HomeShort StoryAn Apprenticeship by Paul Kimm

An Apprenticeship by Paul Kimm

An Apprenticeship by Paul Kimm


Teenager Paul begins an apprenticeship as a painter-decorator at his dad’s agency, however will his workmates’ boyish pranks go too far?
By Paul Kimm.

Picture generated with OpenAI

Jeff and Joan owned the final guesthouse on Princess Avenue. Joan ran the guesthouse, which was busy from June to the top of August yearly, with friends from throughout West Yorkshire, Tyneside, and generally Scotland. Additionally they owned a adorning agency, JWD Decorators. They’d had the home for seventeen years, the adorning agency for fifteen. It was the one residence their son, Paul, had lived in. The portray agency employed 5 full-time decorators and a brand new apprentice, Paul.

‘First lesson is maintain the comb. You are proper handed, proper?’


‘Right here, take this one-inch.’

Paul took it from Derek and held it as he would an ice cream cone. The brand-new brush with a burgundy deal with, gold letters, its model title embossed into the wooden. A thousand pristine, uniform horsehairs caught out from it, clasped in an ideal rectangle by the silver band, with the scale, 1″, stamped on it. It was the most recent trying object Paul had ever seen.

‘Now, look how I maintain mine.’

Paul seemed down at Derek’s contorted hand. The skinny finish of the deal with nestled on the smooth fats of pores and skin between the bottom of his thumb and index finger. The highest of his thumb pressed one aspect, his center finger the opposite, the index finger resting between them, laid in a protracted curve up the size of the comb. Derek turned his wrist just a few occasions in entrance of Paul’s face.


‘I feel so.’

‘Alright, have a go then.’

Paul tried to mould the comb into the identical place, however could not twist his digits in the identical method, and something shut felt awkward in his grasp, cramping his fingers. Derek reached over and took Paul’s hand.

‘Right here. Not as straightforward because it seems, is it?’

Derek organized Paul’s thumb, manoeuvred his fingers across the deal with, and rested the finger between to put on prime.

‘That is not dangerous. Do not resist it. You are holding it too tight. It wants to sit down there such as you’ve grown a sixth finger, such as you’ve at all times had it. It should be sitting there for forty hours per week, so that you higher get used to it. In time you may miss it when it is not there.’

Paul rotated it in his hand as Derek had. It wasn’t comfy and it was arduous to think about it ever could be.

‘Take a look at my finger, lad. See the way it’s bent. That is twenty-five years of use for you. 1000’s of hours in that.’

Derek fanned his fingers out, inches from Paul’s face. Above the highest knuckle his center finger tilted twenty levels the place the comb had step by step, completely, set it.

‘You may suppose that appears grim, Paul, but it surely’s a decorator’s honour that bent finger is. Aye, and the lasses like it.’

Derek grinned and winked. Paul’s face heated up. Derek smirked, tapped Paul’s elbow, and left the paint hut.

‘Come on. We’ll get you on priming. All of the apprentices begin off on priming.’

As they crossed the location Paul thought once more of the kiss with Caroline. The reminiscence despatched his cheeks extra crimson. Down the aspect alley of her home she’d requested him to kiss her. He was beginning his first job she’d stated, changing into a person, it was time for them to kiss correctly, have a snog. She’d pulled him to, her forearms resting on his shoulders, opened her mouth and instructed him to do the identical. Her lips moved and pressed towards his and he labored at copying her. Her tongue went between his enamel and tickled the top of his. He felt himself thicken in his underpants and rubbed towards her. She pushed him off. With a cry of disgust Caroline darted to the again door. She did not look again at him. That was over per week in the past and so they hadn’t seen one another since.

On the lengthy skinny, rickety construction that was the priming shed, Derek opened the door, picked up two trestles, and introduced them out, placing them down two yards aside.

‘Proper, give us hand getting the skirtings out then.’

Paul went after Derek into the shed. Collectively they dragged out a dozen three metre lengths of skirting board, balanced them throughout the trestles, after which distributed them at even distances with an inch of house between every one. Paul adopted Derek’s lead. Not a phrase between them as they labored. Derek introduced a small steel bucket caked in dried paint and a big plastic tub out of the shed. As he peeled the lid off it made a ripping sound and a belch of air escaped from it. He tilted it into the smaller steel container and poured to three-quarters full.

