I could hardly believe that a week had gone by. James seemed to improve each day, fine tuning his sensitivity to my every need. He mixed an admirable Martini, anticipating my exacting requirements. Life was easy; too easy, I sometimes wondered. I was always indolent, but now that laziness was flavored with self indulgence. My three meals a day were expertly prepared, and they consisted of my greatest food loves.
James had also relieved me of the endless paper work required to run a household. He obtained a authorization card from the bank that enabled him to sign checks for all those boring things, like electricity, gas and taxes. It was an endless vacation until
Until James asked me, in an innocent way, "Would it be possible sir to invite a few friends over on the Saturday night of the coming weekend? "
How could I refuse. I assumed they would exhibit the same fine behavior that James showed. How wrong I was. That Saturday evening signally the end of the idyllic life.
After dinner, as wonderful as ever, but one odd note, James was no longer wearing his valet outfit of somber black suit and white shirt and tie, covered by a stripped apron. No, he was dressed in khaki shorts, very short shorts and a sleeveless shirt I think they call a wife beater. While he was totally improper in dress, I could not help admire his sturdy, muscular legs decorated with curly, fuzzy blond hair that shone in the light of the dining room fixture. His arms was heavily muscled and his shoulders were broad and strong. I day dreamed how he must look totally naked.
When the coffee was ready, he surprisingly suggested, in a firm voice, "Hurry to your room Sir. I'll be up in a moment to serve you there."
"In my bedroom? Why?"
He took my hand in his large warm hand and rubbed it, almost caressed it, saying, "I need the time to prepare for my guests."
I shrugged and sat on a chair next to an end table in the room. Shortly afterward, he arrived with the coffee. "I also included a few of your favorite cookies."
To my everlasting shame I thanked him. Where he left, I thought, he is cheeky, I should have dressed him down, but the welling annoyance was replaced with mental pictures of his legs.
I finished my coffee and picked up a book I had started weeks ago. I soon became sleepy and my head sagged and the book dropped to the carpet. I must have dozed for a long time. I now heard sounds of music, not the classic kind that James put on the player, but raucous Negro music. I got up and opened my bedroom door. I stepped out into the hall. This hall circled the upstairs and one could see down into the reception hall and craning, into other rooms. I stepped back in shock. James and a girl were in plain view. James was naked, his strong arse in the air as his face was pushed into the girl's crotch. I could hear slurping noises over the sound of the music. Then a moment later a male, rather young, knelt down and completed the tableau by sticking out his tongue and actually licking James's arse crack. I could look no more. I turned to return to my room. As I did, I caught sight of James eyes, now opened wide in surprise as he saw me observing the scene.
I determined to dress him down in the morning and, if necessary, terminate his employment. Trying to fall asleep, I rehearsed the words I would use. But then doubts entered my mind. How bleak life would be without those delicious meals, and...I blushed slightly...those bath time massages and the bath itself. I would have to take over the bill paying and other odious tasks. I deceived I would chastise him and give one more chance.
During our last massage I had become more erected than previously. My penis was emitting a few dropped of fluid from excite. James saw the stain on the massage table sheet and remarked, "Dear Sir, if you become uncomfortable with your lovely erection, you need only ask for me to relieve you."
That was a further problem. The following night the same unbearable stiffness occurred and James leaned down to whisper in my ear, "Would you like that service now?"
I was red faced with embarrassment at the intimacy we had come to, but I whispered in a small voice, "Yes James, you may."
In a moment he reached down with his oiled hand and stroked my penis lightly. It was an exquisite feeling but he interrupted my malaise by asking questions. "Do you wish it firmer? Or faster? Are you nearly at your climax?"
Finally out of desperation for a release, I crankily and hoarsely cried out, "James, speak not, shag me harder boy!"
He laughed in glee at my unaccustomed outburst and leaned toward my face. I felt his breath on my lip as he said, "First pretty boi a kiss in trade."
