Date: Wed, 29 Dec 2004 09:22:37 -0500 From: hermjohnson <hermjohnson@comcast.net> Subject: John the Houseboy - 3 John the Houseboy By hermjohnson@comcast.net ****************************************** This is my first story, I hope you enjoy it. It contains gay, bi, and hetero sex. If you're not old enough to read this type of material, please go away and come back when you're older. All rights reserved. Please don't repost without permission. ****************************************** Chapter 3 - John Goes to Town When John awoke the next morning, he found that both of his employers had rolled over to face him during the night. Their hand crossed over his chest. Rachel's breast rested gently on John's chest, moving slowly up and down as she breathed. John could feel Randy's massive morning wood poking him in the leg. His own little hard on could barely be seen through the blankets keeping them warm. When Randy awoke, he smiled at John, and rubbed his chest a little bit. He whispered in John's ear, "time to pee." Randy rolled out of bed, and John followed obediently behind him, his hard little dick bouncing a little as he walked. Instead of going to the commode, Randy motioned for John to get in the shower. "You're going to drink my piss this morning, but if you spill, I don't want to make a mess." John was nervous - he knew how much he peed in the morning, and figured that Randy pissed just as much, if not more. He kneeled in the large shower stall, awaiting his boss's engorged member. "This is so much easier than trying to hit the toilet with a hard-on." As Randy approached John, John reached out to guide his boss's cock into his mouth. He wrapped his lips around the big thing, and looked into Randy's eyes, indicating that he was ready. John's mouth soon filled with the hot, bitter, salty liquid, and he began swallowing like a madman as his boss sighed in relief. John swallowed and swallowed for what seemed like ages before the flow of piss began to taper off. Finally, the flow stopped. Randy looked down to see that John was completely dry, having not spilled a drop. "That's a good boy," he said, patting John on the head. "Now I know we won't even need to go to the bathroom." At this point, Rachel walked into the bathroom, and sat down on the commode, peeing loudly. After she flushed the toilet, Randy turned on the shower heads, and handed John the soap. "Help us wash up." John soaped up his employers, taking his time to savor each of their bodies. He spent extra time washing Rachel's breasts and cunt, and rubbed his hand gently in the crack of her ass to clean her there. He turned to Randy and went through the same routine, spending a bit longer washing his massive cock and balls than might have been necessary. After he washed his boss's ass, Randy turned around, facing away from John. "Make sure it's clean. Use your tongue." A bit concerned, John washed the crack again, then leaned in to gently lick Randy's asshole. He was rewarded with a "good boy" from Randy, making John beam with pride. After helping Randy and Rachel dry off, he was ordered to go to his room, clean himself, and return to the kitchen for Breakfast. John grabbed his little shorts, and went down to his room. Finally able to relieve himself, he emptied his bladder into the commode. Then, he read the instructions on the enema, and took care of the business of making sure he was clean. That done, he took a quick shower, pulled on a clean pair of shorts (he chose the blue ones), and returned upstairs. Randy and Rachel were both eating cereal and drinking coffee. Randy was dressed for work in a grey suit, but Rachel was dressed casually today, in some form-fitting jeans and a tight white t-shirt. Randy looked up at John, and thanked him for the shower. "I'll be at work all day. Rachel will take you to run some errands this morning. Tonight will be a very special one for you." After they both finished breakfast, John stacked the dishes, and watched as Rachel said goodbye to Randy. When he left, she turned to John and said "we're going to the salon today. I need to have my hair done, and you need to be shaved. You'll have no hair below your neck." John blushed at this thought, while Rachel continued. "You'll find a t-shirt and some sandals in your dresser. Go put them on so we can go out." Embarrassed about being seen in public in these tight shorts, John nevertheless did as he was told. The t-shirt was too small for him, and barely covered his belly button. He put on the sandals, and returned upstairs. Rachel led him to the garage, where they got into her Range Rover. They pulled out of the garage, and headed toward the salon in town. Rachel parked the car at the salon. Without thinking, John got out and ran around the car to hold the door for Rachel. She smiled and gave him a pat on the cheek. He followed her into the salon. When they walked into the busy place, John felt that all eyes were on him and his skimpy little shorts, and the lack of a man-sized bulge in them. Rachel introduced him to the girl at the counter, and said "Good morning. I'm here to have my hair done, and I was wondering if we could squeeze John in for a shave while he waits." "Of course, Mrs. Andersen. Anything you say," the girl replied. She was younger than John, and very pretty, with medium length blonde hair and small, but perky, tits. "Good," replied Rachel, "I want no hair below his neck, except for his arms." "Of course. We'll get started right away. Please wait here, John." The girl led Rachel away to her stylist, and walked back followed back by a large black woman. "This is Nadine. She'll be taking care of you today." Nadine was taller than I, and had at least 100 pounds on me. She wore her hair short. I smiled and stuck out my hand, "please to meet you, Nadine." "You too. Let's get started." John followed her to a room in the back. She opened the door, and he followed her in. The room was small, consisting only of a tall table, and a sink. "Please, take your clothes off and lay down on the table." While John took off his shirt, she turned on the water, presumably to let it get warm. Then, he pulled off his shorts, and lay down on the table. "My, it must be cold out," she snickered. "Mrs. Andersen sure likes her boys small!" John felt his face turn 5 shades of red, but didn't say a word. Nadine picked up some clippers, and began the process of shaving his body. She started on his chest and stomach, removing all but some stubble with the clippers. Then, she rubbed shaving gel all over his abdomen, and began shaving him with a disposable razor. "If you're like the other boy, we'll be seeing each other once a week. Mrs. Andersen likes her boys smooth." Nadine rinsed John's chest off, and returned