Mr. Clean (2 page)

Stanley was upon him within seconds, still wearing his work pants that had merely been unzipped, though they had a stain on them which was in evident need of cleaning. Stanley threw both hands on the wall above Mike’s head, so his attention was forced upwards. There was a sharp look to Stanley still, and his hair was unkempt and his beard a day-growth. If Mike hadn’t been so scared that he was about to be killed, then he would have flinched at the cum print that had been left on his freshly cleaned wall.

“Enjoy the show?” Stanley purred with an angry edge to his voice.

“I’m sorry,” Mike said, raising up his hands in fear. “I don’t know what I was thinking, watching you like that. I just
—
”

“I think I know exactly what you were thinking,” Stanley growled, leaning closer to him until his breath filled Mike’s nostrils. It was surprisingly sweet, like wine. “It shows. Don’t tell me that you didn’t notice the signals that your body is now proudly showing.”
             

Mike flushed beet red. “It was just a reaction.”

Stanley grinned wickedly. “I’m sure that it was…So you normally spy on men in their rooms and get horny watching them jack off? That’s a quality that wasn’t listed on your resume, Mike.”

“I’m really sorry,” Mike said again, blustering. If Stanley told his employment agency about this, then he would never find another cleaning job again. Stanley was probably going to at least fire him. “Really, sir.”

Sighing, Stanley ran his fingers through his hair. Mike was once again taken aback by how opposite they were. Stanley was messy, rough, and loud voiced. On the other hand, Mike was cleanly, gentle, and soft-spoken. It was a terrible match, even for just a live-in maidservant. Maybe if he convinced Stanley not to tell anyone what he had done, then he could find a more preferable family to clean up after.

“Do you know why I wanted a girl, Mike?” asked Stanley with a grin. “Because I have a little quirk in my personality. When I get home from a business meeting with a bunch of sixty-something old men that kiss my ass, I need a serious drink. Do you know what drinking makes me?”

Mike squeaked nervously, “I don’t know…”

“Horny as hell.” Stanley grinned, pressing a finger that was still slightly sticky on Mike’s lips. He could almost sense the germs on it. “I was imagining you in the shower when I was working myself over. How does that make you feel?”

The answer should have been obvious, but his hesitation and exhale of breath said it all. He was not repulsed or turned off by what Stanley had said. In fact, he couldn’t even condone it, because the only one that had been in Mike’s head when he was in the shower was Stanley. The very idea made his face flush again.
What am I doing?
he wondered.
Oh God, oh God. I should run and hide now, but I don’t want to.

Stanley grinned brightly when Mike did not verbally respond. Unfortunately, his body decided to answer for him. He was still holding a towel tight across his front with his hand, but Stanley was already reaching forward with slightly sticky fingers, gently easing his thumb underneath and pulling the towel off of him. It slid to the floor with a flump.

If he could have predicted how his first few days would go, he would have not included soaking wet, naked, and horny among his guesses. He had never imagined anything like this. In fact, Mike was more turned on than ever before, which wasn’t that much of a feat considering that he had an obsession with cleaning supplies.

Stanley grinned and looked down at Mike’s shaft, which was now completely full mast and was eager for play. After that, Stanley moved his hand down across Mike’s back and yanked him closer, whispering in his ear playfully, “If this is how you’re going to be, then this cleaning arrangement is going to work out better than I thought. The expression you’re making right now is simply irresistible.”

Mike wasn’t sure whether or not to thank him for these words. After Stanley nipped his ear playfully, he began to run his fingers all over Mike’s body
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down his back, over his sides and hips, and especially down his chest, which made his body feel so heated that he had to brace himself against the wall. Stanley tweaked one of Mike’s nipples gently, and Mike let out a moan.

“I think that this place will like me the most,” said Stanley playfully, reaching downward and wrapping his big hand around Mike’s penis whole. He brought back his finger and stroked the tip. “What do you think? Do you like it?”

Mike more than liked it
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he loved it. There was only one problem…

“The floor,” Mike gasped with pleasure, hardly able to get the words out with Stanley fondling his body.

“What?” Stanley raised an eyebrow. “You struck me as kind of naïve and innocent, but if you want to do it on the floor, then we will.”
             

“No! No!” Stanley gasped twice, leaning his head against Stanley’s sweaty chest as he teased him. “I mean
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oh God
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it’s so
—
ugh
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clean.”
             

But it was too late. Already, he came into Stanley’s hand, and it dripped all over his finger tips and onto the floor. Mike leaned against the wall, breathing heavily, mouth twitched. Stanley leaned over him, putting a finger that was dripping with white stuff into his mouth and giving it a long lick. Mike, sweaty and breathing heavily, looked up at him and gasped.

“What’s the matter?” Stanley grinned, still sucking on his thumb. “It tastes like you.”

Mike flushed and gasped. “It’s dirty! Don’t do that!”

Finally, at long last, Stanley realized what he had meant about the floor. Stanley looked down at what once had been Mike’s germ-free wet dream and let out a barking laugh. Mike, who was too stunned by what he had just done and was still recovering from his first orgasm that he hadn’t initiated by himself, could not think of a smart of sassy reply. Instead he looked at Stanley with wide eyes.

