A gay story: House Wife in Training Ch. 01 To those that just want a quick fix, chapter 2 will dive faster into the intimate moments.
This is slightly revised. I fixed, I think, all the spelling errors, but I’m really new to writing so idk. You’ll notice a couple times that the story explains things that the main character isn’t thinking about or doesn’t know. It’s just for readers to understand the storytelling more. I’m sure there is a remedy to that, but I couldn’t think of any.
Thanks for reading! Give suggestions if you want. I’m piecing out the story so if anyone asks for anything, I might just include it in the next chapter.
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I’m walking home from school again. With an empty stomach, hoping my parents have something ready to eat when I get home. It was the only thing I could think about while I swung my school lanyard with my house key and I.D. card around my finger in circular motions. The calm wind shuffled through my blonde hair during my stride. It’s silky and hangs down, touching my shoulders. Despite the comments from my dad, I like it long.
If I’m not exploring the surroundings of the new neighborhood we moved to, I’m rereading my I.D. badge that I’m still thrilled about. I’m still not used to high school, and it shows when my body jumps from the ringing after the end of almost every period. I’ve always been easily spooked, even more so in new environments. I just make sure to stay out of anyone’s way, which is easy since I’m shorter than almost everyone here.
The anxiety I have throughout the day dampens my optimism regularly. My whole experience isn’t aided either by my parents not giving me any money for lunch. We aren’t poor, but they believe the free lunches are ‘adequate’ enough to not need to spend the money.
I wasn’t paying too much attention to my surroundings; this is a quiet, nice neighborhood after all. My thoughts of which game I was going to hop on we’re cut short when I noticed a large man pass me along the sidewalk. An idea popped into my head and before him and me we’re even 2 feet apart, I spoke before thinking.
“Sir?”
He turned his head. His glance met way above me before he peered down to my short stature of 5′ 4″. He met my eyes before I lowered my head, turning my eyes anywhere but his way. His tall muscular figure was domineering. His chest and especially arms were carved with large muscles that showed through his tight jogging shirt. He stood at around 6′ 6″ but was probably taller. He turned facing me as he waited for me patiently to continue.
“I uhm. I was just w-wondering if uhm… I could make some mon- or uh… Do a job for you… For money… Sir…”
My heart started beating faster before I noticed a smile peeking through his lips, hearing my feeble attempt. His eyes never left my nervous expression. I had to tilt my head up far to meet his, but I didn’t dare take more than quick glances at him. I started fidgeting my hands, regretting my offer immediately.
He took his time to reply as I felt him look me over. I knew my feminine hips stuck out like a sore thumb, further tearing down any confidence I would have in the moment.
“Sure… Yea, not many boys are looking to make money these days. I got some dishes you can do for me, and you can vacuum my living room if that’s alright with you. How’s $20 sound?”
His deep voice spoke with confidence, not breaking his stare, watching me think, waiting for me to accidentally meet his eyes again.
I didn’t think farther than some outside yard work, planning to suffer through the sun that never agreed with my skin… But I guess going into his house won’t be an issue. He seemed like a nice person from the way he answered.
“Uhm. Yes, yea Sir. I can do that for you. Uhm, when?… uh-” My voice trailed off.
“-You could do it this evening if you need the money today. What do you need it for?”
“Uhm, I just… need it for uhm school lunches. The free food they serve isn’t, uh- that good…”
“Hmm. How old are you? If you don’t mind me asking.”
“Uh. I’m 18.”
“…”
“I uhm- I’m still in school because I use to do homeschool… My dad thought I was too ‘sheltered’ or something… so uh… I just started… public-…uh.”
I strained from the awkwardness of me tripping over my words. ‘Gosh I sound so stupid’. I thought to myself.
“Uh huh… Well, my house is right over there, (points) so if you want to get a head start, the door is already unlocked. I got to go deposit some mail at a collection box. I trust you.”
His self-assured smile and wink were persuading enough for me to reply a quiet “Ok.” I didn’t look the type to steal or even hurt a fly at that. I made my way to his front door. Sure enough, it was unlocked as I carefully made my way further.
It was carpeted except for the kitchen tile, but the house looked relatively spotless and clean. It was a peaceful vibe I thought. I just looked around for a few minutes before I heard the front door click, making me jump.
