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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.