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"Mathew?" "Yes, Sir."
"Good, come on in."
I knew his name was Mr. Stallard, but thought it best to keep calling him Sir. These boss types always seemed to appreciate it. His casual wear looked like something I would wear to a fancy dinner. He was in a clean shirt and dress pants. He held himself like a person who knew what they wanted. He reminded me of a manager, or possibly even a CEO. He had an air of experience or authority about him, and his generous home showed no signs of modesty. It was massive, with all the mod cons and all of the finest furniture and trimmings. He led me through his double-story house into his office, which on its own was nearly as big as my whole house. Books lined two of the four walls, leading out towards a large window which looked across to a meticulously kept garden. We sat opposite one another, as he took a single sheet of paper from his desk, which I recognised to be my resume.
"Make yourself comfortable, Matthew, and thank you for applying." he said, gesturing me towards a seat.
"Thank you for seeing me, Sir. I appreciate that I don't have a lot of experience, but I really want to break into a new mould in my life. Try something new. And this opportunity, I am sure, would be great for both of us."
"It says here that you are 41?" He asked, pretty much ignoring what I just said.
"Yes sir. I've always looked a little young for my age, but I assure you, it's what my driver's licence says too."
"You must have good genes then. It says you were a building maintenance worker. So, you're good with your hands then? "
"Yes, sir. Ten years."
"That will come in handy. What made you give that up and apply for something like this then? "
"Like I said, just looking for something new, sir. I always end up doing all the work back home for the wife and kids, so I figured I might as well get paid to do it for someone else as well! "
"Well, as you can see, I own a large house, so there will be plenty of work for you to do. I hope you won't get distracted cleaning your own home over cleaning mine. "
"No sir. I always strive to do my best, and this job would be no different. I want to please you. I want to do an awesome job for you. "
He glared at me, eyeing me up. Of all the jobs I had applied for, this was the one I most wanted. It wasn't the money I was interested in, though it rewarded more than most jobs like this. There was something else about it. The property was massive, and the application mentioned a uniform and a few more authoritarian words, which made me think there could be a little more to it.
"Good, because as you might have already noticed, I have very high standards. The place is to be spotless and everything in good repair. You will not be expected to cook, as I have a separate chef for that. Everything else would be yours to look after, as well as any other jobs I might find. I will be leaving a list for you on my organiser. Do you think you can manage that?"
"That should be no problem."
"There may be outside work as well; trimming, gardening, keeping everything up to scratch, as you can see it now. Everything should be kept tidy, especially in case I have guests. I don't have a lot of time for these kinds of menial jobs. Now, stand up for a moment. " I did as he asked, and he joined me, standing next to me looking up and down. It was only then that I noticed he was a fraction taller than me. He stood up straighter than me too. "Of course, you will be required to keep yourself clean as well. You can keep your facial hair as is, but you need to be combed and tidy at all times. "
"Thank you, sir."
"Raise your arms."
Okay, this was getting a little weirder, but I guess he had to be sure. I noticed he leaned in a little, sniffing, and I thanked my stars that I had taken an extra shower before coming over.
"I don't usually sweat too much, sir. I shower daily."
"Put your arms back down."
He pulled a measuring tape from his back pocket and began measuring me. He measured the length of my arms and their thickness. I stood as he measured my chest and my waist.
"Is this for the uniform I will be wearing, sir?" I asked, as he dropped down and started measuring my legs.
"It is," he replied, continuing his task, fitting me for whatever he had in mind. Measuring my inner thigh, I thought he might have been at least a little tactful when it came to one man touching another man's junk. But I was wrong. As he stretched the tape from the floor up to my privates, he had no hesitation in placing his hand right there, the back of his hand pressing firmly against my crotch.
"Sorry..." I muttered, though I was not sure what I was sorry about.
He didn't seem to care at all that he was feeling my manhood, keeping his hand there while he finished what he was doing. Naively, I still thought it was accidental, up until he turned his hand around and boldly groped me, feeling my whole package within my pants.