“Welcome. Make yourself at home. The vacuum is right in this closet here. Oh wait, can you go take your shoes off at the front door bud?”
“Ah- uhm, sorry!”
I hurried off the carpet, practically tripping over my feet.
His heavy footsteps echoed through the small hallway as he passed me. It connected the foyer to the stairs and the rest of the first floor. There was a small door where he pulled out his upright vacuum cleaner like it weighed nothing and handed it next to me.
“Whichever you’d like to start with first, It’s up to you. But I’ll be in the living room in the meantime.”
My quiet demeaner was enough approval for him to leave me to my options. I heard the TV turn on the news and quickly made up my mind. I started with the dishes. I was the perfect person to do them I suppose. My hands were slender and thin. They could fit into the smallest of cups. There weren’t many dishes, but it was challenging not to get my school uniform shirt soaked as my arms curved over the edge of the counter and into the sink.
I had to get on my toes to turn the sink on and then off when I was done. I turned around with him turning in my direction seeing my mess. I was so embarrassed as I looked down at the floor. My white dress shirt was see-through now, exposing my nips that were hard from the cold material.
“That’s ok boy. Get a hand towel and you can take your shirt off, it’s fine.”
He was hasty with his last suggestion. Even though I was in a stranger’s house, I hesitated but then pealed it off to not object to his advice. My cheeks were growing a little red from the situation.
I dried up the best I could and awkwardly started the vacuum. I made my way to him in the living room and began running it along the carpet. Some places caused me to bend low with my butt facing him. My rushing thoughts struggled from the sounds of the vacuum as I noticed how I was positioned in front of him and sped up in those spots. It took me about 20 minutes before I was done. My cheeks were hot as I awaited payment in front of him.
“Oh, you’re done already?” He was quite focused on the tv that he hadn’t noticed.
“Yea…” I said passively.
“Alright. Here you go, boy.”
He handed me the bill, not reaching out too far to me. It was noticeably close to his nether region. I pretended like my eyes were on the bill, but I couldn’t help but stare at his pants and his large lump-like tube that strained against the fabric. I didn’t notice until I heard his voice, but my hand was grasping the money but not taking it out of his hand.
“If you’d like more money, you can come tomorrow. I got some laundry and more vacuuming you can do for me. I’ll pay you another 20.
I took the bill and quickly shifted my eyes to meet his again. I was like a deer in headlights as his question replayed in my head. My mouth was slightly agape as I nodded. I finally replied.
“Y-yes Sir… Uhm yea I can come by tomorrow. I’ll see you… tomorr-ow.”
My voice cracked. I felt my whole face was hot by now as I stood still before his bright grin.
“You can just let yourself out. Thank you for your help.”
He waved his hand and I turned for the door. I exited the house swiftly and put my wet shirt back on. My hands grazed my pants while I did, and I noticed my hard on. I practically raced back to the house. ‘Despite that last interaction, that was easy money.’ I thought to myself.
The rest of the day I met with my parents and talked about school life, played some video games and had dinner. I showered and brushed my teeth before I went to bed. That night I was jacking off while looking through the pages of a porn magazine I stole.
My mom was, some would say, a helicopter parent. She had an app that could see my browsing on all my devices, so any real privacy I desired wouldn’t be from a screen.
Sure, I could find a way to use another device, but the good nature instilled in me listened to my mom. The magazine was as daring as I got though, and contently, as good as it gets. The scenes I looked over were all vanilla positions of man and woman. The wildest thing on there was one with one woman and 2 men with her.
The image of the stranger’s pants appeared into my mind once or twice, but I focused on the girl. My young body never lasted longer than 2 minutes. My penis was comparably as long as my endurance, with it being about 3.5 inches fully erect. My balls were below average as well.
As I clean myself up with a towel, I graze my pelvis to still find barely any more pubes than the night before. I’ve been self-conscious of my late blooming lately. I didn’t worry as much when I was younger, but now that I had turned 18 a couple months ago, my concern has been growing.
Routinely, I exchange those thoughts with different ones, and went to sleep peacefully.
