This was an experience that I had remembered from a while back . I was 21 years old and I was in a bit of a rut trying to find work and had no luck. Summer came and my family told me I had to find something soon or they were gonna make me go work with my uncle at his job outdoors. In Texas the heat during the summer is always too much so I tried looking even on the randomness of places in hopes of finding something. I was on Grindr one day and saw an older gentleman (53 ) 6”0 tall and was athletic looking who seemed nice. We talked about movies and stuff we do for fun. A few days of talking I mentioned to him how I’ve been searching for a job and how urgent it is for me. That’s when he said “what a coincidence me and my husband (55) are looking for a part time houseboy to help us take care of our property. We talked a bit about it and I was hooked. A indoor job ? Pay is $15 an hour? Sign me up ! We talked more about it and that following weekend I drove out to go visit the place.
Years ago, fresh out of high school, I had an older friend that worked with me at a local restaurant. All the girls thought he was the most handsome guy in our orbit and they all swooned when he walked in. Me on the other hand, skinny, kind of nerdy, and super shy! Either way I struck up a great friendship with my older colleague and he in fact became a bit of a mentor to me. (To be fair I was 18 and he was 22, so not like a "daddy" mentor). So occasionally we would sneak to the top of the place we worked and drink a couple beers and laugh about the circumstances of being in a small town and how limited it felt. You know the usual shit. On a particular night he decided he had to pee and didn't want to go downstairs to do it so he pulled out his cock in front of me and started to piss. Even though I had a GF and felt very straight, I got hard. He saw it and asked if I liked it... Needless to say I responded with, "yeah it looks cool!" -/ so stupid right? He told me since I'd seen
A couple of weeks later we decided to drink some beers and hang out at my house while my parents were away. Suffice to say I think we both knew where the night was going we just needed some liquid courage to get there. After playing basketball and drinking beer we decided to take showers, separately oddly enough. So we go upstairs to my room and we're both already in our underwear, a little tipsy and goofing around. Almost as if in a "modern" porn script we started wrestling. (This was all pre-PornHub btw). Now this was about the time that everyone wore those silly CK underwear, so he's wearing the boxers and I was wearing the little boy briefs with the high hips. He was a lot taller than me and way stronger so it didn't take long and I was on my stomach with him on top of me and my little briefs pulled to the side from wrestling. We're both laughing and he started slapping my butt cheeks telling me how hairless I was. I could feel his hard on every time he would lean over and cal
Ever been stuck in the middle before? Tossed around like you’re the monkey in the middle, or the flag tied around a rope being tugged at both ends? You’d think that the middle job is the easiest, that all you have to do is be tossed around and make a choice– a decision. But no one talks about the horrors that come with being in that middle ground and the feelings you’re bound to hurt. No one talks about what affects the monkey, or how that tied flag feels. It’s always about the players– always. And we’re taught not to hate them, to hate the game instead. Well fuck that. It was a hot summer day back home in Florida, far gone from the calming campus at Vanderbilt University. But summer calls, and home awaits. My home, despite the way I’d talk about the heat and summer storms, despite the way I’d dream of falling leaves and white winters. This was home, in all its scorching glory. I arrived yesterday to my Mom already outside, waving me down like I’d forgotten where I lived. And as
The familiar scent of vanilla and cast iron flooded my nostrils upon entering the house, greeted by silence as I smiled at ease. “Where’s the runts?” I asked, dropping my bag at the foot of the sofa and slouching into its comfort. Mom smiled and took a seat across from me, “Christian is at a friends and Sabrina is at cheer practice.” She hugged a mug close to her chest, drawing her knees close as well. “She still does that?” I chuckled, closing my eyes and resting after such a tedious drive here. But Mom didn’t spare the details as she went on about her cheer team, that they had such a phenomenal year during school and they asked specific students to enroll in a summer program. Sabrina was always physical, always on the move, always achieving what she wanted. In some ways I envied her for that– and she’s literally eight. I hadn’t the heart to tell my Mom I needed to rest, that I couldn’t listen to her groan forever about Sabrina and cheer or Christian and soccer. Instead I listened
His eyes lingered on my finger as I withdrew it, meeting my eyes with another smile. “No.” He admitted, “I grew up in Illinois actually.” And he crossed his arms. “You’re a long ways from home.” I had to continuously crane my neck to meet his eyes above me, “What brought you down here?” “Work.” He said easily, “I manage a local firm.” I nodded, drawing my brows at the mysterious response. A local firm? That could literally mean anything. But I wasn’t going to pry, not when he just bought my lunch. Though it did raise the suspicion that he was older than he looked, I mean– I was still in college. And he was here for work. I looked behind me at an open metal table under the cover of an umbrella, “Wanna sit?” I asked him, needing to get out of the sun before my skin actually burned. All he did was nod as he followed me to the table, sitting across from me as our knees lightly grazed each other. And an awkwardness fell between us, a pause of words and emotion as we both sort of stare
Two boys in one day? How did I get so lucky… I drove my way home with a new found confidence, color on my skin, and food in my belly– free food at that. Thanks Noah. And upon walking indoors to shower the ocean’s salt off of me, Mom noticed the pep in my step; “Someone had a good day.” She cracked a knowing smile as I slid past the living room and down the hallway. I did have a good day, a great day. But first I needed to shower. So I cranked the water to a medium heat, fearful of what scalding hot water might do to my fragile skin and stripped out of my swimming trunks. I admired myself, admired my defined body and salt-watered hair; admired how the green of my eyes popped more so on my reddened face. It’s true what they say, the sun really does cure imperfections. As I stepped under the warm spray of water above, I thought of the two boys I met today– Theo and Noah. It’s so unlike me to entertain two guys at once. It’s extremely lucky that it happened at all. But I’d never ha
I got changed into something comfortable, joining Mom in the living room to watch her reruns of General Hospital. “He’s still alive?” I questioned right as I sat down, pointing at the decrepit man who’s in every episode. She only scoffed and told me to hush, earning a subtle smile from me as I let the sofa engulf me. In a way, this show was kind of good. I mean– despite the filler scenes and obvious plot holes, my jaw dropped at least three times with the words coming out of their mouths. Another secret affair? Another murder? Another blackmail? Mom could only snicker at my reactions. Until eventually the episode ended and she sighed into her knees, “You got some color.” She noted, rocking in the single chair that used to be for Nonna. I nodded, “I know right.” I showed my arms, scanning them for visible differences; “I forgot how much I liked the beach.” “No beach in Nashville.” She said with brows raised to which I rolled my eyes. We both knew that, but anytime she could try and