Man Maid

Danny ran down the list of ads for jobs. He had finished high school and needed to find something during the summer to cover his college expenses in the fall. His dad was going to front for the tuition, but Danny needed money to get himself settled. There weren’t many job opportunities in Danny’s small town, and he was losing hope of finding something interesting. The few job ads were basically menial and Danny was not such a muscled outdoor person. Not exactly intellectual either. But…

“Domestic helper. Part-time. Good pay per hour. Call for an interview ….”

What? Domestic helper? Danny ran his fingers through the mop of dirty blond hair, wondering. Wasn’t that for women? As in cleaning house and washing dishes and what not? He had spent 3 years of high school as a boarding student, so taking care of chores was not alien to him. But the boarding-school chores had been personal, stuff like making his own bed, sorting out his clothes, and such, but not mopping and washing.

Fuck, Danny needed a job, any job. Why the fuck not? Domestic helper shmelper, he could do it.

His hand shaking, Danny pressed the doorbell, heard chimes somewhere inside the detached house, footsteps approaching, his heart sinking.

“Yes?” A middle-aged, very hot, very chique, very classy lady kept the door half-opened as she looked at Danny, standing at the doorstep, in jeans and polo shirt, a cute just-out-of-his-teens boy.

“Uh…,” Danny stammered. “Mrs. Garners?”

“How can I help you, young man?”

“I… I saw your … um… your ad? For a domestic helper?”

Mrs. Garners stared at the boy’s face, a quizzical look on her carefully made-up face. “Yes. And you are…?”

“I’m here for an interview, ma’am.”

Was he serious? She thought. A young man as a domestic helper? The boy was cute, but… Why not?

With an incredulous smile, more like a smirk, really, Mrs. Garners opened the door wider and stepped aside. “Come in… um…?”

“Danny. Danny Vander, Ma’am.”

“Oh. You’re the Vander boy. Back from boarding school, huh? I know your Mom.”

Danny stepped in, not knowing what to do with his hands, feeling anxiously out of his sphere. He was here for an interview for a maid job, for Christ’s sake.

Mrs. Garners led Danny to the kitchen table, asked him to take a seat, and placed a plate of ginger cookies in front of him. “Coffee, Danny? Or would you prefer a glass of milk?”

Fuck, Danny thought. She was treating him like a kid. Condescending: I-know-your-Mom… glass of fucking milk…

Neither the lady of the house nor the young guy knew where to start. “Coffee is good, ma’am,” Danny finally cleared his throat, trying to make his voice a bit gruffier, a bit manlier, only to come out as a squeak. He hated coffee and a glass of cold milk would have gone superbly with the ginger cookies. But no, he was a coffee man, wasn’t he? Fuck and double Fuck.

“Of course, Danny, you realize that… ah… that what we are looking for is … well… someone to help around the house while I and Mr. Garners are at work. And there is also Tommy. You know Tommy? Perhaps not, with you away in boarding school and Tommy is perhaps three years younger than you are. He just turned 16 last week.”

Tommy, Danny thought, who the fuck was Tommy? Had he seen the kid? Had they gone to the same middle school? Then Tommy would have been in primary if he was 3 years younger and Danny wouldn’t have given those little brat kids a glance.

“No Ma’am, I don’t think I know Tommy. May I ask what kind of ‘domestic help’ you are looking for?”

“Oh, you can call me Wanda, Danny. Ma’am makes me feel so old,” she smiled coquettishly. The kid was cute and sexy as hell, she thought, but she quickly kicked that thought out of her head. “Nothing out of the ordinary. Just to make sure the house is clean and tidy, you know. And it will be paid by the hour. We might need the help mostly in the mornings, on weekdays, perhaps until noon.”

Danny ran his fingers through his hair, a habit that he had whenever he was trying to decide about something. Somehow, Mrs. Garners thought that this gesture was the most endearing. Kick those thoughts away woman! He was just a kid, for fuck’s sake, not much older than Tommy. Still, Bill wasn’t giving her much attention lately, and she was a healthy red-blooded woman with needs. A handsome young stud would be… Away, thoughts, away!

