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I went into my small kitchen as Mr. Harris instructed and, removing all of the items from the shelves, placed them in boxes for easy storage. Mr. Harris had already begun painting in the main room and, approaching him, I asked if he needed any other help. He stopped and looked at me without speaking. I was uneasy with his facial expression so I told him that the semester was still a few weeks from starting and I had no other appointments for the next few days.
“You are offering to help me with the work here in your apartment?” inquired Mr. Harris.
“Yes. I can help you if that’s okay.” I said. As I spoke my eyes looked at the floor and then out the window. I was still just too embarrassed by the recent spanking to actually look him in the eye. However, in my own way, I wanted to let him know that I was a man and could move on from what had happened.
A small smile broke out on his face and Mr. Harris said: “Well, it’s kind of a warm day and with two of us the job will get done quicker.” He then gave me a short list of tasks to complete and I got busy.
We worked throughtout the morning and into the afternoon. My only break was to make us each a peanut butter and jelly sandwich (my one culinary speciality) which we ate as we worked. Mr. Harris even proclaimed it a “tasty” treat.
By the time late afternoon rolled around we had finished the painting. I looked around at how good my little apartment looked and I complimented Mr. Harris saying: “You did a great job. It looks so much better!”
“WE did a great job, Mike. You were a big help today,” he replied. “The paint smell is quite strong and, with the humidity, it’s going to be quite some time before it’s dry. Plus, your bed is piled with stuff and covered to protect everything. Do you have a buddy or friend who would be willing to put you up tonight?”
I thought about if for a moment and then explained to Mr. Harris that the majority of my friends were still off in other areas and would not return until closer to the start of the new semester. Looking around I told him I could make do and sleep on the floor of the small living room.
“That won’t be a very restful night’s sleep,” responded Mr. Harris. “I have a better idea. Pack up some clothes, your tooth brush and comb and you can bunk at my place tonight. I don’t live very far and then you won’t be breathing in all of these paint fumes all night.” As he spoke he went into my little kitchen, grabbed a paper shopping bag and handed it to me.
I took the bag and just stood there unsure what to do or say.
“Now,” he chuckled, “you’re not going to give me a hard time about this are you? I don’t live very far from here. My home is not the Ritz but I think you will be comfortable there for one night. And, it will be far better for your body to be away from this wet paint.”
I accepted his offer and went into my bedroom to get a change of clothes. As I was in there he reminded me to bring my toothbrush and comb. Everything else I might need would be at his house.
Mr. Harris and I loaded up his truck with his ladder and supplies and then pulled out onto the street. As we drove toward his house he informed me that he needed to make one stop at J.C. Penny and he would be not be in the store long. Soon, we had arrived at the store. Mr. Harris told me to wait in the truck and he would be back shortly.
He returned after only a few minutes. As he got into the truck he tossed a J.C. Penny bag to me saying: “Here, Mike. This is for you.” Then he started up the truck and pulled away.
I opened the bag and discovered it contained a 3 pack of white Hanes classic briefs. Apparently it was a promotional sale because the 3 pack actually contained four pair of briefs. Before I could say anything Mr. Harris explained that my underwear situation was pretty bad and he felt I needed some new shorts.
“It appears that you are a fan of those white jockey shorts so that’s what I got for you. And, they are on me. No need to repay me. I know that you are trying to watch your pennies so that you have enough to buy books and pay your tuition bill. Isn’t that what you told me this morning?”
I looked at the white briefs and felt both grateful as well as a little uncomfortable. Afterall, a guy had never bought me underwear before. But then I wondered if Mr. Harris was trying to make amends for the spanking he had delivered on my bare butt earlier that day.
“I don’t know what to say,” I said.
“Just say ‘thank you’,” he laughed.
“Thank you, Mr, Harris. It was really nice of you to do this,” I said. He smiled as I spoke and I think he felt good knowing that he was helping me out.
A few minutes later we arrived at his house. It was a small house but with a beautifully kept yard and some colorful flowerpots. It was obvious that this man took pride in his home and surroundings. I could tell that before we even entered the house.
Mr. Harris unlocked the front door an then invited me in. I stood in the entranceway just looking around. Everything was neat, clean and in tuzla escort perfect order. “Wow” I said. “You have a very nice home, Mr. Harris”.
