection of porn and stroked my cock
mercilessly.  That was, until I met Daniel."

"Daniel?" Joel repeated.

"Yes, Daniel. I was visiting one of my closest friends in the world,
James. He had just moved into this furnished apartment.  I was leaving his
apartment one day, heading towards the stairs, he lived on the second
floor, when I saw this vision stating at the top of the stairs.
Physically, he was exactly your size.  He was blonde, tanned, smooth,
shirtless, and fucking gorgeous. It turns out, he was the pool boy for the
complex.  When he and I met, sparks were flying all over the place.  We
started dating and just like I experienced with Keith, I fell madly in love
with him.

"So, what happened with Daniel?" he asked.

"Daniel and I dated for several months but we never had sex. We were
affectionate and loving with each other but we never had sex.  I wanted so
badly to cast caution to the wind and have wild, passionate sex with him
but I was scared of AIDS.  I wouldn't take the chance.  We talked about it
many, many times and decided to get tested for HIV because we both wanted
to have unprotected sex.  So, we went and got tested."

"So, what happened?" he asked sitting totally vertical at the end of the
bench.

"We waited two weeks for the results; I was negative and Daniel was
positive.  We were both devastated.  I hid my devastation well because I
wanted to be there for him.  I told him it changed nothing as far as I was
concerned and I meant it.  I still loved him. From that point forward,
Daniel pulled away from me and did things to deliberately hurt me.  I knew
exactly what he was doing.  He was doing this shit intentionally so I would
leave him. Eventually, he succeeded.  It was just too painful for me to
stay, so I left."

"Was Daniel older than you?" He asked.

"Yes, but only by two years."

So, then what?" Joel asked as he took a sip of his beer.

"I recovered and a couple of years later, I met Jeremy.  Jeremy was eight
years younger than me.  Blonde, blue eyes, glasses and a cutie-patootie.
We started dating and got involved.  We were together for about a year when
we found out he was HIV positive.  Fuck, here we go again I thought.  The
difference was this time, Jeremy, unlike Daniel, clung to me like white on
rice; at least, for a while.  A year later, he left me for someone else.

"So, now you know.  That's the story of my love life.  The End."  "Damn,
Randy. That's a whole lot of shit and a whole lot of heartache.  Do you
keep in touch with any of them?"

"No, baby.  I did for a while; I kept in touch with all of them. Keith and
Daniel passed a while back.  I haven't talked to Jeremy in about five
years.  I heard he married some guy and they adopted two kids.  I don't
know if that's true.  Matt would be in his late seventies now; maybe more.
I think of him the most to be honest.  He was a really good teacher; I
learned a lot from him.  Ok, that's it. No more questions about my ex's for
the rest of the night. A deal is a deal."

"You want another beer?" Joel asked.

"Sure; sounds good," I told him as he stood up, his luscious, naked crotch
no more than a foot from my face.  He raised his leg up onto the tub bench,
his entire package swaying slightly; I so wanted to pounce on him.  He
quickly stepped up and out of the hot tub.  "Be right back, daddy," he said
as he stepped away.

He returned quickly, holding a beer in each hand.  He sat his sweet ass on
the hot tub and swung his legs over the side.  He remained seated on the
wall of the hot tub and handed me my beer.  He took a sip of his beer as
his legs parted a little wider.  I draped my arm over his leg, gripped his
shin in my hand and kissed him on the kneecap.

"I love your legs," I said to him as I caressed his leg from the knee down
to his ankle.

He gave me a big smile and took another sip of his beer.  He sat his beer
down and looked directly into my eyes.  He rested his hands on the tub and
asked, "When you look at me so intently the way you do, is that how you
looked at Keith and Daniel?"

"Probably, I generally only have one setting; intense.  Why do you ask?" I
asked him with a smile.

"It's just that, while you were talking about them, I saw in my head, I
mean, I could picture you looking at them the way you look at me sometimes.
I'm not suggesting it's the same thing at all; you were in love with them.
I know it sounds strange but I could see it in my head; I could feel it.
It must have made them feel like it makes me feel."

I stood up and knelt down on the tub bench between Joel's legs so we were
almost eye-to-eye.  I draped my arms over his legs and hugged them close to
my body.  I leaned in and kissed Joel on the side of the neck.

"The truth is Joel, the connection that I feel for you is the same kind of
connection that I felt for Keith and Daniel; there's no difference.  I know
that the connection that I had with each of them intensified the love that
I felt for them.  I felt the connection first, the love followed the
connection. It's like a hand in a glove; the tail of a comet.  For me, the
connection is always first; always. I have had the good fortune to fall
madly in love two times in my life.  Each time, the connection was what I
felt first."

Joel listened intently to what I said; his eyes never waivered from mine.
"Do you think that they felt it like I do.  I mean, it's almost like you're
in my head; it's freaky."

"I don't know.  If they did, they never told me," I answered him.  "You are
very different than Keith and Daniel, so perhaps they didn't interpret it
or receive it the same way you do.  It's just a guess.  I don't know,
baby."

"How am I different? What do you mean I'm different?" he asked a slight
look of bewilderment on his face.

