Kevin woke to an empty house. It wasn't really a surprise but it was weird. His brother had been shy a few credits for his degree so he was spending his summer at school making them up. His sister was backpacking around Europe (or "slut-packing" as she liked to call it). His father was obviously at work and his mother was covering an early shift at work. His father said she was bucking for a promotion with all the hours she worked.
It was odd having the house to himself. Odd being alone for anything more than a few minutes lately. He made himself coffee and sat down at the kitchen table. He had nothing to do. He thought about the night before.
He'd never sucked cock in a bathroom before. He'd had offers of course, both to get and give, it just never appealed to him. It was too gay, too unseemly, too dangerous. And two guys! One of them black! A couple more firsts. And he hadn't even talked to the guys, didn't even know their names. How... slutty.
Not that he actually finished with the second guy.
He'd cum on the floor as the black guy was cumming in his mouth. When the black guy left the other guy took his place, standing in front of him with his dick out, like Kevin was a urinal or something and this guy was just taking his turn.
The guy's dick was about as thick as Kevin's and maybe tiny bit longer but definitely smaller than the black guy. He was really hard though and more aggressive. He'd held Kevin's head in place and swayed his hips back and forth, fucking Kevin's mouth, calling him a cum slut and whore and a faggot. It was odd because his voice and speech patterns were slightly effeminate, not to mention the way he moved. Honestly, if you'd asked, Kevin would have told you he was the kind of guy Kevin would expect to suck cock in a bathroom. Kevin would also would have told you he liked it.
The head of his cock hit the back of Kevin's throat a couple times, although he really didn't gag much; after that black cock this white one was too small to do any real harm. Kevin made no attempt to push back or resist when he did gag, if anything he tried to get the dick in deeper. He knew it was just part of sucking dick sometimes and had come to accept it, even enjoy it in a way.
Still, he wanted to get the guy's nut and finish. He'd just slid his long middle finger to the patch of skin between the guy's ass and balls when someone banged hard on the bathroom door. A loud voice boomed at them from the other side of the door. "Let's go, you know that shit ain't allowed!"
A realization of where he was and what what he was doing hit Kevin hard. He stood up quickly and fumbled with his pants to put away his limp dick zip them up. The other guy was calmer, more relaxed as he zipped up. He reached out to Kevin and pulled him close, kissing him on the lips, his tongue forcing it's way into Kevin's mouth as he reached around and felt Kevin's ass. Then pushed Kevin away and headed out. "No, he didn't walk out," Kevin thought, "he sashayed out."
When he'd walked out, Kevin felt sure every eye in the bar was on him. He blushed bright red as he walked stiffly to the exit. Somebody whistled as he stepping into the parking lot and laughter broke out before the door closed.
And now he was home alone, thinking about what a whore he'd been the night before and how he'd embarrassed himself. How he'd been called names. How he'd acted like a cheap whore ("No, not a whore," he thought, "whores do it for the money. I was doing it for the cum.")
It made him hard. He wanted to do it again.
Sitting there, at his family's kitchen table, he took his dick out. The smell of stale, dry sperm wafted up at him. He inhaled deeply and began to masturbate.
He had only just started when he heard the front door open and heard the cleaning lady call out. "Hello?! Anybody here?" Her English was almost perfect, but the Korean accent was pretty thick.
He had forgotten about the cleaning lady. He shoved his now hard shaft into his pajamas and sighed. Sometime during the past year his family had gotten so special and upperclass that they were too good to clean their own home and had to hire a cleaning service. For some reason it embarrassed him.
He had barely managed to get his dick in his pants before the smiling face of Mrs. Yee, a Korean immigrant, entered the kitchen with her son, Jimmy, in tow. She was carrying a small bag, he was lugging the real cleaning supplies. She wrinkled her nose and made a face as he stated putting stuff down.
"Hmmm, something smell funny in here," she said and turned to her son, "you start in here. Make sure you clean under sink and wipe out garbage can." Her English was good, very good, yet not perfect.
Kevin wasn't sure, but figured the funny smell might be from his dick. He wanted to leave. He didn't dare stand up though, he was still hard and the table was on the only thing hiding the lump in his flimsy pajamas.
He stared at his coffee as Mrs. Yee prattled off a list of things for her son to do.
"Mom, stop, I know how to clean a house," his English was perfect, no accent. "I'll be fine. Go to your mahjong game or whatever."
"You stop," she said impatiently, "I worry about you. I feel better when you tell me you have a good Korean girlfriend to take care of you. Then I stop."
