Date: Tue, 7 Sep 1999 05:46:11 EDT
From: ParviMan@aol.com
Subject: Experience of a boy as a helper

This is just purely a fantasy. 

Would like to hear comment from you


An Experience of a boy as a helper


The school bell was ringing which meant that my school age was over. In my
village, rarely do people go to school higher than grade 6. I was not the
exception.

The night before, my dad asked me whether I would like to help him in the
field or to go to Singapore to work as a helper like the boy next door whom
left two years earlier.

Working in my dad's field had never been my dream. I always wanted to get
out of my village. By the way, my village is right on the tip of the
Malaysian peninsula which is about two hour driving from Singapore.
Therefore, I told my dad that I would rather go to Singapore to work for
somebody over there than to work in the field.

The next day, I and my dad left home early to go to Singapore. Due to the
heavy traffic that day, we arrived at the house where Amir worked around
noon. Soon after we rang the bell Amir, my neighbor accompanied by his
boss' wife Mrs. Johnson, went out to open the gate. Mrs. Johnson was very
nice and kind. She asked us to wait while she called her husband's boss,
Lord Worthington, who just came from England. She mentioned that Lord
Worthington needed a helper.

After waiting for a couple minutes, she came out again, and informed us to
go to Lord Worthington house which was about several blocks from her
house. She told Amir the direction and asked him to bring us there.

It took about ten minutes to walk to that house. As we arrived, a black
Rolls Royce stopped and the man sitting at the back sit walked out of the
car.

He shook my hand and said "You must be Ali!, I am John Worthington" "Good
afternoon Lord Worthington" I said "You don't need to call me Lord, just
call me Mr. Worthington"

I did not know, for any reasons, I shuddered when I shook his hand. I never
had this feeling before. As you know, a village boy like me was exceedingly
ignorant about their sexuality.

 Lord Worthington was very tall for me. He was 6'3" with thick red mustache
and beard, and blue eyes. I was just mesmerized by his look. We went into
the house. He explained to me that his wife was still in England and would
not come to Singapore until the end of the school year. She needed to take
care of their two daughters until they finished this school year.

He showed the house. It was a big and beautiful house. My bedroom was at
the back of the house, I had to walk through the back garden. That garden
had many big trees. On the way to my bedroom, we passed his bedroom. His
bedroom was at the left side of the garden that I passed everyday before I
went to my room. He asked me to put all my belongings at my room.

After showing my bedroom, he told me that I was basically his personal
helper. I need to prepare all that he needed. I needed to prepare his
breakfast, washed his laundry, and prepare his clothes in the morning.

"Let's go to my room, I want you to clean my room and move my clothes from
the luggages and put them into the closets"

After telling all the things that he needed to tell me, he returned to the
office, and he would be back by 7:00 PM.

As soon as he left, I started working diligently. I opened the luggages one
by one and started folding his clothes one by one. After I finished folding
and storing his clothes, I went to my room and take a rest.

I woke up at about 5:30 to get ready to prepare for his tea. About 6:00, I
heard the front door was opened, and I saw Mr. Worthington walking toward
the kitchen.

"Hi, Ali!, is everything O.K"

"Sure, Sir! I have prepared your tea" I replied

"Very good" he praised me.

He sat down, and sipping his tea. He asked me whether the evening paper had
came. He told me to check outside. I did what he ordered me. I went outside
to check whether the newspaper there.  Sure it was outside of the gate. I
took it and brought it inside of the house. However, I could not find him
in the kitchen anymore, so I called him

"Mr. Worthington, where are you?"

"I am here in the back porch" he answered

I walked to the back porch, I could see him sitting looking at the
garden. Once again, I felt my body like being struck by electricity when I
saw Mr. Worthington. I really did not know what happened with my body. In
addition, my penis was also getting hard. However, I did not know it meant.

As I handed over the newspaper, my mouth was open.

"Are you OK, Ali?" he asked me

"Ugh,..ugh..I am OK, Sir" I replied

"Ali, could you prepare another pot of tea, because Mr. Wang will come at
any time, he will massage me." he ordered me

"Sure sir"

Before I left to the kitchen, I asked him why he needed Mr. Wang to massage
him. I told him that I can massage him also, because I used to massage my
dad. He told me that Mr. Wang was different, he is blind and he did
something different. What made him different, I asked. He did not say
anything. Then I urged him to let me see what Mr. Wang did to him. He said,
however, NO. I was so disappointed why he did not allow me to see Mr. Wang
massage him.

While I was preparing the tea, the bell door was ringing. I opened the
door, and I saw a blind man in his fiftys accompanied by a woman.

"Are you Mr.Wang?"

"Yes" he said

"Mr. Worthington is waiting for you"

He then told the woman to leave and pick him up two hours later.


"Hi, Mr. Wang! "Mr. Worthington greeted him.