“I can’t cook, ma… Wanda,” Danny said, looking down at the kitchen table, his fuzzy cheeks turning pink onto the road to redness.

“That’s ok, Danny. You don’t need to cook. I usually do that in the evenings. I would have never thought that a se… I mean a young man will be applying for this job.”

“Do you mind, Wanda, my not being a female?” Danny was starting to feel a tad more confident now that he noticed that Mrs. Garners…. Ah… Wanda… had not kicked him out. It felt more like she was flirting? No, that couldn’t be. She was as old if not older than his mother. But…

“Not at all, Danny. When can you start?”

Just like that? No other questions?

“Tomorrow?”

“Oh, tomorrow would be great. Let me show you around.”

Mrs. Garner led Danny around the house, explaining what needed to be done and where the cleaning stuff was. Endless chatter (flirtatious?) as she was trying to cover up for her attraction to the boy, for the wetness she started to feel in her crotch, for the hardening of her nipples, for the quickness of her breath. Oh, Wanda needed a cock! AWAY!

Danny was not new to the world either. This lady was hot. Her butt was to die for, he thought, as he followed Mrs. Garners around the house and then up the stairs to the second floor where the bedrooms were. But she was as old as his mother. And she knew his mother. Hot, sexy thoughts screamed inside Danny’s head, and his lower parts stirred, and , of course, a boner was in the making. That butt was so delicious. He could bury his bone between those butt cheeks. Oh, yes, he could!

Too bad that Mrs. Garners, Wanda, would be at work when he came to the house.

Danny, in sweats and t-shirt, finished wiping and mopping the master en-suite bathroom, ran his fingers through his mop of hair, and checked out the toiletries. The man things were a few: shaving stuff, eau-de-cologne, which he sniffed, very masculine, etc. But the woman things were all over the place. He tidied them a little, not daring to move them away and into the cabinet, just in case that upset Wanda.

He made the bed, picked up the dirties and bunched them near the door to carry them downstairs later after he finished with the hall bathroom and Tommy’s room. He held the sheer panties between his thumb and forefinger, almost drooling at the mixed scents, of perfume or of pussy? He took a whiff, definitely a pussy. He boned.

As Danny fondled Wanda’s panties, he used his other hand to rub his crotch. His erection was almost painful, throbbing and stretching his sweats sideways, reaching his left hip. He so needed to get laid. His last one had been more than a month ago when Samantha gave him a hand job under the bleachers.

With a moan and a throbbing young cock, Danny finished up the master bedroom, collected the laundry and the cleaning stuff and proceeded down the hall to the other bathroom. It took him less than 10 minutes to finish. This must be Tommy’s bathroom, he ran his fingers through his hair. Neat guy, this Tommy. Not much lying around. No shaving stuff. Just the soap and shampoo and toothbrush and tooth paste. Deodorant. Cologne. Hmmm.

Danny opened Tommy’s bedroom door and stepped inside. He froze. Kneeling on the floor beside the bed was a smooth upraised butt, milky white, one hand pulling a cheek aside and the other hand pushing a butt plug into a pink hole.

“Ahem…”

The boy jumped up and turned around, naked, smooth, teen-built, hard pecker, flushed face cheeks.

“What the fuck?” Tommy screeched. “Who… what… who the fuck are you? Get out out… OUT!”

Danny wasn’t sure what to do, but one thing was for certain: he had to step out of the room. Hastily, he stepped out pulling the door closed behind him, a smirk on his face, a semi-boner in his sweats. Damn! That butt looked more inviting than Wanda’s. Damn!

Downstairs, in the kitchen, Danny got busy washing last night’s dinner dishes, the image of the boy’s butt with the plug halfway inside his hole remained vivid in his head. He pressed his crotch against the edge of the sink, replacing the butt plug with his cock in his head, as he washed the dirty cutlery, slowly, fork by fork—there were three—knife by knife, grinding on the sink, his erection rock hard, painful, lustful, throbbing demandingly.

A few minutes later, Danny heard the creaking of the stairs. Tommy walked into the kitchen.

