“Likewise,” I responded, trying to muster up as much dignity as I could while my dick was straining against my jeans.
Once I was outside, I took off toward home with a steady stride. I didn’t consider the implications of what I’d just agreed to, and of what I would soon do. At that moment, I was so fucking horny that I felt a wild desperation to jerk off and make myself come hard. It was all I could think about.
Back inside my house, I grabbed my phone up from the living room table, then rushed to the bedroom. After I took off my shoes and socks, I hurried to strip from the waist down, my hands shaking a little as I worked at the button on my jeans. Once I’d pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it aside, I lay on the bed completely naked and quickly used my phone to search online for the porn scene I’d thought about while at Oliver’s house.
As soon as it began to play, I released a low moan, my stare riveted to the screen. The scene featured a muscular older man around Oliver’s age. He wore a suit, but his cock, fully erect and intimidatingly large, was free from his pants. The younger man kneeling before him eagerly took it in his mouth.
“Ah, such a good little cocksucker!” the man in the suit growled, and it was then that I began stroking my dick at a near frantic pace. I was producing plenty of pre-cum, and I used it to ease the friction of my rough grip. The sound of my heavy breathing and pleasured groans filled the room.
On the screen, the younger man took the older man’s cock deep in his throat, practically choking on it. When he finally pulled back, a string of saliva stretched from his lips to the tip of the pulsing, straining dick in front of his face.
I was close, so close, my balls tight and my body shuddering with the need to come. Yet I stopped stroking long enough to move the scene forward to the point when the younger man was naked and on his hands and knees, getting his ass railed by the man in the suit, who now had his pants down around his ankles. My cock twitched hard in my grasp, and I knew my own lust-filled expression mirrored those of the men on the screen. Listening to the sound of bodies slapping together, and to the younger man begging to be fucked harder, made my muscles tense just before I reached a fierce climax.
“Ah, fuck!” I cried out. Even as the first spurt of cum struck my belly, I kept jerking, coaxing forth more and more semen until I was covered with it. At that point, the sensation became too intense, and I released my cock, still breathing hard. I was sweating, my heart beating furiously in my chest.
After tossing my phone onto the bed, I got up and headed for the bathroom to clean myself up. I was still semi-erect, my cock slow to soften. While wiping the semen from my skin with a warm washcloth, I avoided looking at my reflection in the mirror.
Once I was dressed again, I went to the kitchen and took a can of cheap beer from the fridge. It wasn’t anything like the fancy stuff Oliver had offered me, but I eagerly drank it. I decided to have one more before I heated up some leftover spaghetti, which I ate in silence at my small kitchen table.
After I finished the simple meal, I washed my dishes at the sink, gazing out the window. The sky was growing darker outside, but I could still make out Oliver’s house.
I couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing at that moment. Was he entertaining himself with thoughts of having me at his beck and call tomorrow?
I drifted to the living room to watch a little TV, but nothing held my interest. I couldn’t stop thinking about Oliver, which I found more than a little exasperating. All I was going to do was walk around the guy’s house naked tomorrow while taking orders from him, and I would make a lot of money for indulging his dominant side. Getting that money would give me some much-needed breathing room to pay the bills while looking for another job.
Yet I replayed our conversation over and over in my my mind, almost teasing myself with the memory until I started to grow hard yet again. Swearing under my breath, I turned off the television and went to get ready for bed. Sure, it was only a few minutes after nine, but I had a big day tomorrow, I told myself. It wouldn’t hurt to turn in early.
***
The following morning, I was up at half past five, and as I prepared for the day ahead at Oliver’s house, I didn’t want to think too long about the extra time I took in getting ready. I certainly didn’t dwell on the fact that I gave extra attention to my back door while I showered. Afterward, I stood at the sink and shaved, then went about trimming my pubes, which had grown a little unruly.
Since I wouldn’t be staying dressed for long, I knew it didn’t much matter what I wore, so I selected my usual jeans and t-shirt. Though I already felt jittery, I allowed myself a cup of coffee, but I found I was too nervous to eat.
Just before I left, I brushed my teeth and then inspected my reflection in the mirror. My hazel eyes still appeared a little stunned at what I was about to do, and I knew I needed to work harder on keeping my expression impassive.
Most of all, I hoped that making myself come the evening before would prevent me from so easily getting a hard-on at Oliver’s house today. Yet I knew that was probably only wishful thinking, and I had no idea how I would explain having an erection while cleaning his house.
I finally headed out of my house at ten till seven, and I found that the morning was already growing warm as the sun rose higher in the sky. Though my pulse quickened as I drew closer to Oliver’s house, I strove to make my face unreadable. I didn’t want to appear flustered or easily caught off guard.
Standing on his porch, I took a deep breath before ringing the bell. Several moments later, he opened the door and offered me a smile. “Good morning, Caleb,” he said. “It’s great to see you again.”
As my stare swept over Oliver, I couldn’t stop my mouth from dropping open. So much for keeping my expression unreadable! I thought. But he had greeted me wearing only a pair of navy blue boxer briefs, and I immediately discovered that he was jacked, with sculpted muscles I could only dream of having. While I’d always been lean and strong, I lacked the dedication to commit much time to the gym. For a fleeting moment, I imagined running my hands over his hairy pecs and those washboard abs. And then even lower…
His underwear featured a prominent bulge, and I allowed myself to stare longer than I should have. Finally I managed to tell him good morning, and his smile only widened as he invited me in.
“You weren’t joking when you said you wouldn’t be wearing much today,” I remarked, my gaze wandering around the foyer while I tried not to sneak another glance at his body. If he expected my physique to look like his, I figured he was going to have some serious buyer’s remorse.
“No, and I wasn’t joking when I said you’d be wearing nothing at all,” Oliver replied, raising an eyebrow. “The day’s not too hot yet, but it’s still plenty warm enough for you to get out of those clothes.”