Date: Tue, 19 Aug 2003 02:44:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: Joshua <orionboy20@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Apprentice

This is a fictional story based on my fantasies.  Though
some of the elements for the setting are based in fact, this
story is pure fiction.  Any similarities to any person is
coincidence.  This story contains graphic sexual acts
between males of consenting age.  If this bothers you, or is
illegal in the state or town where you live, please hit the
back button now.  You have been warned.  Otherwise, enjoy!


                       The Apprentice


It was another boring Monday.  I normally didn't work
Mondays, but tonight was an exception.  One of the other
managers was out on maternity leave, so my schedule was
affected as well.

We had just finished up our weekly manager's meeting when
our head manager, Jacob, pulled me aside to give me some
news.

"Hey, I just wanted to let you know that the guys from
Edwards Design are going to be in tonight to adjust the
masking and curtains in number seven."

I groaned.  This was one thing I hated about working at the
movie theater.  Any work inside the theaters had to be done
either before or after hours.  And I was usually the one who
got stuck there when it happened.

"How late am I going to be here?  I have stuff to do
tomorrow."

"It shouldn't be more than an hour or two after closing.
They just have to put the chain back on the motor and make
sure the picture lines up.  And they agreed they'd check
through the other theaters to make sure nothing else is
wrong."

I sighed, resigned to my fate.  At least I'd get paid for
it.

My shift passed rather quickly.  We were busier than I'd
anticipated, so I hardly noticed how fast the time went by.
It was about a quarter to midnight when I heard the front
door open.  I turned from the computer where I was sitting
to see who it was.  Two men in blue shirts that said
"Edwards Design, Inc." in large, bold white letters had just
entered the lobby.  The first man, somewhat older, was
honestly nothing to look at.  He was in his mid to late
40's, I guessed.  If it hadn't been for the beer gut and
messy beard, who knows, maybe he would have looked good.
Looking slightly past him, though, I saw something that took
my breath away.  Tagging along behind his boss was a younger
man, probably no older than I.  He had scruffy brown hair,
piercing green eyes, and was probably about 6 foot 4 or so.
His tight blue shirt betrayed the muscles of his arms and
torso.  I had to force myself to breath again so I wouldn't
look like an idiot.

Now, before I go any further, I should probably tell you a
bit about myself.  I'm 20 years old, about 6 foot 3, 200
pounds, with blond hair and blue eyes.  I've known I was gay
since I was 18.  Before that, I'd tried everything I could
to deny the fact, but I finally came to accept it, and
eventually embrace it.  After all, it's who I am.
Anyway, back to the story.

The older man approached the manager's station where I was
sitting and extended his hand.

"Hi, I'm Tom, from Edwards Design, and this is my
apprentice, Mark."

He indicated the young god trailing silently behind him.
Mark looked up, nodded, and then went back to staring at the
floor.

"Yes, I've been expecting you.  Jacob told me you were
coming.  I'm Josh."

"Good to meet you Josh.  So, when can we get started?"

"Number seven just got out.  All the customers are gone.
It's all yours."

"Great.  We'll get right to work.  Mark, go grab the ladder
and my tool box.  I'm going to go in and take a look."

Mark turned and left the building.  Tom headed straight for
the theater and I followed.  As much as I'd have liked to
have gone with Mark, Tom had no idea what was wrong with the
curtains, and, being the dutiful manager I was, had to fill
him in.

"So what's going on with this thing?"

"The curtain motor is stuck.  The chain got caught in the
fabric last week.  We've still been able to show movies, but
only in widescreen format."

"Hmmm, this doesn't look good.  This might take longer than
an hour.  I'll try not to keep you too late."

"Thanks."

At this moment, Mark entered, carrying the ladder.  I
politely excused myself and headed back for the lobby.  As I
did, I could hear Tom telling Mark to go out to their truck
and get something else.  A moment later, he emerged from the
theater and headed for the parking lot.  I stared after him,
trying not to be too obvious.  A moment later, he was back,
carrying a large box.  I tried to look busy with my paper
work.  When I happened to look up, I could have sworn I
caught him staring at me.  He quickly looked away and went
right into the theater.  My heart was beating just a bit
faster.