“You weren’t supposed to be here, dude,” Tommy squeaked. He was wearing white briefs and t-shirt.

Without turning around, Danny said, “You weren’t supposed to be here!”

“It’s my house. Of course, I’m supposed to be here.”

“Mrs. Garners didn’t tell me that you were gonna be around, dude. Chill.”

“Oh, so you’re the maid,” came the snicker.

Danny turned around facing the teenager whom he had seen plowing his ass with a black plastic plug.

“Dude? Fuck you, man. I don’t need this. Fuck!” With this outburst, Danny realized that he was standing in front of the teen boy, his sweats stretched out with his erection, his fists bunched tight.

Tommy’s gaze went down and plastered onto the bulge. He emitted a low groan from deep down his throat as his blue eyes glued on the stretched crotch. Danny took a step towards the boy, taking in his facial expression, noticing the likeness to his mother, the cute smooth face, the pouting lips, the long eyelashes. Slowly, he pulled down the sweats and boxers, his cock springing out and sideways. As if in a trance, Tommy went down to his knees, reached for the throbbing man tool, and took it into his mouth.

It took Danny less than a couple of minutes to reward the kid with a huge wad of man cum. Tommy spluttered and tried to swallow as Danny squirted hard inside the sucking mouth.

“That was nice,” Danny said, reaching for a kitchen towel and rubbing his slimy cock clean, pulling up his sweats and undies, and tucking his semi-hard cock inside. “Now let me finish up before Mommy comes home.”

Tommy was still on his knees, looking up with lustful eyes at this hot god standing inches away from him, his lips covered with semen.

“You gonna be here every day?”

“Yeah, Tommy. I’m Danny, by the way.”

“You gonna let me suck on your bone every day?”

“Yeah, Tommy. Every day. Daily feed,” Danny said with a huge smirk on his face. He was thinking, more than sucking, Tommy-boy, a lot more than sucking, the butt plug image buried inside the pink hole springing into his head.

“You gonna tell my mom?”

Danny gazed down at the boy. “Do you want me to?”

“Oh, no. Please, Danny. Just let me suck your bone. Mom can’t know about this.”

“Does she know about the butt plug?” Danny said, his cock twitching back on the way to another erection.

“No,” Tommy stared at the bulging crotch as if he were a rabbit caught in the middle of the highway.

Without saying anything, Danny pulled Tommy to his feet and led him upstairs to the bedroom. Seconds later, Tommy was naked. Rubbing his crotch, Danny studied the boy lying on his back, his legs stretched wide, his gaze stupefied. Except for the boy dick, Tommy looked like a ripe, hot chick, waiting to be fucked. Danny grabbed the naked boy and made him bend over the edge of the bed, kneeling on the floor, his white bubbled butt raised, just as he had seen it when he walked into the room earlier and saw Tommy fucking his hole with the butt plug. Danny dropped his sweats, spread his legs on both sides of the offered boy butt, grabbed his hard cock shaft and pressed it on the pink hole.

Danny fucked Tommy. Hard. Deep. Unloading a second load of man juice. Tommy whimpered. His ass burned. Tommy’s cock was in no way similar to the butt plug he had been using. The thick cock stretched him so wide, splitting him, so good, so masculine. It throbbed and pulsated. It was alive.

“You gonna fuck me every day, Danny?”

“Yes.”

“You gonna cum inside my butt always?”

“Yes.”

Danny pulled the whimpering boy into him tight, kissing him. “Yes, Tommy, I’m going to stuff it in your throat, and then again into your guts. Every day.”

“I love you, Danny.”

Danny turned the kid onto his side and entered him again sideways, the sore ass clamping hard on his shaft, shooting a third nut into the tight boy ass.

The summer job was going to be fun, Danny thought as he left the Garners’ and rode his bicycle home, the chores all done, Tommy’s mouth and ass full of Danny-juice. His nuts tingled and his cock twitched. Yes, it was going to be a lot of fun. Housemaid indeed!

As Danny pedaled home, his thighs glistening and rippling, his nuts pressed into the bicycle seat, his dick sated but still itching, he thought about the Garners. Tommy took cock, ok! That’s cool. A slobbering hungry mouth. A tight fuck hole.

