Jack of all trades -- Chapter 1 -- KYLE.
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-Hey, Mr. Procter-Millard, what are you doing? Are you jerking yourself off?
-Sorry, Kyle, I thought you could not see me and I couldn't stop myself. I spend most of the day jacking off and you're such a sexy boy that I had to do it.
Kyle was then shirtless and with his head under the bed and I thought he could not see me. In the position he was I could glimpse part of his crack and that vision had made me so horny that I had to whip my dick out and masturbate looking at Kyle.
I'm Horace Procter-Millard and at 30 I can say I am rich. But nobody had given me anything. I mean I come from a poor family but I am proud to say I am a self-made man. When I finally dropped my studies, I started working as a waiter in a golf club. But soon later some rich men started to need me as a caddie. And my opinions to those rich men gave me a reputation of a man with a lot of common sense that helped improve everything on the golf links and shortly after that, my advice on everything became essential, for I soon started to play golf too and knew well how to improve everything and to cut the story short, I was raised and now I'm one of the golf club directors.
So far, I had been living in a modest flat in the town but now with my new position and the incoming wealth, I needed a new house. And close to the golf club in the middle of the country so I had no neighbours, I had bought a flourishing house, big but old, which needed a lot of repairs. It was a beautiful two-storey house and everything should be mended first. But the most urgent thing that the house required was the toilet. I needed a plumber cause it was clogged. And also one of the bedrooms of the first floor which I had chosen to be my bedroom had some roof leaks. If they weren't repaired soon, I could get wet when I went to bed, although now it was torrid summer and rain would be very unlikely now. Besides there were other bedrooms in the house.
The first thing I did when I bought the house was phoning a plumbing company and they put me in touch with Kyle Pennet. He came home at twelve a.m. that day. He could only be a couple of hours in my house cause he had some more business that day to which he had been called. Other days he could stay longer. When I asked him, he told me he was 25. And what a sexy boy he was! He was clean-shaven but cuter than many of the boys I'd ever seen. His body was perfect for his age and due to the torrid day, he soon took his T-shirt off. I loved watching his naked chest when I was showing him round the house. I was surprised when he told me he could repair everything I told him that needed repairing and everything I mentioned, he told me he could do it. He could spend at least two weeks in my house but he could repair everything so I didn't need to call a carpenter, a painter and so on. I agreed with him first what I was gonna pay him and for what. It was obvious for me that Kyle was a jack of all trades, with no pejorative meaning in his case. In fact with him I'd be surprised if there were anything he couldn't do. I even had a grand piano which came with the house when I bought it. I couldn't play the piano, but as soon as he saw it, he told me he could also play it, and he would repair it. I casually told him that I had a problem with my car now and he offered to see it first. He was also a mechanic and he wanted to see it and repair it.
We went to the spacious garden, where I also wanted to plant some orange trees and of course he told me he would also do that. It was then that I showed him my car and in that moment he'd taken off his T-shirt. Indeed the day was unbearably hot. First he had been changing a wheel and later he looked at the motor and soon located what was wrong. The problem was in one of the brake shoes. He wasn't long repairing it but he was so hot as he worked on it, shirtless and increasingly greasier.
-It would be really dangerous to drive with a brake failure, Mr. Procter-Millard.
-You're right Kyle. Thank god you've noticed it and are repairing the brake now.
I was all the time hard watching him and never knew whether he had seen me. When he finished he told me that he could not stay long in my house and maybe the first thing he should do was improving the bed in the room I had chosen, so we went up the stairs, he continued shirtless, to that room, and soon he was with his head under the bed and was gonna repair a wobbly bed leg. He'd already brought the tools he would need for his woodwork. He had a mallet and he spent a good long while hammering the bed leg. He used glue on it. He told me he would sweep the shaving later. It was then that he took his head from under the bed and saw me wanking over the vision of his naked chest and what little I had glimpsed of his ass when he was kneeling, his hot body bent under the bed.
-Well, Mr. Procter-Millard. This is a weird situation and I don't know what to say. You're gay, isn't it?
-I'm gay, Kyle, oh shit, I will understand if you stop coming now after what you've seen me doing. I apologize.
-Well, if you like boys and you spend the whole day jacking off as you tell me, I can understand you've done what you've done and I'm not angry. I'll keep on coming; I need the money that you're gonna pay me. And what's more. If you like masturbating looking at me, you can continue, but it will be on two conditions that I'll tell you later. It's funny to work in a house where the owner is jacking off looking at you. It's even flattering. I don't know if any girl has ever masturbated thinking of me, but none has ever done it before me. I don't know whether I'm sexy.
-You're sexy as hell, Kyle. Since you don't seem to be angry at what I was doing, just let me tell you. I think you still have to discover how sexy you are. Ok, I'll go on masturbating since you allow me. I still haven't shot my load. Hope you're not shocked when you see me cumming. What are those two conditions you told me?
-Well, I will tell you as I have a look at your bedside table now. One of the drawers can't be easily opened and shut.
He started now with my bedside table. I was not paying attention to what he did, my eyes riveted to his naked chest, and me with my hand on my cock all the time, waiting for him to tell me what his conditions were.
