The Apprentice

Hope you all enjoyed the weekend! Some exciting stuff coming this week. Ivygate will begin properly, so keep an eye out for part 2! Lifechanger will be posted, too! Some very hot shorts are coming your way, and who knows what else?! 

All characters are 18+

At thirty-eight, I was at that age where things were beginning to seem rather dull. My marriage was a constant game of Will she sleep with me tonight, or stay in the spare room again? And my kids were turning into little adults and draining every red cent that I owned. I'd long learned to accept the fact that if my wife wasn't having sex with me, then it was entirely likely that she was having it with someone else, and the sad part about it, was that I wasn't even bothered anymore.

Life was a monotonous wheel of work, eat, sleep and repeat. Then, at weekends, I'd be too exhausted to do anything meaningful, so I guess I didn't blame my wife for being as flippant about our crumbling relationship as I was.

On the bright side, the rotating door of constant working meant that even as I approached the dreaded forty, I was still in prime shape. I supposed I'd been blessed with good genes, so I couldn't complain too much.

Despite that, the idea of returning home from work and being met with more work made me squirm, so things that most good husbands did, were let fall by the wayside. Ultimately, this resulted in my wife insisting that we hire builders, plumbers, and general handymen anytime something broke in the house. This, naturally, bruised my masculine ego, but I was happy to oblige to keep her satisfied.

It was that selfless, yet selfish act that changed everything for me. A simple creaky floorboard that had been the bane of Mia's life for the last fortnight, that could have easily been fixed had I been in the mood, was the thing that gave me back my spark.

Dylan, our youngest, had been a difficult child. From the age of around six, he found great pleasure in stealing anything he could get his grubby little paws on. Biscuits, treats, money, jewellery, you name it, and Dylan had it in his pockets. For that reason, my wife had insisted on putting cameras in the bedrooms to keep track of our little thief, which thankfully deterred him in the end, and he forgot about his life of crime. The cameras, however, remained.

We didn't actually use the cameras anymore, and had taken them out of our kids' rooms, but the one in our room stayed put. Sometimes, when I let my mind truly wander, I imagined my wife coming in some spicy evening, dressed in her best lingerie, and putting on a show and creating our own personal porno. Regrettably, it was nothing more than fantasy.

On Friday morning, as Mia took the kids to school and herself to work, I stayed back to let the flooring contractor in. We'd used him before, so I had no reservations about leaving him to do his job whilst I went off to work.

At exactly nine, a knock sounded and I opened the door to find a young man whom I had never seen before standing there awkwardly. He was a handsome little thing, with great blue eyes, a tuft of sandy coloured hair, and a nervous smile on his face.

"I'm um... I'm uh... I..."

"Jake will you just get inside" a second man chuckled, appearing with a tool box from the van, "sorry, he's the new apprentice".

"Not to worry" I smiled, and stepped aside to let the rambling teenager in, "want a coffee or anything?"

Jake shook his head politely as Darren walked in.

"He's only a pup" the man said, slamming his shovel like hand onto the teenager's back and making him wince, "eighteen years old and thinks he knows it all!".

I smiled. It was nothing more than tradesman banter, though I was sure the kid would bruise. "Main bedroom" I told them, "floors fucked".

I left for work shortly after, and didn't think anything more of Darren and his apprentice, until suddenly, all I could think about was Darren and his apprentice.

Why had the kid been so awkward at the door? I was a big guy, but not that big, and I'd certainly never been accused of being intimidating. Perhaps it was his age. An awkward teenager, I supposed. Yet, a young man as handsome as Jake surely had the confidence to match. Oddly, the kid plagued my brain as the day went on, and when lunch time finally rolled around, I found myself doing something that I knew I shouldn't have.

I loaded up the app that connected to the camera in the bedroom. If nothing else, I was interested to see if the guys were finished the job. Or so I told myself, anyway. I stared at the screen, waiting as the camera connected, and saw my bedroom, and nothing more.

Part of me was disappointed. For a reason unknown to me, I would have quite liked to get another look at Jake, and then just as I decided to close the app, I saw him.

He'd taken his jacket off and now wore only a sweaty t-shirt and his work pants. They were those pants with plenty of pockets for tools, and had a belt to keep them up on his slender waist. In truth, he looked great in them, but they were too large for him.

Darren was nowhere to be seen, but that wasn't surprising. It wasn't just lunch time for me after all, so he'd probably gone off to grab them something to eat, leaving the young apprentice to his own devices.

I watched him for a little while. Staring at the muscles in his arms as he worked away, unaware that every move he made was being spied upon. I felt bad, truly, I did, but there was something about the boy that captivated me.

The more I stared at him, the more I realised just how beautiful he really was. He wasn't some muscle man or some beefcake, he was just a normal guy, doing normal things, and yet, I was enthralled. He stood up, stretched his back, then caught sight of himself in the mirror. He posed like a bodybuilder, and I laughed to myself as he lifted his arms and tensed his small biceps, then lifted his shirt, and strained to find a six pack.