"Keith was a Systems Analyst; therefore, he was a very logical person and
well educated. His head just worked logically like Spock's does in Star
Trek. That's just who he was.  He was also very loving, caring, attentive,
demonstrative, and sexual among a constellation of other positive things.
He also had a slew of one-night stands, failed relationships, and a slight
problem with cocaine before I met him.

Unlike Keith, Daniel was not an overly educated guy.  He was more
blue-collar, shoot from the hip, sex, drugs, and rock and roll kind of guy.
As long as it feels good, do it and do a lot of whatever "it" was.  He was
also a very loving and caring person. The kind of person that would
literally give you the shirt off his back. The kind of person that would
give you his last dollar. Daniel was also quite the slut before I met him.

They were as different from each other as Earth is from Jupiter.  And in no
way am I judging them or their behaviors.  My point is that both of them
had a degree of unpleasant history and bad baggage.  Not that everyone
doesn't have baggage, they do.  I think it is perfectly plausible that due
to their own personal histories, they were not as receptive to this
"connection" as you are; they were much more guarded.  You on the other
hand, are much more open to the connection that we have; that's why you can
fell it so strongly.  That's what I mean."

"I'm not sure, but I think you just complimented me again," he said with a
smile.  "I need to pee, daddy."

I stepped back in the hot tub and let him stand up.  He stepped out of the
tub and walked over to the end of the patio.  I had to smile to myself as
he released his stream.  He certainly isn't pee shy anymore that's for
sure.  He caught me watching him as he shook off and smiled twitching his
eyebrows at me again.

"Are you flirting with me? I asked him.

"Maybe," he smiled as he walked back over to the hot tub. He swung his leg
over the tub wall and stepped into the water.  For just a few seconds, he
stood on the tub bench looking down at me before stepping down into the
tub.  He stepped over to me and wrapped his arms around my waist.  I could
feel his emotion and responded in kind, hugging him tight.  I bent down and
kissed him on the shoulder as his head pressed into my chest.

I hugged him tight and lifted him up off the tub floor supporting his full
body weight in my arms.  I swayed him slightly side to side as I squeezed
him tight, his legs dangling in the water.  I could feel his grip on me
tighten as he moaned softly and my cock start to respond.  Neither of us
said a word as I stood in the center of the hot tub with him in my arms.

I slowly brought him back down to the tub floor and released him.  He took
a half step back and looked up into my eyes.  His face was quite flushed.
I grabbed his face in my hands and gently kissed him on the lips.  I so
badly wanted to make love to him but something told me to wait.  I have
learned to listen to that little voice in my head that historically has
guided me so well.  I just knew that I had to listen to it now.

"Are you OK, baby?" I asked him as the flush in his face lessened slightly.
He didn't respond right away and stared into my eyes as if he were in a
trance or something. He suddenly blinked his eyes and kind of woke up for
the lack of a better word.

"Um, yeah, yeah, I think so. That was so weird!" he answered.

I guided him back over to where we were sitting earlier and handed him his
beer.  "Here, sit down and take a drink.  Tell me what was so weird."

"I think I must have blacked out or something," he said.

"You didn't black out.  You were holding tight onto me the whole time.
Tell me what it felt like,"

"But I must have, I felt really warm all of a sudden; it was like a heat
wave passed thru my body and everything went white. My mind went completely
blank; there was no thought; just calm and blank. I felt this like
electrical current going through my entire body. It was such a strange
sensation but it wasn't scary.  What do you think it was?" he asked me.

"Your guess is as good as mine, gorgeous. I have no idea.  Maybe you just
got too warm.  Maybe you had an out-of-body experience or something.  The
good thing is you are OK and it wasn't scary.  I don't think it was an
anxiety attack because you said it wasn't scary.  Anxiety attacks are scary
in my experience. What were you thinking just before it happened?"

"I don't think I wasn't thinking about anything. I was just enjoying our
hug; I felt you so intensely.  I was feeling not thinking."

"So, you're OK now; you're back to normal?" I asked.

"Normal? No, I haven't been normal since I met you," he laughed.

"I'll take that as a yes," I said.  "Now I have to pee."

"Can I watch?" he asked as he twitched his eyebrows.

"Not only can you watch, you can hold it if you want," I said twitching my
eyebrows back at him as I stepped out of the hot tub. I walked over to
where he had peed earlier and turned slightly so he could see me.  "Last
chance," I said smiling.  When he didn't respond, I said, "OK, then; your
loss."

I pointed my dick at the back yard and released my stream waving my dick
all around as I peed. I heard Joel snickering over in the hot tub.  As I
squirted out the last few drops, I looked over at him and said, "Would you
like to shake it off for me?"

"He giggled and said, "You're a big boy, daddy, I think you can manage by
yourself."

I shook off and stuck my tongue at him.  He shook his head and smiled.  I
stepped back into the hot tub, sat down next to him, and pulled him over
onto my lap.  He leaned back against me and I wrapped my arms around his
waist resting my hands on his flat belly.  I could feel the silky hairs of
his happy trail and gently played with them between my fingers. I squeezed
him gently and kissed him on the cheek.

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