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 2 - John's First Day
After I accepted the job, It was determined that we were all hungry. Rachel showed me the plate settings in the china cabinet, and I set the table. The maid had left dinner in the oven, so I put the roast, vegetables, potatoes, etc onto serving dishes and brought them to the table. It was established that normally, I was to eat by myself in the kitchen. I would be called if anything else was needed. This being my first day, however, I was invited to join Randy and Rachel at the table.
I began to learn more about my new employers. They were both locals who had met each other at high school. Randy was two years older than Rachel. Randy had inherited a small chain of banks from his father, and ran the bank in the capacity of president. Rachel didn't work - she would be home most days.
We discussed some of the details of my employment. The pay wasn't great, but everything I needed would be provided for me, so Randy told me that he would establish an account at his bank in my name, and the money would be deposited there for me. In the meantime, it could earn interest. I spoke about my situation with my current landlord, and it was determined that Randy would send somebody to my room to gather my things and settle my account. I could start right away.
Randy also helped to further define the nature of our relationship. I would address them by ma'am and sir (which I had already been doing out of habit), and would generally speak only if spoken too, like a good boy. I would do whatever I was told, day or night. I would have some daily chores that would be established over the next few days.
After dinner, Rachel and Randy retired to the large living room. I poured them each a drink, Randy some Scotch whisky, and Rachel a glass of chardonnay. After that, I set a fire in the fireplace and returned to clear the dining room table. I was to simply rinse the dishes and stack them in the sink - the maid would take care of them the next morning. The maid worked 5 days a week.
When I had completed those chores, I returned to the living room. Rachel offered to show me where I would be staying. I was given a quick tour - the ground floor contained the large living room, a small den/library, the dining room and kitchen, and a sun room off of the kitchen. Outside Rachel showed me woodpile on the side of the house, and (to my surprise), a large, very luxurious patio with a swimming pool. There was a small cabana, a hot tub, and a very large barbecue grill that they used for entertaining.
Upstairs there were 6 bedrooms, one of which had been turned into a well-equipped exercise room, with weights, a treadmill, and a stair machine. I was told that I was to keep myself in good shape, but to make sure I maintained a lean, instead of bulky, figure. Rachel showed me the 4 guest rooms. I had assumed that one of them would belong to me, but I was mistaken.
The master bedroom was very large. It contained a large king sized bed, a small sitting area, and a very large bathroom with a whirlpool tub, two sinks, a commode, a bidet, and the largest shower I had ever seen. The shower had 3 sprayheads, all of which could be removed.
Rachel reached under the large bed and pulled out a small mattress - this would be my bed. I was to drag it to the corner of the room at night, and sleep on the floor. In the morning I was to make the small bed back up, and put it back under their bed.
Finally, I was taken down into the basement. There I found a good deal of storage room, a laundry room, and a small wine cellar. Rachel then showed me a room that could best be described as a luxurious jail cell. There was a small cot, a sink, a shower, and a commode. In addition, there was a small chest of drawers. In the drawers I found several more "uniforms," in pink, blue, red, and white. All were the same small shorts that I was currently wearing. I was told that I could store my things in this room.
Also in the chest of drawers were a case of prefilled enemas - Rachel said that she liked her boy to be clean, and that I was to use one every morning.
I was told that, though there was a cot in this small room, I would sleep most nights in the Master Bedroom in case my services were necessary. I would sleep here only when Randy and Rachel wanted privacy, or when I was being punished. The idea of "punishment" made me a bit nervous.
I went to the upstairs bedroom where I had changed into my shorts, and gathered my clothing and stored them in my basement room. When I climbed the stairs back up to the first story, I found that Rachel had joined Randy back in the living room, where they were watching television. "I need to use the restroom," Randy announced. "Come with me."
I got up and followed Randy to the restroom. "Lift the lid, and take my dick out." I lifted the toilet lid, then unzipped Randy's trousers. I carefully pulled his large cock through the fly of his pants, and let go of it. "Aim it," he demanded, so I stood next to the toilet, grabbed his dick, and pointed it toward the bowl. Randy began to pee, his large cock making a thick stream and a loud sound as his urine hit the bowl. While he was peeing, he turned to me and asked, "have you ever tasted piss?"
"No," I said.
"Well, that's going to change. I don't like having to get up to go the bathroom. You'd better start liking the taste of my piss." With that, he reached down and pinched off the stream of urine, which had been starting to slow. "On your knees."
Now this is not what I had signed up for, but I was eager to please my new boss. Besides, I had heard that there was nothing dangerous about pee, so I got on my knees.