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The following morning was practiced in my usual routine, except for the money I had now for a real lunch. It brightened my mood for the rest of the afternoon.
On the way home I was looking around to pass the time, before I saw that house. My memory came back to me, and I went up to the front door awkwardly. I didn’t have to wait more than a minute before the man opened the door, towering over me. He had a demanding presence, contrary to his delightedness.
“Well, hello! Come in, boy.”
He stepped aside with one hand gesturing in and the other covering my entire shoulder with a heavy hand.
“Hi Sir…” I said swallowing.
I peered up at him momentarily, then slowly went inside. Straight to business, he walked me to the laundry room where there was a big pile of already washed clothes that went up above my knees. I was speechless as he patted my back that almost took the wind out of me. I could’ve sworn I didn’t see any dirty laundry anywhere yesterday.
“You can start with these. All you need to do is put them in the dryer. They’ll all fit in one load; I have a big dryer as you can see. After that you can take the vacuum upstairs to my room, it’s not hard to find. Just take a left when you get up the stairs… I’ll see you then.”
He gave me a second as I responded with a “Ok Sir…” He walked towards the stairs with a satisfied chuckle, then disappeared up them.
It took me over half an hour to get done and in the midst, I noticed I missed a pair of jeans by the door. I finished up with me building up a sweat at the end. I couldn’t tell if it was sweat or the water but nonetheless my shorts and shirt were drenched. I stared at the vacuum in frustration knowing I’d have to haul that heavy thing up a flight of stairs.
I finally reached the top like 10 minutes later and headed towards his room. I walked in hearing his phone playing some type of sports or something. A bunched-up white comforter at the end of his queen-sized bed blocked most of his body from my view when I was looking at him from the doorway.
I didn’t want to bother him with a greeting, so I peered around his room while walking in with the vacuum in tow.
His bedroom was quite big. It had a walk-in bathroom and the whole space had vinyl wood flooring. I noticed a big mirror over his dresser facing the bed and artwork beside it on the wall. I made my way to his window, looking out of it for a minute. I shook sharply as he started speaking out of the blue.
“Hey boy… Oh you’re all wet. You look like you’re cold too. Here, how about you take off your shirt and pants and I’ll give you the shirt I’m wearing. I would give you my jeans too if I had any on, but all my clothes are in the dryer now.”
I was confused about what he said when I turned from the window to look at him and froze wide-eyed. Sure enough, he was just in his underwear and a shirt. My eyes stared straight at his pelvis for probably a little too long before looking in his eyes. My mouth went dry seeing him basically naked in his bed.
“N-No Sir. I’ll just uhm, I don’t know. I can just walk home and uhm… Come back-”
My panicked response was outshined by his concern that kind of sounded rehearsed.
I hastily went to the door but stopped from his words when he sat up.
“Nonsense! I insist, take my shirt. You can change out there if it makes you more comfortable.”
He took off his shirt in a quick motion before I could protest and got up from the bed. I noticed his manhood jiggle a little making me blush like crazy. He put his t-shirt into my hand and patted my arm, gesturing at the door.
The way his shadow engulfed my pale skin made my mind blank out for a moment. I couldn’t form a complete sentence as I stood there for a second like I was lost and asking a stranger for help. ‘Change?’ I repeated in my head.
I stepped out of the room steadily, still kind of shocked. I took off my shirt and pants slowly, leaving me in my underwear and socks, then put on his shirt. I stalled, but felt it was rude to not take his kindness. It had cologne and a deeper musky smell to it. It was really warm too as I hugged it to my body smiling a little. It was way oversized though and drooped over my body going 2 inches above my knees.
I stepped back in shyly where he was back in his bed. My cheeks felt red hot, and my hands closed and kept tightly by my sides. I froze there for a moment, taking quick glances at his confident eyes and then the vacuum. I moved for the vacuum and started it. He stayed in his bed on his phone.
Sometimes he eyed me down when I bent over to get spots under his dresser and other places. His shirt was comforting and still nice and warm on my smooth hairless skin. My body made it look like a makeshift sundress the way it shaped around my hips, thighs, and butt.
I tried repositioning it, so I looked less feminine, but I didn’t want him to see my underwear, so I left it as is. It was pretty embarrassing, but I was probably overthinking.