Almost an hour and a half passed before I saw either of them
again.  I was sitting at the computer reading e-mail.  The
building was locked up, the lobby lights were off, and all
the employees had gone home.  It was just me and the Edwards
guys.  I thought I heard a noise, and a moment later, Tom
and Mark emerged from the theater.  Tom spoke.

"The curtain is fine, but that chain is shot to Hell.  It
got messed up real bad.  I have to run out to the store and
get a replacement.  You have any 24 hour stores around here?
I'm not familiar with the area."

"There's a 24 hour home supply store in Meritville.  It's
about a half an hour drive each way though."

"That'll have to do then.  I don't want to have to drive up
here again.  It's a four hour trip.  They should have what I
need.  You don't mind staying, do you?

I felt kind of on the spot.  I did have a lot to do the next
day, but I could really have used the money.

"No, it's ok."

"Great.  I'll be back in probably an hour and a half or so.
It might take awhile to find exactly what I need.  In the
meantime, Mark will stay here and go through your other
theaters with you and see if there's anything else major we
need to fix."

I hoped that I didn't look too overly excited.  An hour and
a half.  Alone.  With one of the most handsome men I'd ever
seen.  It was too good to be true!

Tom left shortly thereafter.  Both of us were silent for a
minute, as if neither of us knew what to do.  I was the
first to speak.

"Well, why don't we start in number one and work our way
through."

"Sounds fine to me."

I stood up, doing the best I could to hide the slight bulge
in my khakis.

We spent the next fifteen minutes going through the other 11
theaters and finding absolutely nothing wrong.  Along the
way, we finally started to feel more at ease with each other
and started making small talk.  I learned that Mark was 19.
He'd just started apprenticing with Edwards two months ago.
He'd done well in high school, but didn't want to go to
college.  I also learned he was a soccer and basketball
player, and that he had a cat.

We finished our inspection and sat down in the lobby.  We
still had over an hour until Tom was due back.  It was going
to be hard to keep up the small talk for that long.  I
looked over at Mark, trying to think of something to say,
when he spoke.

"So, are you, um, gay, or something?"

The question caught me off guard.  It was the last thing I
was expecting.

"Um, what makes you, um, say that?"

"Well, you never mentioned a girlfriend.  And earlier, you
were checking me out."

"I was not!"

"When I had to go out and get that box.  I saw your
reflection in the windows!"

Damn!  Busted.

"Ok, you got me.  But you were checking me out too!"

"Yeah, I was."

I looked up.  He had a huge grin on his face.

"So you're."

"Gay?  Yep."

"I was going to say attracted to me."

"That too."

He laughed.  I smiled too.  We were getting more comfortable
with each other.

"So you like what you see, Mark?"

"A lot.  As soon as I saw you, I had to avert my eyes.  I
didn't want to spring a boner right in the middle of your
lobby!"

"Well then at least I would've known that you interested!"

We both had a good laugh.

"So, I know this is a dumb question, but is
there anywhere we could maybe, have some fun?"

He looked around kind of nervously.

"Um, yeah, follow me."

I led him upstairs to the projection booth.
There was a large, low work table just before
the first projectors.

"Dude, that's perfect!"  He said.  I cleared
the few tools that were on it away and sat
down on the edge.  He did the same.

"We aren't gonna get in some kinda trouble,
are we?"

"Don't worry.  No one will know.  There are no
security cameras in the building, and all the
doors are locked."

"What if someone has a key?  Like another
manager."

"We can hear the door from up here and."

I didn't even have time to finish my sentence
when his lips met mine.  Obviously, I'd calmed
his fears!  I felt his hands drift up to the
back of my head and pull me deeper into the
kiss.  I gently pushed my tounge between his
lips. They parted and allowed me entry.  Then
his tounge came alive.  I withdrew mine from his
mouth and felt his enter my own mouth.  He
carefully probed around my mouth.  I savored
every moment of it.

After what seemed like a blissful eternity, we
separated to catch our breath.  Mark looked at
me with a sheepish smile.

"That was good."

I nodded in agreement.  Then I felt his hand
brush against my thigh.  He leaned in and kissed
me again as his hand explored the inside of my
legs.  More than once, I felt his hands brush up
against my straining cock.  Finally, his hand
came to rest on the bulge in my pants and he
began to gently rub it.  I moaned.  He broke our
kiss and began to nibble at my ear.

"Lay back."

