The Apprentice
Part One
By
Peter Townsend
The new apprentice caught my eye as soon as he entered the workshop canteen. Apart from being called Lynus, which was a name to fantasize with itself, he also had a body that you could definitely fantasize about.
He was 17 and about 5'8", probably about 11 stone and skins the colour of ebony, with a baby smooth complexion. He had a cropped haircut and the thick inviting lips and toothy grin that only an African heritage can instil.
I knew that I was going to make it my business to see more of him, literally. I got to know him better throughout the summer, my lust just bubbling under the surface.
One of the highpoints of the summer was finding out that he had a penchant for wearing HOM all in ones, all the other guys at work took the piss out of him about this, and I just drooled quietly.
At the Xmas eve booze up Lynus was well on the way to being legless even before we left the canteen for the pub. After about an hour or so at the pub he was well gone and when he disappeared to the toilet for over 15 minutes I followed in more out of concern than any ulterior motives. I found him clinging to the toilet bowl being very ill as the nights drinking overtook him, I grabbed a handful of toilet roll and wetting it at the sink I wiped his face clean, he looked up at me as he relaxed his grip on the bowl slightly, his big hazel brown eyes gave a sort of hard smile which went with the stupid drunk grin spread across his lips. I had an instant hardon even though I was 3 parts pissed myself.
"Thanks" he sighed, as I helped him to his feet, his jeans slid to his ankles and I looked down to see his limp ebony dick hanging from the front of his all in one underwear, taking it in my hand for slightly longer than I should have I placed it back into his pants and buttoned them up, as I finished belting up his jeans he turned and giving me a fleeting kiss on the lips said
"Thanks".
Between xmas and New Year was very quiet and we were running on a skeleton staff, just after 4 we were all mucking around thinking about clocking off in less than an hour. The ringing phone broke the boredom as a breakdown was called through; a school bus had blown its prop shaft and would have to be towed back. Pete the receptionist asked me to attend the breakdown and take Lynus with me in case I had to tow it back on the A bar. As we left the garage in the FL6 Wrecker the first real snow of winter was settling over the earlier frozen rain, I could feel the back end slipping out on the bends, It took over 2 hours to reach the bus a run that normally would take under an hour. The school bus was empty already but broken down across a junction blocking both roads and causing traffic to queue for miles around, police were everywhere and all seemed relieved as our amber beacons announced our arrival. Parking up on the pavement we went over and started digging the snow out from under the bus, clearing enough room I crawled underneath to take out the prop, the last 2 bolts were frozen solid and Lynus had to crawl under with me to help undo them, eventually we hitched up the bus to the A bar and started slowly back to the depot nearly 80 feet in length slippin and slidin through the ice. We got back to the depot at about 10.30 and everything was locked up, getting the keys off security we went into the canteen. Both of us were frozen solid and quickly stepping out of our boots and overalls we raced for the only shower. Jumping in just before Lynus I turned on the taps and felt the steaming hot water thawing out my cold body.
"Shit man its freezing" said Lynus from outside the cubicle as I soaped myself up and felt the water beating a tattoo on back.
"If you aint out in five minutes im coming in with you"
Hope you like this from my hand written history book of stories if you do let me know at petetownsend22@hotmail.com. Part 2 will follow soon