Mr. Clean Read Free

like this. In fact, Mike was more turned on than ever before, which wasn’t that much of a feat considering that he had an obsession with cleaning supplies.
                 
    Stanley grinned and looked down at Mike’s shaft, which was now completely full mast and was eager for play. After that, Stanley moved his hand down across Mike’s back and yanked him closer, whispering in his ear playfully, “If this is how you’re going to be, then this cleaning arrangement is going to work out better than I thought. The expression you’re making right now is simply irresistible.”
                 
    Mike wasn’t sure whether or not to thank him for these words. After Stanley nipped his ear playfully, he began to run his fingers all over Mike’s body — down his back, over his sides and hips, and especially down his chest, which made his body feel so heated that he had to brace himself against the wall. Stanley tweaked one of Mike’s nipples gently, and Mike let out a moan.
                 
    “I think that this place will like me the most,” said Stanley playfully, reaching downward and wrapping his big hand around Mike’s penis whole. He brought back his finger and stroked the tip. “What do you think? Do you like it?”
                 
    Mike more than liked it — he loved it. There was only one problem…
                 
    “The floor,” Mike gasped with pleasure, hardly able to get the words out with Stanley fondling his body.
                 
    “What?” Stanley raised an eyebrow. “You struck me as kind of naïve and innocent, but if you want to do it on the floor, then we will.”
             
    “No! No!” Stanley gasped twice, leaning his head against Stanley’s sweaty chest as he teased him. “I mean — oh God — it’s so — ugh — clean.”
             
    But it was too late. Already, he came into Stanley’s hand, and it dripped all over his finger tips and onto the floor. Mike leaned against the wall, breathing heavily, mouth twitched. Stanley leaned over him, putting a finger that was dripping with white stuff into his mouth and giving it a long lick. Mike, sweaty and breathing heavily, looked up at him and gasped.
                 
    “What’s the matter?” Stanley grinned, still sucking on his thumb. “It tastes like you.”
                 
    Mike flushed and gasped. “It’s dirty! Don’t do that!”
                 
    Finally, at long last, Stanley realized what he had meant about the floor. Stanley looked down at what once had been Mike’s germ-free wet dream and let out a barking laugh. Mike, who was too stunned by what he had just done and was still recovering from his first orgasm that he hadn’t initiated by himself, could not think of a smart of sassy reply. Instead he looked at Stanley with wide eyes.
                 
    “So you’re like that,” Stanley whispered. “I’m beginning to like you more and more. I’ll tell you what, Mike. I’ll let you clean the floor right now as long as you’re naked, and after that, we’ll go into the shower and I’ll let you clean something else.”
                 
    Mike, who was too naïve to understand, said quickly, “What’s that?”
             
    Stanley took his cum filled hand and ran it over his own sweaty, sticky body. As Mike’s eyebrow twitched, Stanley moved his fingers everywhere, leaving streaks of fluid until hardly any remained on his hand. After that, Stanley leaned forward and gave Mike a hard, strong, passionate kiss that tasted like something salty mixed with wine.
                 
    “Me,” whispered Stanley as he drew away, licking his lips. “I’ll let you clean me.”
    Flushing slightly, Mike nodded his head and looked around desperately for the supply closet. His head was so discombobulated that he had to be pointed in the right