to her clippers, this time shaving John's legs, from his ankles all the way up to his thighs. The clippers were cold, and John squirmed a little. "Sorry about that - you'll get used to it." With that, she finished his legs with the razor, and applying some soothing lotion. Then, without a word, she grabbed the clippers again and began shaving the base of his cock. She grabbed his little prick, and moved it around while she shaved close to the base. John couldn't help himself, and began to get an erection. "Oooh. Somebody likes this. This is the cutest little prick I've seen." She gingerly worked around the base with the razor now, handling his little prick a little more than necessary, this time with shaving gel. John squirmed some more, worried about what might happen if she didn't stop soon. She applied a little more shaving cream, and continued shaving the top of his scrotum. She continued to manipulate his tiny erection, and before he could say anything, John came, covering her hand with his sperm. "Oooh, you are a dirty little one, aren't you. Look at what you've done!" "I-I'm sorry," John sputtered. "That's okay, honey. I'm surprised the damn think even works. Nadine won't tell anyone about your little accident, just make sure I get a nice tip. Now, put your feet up here." John hadn't noticed the stirrups hanging from the ceiling. He slipped his feet in, giving her easy access to his balls. "Let's just get these little fellas cleaned off, too." She gingerly worked the clippers, then the razor, working all around his balls, and underneath near his ass. She smeared lotion all over, which stung a bit. "Sorry about the sting, it'll be easier next time." She ordered him to turn over, and she finished the job, shaving his ass cheeks and the back of his legs. She applied some more lotion, and told him to stand up. There was a mirror on the back of the door. John looked at himself in the full-length mirror. He was amazed at the transformation - he looked just like he did when he was a hairless grade school boy. His little dick wasn't hidden by his pubic hair any more - it stuck out proudly, all one and a half inches, from his slender body. Just then, the door opened, and the girl from the front counter walked in. "Nadine, Mrs. Andersen would like to know-" she stopped in mid sentence, realizing that John was facing her, naked as the day he was born. "Gosh, I'm sorry," she said, and giggled. "We'll be done in just a moment, dear. Our boy here was just admiring my work," Nadine replied. "Isn't it cute?" John caught the word "it," instead of the word "he." The girl giggled again and walked out. John could here her talking to the stylist who worked by the door, saying something like "I've seen bigger ones changing diapers!" giggling her way back to the front of the salon. John blushed again, and turned to put his clothes on. The fabric on the shorts felt really smooth against his now-bare genitals, but the shirt itched a little bit. Nadine handed him a bottle of lotion, and said "use this if you start to itch. I'll see you next week, honey!" John checked himself out again in the mirror, admiring the tight fitting shorts. He walked out the door, where he saw Rachel waiting for him, talking to the girl at the counter. They were both smiling. "Jenny says that Nadine did a good job on you. Are you ready to go?" John smiled, nodded, and followed Rachel out the door. When they were both in the car and on the road, Rachel said "I'd like to see my little boy now. Pull down your pants." John did as he was told, and Rachel looked as his crotch, and smiled. "That's a good little boy. Your daddy will be so happy." That's the first time he had ever heard her refer to Randy as his daddy, and he felt strange, but didn't mind it so much. They returned to the house, and Rachel announced that she'd like to take advantage of the pretty weather and get some sun by the pool. "You too," she said, "you're white as a ghost." She went upstairs, and came down wearing a robe. She led him outside, and told him to strip naked. "Daddy doesn't like tan lines." As he pulled off his shirt and shorts, Rachel removed her robe, revealing her naked body. John admired her as she admired him, both smiling. "You're a very pretty boy," she said. "I'm lucky to have you." Rachel reached into the pocket of the robe, now hanging on a hook, and removed a bottle of suntan lotion. "Come here - I don't want you to get burnt." John walked over to where Rachel was sitting. "Turn around - I want to do your back." John turned away from her, and felt as she rubbed the cool lotion from the top of his neck, to the back of his ankles, pausing to rub some extra lotion on his smooth, small ass. "Now do me," she commanded. He turned around, and she turned away from him, and he repeated her ritual, pausing again to wonder at how beautiful her ass was. She turned around. "Now, do my frontside." John smiled, and began rubbing lotion on her shoulders, arms, and stomach. He then worked some lotion into her thighs and the front of her legs. "Don't be bashful," she said. Shyly, he began to gingerly rub the lotion on the area around her vulva. Then, he worked his way up to her breasts, gently rubbing the lotion on with the tips of his fingers. "Don't be silly. Rub it in!" she said, grabbing his hands and pushing his palms firmly on her breasts. He began kneading at her tits, covering her with multiple layers of the lotion. Rachel smiled at him, and said "now it's your turn." She took the lotion from him, and squirted a big glop onto his chest. She began to rub it in, working her way down his body. When she got to his waist, she kneeled on the ground, her face inches away from his now hard little penis. "Oh, you have the cutest little dicky. I just love it!" Without warning, she wrapped her lips around his tiny cock, and began to suck him. She paused to look up at him and said, "I wish I could take my husbands cock this way!" She then continued to suck on John's prick. After about thirty seconds, John stammered "Ma'am, you'd better stop." "Nonsense," replied Rachel. "I want to taste you." With that, John convulsed a little, and shot his cum into Rachel's mouth. After a couple quick spurts, she licked her lips, and stood up. "Delicious," she pronounced. She kissed him right on the lips, and he could still taste himself. "Now, let's get some sun." They spent the rest of the afternoon lounging around the pool. ****************************************** That's the end of chapter 3. The next chapter will be out soon. If you enjoyed it, please email me and let me know. Criticism is also accepted. I would love to see pictures of my readers - the fewer clothes, the better! My email address is hermjohnson@comcast.net.