Christians Induction

By Jase Jason

Published on Dec 4, 2010

Gay

Christian's Induction

Part Seven

It was three weeks before Mark was due back from his family vacation and, true to his word, Randy set about introducing me to the world of ass-fucking. This was not of my choosing and the biggest turnon for me remained sucking cock. He called me one afternoon and said he would pick me up in an hour. When he arrived he told me to get in the car and we drove down to the mall. When we arrived at this drug-store he told me I should go in and purchase an enema kit. When I entered the store, as luck would have it, a middle-aged lady approached me and enquired what it was that I wanted. I started to stammer and was looking around desperately for the cavalry but it nowhere in sight. I told her what I required and suddenly she assumed this put-upon attitude, pursing her lips in a straight line. I mean surely this was a legitimate purchase? How did she know I was not suffering from a bout of constipation? In any event she gave me what I had asked for, and of course when I paid for it at the check-out counter, I couldn't help but notice the bitch giving the clerk a knowing look. I got out of there as soon as possible.

As I got into the car, Randy laughed and said "Kinda embarrassing huh dude?". I gave him this dirty look and he merely said "Well babe, you had better get used to it. You got a lifetime of that ahead of you".

I don't want to dwell on the events that followed but Randy explained to me the importance of cleaning myself out, a lesson well learned as it happened. That night he proceeded to fuck me for the first time and I swore it would be first and last time. Famous last words. It was my first time and Randy was a clumsy oaf but I discovered that after that first experience, it did get better. It was never really my thing though. I only saw Randy two more times before Mark got home.

The day after his return, Mark called me in the afternoon, said the coast was clear and that I should get over there. He greeted me with a big smile and wanted to know whether Randy had "kept me busy" in his absence. I merely said I had seen him a few times and he opined "Cool, cool!" He told me that apart from this scrawny bitch he had hooked up with in the apartment block they were both living in he had had no decent sex. She was a complete loser and couldn't suck dick even if her life depended on it. So it was that I gave him a quickie blowjob "to settle his nerves" as he put it. I had to smile.

When he had shot his load, he told me to take a seat as he had something to discuss with me. Meanwhile, he went downstairs and filched two beers from his old man's stash. He then told me he had a present for me, nothing great but I'd probably like it. He pulled this used condom from out of the drawer next to his bed, and informed me he had shot a huge load in it just before I arrived. He told me to take it home with me and I could figure out later what I wanted to do with it. "I can guess though" he smiled.

He then got to the business at hand.

"Dude, I've mentioned to you before that I have been working on the rents to allow me to use Jerry's old basement apartment. The are slowly coming around to the idea but, being parents, they naturally have to extract something in return. So when I raised the matter this morning at breakfast, the old lady says let us see how clean you are able to keep your room over the next few weeks, then we can decide. Now dude, you realize how fucking important this is for me and, let's be honest, it would be nice for you too. Everybody knows that gay guys are exceptionally neat and tidy, so I was wondering if you would help me out on this one. It's not that I'm a complete slob either. Do you think that maybe twice a week you could come up here and clean up the place for me? Basically it would be a question of dusting the place, stacking up the books and magazines and DVDs, cleaning the computer (which is pretty important huh?), and putting away any clothes and shoes n stuff that need storing, and putting dirty stuff in the hamper. And, oh yeah, the bathroom would need to be freshened up.too. Wiping down the shower, toilet and basin basically. Maybe wiping the floor. Not a major job. I'm really depending on you here dude and I honestly hope you are not gonna let me down. So what do you say?"

What could I say? He was extracting another pound of flesh from me and basically had me by the balls. Maybe, I thought, it won't be so bad, so I said "OK Mark. I'll do what I can to help."

"That's fucking great dude! I knew I could depend on you." With that he gave me this big hug. "Help me get this suitcase unpacked dude. It's mainly dirty socks and undies so shouldn't take us long." The entire suitcase was packed with dirty laundry and, when Mark disappeared for a minute or two to take a piss, I took a peek at his undies. They all had piss stains and a couple even had a dried-out load. I could feel my dick getting hard.

When he returned, I asked him who did his laundry.

"Errrrr, well actually dude, that's one of my chores as well. But we do have a housemaid who does the ironing." I wondered to myself when we would cross this bridge.

"So dude, how about tomorrow for starters?" Mark asked.

I nodded and said "Sure thing Mark."

To be continued.

Comments, positive or negative, welcome at jase-jason@hotmail.com

Next: Chapter 8


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