At Your Service

I stood outside the front door for a long time, just staring, taking in the details. It was made of old wood and there was a window cut out of it. There was a linen shade drawn down on the inside of the window. There was an old-style doorbell button off to the right of the door. A lamp blazed beside the door, lighting the front porch and recovering it from the dark of the early winter evening.

I thought about how I came to find myself staring at this door, with my bags in hand.

I had quit my job, a cashier post at a local pharmacy, and when I came home and told my father, he freaked, complaining this was the third job I'd lost in three months and calling me a soft little faggot who doesn't carry his own weight. I told him I'd move out and he said no problem. Then I kind of had to.

But where to go? Friends? Most of my friends lived with their parents. As I stood on the sidewalk with my packed bags, I thought of the only people I knew who lived nearby and might be sympathetic.

Gus and Mack lived in the house across the street. They were a black, married gay couple. They were professionals and well off, and I'd been to their house before helping them with odd jobs for pay. I couldn't think of anyone else to take me for the night, so there I was, parked on their doorstep.

I don't know how long I stood there before I worked up the courage to ring the doorbell, but eventually I did and Gus answered the door.

"You're freezing out here, dear," Gus said. As he eyed my bags, he told me to come in and tell them all about it. Mack appeared and took my coat. They let me sit my bags down by the door and kick my shoes off beside them. They ushered me over to a couch and I sat in the middle of it, while they scampered off to bring me snacks and something to drink.

"How old are you?" Mack asked.

I told him I was twenty, which was over legal drinking age in my jurisdiction, and he offered me a beer, which I gratefully accepted. The welcome mellowed my nerves almost immediately.

While both men were black, Gus was lighter-skinned than Mack. He was also slighter than his partner. He wore lounge pants and a white t-shirt, typical clothes of choice for anyone after a day at work. Mack wore a turtle-neck under a warm sweater and slacks, and I remembered he was a college professor. He might have only just gotten home from work.

The men had beers in their hands too and sat in chairs that faced the couch. Gus prompted me to tell him what was wrong. I was honest. I couldn't find the motivation to keep a job and my father was fed up with me, not only frustrated with my laziness, but also unable to understand that his son identified as a gay man. When I threatened to leave, he let me go.

"Well, Mack and I both went through the struggles with acceptance," Gus said. "We both could have benefitted from someone supportive in our lives." Gus looked meaningfully at Mack.

Mack seemed to ignore him. "So, you mean you left home with nowhere to go, not even for tonight, and with no way to pay?"

I nodded, choking back a sob.

"Well, I'm sure I speak for Gus when I say you can stay here tonight." Gus lit up, eagerly nodding his agreement.

I probably lit up too, grateful for the kindness.

"I have to talk to Gus about something for a minute. We'll be right back."

Gus and Mack left the room and I surveyed my surroundings. It was a nice house filled with nice things ranging from a bookshelf of hardback and leather-bound books to ornate African masks and art.

The men returned to the room. Gus looked cute and a little anticipatory of the next phase of our conversation, or so I guessed.

"Do you really have nowhere to go in the long-term?"

"I was afraid I'd have to go to a shelter tonight."

Mack nodded. "Okay, we have a proposal for you. You can stay here indefinitely as long as you follow the house rules. One, you get a job and keep it. I can probably help with that as I know a local grocer who needs a new stock clerk. The pay is not a lot and the work is dull, but if you find something better you're free to take it."

"Agreed," I said. The eagerness gave my voice a breathy edge. I was frightened to be homeless and snapped at the opportunity to save myself.

"Easy, Tiger," Mack said. "There's more. You'll be expected to do your share of the chores around the house, cleaning dishes, showers, toilets and whatever else we tell you."

I didn't love that, but it seemed fair. I nodded.

"Since you admit you've been a bit of a risk and we're taking a chance on you, you'll have your work wages direct-deposited to my bank account. I'm the man of the house and I handle the finances. I'll deduct your share of upkeep from your earnings, channel some into an account for you so you can save up for your own place. I'll show you a statement every month so you know what you've accumulated. What's left will be given to you like an allowance, so you'll have some spending money for going out with your friends."

I wasn't sure about giving someone else control of my finances, but it was an elegant solution to my money-handling problems. Still, despite any misgivings, I didn't hesitate long. I nodded.

"Okay," Mack said. "One last thing."

Gus tittered and I looked at him. I sipped at my beer.

"No matter what, you've got a place for tonight. We wouldn't throw you back out in the cold. But if you're to stay here long-term, we have some less business-like considerations and more personal wishes to realize from the proposition."

I wondered where he was going with this.

"The fact is, over the past year, when we've had you over to work, or seeing you across the street mowing the grass with your shirt off and your short-shorts, we've enjoyed looking at you. We're married, but we're not dead, and if you're living here, sooner or later, one or the other of us, or both of us, will want to fuck you. So, why not clear the tension now? If you stay here, your body is ours to use when and how we like, when either of us, or both of us, want you. That's the final condition. How do you feel about it?"

I flushed crimson.

"Oh, that's so cute," Gus said. "He's bashful."

"I--I--" I didn't know what to say. Bluntly, I'd always been attracted to these good-looking, older black men, but I had suppressed it as an impossibility that anything could happen with them for so long, I didn't know how to feel.

"Relax. Like I said, tonight is free. No demands are made on you about it. The conditions apply only if you want to stay longer. Take the night. Sleep on it. For now, enjoy our hospitality. Want another beer?"