I had never kissed a male before. I turned my head slightly away. He roughly turned my head back and firmly kissed me. He pressed his lips against mine and drew away six or seven times. I felt my head spinning. Then he inserted his tongue into my mouth and aggressively pushed at my tongue. At that moment, I cried out. I had ejaculated from, the kiss.
While I was chagrined, he was triumphant. "Yes, my kisses can cause a boy to climax. Come Georgie, time for your bath."
It was this new development in our relationship that made me hesitate to risk ending our intimacy. The next morning James was at my bedside. Again I was surprised to see the change in his attired. He was wearing Jersey pants and top, the kind of clothes one wears to exercise at the gym.
"Come on Georgie Porgie, this morning we will begin our body building program."
I frown at his familiarity, but I was secretly pleased that he wasn't angry with me for observing his activity. Then too, I was relieved from having to dress him down. I washed and dressed. The breakfast was sparse this morning. He explained, "You're getting a little soft in the belly."
He punctuated this observation with a rude rub of my stomach.
After the small dry toast and coffee he propelled me toward the gym in the basement. My father had set this up some years ago and it boasted the finest machines and tread mill. It was on the tread mill that my training began. James set the pace at a comfortable speed and he walked alone at a slight faster pace than a leisurely walk. I was enjoying this. I also enjoyed watching James. He had removed his top, displaying his muscular chest with blond curly hair in the center. His large pink aureolas with prominent nipples were displayed. His flat, muscled stomach bore a blond trail of hair ending in the elastic top of his workout pants. I had a mad desire to pull those pants down and see what was between his legs.
After about ten minutes, James came back to the machine controls and increased the speed to a brisk trot. I could so it, to my surprise, but after ten more minutes I was huffing and puffing trying to gain my breath. Possibly the heavy breathing made me light headed, but I could not keep up with the machine and rolled backward and off onto the floor.
I looked up, James had removed his pants. He was in white underwear shots. He leaned down and patted my cheeks. I revived and gazed up at him. "James, remove your shorts. Let's both exercise nude, like the Greeks."
"Good idea, but don't look at my stuff too much, I get hard when someone does that."
"I promise Jimmy."
"Jimmy?"
"Yes my name for you when we are alone. Do you mind?"
He stroked my cheek. Just as I was beginning to sigh, he stopped. "Sure Georgie. We'll be gym buddies."
In one fast motion he stripped off his shorts. My eyes bugged out. His penis was prodigious. It was soft, but hung down six inches. It was incredible fat too. Below his large testicles hung down. His sac was smooth and very thin with translucent skin.
"I told you not to look. See it is already growing."
It was. I couldn't help saying, "Jimmy how can your partner bear such a large organ entering?"
He chuckled and put a warm hand on my naked shoulder, "No one has complained yet. In fact they usually want to be serviced again and again. I found that his saucy remark had increased my breathing. To cover the moment, I lay down on the press bench and held a bar with weights at my chest level. I pushed the weight up and down several time. Then I rapidly tired. I began to fear that the weight would fall on my chest. Jimmy appeared at my head, his penis almost resting on my hair as he grasped the bar and returned it to the rack. He continued to stand there. As I watched the underside of his penis, the whole thing began to rise.
"I told you what happens when someone stares at it. Soon I will be at full erection. It's your fault and you will have to relieve me."
If you think that was a threat that frightened me, you are wrong. I began wondering how I might relieve him. The way he had done me? Perhaps, but that seemed rather formal, well perhaps not the right word, but my decision was made for me.
The former servile valet leaned over me and rested his prick on my lips, saying, "You have the most adorable pillowy lips. I think they are wanting to open and take my cock inside. Don't resist, I know you want this Georgie boi."
As if I was controlled by strings, my mouth opened and he positioned himself so that his warm, fragrant cock entered my mouth. I had to open so wide to accommodate it that my bone cracked and snapped. Heavy saliva sprang into my mouth and, by its own mind, my tongue began to lick the head and just below.