I finished up in like 15 minutes and when I was done, he pulled out the bill and offered it almost against his thigh. I didn’t want to assume anything but was still so nervous. I assumed his arm was probably hurt or something. I took it quicker this time but still saw his long bulge, arcing around his thigh before averting my eyes and blushing. He chuckled but I had no clue what was funny, so I ignored it.
He offered me another day to come back for another $20. He didn’t know what, but he would find something for me to do if I showed up tomorrow though. I accepted unassumingly and headed out.
He guided me to the door this time, with his hand around my back. The bottom of my neck was close to his belly button region. I was able to sneak a glance at his strained underwear again, but realistically, I was gawking at it.
I studied the way the end of his penis made an even larger dent and how the shaft curved around his pelvis where it was pointed right at me. It looked so soft… and so close to me that I could touch it with my elbow. The width of it looked to be about 5 inches and the length closer to 6 inches, and he wasn’t even erect. I’m not into guys at all though. I justified my looking was just in admiration.
His arm let off me as I went past the doorframe with me forcing my eyes off his underwear to see him eye to eye. He always seemed to be smiling, I guess. My hands were fidgeting again for a few seconds as I lowered my eyes left and right. I was too shy to keep long-term eye contact, especially with his strict but calm manner.
We agreed again for tomorrow, but he didn’t leave any room for me to ask if he wanted his shirt back before saying goodbye and closing the door on me. I stood there for a moment before walking home.
The rest of the night blended like yesterday except sneaking past my parents to my room. I left his shirt hung over my gaming chair. About an hour later I went to bed. My easily influenced mind got curious, and I flipped through the pages.
My mind subconsciously focused on sizes closest to my adult friend, but few got close to his length and girth even though I only saw him soft through his underwear.
I still focused on the girl, chalking it up to me wanting to do that to her, but every time I closed my eyes, I could see that same big bump. I accidently orgasmed to when I remembered being close to him and his… -with his arm around me, leading me to the door.
The post-nut-clarity made me feel ashamed what I jacked to, but I quickly fell asleep after I cleaned up my biggest orgasm yet.
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Halfway through the school day I was in a class just thinking about the last few days. I couldn’t get that man’s penis out of my mind. Almost anything reminded me of it. Brooms, water bottles, energy drinks, etc. I couldn’t help but wonder what it looked like without the underwear.
I quickly caught myself and changed my thoughts. I’m not about to be daydreaming about someone’s dick. That’s so gay. I only knew that word as an insult among my classmates. I figured it had something to do with guys liking guys and that was bad.
Later in the day I was at lunch and recounted my money. I have $30 now from the 2 times I bought lunch. I promised myself just 2 more times to work for him and then I’ll find another way of earning money.
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I’m walking home with a newfound can-do-attitude to get this over with as early as possible. I paced quickly to his house and got to his front door and knocked. Almost all my confidence drained away while waiting for him to answer and by the time he did, I was the same mousy boy.
He welcomed me in and sat me down in the living room where we talked for a couple minutes. He seemed interested in getting to know me. I was slacked into the couch next to him lost in our conversation about video games and school when he asked if I could join him up to his bedroom.
I couldn’t think of a reason why not, so I followed him upstairs. I was still rambling on about school politics when we got to his room. I sat at the end of his bed while he sat next to me. His cologne was stronger now that we were right next to each other.
“I like having you around, bud. It gets lonely here all by myself… I got no wife or girlfriend to love or… please me… You would understand that… right?”
The words ‘please me’ caught my attention.
“What was your girlfriend’s name again?” He added.
“I don’t uh… have a girlfriend…” I coughed.
“Interesting…”
“…”
“I was wondering, if I could pay you the $20 today, if you make me feel good. It’ll only take a few minutes and then we’ll be done, and you can head home. No big deal.”
He spoke like he was asking me for the time. I was quiet for a minute trying to digest what he just asked of me.
“Uhmm… So-…… so you w-want me to touch you… For the $20?.”
He rested his palm on my thigh now, noticing that I was uneasy. It was helped by his intimidating composure.
“Yes, dude… We’ve been friends for about a week now… Good friends! Don’t you think?”
