Welcome to the Neighborhood

"Babe, run along with Mother. The girls are going to teach you how to cook like they do back home!"

Before I could reply, I was whisked away to the room which Romano Men did not enter. His mother threw an apron over me, and soon I was in a pasta assembly line, kneading and cutting dough. I couldn't hear much, with so many aunts, daughters, sisters, and grandmothers chatting, but there were no deep voices. When I looked to the floor, I saw only bare feet with painted toes, aside from my own sheer black socks, which resembled stockings. Oh no... I was the only man in the kitchen, again!

"Has Marc had you make him that spicy lasagna, yet, Joey?" an aunt asked while probing our relationship.

"Yes, I probably make it once a month!"

"That's always been Marco's favorite," his mother swooped in. "You'll be making thousands of those!"

The wives all shared a laugh about my future slaving away in the kitchen, just like they did.

"Make sure you freeze the leftovers, but don't keep them longer than two weeks. My son deserves fresh meals, don't you think?"

"Yes, ma'am..."

Sigh.... My first critique from my future mother-in-law.

"Honey, it's dinner ti-" Marco sped in, but stopped short upon seeing me.

I was rinsing dishes at the sink, with my pale pink necktie (his was blue) thrown over my shoulder. I had on a pair of matching rubber gloves, at his mother's insistence, and the gingham apron she'd loaned me. He came up behind and whispered:

"You look beautiful, baby boy. I love seeing you in my childhood kitchen. I'm gonna get you some of these gloves for our house when we move in, so we keep your hands soft."

"I'd like that, Daddy," I replied with a gentle kiss back.

"Marco, stop smooching your boy and get to the table! It's dinner time!"

His mother, who was always in a hurry (though, I couldn't blame her, feeding 30 was tough), ushered Marco out the door and into the dining room. There was one long table, at which about 15 men of various ages, from the oldest Romano patriarchs to the youngest cousins, sat. The guys joked and jeered as they awaited their homemade meal. I peaked out through a curtain in the kitchen, but on cue, Marco's mother handed me a plate and put me in line.

"For Marco. You will place it in front of him."

I was a bit confused, but as I followed the rest of the women and girls out into the dining room, I realized they, too, were assigned a male. Most served their husbands, but those girls who were too young or unwed served their brothers, uncles, and cousins.

I was so mortified to be the only guy standing; the only one barefoot. A few of the "real" men even snickered as I came up to Marco. It was clear that his family viewed me as his wife, and treated me accordingly. My cock tented to the twisted, erotic realization as I dined afterwards with the ladies, and all throughout dishes (which there's a hell of a lot of for 30 people).

"You've found yourself a special one, my child," Marco's grandfather commented as I handed my fiancé his plate, with an accidental apron curtsy. "Don't you let him go. I see the way he treats you. Such respect. Our wives could learn a thing or two from him."

The guys all broke out laughing, but grandpa assured them he was serious. The wives mock-groaned and scoffed. Marco pulled me in by the hand and kissed me, announcing to the room:

"I'd never let my amore go. Till death do us part."

///

We had to walk slowly down the block since the plug was large. Marco didn't mind, though, and put his arm around my lower back, letting me lean into him for support. When we got up to the first doorstep, I anxiously looked down at my outfit. The shorts showed more skin than any straight man would dare, and I was afraid to look like such a faggot. I was also afraid of how turned on I was....

My cock had struggled to stay still during the short walk, as I thought about passing cars, and the comments they might've made about the curious sight. A sexy man and his young trophy husband taking an evening stroll, both dressed for their domestic role. Maybe it put them at ease to see us conforming to their norms. To be so easily able to place us in buckets of "pitcher" and "catcher".

Marco didn't seem to care, either way, and was just happy to show off his beau. During the two years we dated, I'd slowly gotten over the embarrassment of the public acknowledging I was his "boy". That he shoved his dick in my throat and butt on the daily. They all knew, and once I got over it, it actually made me horny.

I flipped my boner into my waistband just before Marco reached for the doorbell.

"You must be the new neighbors!"

A pseudo-Dick and Jane duo opened the door and greeted us with a cheery smile.

"Hello! I'm Marco, and this is my husband, Joey. It's so nice to meet you!"

"It's great to meet you, too! I'm Clyde, and this is Debbie."

Clyde reached in for a firm shake with Marco, but for me, he cupped my hand gently and kissed it. It seemed men instinctively knew to greet me this way, now that I was a kept boy.

"So lovely to meet you, Joey. I hope you've been able to enjoy the flowers, they're beautiful this time of year."