‘Give us your one-inch so I can wipe the rim.’

Paul handed over his immaculate, first brush, and Derek combed it around the ridge the place the thick white lip threatened to drip, and sealed again the lid.

‘Proper, you are good to go lad. This is your paint kettle and brush. Give these skirtings a lick. Begin down the left aspect, give them a proper skinny coat. It is solely primer in spite of everything. By the point you are on the final, the primary’ll be dry. As soon as they’re dry stack them again on the underside rack and get one other dozen going. That is you sorted till dinner I reckon. Obtained all that?’

Paul nodded.

‘Good one lad. I will come again at twelve, so we will go have our grub.’

Paul took the comb, dipped the bristles into it, scraped off the surplus on the fringe of the paint kettle and stroked the primary skirting board with it. The paint coated not more than a few inches. He repeated this identical motion till the primary three-metre skirting was executed. It took him over thirty minutes to do one. The work grew to become computerized in his palms and his ideas turned to Caroline.

They’d held palms since they have been twelve. She’d insisted on a swift kiss on the cheek as a goodbye since 13. They’d declared themselves formally boyfriend and girlfriend a yr later, however by no means acquired previous hand holding, lengthy walks down the seafront, departing pecks, Saturday cinema matinees each two weeks, occasional arms round shoulders for the final hundred metres of their walks, shared bites of identical piece of handheld meals from time to time, seafront ice lotions on a summer time’s day, however nothing greater than this till the opposite week.

From throughout the location, up an aluminium ladder portray a window, Derek hollered. Paul seemed down at his work and noticed he’d accomplished three and half skirting boards.

‘End off what you are doing lad. Meal time.’

Again within the paint hut Derek instructed him to decide on a tin to sit down on. They’d half an hour, so that they wanted to get their lunch down them, hold the tempo going.

‘What you bought in yours? My missus made ham and cheese for me. Swimming in mustard.’

‘I do not know but. My mum made them. Tuna mayo perhaps.’

Paul sat on an unopened, five-litre bucket of white gloss and retrieved the Tupperware field from his knapsack. He peeled again the lid. The stench was prompt. There have been no sandwiches, no chocolate bar, and no apple. Of their place a diagonal shit, taking on the size of the field, sat there. Paul shivered. Salty water welled up in every eye.

‘Hahaha! Welcome to your apprenticeship lad!’

Paul seemed throughout at Derek, whereas nonetheless holding the bathtub containing what have to be Derek’s personal shit. Nobody else was on the location. Regardless of the stink, starvation pulled on Paul’s abdomen. The drops conserving their place in his tear ducts grew, able to descend his cheeks.

‘Come on lad. It is alright. Fling that out, give it a rinse, and I will provide you with one among my sarnies. That’ll see you alright for the remainder of the day.’

At 5 o’clock Paul’s dad got here to choose them up. The entrance passenger seats have been taken by two different decorators. They climbed into the again and sat on paint tins.

‘How’d Paul get on then, Derek?’

‘Aye, not dangerous. Wants to choose up tempo on his priming, however the lad’ll be alright.’

‘Good one. Proven him maintain his brush?’

‘I’ve Jeff. Will pace him up tomorrow. By finish of the week he’ll be priming good.’

‘Great things, Derek.’

‘No trouble, Jeff. Hope your Joan’s acquired a giant tea on. I reckon the lad’s hungry.’

The subsequent morning, earlier than any work, Paul took some yellow masking tape, wrapped it across the plastic cowl of his sandwich field 4 occasions, pressed all the way down to seal all 4 sides, and positioned it again in his bag.

‘Come on lad. I will present you get extra mileage together with your brush at present.’

They drew out twelve lengths once more. Derek instructed Paul to fill his paint kettle three-quarters, get his brush from the water it was resting in, dip it, wipe it, then paint no matter size of the wooden the he may cowl.

‘I see the place you are going unsuitable. It is in your dipping and slapping. You are like a house decorator. Do not scrape all of your paint out like an beginner. That you must dip it and provides it two slaps on the within edge. Come right here, I will present you.’

