AT HIS SERVICE

A new series beginning 12/15/08.  Hope you will enjoy it.


Tatum Montgomery walked through the garage door to his new house he had specially designed for his wants and needs.  He tossed off his tie and headed straight to his personal bar.  He poured a stiff drink and kicked back in his modern living room with the day’s paper.  He checked the classified ads to begin and looked over the ‘Houses for Sale’ section to scope out any potential bargains and/or prospective listings for his personal real estate company.  Tatum started young in the real estate business and now at the age of 36, he was well off after years of hard work and hard sales along with stepping out to start his own company at the age of 30.  He was proud of what he had accomplished over the past 7 years and now showcased his sizable wealth in his newly constructed home set on 5 wooded acres just outside a growing suburb.

He walked around the house after partaking one drink to begin his weekend.  In the past, he dreaded weekends since it meant selling real estate or open houses.  Now that he was in control, his agents were left with the duties on the weekend that is if they wanted a paycheck.  He cursed his growing laundry and worse the grimy condition his kitchen was in.  He hated cleaning more than anything in the world.  

He logged on to his laptop in his home office to begin searching for a cleaning service.  He scanned the popular commercial clean services but lacked the trust needed to employ them.

Tatum tired of his search and searched the personal ads for some male company for the night or even better, the weekend.  He saw an ad for a “houseboy”.  His brain clicked in and knew that would be ideal for his situation since he no longer had a partner, male or female.  Early in life, Tatum married to detract attention from his gay feelings.  After 2 years of marriage and hating it, Tatum divorced his wife.  He stayed single until he went out on his own in business.  He secretly had different male lovers until he came out to everyone.  His sexuality didn’t adversely affect his business since he rarely sold or listed property.  The only listings or sales he took were ones that were high dollar and the clients personally requested his services.

Initially Tatum was skeptical of the idea of a houseboy.  He logged off his laptop, grabbed another drink and walked outside in the nice spring weather.  He found a chair by the pool and listened to the nearby waterfall of his pool.  His mind was constantly playing over the scenarios of a male servant.  He liked the idea of a younger man since his male experiences had previously been with males his age or older except for a crazy vacation to the coast. 

He walked back in and searched the internet to see what he was up against as far as types of males and services offered.  He found a few ads and enjoyed the looks of the males.  He answered an ad out of curiosity to see what the young male offered and the cost involved. 

The next day, Tatum was surprised to see an email from the ad.  He read the email carefully.  He wrote down what was offered but saw the young man was only available at certain times and certain days.  The more he thought about it, he desired a full-time houseboy who could live at the house, which would make Tatum feel more secure about leaving each day and provide him with constant companionship.

After lunch, which was a turkey on rye, Tatum thoughtfully composed his own ad.  If nothing else, he could begin a search for the perfect houseboy.  He carefully typed in his ad and placed on the website.  He smiled and hoped for the best.

It was a few days before Tatum received a response.  He was shocked when he opened the email to find a nude photo of the young man offering his services and more.  The more he read the email the more he was intrigued by the 23 year old male that was there on the screen.  He quickly replied to the email with a cell number to discuss matter via phone.  

Tatum was relaxing while watching television when he heard his cell phone ringing in the other room.  He raced to get the phone.  He answered the phone to hear a young male’s voice, Barry Nevers.  Tatum was nervous at that moment.  He liked talking to the young male and eventually invited Barry up for an in-person visit on the weekend.

With the appointment set, Tatum now anxiously awaited to see the real Barry.  The next day, doubt and worry crept into Tatum’s mind about the reasoning behind Barry’s interest in the job. 

On an overcast day in mid April, the day of truth had arrived.  Tatum nervously looked at his watch as the appointed time of 11 o’clock approached.  He sat watching television to pass the time.  He checked his watch again at 11:15 and checked out the front door.  He was beginning to wonder if Barry had second thoughts.  At 11:25, there was a soft knock at the front door.  Tatum collected himself and opened the door.

Barry was standing there.  He was the same as the picture if not better.  Barry had short dark hair, curved dark eye brows, deep brown eyes, full lips, a partial goatee and a tan complexion.  Tatum noticed both ears and lip were pierced as well.  Barry was in a tight printed T-shirt and low rise faded jeans that hung on his thin body.

“Dude, I seriously got lost,” Barry said. “I came this close,” Barry held his fingers close together, “to calling you.  I’m so sorry and know this ain’t the perfect way to begin.”

