A gay sex story: Pleasure Manor Ch. 02
Almost four days had passed since he had accepted Mr Crowe’s job offer, but for Joshua time had flown. Keen to ignore the excitement growing in his gut, he had busied himself ever since he’d left Pleasure Manor with preparing for the move. He had handed in notice on the tiny apartment he’d been renting the very next morning, and Harry had offered to pay for the next month’s rent so that he could move in as soon as possible.
His few necessities– his school work, his books — had already been packed into three storage boxes, and his other belongings, including his bed and TV, had been sold at a garage sale two mornings previously. Now he slept on the sofa that had been in the apartment when he’d moved in. It hurt to realise that he was selling away his only recently found independence, until he realised the wholly different kind of independence he was about to receive — paying the rent and owning and stocking his own refrigerator was trivial.
Now he just had the last few of his clothes to pack in a suitcase before the apartment was no longer his home. Yesterday morning, all of his bags were packed, but in a moment of angst he had emptied his suitcase back into his wardrobe. Racked with apprehension and confusion, he spent the next few hours contemplating whether or not his plans were a good idea. He’d never felt any sexual attraction to men before his encounter with Harry, but now he couldn’t remember ever being as turned on as he was when he was with Harry.
He found himself fantasising about being with Harry again, what they’d do to each other, and he’d grow hard over the memories of Harry’s strong throat teasing his dick, Harry’s own thick cock lying on his leg, burning through his skin. And he’d shake the thoughts out of his head — did they make him gay? Was he gay? But in the end, after some time to calm down over a cold beer, the memory of Harry’s farewell, gently brushing Joshua’s lips with his own, his tongue caressing his own, that made Joshua repack his bags.
Every time these images rose in his brain, his cock began to stiffen in his pants, and he had to urge himself to think of something else — of what he was going to have for dinner that night, or when he was going to finish his essay — because he was keen to adhere to Harry’s final request.
“Don’t touch yourself over the next few days,” he had whispered to him, his warm breath tickling his ear, and with a playful squeeze of Joshua’s crotch, “I want you begging for it when you arrive.”
That night, the last night in his old apartment, he fell asleep on his mattress with a smile on his face and dreamt about the possibilities of tomorrow.
*
Unusually, it was Mr Crowe who opened the side door to Pleasure Manor early the next morning, wearing, once again, a white bathrobe. He smiled when he saw Joshua and his boxes of belongings, and gave him a warm hug.
“I wonder, do you live in that bathrobe?” Joshua asked jokingly. Harry laughed.
“I’ve been soaking up some sun in this heat,” he explained, and Joshua observed that he did look tanned, “I thought it more appropriate to answer the door with something on. You’ve got plenty of time to see me without this robe on,” he added with a wink, and Joshua felt his face redden slightly.
Leaving his luggage in the hall — Harry told him it could be moved later — Joshua was led through the marble-floored hall and up the grand stairs to the balcony above. The double-floored room was filled with light from the great glass ceiling-window above. On each side of the balcony, there was a smaller staircase leading up to different parts of the house, and a couple dark wooden to different rooms. The house was very symmetrical, but struck Joshua with an air of casual peacefulness. Harry led him up the smaller staircase to the left of the main one, and the phrase ‘west wing’ formed in his mind. The staircase led to another sunlit corridor, which branched to three wooden doors. Harry turned to the door on the left and opened it.
“Welcome to your new room.”
Compared to the apartment he’d just come from, the room was luxurious. It was beautiful by any stretch. A large, deep mahogany four poster bed sat in the middle of the sunny room, with deep red bedclothes and drapes hanging like curtains from each of the four corners. A matching red sofa rested next to a mahogany chest of drawers and bookshelf. Awestruck, Joshua moved further into the room and saw a door leading to a marble en-suite bathroom.
“Do you like it?” asked Harry with a grin. Joshua just nodded. “I like to think that everyone has their own, private room,” Harry continued, “where they can relax and be comfortable by themselves.”
French doors opened onto a balcony, which overlooked a familiar walled garden. Joshua realised that his room was above the living room where Harry had persuaded him to take up the job four days previously.
“Take a look around, settle in,” Harry told him, “take your time. Then pick out something from the bottom draw there,” he pointed at the chest of drawers, “and put it on. Come and find me downstairs, I’ll be waiting to show you around a bit, make you feel at home.” He smiled and left the room.
Deciding to freshen up, Joshua undressed, threw his clothes onto the bed and took a shower. After letting to steaming hot water run over his body for a few minutes, he stepped out of the shower and dried himself with a large white towel that was hanging on a bar next to the bath. He hung the towel back on the rail, and walked naked back into the bedroom.
Remembering Harry’s request, he opened the bottom door of the indicated chest of drawers. He couldn’t suppress a smile: the draw was filled with an assortment of underwear — thongs and g-strings, bikinis with cock pouches and revealing lace knickers. He frowned when he saw something that looked more like a tasselled belt than underwear. Rifling through the draw, he finally picked out a black lace thong. He put it on and stood in front of the mirror. The thong was perfect — the low-rise waistband emphasised the curves of his abs and the thin material clung to his cock, teasingly not-quite-revealing through the translucent lace. Turning around, he was pleased with the way the thin strip of material disappeared between his buttocks so that it seemed like his ass was bare. He was sure that Harry would be impressed.
Joshua made his way back down the staircase, and out onto the hall balcony, and continued down the main stairs. The hall’s marble floor was refreshingly cool beneath his bare feet. Oddly, he did not feel at all self-conscious about walking around in only a thong — it was comfortable in the oppressive heat, and he supposed that a well-hidden exhibitionist nature was slowly coming out of him. There was no one in the entrance hall, so, instinctively, he walked to the sitting room in which Harry had met him on his first visit.
The TV was on — an old black and white movie playing across the screen — but the two men sitting on the sofa didn’t look as if they were paying the film much attention. Joshua was only mildly surprised to see one of the men stroking the outline of a hard cock through the other man’s black bikini. When they noticed Joshua at the door, they turned their attention quickly to him, but there was no embarrassment on their faces.