"Good boi, you take to this naturally." He left his cock in my mouth but maneuvered his body so that he was straddling my face. He began to move his cock in and out in a fucking motion. Pretty soon I began to accept his intrusions and enjoying it, even accommodating the rhythm. I heard my own slurping sounds and slight sobs, but louder were his moans and grunts, as well as encouraging words. "Oh Georgie, you are a great cock sucker. I usually take long to cum but you mouth is so hot. I think I am getting to the top of the hill and soon I'll spill. Get ready."
His gigantic prick seemed to get larger and stiffer and a blob of clotted cream hit my tongue. I moaned in ecstasy. Soon my mouth was flooded with more cream as he grunted out his great cum. His knees were crushing my ears and cheeks as he helplessly delivered his orgasm.
Finally he got up and looked down at me. "That was a good job. I was going to ask if needed me to get you off as well, but look."
My belly and chest were covered with my own sperm. I had cum just from experiencing his cum.
After that day we entered into a new relationship. James no longer acted the valet role. We were basically roommates. We had sex mostly when he needed it. I thought about sex all the time. James asked me if I thought about anal sex. I turned cold, then hot. He had almost entered my mind. I had been thinking about it. My arse hole often vibrated at the thought, buy his cock was so large, it could injure me.
The house was gradually returning to the messy condition that it had been in before James' arrival. I didn't care, as long was we were lovers.
One evening I was bathing. James no longer attended to me. I was exceptionally horny at this time and I dried quickly and called James to come to my room. He entered, rather annoyed. "I was watching porn on TV. What the hell you want?"
I reached down and rubbed his big cock. "Jimmy, I've been thinking about you fucking me. I;m ready for it."
He smiled. "Georgie, I'll make a trade with you. This house for your ass."
"I don't understand."
"Sign over the house to me and I'll give you the fucking of your life."
I was dumbfounded. James had already nearly cleaned out my bank account and drank the costly liquor my father had collect and entertained his friends, charging it all to my account, but this, the house. Meanwhile he had slowly removed his clothing. His cock was beginning to rise. The pink head was sliding out of the cover and a drop of dew had formed on the piss slit.
Wordlessly I undressed in capitulation and assumed a position with my ass in the air and resting on my knees and elbows. I could feel my pucker pushing out in a kiss of greeting. He laughed in triumph and put the head of his cock against my ass hole. It resisted. He grabbed a large chunk of my ass cheek and pinched it painfully. My ass hole opened in greeting and he shoved in the large head of his penis and held it there.
"That's all the fuck you'll get until you sign this paper."
There it was, on the bed, with a pen. With difficulty from my position I signed. When the last letter was inked, he pushed forward. The pain was incredible. I was about to call out that I changed my mind when he began a slow in and out. My mind began to whirl. This was good. My whole body was attune to his prick. I slipped down into my animalistic nature. My tongue was hanging out, I was dripping spit on the bed below me and mewling like a newborn calf. Nothing mattered to me except to feel that monster fucking me. I actually came twice as I was fucked. He was belittling my passion, crowing about his victory over me. I didn't care. At last he screamed out that he was coming. I felt the force of his orgasm pelting my insides and I came again.
As he pulled out, leaving my ass hole gaping, he said, "Stay in your room. I'm expecting guests."
I decided to try to bring some order to the mess in the house. I spent a two hours folding clothes and putting them away and filling the laundry basket with soiled stuff. Then I took on the kitchen. I hand washed the pile of dishes in the sink and dried and put them away. It was still not perfect in that room, but I had at least made a start.
I made my own dinner, cold stuff from the refrigerator. The door bell rang. He must have been in the shower and didn't hear it. I went to the door. There stood two girls and a young black kid. They looked at me questioningly. "Who are you?"
I hesitated a moment.
They asked again, more annoyed.
"I, eh, the valet."
End of story