Chapter 4
Michael went to school the next day as usual and I went to visit a couple of clients. I got home just after 11am, the light on the answering machine flashed incessantly announcing the fact that someone had called while I was out. I pushed the button and turned up the volume as I walked past and started to strip out of my suit. Sydney summer weather is hot and I needed to cool off.
"Hello Sir this is Lucas I was hoping that you'd returned home and that I could come back to work. I'll be at Uni this morning I'll call you when I finish at about 12 noon. I hope I can get back into it this arvo."
The machine clicked and the tape rewound.
I had stripped off my suit. I plonked myself down behind my desk and reached into my underpants to adjust my _c_o_c_k_ which had started to get firm. I thought about the phone call. It would be nice to see Lucas again and the house certainly needed a good clean.
I should explain:
About three years ago I had seen ad advert on the net from a lad looking for casual part-time work, at the time my house cleaner had been just been deported for overstaying her visa. I replied to the ad and took on Lucas as my house cleaner. I had suspected from the start that Lucas was offering a bit more than house cleaning given that his ad was on a gay site that featured uncensored personals.
My relationship with Lucas started out in a very businesslike fashion. He was studying at University and had two afternoons off each week, Monday and Thursday, we agreed that he would work for four hours each afternoon and that he would clean the house and do my laundry and ironing, a task incidentally that I abhor. Everything went very well for the first couple of weeks. Lucas certainly cleaned everything well enough and I must confess that I liked having the lad around. He often made me a tea or coffee and he provided very pleasant eye candy, if you know what I mean.
I had only owned my house (and the house next door) for a couple of years and while I had completed most of the renovations I had not yet installed the gym in the cellar so I visited a local gym once or twice each week to keep the beer gut at bay. I suppose I am a creature of habit because I always wore the same shorts, singlet and my favourite old puma jockstrap whenever I went to the gym. One morning I couldn't find my jock. I searched the dirty laundry, the clean laundry and all my drawers with no luck, I ended up wasting so much time that I missed out on the gym. I asked Lucas about the jock that afternoon. The resulting conversation brought about a change in the relationship between Lucas and me. I phoned him and left a message that he could return to work that afternoon.
I was in the study when I heard Lucas arrive, he had his own key, a few moments later he knocked on the study door.
"Come on in lad."
Lucas marched into the study and stood with his legs apart and his hands behind his head.
"Good afternoon Sir."
Lucas was naked except for a pair of lycra cycling shorts and his sneakers, his shortish blond hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. I stood and walked around the lad inspecting him. The dense forest of hair in his armpits was soaked with sweat, I could smell the ripe boy odour. Lucas never wore deodorant. The lad had a nicely defined torso, smooth and shiny. Fine blond hairs accentuated the muscles of his legs. The boy's erection became visible through the front of his tight shorts.
"Lose the shorts boy!"
Lucas stripped off his cycle shorts in one fluid motion bending at the waist & keeping his legs straight. I was treated to a fine view of his damp sweaty arse crack. Lucas' arse crack is surprisingly hairy for a blond lad, the first time I had him strip for me he was devoid of all body hair, I prefer my boys in their natural state so the hair grew back. I copped a feel of his firm butt cheeks as he bent further to take his shorts off over his sneakers. When he stood again I was treated to the full view of this good looking lad.
I sat down at my desk again. Lucas' hard young _c_o_c_k_ pointed straight at me. Lucas' _c_o_c_k_ is not large but it is beautiful, about five inches long it is very thick at the base tapering slightly towards the head, Lucas' foreskin retracts naturally revealing half the head when he is hard and its seems he is always hard when he visits me.
I moved my chair slightly and indicated that he should lay over my lap. I inhaled the rich smell of boy _s_e_x_ as I reacquainted myself with his butt stroking firmly and working my hand into his sweaty crack.
This was the way that Lucas' visits always went. We spoke very little preferring to concentrate on the physical.
I picked up the small leather paddle from its resting place on the desk. Lucas sensed the movement and tensed his butt. I waited until he relaxed then I let the paddle fall. The spanking was firm but not intense, there would be plenty of time for more later on.
Lucas' hard little _c_o_c_k_ stabbed at my thigh with each spank, I could tell that he was close to orgasm and I had no intention of allowing that at this stage. I stopped the spanking. The boy's butt was nicely reddened I stroked it briefly.
"On your back on the desk lad, legs up to your chest!"
Lucas obeyed eagerly.
I paused to take in the view. Lucas' arse was spread before me, I could clearly see his tight hairy hole and the pale unspanked area between his cheeks. I picked up the small strap.
The beauty of this position is that it allows the boy to see the man who is spanking him. The boy can see the stroke coming although he dare not do anything to prevent it.
I brought the strap down firmly six times without pause. Each stroke was laid neatly right into Lucas' crack directly on his hole. The lad would have plenty to think about as he carried out his cleaning duties.
"Get about your duties lad, I'll be checking on you so work hard."
Lucas got off the table and rubbed his buns briefly, his butt was obviously sore but his hard _c_o_c_k_ betrayed his excitement.
"No wanking lad!"
Lucas flashed me a broad smile.
"No Sir."
As usual Lucas started by collecting the laundry and setting the washing machine going, after that he would normally clean the bathroom taking time to prepare his arsehole for the attention that he knew I would be giving it later.
I heard the washing machine start up but I couldn't hear any activity in the bathroom. I went to check up on my houseboy.
Lucas didn't hear my approach because of the noise from the washing machine. The boy had obviously found Michael's spunk stained y-fronts in the laundry basket. When I peaked round the door of the laundry Lucas had Michael's underpants clamped over his face with one hand while the other hand worked slowly on his short fat _c_o_c_k_.
"Ahem."
Lucas released his _c_o_c_k_.
"Oh sorry Sir."
Blond boys are so cute when they blush. Lucas was blushing now.
I held out my hand.
"Give."
Lucas handed over the y-fronts.
I took them and put the over the boy's head in such a way that he could still see but the crusty spunky crotch was right over his nose and mouth.
"Get on with your work lad, I'll deal with you later."
Lucas' "Yes Sir" was somewhat muffled. The boy followed his hard _c_o_c_k_ out of the room.