The Kleen-Stuff Man

By T IM

Published on Aug 28, 2007

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I had just moved into town, ready to start grad school at a small college. I started during the summer session, and it was hot that year. One day, I hadn't been home from class for very long, and there was a knock on the door. I opened it and an attractive guy was standing there.

"Afternoon sir! Are there any stains in your apartment? I can get rid of them, because I have Kleen-Stuff! Kleen-Stuff gets rid of the worst stains. Mind if I come in and show you?"

"Uhh, well, I..." I stammered.

"This won't take long, sir, and you'll be amazed with Kleen-Stuff!" he walked in, and past me. "Ah ha! What's this?! A stain!" He sprayed at a coffee spill on the couch, and rubbed it away. "See how effective Kleen-Stuff is!"

I nodded, still off-balance from his entrance.

"OK, look, I've made my pitch. I'll ease up on you."

"Thanks," I said.

"But it's hot out there. Can I bother you for a glass of water?" he asked.

"Sure," I said, "Have a seat."

I got him a glass of ice water, and we talked a little. I told him that I was a grad student, and he told me that he was working this job until he decided what he wanted to study. "I just turned 20, got my own place, and I'll start college when I'm ready."

He finished the water, thanked me, and stood up. I walked over to show him the door. He turned and pointed, his finger nearly grazing my crotch. "I have a pair of shorts just like those," he said.

"They're just cut-offs," I answered.

"You pack 'em well," he husked, stepping in close. His hand was on my waist. "I'm done for the day. This complex was the last stop." He dropped his hand to my ass. His other hand cupped my bulge. "I don't have to leave if you don't want me to. I could stay a while. We could, you know, do stuff."

My heart was thudding in my ears. "OK," I whispered.

He pulled my shorts and underwear down, and had me sit on the couch. He sat on the floor between my legs. He stroked my dick while kissing my inner thigh. I felt his lips move onto my balls. I let my head drop back. He took my cock in his mouth. His head bobbed up and down. I began gently thrusting into his warm mouth, making little sounds as I did. A few minutes of his sucking and I came.

My head was spinning. I watched him strip. He stood near me, one knee on the arm of the couch, erect cock at my face. I was scared.

"C'mon, man. Try it. Suck me, man. I bet you'll like it."

I opened my mouth and he moved closer, putting just the head in. I swirled my tongue, around it, and listened to his moans. He pushed in a little farther, and then farther yet. His fingers took my head and guided me back and forth. I loved it. He was right! His breathing got ragged, and then with a shudder he emptied his load into my mouth. I swallowed it, not knowing what else to do.

He asked, "Care if I stop by again some time?"

"I hope you will," I replied.

We dressed, and he walked to the door.

"Wait!" I blurted. He paused. "Put me down for a bottle of that Kleen-Stuff!" I told him.

He laughed. "Only a bottle? If you order a case, I might let you buttfuck me."

"No, just a bottle. When it's used up, you'll have to come back and sell me some more."

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