"He was just out yesterday, picking roses in the yard! Doing a little flower arrangement. It's one of his favorite activities. He's really getting quite good at it. Such a lovely way for him to spend his time."

I blushed to the side as Marco announced my girly hobby to our audience.

"That's wonderful! Debbie's been doing the same. Maybe we could get them together some time, Marco, so they can share tips! Wouldn't that be great?"

"Joey would love that, I'll be sure to let you know when he's free. And, please, do the same for Debbie, so we can set them up on a little friend date."

It was so strange to stand silently while Marco and Clyde discussed mine and Debbie's scheduling, but every time Marco spoke for me, I felt closer to him. I loved that he cared enough to invest this much effort into me, and secretly, I loved that he was a tad controlling. Debbie seemed accustomed to being spoken for, and gazed lovingly at her imposing husband like a Stepford wife.

"Well, if I knew you were a contractor, I would've had you over for dinner last week! Come on, Marc, let's talk shop."

"Babe, Clyde's in construction, too, can you believe it!" Marco informed me excitedly. "We're gonna head into his den for a bit to discuss my upcoming project. I'd love it if you went with Debbie and did whatever you do when you're with your little girlfriends. That okay, baby?"

"Of course," I replied sincerely with a smooch.

I could tell Marco was getting along with Clyde, and I liked seeing him make friends, so I followed Debbie into the kitchen.

"Oh, Joey, you two are just so CUTE!" she gushed when we got out of earshot.

"Stop it..." I blushed.

"I'm serious! I can see it in the way you look at each other, you're deeply in love."

"Well, he is my husband!"

We both laughed and continued chatting in the kitchen.

"Joey, would you be a dear and help me with something? I'm trying to braid the lattice on this blueberry pie, but I just can't get the pattern right without another hand."

"Of course, but, um...." I pointed down at my pristine shirt.

"Oh, your outfit! Wouldn't want to ruin that. You know blueberries never come out! Here, borrow one of my aprons... Ugh, you look positively adorable!"

She gave me one that said "Kiss the Cook" and we went about folding the dough. Halfway through, though, the egg in my butt began to vibrate, and suddenly I lost balance. I gripped the counter to stay up on my shaky legs.

"Are you alright, Joey?"

"Yes, Debbie..." I breathed out heavily. "Juuuuh... just a head rush. Nothing to... ooooooh... worry about."

The sensation didn't cease, and even increased. I squeezed my legs together and closed my eyes, trying desperately to avoid looking like I was in ecstasy. The apron blocked my crotch, fortunately, so Debbie couldn't see the wet patch oozing from my leaky tip. She just kept gabbing away. Finally, the raptures slowed then stopped, as Marco and Clyde entered the kitchen.

"Did we catch you ladies gossiping? Oh.... sorry," Clyde apologized after accidentally referring to us both as female.

"That's alright, Clyde, it was an honest mistake," Marco assured him.

"No, we weren't gossiping, Clyde. That's not all we do! I was actually just telling Joey about the new dryer balls I got, and that they don't leave any static!"

"Thanks for the info, Debbie, I'll have to get some for Joey. He can't seem to keep himself away from that laundry room! Sometimes, I think he wants to sleep in there!"

"Oh, you know how they are," Clyde teased.

"I do," Marco confirmed. "And Debbie, thank you for loaning Joey an apron, and such a cute one!" He kissed me. "I'm glad he could help out with the pie, but I would've been heartbroken if he'd soiled his outfit; it's my favorite. I love when he wears it for me."

"I love it, too! It's just darling," Debbie agreed.

"So do I," Clyde added. "He looks dandy! Such appropriate clothes for a boy like you, don't you think?" he asked me earnestly.

He didn't mean any harm, and truly thought they were fitting since I was Marco's "wife", in his eyes.

I replied in the affirmative, with much humiliation, "yes, Clyde, I love them... Especially the shorts," I added with a smirk.

His eyes widened and Marco commented, "they're my favorite part, too!"

As we walked out the door, Marco told our hosts, "it was so nice to meet you two! We'll have to get together for dinner soon, Joey makes a mean lasagna!"

"We'd love to," Clyde replied for them. "Marco, I hope the new project goes well. I know it's high stakes, and there's gonna be a lot of stressful days, but the payoff will be worth it."

"Thanks, Clyde. You really helped me out earlier with that manufacturing screw up. You're great at logistics! Mind if I swing by, if anything else comes up?"

"Of course not, I'd be glad to help!"

