Date: Sun, 21 Oct 2012 09:44:33 -0700 (PDT)
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The House Boy's Summer
Chapter 3: Dan The Man
Part 1
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I was twelve years old, in the locker room at school.  It was after gym
class, but for some reason no one else seemed to be around, no one else
except Henry that is.  Henry was a bit shorter than me, and definitely not
as built -- I'd even go so far as to call him skinny.  But that didn't stop
me from developing a huge crush on him.  I sat there on the bench, looking
at his smooth freckled stomach and the waistband of his red gym shorts.
"I'm a cock sucker," I told him, licking my lips and then looking hopefully
up into his eyes.  "If you know how to shoot I'd even swallow it all down."

"Wicked," he said in that smooth British accent, his wet ruby red lips
parting to make the pleasant sound, "and all I have to do is show you my
cock?"

I smiled feeling like my own cock was about to explode with anticipation,
"Show me your cock and I will suck it forever," an empty promise, I
thought, because I knew he'd be moving away in a year and a half.

"You're a real cock sucker then?"  He asked placing his thumbs down the
waistband of his shorts, pulling gently at the elastic to give me a hint of
the white cotton underneath.

"Yes," I promised, "I'm a regular cum bucket."  I licked my lips, he had to
show me his cock -- he just had to.

He pushed down the red mesh shorts.  It was in one swift motion towards the
ground as if he was casually getting undressed.  He put them into his open
gym locker, staring as if there was something else in there he didn't want
to forget.  "Please let me see your cock," I practically begged him, he was
only wearing thin white boxer shorts, but they completely obstructed my
view.  I couldn't even imagine his cock's size or shape through the loose
way in which they hung.

"Aaron," He said, looking down at me with disappointment.

"Aaron," I heard again, though this time I was shaken awake; realizing that
I had been dreaming.  "Aaron, wake up," Chris smiled, hovering over me.
Sunlight was streaming in through the windows right onto my head, and I was
forced to raise a hand to shield my eyes.

"Sorry," I said, looking up into Chris's brown pupils as they beamed down
from where he knelt beside me, "I thought you were part of my dream."

"Must have been a good dream," Chris grinned, "your hard on was raging."

I looked down at my dick, which I could feel was in full boner mode now
that Chris mentioned it.  It was wrapped pretty tightly to my skin in my
"sleep uniform", which was actually little more than a thick bright white
cloth, although Chris called it a "reusable diaper".  Chris warned me that
if I actually used the diaper that I'd probably get diaper rash, so it was
only for nighttime emergencies: I could pee without waking anyone else up
and then take the diaper off.  Right now, however, the fabric was perfectly
dry; there didn't even seem to be a wet spot from where my dick should've
been leaking pre-cum.

"How can you even tell?"  I asked him, thinking that my five-inch stiff was
pretty well wrapped in the soft uncolored fabric.

He chuckled, "It was pulsing when you were asleep, I could see the movement
through the diaper.  What were you dreaming about?"  He had a knowing glint
in his eye, but his tone seemed genuinely curious.

"Henry and the locker room," I sighed, thinking back to the blur that was
last night, "you woke me up before I could imagine his dick though."

"Good," Chris replied, flashing his teeth in an encouraging fashion, "Dan
wanted to try and hypnotize you with that scenario later anyway."

"Dan wants to try hypnotizing me?"  I asked skeptically.

Chris shook his head, "Don't worry, I've worked out the routine with him,
so hopefully it won't be too weird."  Chris gave my stomach a playful slap,
"Anyway, get up, put your day uniform on.  He's gonna be here around noon
and you need to take a swim and then eat breakfast before he arrives."

"Yeah?"  I asked, sitting up and rubbing my eyes, "What time is it?"

"About ten fifteen," Chris informed me, "But I was just thinking you could
swim for forty five minutes while I make breakfast.  We can talk about
doing something more after Dan hypnotizes you."

I glanced down from Chris's face to his body, taking note that he was
shirtless and momentarily feeling like I wanted to hug his warm skin,
pressing myself against his firm chest.  He was already wearing board
shorts, white ones with a blue flower pattern, indicating that he also
would be ready to swim at a moments notice.  "Sounds like a fun morning," I
smiled back up at his glistening brown eyes, "What's for breakfast?"