“…I uhm, I guess… But I’m n-not gay though, so I uh, I can’t do that… sorry… Sir.”
I hoped my weak rejection would be enough to redirect the conversation until he countered it.
“It won’t be gay at all! You’re just doing a job for me. Same as vacuuming… Except instead of the vacuum handle, you’ll be holding something else… It’s simple. Just don’t think about it too hard, boy… Besides, I’ve already seen you stare at it a bunch of times.”
I blushed crimson, turning my head away from him. He made a low chuckle.
‘Fuck. Well as long as it’s not gay I guess; I have nothing to worry about… It’s just a job. It’s just a job.’ I thought to myself. We sat there, side by side, as he gave me time to think for a minute. The deafening silence was eating me away as I hurried with an answer.
“Uhm… Alright. You promise it’s not gay?”
“I promise.”
“…”
“Uhm… o-ok… I’ll do it then…”
He didn’t say anything else. He pushed himself back to the middle of the bed and layed on his back. He didn’t move further after resting his hands on his chest. He waited for me to make my move next.
I paused for a minute, thinking this was going a little fast, but I wiggled up to him and with clammy hands, I slowly went for the waistband of his shorts, pulling away. His natural musky scent invaded my nostrils almost hypnotizing me. I reasoned with myself that we were friends now and that this wasn’t anything serious.
I still contemplated declining until I saw the same bulge I always saw, but the only thing stopping me from seeing it fully now… was myself. I hesitated a moment as I hooked my small fingers around his underwear, looking toward him for approval or even guidance, but he just gave me a nod.
I finally pulled it down reluctantly. I had trouble pulling as his large flaccid penis was in the way of the elastic band. In one quick motion, his last layer of material yanked down, with his member flopping out onto my hand. I jumped back in reflex with a loud gasp, pulling away my hands as I saw it in all its glory now.
It was huge, a little darker than his skin, and uncut. The mushroom at the top was a little paler and covered by some foreskin, it was wider than the shaft like I thought. His shaft was meaty and had protruding veins all around it. The root of his manhood had thick hairy pubes all over. His balls were massive, hairless, and sagged low. Each testicle would be a handful for me… they almost looked the size of small plums.
I took his length tentatively in one hand, but struggled to lift it, so I stood it up with two. I heard his deep groan as I wrapped my fingers around it. It was heavier than I thought as I tried to keep it balanced upright. It was so soft, and hot to the touch. It throbbed to the beat of his heart as I kept my hands motionless… Just staring at it.
He stayed patient as I glanced up to him, worried if I should stop, but he just looked up at the ceiling, letting me take my time. My heart felt like it was in my throat, I was so nervous. The only sounds in the room were his calm heavy breathing and my heartbeat in my ears. I pulled back gradually on his big rod and revealed the rest of his head from his foreskin. This caused another groan to come from his mouth, making me get goosebumps and my face turn red.
I felt it starting to get girthier as I kept a good grip on it. The more it grew, the less my fingers could wrap around it until he got fully erect in the same minute. His penis stood on its own at probably 8 inches tall now and 7 inches wide. I tried squeezing to get a full grip on his pole, but to no avail. His dick was too fat for my tiny fingers.
It took me a while to get the best hold I could as I started working my hands up and down his length. He started groaning more often now, sometimes making me shiver as I glanced up to his face. He looked like he was in heaven.
My thought process got lost as I stroked him for probably 20 minutes before I heard a long deep groan from him. I didn’t register quick enough what that meant before I felt a huge rope of seamen fly into my face, and then another glob before I aimed it lower in panic. He shot another 6 ropes onto my shirt before leaking onto my hands. I was in shock from how much he came and that some of it was on my face.
We were both breathing quickly now, lost in the moment. I continued a little longer, kneading the rest out of him with a few more tugs to see if there was any more. I finally let go to inspect my gooey hands. They were covered in slime, front and back. I got up awkwardly to go to the bathroom.
He met me in there with his flaccid cock still hanging about. I could see it through the mirror and couldn’t take my eyes off it as I washed my hands. The way it glistened while a string of his slime was hanging off was captivating. He made a satisfied hum before hugging me while he was behind me.