Derek took Paul’s kettle, delved the bristles in virtually as much as the silver band, drew it out, gave it a agency pat on the within wall of the kettle on one aspect after which the opposite. Then he floated the comb in lengthy strides alongside the wooden protecting 4 occasions what Paul had managed and in much less time. Derek handed the pot again to Paul and instructed him to do the identical. When he repeated Derek’s strikes, the bodily distinction within the weight, with extra paint, felt just like the white primer would dribble out, but it surely did not, and as he positioned the comb on the wooden, to proceed the place Derek had left off, the paint glided and slid in a clean, strong movie which unfold itself below the comb’s movement.

‘That is tremendous, lad. You’ve got picked that one up like a professional. Dip, slap, slide, and you may’t go unsuitable. I reckon you may get hundreds executed at present.’

Derek went off to get his ladder. Paul smiled.

At noon, Paul discovered his lunch field unmolested. While Paul unwrapped the tape from across the field Derek did not converse, and even lookup. They remained in silence till the top of the break.

‘That thirty minutes flies, does not it? Let’s get again to it.’

Inside the house of the afternoon Paul managed to prime up one other twenty-four lengths. He’d greater than doubled the variety of his first day. As he was packing away the freshly dried final batch he heard the murmur of Derek’s radio method.

‘How’s your dipping, slapping, and stroking gone then?’

‘Okay, I feel. Obtained much more executed.’

‘Good lad. So, are you right into a little bit of the dip, slap, and stroke?’

Paul did not know reply. Derek’s grin stretched beneath his nostril, his paint kettle in his left hand and moveable radio in his proper. He swayed back and forth and repeated.

‘Do you want a little bit of dipping and slapping?’

Paul seemed down at Derek’s swaying hips and noticed his penis hanging outdoors his overalls swinging back and forth. Derek set free a guffaw, put his radio and paint kettle on the bottom, took his balls and cock into his proper hand and waggled them in the direction of Paul.

‘You are previous man says you’ve got acquired a lass. Have you ever dipped and slapped her with this? Obtained your finish away but?’

Paul did not converse. He hadn’t seen one other man’s non-public components earlier than.

‘I am asking you in the event you’ve dipped your dick in your girlfriend but. Otherwise you nonetheless a virgin?’

‘I have never executed that. No.’

‘Aye, that is what I assumed.’

Derek inserted himself again into his overalls, fixed the three undone buttons, bent down for his radio and kettle, straightened up, and set free a sigh.

‘Come on lad. Your previous man’ll be choosing us up shortly. Let’s get cleaned up.’

Within the van Jeff requested Derek how Paul had acquired on. Paul slunk on the rear, his elbows on his thighs, cheeks cupped in his palms. He thought of Caroline, his grown penis pushing at his trousers, her storming off. He noticed Derek’s face beaming at him, his flaccid penis swaying aspect to aspect. Caroline hadn’t even seen his penis, solely felt it by way of their garments. The heat in his face heated his palms and water started to swell in his eyes. The time it took to drop the others off, and get to the guesthouse, was sufficient to maintain him from full crying.


‘What, Paul?’

‘Will or not it’s simply me and Derek on that website or extra of you?’

‘Did not Derek point out? Want to hurry that job up. Me and the opposite lads’ll be on website subsequent week as effectively.’

On Monday all 5 of them have been there, Jeff, Derek, two different lengthy termers Robbo and Smithy, and Paul.

‘I’ve instructed Derek to get you on totally different jobs this week. We’ll have you ever on a three-inch doing a little primary slicing in on the partitions. On Friday we’d provide you with a go in your first door.’

Derek and Paul gripped twenty-five litre buckets of magnolia emulsion every in each palms, and waggled in the direction of a home, because the heavy containers rocked between their legs. Contained in the streaky brown partitions, smelling of moist sand, waited for his or her first coat. They positioned the heavy tubs on the ground. Derek took a scraper from his overalls pouch, crouched down, slid the steel edge to the proper aspect of the rim, and prised open the highest with a loud, suction-releasing crack. A thick, creamy slather of custard-coloured paint caught to the underside of the lid. Derek took a brush, swept it in a semi-circle, filling the black bristles, after which wiped it right into a kettle.

