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CHAPTER NINETEEN
Joshua Taylor
As I expected, Susan sees having her way with me as her weekly right and enjoys our little fuck-fests, while her drunken husband sleeps it off back in their bedroom.
It's also now my responsibility to make sure I get him drunk every Saturday to accommodate our weekly rendezvous. On the plus side, her insatiable appetite and willingness to do or try anything and everything, is an addictive turn on. To be honest, she's teaching me a thing or two.
But, I know that this can't continue. The risk of us being caught and me being tossed out like trash is too high.
I actually begged her a few times to let it go, but she didn't want to hear of it. Susan was obsessed with my body and especially my prick. She consumed it as if it was the last meal on earth and sometimes I'd have to remind her that it was actually attached to me! At time, it could get painfully rough with that mouth of hers and also, come to think of it, I started disliking the "woman on top" position intensely, because she would ride me until it felt like my prick was about to snap off.
Well it's Saturday night tonight, and once again I've got John nearly passed out in the car next to me. I'm horny as hell but scared at the same time. She's definitely going to ride me until sunset, scary and appealing. I'm not so much afraid of the risk of being caught, but of the possibility of finally losing my prick in the process.
That prospect sends a shiver along my spine. I need to change things.
As usual, I drop him off on their bed, with her waiting there in her usual spot, and as soon as I enter the pool house, I hear the sliding door opening behind me. She quickly discards her negligée and starts taking my clothes off.
"Susan, we must stop this," I try again.
Ignoring me, she shoves me bare-ass naked onto my back on the bed. After climbing on top of me, she starts humping my brains out.
I think she had two or more orgasms when I felt a sudden, cool breeze hit my balls. I failed to cum yet and probably wasn't going to get there like this, because frankly, it was just too painful.
"What the hell?!"
As I try to get up and see who the masculine voice yelling in our direction belongs to, she carries on riding me. Ah crap, it's John's voice. Fuck!!! Susan doesn't seem to give a shit.
The next second she flies off me and crashes to the floor. It's then when I realize that even though she's of good stock, she's actually nothing more than a trashy slut. The profanity coming out of her mouth would have put a sailor to shame.
"I was wondering why you were peppering me with drinks these last few weeks, but now I know. Well, the rabbit is out of the bag, boy!" He takes an aggressive step toward me, fists clenched. "Tonight, I kept changing every drink with water; I arranged it with a waitress. You know the one you stopped fucking a while ago? Now I know why."
"I can explain, John, I..." Please don't cut off my dick!
"Save it, scumbag!" He points toward the door. "Get your shit and fuck off out of my house. Now!"
"But it's after midnight and I've..." I slowly grab my clothes and quickly get dressed.
"I don't give a shit, boy. Get out now! And if you lack the ability to understand the real gravity of the situation; you're fired!"
He grabs Susan by the hair and pulls her up to her feet. She doesn't even whimper and just tries to fight him off while calling him filthier names than I care to hear. It dawns on me that this's also probably not the first time this kind of thing's happened either. What a fucked-up couple, pretending they're so swank and perfect, but actually they're just as messed-up as everyone else.
He leaves with her, and a few moments later the butler arrives with a sadistic grin on his face. He's in his nightgown and is obviously supervising my exit. He prevents me from packing anything that I've received from the Winstons during my stay with them, like the iPad and the Mac.
When I'm done shoving what I own into one suitcase and some small boxes, he helps me to the front gate and after I step onto the street, he shuts the big electronic gate behind me and returns to his warm bed.
Now what?
I call Kyle but he doesn't answer. I try a few times, but nothing.
Shit!
I call a cab and get it to drop me off at a motel not too far away. I check in and the cabdriver helps me carry my stuff to the room. I pay him and shut the door. I guess I'll try to get some sleep and then decide what to do tomorrow. I'm still in shock. Kyle will probably call me back in the morning.
What the hell am I to do now? I have some savings but once again I'm in shit street, having to depend on my savings. It'll only last me a month or so if I have to live out of this motel, buy food, and have to do my own laundry. All this, while trying to find a job and a proper place to stay.
If Kyle doesn't call back, I should save my money and go back home. With my parents, I can at least take some time off to figure out my next move.
I'm positive they'll be only too happy to hear from me because I haven't spoken to them since before Stacey and I had broken up. I think my recent luck made me feel that that life was behind me. I'm sure I'll be expected to explain and grovel a bit, once I get them on the line.
I eventually fall asleep and wake up late to a blisteringly hot Sunday morning. The room is like an oven. Obviously, the air conditioner packed up at some point during the night. I see Kyle hasn't called me back.
Fuck it!
Once I'm dressed, I march off to complain to the manager about the AC. Then I grab some breakfast at the diner next door and decide to call my parents after I line my stomach with some food.
After an unusual number of rings, I realize they're probably in church and hang up. I'll call after noon again.
I pass the time by sorting out my clothes and possessions in a more organized way, because I just threw everything together when I left the Winston's house.
Just before noon my phone rings. I hope it's Kyle, but the word Mom flashes on the screen. I take a deep breath.
"Hi, Mom." I try to sound cheerful.
"Hi, Joshua," she says with a weird tone to her voice.
"How are you and Dad?"
"We're fine, thank you."
She doesn't ask me how I am. Strange.
I persevere.
"I need to ask you guys a favor. Is it ok if I come home for a bit? I had a run-in with my boss and need to make new plans."
Silence. Normally she would ask me what's happened.
"I don't think that's a good idea."
What the hell?!
"I don't understand."
