Date: Sun, 23 Feb 2014 12:14:19 -0500
From: John skehan <jaskejr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Polish Housekeeper 1

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people living or dead. this work is under copyright in the author's
name. It is a romance with mm sex between adults. None of this really
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Polish Housekeeper-1
jas

 I had been living in France for 2 years. Wise investments and an early
retirement offered me a chance to live my dream to live in Europe. After
traveling for a few months around Europe I decided that it was in my best
interest to settle in the south of France,near the beaches I
loved. Searching for a house turned out to be a taxing experience. After 4
months I found the perfect house.

 Negotiations for the purchase took only a few weeks. I had an edge because
I was paying cash. The owners were more than willing to drop the price for
an instant payment. It took 3 weeks to go to settlement.

 The house itself sat on a large plot of land and consisted of the main
house of six rooms that I would live in and a smaller,2 bedroom house at
the front of the property. Both needed some work. I hired only local men to
renovate the property and to install a swimming pool. That process took the
better part of six months. While the work was going on I lived in just two
rooms.

  When the work was finished I began looking for a tenant for the smaller
house. Word quickly spread and I met Helmuth,a part time professor at the
local university. He was a German and spoke a few languages. We soon became
friends,spending time over home cooked meals and lounging around my pool.

  As the months passed we both acknowledged the fact that we were gay. We
also understood that our relationship was strictly non-sexual. We had
become good friends and the physical attraction just wasn't there. Helmuth
was a tall,dark haired German,attractive in his own way.

   One evening over a post dinner cognac he asked me if I was lonely living
in the big house. I admitted that sometimes it felt that way. But I told
him with his good company it was less. He suggested that I might want to
bring in a student from the university as a lodger and part time
housekeeper. I thought a while before telling him that I didn't think I
could deal with a young person who might want to have a more active life
than that of my village.

  Helmuth then said that,unlike the US,french students tended to be older
and settled into their studies. Since he worked at the university,he knew
of many such students and would be happy to arrange some interviews for
me. I spent the next two days pondering the suggestion before finally
agreeing to the interviews. Helmuth said he would arrange it all.

  Four days later I found myself in a university classroom with several
students scheduled for interviews. The first two showed a distinct lack of
interest in living in a rural village,away from their party scene. The
third young man,a Polish student,seemed more comfortable with the idea. He
was easy on the eyes,being over 6 feet tall and with blond hair. He
explained that he was used to village life since his parents lived in such
a place in Poland. I took his phone number and told him I would contact
him.

  After the interviews I met Helmuth for lunch. We discussed the interviews
and the student life in general. I told him of the Polish student,Johl. He
had impressed me with his sincerity and willingness to help out around the
house. Helmuth suggested that I had made up my mind and should call
him. After lunch I called his cell,getting his voice mail. I left a message
and my number. He called me back within an hour. I told him that he had
impressed me and if he still wanted to live at my house it would be fine. I
could hear his heavy breathing and then he said "when?". Since it was
Thursday,I suggested that the following weekend would be Ok with me. We
exchanged information and set up a time for me to pick him up on
Saturday. I still had my doubts but was willing to give him a try.

  That evening I enlisted Helmuth's help in setting up a room for my
lodger. Asking around the village cafe I was able to get some used
furniture to be delivered on Friday. It was obvious that the village people
were very willing to help their village "american".

Saturday morning came too soon! Helmuth had spent part of friday helping me
clean out the spare room for Johl. I had already put an armoire in there
for storage. We brought in a spare bed and desk. I'd found an used lamp and
small rug for the room. Since the room had been used for storage,there were
a few boxes left over. I left them in the front room, intending to spend
some time going through them later.

 Johl called bright and early at 9 to make sure I had the directions to his
room near the university. He'd had a room in a house with a few other
foreign students. When I arrived he was waiting with his things in a couple
of suitcases and 2 boxes along with his bike,not much for a student. We put
his things in the car and drove off to my village. The ten minute ride was
mostly in silence. I asked him how he felt. He gave a one word
answer-"fine". He was less talkative than during the interview. I suppose
he was nervous.

We arrived at my house in a few minutes. After unpacking his things to his
room, I gave him the grand tour of the house,ending with the garden and
pool. I introduced him to my dogs. He seemed comfortable with it all. When
we returned to his room, I helped him bring in his things and set up a
bookcase. He paused and looked around. "This is more room than I had in my
home in poland when I was growing up.", he said. I replied, "It's bigger
than my shared room with my brother, also". We laughed at yet another thing
we had in common.

I went to the kitchen to set up a quick lunch for us- a casserole of things
from the larder and garden. I knew that I'd have to make another run into
the town for dinner food later. Johl came into the kitchen just as I was
finishing up. "Smells good", he said. I shrugged, "just a quick lunch". I
had a few minutes until it would be ready. I suggested that we might want
to have a quick swim. Johl looked around as I striped off. I paused, "hey,
it's hot, we're guys, and no one can see into the pool anyway" I spoke as I
walked out onto the patio and jumped into the pool. Johl followed me out
and striped down, joining me inthe pool. We swam laps for a while. I heard
the timer go off and jumped out and ran into the kitchen. Johl follwed, not
bothering to dress also. He had a nice body, a farm boy's body.