“Very good, Mike!” he exclaimed as he patted me on the back. “Yes, it is a ‘home’ and not just a house. I feel comfortable and peaceful here and tonight I want you to feel welcomed. You are a guest in my home tonight and I hope that you enjoy your stay, brief as it may be.”
Mr. Harris then showed me the rest of his home and I told him that I was very impressed on how neat and clean everything was. He thanked me for the compliment but also told me that he had learned, while in the Army, that order and cleanliness made the rest of the day go smoothly.
He led me into his bedroom and, taking the small bag with my clothes, toothbrush and comb in it, set it on his dresser. “Now, before we go to dinner we need to get cleaned up and get these sweaty clothes into the washer.”
Looking around the small but comfortable bedroom I told Mr.Harris that I was very low on funds and could not afford to eat out at a restaurant. After stating that I looked away mainly because I was embarrassed.
With his big hand he tussled my hair and smiling at me said: “Don’t worry about it because it will be my treat. Nothing fancy. Just a burger and a beer. There’s a place 2 blocks from here that I like. And, the bartenders know me. You’ll like it there too.”
I started to protest but he asked me if I was going to give him a hard time about it. Remembering the events of the morning I said I would glady accept his invitation.
“OK,” said Mr. Harris “now out of those sweaty clothes and into the shower. I’ll get our clothes in the washer and we’ll have them ready in the morning. The bathroom is right there,” he said pointing to an adjoining door, “and you will find soap and shampoo in the shower. Towels are on the shelf.”
I started to undress and Mr. Harris took each piece of clothing from me as I took it off. As I got to my white jockey shorts he said that he would do a small load of whites in the morning. I removed them and handed them to him. Once again, I stood buck naked in front of Mr. Harris. With my clothes in hand he headed to the small laundry room across the hall.
Walking into his bathroom I was amazed at how clean it was. While a small space, he did have a rather deep shower with no door or curtain. I assumed that because of its deepness there was no need for one. Stepping in I turned the water on and stood there letting it run all over my body. It felt great!
As I washed my hair I heard Mr. Harris’s voice. He told me he was going to shave first and then shower when I was done. I rinsed the shampoo from my hair and looked out the side of the deep shower stall to let him know that I would be finished soon. As I did so I was both stunned and pleasantly surprised to see a naked Mr. Harris standing at the sink, his face covered in shaving cream as he carefully moved the razor over it.
His physique was breathtaking! The muscular chest was covered with dark hair and it tapered down to a very narrow waist. His legs were solid and thick but the hair on them was a bit lighter in color and not as much as the chest hair. But the center of gravity was his magnificent ass. Round and curved, it seemed to be the one hairless part of his body. For a brief moment, in the large mirror in front of the sink, I caught sight of his penis and testicles. However, suddenly I realized that I was staring, brief as my gaze was.
I disappeared back into the safety of the shower and reflected on what I had just seen. My own dick had started to respond and I took some deep breaths as I did not want Mr. Harris to see me with an erection. I also took comfort in the knowledge that I did hold one card that my host did not. He may have the muscles but I had a far bigger cock. As I held it in my hand I smiled at the knowledge that I was bigger than him. From what I had viewed, Mr. Harris was sporting rather large balls, had a somewhat small pecker. I looked down at my own manhood and smiled. There would be no need to be embarrassed about that fact!
As I was about to turn off the water, Mr. Harris stood at the entrance of the shower in all of his naked glory. Smiling he said: “All clean there, sport?” Trying desperately not to stare, I simply nodded my head. He handed me the towel and I exited the shower barely fitting in the narrow opening left by the naked hulk of a man and the wall. “My turn.” he chimed as he turned on the water. I stole one more glimpse of his muscled back and perfect ass and continued drying off.
As I stood in front of the mirror combing my hair, Mr. Harris called out from the shower instructing me to put on a new pair of the white Jockey shorts. “I want to make certain that they fit you properly.” he said.
I located the package of briefs and tore open the top. Taking a pair out I held it out so I could admire it for a moment. I just could not remember the last time I was able to üçyol escort put on NEW underwear. Hearing the water to the shower go off, I stepped into the white briefs and adjusted my own “package”. At that moment, Mr. Harris emerged from the bathroom drying himself. “Let’s have a look,” he chimed. I turned to face him and his face broke out into a wide smile. “Well, well,” he chuckled. “It appears that I got you the right size.”