-Well first, Mr. Procter-Millard, remember that you've already told me what you're gonna pay me and what for. I don't want to earn a single penny more for allowing you to wank looking at me. I'm just a worker who's hot for you and as I said before, this situation can be somehow funny for me, but I'm not a bitch. If you first understand this condition and accept it, I'll tell you now the other condition.
-I agree, Kyle. I won't pay you one more penny. What's the other condition?
-I'd like to know what your Christian name is, Sir.
-It's Horace.
-Well, I would like you to allow me to call you Horace and I wonder whether I could aspire to be your friend. That way it will be easy for me to see you constantly wanking over me. And believe me, you can follow me everywhere I go and do it over and over again.
-Of course you can call me by my name, Kyle, do it now.
-Horace, I think now we understand each other. Hope we can get to know each other better soon. I want to be your friend. You're doing nothing wrong.
-Kyle, do you really want to become the friend of a pervert boy who's masturbating looking at you and whose sincere desire is to spend all day and every day doing it now?
-I really want to be your friend, Horace. I've got some friends, but not too many and I would like to gain a new one. And the fact that you're gay and are masturbating looking at me won't stop me.
-Would you have a coffee with me later, Kyle?
-It won't be possible for me today, Horace, but tomorrow I can do it and get to know my new friend better. First let's shake hands, please.
We shook hands. Indeed after that first day Kyle Pennet and I started to be friends.
-The bedside table won't take long to be repaired. Hope you cum before I finish, for later I will leave you for today --he smiled as he said those words and I continued my masturbation.
He even started to check the drawers in my dressing table and I still hadn't cum. I was surprised when he asked me.
-Horace, please, since you're doing it and you can see I don't mind to see you happily at it --he smiled-, I'd like you to tell me what it is that you see in me.
-Will you not be offended if I told you, Kyle?
-I won't, please tell me.
-Well, to start with, you're really handsome. It's not often that I can see so much beauty in a face, but I'd spend hours masturbating just looking at your face.
-Thanks, anything else?
-You're totally sexy, Kyle; you have a body that won't quit but I think you still lack conviction about your own sex appeal. And something more, well, think of me now whatever you want, but I will tell you.
-That's what I want. Tell me, please.
-I love watching the gorgeousness of a hot boy's drops of sweat running down his hot chest. You even smell a bit of sweat and oh, how that turns me on.
-I have no bad opinion of you for having said that. Believe me if I tell you that you can always speak your mind with me.
-I wonder whether I could ask you something then.
-Tell me.
-Well, you're gonna work in this house for about fifteen days. I'd love to have you unwashed all that time. Such a hot guy as you sweating and smelling of sweat every day would be terrific.
-Well, if you really want me unwashed for fifteen days, I'd do it, but you must tell me, I mean, if my smell becomes unbearable, I'd better wash. What a hot experience --he looked at me with a bright face-. Coming to work in a house where the owner will be constantly wanking looking at you and being sweaty and smelly besides.
-So I'll tell you something more, since you want me to tell you. You're cute, you're sexy, you're sweaty, you smell wonderfully. All of this could only make me cum if I didn't know you. But you're hotter than all that once I'm starting to know you. You're totally open-minded. You have found yourself in the midst of what could have been an awful experience: watching a gay boy whacking off looking at you. But you're not shocked and even smile at me all the time and want to become my friend. Now I've said all this, I'm cumming, Kyle, hope you don't mind.
And I shot a huge amount of semen for I was burning for release. He was looking at me.
-I had to see you, so after now you can do it as often as you won't and you'll always see me calm and smiling as I am now, Horace. I've finished for today. Well, I still have to sweep the shaving, as I told you.
I could have done that at least, but he wanted to do everything. I had brought the garbage can to the bedroom and certainly now I saw him sweeping and throwing the shaving in. Then he told me.
-And now let's shake hands.
I approached my left hand, the one that had not been on my cock and we both shook hands.
-Perfect, Horace. I just wanna ask you something for tomorrow. You see? Tomorrow I may come at nine and of course you can spend the whole morning with the fun you've discovered today. And ok, I can have a coffee with you to get to know each other better. I like you Horace and I sincerely want to be a new friend for you.
-Good, but what do you wanna ask me, Kyle?
-The first thing I'll do tomorrow since I think it is the most urgent thing if you wanna sleep in your room...
-But I've got four rooms, Kyle, and even two bathrooms, so nothing is really urgent --I interrupted.
-I know but I wanna work on your roof first thing tomorrow. Of course you can masturbate as much as you want tomorrow too looking at me, but I will only ask you please not to do it as I'm on the roof. If I see you jacking off in that moment, I could get distracted and not pay attention to what I'm doing or something like that and I could fall from the roof. It's dangerous. So please you will wank all you want later, even when we have our coffee break, even in that moment, but not when I'm on the roof, please.
-I promise, Kyle. I'm so glad I have met today the hottest of boys.
-Let's shake hands again.
And we did. After that, he left, telling me again with a smile that he would come back at nine. That day of course I masturbated many times thinking of that wonderful and sexy boy, with some doubts that he would return tomorrow.
I was really anxious the next morning, waiting for him and not knowing whether he would come. But at five past nine, there he was ringing my bell and soon I let him in.
-Morning, Horace, my new friend.
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