"What are you sorry about?" He asked, looking me dead in the eye as he appraised my size.
"My uh... penis sir. "
"Why? What's wrong with it?" He said, still kneading me inside my pants.
"Nothing. I just didn't think... Don't worry about it. "
"Does my touching you make you uncomfortable?" He asked, giving my manhood yet another firm squeeze.
"No, sir." I grunted. "I just wasn't expecting it."
"We're both men here, Matthew. You have a penis. I have a penis. They're nothing to be ashamed of. "
He finally let go of me, going back around to his desk again, pressing a buzzer located somewhere underneath. "Zen-I'll require a medium-large uniform. Bring it to the downstairs lobby, and place it on the floor outside my office. " I heard a voice on the other end confirm the size; it sounded like another younger man. "Take a seat again, Mathew."
"Who was that?"
"That is Zen, who is my chef. How long have you been married? "
"For five years, sir. And we have a beautiful daughter. "
"So you aren't a virgin then. Have you ever experimented with other men? "
"Um, no sir. I've only ever had a thing for the ladies. "
"Circumsized?"
"Hrmm?"
"Your penis. Are you circumcised or do you have a foreskin?"
"Oh, uh, I'm circumsized."
"Hrm, pity."
Obviously, the interview had taken quite a turn with these new questions. While I suspected Mr. Stallard could have been gay due to the lack of family photos around, I was beginning to grow a little more suspicious of this role. Fixing things, cleaning things, and taking care of a house come naturally to me, but what else did he have in mind here? Why these questions about my sexuality?
"Mr. Stallard, would you expect me to assist you with anything when you are around?" I asked delicately, not wanting to jeopardise my job if I had the wrong idea.
"I already told you Matthew, I don't have time for all the silly menial tasks of looking after a home. I will be working much of the time, and the times that I am here will be for rest and relaxation. "
I pondered his answer, still unclear, before hearing three knocks at the door. That must have been this Zen fellow with my uniform. I didn't see him, as he only left the items at the door, which Mr. Stallard promptly collected. He brought them back over to me before excusing himself once again while I got changed into them.
Alone now, I swallowed hard, looking at the bag. I wondered what it was. Something told me this was going to be no ordinary uniform. I put my hand inside and pulled out a jet-black T-shirt. Okay, this didn't look too bad so far. I stripped off my shirt and put it on, to find that it fit pretty snuggly. My body shape was apparent, though it seemed to accentuate my arms and chest. There was another garment in the bag as well, and I pulled it out--yep, I thought so. The second item was a dress of sorts, if you could call it that. It was more like a belt, being only 4 inches long and black with a white trim. The uniform he had given me was basically a maid's outfit, with bottoms that would barely cover anything. My asscheeks would be half out the bottom and I didn't want to think about how I would manage if I got an erection. Thank God I was wearing boxers today.
Could I really do this new job? Fixing things, cleaning things, and taking care of a house come naturally to me, but having to wear something like this? What else might I have to do? Would I be expected to do things with zen? Or Mr. Stallard? Would they do things to me? My mind went around and around. I had always been a little curious about my sexuality, so I wasn't put out by the idea, but, could I do that stuff while having a wife and kid back home?
Hearing Mr. Stallard's footsteps returning, I quickly took my trousers off and pulled the small dress thing up to my waist. Man, they were short. I shoved my casual clothes into the bag and sat back down before he got back.
"How does it fit?" He asked, coming back around to the front.
"The shirt is a little tight across my chest, and, I'm not sure about the bottoms?"
"The shirt looks fine, and as for the bottoms, that's because you're wearing them wrong. Your boxers are not part of the uniform; take them off."