“Yes.” I stammered, still a bit flummoxed by the entire situation. “I mean, yes, sir. They are great. I mean…sir…I…well…it’s been….I mean.” I could feel my face turning red as I struggle to find the words.
Tossing his towel onto the bed, the handsome and quite naked painter approached me and said: “Turn around for me, Mike. I want to check the fit in the back.”
I did as instructed. I could feel his naked body standing close behind me and then I felt his fingers inside the waistband. I froze in place. He tugged on the waistband a bit and then ran a finger over the left leg band. Again his fingers reached into the waistband and this time I felt him pull back on it a bit exposing the top part of my ass. He held it there for what seemed like an eternity but then gently released it back in place. As he did so his hand gently patted me on the center of my rear. “Looks like they fit you quite well.” he declared.
“Thanks again, Mr. Harris,” I said as I turned around. He smiled, collected his wet towel from the bed and headed back to the bathroom. Flustered and just a little bit excited, I grabbed the paper bag with my clothes and quickly put on my jeans. I finished dressing and, as much as I wanted to sit and gaze at his incredible physique, I decided instead to go into the kitchen to wait there.
Minutes later Mr. Harris emerged from the bedroom dressed in jeans and a white t-shirt. The t-shirt accented his magnificent chest and tapered waist. He smiled at me and said: “Ready for dinner, Mike?” I nodded and off we went.
It was a short walk to the bar that sat on the corner two streets down from Mr. Harris’ house. We found two seats at the bar and a very attractive woman, in a tight blue shirt, came over and said: “Well hello there Jack. Who’s your cute friend?”
I blushed hard and tried to smile. Mr. Harris laughed. Then leaning over the bar he gave the bartender a friendly kiss on her cheek. “Well, Sandy, I don’t know about ‘cute’ but this is Mike. Mike, this is Sandy. She’s the queen here at Conner’s Corner Bar.” He continued “Mike is a graduate student at the university and, since classes have not yet started, he has been helping me with a painting project. He’s a good worker so I’m buying him dinner. But, first, we both need a cold beer.”
Sandy roared in laughter at the word ‘queen’ and then told me that it was nice to meet me. As she filled two tall chilled glasses with beer I whispered to Mr. Harris that I did not really drink alcohol. He patted me on the back and suggested that I try the beer as it was cold, tasty and would help me relax.
Sandy put the beers down in front of us and Mr. Harris ordered the Conner cheesburger plate for both of us. I then watched as he emptied half of his beer in what seemed like a single gulp. He noticed my gaze and laughed. “Go on. Mike. Give it a taste. It will be good for you.”
I picked up the glass and took a long swallow. The cold brew felt good on the warm day and I had to admit that I really liked the taste too. “It’s good!” I exclaimed to Mr. Harris. He chuckled and rubbed the top of my head.
Sandy came back over and she and Mr. Harris chatted for a moment. Then Mr. Harris said: “I think that Mike and I each need a shot before those burgers arrive.”
Sandy put two shot glasses on the bar and then grabbed a bottle of whiskey. She filled them to the brim and I sat watching the entire process wondering what whiskey would taste like. She smiled at me and said: “Cheers, handsome.” I looked at her a bit bewildered and then explained that I had never tasted whiskey in my entire life. She looked at Mr. Harris and then they both started to laugh. “Are you serious, honey?” she asked. “What do they teach you at that university?” Sandy pondered. “I thought that all of you college boys had a taste for booze.”
Mr. Harris came to my rescue stating that I took my studies seriously and I had future goals that were important to me. He then emptied his beer and, setting the glass down, smiled at me and said: “Ok, Mike, let’s give it a try.”
He picked up his shot glass and, with a nod of his head, indicated that I should do the same. “Now, Mike, the secret is to down it in one swallow. It may sting at first but then you will feel a nice sensation throughout your body.” With that Mr. Harris raised his glass and, with a sly smile, winked at me. “Cheers, Mike” he said and then emptied the whiskey down his throat. I took a breath and did the same. It felt like I had swallowed fire! My throat burned and my eyes filled with tears. Sandy laughed at seeing my distress ulus escort and said: “Looks like you’ve got yourself a virgin drinker, Jack. Cheap date at least.”
Mr. Harris laughed at her comment and rubbed my back saying: “Good job, sport!”
Moments later, the cheesburgers arrived and I was happy to get some food into my stomach. As we ate them, Mr. Harris ordered another beer for us but I was only able to finish half of mine. As I sat at the bar I was feeling quite relaxed and also a bit unsteady. Clearly, the beer and the whiskey were having an effect on me but I didn’t want to seem like a “newbie” to my host.