Mr. Worthington took his hand and walked him to the living room, then
Mr. Worthington asked me to bring the tea pot. They sat and started talking
before they headed to Mr. Worthington's bedroom.

Annoyed by the situation, I went back to my room. On the way to my room, I
passed his room, the room's light was on. I wondered why I just peeked
through the window. There should not be any problem. Mr. Wang was blind,
and it was so dark already that Mr. Worthington could not see anything
outside.

I was standing about one foot at the right corner of the big window when
they just entered the room, then he walked Mr. Wang sat on the corner of
the bed. A moment later, Mr. Worthington started taking off his shirt. My
eyes was popping out as he took off his shirt, his chest was broad and firm
as well as hairy, and then when he dropped his pants, my jaw was just
dropping.

He, then, walked to the bed and laid on his belly.

"Is it like a usual, Mr. Worthington" asked Mr.Wang

"Sure" Mr. Worthington replied.

Mr. Wang started by rubbing baby oil on Mr. Worthington feet, legs, and
back, then he started massaging Mr. Worthington feet, legs. I could hear
clearly Mr. Worthington moaning on how good it felt. Mr. Wang kept working
on his way up, when he finally pulled down Mr. Worthington's white brief
revealing his nice firm and full butt. My little dick was so hard as a
rock, but I just so ignorant that I did not know what I need to do to
release the tense. As he finished with the butt, he pulled up the brief
covering those butt, then worked on backed.

After working about an hour on Mr. Worthington's back, and arms, he asked
Mr. Worthington to flip and lay on his back. As the brief pulled down
earlier, the front part of the brief was still way down so that I could see
the red thick pubic hair of my boss. I was just so mesmerized by the
sight. Mr. Worthington has such a hairy chest, arms, and legs. Mr. Wang
continued his adventure on my boss' body by massaging the chest, and
finally the thigh. As Mr. Wang was working on the thighs, I could hear my
boss moaning.

After finishing the thighs, Mr. Wang pause a little bit, and he then slowly
pulled down the brief. I was very shock looking what Mr. Wang did.
Mr. Worthington, however, allowed this thing happened. I was getting more
confused with what I saw. Mr. Worthington dick was limp, and it was about
6". Coming from a Moslem village, I had never seen an uncut dick. It was
fascinating seen for me. A moment later, Mr. Wang took the baby oil again,
and put on his palm. He took Mr.  Worthington's dick and started rubbing
the shaft up and down without pulling the foreskin so that I could not see
the head of dick. The dick started growing slowly but steadily until it
fully erected. It was 8", then he suddenly pulled the foreskin down
revealing the head. As he pulled it down, Mr.  Worthington moaned loudly
recognizing the sensation. Mr. Wang applied some more oil on the head, and
he covered, and stroked the head of the dick with one of his hand.  He kept
changing one hand with the other, and sometimes using both hands.
Mr. Worthington closed his eyes enjoying the hand job given by Mr. Wang.
After about fifteen minutes, Mr. Worthington started breathing heavily, he
also started pushing his heap up and down against the rhythm of Mr. Wang
hand. He told Mr. Wang to go faster. As Mr. Wang got faster,
Mr. Worthington was also getting faster until finally he screamed and white
stream of liquid spurting from the head of Mr.  Worthington head.

Mr. Wang was still stroking Mr. Worthington's dick up and down, despite
motionless Mr.  Worthington. Finally, Mr. Wang asked

"Are you done, Mr. Worthington?"

"Yes, I am done" he answered.

"Should I stop" asked Mr. Wang

"OK, you can stop" he sighed.


The first several strong spurts of that white fluid coming out of
Mr. Worthington's dick hit Mr.  Wang's face. The weaker spurts were all
over Mr. Wang's hands.

Mr. Worthington was laying down, Mr. Wang walked out of the room. I rushed
back to the house to help him.

Mr. Wang was in the hall way already when I entered the house. His face
still covered by that white fluid coming out from Mr. Worthington. He tried
to clean them, but it got worse. He smeared the fluid on his hands all over
his place. Feeling bad, I got a paper towel and helped him cleaned up his
face. The liquid was thick. Being such a curious boy, I licked that liquid,
thinking that nobody would not know. The liquid was salty, however I like
the taste and the smell.

After, I cleaned him up, and sat him on the chair in the kitchen,
Mr. Worthington reappeared just in his underwear. I could see his dick was
still big.

He handed $100 Singaporean dollar and said "It was wonderful, Mr. Wang!!"

"Thank you! Sir" Mr. Wang replied.

"Could you come again next week?" asked Mr. Worthington

Before he could answered, the bell door was rung. I rushed to the door and
went to open door.  It was the lady who brought Mr. Wang earlier. As she
waited at the door, Mr. Worthington walked Mr. Wang to the door. The lady
was blushing when she saw Mr. Worthington was only his brief with big
bulging underwear.