"But sir, if I take off my boxers, I-"
"Matthew, one of the requirements for this role, which you would have seen, is obedience," Mr. Stallard said, interrupting me. "If you want this job, you are expected to do as you are told. Remove them. "
He had an air of superiority about him in that moment, of sternness. Of course, I knew I could get up and leave at any moment, but at the same time, I wanted to serve this man. I wanted to challenge myself, to do something new, and to please him. I dropped my shorts. As expected, the back of my ass was no longer covered, but I discovered that if I stood perfectly upright, only the bottoms of my ass cheeks hung out the back, though my penis, while soft in the moment, was at least covered.
"Good, now sit back down." He said, ushering back to the chair.
He had me cornered there. The goods were covered right now, but sitting down would give him a direct line of sight to my cock and balls. I clenched my fists and could feel my cheeks burning, both the ones on my face and my ass. I was about to expose myself to another man. My wife had seen my penis plenty of times, but this was somehow different. I slowly, awkwardly, and stiffly sat back down.
I considered crossing my legs for a moment, but remembered his comment about obedience. A cruel breeze blew straight up between my legs, at the same angle that I could see he was looking. He was looking dead at it, and I knew full well he would be looking at my flaccid cock and balls now on display. I kind of wish I had shaved down there today. I generally groom, or manscape, but there would have been a little
"Does Zen wear a uniform like this too, sir?" I asked, fidgeting at my newfound exposure.
"Similar. He wears a chef's apron. Nothing more. I am sure you will get to know him well. "
"So, I take it I got the job? Do I... meet your expectations down there?"
"I will take a closer look at your penis another day, but you are a man, I will give you that."
I was starting to feel like a yoyo, as he asked me to once again stand for him. This time he got me to stand and bend over against his desk while he checked my ass. He flipped the back of the outfit up, giving me full access to my butt. Then, placing a hand against the small of my back, he ran a finger down the middle of my buttcrack, all the way to my hole. I probed at it, then applied some pressure there, wiggling what felt like his thumb.
"Loosen your asshole. Relax. " He instructed. A sudden pang of discomfort told me he had inserted his finger up my anus, and was finger fucking me. "Have you ever shoved anything up your ass before?"
"No, sir."
"Has your wife ever licked your asshole?"
"No sir. She isn't interested in that. "
"Good. Your asshole is very tight. I like that. "
He drove his finger deep inside me, right up to the knuckle. I couldn't help but moan as he pushed in a second digit, testing the elasticity of my ring. Then, before I knew it, he withdrew from me again, getting on the floor behind me. I felt a little self-conscious as he spread my cheeks, no doubt now examining my asshole. Then a hand crept its way between my legs, grabbing my balls. At least his hand was warm.
"So, I am guessing you have never sucked another man's cock, Matthew?"
"No, sir."
"Kneel in front of me." Shit, shit, shit. I had hoped this wouldn't happen till at least another day. I got down on the floor in front of him, looking up as he towered above me. "I take it your wife has sucked your cock though?"
"Yes sir, on occasion." I saw the front of his pants twitch. My heart raced.
"Whether you get this job will depend on the next few minutes. Take out my cock. "
My hands were trembling. I tried to remember some of the tricks my wife did to me, which I liked. Perhaps Mr. Stallard could appreciate them too. My experience with other men's cocks was non-existent, so her methods on me were about all I had to go on if I was going to succeed.
I reached up and unzipped his fly, then decided it best to unbutton him as well. His pants fell away easily to reveal he was wearing silky boxer briefs underneath, which showed the shape of his penis. A light dusting of hair on his lower belly told me he didn't manscape in the same way as I did.
I swallowed. I was trying my best not to show any hesitancy to serve him, so pushing those thoughts aside, I took down his boxers too, his already semi hard cock dropping out. He was uncut, a foreskin covering his tip even in his partially aroused state. I felt myself already becoming more submissive to him; the size of his larger balls certainly helped with that feeling. His cock was like it demanded respect, his manly manly musk coming up to introduce itself as well, a mix of leather and possibly deodorant.
"You have a beautiful cock, sir." I said, hoping the compliment would score me points.