"Put my dick in your mouth, and drink the rest. Please don't spill any on yourself, because I don't want to have to punish you." I scooted toward Randy and opened my mouth. He put his dick in my mouth, and I closed my lips around it. His cock, even soft, was huge. I started peeing again, this time resting his hand on my head and sighing in relief. I gulped his piss as fast as I could, thankful that he was almost done - I was able to finish all of his urine without spilling a drop. The taste was much more bitter than I had imagined, and while I came close to gagging once, I was able to contain myself. When the flow subsided after a few more seconds, I squeezed out the remaining few drops, and put his penis back in his pants. "That's a good boy," he said. "Use this mouthwash to clean your mouth, and come back to the living room." I rinsed my mouth out with the pleasant-tasting stuff, and returned to the living room.
I refilled both of their drinks, and waited for further instructions. After a couple minutes, Rachel announced that she'd like me to rub her feet. I sat down in front of her, Indian style, and removed her elegant shoes. I began to gently rub her feet through her stockings when she told me to stop. "Not through my stockings - I don't want you to stretch them. Take them off." I looked up at her, puzzled, and she said "lift up my skirt, unhook the garter, and roll them off, please." I got up on my knees, and, without looking, reached up her skirt to look for the garters. "Jesus," she sighed. "Stop being so polite. Just lift up my skirt and quit fumbling around." I folded her skirt up on to her lap, and found the garters. I unhooked her stockings, and carefully rolled each one off of her legs. I sat back down at her feet, and began to rub them.
Working gently on the sole of each foot, I could hear Rachel sigh as I rubbed the effects of her uncomfortable shoes away. After about fifteen minutes, she announced that she needed to powder her nose. "Follow me," she commanded.
In the restroom, she told me to remove her garter belt and panties. I handed her the hems of her skirt, and pulled down her garter belt. Then, I pulled down her panties. When I did, a whiff of her female essence hit me right in the nose. I think she saw me lick my lips, and smiled. "Easy, boy," she said.
She then sat down on the commode and began to pee. I remained kneeling on the floor while she finished, and she told me to clean her. When I reached for the toilet paper, she said "don't be so wasteful. Use your tongue, silly." With that, she stood up and lifted her skirt. I leaned into her, and look at her pussy. Her outer lips were very full, and hung down just a bit from her bald pussy. I licked her slit three or four times, tasting her urine. "Good boy," she said.
She said that she could do without her panties for the rest of the evening, and ordered me to gather her underwear, and well as her stockings, and take them down to the laundry room. When I returned to the living room, she was sitting next to Randy on the couch, and they were kissing each other. She had her arms wrapped around his neck, while he kissed her and fondled her right breast with his left hand. My little dick twitched in my tight shorts. "Time for bed," Randy announced, and I followed them both upstairs to the master bedroom.
Once in the bedroom, Randy told me to help Rachel undress. She pulled her sweater off, and told me to put it in the laundry hamper. She was now wearing only her bra and her skirt. She turned around, and told me to unzip her skirt. I did so, and, as ordered, hung the skirt in the closet. Then, she told me to unhook her bra. I unhooked the clasp in the back (at least I remembered that much from high school), and help her remove the bra as she turned around.
The sight was breathtaking. Her tits were very perky for her age, but they hung down in a way that I could tell they were not implants - she was simply blessed. My little dick was now straining against the front of my tight shorts. She had small, quarter-sized nipples, and her pencil-eraser nips where standing straight out. Her tits were simply fabulous. She looked at my shorts and smiled. "I think our boy sees something he likes, Randy."
I pulled back the covers on the main bed, and turned to see Randy taking off his tie. "Help me out here, boy," he ordered. I took his tie, and hung it in the closet with the others. I unbuttoned his shirt, getting my first look at his broad, hairless chest. You could tell that he certainly spent some time in his exercise room. I tossed his white dress shirt into the hamper. Without being told (I was starting to get the hang of this), I unbuckled his belt, and help him step out of his trousers. I hung neatly them on the valet that was standing against the wall. Then I asked him if he preferred to sleep in the buff. "Of course, son. We all sleep in the nude, including you." Then, kneeling, I helped him step out of his boxers. His giant cock and hanging balls stared me in the face. I put his underwear in the hamper, and lifted the covers on his bed as he climbed in.
"Turn out the lights and go to bed, boy." I pulled my small bed out from under theirs, and turned out the lights. There was still moonlight coming in through the windows, and I saw as they both watched me pull off my shorts and put them next to the bed, my little cock still standing at attention from the sight of seeing Rachel (or both of them) naked.
As I climbed into my little bed, I heard their sheets rustling and looked over to see that they were now engaged in some serious heavy petting. Rachel had leaned over on top of Randy, and was alternating between kissing him on the lips, and on his chest, pausing from time to time to suck on his nipples. Randy moaned every time she did that. For his part, Randy's hands were busy rubbing all over Rachel's back and ass.
