I looked down at myself, feeling a strange combination of nervousness bordering on dread, also mingled with anticipation. “Right here?” I asked him.
“Follow me into the living room,” he said. While I did, I allowed myself to stare at his ass, which was honestly as close to perfect as I’d ever seen. My hands trembled with the sudden urge to grip those cheeks and squeeze them.
“Care for a drink?” Oliver called over his shoulder. “I want to make sure you stay hydrated.”
“I’m good right now, thanks.”
Once we were in the living room, I noticed a feather duster lying on the coffee table, and I figured that would be my first chore for the day. Oliver sat down in a chair, his legs spread a little. I stared at the ceiling, out the window, at the floor, anywhere but at his crotch.
“Let’s get to it then,” he said quietly, and I noticed that his eyes were bright as he waited.
I drew in another deep, steadying breath and let it out slowly before pulling my shirt over my head. Easy enough, I thought. When I glanced at Oliver, I found that he didn’t seem at all disappointed at what he saw. If anything, he looked even more eager.
I neatly folded my shirt and placed it on a nearby chair. Then I took off my sneakers and socks, my movements slow while I worked up the nerve to keep going. When I couldn’t put it off any longer, I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. After a moment’s hesitation, I quickly pulled them down along with my boxers. Once I’d stepped out of them, I focused my attention on folding the clothes and placing them on top of my shirt. Anything to keep from meeting Oliver’s stare.
“Caleb.” His voice was gentle when he said my name, and I had no choice but to look at him as I stood stark naked in his living room. I was a little taken aback by the heat in his stare. “That is a gorgeous cock,” he told me, and almost immediately my face flushed.
I felt my dick responding to his words, and I swallowed hard, willing myself not to get aroused. “Uh, thanks,” I said in a strained voice. Glancing down at myself, I tried to see my body from his perspective. My cock was over seven and a half inches long when I was fully erect, and I thought it had a nice girth to it as well.
Oliver seemed to agree, for his hand drifted to his own cock, and he began stroking it through his underwear. All the while his stare was fixed on my face, and he wore a lazy smile. I knew he wanted to get a reaction out of me, and as much as I tried to fight it, I couldn’t control my dick’s response.
His gaze dropped to my growing erection, and when he licked his lips at the sight, a shiver coursed through me. “You can begin dusting now,” he said.
I hurried to pick up the duster, for I was desperate to turn away from him. If that meant he got a good look at my ass while I leaned to dust the furniture, so be it.
As I worked, neither of us acknowledged the fact that I remained semi-erect. Though the room was still a comfortable temperature, I felt hot, and my mouth was dry. “I’ll take that water now, if you don’t mind,” I said to Oliver, keeping my stare on the end table I was dusting.
“Of course.” From the corner of my eye, I saw him climb to his feet and leave the room. As soon as I was alone, I closed my eyes and took several slow, calming breaths. Get yourself under control! I told myself. What the fuck is wrong with you?
Oliver returned with a large glass of ice water, and when he closed the distance between us to offer it to me, I gave him what I hoped was a confident smile. Somehow I managed to keep my stare from drifting downward over his body. “Thanks.” Lifting the glass to my lips, I took several swallows. Meanwhile, Oliver examined the table I’d just dusted, then nodded to let me know he found it acceptable.
After I placed my glass on the end table, careful to use a coaster, I couldn’t resist the urge to watch him as he went back to the chair. Instead of sitting down, he turned to me wearing a sly grin. “I’m going to take these off,” he said, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear. “They suddenly feel a little confining.”
I tried to act nonchalant, even giving him a shrug as I said, “It’s your house.” But I could already tell by the way his cock strained against the fabric of his boxer briefs that he was plenty aroused as well. I couldn’t tear my gaze away while he lowered his underwear.
A faint sigh escaped my lips when I saw his erection looming out from him. While he had plenty of chest hair, his pubes were closely trimmed. My knees buckled a little, as if I instinctively wanted to kneel and offer up my mouth to his cock. I guessed it was about seven inches long, and oh fuck, it was thick. Closing my eyes, I trembled while imagining how he would feel in my hand. I wanted to graze my fingertips along the length of his veiny shaft. I wanted to feel him pulse in my grasp.
“Caleb,” Oliver whispered, and I slowly opened my eyes to see him languidly stroking, obviously in no hurry. He let his head fall back a little, and the lust in his eyes made my dick, now fully hard, produce a large drop of pre-cum. When he cupped his balls, rolling them around in his palm, I quickly averted my stare, because I was dangerously close to losing control and doing something I might later regret.
“Come with me,” Oliver finally said, “and I’ll show you what I’d like you to do next.”
If he’d let me directly to his bedroom, I wouldn’t have uttered a word of protest. Again I had to stop myself from reaching out and grabbing his ass. Though I was beyond horny by this point, I was also struck by the surreal nature of the situation. Here I was walking around my neighbor’s house while we both had hard-ons, and yet Oliver still seemed to thoroughly enjoy the pretense of having me here to do housework.
His house was one level, but the rooms appeared to go on and on beyond us. It made my own house seem cramped, even tiny. He led me to the nearest bathroom and turned on the light. Like the rest of the house, it was spotless, but he retrieved a sponge and a bottle of all-purpose cleaner from the countertop and handed them to me. As we stood just inches apart, I looked down and saw that his dick was tantalizingly close to mine.
“There’s this one spot on the floor here that needs scrubbing,” Oliver said. “The cleaning service must have missed it.”
I stared at the area he gestured toward, and it appeared perfectly clean. By now I knew better than to point this out to him. Instead, I knelt down on the bathmat to keep my knees off the bare tile. The spot he told me to scrub was near the far wall of the bathroom, and I understood he wanted me facing away from him so he could get a clear view of my naked ass.
The menial chore he’d assigned me did nothing to dampen my arousal. As I started to scrub the already clean floor, my hard cock ached for attention. What I wouldn’t have given to have just a few minutes alone so I could jerk off! Right now I couldn’t think clearly while lust interfered with my ability to reason.
Oliver spoke from behind me, and I heard the grin in his voice. “I think you need to lean forward a little more, put some elbow grease into it,” he suggested.