A Weekend Houseboy

A Weekend Houseboy.

When your past catches up with you.

Hi; I am Paul, twenty three, after a falling out with my family, their words, I brought the family into disrepute. Moved from my home town in York to be a laboratory assistant in a Genetic Microbiologist laboratory in a large pharmaceutical research facility in Oxfordshire. I always have been a bit of a geek, loner too, the thought of being on my own sounded cool.

I rented from a friend of a family friend an innocuous apartment in one of those large Cotswold stone town houses that had been converted into one room apartments. Not fantastic but ok, even after twelve months I am still alone and bumbling through life.

On Saturday's I go into town to have a bit of a wander. Rain had started so I went to find shelter in a coffee shop before it came crashing down. By chance, I was passing an old worldly pub called the Jolly Farmer, name sounded good didn't know what it was like but had heard colleagues at work talk about going to it at weekends.

It wasn't very busy lunch time crowd had come and went, ordered a beer and one of their open sandwich's. Grabbed a free table by a window, the inviting ones near the fire were all taken. Rain was still on by the time I had finished my sandwich, ordered another beer and started to earwig and watching what was happening. A group appeared on the scene and stood at the bar nosily chatting away.

Someone had just sat at the table adjacent to mine with a beer, staff came over advised him the table had been reserved. Suggested he move to my or another table, by hand gesture I invited him to take a seat opposite me. He was about the same age, height and build as me but with jet black hair, maybe one of the Asian students that frequent Oxford.

He gave me an endearing smile and said "thank you, my name is Tom."

I introduced myself, the noise from the bar was becoming dominant they were talking amongst themselves about something that was on the large screen television, which was out of my earshot and line of sight.

Tom realised I couldn't see what they were talking about and said it's about tariffs and requirements the American President has imposed on non-US pharmaceuticals. As it could affect my job went round and sat adjacent to him to see what was happening.

We were almost touching, I apologiesed for intruding into his personal space, he smiled "no worries" his accent wasn't local. Asked me, "do you work in pharmaceuticals." Explained what I did in the lab, could see he wasn't impressed neither am I, as courtesy I asked what he did.

"I live with my uncle as his houseboy" smiled at me "he is a fifty something semi-retired businessman, we are from Adelaide temporally based here on business, originally we were from Bangkok."

Didn't know what to say.

"That's different, what does that entail?"

"I look after all his household things, assist him with business matters and anything else he needs or wants me to do." Smiled mischievously as he shrugged his shoulders. "He's just back from a business trip to Thailand and will meet me here later."

Explained I was from York came here for a better job, didn't mention family. Went to move back to my vacated seat but it had now been taken by two girls who were 'engrossed' in each other.

Tom looked at me, smiled at their antics which were 'endearing' to say the least. Before long other girls came over and started talking to them, they all seemed to know each other, intimately, from the conversation we could hear.

Tom leaned over to me our faces touched as he whispered in my ear. "I think we may be intruding do you think we should move to another table?" We seemed to have attracted their attention as one said. "No both of you stay don't move on our account, we don't mind."

I was a bit lost as to their sentiment, they hung around chatting amongst themselves for another hour or so before they left. Whatever their relationship was they were a close group of friends.

Shortly after they left Tom's uncle arrived with a friend, both were about the same age could have been brothers. I was introduced to Alan, Tom's uncle and John. Tom could see I was surprised at their Asian first names. He explained they adopted English names for business as Thai names are hard to pronounce.

John sat alongside me and ordered a round of beers, I could see Tom's and Alan's relationship was maybe deeper than family. Didn't know what to say, John enquired into my friendship with Tom.

That was easy to explain; we met here by chance a few hours back to avoid the rain. Tom added the antics of the girls who gatecrashed our table, given this pub's reputation thought we were together. Suddenly the puzzle came crashing together.

John came to my rescue when he said "Alan and Tom have been apart for over a week now and may welcome the opportunity of an early night."

My face saving crashed in flames as he added; "Would you like to join me tonight at my hotel, the Randolph, for a meal." I could never afford to go to a place like that on my salary, vanity got the better of me.

"Yes, that would be nice."

We said our farewells, John and I headed towards the Randolph, as we walked, I realised, I was casually dressed not smart casual, John, I think, was wearing an Armani suit, not that I would know. Pointed out I might be underdressed for the Randolph's restaurant.