After a little while of this activity, Rachel moved her kisses down to Randy's stomach, and she pulled back the covers to expose his now rock-hard cock. John's eyes went wide when he saw the engorged cock - it had to be nine inches long, and as thick as Rachel's wrist. His balls hung between his legs and rested on the bed. Rachel took hold of the massive dick, and began to gently stroke it as she kissed the head of Randy's cock.
As Rachel began to lick the length of the shaft, John couldn't help himself as he reached down to stroke his own little hard-on. He got in a few quick strokes before Rachel said "John, we don't want you masturbating unless we tell you to." John stopped stroking his dick and looked on painfully as Rachel wrapped her lips around Randy's massive member. She could only take the first few inches in her mouth, but Randy's loud and numerous moans indicated that he was nevertheless enjoying himself thoroughly.
"That's right, baby. Suck it hard for me." Rachel was using her delicate hands to stroke the rest of his cock while she sucked the tip, making her hands seem ridiculously small when juxtaposed against his massive schlong.
The sucking, slurping, and moaning sounds continued on for a few more minutes before Rachel pulled off, saying "baby, I need to you fuck me now. Will you put that big beast inside of me?"
John could see Randy smile as he said "climb on, baby. I need your hot pussy now." Rachel moved to squat on top of Randy's massive pole, gently sliding it between her pussy lips. She slowly lowered herself until the massive cock was completely hidden inside her. This feat accomplished, she began to slowly rock herself back and forth, then up and down as she began to fuck Randy.
Picking up pace, both of their faces displayed looks of sheer ecstasy as Rachel began to move her ass up and down, furiously fucking Randy. She let out a low howl as her body shuddered in orgasm, soaking the sheet below her. She continued fucking her husband's beautiful cock until he cried out, "faster, baby. I'm close!"
She resumed her previous pace, pulling up almost all of the way off of his cock before slamming her cunt back down on him, over and over and over. Finally, with a loud roar, Randy arched his back and filled her cunt with his seed, his body jerking over and over again as he reached his orgasm. The jerking sent Rachel into her second orgasm, who leaned back onto her hands and cried out. Spent, she collapsed forward onto Randy, and kissed him deeply.
John's hard-on was throbbing, and he longed to play with himself, but didn't want to make his employers angry. Randy saw the look in John's eyes, and said, "come here, boy, and clean us up."
Rachel rolled over onto her back as John approached the bed. "My wife needs her pussy cleaned - I made quite a mess. Use your tongue and clean her out," Randy ordered.
That was all the invitation that John needed. Although he'd never licked a pussy before in his life, and certainly had never tasted another man's (or his own, for that matter) cum, he kneeled between Rachel's legs and began to gently lick all around her shining vulva. Her soft moan encouraged him, and he lick her slit, the bouquet of Rachel's and Randy's tastes overwhelming. As he lapped at her slit, he Randy's cum began to dribble out. An John licked and swallowed every drop.
Satisfied that he had done his job well, John raised his head to see Rachel smiling at him. "Thank you, my baby boy. I feel much cleaner now." John smiled back at Rachel, then looked over to Randy.
"Good job, boy. Now, clean me up as well." John looked hungrily at Randy's now flaccid cock, and scooted over between Randy's hairy legs. He bent over, and inhaled Randy's masculine aroma mixed with the smell of Randy's cum and Rachel's juices. He took Randy's soft cock in his hand, and began to lick, from the base to the tip, savoring all of the tastes. He then licked the tip of Randy's cock, and took the tip into his mouth, sucking a little on his cock.
Satisfied that his boss's cock was clean, John went to work on his massive, smooth ballsack, first licking the top of the balls, then gingerly lifting the scrotum up and lapping at the underside. Randy moaned his approval. Finally, John began to lick around the base of his boss's cock, cleaning the fluids from his pubic hair. John looked up and saw his boss's smiling face.
"That was a good job, boy. Now, I want to watch you jack off. Lay down between us." John did as he was told, his cock absolutely throbbing, and felt the heat coming off of Randy's hard, masculine body and Rachel's soft, smooth skin. He reached down with his thumb and forefinger and began to jack his little dick. After about thirty seconds, his hips convulsed, and he shot a string of cum from his stomach to his chest. "Clean yourself," Randy ordered, and John scooped five or six fingerfuls of his own jism into his mouth. He swallowed each scoop, licking his lips and smiling. When he was clean, Rachel reached down and touch John's softening little dick, and whispered "you were a very good little boy tonight. You can sleep in the big boy's bed tonight," and pulled the covers over all three of them. John felt himself let out a sigh of pure satisfaction as he drifted off to sleep.
That's the end of chapter 2. 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.