"Pancakes, eggs, bacon.  You had a hard day yesterday."

"It was fun though," I agreed, pushing myself to my feet and suddenly being
treated with a view of Chris's entire bedroom.  I had slept on a camping
mattress, on the floor at the foot of his bed.  Despite the house's size,
there were only four rooms with beds -- any other potential bedrooms had
been converted into offices and storage space.  As a result, the options
were to have me sleep on a couch or on a camping mattress.  After talking
about it, drunkenly, with Chris last night we ended up choosing the latter.
It was portable, it could be entirely mine, and -- Chris assured me -- it was
more comfortable than the couch.

Chris put his hand on my shoulder and turned me so I was facing away from
him, "After your diaper comes off in the morning you'll be allowed to use
the bathroom alone for 20 minutes." He grabbed me gently and turned my head
so that he could look into my eyes from behind me, "Don't jerk off," he
smiled with a mischievous grin, "you can touch your dick if you need to,
but if you feel like that would make you jerk off ask for supervision."  He
turned my head back towards the front and placed his hands on my waist,
grabbing the safety pin on my left side with his fingers, "I recommend that
you use your twenty minutes to GO to the bathroom, since it'll be your only
chance to do it privately all day -- unless it's an emergency, but
emergencies will come with a penalty."

I felt my intestines growl at the very thought of having private use of the
bathroom and replied, "Yes sir, I know exactly what you mean."

"Good," he quickly moved his hands around me in order to unwrap the cloth,
then patted my naked stomach, "Now go take a reprieve and I'll see you
downstairs at ten forty, I've set the bathroom clock's alarm to go off at
10:38."  Chris smacked my ass, "And go!" He commanded, moving me aside as
he made his way out the door, turning left and disappearing down the
hallway.

I sighed, watching the skin of his back wrinkle and move as he walked away.
Last night had been crazy, with more sexual deviance than I had ever
experienced in a single day.  If I had thought my brother's porn was dirty
before, it seemed a lot more tame now.  I had sucked dick; I had dildoed my
ass, twice.  Chris even ended up showing me a third porn video after my
hypnosis session, which he called a "cool down video" but seemed more like
it focused on retention.  I could feel some of Chris's hypnotic commands
sinking in and taking form as I watched it, but I didn't mind -- and it did
more or less help me cool down.  After my hypnosis we didn't do anything
sexy for the rest of the night.  We just grilled some burgers --Â Chris said
I could use the protein -- and talked about everything from school and
sports to gardening and girls.  We didn't really discuss being gay, even
though Chris said we should, but I managed to keep steering the
conversation onto other topics.

My twenty minutes went by quickly in the bathroom.  I brushed my teeth,
washed my face, and took a shit.  I was worried that my ass would feel a
little weak after last night, but despite my cheeks feeling like they were
spread a little wider, the muscles on my insides felt as strong as ever.
In fact, I emptied myself relatively quickly, with less effort than it
usually took, but I had a sneaking suspicion that was because my ass was
looser.  I tried to check it out in the mirror after I was done, but given
that I had never really studied my crack before I couldn't tell if there
was much of a difference.  The 10:38 alarm went off just as I was pulling
on my "day uniform" -- a brand new, skin tight, solid white speedo.  The
idea was that it'd be good substitute for underwear if I ever needed to put
clothes on quickly, and that it would make swimming an instant option.

The speedo fit tightly to my skin, grasping me securely and easily showing
off the contours of my butt and package.  I had to rearrange myself a
little bit so that my dick was hanging comfortably over my balls, but after
I was satisfied that they were secured in a sustainable position I headed
downstairs, not wanting to miss Chris's time frame.  The sun was shining
brightly through the windows in the front of the house, but my head
insisted that the world was still littered with a few cobwebs that needed
to be cleaned out.  I definitely felt a bit groggy and thirsty by the time
I actually arrived in the kitchen.

"Right on time," Chris said to me as I stepped into the room.  He already
had pans on the stove, with bowls and all the ingredients of his Saturday
brunch out and ready to go.  "Nice speedo, by the way," He smiled at my
uniform, giving me the once over and all but resisting a wink.

