I was in my last year of high school, I had just turned eighteen and was doing odd jobs to supplement my need for money. I grew up in a small town, everyone knew almost everyone, I so wanted to move to the big city once I graduated.

Mom and Dad wanted me to stay in small town, staying close to family as Mom said it. I wanted to spread my wings, be the real me, explore the gay nightlife. Meet men and have my first actual gay sexual encounter, I was a good catholic boy, we kept it in our pants, I even barely jerk off that often. There was not one person in my school I wanted to have sex with anyways.

Our neighbor next door his wife had taken ill, she was on deaths door, my Mom went to visit her in the hospital. The next night she passed away, we all attended the funeral, every one brought over food for her grieving husband. He was a rugged man, tall, slim wore coveralls all the time, worked in a garage, he was the best mechanic in town.

He was a rough guy, he actually scared me a bit, he was hetero all the way, for a gay boy like myself I did not go near the man. He gave me this look when I was confronted by him, our family went to his home after the funeral. It was a terrible mess, dishes piled up, the floors felt like you were walking on gravel.

My Mom was mortified that he lived in these conditions, she of course offered my services to cook and clean for Mr Reynolds. My jaw hit the floor, I would have to be alone in this man’s house, I would have to cook clean and take care of him. I could tell you I was not looking forward to cleaning this house it was a disaster.

The next day I would go after Mr Reynolds would be gone for work, I walked in the door of course was not locked. I istanbul travesti turned on some music and started in the kitchen, there were mountains of dishes to start with, most would need to soak. I swept then washed the floor, I found colors on that floor that I did not know were on it.

I cleaned for hours, I got laundry sorted and the washer would be busy for a few days, the closet and the dresser drawers were virtually empty. I stripped the bed and made it with fresh sheets, I even washed the blankets for his bed. I went thru the freezer to see what I could make for him for dinner, I found a lasagna that I could warm up for him.

I was buzzing around that house from room to room, I vacuumed, I picked up garbage, empty beer bottles. I even vacuumed his lazy boy chair, the tv had a layer of dust on the top and the screen was hard to actually see. I was in the kitchen folding clothes, I looked up into the living room, the place looked completely different.

I got his clothes all folded and put into drawers, his shirts hung up some of them I even ironed, I got the lasagna in the oven and more laundry folded. I heard his truck pull in the drive, I can tell you I was more than a bit nervous.

He came in his eyes scanned the entire house, he was about to just walk in with his work boots on, but took a second look and untied them. I watched him as he came into his home, he looked everywhere, I knew he was amazed at how clean it all was.

I went to the fridge and grabbed him a beer, I opened it and handed it to him, he smiled toasted his bottle at me and went to his recliner. I got the table set and checked on the lasagna, I put on some more shredded cheese and got him another beer. istanbul travestileri I walked in the living room and handed him a full bottle taking his empty.

“Dinner will be ready in a few minutes Sir.”

He did not respond he tilted his head at me, I got the lasagna out and on the table, I scooped out a large portion for him and called him in to eat. He did not have much for food in the house, he did not even have a loaf of bread that was not spoiled.

He came in and took a seat, I asked if he wanted something else to drink, I told him the milk was spoiled so I threw it out. I suggested water, he nodded once again, I was sure I was making him as uncomfortable as he was making me. I waited till he was done eating and took his plate and washed the dishes and wrapped the lasagna for another time.

He went back into his living room and took a seat, I cleaned up and told him I would go but be back tomorrow to finish off what I had started. Again he nodded, no response, just a nod, I walked out and walked home. This would be harder than I thought, if he was not going to talk to me at all, I would be so uncomfortable.

The next day was not so daunting, the house looked so much better, he left me money to pick up some groceries for him, a short list of things he wanted. He had left his dirty clothes in a pile in the bedroom, I made his bed, then did more laundry, the pile never seemed to end. I called Mom to pick me up later so we could go get him some groceries.

I got what he asked for a few more things including a case of beer, I put on a roast with potatoes and carrots. I would make gravy to go along with it, I would ask him if he wanted a lunch for the next day. He travesti istanbul came in took off his boots and went in the bathroom to clean himself up, he took a long shower and came out a new man.

His long hair and untrimmed beard made his look so ruggedly handsome, dam he was a hot guy, my cock seemed to like what I was looking at. He had on a clean tee and a well worn pair of sweats, I handed him a beer and he went to his recliner. I got dinner made and asked him to come and sit to eat, he came in I had all the food on the table.

He actually seemed to be impressed, he filled his plate and took a bite of the roast, he actually smiled.

“Billy you could join me for dinner, I really hate to eat alone.”

I grabbed a plate and filled my plate.

“How was your day Sir?”

“My day was good Billy, knowing I have you here to cook and clean for me makes my day that much better actually.”

“Thank you Sir, appreciate it.”

“Billy stop calling me Sir, my name is John.”

I smiled at him, he and I had nothing in common, he was this rugged tough, hetero male, and I was this twink young gay dude. He and I smiled at each other a few times, he told me what a great cook I was, the food was delicious.

He seemed to relax, he was less on edge now, he sat back rubbing his small belly.

“Hope you saved room for desert, I made brownies.”

“Oh no Billy I can’t eat another bite right now.”

“How about just a small one?”

He smiled at me and gave in.

“Okay just a small one.”

When I went to give him his brownie, our hands touched, I had never felt anything like this before, a shock ran through my entire body. I stood beside him staring at him, I so wanted to lean in and kiss the man. I sat and ate a brownie with him I asked if he needed a lunch to bring to work, he said that would be great. I made his lunch, cleaned up and headed home. Once home I went in and jerked out two loads thinking about him, imagining him naked.