He offered me a $10 tip if I left the cum on my face for tonight. It felt more like a demand, so I agreed without complaint with a faint, “Yes Sir.” He inspected my face as he caressed my body. I could feel his dick rub against my back, giving me goosebumps. He bent lower into me, making my back arch a little into his groin.
“Good boy. You did a great job.”
He whispered in my ear making my stomach flutter. He gave me a slow, wet kiss on the cheek. The sound of it pierced throughout the room. He squeezed my butt as I put my head down in embarrassment, I couldn’t believe I was blushing. He left me there as he exited the room. I’m glad he didn’t kiss me on the mouth, but that was probably because of the cum that dripped down onto my lips.
I stuck my tongue out and got curious. I licked a good amount off the top of my lips and tasted it. It was gooey and salty, but savory in a way. There was plenty more on my face. The two ropes cascaded down and covered both my cheeks making them shine. It felt like my face was covered but I didn’t want to disobey him, so I left it alone.
I stepped steadily downstairs where he walked up to me, putting his arm around me and holding me close, He led me out again. I didn’t look down there like last time, but I could feel his penis against my arm now. I soothed my guilty consciousness as we walked slowly. What I did was just a one-time thing and tomorrow would be the last day I would clean for him. I faced him as he said goodbye while shuffling my hair. My face became flush for a moment as I held my head low.
“Can you do that for me again tomorrow, best friend?”
His mischievous smile made my heart sink as I realized he wanted me to touch him again. I looked down to see his hanging cock throb a little on its own, making my chest tingle a little. He still didn’t bother to pull up his underwear, but it looked like he pushed his hips toward me like he was offering it to my innocent eyes. I really couldn’t help but look at it. My mouth felt dry as I looked back up to him to decline his job.
“Uhm… I guess I can come back a-a-again… tomorrow… but just o-one more time… and then I won’t do it again.”
Gosh. I couldn’t muster up the courage to say no to him. His dominant stance over me wouldn’t allow it. I took glances between his eyes and his dick. I was nervously shifting my slacked posture as he grinned with a satisfied mumble.
For I don’t know how long, he just stood there with the door open. I tried my best, but it was like it had its own gravitational field on me. He lifted up and down, lightly bouncing it. He was just toying with me at this point, coaxing me to come back. My mouth was salivating so much, and in between my goggling, I was drooling a little.
“See you tomorrow, boy. You should take care of that.”
He winked at me before shutting the door. I felt like I was stuck there as I composed myself. ‘Best friend… huh…’ I thought to myself. I noticed my small raging erection poking from my pants. I wondered how long it’s been like that without me noticing.
I arrived home where I couldn’t avoid my parents. The cum on my face had dried up by now and wasn’t noticeable but I could still feel it on me. I had my hands over my chest, but my mom noticed pointing out that I had milk on my shirt. I laughed nervously going along with it.
I couldn’t really walk away because they kept shooting questions at me about school and the weekend vacation they reminded me of this weekend. It was Friday night already and I completely forgot. The only thing I thought about that night was that I wouldn’t be showing up to my adult friend’s house tomorrow even though I said I would.
That night when my parents finally let me go, I showered vigorously at my face to get his stuff off me. I played some video games but was eager to go to bed and jerk off, so I got off early. I opened my eyes in frustration. I wasn’t getting the pleasure I usually do. Looking around the room, I saw his T-shirt… I got up and grabbed it. I restarted and instantly got hard. The sensation of that familiar cologne was intoxicating.
‘It was just the nice smell of it that enhanced my experience… that’s all’ I pondered.
I finished quickly, having another amazing orgasm but the sperm I produced was a fraction of the amount he made. The wetness on my hand was too familiar. I wiped it off anxiously and had trouble sleeping.
I could bore you with the details of the vacation, but we just went to a hotel resort, nothing crazy. Although basically the entire weekend I was sexually frustrated, not being able to climax at all. I didn’t bring the T-shirt, in fear of questions if it was found, so I was stranded here for 2 days.
We left our hotel on Sunday night and once we got home around 11PM, I went straight to my room with my bags. I hurried for the shirt and started smelling it aggressively. The smell got me easily hard, and I came in under a minute. I wanted round two, but I was so tired that I passed out while cleaning myself.