‘Proper, your flip. Do like I simply did. This is your new brush.’

Derek handed over the comb, precisely the identical model and design as final week’s one-inch, however with the image 3″ embossed on the silver clasp. Paul took the second brush of his apprenticeship, then repeated what he’d seen Derek do.

‘Great things, lad. Obtained your first three-inch now. Going up on the planet, eh?’

For the remainder of the day, Derek defined maximise the quantity of paint the comb may maintain, get probably the most protection, confirmed some slicing in strategies round corners and ceiling edges, clear water-based paint from his brush, and retailer it so it stayed in good situation. Paul solely noticed his dad at meal time, they’d equivalent sandwiches made by his mum. On the day’s finish, with everybody within the van, Jeff requested Derek how Paul was doing.

Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday have been the identical. The work, transferring from room to room, first-coating the partitions, consuming sandwiches at dinner, the noise of the mouth-filled conversations of 5 of them, every day somebody holding up web page three of The Solar with the day’s topless image accompanied by a ‘what I would not do along with her’ or ‘I might have a whale of a time with these’ and a wink in Paul’s path, the management of his reddening cheeks enhancing with every day.

On Thursday’s journey residence Jeff stated the primary phrases he’d stated to his son that week in entrance of the opposite decorators.

‘Derek says you’ve got had an excellent week. We’ll provide you with a go in your first door tomorrow.’

‘Thanks, dad.’

‘Do not bloody thank me. Thank Derek if anybody, and simply do an honest job on the door.’

The subsequent afternoon was the primary time Paul entered one of many totally completed homes. All second becoming was executed, spotless partitions, aligned, symmetrical mild fittings and electrics in every single place, all indicators of plumbing hidden, swept floorboards, home windows clear to the purpose of invisibility. The glossing of doorways was the one job that remained.

‘You will have to observe me do a pair first. I will do two interiors after which we’ll provide the entrance door, so in the event you drip any, it will be outdoors not less than. The principle factor with a door is sweet tempo, laying paint on correctly, layering it proper, and no runs. Completely no runs. In case your dad sees a single galloper on the door, he’ll go berserk.’

For the subsequent two hours Paul noticed Derek as he accomplished 4 door sides. Derek always commentated on what he was doing, asking Paul if he understood. He started the door within the prime left nook, lapped paint vertically, brushed the identical moist space horizontally, then up and down once more giving the strokes their constant grain, moved to the proper, repeated, then the proper as soon as extra, and the highest third of the door was glossed. Derek repeated the identical throughout the center third of the door, feathering joins between the finished rectangular patches, till his ninth, bottom-right, part of paint completed the door and complete was a singular uninterrupted sheen, a agency block of exact and proud color.

‘I feel you are prepared lad. Let’s get you on the entrance door. The specs say it is crimson, so we’ll need to fetch it.’

Within the hut, Robbo and Smithy have been there too.

‘Alright fellas, Paul’s about to do his first door. Cross us that crimson gloss, will you? In the event you like, because it’s Friday arvo, you may come and watch how he will get on.’

Paul did not converse because the three of them ready Paul’s paint. Smithy handed the tin to Derek. Robbo held a recent kettle whereas Derek poured it in. Smithy lent one among his brushes to Paul for the job. The 4 of them walked, with out exchanging a phrase, again to ready entrance door.

‘Come on then. You’ve got seen me do 4 sides. Off you go. Do not get nervous. Simply no runs bear in mind. That is the principle factor. Your previous man would kill a fella for runs on a door I reckon.’

Smithy and Robbo, sitting on a spot of grass subsequent to Derek, sniggered. Paul knelt down, dipped into the paint, slapped the comb on the within of the tin, rose up, and moved the crimson, moist bristles to the door. About half-an-inch from the comb making its first contact with the gray undercoat, Paul felt an arm attain round him and fling him backwards. The paint pot fell from his grip. His face crunched towards the grass because the compression of elbows and knees drove into his again. A hand wormed below him to undo his total straps. Different palms, someplace at his toes, pulled them clear off him. From his left eye he noticed them thrown throughout the backyard. The voices of Derek, Smithy, and Robbo, laid over each other so he could not make out who was saying what. Somebody’s stiffened fingers slotted into the elastic on his underpants. ‘Flip him over!’ His physique was shoved onto his again. ‘Get his paint!’ Two pairs of palms held his higher arms down. Somebody was sitting on his shins locking his legs to the bottom. ‘Hold maintain of him!’ The hooked fingers pulled his underwear all the way down to his knees exposing him.