"Alright, that's enough" I told myself, and once again, made to turn off the phone, until Jake did something that I couldn't bare to miss.

He fumbled with the zipper on his work pants, and I watched in awe. He unbuttoned next, pulling each flap away from his groin as he held his sweaty t-shirt against his chest with his chin. His pant dropped as soon as he loosened his belt, all the way to his ankles to reveal a pair of tight, silk boxer briefs that I suddenly wanted in my mouth.

I shook my head. In all my years on this earth, not once had I ever looked at another man like that. Not once had I ever looked at another boy like that. He was hardly any older than my own son for Christ's sake. Yet I was looking at him, and I was looking at him with a burning lust in my heart.

He took out his phone and stood back up. I could see his bulge through the reflection, and found myself getting hard as he rubbed it. He took a photo, studied it for a moment, then took another one. My throat became dry as I adjusted my erection, and then the unimaginable happened.

Jake dragged his underwear down his soft, smooth thighs and allowed a decent sized cock to bounce out. It hung from his body, slightly curved, completely hairless, and sporting a thick foreskin that hung lazily over his helmet.

I let out a gasp as I watched him take hold of it and slowly pump it. He took more photos, standing at different angles as he did. He took some from the side, head on, from above. He turned his back entirely, snapped some of his perfect, bubble butt, and then scrambled with his pants as Darren's van pulled up outside.

When Jake was fully dressed he hurried back to the job at hand, and when Darren entered, he had no idea that his handsome little apprentice had just been figging his own prick in the mirror.

I shoved my phone into my pocket and sat back in the chair. I could hardly breathe, and felt an excited sweat on my forehead.

"Jesus" I whispered, wiping my face.

For the remainder of the day, I could think only of Jake and his beautiful manhood. What a lucky boy to have been blessed with such good looks and graces. Any young woman would be lucky to have him, and then I remembered the photographs of his ass. Did straight guys take pictures of their asses? I certainly never did, though I wasn't the type to take photos of my cock either, despite the fact that it dwarfed even Jake's.

I laughed to myself as I left the office that evening. Mia had denied me sex for so long that I was becoming feral, though I still had to admit that the kid had done something to me. Alas, I was hitting forty, Jake was a teenager, and both of us were surely straight. Right?

When I eventually returned home, the house was empty other than the guys. Mia had taken the kids to her mother's for the weekend, which, without sounding cruel, was ideal for me. I dropped my briefcase, ventured upstairs, and found Darren and Jake looking furious.

"Everything okay?" I asked, only just realising that after almost nine hours, they were still trying to repair a creaky floorboard.

"Sorry about this, man" Darren sighed, "someone hit a pipe, so we've spent most of the day sorting that mess out, and Jake here is going to finish this up before he leaves, ain't that right, Jake?"

The boy nodded sadly, refusing to look up from his boots.

"Don't worry about it" I shrugged, "mistakes happen".

The teen glanced at me and gave a quick smile before Darren scoffed. "See you later" he called, and we both watched as he left.

"He's a ray of sunshine, huh?" I said and Jake laughed and returned to the job. "Forget about it, kid, I'll patch it up tomorrow, you've done enough".

He looked up at me from his knees, and instantly I felt myself become excited. What the fuck was happening to me?

"Have you got a way to get home?" I asked, pushing the thoughts from my mind.

"I'll take a bus or something" he sighed, remaining on both knees, at a perfect height for something I increasingly wanted to do.

"I'll give you a ride" I told him, hoping that he'd pick up on my double meaning. He didn't.

Jake got to his feet a moment later, and then something came over me that I hadn't had since before I met Mia. I'd been a confident kid growing up, and Mia had been one of the prettiest girls in college. I had no reservations back then, and I almost always got what and who I wanted. I took a deep breath, whispered fuck it in my head, and pointed at the corner. Jake cocked a brow.

"Can you see that?" I asked, still pointing as the teen followed my finger toward the wall.

I waited for him to realise, but he simply stared at the camera.

"Say cheese" I joked, and slowly it began to dawn on him.

"Is... Is that a camera?" He asked, and his face began to burn.

"Yeah, it was the wife's idea, but there ain't nothing worth watching from it" I laughed, and even though Jake managed a polite laugh, too, I could tell that he was beginning to piece things together.

"I um... I can get the bus, Mr. Reid, it's really no problem".

"Mr. Reid?" I chuckled, "sounds like I'm a school teacher".

His grey t-shirt was slowly becoming damp again. He stared at me with his pretty eyes, and then said something that shocked us both.

"If only I had teachers like you when I was in school".

A silence fell between us. We were only a few feet apart, but I could smell the days work from him, and I wasn't upset by it.

"Oh yeah? Why is that?"

