Date: Wed, 13 Jul 2022 20:10:10 +0200 From: john skehan Subject: My New House Cleaner My New House Cleaner cajuncock If you've gotten this far you know the deal. This is a work of gay fiction, the sole property of the author. It may not be reused without his written permission, If you enjoy the stories on the site please donate to keep it going. It provides a valuable resource for our community. Comments: cajunboi868@gmail As winter turns to spring I was forced to assess my surroundings. My house needed a good cleaning and I knew that at my age I was not up to the task. Not only were the piles of papers and mail piling up rapidly but the dog hair was obvious on many surfaces. Dusting had ceased to be a regular habit during the cold months. I finally gave in and began asking friends about finding help. Most of them had long ago resorted to cleaning services. Being a single gay male I was fearful of inviting a female in to clean the place. There were just too many pictures and other things around that might raise the hackles of a "lady". I checked several gay services only to find that most were just fronts for paid sex operations. My neighborhood was racially mixed and I began looking for a young man to come in regularly, weekly,to clean up. One Hispanic neighbor suggested that his nephew might take on the task to earn spending money. I'd met the lad once or twice and he seemed nice enough. I agreed to have him come by for an informal interview. At 9AM on Saturday there was a knock at the door. I'd just finished my shower and was busy preparing breakfast. I invited him to offer coffee. Ricky was a tall, lanky 17 year old. I'd never had any interest in teens so I pretty much ignored them. Over coffee we talked about the house and pretty much agreed on an initial inspection. During the walk through I explained that much of the important things should be contained in my office area. But now things were scattered around the house. Ricky asked about the yard work suggesting that he be given a free hand to reshape that area. When we got to my bedroom and master suite he just stood there. He looked me in the eye asking "Are you sure that you don't have a teen hidden in here someplace? This room reminds me of my 15 year old cousin's bedroom. " I laughed, telling him that I had no interest in teenage boys but understood his comment. We returned to the living room. I offered lemonade as we talked about the work. He told me that he would like to help but it might take a few weekends to get the exterior in order and that he could only spare a few afternoons after he got off of his part-time job at the supermarket. I asked what he intended to do with his new found wealth suggesting that he might spend it on a girlfriend. He laughed saying that his parents were strict christains who guarded his chastity. I laughed and said "But clearly with your looks you have plenty of female company." He blushed stammering that few girls had attracted his interest. I changed the subject to a possible work schedule and pay. He was shocked at the amount I was willing to pay. It was more than he expected. So it was set. He'd start on the next weekend. We did a final tour of the interior. I had not had time to hide any of the gay magazines or books. So he asked if I was gay. I had expected that to be a deal breaker. But I was going to be honest. I admitted that I was gay but confessed that I seldom brought men to my home. The reason I had to admit was the condition of the house. He laughed saying that maybe he should start inside so that I might have some male company. I laughed with him, confessing that it was not likely that any man would find me attractive enough. We let the subject drop at that. Saturday, I was awakened to the sound of the lawn mower in the yard. Ricky was busy in the front yard making it presentable. I pulled on a robe to cover my nakedness and stepped out to see the change that he had already worked. The hedges had been trimmed back and the grass cut. Ricky was shirtless and looked up smiling. He walked over saying "I got here early and didn't want to disturb you in case you had company so started in the yard." I thanked him and invited him in for breakfast when he finished the yard. I retreated to the shower. It was one of the first of my home projects, a large shower to accommodate two people. Before showering I put on coffee. I was in the shower when Ricky came in. He called out and I responded that the coffee should be ready. What I didn't expect was that Ricky had followed the sound of my voice and was standing at the open bathroom door. I was surprised when he said "Nice shower, I wish I had one like that at home." I opened the clear glass door to grab a towel. Ricky was there with one in his hand. I stood there blushing for a long minute. He laughed at my embarrassed state. In an obvious stare he whistled saying "From what I see you should have men crawling all over each other to get to you." As he spoke I noticed the large outline of his stiff tool in the cut off gym shorts. He was going commando. He made no move to leave and I quickly dried myself. As I made an effort to dry my back he grabbed another towel and quietly said "Here let me help." I did not protest as he dried my back paying attention to my ass. He leaned forward to hang the towel up pressing against my rear. I got an instant hardon which I covered with another towel. He could not help but notice my excited state. But he said nothing about the obvious elephant in the room. I dressed in cargo shorts and a tank top since it was a warm day. Over a breakfast of waffles and fruit we talked about my work as a techie and his hope of someday landing a regular job after 2 years at the community college. He commented on my body asking if I had a regular gym. I told him that I had some equipment in the basement that I used. After cleaning up the dishes he asked if he could see the basement. He looked over the sets I'd collected over time. He suggested that I might want to get some shelves to store things that were seasonal and cluttered up the bedroom. As we went back upstairs I could feel him close behind me. At the stop of the stairs I stumbled and he grabbed and he grabbed my waist. I laughed as he held me up. saying "I can't have my boss injured on my first day." He followed close behind me into the kitchen. He looked at my collection of cookbooks asking if it was a hobby? I responded that cooking for one person was difficult but that I did enjoy cooking. He spent a few hours sorting through papers and moving important ones to my office. I had a large collecton of gay books in my bedroom. Ricky joked "Bedtime reading?" He browsed through some of them occasionally rubbing his crotch. I pretended not to notice. Sunday morning I was awakened by the door bell. I pulled on a thin, summer robe to answer the door not expecting anyone. Ricky stood there smiling with a bake from the local pastry shop in his outstretched hand. I waved him in and set up the coffee pot. He walked up behind me saying "I thought you might like some company, it's free because I wanted to know more about you." As I turned to respond the robe came open revealing my naked state. He stared down stunned before speaking "Well, I see that you have no physical deformity to prevent sex, at least so far." I laughed telling him to behave. He smirked, "And what if I don't want to behave?" I was stunned and couldn't think of a reply. But my cock had no such problem going hard instantly. He whistled "My,My part of you is not lacking in response." He reached out to gently stroke the hard appendage waving before him. I moaned as his rough hand caressed my cock. He whispered "I've wanted to do this since that very first day." I stammered "But you're young enough to be my grandson." He kissed my neck whispering "But you are the one I want. I don't want any of those cheap young muscle heads, the self centered egos. I want a real man who knows how to treat me." I again stammered "But, But" Ricky put a hand behind me head pulling me to his lips. At first it was a tentative kiss, lightly touching my lips. Then it quickly turned passionate. His arms reached around me pulling me to his muscled chest. I moaned in surrender, the sensual minute. My tank top soon fell to the floor to be joined shortly by both his cut off shorts and my cargo shorts. I put up no resistance. The outline of his cock that I'd seen before bore no resemblance to the stiff weapon before me now. His uncut, thick, brown toll loomed there with just a drop of moisture at the opening. I wiped a finger across the tip eliciting a moan from Ricky. He watched as I took the moist finger to my mouth moaning at its salty taste. Ricky stood lifting me up from my chair into his arms. He nibbled on my neck and asked "The bedroom?" I could only moan a soft "yes!". Naked we went to my bedroom where he threw me down on the bed leaning in to kiss me with renewed passion. I pulled away pointing to the night stand. He opened the drawer pulling out the lube and a bottle of poppers. He tossed the bottle aside saying " Right now we won't need these. I want you to feel every inch, both the pain and the pleasure. I know that I'm large and it may hurt at first. But I want you to know that the pain is a sign of my devotion to you."