Damned right I did. We chatted about various topics for the next hour or so and then Mack said that he and Gus were going to bed. I blushed again at the thought that I had been invited to join them in that bed. Mack said good night and let Gus walk me to the guest bedroom I'd been assigned. He advised me that the bedding was fresh, provided me with a towel and cloth and told me to sleep well. Then he winked, blew me a kiss and left me alone.

I was in the habit of sleeping naked, so I stripped off my clothes after washing up, and got into bed. I marveled how my prospects had changed over a few hours. I went from homeless and unemployed to a prospective tenant and employee at a new job. But what of the price?

I lay in the dark and thought about it. I didn't hold a racist attitude toward black people, unless a slight fetishization could be counted against me. Everyone knew what they said about black dicks being bigger. How did I feel about being fucked as part of a rental agreement?

By attractive black men.

After nearly a year of celibacy since the collapse of my last relationship.

And as I listened to the sounds of love-making coming through the wall behind my head. It was all I could do not to pull my pud and make a mess of the clean sheets. I found that the pros outweighed any dubious cons in the rental agreement. I was horny as Hell.

Finally, I drifted off to sleep.

In the morning, I realized it was Saturday. I woke up early, about seven a.m., and it was still dark outside thanks to the season. I determined to wake my new landlords in style, with coffee and, when I saw them sealed in a bag in a cupboard, croissants.

Carrying the food and drink up on a tray I found, I approached the bedroom door with very little trepidation. I had made my decision last night, so I was committed, and Mack seemed like the kind of guy who didn't change his mind. Managing awkwardly, I balanced the tray on one hand and knocked at the master bedroom door.

Evidently, the couple was awake. "Come in!" Mack said.

I opened the door and readjusted my grip on the tray. When they saw the coffee and croissants, they were well-pleased.

When they saw my naked body, they were even more expressive.

Mack grinned. "Is this an indication of your decision then?"

I still blushed. "My body is yours to use."

Gus giggled. "Put down that tray. I want to taste your cock."

I complied, setting the tray on one of the night tables. Mack, who was still under the blankets up to his waist, and evidently naked, propped up his pillows and leaned back against the headboard to watch, now with coffee and croissant in hand.

Gus was undressed as well, soon fully revealed after he kicked the blankets aside. He had a lean, even lithe, torso and long spindly legs and arms, and I didn't fail to take in the fact that his cock was of quite an average size really. That didn't disappoint me at all and I found my mouth watering for it, but Gus guided me up on to the bed so I was lying between them. Gus went down on me and I moaned with delight at the sensual feast he was making of me. He took my seven inches at a single gulp and vibrated his tongue against its sensitive flesh with rare skill.

Mack had finished his croissant and placed his coffee back on the tray. I felt this happening around me rather than saw it and he adjusted himself back into the pillows, this time with an arm around my shoulders. His hand was free to tweak my nipple. I looked back at him and gave him access to my mouth. He kissed me, forcing my lips apart and intruding his tongue into my mouth. I groaned at the stimulation the men inflicted on me.

"Go ahead and come in his mouth," Mack said. "Gus loves it."

But surely I wasn't going to erupt so soon? It had only been about five minutes. The Hell I wasn't going to come. I could feel the heat moving through my rod and it was all I could do to warn Gus, who didn't slow down a beat as I filled his mouth with my molten essence.

"That was the best blowjob I ever had," I muttered between gasps.

Gus looked up at me with a filthy look and cum on his lips and winked.

"Now that you've come," Mack said, "are you going to lose your nerve?"

"No," I said. "So far, it's looking like the best decision I've ever made."

"I have a confession for you," Mack said, moving me around so that I was on my knees and he could put my head over Gus's cock, while he himself knelt behind me. "Last summer, we watched you cutting grass across the street like I told you. I nailed Gus against the wall and he pretended he was you while I pretended I was fucking you."

I moaned at the thought of being a fantasy for this attractive couple as I inhaled Gus's member into my hungry mouth. I felt eager hands at my backside. Mack effortlessly widened the space between my legs and spread his knees apart so they touched mine. I felt his man-flesh part my ass-cheeks with a little encouragement from those massaging hands. When the tip of his cock touched my anus, its hardness impressed me. One of his hands disappeared from my buttocks and I correctly guessed he had reached for a bottle of lube which must have been on the night table, because a moment later I felt a rain of the fluid on my asshole. A moment or two passed while he lubed up his cock, but my time was well spent on Gus's piece.

Then, the penetration. It had been a while since anything other than a dildo had gone up my ass. I was unprepared for something the size of Mack. He let his cock tease my hole for a few minutes, taking depth by slow degrees, until I felt all of him inside me. It felt incredible to be so full, but I doubt I could have contained any more. His pubes tickled my ass-crack and I moaned with satisfaction, little suspecting that there was much more pleasure to be taken. Mack began to pull back and push in rhythmically, dominated my own cock-sucking meter on Gus. Soon we were all writhing in matching strokes, Mack into my ass, me over Gus, him into my mouth.

As Mack picked up speed in my ass, so did my blowjob on Gus. When Mack grunted and set off a series of wet explosions in my arse, Gus couldn't resist filling my mouth with his sperm.

The bitter taste did not repulse me, but rather gave me a golden taste of satisfaction. I found that I was very horny again. If I hadn't come from Gus's earlier oral ministrations, the near-simultaneous orgasms of these two men in my body might have pushed me over the edge. As it was, I would need to take a hand.

I leaned back once more into Mack's waiting arm and began to jerk off as quickly as my desperation demanded. I soon blew my load over my hairless belly. Gus leaned forward and licked the cum off my abs while I reclined against Mack.

"Do you think you will like it here?" Mack said.

"I'm sure I will."

"And the... chores... don't seem like they will be too demanding for you?"

"At your service," I said.