Tatum laughed, “Well, you did make it though I was beginning to wonder. Come on in.”

Barry stepped into the foyer and his eyes bulged from his head.  “Sweet place here, Mr. Montgomery.”

“Thank you, Barry.”

“Dude, this is freaking bad ass!” Barry said after continuing further into the house.

“I take it you like my new house,” Tatum smiled.

“Hell yeah dude,” Barry said with his eyes still darting around.  “Here I almost forgot to hand you the list of my referrals like you asked.”  Barry handed Tatum the computer printed list. 

“Here have a seat,” Tatum requested while he scanned the list.  Barry sat quietly with his big brown eyes taking in everything around him while Tatum looked at the list of various places of employment.  The only part Tatum disliked was the short time Barry stayed at each job.  He did notice that Barry had a degree in History from a local college but had never used the degree it appeared.  “Barry, I was wondering…”

“I know.  There’s not a lot out there for a history major.  My original intention was maybe try for law school.”

“I see.  You’re right. Other than teaching, history’s not much of a major,” Tatum smiled. “Any questions for me?”

“Umm… what exactly would be job here specifically?”

“Well… let’s see.  Cleaning. Laundry. Yard Maintenance. Pool Maintenance. Running Errands…mmm”

“So not your boy toy, huh?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“So your personal whore then too?”

Tatum eyes’ looked at the ceiling and felt odd answering the pointed question.  “Well…”

“Alright, I was checking.  You don’t have to say it but I understand my ass here to be yours.”

“We can work things out if we don’t click sexually.  So far, I haven’t had too many complaints,” Tatum boasted.

“I’ve heard that before,” Barry chuckled.  “What about…you know… do I work in the nude?”

“Barry, it would be nice with the pay I’m offering and the privilege of staying here.  I do expect a little skin.”

“I might be able to do it since you put it that way.  Do you at least wanna see what you spending your money on?”

“I suppose.  I did like your pictures you emailed me.  I see you didn’t send me any fakes,” Tatum stated. “I guess a little strip would be nice but Barry, before you think this job is in the bag, I do have to check your references and run other checks to make sure I’m not being scammed.”

“Mr. Montgomery, I totally understand,” Barry said.  He stood from his chair and pulled his T-shirt over his dark hair.  Tatum examined Barry’s youthful fit body with signs of some weight room work along with a few tattoos on his body.  Tatum loved the deep cuts at Barry’s waist and the treasure trail down his jeans.  Barry undid his jeans.  They fell quietly to the wood floors.  Barry groped his cock and nervously peeled off his blue boxer briefs.  Tatum saw Barry’s nice manly uncut cock that hung nicely above his hairy balls.  Barry was a tad nervous still.

“Turn around, please,” Tatum instructed.  Barry turned and displayed his nice ass with a little hair in his crack.  “Very nice, Barry.  I do like what I see.”

“Yeah right,” Barry said. “Now I wanna see what I’m dealing with as well.  I don’t think I’ll be disappointed but you never know.”

“In case you forgot, I’m the one doing the hiring,” Tatum firmly stated.

“I haven’t exactly accepted the job either,” Barry said putting back on his boxer briefs.

“I suppose so then,” Tatum said.  He quickly removed his button up shirt and displayed his hairy chest.  He was working on becoming fit but wasn’t there yet.  He dropped his shorts and displayed his printed trunks.  He could see Barry staring at the large bulge in his tight trunks.

“Damn,” Barry quietly said.  “Go ahead and take em off!”

Tatum smiled and pushed down his trunks to show off his thick 8 and half inch cut cock.  “Meet your standards.”

“Oh hell yeah, actually above my standards.  Dude, your dick is fucking nice!” Barry stated.

“Thanks, I told you I hadn’t heard any complaints,” Tatum smiled.

“I don’t imagine you have other than it’s too damn big,” Barry said and reached to feel Tatum’s cock while it hung down.

Tatum pushed away his hand, “Not yet there Barry.  You’re not hired yet.”

Barry smiled eagerly, “I’ll take the job if I’m worthy.”

“Now that show-and-tell is complete, let me show you the rest of the house,” Tatum said.  Both dressed quickly.  Tatum showed Barry around.  Barry was astonished at the size and the attention to detail around every corner.  Along the way, they talked so Tatum could get to know Barry even more.  He wanted to hire him on the spot but knew better than commit without a thorough background check first.