Clyde then turned to me and crouched so we were eye-to-eye. His face was sympathetic, gazing the same way you would upon a helpless animal.

"And you, Joey, I hope your flower arranging goes well. I'm sure your husband would appreciate a little wreath or vase, or whatever silly thing you make, when he gets home from a hard day at work. I know I would," he nudged Debbie in jest.

"Maybe I'll have him make you one, too!" Marco suggested.

"We'd love that," Clyde replied.

"It's settled then, you send over one of Debbie's famous pies, and I'll have Joey drop off a seasonal wreath for your front door. How does that sound?"

"Sounds like a plan, Marco, I'll get her right on that. Alright, you two get along well, now. We'll see you later." We waved goodbye and I heard Clyde comment to Debbie, "such a nice couple. And that boy is a doll."

"I'm not quite sure how they... do it, dear, but I think we know who wears the pants," Debbie giggled.

"Yup. The shorts were a nice touch, but a boy like him doesn't even need those. We all know who's biting the pillow!"

"Oh, Clyde, don't be so crude."

"I'll be as crude as I want to be, woman. Now be a dear and get back to the kitchen. Let me know when dinner's ready."

"Yes, darling."

Marco and I heard the end of their conversation as we walked away and I asked him what he thought.

"I think they're a perfectly hospitable couple. Clyde seems a smart, respectable man who keeps his house in order. And Debbie, a dutiful, loving wife who obeys her husband. It's a nice dynamic they have, isn't it?"

"Yes, hubby, it is. Their house really was immaculate! I also appreciated Debbie's hosting abilities."

"Yes, she's a wonderful woman; a great example for you to follow. I'll be catching up with Clyde often, gathering some insight on running the business and household. It'd be nice if you spent some time with Debbie, too. I think she could show you some things that might come in handy during our marriage."

"I'd like that, Marco. She already taught me some stuff about baking, which was fun," I admitted truthfully; I actually did enjoy hanging out with her.

"Wonderful. Now let's go to the next house." As we walked, Marco continued, "by the way, did you like the little surprise I gave you, back there?"

"If by surprise you mean a vibrating explosion in my ass, then yes, I loved it!"

"I knew you would," he cooed, swooping down for a kiss.

"But Debbie almost caught me moaning!"

"Oh, don't worry about her. She and Clyde both know you're the kind of boy whose bum is supposed to be filled. He even commented on it while we were in his office."

"No..."

"Yup. Said, 'I don't mean to cross a line, but he.... you know.... is the one who....' and I replied bluntly, 'takes it up the butt? Yes, he is.'"

"So he knew??" I gasped.

"Of course he knew, and so does everyone else. But that's okay, baby, there's nothing wrong with that."

He kissed me to calm my nerves, then rang the second doorbell.

///

Our chemistry was instant when I became his employee, and it only took three weeks to start dating. A few people who'd seen us working already assumed something was afoot, since Marco couldn't keep his hands off me. We weren't even hooking up, yet, but he rubbed my butt whenever he could get away with it. Once we became semi-public, most people didn't care. Others thought it was scandalous, but they just wanted something to talk about.

Before officially dating, though, we had our first kiss. It happened in the car after we'd spent a long day at a job site, and he was driving me home. He started giving me lifts after the first week, when I told him I got groped on the bus.

"I'll fuck him up!" he grunted angrily, accidentally letting slip a bit too much emotion.

The next morning he picked me up, and I haven't taken the bus since.

Around the second week, Marco started bringing me to the houses he renovated. He told me liked me at my desk, where he was sure I was accounted for, but that it was important to get some hands-on experience. I'm not sure he had the correct definition of "hands-on", though, at least not in this context.

"Joey, you put sunscreen on your face?" Marco asked while applying more to my neck and arms from behind.

"Yes, sir, I didn't forget."

"Good boy! You have very supple skin. We wouldn't want you damaging it, now, would we?"

"No, sir..."

"Great! Then it's settled. You'll sit your precious bum on this bench in the shade, while I go run the show. I don't want you getting your polo dirty, Joey, or you'll be at the sink scrubbing for hours!"

I knew that was true; my things were to be kept immaculate.

I nodded, even though I kinda wished I could join him. He didn't want me in a hard hat, though, cause he said it would ruin my gelled hair. So I had to stay by the side, protected, while my boss and his rowdy crew joked and roughhoused.

"Alrighty! Got your sunglasses? Water?"

"Yes, sir...."

"Hey, you know I'm just trying to keep you safe, Joey," he said with a hand on my knee. "I don't want to see you get hurt."