But what about the mother? What about Wanda? She took cock from Bill, her hubby, but she seemed like not getting enough? Danny wondered, sweating and panting as he pedaled up to his house. Was Wanda getting laid enough? She had the looks for him, he could easily tell. She had flirted with him, not outwardly, but in a catlike way. Would she want his cock too? He felt himself bone, stretching the sweats sideways, as he ran his hand through his hair, holding onto the bar with the other hand.

It was three days later, three mornings of cleaning and feeding Tommy’s throat and filling Tommy’s tight boy hole, when Danny walked into the Garners’ home, finding Mrs. Garners in the kitchen.

“Oh, hi, Danny,” Wanda smiled as she wiped her hands dry.

“Mrs. Garners! I mean, Wanda,” Danny said, surprised. “Didn’t expect to find you here. I hope nothing is wrong?”

“Tommy is running a fever. I thought I’d take the day off and take care of him.”

Danny smiled to himself. A fever, all right. Right up his boy ass. It surely felt higher than 110 degrees in there clamping on his cock. Danny felt a stirring in the crotch. Quickly, he set about working the house. A half hour later, he walked into Tommy’s room.

“Hey, buddy,” he approached the boy, covered to his neck with a checkered quilt. He touched the boy’s forehead. Yeah, the boy was feverish.

Tommy opened his eyes, smiled widely as he saw Danny’s face hanging down above him. He took in Danny’s downy face cheeks, his full lips, his manly square chin; Tommy shivered, and not with the fever.

“I love you, Danny,” the boy whispered.

“Shhh. Your mom is here.”

“I know,” Tommy’s smile was stretched across his face. “I want your cock, Danny.”

Danny started to erect. No, this was not going to work. He wasn’t going to fuck the kid with his mother around. He might as well fuck the mother.

As if on cue, Wanda walked in, carrying a glass of orange juice.

“How’s my boy feeling,” she said as she approached the bed.

Danny reached down to help Tommy sit up in the bed, fluffing the pillows behind his head. Tommy winked knowingly at Danny, noticing Danny trying to hide his bulging sweats. After Wanda had fussed over her son, she motioned to Danny to follow her.

“Tommy, baby, try to get some sleep, honey.”

Baby? Yeah, right! Honey? Sure was sweet fucking that tight hole.

Danny followed Wanda down the stairs, carrying the laundry and the bucket and mop.

“Feel like some coffee, Danny?”

“Um… sure, Wanda. Very kind of you.”

Danny sat at the kitchen table watching Wanda prepare the coffee. He was thinking, I’d rather have that pussy!

With a sudden yelp, Wanda jumped back as the coffee pot slipped from her hand and clattered to the floor. Danny immediately shoved back his chair and rushed to the woman.

“You ok, Wanda?”

Wanda moaned, grabbing her hand. Danny pulled the scorched hand and ran it under the tap of cold water. He felt Wanda’s body very close to him, almost touching. Holding her hand under the tap, Danny was startled to feel Wanda’s arm wrapping around his neck. Turning his face, he found Wanda’s hot lips inches away. The kiss. The moaning. Skirt pulled up. On her back on the table. Shoving his cock into the hot wet pussy. Grunting. Her legs spread. Her wet pussy stretched. Moaning. Thrusting. Exploding. Orgasm after orgasm. Squirt after squirt. Cunt filled with semen. Bush filled with woman juices.

Wanda pulled herself off the kitchen table, letting her skirt cover her thighs. She wobbled out of the kitchen, up the stairs.

Danny stood frozen in the middle of the kitchen, his sweats and boxers around his ankles, his cock slimy and twitching over his nuts. He didn’t move. What the fuck had just happened? He had just shoved his cock into his mother’s friend’s cunt. He had just fucked Wanda. Danny’s body shivered. As if in a dream, he bent and pulled up his clothes. What was he supposed to do now? Which was he going to fuck? Boy hole or woman pussy? Both? Neither? His mind battled between lust and leaving.

Danny ran his fingers through his hair, his balls tingling.  

To be continued…