"I'm still a little groggy from yesterday," I informed him, "I didn't
realize when you first woke me up."

Chris shrugged, "That's not a problem, with any luck exercise will wake you
up.  Just be sure to stop if you feel sick or dizzy, and make sure to stay
hydrated."  He moved towards the fridge, opening it for a second and
producing a water bottle, "This is a liter and a half, if you drink more
than this you'll probably be peeing in the pool."  He laughed, giving me a
big smile and handing me the water bottle, "It's a lot of ice right now,
but it'll melt quickly outside."

I nodded, "Good thinking, so what's the routine today?"

"Pretty simple," He moved towards the door, opening it and letting a breath
of humid summer air into the room, "We'll put you on a timer, you'll do
three strokes for fifteen minutes each: freestyle, back stroke, and breast
stroke."  He stopped and faced me, ticking them off his fingers as I
stepped out into the heat of the sunlight, feeling the summer day beat down
upon my mildly hung over state.  "Normally you'd also do fifteen minutes of
butterfly, but not when you're hung over."  I took a sip of my water as
Chris turned around and began leading me towards the pool, "Sadly the pool
is only half length, so be sure to watch your head since the lap will end
sooner than you think."  Chris paused at the deck table to grab some swim
goggles and some sky blue drag shorts which he handed to me.

"Will I be able to see the timer?"  I asked him, hopping towards the pool
as I pulled on the drag shorts while keeping hold of the goggles and water
bottle in my left hand.

"No," he replied, "but it's loud, and it rings for thirty seconds.
Hopefully you'll hear it."  We arrived at the water's edge, and I looked
across it like an obstacle waiting to be conquered.  "Just change your
stroke sometime in the thirty seconds, the next fifteen minutes doesn't
start until they're up."

"Yes sir," I smiled at Chris, giving him an exaggerated salute, "anything
else I need to know?"

"Hmm, let me think," He said, grabbing me around my waist and looking
seductively into my eyes.  I leaned forward to kiss him, closing my eyes a
bit as I did so, but instead of letting me connect with his lips he swiftly
picked me up off the ground and tossed me into the pool.  I didn't even
open my eyes until I was half way done with flying through the air, so
being thrown in began my workout with something of a splash.

The workout itself, however, was much less eventful.  The forty-five
minutes went by without a hitch, and I wisely used my thirty seconds of
alarm time to grab drinks of water in between sets.  Chris hadn't lied when
he said the pool would feel short, but I figured that it was still big
enough to get used to in a week or two.  The alarm that Chris had referred
to was little more than a digital egg timer that was both simple and loud.
At the end of the forty five minutes it actually rang for sixty seconds,
presumably to make sure that I was fully aware that my time was up.  My
heart was pounding at that point, so I was too busy taking a leisurely cool
down to stop and turn it off.

It was weird because although I felt fully awake and refreshed when I
finally got around to pushing myself up out of the pool and onto the side,
I also felt like the exercise had taken a lot out of me.  I dangled my feet
into the cool water as the sun glowed on my skin with the heat of an
approaching midday.  Even though the forty-five minutes more or less flew
by, I was gulping down water by the time I was done and felt ready to eat
my weight in food.  I noticed that I had been left alone for a moment as I
sat out by the pool, though I imagined that Chris could monitor me from the
kitchen window if he wanted.  Still, I sat there for a few minutes in
silence, taking in what I suspected would become the rare feeling of having
a moment to myself.

I decided to grab the timer and take it inside, rather than leaving it
where it was.  I figured it'd be best not to take a risk on where Chris
wanted it, and I could always take it back outside later if that's where he
needed it to be.  My skin was already half dry by the time I made it to the
front door, and I marveled at the efficiency of the heat, since I had only
been sitting outside for a few minutes.  My suit was still quite damp,
however, as I stepped inside so I actually gave off a shiver when I stepped
over the threshold into the cool kitchen air.  I looked over at Chris, who
was busy stacking pans in the sink.  He had put a white undershirt on,
presumably to avoid burns while cooking, but it clung to his body so that I
still had a relatively good view.

"How was it?"  He asked me, "Did it wake you up any?"

"Actually, it did," I informed him with a smile, looking around the room
with uncertainty about stepping out of the foyer.