"Thanks, Marco," I blushed, right as a plank came down and almost smacked a guy.

"See! That's not a place for a delicate guy like you," he tickled.

"Maybe, you're right..." I giggled back.

"I am! Okay, sit tight. And remember, stay in the shade!"

After about 30 minutes of scrolling on my phone, a blue-collar giant walked up.

"Sup, dude. So, you're boss's uhhh..." he read my shirt, "secretary? Isn't that usually a chick?"

"Yeah..."

"Well, whatever. You wanna see the house? It's fuckin' huge."

"Boss says I'm not allowed to. Doesn't want me getting dirty."

"Ha, that's cute," he commented, while rubbing some of his own grime onto his overalls. "I guess a secretary should stay out of the men's work, huh?"

"I guess..." I whispered, my cock throbbing to this guy's casual evisceration of my manhood.

"Alright then, whatever boss says."

Before leaving, he smirked and gave me a handshake, something that I'd wished he hadn't. My palm now slick with mud, and I accidentally wiped some on my shirt. I was frantically pouring water on it, rubbing with my fingers to remove the stains, but they only spread. I looked over to the house and heard the construction workers laugh at my apparent obsession with cleanliness, which was really at Marco's request. It was embarrassing to be viewed as prissy, but Marco came over to make me feel better when he saw my hysterics.

"Awww, sweetie, what'd I say about keeping your shirt clean?"

"I'm sorry, sir...."

"Ah, don't worry about it. I'll even let ya use my wash later, if you want, so you don't have to go to the laundromat."

"That'd be nice, sir!"

"Great, you'll come home with me after this. But before that, let me show you the reno, since you're already muddy!"

He gave me a hard hat and brought me to the house, which was really a mansion. Buff guys in wife beaters were all over the walls and rafters, hanging from cables. Marco held my hand tightly as we walked through the precarious environment. At one point, I slipped and skinned my kneecap. It didn't really hurt, but Marco freaked out and started mending it.

"I'm gonna take him home now, boys. Joey's better suited for an office, anyways. Gonna keep him inside on receptionist duty for a bit, while he heals up."

"Haha, okay, boss. You two have fun," one of the foremen replied, with mock kissing sounds.

They must have assumed Marco had a thing for me, especially after he carried me to his truck. They would have been right, as that night, we shared our first kiss. In the car, he placed his hand on my scraped knee. He left it there for most of the drive, and kept kissing his palm before placing it back.

"You feel okay, Joey?"

"Yeah, it doesn't hurt too bad..."

"Good." He moved his hand from my knee to my exposed thigh. "You have real nice legs, Joey, you know that? I couldn't help but think it from the moment I saw you."

"Marco... that's sweet of you to say," I whispered back with a lustful squirm.

"I'm serious, that's why I got so upset when you got hurt," he confided, while still stroking. "You know, Joey, I think your legs would look real pretty if you shaved 'em."

"W-what, Marco?"

"Come on, you know they'd look good."

"I guess...."

"So you'll do it for me, Joey? I'd really like if you did."

His other hand was holding mine, when I replied, "yes, Marco, I'll shave my legs for you...."

"Thank you, sweetie, it'd mean the world to me." He moved a hand to the back of my neck. "You like doing things for me, Joey? Being my secretary? You like pleasing me?"

"Ummm....."

"It's okay, Joey, there's nothin' wrong with it, if you do. You like pleasing me, and I like keeping you safe. That's why I put you over to the side at the site today. So you wouldn't get hurt."

"Ummm... yea, that makes sense, I guess. To be honest, I was a little weary of hanging out with those guys, anyway. And, sir..."

"Yeah, Joey?"

"I do like pleasing you...." I finally got out, though it was barely audible.

"Does that mean you like me, Joey? Cause I think you know I like you. A lot."

I could only do half a nod before Marco dove in for our first kiss.

"Well, that was nice," he basked after.

"Yeah, it was," I replied with a smile, and we held hands the whole way to dinner.

Marco treated me to a restaurant and movie, since I'd been a good assistant. Now, the outing doubled as a date.

After that, things moved quickly because we spent so much time together. Most mornings, I'd wake up fondling Marco's naked bulge. I'd gotten into the habit of sleeping over at his apartment, and even moved some of my stuff in. Sometimes at breakfast, he'd let me pull his sausage out to suck up a creamy treat. Other times, he'd pound me over the table.

"Oooo, baby! Eat me deeper!" I begged one night in his bed.