We ate on the patio with the sun drying our bodies with the dogs laying on
the warm patio beneath us. Neither of us seemed bothered by our nudity. I
asked about his life at the univeristy, his studies, the social scene. It
seems that he didn't go in for the univeristy social scene that involved a
lot of drinking. Many of the foreign students were americans and brits.
Johl said that their idea of social life was going out and getting
smashed. It was obivously not his. He asked about my own social life. I
explained that,aside from the village events and Helmuth, most of my social
life involved taking in th local music scene. We were lucky to have a
number of vocal groups and classical groups in the area. There was often a
local concert to attend. He seemed quite interested in that. I mentioned
that I kept a calendar of events over my desk to track them all.

After lunch we dressed and took the dishes into the kitchen. Johl
immediately began to wash them. It was a good sign. I explained that I'd
invited Helmuth over for dinner and needed to run into town for a few
things. Johl wanted to stay and finish unpacking. I showed him where there
were extra things he might need and prepared to leave. Johl saw the packed
boxes and asked about them . I explained that they were things I'd not
gotten around to unpacking, mostly cloths and linens.

My trip into town was boring. I had to get a few extra things that I
thought we'd need and I picked up a couple of bottles of champagne,
figuring we'd have one after dinner. i gassed up the car while I was
there. When I returned to the house Johl was just finishing. He told me
that he'd unpacked the boxes and left the cloths on my bed, putting the
linens away in the hall cabinet. i unpacked the groceries and wentinto my
room. That's when I saw my computer was still on. I'd let it on when I went
to pick up Johl that morning, after checking my email and a couple of porn
sites that I regularly monitored. My screen saver was still up- two nude
guys playing. My cloths were neatly folded on my bed. But what I noticed
was the screen saver popping up. Johl had probably seen that too. I decided
not to bring it up if he didn't.

Dinner went well. Johl and helmuth got along well. The conversation was in
three languages- English,german,and french. I managed to keep up with most
of it. After dinner helmuth suggested that we go into the village cafe so
that Johl could meet the villagers. It was a good idea. They would see him
around and wonder who he was. We walked into the cafe and Johl was
introduced to everyone there. We settled into an outside table in the
garden for the evening. Two bottles of wine later we were ready to call it
a night. We walked home, dropping helmuth off on the way. When we got home
I remembered the champagne and asked Johl if he wanted to share it with
me. He agreed but first went into change. It was still a warm night so I
took the glasses and bottle out onto the patio. Johl soon joined me,
wearing just a tee shirt and shorts. We drank in silence for a while. He
broke the silence by asking about my house rules. He explained that he
understood that it w as my house and expected that I'd have my own routines
and rules. I thought a minute before replying, "Well, I pretty much have my
own routine.  I try to keep cleaning and laundry down to a minimum." "Oh,"
he muttered. I looked at him again before speaking, "Yes, I usually wear
little or no clothing around the house." He stood and removed his shirt and
shorts before saying, "good, I like that too. 'Conversation died then. I
asked him finally about his girl friends at home. He sighed and stared out
for a while. "In Poland, if you aren't married by the time you're 20,
you're looked at strangely. Me, I have other things on my mind. I don't see
my future running around with a fat wife and a bunch of little poles.", he
confessed. I turned to him and placed my hand over his,"me neither," I
replied. He laughed and placed his other hand on top of mine. We stayed
like that for a few minutes,not talking. Finally I broke the mood by
standing, grabbing the empty bottle and glasses. As I left and turned out
the candle lights on patio and told him that I was going to get a shower
before bed. I left the glasses in the sink and went up to my master
suite. I had put in both a jacuzzi tub and a large hydro shower with six
heads. It would feel great on a nite like this one. I undressed
quickly,leaving my things on the floor on th way to the shower. I'd get
them later. I adjusted the water and got in. The steam soon filled the
bathroom space since I'd forgotten to open the window.

 I saw a shadow outside the shower door. Johl asked if there was room for
2. "Of course",I replied, "but you'd better open the window to let the
steam out." I heard him open the window and then he opened the door and
slipped in behind me. He grabbed the shower sponge and began to shrub my
back. It felt good to have someone do that. It had been a long time since
anyone had done that. He moved from my back to the shoulders. In the
process he came in closer to me so that he could get to my chest from his
position behind me. His chest touched my back but something else also
touched me. It was long and hard. I didn't react.I did let out a low moan
as he worked on my body. I also pushed back to give him more room. In doing
that I pushed my butt against his hardness. His other hand came around to
my side. He gently touched my hip as he washed my chest. I moaned again and
leaned my head back on his shoulder. Johl stopped the pretense of washing
me. He pulled me into his body and began to nibble on my ear and neck. I
lost it. A shudder went through my body. It was quite visable to him. He
turned me around so that my hardness met his hardness in a duel for the
same space. I put my arms on his shoulders and looked into his eyes. There
were tears running down his face. I was stunned. I reached up to his cheek
to wipe them away as I spoke, "What's wrong? Why are you crying?" He smiled
through the tears. "I'm happy but also scared. I'm afraid to do anything to
spoil the moment and maybe lose you" he spoke softly in a near whisper. I
pulled him into a tight,soothing embrace

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