Date: Mon, 4 Aug 2014 20:52:53 -0400
From: JJ Edwards <B214211@outlook.com>
Subject: The Houseboy Part 1

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The Houseboy – Part 1

At 19, you never expect to be in a situation where you were homeless.  I
had moved to Atlanta to go to college and being away from home was way too
much fun.  I stayed out late and partied until all hours of the night.  My
future was inevitable.  I got notice that I was being kicked out early one
morning after an all night drinking binge.  I had 24 hours to get out.  Dad
had been laid off the month before and there was no money to help out.  I
couch surfed for a couple of weeks while go-go dancing at local gay bars.
The money was good enough to feed me and I liked the attention.

The old guys would blow me in the back room for some extra cash.  I didn't
mind.  I was QB for my high school football team.  I let the fags blow me
all the time.  I got plenty of pussy too.  The old guys loved it when I
wore my jockstrap to dance in.  I figure they were the nerds that crushed
on the jocks.  I loved it when they would rim my hole. It made me cum a few
times without touching my cock.

One night one of the bartenders passed me a card.  "Call this dude.  He's
looking for a new houseboy.  He pays great and you just have to flash some
ass or cock every once in a while."

I laughed.  "Roy, I'm not looking for a live in position.  I just need cash
to get a place and still feed myself."

"Owen, be real.  This is legit money, not turning tricks in the bathroom or
the office."  I playfully looked shocked.  "Come on," Roy said, "all of the
hot boys do it to make extra cash.  No one is shocked and everyone knows.
Give this guy a call.  I've met him a couple of times.  He's not a
creeper. "

I took the card.  The next morning I thought about it for a while.  I
couldn't keep doing this forever and I didn't want to be sleeping on a
communal sofa or 10 people to a 2 bedroom apartment like the other go-go
boys.  This had been my wake up call.  Time to get my shit together or
start working a corner.  Either way, I'd be selling ass.  The way I looked
at it, it was better to have a nice bed to fuck in rather than getting
fucked behind a dirty dumpster like a back alley hooker.

Picking up the phone I dialed the number on the card.  After two rings, I
got a gruff "Hello".

"Hi," I said, "may I speak with Thomas Wells?"

"Speaking."

"Hi, This is Owen.  I got your number from Roy at the Cockpit.  He
suggested that I give you a call.  He said that you were looking for
domestic help."

"I am.  Are you looking for a job?"

"Yes sir."

"How old are you Owen?"  He asked.

"I'm 19 sir."

"I have some time at 8pm.  Can you come by then?  I assume that you have
the address if you have my number."

"I do sir.  And yes, I will be there at 8pm."  Without another word, the
call ended.


I showed up at exactly 8pm on the dot.  I was wearing my tightest
Abercrombie tshirt and shorts.  Shoes were simple flip flops.  The less the
better.  As always, no underwear.  I walked up the drive to a very nice
house.  I was impressed.  A silver Range Rover was parked in front of the
garage.  I was pleasantly surprised at what answered the door.  Tom was
about 6'5, dark hair and eyes.  A like spattering of dark hair covered his
chest.  It was that nice covering, not that gross covering like other older
guys.  He was also ripped in a way that I rarely see outside of college
athletics or personal trainers.  Since all he was wearing was a pair of
jeans, I got a good look at everything. My eyes instantly settled on the
huge bulge in his jeans.

"Owen?"  He asked.

"Yes sir.  I assume you're Tom?"

"That I am."  He said stepping aside to allow me to enter.  The house was
beautifully decorated in a simple modern way.  I followed him through the
house but all I could notice was how hot his ass looked in those jeans.  I
don't think I've ever thought about a guy like this before.  "Would you
like a beer?"

"Absolutely."  I replied.

He handed me a beer and headed for the back deck.  The back of the house
was just as beautiful.  It was well-manicured, nice hot tub, seating areas
and bbq area.  He took a seat and motioned to another across from him.
Damn this man was sex on a stick.  "Make yourself comfortable."  He
said. "Did Roy tell you the scope of this position I'm hiring for?"

"Yes sir.  He said that you needed domestic help.  He also said that you
weren't a creeper."

He laughed.  "I guess that's high praise.  So Owen, what has gotten you to
this point in life to be applying for a houseboy position with `not a
creeper'?  I can see that you are tall and handsome.  Very blonde and very
tan.  Why?"

"Well, I was the high school quarterback.  I partied through and passed.  I
was recruited to Tech and partied the entire time.  Got kicked out and
ended up go-go dancing to make money and couch surfing.  I'd go back home
but my parents are unemployed and can't afford to help."

"Interesting," he said taking another swig of his beer.  "Mind taking off
your shirt?"  I stood up and peeled off the t-shirt.  I made sure to flex
my abs to make them look better.  "Not bad."  He said while running his
finger down the V of my lower abs.  He stopped at the waistband of my
shorts.  "Do you mind dropping the shorts as well?"

"I don't have on any underwear." I said trying to sound modest.

"I don't think that's a problem for you."  He said laughing.  I shrugged
and dropped the shorts.  I had never felt like this before.  Normally I was
the one with the power, allowing guys to touch me where I wanted them to
touch.  Telling them where to touch.  Tom leaned back in the chair and
popped open the buttons on the fly of his jeans.  He pulled out the biggest
cock I had ever seen.  And it seemed to be growing.  "How about a trial run
boy?  Show me what a good cock sucker you are."

I dropped to my knees and hoped that I was up to this challenge.  I'd only
tried blowing another guy twice and it wasn't great.  I slowly licked the
head as I cupped his balls.  They were huge too.  Definitely low hangers.
I thought back to the best blow jobs I'd received and tried to mimic those.
I licked the shaft making sure it was good and wet.  Slipping the head into
my mouth I ran my tongue around the head.  He groaned and wrapped my hair
around his fingers.  I swallowed as much as I could. I had only swallowed a
third of this massive thing.  I tried forcing more down my throat but it
wasn't going anywhere e.  Tom laughed at my distress.  He gently pulled my
head off slightly and then pushed further in.  I thought I was choking and
tears where running down my face.  The sad part was he wasn't all the way
in yet.  He pulled out slightly and then plunged all the way in.  My nose
was buried in his pubes.  From the moan he let out, I could tell he was
enjoying every second of it.

After that, I developed a rhythm were I would pull back until only the head
was still in my mouth and then swallow it all.  After about ten minutes of
this, Tom help my face into his pubes and I could feel his dick start to
expand.  "Swallow boy, swallow every drop.".  I started swallowing.  When
he was done, he released the death grip on my head and I slowly pulled
back.

Tom stood up and started buttoning his jeans up.  "Not bad for your first
time kid.  I think I can teach you.  You can start tomorrow.  Be here at
10am.  I'll make an appointment with a doctor friend to get a full work up
done on you.  I want to make sure you're clean.  I don't see any track
marks on your marks, so I think we're good there."  He said with a wink.
"I pay $500 a week.  You'll handle all of the domestic chores, errands,
light cooking and cleaning.  Tomorrow I'll show you around the house, show
you your room and all that good stuff.  I'm sure I'll need to take you
shopping for appropriate attire for the dinner parties I host."

Following Tom inside, he opened a drawer and pulled out his wallet.  He
tossed a couple bills at me.  "Take this, get your stuff from where ever
you are crashing.  Check into a motel, eat a good meal and get a good night
sleep.