I complied eagerly.  His right hand came up and
began to gently massage my chest and nipples as
his left worked to undo my khakis.  It took him
a moment, but he succeeded.  I lifted my butt
off of the table and in one swift motion he
removed my pants, right over my shoes!  I
giggled.  What I sight I must have been!

Mark looked into my eyes and smiled.  Damn what
a smile! Slowly, he undid the buttons on my
shirt.  A moment later, it, along with my
undershirt, were in a pile on the floor. He
stood, then kneeled down beside the table.  I
could feel him pull my shoes off, then my socks.
I waited, eagerly anticipating his next move.
When nothing happened after a moment, I looked
up.  There was Mark.  He had just finished
removing his own cloths.  My jaw dropped.  His
body looked like one of those sculptures you see
in a museum.  But then my eyes fixed on the
prize.  His big, beautiful cock.  It had to be
at least 8, maybe 9 inches and cut.  It was
standing at full attention, with a slight upward
curve.

"Now let's see what you've got under those
boxers!"

He walked up to the table, grabbed the waistband
of my boxers, and pulled them down.  My own cock
sprang out and smacked my lower stomach.

"Mmmmm.  Nice.  7 inches, I'd say?"

I nodded.  He'd guessed it exactly.

He kneeled down by the table again and pulled my
body toward the edge.  He was a lot lighter than
me, but obviously he was quite strong from years
of playing sports.  I felt his tounge gently
begin to explore the inside of my thighs.  I
quivered as he worked his way closer to my cock.
If it were even possible, I felt like I was
harder.  Finally, I could feel his tounge on my
balls.  He licked his way carefully from one to
the other, then back again.  Finally, he moved
up.  I felt him lick his way up the underside of
my shaft, then around the base of the head.  I
let out a little yelp. I could see him smile.
Then, it happened.  I felt his warm mouth
surround the head of my cock.  Slowly, he worked
his way down my cock until all seven inches were
enclosed in his mouth.

By this time, I was moaning like crazy.  It had
been months since I'd done anything like this,
and I needed it.  And Mark could tell.  As I
continued to moan and writhe about beneath him,
his head began to bob up and down on my hard
cock.  Several times, I thought I was going to
cum.  But each time, he seemed to anticipate and
would slow down just enough to keep from pushing
me over the edge.  Finally, I couldn't take it
anymore.

"Mark, let me suck you!  Please!  I want to feel
your big cock in my mouth!"

He happily obliged.  Without taking his mouth
off my cock, he swung his body around until his
rock hard cock was dangling mere inches from my
mouth.  I craned my neck up and greedily took
this prize into my mouth.  It tasted so good! It
had a slightly salty taste at first, like he'd
maybe cum recently.  Either way, I didn't mind.
I hungrily bobbed my head up and down this
beautiful cock, savoring every moment of it.  As
I did, I felt an entirely new sensation coming
from my own body.  Mark had moved down a bit.
His head was now buried between my legs.  His
arms had spread my cheeks apart, granting him
access to my hole.

As I continued sucking his cock, I felt his
tounge gently caressing my tight hole.  As it
gradually loosened up, I could feel him probing
deeper and deeper.  I had never, EVER been
rimmed before.  I had no idea how good it felt!
Gradually, I began to concentrate less and less
on sucking Mark's cock and more and more on my
own feelings of pleasure.  I hardly noticed when
Mark withdrew his cock from my mouth and stood
up.  Finally, I opened my eyes and saw him
standing at the edge of the table.

"Can I fuck you?  You have a great ass, and I'd
really like to fuck you, if you don't mind."

I could tell he was nervous again.  He obviously
didn't have much experience.  But then again,
neither did I.  This would only be my second
time.  I looked into his eyes.

"Mark, babe, you can do whatever you want!  I'm
yours!  And I want your big, beautiful cock
buried inside me!"

He flashed me that killer smile again.  What a
charmer this kid was!

He spat in his hand and reached down and stroked
himself a few times, lubing himself up.  Then,
he reached out and lifted my legs, resting them
on his shoulders.  I watched him intently as he
maneuvered into position.  Then, I felt it.  The
head of his cock was pressing gently at my hole.
I tensed up for a minute, memories of the pain
of my first time flashing through my mind.  But
then I looked up into Mark's sweet, boyish face.
He was watching me intently as well, looking for
any sign that I might be in pain.  I relaxed as
he pushed a little more.  A second later, he was
in.  Slowly, he pushed the entire length of his
cock into my waiting ass.  I exhaled slowly,
remembering to breath.
There was a slight pain at first, but then pure
pleasure as the head of his cock made contact
with my prostate.  Then I felt his pubic hair
against my ass and knew that was it.