He held my gaze, before narrowing his eyes slightly and shrugging.

"Why don't" I breathed, stepping toward him and waiting for him to back away, and when he didn't, I continued, "you make yourself a little more comfortable".

I reached out and placed my hand on his shoulder. He shivered slightly, but remained in place, and I knew in that moment that Jake was as interested in this as I was.

The warm fabric slid up his torso to reveal a budding set of abs. He lifted his arms, revealing two tufts of soft black hair as I pulled the t-shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor.

"Y... You're married" he whispered, biting down on his lip as my fingers slid into his belt and unbuckled it.

"And I haven't had a good fuck in years" I told him, yanking his pants down, and watching as he stepped out of them.

He looked even more stunning in real life. He rubbed his bulge before pushing his hand inside. "Wanna change that, Mr. Reid?"

I pushed him back onto the bed, unable to control myself as he grinned and sat up on his elbows. I pulled each of his boots off, followed by his socks, and held his soft feet in my hands as he arched his back and moaned.

"You're a very handsome lad, Jake" I told him, but I had a feeling he already knew that.

He lifted his butt, and without thinking, I grabbed his silk boxer briefs and ripped them off him. His big cock flopped out, hitting his hairless groin, and I was on him in seconds.

"Oh fuck" he groaned, watching as I ran my tongue over his soft ball sack, tasting the sweat from him, sucking each little orb into my mouth.

I pried his legs apart, forcing his ass to spread so I could inhale his private parts as I swallowed his nuts.

"Fuck, Mr. Reid" he whimpered, squeezing the bedsheets.

I wasn't in the mood for talking. All I could think about now was pushing myself deep inside the young apprentice and blowing my load.

I grabbed his meaty cock in my fist and angled it toward me. Jake fell back, biting his knuckles as I gave my first blowjob, and suddenly I was hooked. It felt better than any sex I'd ever had with a woman. The scents, the sounds, the tastes, it was all magical, and after sucking on his delicious prick for almost five minutes, I was hungry for more.

I pushed his legs backwards, exposing his pink opening which had a small splashing of dark hair around it. My mouth came alive as I pressed it against his hole and lashed my tongue over the soft surface, feeling him clench as his sphincter puckered against the invasion.

"That feels so good" he whimpered, feeling me soak his most intimate area, "can you fuck me, Mr. Reid? Can you fuck me hard?".

I had every intention of fucking him, but hearing him say it made me shiver with excitement. I pulled open my pants and dragged out my seven inch cock which was already hard and soaked in pre-cum. Jake leaned forward, gawping at it and grabbing the head as I positioned myself.

"You a virgin, son?" I asked, as he rubbed my wet cock head across his hole. He shook his head.

"The guys on the football team fuck me" he admitted, and the image of young Jake being pounded by an entire football team almost made me cum.

"That" I grunted, pushing my helmet against him, "is fucking hot".

His hole took me after a brief resistance. His ring clamped down as I spread him apart, and Jake fell back and whimpered whilst pumping his eager cock.

I fed more and more of myself into him until every inch of my cock was imbedded inside the teenager. He was warm, tight and beautiful, but I could only bask in that for a moment before I began to pump him.

"Put your feet on my chest" I told him, dragging my shirt over my head to reveal my firm, hairy body. Jake obeyed instantly, placing both warm soles on my pecs as I drilled his fuck hole.

"You like that, Jake?" I grunted, placing a hand either side and slamming deep into him.

"Y... Yes" he cried out, "so much, Mr. Reid".

Finally, after all these years, I was getting to fuck someone in my marital bed. I should have felt bad, but I didn't. All I could feel in that moment was Jake's perfect cunt swallowing every inch of my cock.

"I'm gonna cum" I told him eventually, as both of us sweat and panted, "do you want me to pull it out?"

He considered it for a moment, his beautiful face scrunched in concentration, before finally he shook his head.

"Cum in me" he whispered, and I didn't need to be asked twice.

I sped up. My heavy, full balls bounced off his hairless taint, slapping away as I used him. Harder now, making him moan as he gripped his aching pole again.

"I'm gonna cum too" he whimpered, jerking quickly.

"Together".

As I watched streams of silky teen cum gush from his beautiful cock slit, I exploded inside him. I felt every cum shot as it destroyed his insides, and gasped, groaned and moaned with the first proper orgasm I'd had in years.

I sat back on my ankles with my cock still spewing inside him. He let me stay there, enjoying the pulsing from his asshole as the orgasms faded out of both of us, and when it was finally over, Jake looked at me with glassy eyes.

"That was amazing, Mr. Reid" he said breathlessly.

"You know something, Jake" I replied, playing with his soft, wet cock, "I think I have a few more jobs that need doing around here, how busy are you this weekend?"

A smile crossed his handsome face.

"I'm not busy at all, Mr. Reid. Not busy at all".