On the way out the door, Tatum asked, “Barry, by the way, do you have a boyfriend now?”

Barry smiled at the door, “No, not now.  I did have one not too long ago but he’s no longer in the picture.”

“I was checking.”

“How could I even think of taking or applying for this job with one?” Barry chuckled.

“I suppose you’re right,” Barry said. “I’ll definitely be in touch.”

“I hope so,” Barry said and headed to his older model car parked in the circle drive.  Tatum saw the car and knew his financial situation probably wasn’t the best in the world, especially after replying to his ad.  He knew in talking to Barry he had came from a single parent background and very lower middle class at that.  Tatum too was the product of a single parent household but his determination had taken him a long ways.

With Barry’s ‘resume’ in hand, he first checked the current address to see where Barry lived.  He checked Map Quest and instinctively knew Barry’s locale.  He knew the area well along with knowing it had the reputation of being a little rough and quite seedy at times.  He grabbed his Blackberry to check his voice mails and found a couple but none worthy of a return call at that very moment.  He tried a couple of references given and got no immediate answer at either place.
 
During the upcoming week, Tatum called each reference to see what they had to comment about Barry.  Some were glowing and others weren’t so great.  The ones that weren’t so great had to do with tardiness and absenteeism.  He knew that wouldn’t be a problem since Barry would be living on-site.  He liked what he heard in the area of work ethic.  He ran a background check and found one infraction of public intoxication when Barry was 19 and a very minor traffic violation. 

With as much information as possible, Tatum called to give Barry the good news.  Barry sounded excited and eager to start.  Both agreed Friday afternoon would be a great time as any to move in and begin.  Tatum had still one request and demanded a complete health report to know Barry’s status.  Barry laughed it off but agreed to do it in good faith.

Friday after work, Tatum drove home and eagerly anticipated the events to follow.  He had remained quiet about his hire since it was no one business what he did personally.  He drove up his winding drive and saw Barry’s older car sitting in the drive.  A smile came to Tatum’s face seeing Barry so anxious about the new job.  Barry jumped out of his car and ran to open the car door for Tatum.

“At your service, sir,” Barry smiled.

Tatum laughed but appreciated the gusto Barry displayed, “I take you’re ready.”

“Didn’t sleep a wink last night I was so excited,” Barry smiled.

“First I think you should move your things in.  Then you can begin in earnest,” Tatum said.

Barry raced back to his car while Tatum turned off his home security system and unlocked the front door.  Barry was standing there with a few clothes and a health report as requested.  Tatum showed him a closet in the closest bedroom.  Barry made another trip to retrieve other items while Tatum saw the report was perfect and clear of any STD’s and HIV-.

“I’m finished,” Barry said after two loads.

“Yeah right,” Tatum grinned.

“No sir, I brought everything to my name,” Barry stated. “Sir, I can’t afford them.”

“Barry, I’m sorry if I insulted you.  I know the area where you lived and all,” Tatum said.

“A real shithole, huh?” Barry stated.

“Seedy but yeah a shithole,” Tatum smiled.

“I’m ready to start,” Barry said.

“Okay then, pick a room and I’ll tell you what I expect,” Tatum said.

“I suppose the kitchen, sir,” Barry stated.

“That’s a great place to start,” Tatum said. “Follow me and I will show you what to do,” Tatum said. “Barry, you can cut it with the sir.  I appreciate it and all.  Also please call me Tatum.”

“Yes, sir,” Barry said.  Tatum looked at him.  “Sorry, it’s a habit.”

“You can call me sir but do ask for me by my name,” Tatum said.

Tatum led the way to the nice luxurious kitchen.  Tatum knew from experience kitchens were major parts of homes these days and went all out with top of the line appliances, cabinets, floors and countertops.  He turned and saw Barry stripping down nude.  Tatum pointed out where the cleaning supplies where and the function of each.  Barry didn’t hesitate and grabbed a cleaner for the countertops and began cleaning them.  Tatum watched his naked cleaner and smiled at the effort and the sight of Barry’s nice naked body.  Barry occasionally would glance over his shoulder, smile and shake his nice ass for Tatum’s enjoyment.

Tatum got his jollies watching and soon retreated to have a drink.  Barry looked over his shoulder and saw Tatum about to mix a drink.  He quickly raced and took the glass from Tatum’s hand.

