I am a maid and I work for a cleaning service. One of the houses that I am assigned to lives a man who works from home, he is a writer. Sometimes he is in his office and sometimes he is running errands and sometimes he is watching television. He touches me, he likes to feel me, to gently touch my private parts, to gently touch my rear end, to caress my face and touch my hair. He likes to kiss me on the lips.

It is against the rules but I do it anyway, no one has paid attention to me like this in along time. I guess a gay man who works as a maid should know that a gay man is going to hit on him like that. He has shown me his penis and he has asked to look at mine. He has held my naked penis and I have held his naked penis in my hand. He has kissed me so many times. He calls me Johnny but my name is Andy, I call him Mr. Anderson and he tells me that he looks forward to seeing me and kissing my penis and letting me kiss his penis in return. It is so wrong, he is a seventy year old man and he can't get an erection, I have done everything I can think of but I have not succeeded, I wish I could and he wishes he could but I have to be satisfied with what with his kisses and his attention to my penis with his hands and mouth.

He tells me of the old days when he could, if his stories are true I wish I had met him then. But all I can do is do my job, spend a few moments with him and pack my cleaning supplies and go on to the next house. He waves to me from his doorway and I wave back to him. I clean his house twice a month. Those are the days when I enjoy my job.