"Then we can eat in my room." I didn't know wither I was saved or trapped.

His room, wasn't a room but a suite, with separated bedroom, bar, sitting and dining area. My comment about being casually dressed must have prompted him. After ordering cocktails and a room service meal, went to get changed into something casual. Things were getting deep.

When he came out of the bedroom, he had left its door open as he changed in full view as he talked to me. Was wearing slacks, a white shirt opened down to the waist and bare footed. I started to relax as he said.

"Take off your footwear open your shirt too, more relaxing."

I think I was under his spell, we sat together on a large white leather couch with premeal cocktails.

He was chatting as he moved closer me, there was a knock at the door; room service. The two waiters came in eyed us up, both sitting semi dressed, him in his fifties me early twenties. This had never happened before, sure I did the companion thing at college for a bit of spending money, all the students did.

I always confined it to public places never hotel rooms, except that one time my parents found out about.

We were in the Holiday Inn next to my college in York, it was busy as it was a racecourse day. His wife burst into the room, filmed us with her phone in bed together undressed. She created a scene that attracted a lot of attention.

Later I found out she had stage managed the whole thing, including paying me extra to be in his bed on Race Day. We were never paid by the companion, a legal thing, although the hotel room was in my name, a fixer had organised everything.

They were in the middle of a messy divorce arguing about who gets what. Made the papers with our photograph with conveniently placed black triangles, I was one of the local college student who provided paid companionship.

The meal was prepared by a Thai chef, really enjoyed it. John chatted about his upbringing in Bangkok, like me as a student did the companion thing; with extras. Asked me did I ever get paid to have sex with any of my marks, that's what they called them in Thailand?

Fear of being caught out lying, which I was not good at, I said no, but did go a bit further on one occasion, explaining the divorce thing, had also explored my sexuality before that.

Asked me to explain. "I was at a pub quiz night, someone older started chatting and buying me drinks had friends with him. We ended up in his apartment, over drinks subject of sex came up, I was asked.

"Had I ever had sex?"

Unsure of myself said 'no' they teased me about it, in a mature way. Confessed I was shy being naked in front of people. They assured me there was nothing to be shy about, the guy I was chatting with, asked me to stand.

I stood there letting him slowly strip me in front of everybody until I was naked, took my phone photographed me standing in turn with each of them dressed. They wanted more, said they would pay me if I gave myself a hand job, after a while I was hyper on a sexual rush, as they watched me, I became obsessive about climaxing to prove something; which I did.

I thought they were going to go further and have sex with me. They realised they had gone too far, I had just turned eighteen they were in their late thirties. It ended, somehow, I felt cheated.

One of the guys in my college class was gay, always hitting on me in a playful way to have sex with him, after a party one night I did. Really enjoyed it, he was passive it all came together for me as I banged him, my first time."

Confessions in the open, meal finished he lifted the remnants of the bottle of wine took it over to the couch pouring a large glass for each of us. We were now very relaxed, before we sat down he pulled my shirt up, unbuttoned it and slid it off. I felt him unbuckle my trousers and let them drop; I stepped out of them.

I was getting visually aroused as he undressed me, followed through by slipping his hands in my underwear band then slid them down ending up on his knees in front of me. I was now rock hard.

Never had a blow job before, I could feel myself build to a climax as I stood there with my hands on his shoulders. He brought me on and on until I couldn't hold back and let go, not a drip but a full blown blast.

I was now weak kneed as he sat me down on the couch, didn't know what was going to happen next, I was anticipating, hoping, for something erotic. He came over our lips touched, first time I tasted cum, he was half-dressed, me naked as we body rubbed together. He stood up led me by the hand into the bedroom, sat then lay me on my back on the bed, kneeled over me, laying naked with someone dressed leaning over you is surreal; asked.

"Ever been passive?"

"No."

"Let me show you."

Face down kneeling with pillows under my belly I felt something warm and wet reach inside, I had heard it called a 'velcro moment' that's a good description of what it felt like. Catching my breath letting the intensity of it subdue, could feel him now naked over me.

Hands on my hips I started to enjoy his tantalising stroking, then warm and wet as he slid in, I could feel him slide in and in, then, wow and wow again and again, I could feel myself drip. Gripping the bed clothes, my eyes watering then blurry as he withdrew, returned, withdrew, my eyes now closed I was in a trance. Rhythm changed, waiting in anticipation I felt his infill creep in and in. He was pressing like a finger in the dyke until he had unloaded. As he withdrew, I could feel a slow warm drain. I was exhausted as he rolled off.

