Date: Sun, 26 Apr 2009 11:11:29 -0400
From: Skin Diver <foreskindiver1958@gmail.com>
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.