“So you’re like that,” Stanley whispered. “I’m beginning to like you more and more. I’ll tell you what, Mike. I’ll let you clean the floor right now as long as you’re naked, and after that, we’ll go into the shower and I’ll let you clean something else.”

Mike, who was too naïve to understand, said quickly, “What’s that?”
             

Stanley took his cum filled hand and ran it over his own sweaty, sticky body. As Mike’s eyebrow twitched, Stanley moved his fingers everywhere, leaving streaks of fluid until hardly any remained on his hand. After that, Stanley leaned forward and gave Mike a hard, strong, passionate kiss that tasted like something salty mixed with wine.

“Me,” whispered Stanley as he drew away, licking his lips. “I’ll let you clean me.”

Flushing slightly, Mike nodded his head and looked around desperately for the supply closet. His head was so discombobulated that he had to be pointed in the right direction, though he had to visit the closet a thousand times earlier that day to get everything spick and span. Grabbing a tub full of cleanser, he then returned to the bathroom and got a lot of hot water and a spare towel. Stanley was watching Mike’s naked body so intensely that it made him uncomfortable in a thousand different ways.

He got on his hands and knees and put his fingers into the hot, sudsy water. Stanley stood directly behind him as Mike began to clean up the white splatter in a simple swaying motion, his fingers moving in expert circles. As he looked up just once, slightly embarrassed by Stanley’s prying eyes, Mike saw that Stanley was once again getting excited, his eyes glistening brightly.

“You have no idea how alluring you look,” whispered Stanley. “I love it.”

Mike, who was dripping wet and now covered in suds, didn’t feel too alluring. His butt was in the air as he cleaned, and whenever he swiveled around to get a different part of the floor, Stanley was moving right alongside him.
I think I got employed by a pervert,
thought Mike darkly.
But then, I’m playing along with his games.

After a few moments, Stanley approached him, grabbing him by his wrist and hauling him upwards. Mike looked at him in shock, wondering what came next. His experience with sex was minimal. In fact, he hadn’t even watched porn, unlike most of the people in his high school.

“My turn,” Stanley growled erotically. “Let’s go.”

“Eh!” said Mike loudly as he was half pulled towards the enormous bathroom down the hall.

They entered into it, and Stanley didn’t waste any time going through the preliminaries. Mike, who had been thrown into the shower stall that was far too big, turned around to watch as Stanley tugged down his black pants all the way and threw them to the side. After that, he shunted out of his white briefs and grinned.

Mike, who had never seen another naked body besides his own (and his father’s, but that had been an accident that he didn’t want to repeat), felt his eyes bulge. Though they were both about the same size, having Stanley coming towards him felt daunting and shocking. Stanley stepped into the shower stall and continued heading his way, putting two solid hands on Mike’s shoulders as he did so. After that, Stanley pulled Mike towards him with enough force to be passionate but not enough to hurt, pressing their lips together. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Stanley was an expert lover.

Slightly sloppily, Mike kissed him back, feeling their tongues intermingle powerfully. The showerhead released hot water above them, filling the scene with a mist. Stanley leaned down and grabbed the bottle of soap that Mike had been enjoying the smell of earlier and tossed it to him along with a hand towel that was now damp from the spray. Mike looked at them in surprise.

“Wash me,” Stanley ordered urgently. “You said you’d clean me, right?”
             

Mike, eyes wide, poured some of the amber liquid on the towel and stepped forward semi-hesitantly. At first, as he pressed the towel that was now covered with suds against Stanley’s tan, slightly toned chest, his heart beat hard with nervousness. As Stanley kept his hands to himself, though, Mike began to gain some confidence and felt himself grow excited again as well. Stanley produced so much heat that it was like he was an electric heater. The hot water from the shower wasn’t even needed. 

After Mike had gotten used to it, washing Stanley from his chest to his neck to his muscular arms, he moved lower towards his legs. After that, though, there was an area that still remained dirty. Stanley’s penis was so alert that Mike swore that it was calling him closer, begging to be cleansed. Mike reached forward with his hand towel, prepared to scrub away, when Stanley’s hand came forward and stopped him.

“Don’t,” Stanley ordered. “There’s something special I have planned for that.”

“Something special?” parroted Mike nervously.

“My turn,” Stanley responded, stealing the hand towel away while Mike was distracted by the somewhat horrifying words.

Unlike Mike, Stanley was not a hesitate “cleanser.” He was invasive and pleasurable all at once, going in all the places that Mike hadn’t even realized that he had. Stanley started at the hair, rubbing his expert fingers through Mike’s scalp with the soap, and then he used the towel to caress his face and lips. As he did so, Stanley put his now clean hand up to Mike’s lips and pressed his thumb against Mike’s bottom teeth.

“Suck it,” Stanley demanded quietly.

Nervously, Mike opened his mouth and took in Stanley’s finger. It tasted of water and of soap. He shut his eyes after a moment, using his tongue to maneuver over the nail and onto the semi-rough flesh. In due time, Stanley drew his thumb back out again, and it made a slight popping sound as he did so.

Stanley used his towel to rub all over Mike’s neck before he leaned forward and began to suck on the sensitive spot where the vein pounded beneath the skin. Having never had this done before, Mike squirmed and moaned with pleasure, which caused Stanley to only be more aggressive. Mike was so turned on now that he was practically panting. When Stanley drew away a few minutes later, Mike actually felt disappointed.