[MIDDLE-SCHOOL HOUSEBOY]
Berkham knocked on the door of the house.
“Come in,” shouted someone from the inside.
He opened the door and walked through the dimly lift corridor. At the end of it was the living room. He could see the silhouette of a man who was working out indoors.
“What do you want me to do, Stafford?” Berkham asked.
“I need you to clean out my cupboard and refrigerator for expired stuff,” Stafford replied, “and then fold my clean laundry. After I workout, I want you to clean and rearrange my equipment.”
“Okay Stafford,” Berkham grumbled as he started walking.
“Wait. Is that how you’d look like when you clean?” Stafford exclaimed.
Berkham rolled his eyes and took his shirt off, revealing his ripped torso and abdomen.
Stafford grinned, “good. Carry on.”
Berkham walked to the kitchen and did the chores with a heavy heart.
Berkham knew Stafford back in middle school. He would always bully the scrawny, ugly kid.
However, the two of them met again a year ago in unfortunate circumstances. While drunk driving, Berkham crashed into Stafford’s parked luxury car. Apparently, Stafford has become a multimillionaire.
Berkham did not have money to pay for the crash. And because Stafford wanted to get back at him for his bullying, the rich man agreed for him to work for him as a houseboy during the weekends for the next five years.
It was embarrassing but Berkham did not have other way to pay the man.
After one hour of cleaning, Berkham walked out of the kitchen and started cleaning the gym setup inside the house.
Then Stafford walked out. He was wearing designer bathrobes.
Stafford was still not very good at the looks department, but his body was stunning. Even Berkham was amazed at how good the physique of the previously scrawny kid was.
“You want a weekend less from your total debt?” Stafford asked him while grinning.
Berkham was furious, “NO NOT AGAIN!”
Stafford laughed, “okay. Was just suggesting. Will do it myself then.”
Stafford sat on the sofa and then unwrapped his body of the robe. His penis was already hard and thick. He started jacking it off.
Berkham mustered all his self-control to not look at the sexy man lewdly masturbating beside him. He was straight, not a fairy gay guy like what Stafford was when they were younger.
But Stafford was just so sexy. His eyes got transfixed with the leaking hose that was the man’s cock.
“Come on. We’ve done it before. You’re getting good actually,” Stafford seduced.
Berkham dropped a dumbell and ran to the man. He immediately sucked the cock with gusto.
“Shiiit. Yeah. Then I’ll fuck you later, hot man…” Stafford muttered as he fucked his mouth.
Berkham kept convincing himself that it was for another weekend free from his debt. He bettered at his blowjob. Hopefully, he would get more weekends off when he rides this glorious dick later.
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