We finished our meal and Mr. Harris paid the bill leaving a most generous tip for Sandy. The sexy bartender leaned over the bar and gave Mr. Harris a kiss on his lips. I got off of the bar stool and held on to the bar for a moment as I got my barings. Mr. Harris noticed my situation and chuckled saying: “Com’on, Mike. Better get you back home.” I told him that I was fine and we exited Conner’s Corner Bar.
Fortunately we only had to walk two blocks because my path on the sidewalk was definitely not a straight one. Mr. Harris would grab my shoulder from time to time to help me stay on the walkway and I was glad when we finally reached his small house.
When we stepped inside, I removed my shoes, and I pointed to the sofa in the living room and said: “I’ll just crash there for tonight.”
But Mr. Harris had other plans. He turned me toward his bedroom and said: “There’s plenty of room in my bed for the two of us. That old sofa will not provide you with a good night’s sleep.”
We entered the dark bedroom. The only light coming into the room was from a lamp in the nearby hallway. Mr. Harris led me to the bed and standing behind me put his hands on my shoulders. “I take it you are not used to liquor. Is that right, Mike?” I simply nodded my head in agreement feeling both a bit embarrassed as well as a little excited to feel his big hands rubbing my shoulders.
Moving his hands down to my waist he freed my shirt from my jeans and lifted it over my head tossing it onto the nearby chair. He moved his body closer, and I could feel his breath on my neck. His hands massaged my back and soon rested on my waist. Silently he undid my belt buckle and unzipped my jeans. Gravity took over and they fell to my ankles. “Step out of your pants, Mike” spoke Mr. Harris in a soft yet somewhat authoritative voice. I did as he instructed and now stood there in just my white briefs.
I was excited yet a bit scared and I think that Mr. Harris picked up on both of these emotions. “Relax, Mike” he whispered as his large hands rubbed my chest and stomach. His right hand moved around to my butt and he gently cupped my right cheek. He ran his hand slowly over the fabric of the briefs and inserted a finger under the elastic leg band. The sensations were making my knees weak and definitely awakening my flacid dick.
“You’re a handsome young man,” whispered Mr. Harris. My face blushed and I felt incapable of forming the words to simply say thanks. He sensed my nervousness and drew me close to his body. His crotch now nestled my brief covered butt. Putting his arms around my waist he kissed the back of my neck and said: “Try not to be nervous. I would never do anything to hurt you. In fact, perhaps I can even teach you a few lessons tonight.”
“Teach…teach me?” I said as my voice haltered a bit. “Tonight?” I said in a barely inaudible voice.
He drew me in closer and pressed his crotch firmly against my butt. “Yes, Mike. But I need you to trust me. Tonight will be about trust. Can you trust me, Mike?” spoke Mr. Harris. Then in a low almost gravelly voice he said: “Will you trust me, Mike?”
As his hands rubbed my bare chest I nodded and indicated that I was placing my trust in him. He kissed the back of my neck and I felt his fingers slowly drift down my body until they found the elastic waistband of the jockey shorts. He playfully snapped the back of the waistband and chuckled. Then with his thumbs inserted on the sides he slowly lowered the back of my shorts. I closed my eyes as I felt the night air dancing on my now exposed ass.
His hands now moved to the front of my body and he gave a slight tug on the front of the shorts but the fabric stopped. His hand gave my exposed rear a slight slap and he whispered: “It appears that your briefs are caught on something.” Before I could respond, his left hand came around and grabbed my growing penis. It was caught in the folds of the briefs and he gripped it saying: “Wow. Seems you are a bit excited, Mike. You must like my hands on your body.” As he spoke he freed my dick from the confines of the shorts pushing them past my knees. His fingers gently stroked the head of my erection and my knees startled to buckle under this most pleasureable sensation. But the strong arms of Mr. Harris steadied me as his fingers examined my growing dick.
As he held me close to his body, my briefs finished their descent and soon rested on the floor below my ankles. “Now, we don’t want your clean, new briefs on the floor do we, Mike?” inquired Mr. Harris. As he spoke he reached down and instructed me to lift one leg at a time. He then held my new Hanes briefs in his hand as if he held a prize. Carefully, he placed them on the bedpost of the bed and then turned me around so I was facing him.
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