"Be creative. Make me feel good. "
For some reason, I felt my own loins starting to stir. He was certainly a man, and this was the closest I had ever been to another man's cock. I crooked my head, placing my lips against his balls, my face brushing against his penis. I could feel the oval orbs covered inside his wrinkled sack as I kissed them, the short hairs tickling my chin. I kissed the left one first, then the right, doing my best to worship my new employer's sperm factories. I looked up at him, and he was watching down at my every move. Then, taking a page from my wife's handbook, I dragged my tongue up the centre of his sack, feeling each of his balls on either side of my tongue. I felt him exhale above me as I continued upwards along the seam of his ballbag, up his shaft, feeling the ridges and the singular vein that ran along its length.
He was hard now, his forskin pulled back slightly, uncovering the slick wetness of his cock head. I pulled the skin further back, his copious precum keeping everything wet and slippery. I took the plunge, devouring his cock, possibly a little too quickly for what I was ready for. Eager to please, I ended up gagging, taking his cock out again.
"Sorry sir. "
"That's alright, you just took in more than you were ready for. Continue. "
I went back down on his cock again, this time being much more careful as I felt his penis enter my mouth. His manliness was overwhelming, I don't think I was like that down there. The salt from his cock and the scent of his balls smelled like Axe, and sweat. I felt his throbbing member glide over my tongue as I licked along its entire length. I certainly had a new found appreciation for what my wife did for me, and how much she appreciated the little manscaping I did as Mr. Stallard's sparse pubes prickled at my face.
"Suck my cock. No more licking, put it in your mouth and suck it properly. " He told me from above, as I felt him grow inside my mouth. "And hold my balls too. Carefully. "
I took the plunge again, though was careful not to take too much at once. I could feel the roundness of his knob bump against my inner cheek, the tangy sweetness of his precum washing in my mouth. He placed a hand against the back of my head. He didn't push me down, but I could feel I wasn't coming up again till my job was done. I sucked on his cock, knowing eventually I would be tasting his seed.
"Harder. Suck my cock harder. "
I did my best, I really did. But until you have used your throat muscles in a 'sucking' motion, you don't realise how little you use them. I sucked his cock in earnest, to the point where I thought I might even hurt him, but he just keeping me to tell me harder and harder.
"Zen, get in here and show Matthew how it's done. " I heard Mr Stallard as I continued to serve him, my mouth still full of cock. Before I knew it, I felt someone up beside me. It was Zen. I didn't really see much of him, as I couldn't turn my head, but he appeared younger than me from what little I did see. His mouth came over to mine, and while I continued to suck, Zen took in sirs balls, both of them in fact, and looked like he was tugging them. I felt Zen's breath mingling with mine, his more expert mouth pleasing Mr Stallard quickly as I began hearing him huffing and panting.
"Here it comes Mathew. One day you will be as good as Zen, but today you will taste the fruit of his labours. Don't swallow it just yet, hold my cum in your mouth. "
I warm gooey substance entered my mouth as I could feel ripples running down Mr Stallards cock. He dumped his load in my mouth. There seemed like there was a ton of it, its bland but salty taste running between my teeth and puddling against my tongue. There was enough of it that I could feel it weighing there against me, I looked up at Mr Stallard, feeling my eyes watering.
"Final task. This is Zen. Why don't you kiss him, and share some of my load with him. "
I turned to look at my work partner. Wow, Zen was stunning. He looked barely a day over 20, short dark hair covered his head and he was clean shaven. As Mr Stallard had mentioned he wore only a cooking apron, his bare torso slightly muscular, his brown round nipples looking inviting. Zen took charge, leaning in. I was about to kiss a man. His face was smooth, young enough to not really be capable of growing a beard yet. He pressed his soft lips against mine as we kissed, his mouth opening slightly, as did mine. I used my tongue to push sirs load across, tasting Zens mouth in the process. This was going to be a great new job.
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