"Oh god Mark!  That feels so good!  It's like a
perfect fit!"

"It feels good, dude!  Your ass is kinda tight,
but not so much it hurts."

"Then fuck me baby!  Fuck me for all you're
worth!"

I knew it sounded corny when I said it.  What
the hell was I, some kind of cheap porn star?
Mark didn't seem to mind though.  He actually
took it to heart.  I could feel his cock start
to slide out, then back in, then out, and in.
He started out slow, but picked up the tempo
rapidly.  In a matter of moments, he was
pistoning in and out of my ass. Hard!  I was
moaning and groaning in ecstasy.  Every time his
cock went in, he managed to hit my prostate.  It
felt so incredibly good, I couldn't believe it!
So much better than my first time!

It wasn't long before I could tell he was
getting close.  He started to moan louder than I
was.  I reached down and started to stroke my
own hard cock.  I was determined that I would
cum first and push him over the edge.  It was a
good thing no one else was in the building,
because they probably could have heard us no
matter where they were!

"Aw fuck Mark!  I'm gonna cum!"

"Me too!  Me too!  Fuck!"

It must've looked (and sounded) like a porno,
but neither of us gave a damn.  All we cared
about was the intense pleasure we were feeling.
Finally, I could hold back no longer.  It felt
like my balls were being completely emptied.  I
erupted like a volcano.  I could see at least 5
ropes of hot, sticky cum fly up, coming back
down to land across my chest and stomach.  For
me, this was quite an event.  Usually I could
barely shoot past my lower abs!

At the same moment, Mark let out scream of
delight.  As my ass muscles clamped down on his
cock as I let loose, I could feel his cock
stiffen.  With one final thrust, he buried his
cock as deep in my ass as he could and held it
there.  I could feel his hot load erupt inside
me.  He held himself there for a moment, that
same big grin plaster on his face as he emptied
his cum in me.  Then, he collapsed on top of me.

After a few seconds, his mouth found mine again
and we made out for a few more minutes.  Neither
of us wanted to get up, but we knew we had to.
Looking at the clock, we knew Tom
would be back any time.  I found us some shop
rags and we cleaned ourselves up as best as we
could.  Then we took a quick trip to the
bathroom with some paper towels and a jug of
hand soap.  We'd just finished cleaning
ourselves up and gotten dressed when we heard a
knock at the door.  We quickly rinsed our mouths
out with water, hoping that would do the trick,
and went out to the lobby.  Tom was standing at
the door.  I walked over and let him in.

"Sorry it took so long.  I got there and it took
forever from them to find out that they were out
of the kind of chain I need.  I guess you had to
stay late for nothing."

"Oh, that's ok.  Mark is good company.  Besides,
it's not like I have anywhere else to be."

"Well, we'll have to come back again next week,
once we've got the proper kind of chain.  Was
there anything else wrong in any of the other
theaters?"

"Nope, not a thing."

Mark chimed in.

"I noticed a couple things that might break
soon.  We might want to set aside a few hours
next time we're here."

He flashed his smile.

"Fine by me.  You're gonna make a damn fine
design technician Mark."

Tom beamed at his apprentice.

"Well, good night then Josh.  It was nice to
meet you.  I'll call to set something up for
next week."

Tom shook my hand and headed out to his truck.

"So you think you need a few hours next time,
huh?"

I gave Mark a smirk.

"Well, you never know how much time it'll take."

Making sure we were out of Tom's sigh, Mark
moved in front of me and gave me one last deep
kiss on the mouth.

"Oh, and just so you know, once I get my
certification, I was already planning to move to
this area.  They want to open a branch office in
Meritville.  Hope I'll be seeing you around."

We were both smiling now.

"You can count on it."

The End

That ended up a bit longer than I originally
intended, but I enjoyed writing it immensely.

This is my first story ever. Please, tell me
what you thought of it!  Email me at
OrionBoy20@yahoo.com.

Thanks,
Josh