“What are you drinking?” Barry asked.

“Gin and tonic,” Tatum replied.

“Have a seat.  I tended bar and do know something about mixing drinks,” Barry said.

Barry made the drink and strutted to serve his boss.  He presented the drink and a napkin to Tatum.  He leaned over and kissed Tatum on the cheek.  “That’s for everything,” Barry smiled.

Tatum sipped the drink and gave his approval despite the strength of the drink.  “Just holler when you need a refill,” Barry instructed.  He walked back to the kitchen and shook his ass along the way. Tatum broke off a smile and enjoyed his stiff drink.

About nine that night, Tatum was watching television and spotted Barry walking slowly his way.  Barry found the nearest chair and flopped his tired, naked body down in the chair.

Tatum looked at the tired houseboy, “Excuse me but you’re only just getting started.”

“Okay,” Barry said and pulled up from the chair with his arms.  Barry mumbled a few words while walking away.

“What did you say there Barry? I couldn’t make it out,” Tatum said, now barely keeping a straight face.

“Nothing sir,” Barry said without looking at Tatum.

“Get back over here right now,” Tatum said sternly.

Barry turned around and walked back to Tatum slump-shouldered.  “Yes sir.”

“You took this job to work for me, correct?” Tatum asked.

“Yes sir,” Barry replied again.

Tatum smiled, “Barry, you’re day is finished.  I was testing you along with joking with you.  I do appreciate the hard non-stop work you did today.  I’m beyond impressed.”

“Oh, thank God!” Barry said. “I’m exhausted.”

“I hope not so exhausted you can’t share a few drinks with me,” Tatum said.

Barry smiled, “I think I could do that.”  Barry walked slowly to the kitchen and retrieved two imported beers from the refrigerator.  He opened one and took a large drink before joining Tatum back in the living room.

“Barry, I would like if you sat next to me,” Tatum requested.  Barry sat on the far end of the couch from Tatum.  Tatum motioned him closer.  Barry scooted closer.  Tatum wanted even closer.  Barry sat next to him and took another drink.  “That’s much better.”

“I suppose now it’s time for the other part of my job,” Barry said.

Tatum touched Barry’s leg and ran his hand up and down it, “Barry, I’ve decided while you were working hard that the sexual part will be strictly voluntary.  I realize I could force you every night to have sex with me but I don’t feel as though that is really right.  When it comes times for sex, we will be on equal terms.  During sex, I’m no longer your boss.  If you wish not to have sex with me ever, then I can live with that.  I’m paying you to be my housekeeper, not my damn sex slave.”

“Sir…ummm…Mr… Tatum, I took this job knowing what I was getting into,” Barry said.

“I know you did.  My intentions were the same but sex is to be enjoyed by willing partners not some force contrived act.  Barry, I had sex at your age to prove things and it almost ruined my life.”

Barry looked at Tatum rather puzzled, “What?”

“I was married, Barry.”

“You were?”

“Hated almost every day of it.  It did it to defer attention that I actually was gay.  I tried fooling myself, my parents and my wife.  Now my parents are gone and never knew the truth.  Barry, I did it for the wrong reasons and took me a few years to get over it.”

“Tatum that’s fucked up but no telling how many guys makes the same mistake.  What does that have to do with us?”

“Barry, I don’t want to leave after this job and think sex is a duty.  I want you to think of it as a beautiful act of human nature.  I feel if I forced you then I might be misleading you and mess with your head.”

Barry opened another beer.  “What if I’m turned on by you and want you sexually?”

“Then it’s a different story and I’m not forcing you.”

“Sir thanks,” Barry took a big gulp.

They sat quietly together to ponder their situation.  Tatum stood up, “I’m going to my room.  The door will be unlocked if you are so inclined.”

Barry downed the rest of his beer while Tatum headed to his bedroom.  Barry threw the two empty bottles in the trash and kicked back for a minute on the couch.  Barry did something he shouldn’t have done and closed his eyes.  He was out there on the couch. 

After an hour, Tatum began to wonder where Barry was.  He fully expected Barry to be in his bed minutes after shutting the door.  He walked down the stairs and saw Barry sprawled out on the couch sound asleep.  He found a blanket and covered Barry’s naked body.  He returned to his room knowing there would be plenty of other nights.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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