Damian turned around to face him. “Or, if you’re older, you just take a pill and get hard for me. Think I won’t want you inside me in fifty years’ time?”
“Hmmm. Good point.” Kissing him again, he asked, “Are you sure you’re up for going out tonight, gorgeous?”
Damian smiled. “I unloaded quite a bit earlier. I’ve been carrying that around on my shoulders for a while. I feel better, Stevie. I truly do. Thank you for being there for me.”
“Want to shower together?”
“Only if we can blow each other to orgasm at the same time.”
“I’m going to suck your balls empty, boy,” Stevie growled, earning a giggle from the cute boy in his arms.
After blowing each other, naturally swallowing the load, before washing each other down, they dressed casually as they would be meeting their new friends at a bar that was LGBTQ friendly but wasn’t an actual gay bar. Heading downstairs, Jim had offered to drive them there, giving them the once over. “Yep, you definitely look like a young gay couple.”
“Um, thanks?” Steven retorted, laughing away, feeling Damian hold his hand, linking their fingers together.
“I’m just saying you’re a pair of young boyish looking men who are quite obviously in love. Add to that you’re just so fucking cute.” Both of them blushed as always. “Ready to go?”
“Yeah.”
On the way, Jim told them as always that, if there was any trouble, they were to call him immediately, and they’d all come running to help out. Steven assured them that they would be fine, as they’d visited the bar they were meeting more than once, but they’d call straight away if they were worried about anything. Jim smiled, insisting it was only because they all cared.
Heading into the bar, there were the usual stools at the bar, tables with chairs, but also a few half booths with regular chairs. Buying them a drink each, they took a seat at one of the tables, sitting side by side, watching the lone entrance. Their first visitor arrived a couple of minutes early. Steven and Damian got to their feet.
“Holy shit, he’s fucking gorgeous, Stevie,” Damian whispered.
Walking towards them was a young man who was almost a mirror image of themselves. Probably as tall as Damian, who was an inch shorter than Steven. Light brown hair. Blue eyes. Slim and pale. That boyish quality they had. “They’re going to fucking love him at the house,” Steven added softly.
He noticed them and smiled shyly, approaching somewhat cautiously. Steven and Damian approached him in return. “Andrew?” Steven asked.
“Hi, I’m Andy,” Andrew replied quietly, “Are you Steven?”
“I am, and this is Damian. Lovely to meet you.”
Offering his hand, Andrew took it, no surprise he had soft hands. Leaning forward, Steven kissed his cheek, watching the young man blush. Damian shook his head, kissed his other cheek. “Lovely to meet you too,” Damian added.
“Get you a drink?” Steven asked.
“Oh, I can…”
“No, you’re our guest this evening. Please, what would you like?”
“A glass of white wine, a Riesling if they have it, if you don’t mind.”
“Not at all. Take a seat with Damian, I’ll be right back.”
Approaching the bar, the bartender knew Steven and Damian by site now. He smirked as he poured the wine. “A new friend, Steven?”
“Maybe. Only meeting him tonight.”
“I’m straight as can be, but even I can say he’s cute. Well, as cute as you two anyway.”
“Thanks. You think I’m cute?”
The bartender snorted before laughing. “Please, like you don’t know the answer to that question. Stop fishing for compliments, though buy more drinks, and each drink will get you one. I’m confident in my sexuality to know a cute guy when I see him.”
While Steven was at the bar, their other guest walked through the door. He stopped and looked around. He was almost a carbon copy of Damian, which is why they’d picked him. He noticed Steven immediately, walking towards him slowly. “Are you Steven?”
“That’s me. You’re Oliver?”
“I am. I do like being called Ollie.”
“Whatever you like is fine with me. I’m getting drinks. What would you like?”
“Vodka and cola, if that’s okay.”
“Just fine.” Steven made the order before adding, “Damian and Andy are at the table over there. Can’t miss them. But if you can wait a moment…” He offered his hand. Again, a soft hand grasped his, leaning down to kiss his cheek. “Glad you could come tonight, Ollie.”
“Me too. I don’t get out much.”
Paying for the two drinks, he escorted Ollie to the table, introducing him to Damian and Andy, before they sat down. They made small talk for a while as they sipped at their drinks. Though talking on the phone and constant messaging had been informative, meeting up and getting to know each other in person was always much better.
Steven thought the pair were utterly gorgeous. He knew Damian was thinking the same thing from a simple look in the eyes. Steven felt himself getting turned on, taking Damian’s wrist and placing his hand over his cock. Damian squeezed it immediately. Their two guests realised.
“Are you hard?” Andy whispered. Steven smiled and nodded. “Because of us?”
“I’m hard for you too,” Damian added quietly.
Oliver sighed. “Thank god I’m not the only one then.” They all looked at Andy, who blushed but nodded, causing the four of them to chuckle. “Stevie, you asked us here for a specific reason about being a house boy. Can you describe it?”
Steven finished his drink, suggesting everyone needed a new one, before he explained it. Offering his hand to Oliver, he escorted the young man to the bar. He knew he was younger than himself, barely a month past eighteen. Ensuring Ollie was in front of him, Steven pressed his body against him as they waited for the bartender. Oliver released a soft moan.
“I can feel you,” he whispered.
“You like it?” Oliver didn’t trust his voice, relying on a nod. “I’m assuming you met with us because you found us cute too?”
“Definitely.”
Steven ran his hand down his slim chest to his crotch, gently caressing the obvious tent in his trousers. “Oh god,” the younger man moaned. When Steven lowered his lips to his neck, he was fairly sure Ollie was going to cum immediately. “Oh god,” he whimpered.
Glancing back at the table, Damian glanced at him and winked. Andy had turned to watch and it was obvious he was turned on too. The bartender took their order, Steven continuing to tease his new friend, ensuring his hand was hidden from everyone. “Can’t wait to get you back home tonight,” he whispered. That wasn’t actually the plan, but he did wonder…
Grabbing their tray of drinks, he stepped back from Oliver, the young man adjusting himself before they walked back to the table. Passing out their drinks, he looked at Andrew and winked. “I’m so turned on,” Oliver said softly, definitely blushing, “But it was fun being felt up so publicly.”
“Damian and I chose you because you’re cute and, well, remind us of ourselves. Now, back to your question about being a house boy. It’s all rather simple.” For the next ten or so minutes, he explained what they’d be agreeing to. Damian had signed almost the same contract Steven had when he’d moved in, the only difference being that it stated he was in a relationship with Steven, and that both boys could break their contract if giving a reasonable warning.