"Take the chair with the towel on it," Chris motioned with his head, "I
don't want you to get everything wet and it's a bit hot outside."

I looked over to the kitchen table, moving only a few feet to sit down at
the foot of the table.  Chris had already laid the meal out, and it looked
like he had gone all out: pancakes, bacon, eggs, berries, juice -- he had it
all.  "Is someone eating with us?"  I asked, noticing that he had put down
three place settings.

"Dan," he replied, "he's not going to be here until twelve though."  I
heard Chris turn the water in the sink on, and looked over to see him
washing his hands.  "And he'll probably hypnotize you before he does.  Do
you want to wash up before eating?"  He asked.

"Nah, I'll be alright," I replied, looking at all the food with
anticipation, "I just want to eat."

"Well don't wait," Chris said, turning off the water and reaching for a
towel, "Start taking food, I'm done cleaning up."

He didn't need to tell me twice: I immediately grabbed the pancakes and
began forking a stack over to my plate.  Chris grabbed the chair to my
left, pulling it out and sitting down next to me.  He smiled at my
eagerness, and waited patiently for me to finish with each of the serving
plates before using them himself.  "So how are you feeling today?"  He
asked, "Not still nervous I hope."

I shook my head, "Definitely not, last night was totally relaxing," I
laughed.  "Enough drinking to last me a week though."

Chris rolled his eyes, "You probably won't be saying that by Wednesday."

"If we were in school," I agreed, "definitely not."

Chris laughed, "One binge a week is more than enough for a guy your age, I
assure you."

"Well," I said between bites of Chris's delicious pancakes, "It was
definitely a good time, even if I ended up peeing more often than I opened
a new can of beer."

"You totally liked the way I was holding your dick for you at the end of
the night, don't lie."

I felt my face heat up a bit, and shifted my legs, feeling my thighs
clasped tightly inside the wet speedo, I tried to discreetly pull down on
the leg bands a little bit, "That was definitely nice," I admitted.

"Well, we'll do them both again.  Holding your dick was definitely easier
than taking you outside all the time" Chris smiled a knowing smile, "but I
wanted to talk to you about something else if you don't mind."

"Whatever you want," I said grabbing a bite of some bacon, "your breakfast
is amazing by the way."

"Yeah, I'll be teaching you to cook this summer," Chris pointed his own
piece of bacon at me, "so eventually you'll make me an awesome breakfast."

"Deal," I said before drinking down nearly half my glass of orange juice.

"But in all seriousness," Chris began, "I wanted to talk to you about the
hypnosis again before Dan gets here."

"Aw, come on, I thought we cleared this up yesterday..."

Chris held out a hand, "That's not what I meant, I was just wondering if we
could work on a couple of things while you're in the hypnotized state."

"Like what?"  I asked.

"Well, I was thinking we could work on you coming out to your friends."

I sighed, "Is it really important that I tell them?"

Chris grabbed my shoulder and gave it an encouraging squeeze, "Of course
it's important.  They should know who you are.  You should give them the
opportunity to love you for it."

"Okay," I stopped eating for a minute to play with my food, "I guess we
could work on that."  I felt pretty uncomfortable about telling my friends,
since they were pretty overt with their talk about girls; I worried that,
even though they probably wouldn't be hateful about me being gay, they
might leave me out of stuff in the future.  "What's the other thing?"  I
asked him, hoping that it was less controversial in my head than coming out
to my friends.

"The other thing," Chris leaned forward, "is school, I really want you to
do well."

"So what?"  I chuckled at him, "You going to hypnotize me to get off doing
homework?"

"No," Chris frowned, "I'd hypnotize you to focus and not think about
anything else except your school work."

"Oh," I sat back in my chair and tried to find a problem with this, "Well
that's boring."

"Boring, but important," He said matter-of-factly.

"Okay, that's fine too I guess."

"Good, I'm glad we're agreed," and he really did seem pleased, "You're
going to be so golden by the end of this summer..."

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Author's Notes:

So that's the beginning of Chapter 3!  We'll meet one of the other housemates in the next part, so things should pick up a bit.  Until then send all your thoughts and comments to RyanHartBooks@Yahoo.com.  I love hearing what my readers are thinking and always do my best to respond.