Between alcohol and exertion, I lay my head on his chest his arm wrapped round me. We must have dropped off, it was dark when something woke us, the blackout curtains made the room featureless one mass of darkness. I could feel his hands caress my chest and back then he guided me to straddle across him and sit upright.

Even in featureless darkness I knew what he wanted, but not how, he guided me until I felt him slide in cowboy style. With guidance didn't take long until we were copulating in an all-embracing floating blanket of darkness. He was approaching climax then it happened, it was exhilarating as he blasted upwards, but over quickly. In the darkness we returned to our shared sleep this time I was being spooned like a teddy bear.

John was first up, opened the blackout curtains as the morning light exploded into the room dazzling us in our naked splendor. I could hear water running, John waved for me to join him. With his arms round my waist, we sat together in a warm bath as the water soothingly foamed up and bubbled-up around us. What we shared last night was soon washed away.

We could hear the two waiters from last night set out our breakfast. This time we walked out with only towel wraps on, any ambiguities they had about us last night were clarified. They smiled as they left knowing their gratuity would be enhanced.

Breakfast finished I could see he was craving for something, this time I led him by the hand back to the large white leather couch. Sat with my back pressing on one of the arms knees-up, wrap opened. He knelt over me for the next half hour we tested the couch for squeaks and creeks, they weren't any.

Recovering with coffee John's phone rang, taxi to the airport would arrive in an hour, dressed we went downstairs and waited in the foyer. It was then that I saw one of the Professors from the laboratory walk past and look at me, he was the Chief Scientist in the military division, I was introduced to him as one of the senior managers when I started at the lab.

John's taxi arrived I had chosen to walk home to clear my head, as I walked past the Jolly Farmer it flashed into my mind, I had been a 'weekend houseboy' like Tom. After experiencing it, thought it was cool.

That night I was in bed early, a strenuous weekend, when my phone rang, it was John enquiring if everything was ok with me would I like to meet up again; said "yes."

Mid-week in the lab all the first year lab staff, including me, were called into a conference room to be told, due to new US tariffs and staff requirements some facilities would be mothballed. Although not all of us would be kept on we would be interviewed for alternative positions within the five companies on the campus.

Two days later I attended an interview panel, Chairman was the Professor that spotted me in the Randolph hotel with John, later I found out I was also clocked in the Jolly Farmer the night before. Positions on offer would require high level security clearance, which would be part of the interview process.

For security I was to be interviewed by a retired Chief Inspector, I was to call him James, Helen from HR and someone who remained unnamed but sat and said nothing; spooky. James started the interview with "this newspaper article" showed me a newspaper cutting from a York paper, "tell me how and what happened and how much you were paid?"

Didn't see much point about embellishing or diminishing it, explained the companion thing that a lot of the students did, and my parent's reaction. "Before that?" Explained about what happened in the apartment and then with my college buddy and a couple of other guys after that. Interview was abruptly concluded at that point, didn't ask about Tom, Alan or John or anything since I started working for them.

Next morning before I suited up in my contamination suit, which takes a while, I was to report to Helen in HR. I had to wait an hour for her, before I was called in; bluntly said.

"I regret to inform you that we are going to have to pay you off after your escapades in York, what we are offering, if you leave now, is three month's salary, tax free; sign here."

I had blown it although it didn't seem to bother me, obviously they didn't like anyone who was gay, their pre-employment checks would have showed that up; signed and left. Made a detour well out of my way into town and to the Jolly Farmer, where it all started to have a solitary leaving pub lunch.

Who was there but Tom and Alan. Asked why I wasn't working, I told them, must have felt sorry for me insisted on paying for my lunch. Alan excused himself he had a phone call to make, I chatted with Tom about what I should do next. He suggested why not do what he does, money is good, you get to travel all over the world, sometimes you may have to be amenable, Asians really like European guys.

Alan came back in. "Have a question for you would you like to be a full time 'houseboy' for John, would mean moving into his apartment in Paris?" Now I knew what Tom meant by amenable.

"Yes, why not."

A few days later after closing up my apartment I caught the Eurostar to Paris where I was met by John at Gare du Nord.

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