‘Do not! Please do not!’

He lifted up his head. By way of the blur he noticed Smithy and Robbo pinning his arms down. Derek was on his legs, exerting his weight on to him, grinning tightly. To his aspect, with Paul’s dropped kettle in his palms, his dad tipped its contents the place his underpants had been pulled down, coating and drenching his cock and balls within the oily, chemical-smelling, crimson gloss paint.

‘You did not actually suppose we would have you ever on doorways by finish of your second week did you, son?’

With three rest room rolls, his personal garments as rags, and a carton of white spirit, Paul spent an hour cleansing up one of the best he may. He could not get all of it off. His privates and prime of his inside thighs burned with a rash. He could not inform if it was the color of his pores and skin or ingrained paint. Derek knocked and requested if it was alright to return in. He handed Paul some recent overalls.

‘You possibly can bin these and put these on. Your dad says he’ll ask your mum to get some new lingerie for you. Do not take it arduous, lad. All of us do it. We’ll get you on doorways ultimately.’

The drive after work was in silence. Jeff stopped the van outdoors the closest store to residence.

‘Paul, you get out right here and get your self some good cleaning soap. I will provide the a refund. I will get your mum to run the tub prepared for you. It is fish and chips night time tonight. I will get an extra-large haddock for yours.’

Paul purchased a bar of brown, industrial trying cleaning soap. On the stroll to the guesthouse the chafing grew to become an irresistible itch. He reached into the entrance of his overalls, rubbed and scratched, his lips pursing as he sunk his fingernails into his crotch. He stopped nonetheless, crunched his eyes closed, the scrubbing of his testicles diminished the throbbing, and he grunted a snort of aid.

‘What the hell are you doing?’

Caroline and her good friend, Katrina, stood in entrance of Paul.

‘Go away him, Katrina. There’s one thing not proper with him.’

‘Significantly although Paul, what are you doing? You possibly can’t stand on the street like that!’

‘Katrina! Let’s go. He is a weirdo. A pervert is what he’s.’

He did not transfer till they’d scuffled previous him, after which walked the remainder of the way in which again, head down.

Over the subsequent yr Paul discovered to roll partitions, the order during which to color a window, undercoat woodwork, combine filler, sand. He was made to drink a thimble of gray undercoat, had his footwear full of Polyfilla, one among his ears doused with a full smack of white Artex. He began slicing in round switches, grew his assortment of brushes to seven, acquired by way of 4 pairs of latest overalls, took on extra gloss work. He started to go to the pub with the others on a Friday, after which Saturdays as effectively, get up on Sundays on prime of his mattress totally clothed, usually with an unfinished, chilly takeaway subsequent to his head. He was despatched to ask fora left-handed hammer, tartan paint, and a protracted stand from the shop, and laughed at for it. He did some varnishing, labored on door frames, and took on some glossing of doorways.

A brand new apprentice joined precisely fifty-two weeks after he’d began his. Paul had simply completed the primary white coat of a bed room ceiling.

‘Come on Paul, comply with us.’

Paul went behind Robbo, Smithy, and Derek to the paint hut. Derek went straight to the apprentice’s bag and fished out the plastic field, peeled off the lid, and held the opened contents out to the remainder of them.

‘Seize one thing. Get it down you fast. Robbo, take that sarnie. Paul, you have got that apple.’

Between them the contents have been gone in below two minutes. Derek put the lid again on, sealed its edges, and gave it to Paul.

‘Did that new lass of yours prepare dinner for you once more final night time?’

‘Aye, cooked me a pleasant curry.’

‘Good! Right here you go.’

Derek handed the empty field to Paul. He took it and tucked it below his left arm. They left the paint hut and went again to their jobs. Dinner was one other hour away. Loads of time.




Please enter your comment!
Please enter your name here

Most Popular

Recent Comments