I hear my dad's voice in the background. He is asking who's on the phone. My mom says it's someone from the church, but I don't think he buys it because the next second my blood turns cold.
"Is it that faggot ex-son of ours?!" He's close to the phone.
My mother says nothing, and he grabs the phone from her.
"Look here! We don't need your type around here. It was humiliating enough to be shown a video by another club member - the spawn of my loins doing it with another faggot!!! You disgust me! And your sister told us about all the nonsense you've been getting up to, living with two dirty queers over the last few years. Didn't I teach you that faggots go to hell?!"
Oh shit. The food I just ate is roiling in my gut. "But, Dad..."
"I'm not your dad and you're no son of mine!" With that he slams the phone down in my ear.
It's as if someone has just punched me in the stomach. I want to collapse in a heap of vomit.
NO...!
For the first time in years, I burst into tears. More like pathetic sobs. The last time I cried like this was when my father beat me with a baseball bat for accidentally driving over our pit bull with his car. I was fourteen and decided to try and drive the car around the block, without his permission, and the worst part for my dad was me killing his favorite pet.
I ended up in the hospital from the injuries, and our concocted story was that I'd been attacked by criminals who tried to break into our house, which I bravely protected while my parents were out. The cops turned up because the attending doctor wasn't convinced by our story, but we eventually managed to convince them and I went home three days later, to my apparently grateful and doting parents.
I swore that day that I'd never cry like that again. But here I am doing exactly that.
What now...
Stephen Jordan
For the next day or so, I look for work online but it seems hopeless. People aren't in the habit of hiring waiters over the internet.
I eventually decide to try a different tactic. I give Mike a call.
"Hi Stephen! You well?"
"Yes thanks, Mike."
"So how are things on the farm? You keeping out of mischief, I hope?" He sounds really happy to hear from me.
"Ummm...that's why I'm calling you. I was wondering if I could come and work for you guys again. It's a long story, but I'm back in town."
A pause. "Oh. Do you mean as a manager?"
"No, of course not. Isn't Samantha doing that now?"
"Yes. Was just thinking, that would put me in an awkward position. We liked you working here, but I can't now suddenly demote Samantha just because you're back."
"No. No. I understand. Could you use another server? I don't mind waiting tables at all."
"Oh ok. Let me see what I can do. I'll discuss it with Georgia and Samantha and get back to you either way by this evening."
"I appreciate it, Mike."
"Cheers."
Here's hoping.
He calls me back later and says it's fine, they want me back! All I have to do is go in tomorrow, appropriately dressed and start my first shift. Samantha's actually pleased to hear I want to come back and told Mike that the restaurant could do with some eye-candy. Mike says he doesn't know what the hell she's on about, and I just mumble uncomfortably and thank him. I wish people would just stop referring to my looks as a measure of my value.
I tell Rex as soon as he gets back and he's very happy for me. We end up fucking again and it seems it's a given that I'm the one who pitches. To be honest, I prefer to pitch. I like blowing him too. His cock is just the right size for my willing mouth and he deserves it for being such a willing catcher. Well most of the time, when I don't hurt him too much.
The next day, I report for duty at the restaurant before the lunch service and Samantha practically hugs me to death. "Welcome back, handsome. We can certainly do with your pretty face around here. These guys are all too fucking ugly." She winks at the other staff before she unlocks the restaurant and lets us in.
They all whisper amongst each other and eye me suspiciously. It seems they're still not over the incident with Will, and Samantha doesn't make things easier with her comments. I'll have to do something about it, but am not sure what.
I quickly get back into the swing of things and soon realize I'm now Samantha's bitch, like she was mine once upon a time. How ironic life can be.
Later in the evening, only the two of us are left.
"What do you think I can do to win back the trust of the team?" I ask her.
"I'm not sure Stephen. They really believe that you got Will fired even though I can see that what he did wasn't very responsible." She scratches her temple.
She goes on. "It's clear now that I am the manager that I have to watch what I say and do in case anyone misconstrues my intentions. It causes unnecessary conflict."
I'll have to think about it. Yes, he did take advantage of me, but am I not now in fact guilty myself of enjoying the very thing that I was angry at him for? Am I not gay now? What a double standard, being so hard on him for making a mistake, just because I hated myself for enjoying it. Look at me now, shacked up with a paramedic and fucking him nearly every night.
I stay with her until she's ready to lock up and Rex collects me from the curb in front of the restaurant. As we pull away, Samantha is staring at us from inside the restaurant. Her father usually fetches her, so I don't even bother offering her a ride home.
The next day, Samantha asks me to come and see her in the office, alone. What now?
"Please sit." She motions toward the chair. "I don't mean to pry but who was that cute guy you caught a ride with last night?"
I can't lie.
"He's the guy I'm staying with. We're sort of lovers."
"Oh shit! Not again! The sexy guys always turn out to be gay. There's no hope for us girls." She doesn't even flinch at my confession.
"Don't say that, Samantha. I know a lot of handsome guys who aren't gay."
"Well introduce them to me please." She smiles slyly.
"I will." I kinda smile back.
"So, you're gay?" She gently takes my hand.
"I think so."
"You can't think so. Either you are or you're not. Are you interested in girls, sexually?"
I think about it for a moment and the answer is a definite no. My word! I never thought of just honestly asking myself that question. It's so simple. If I'm really being honest with myself, I saw women more as a means to an end. You marry a woman one day and then you have children. How chauvinist and stupid of me.
"No. So I guess I must be...gay." I sigh deeply.
"I'd say so." She lets go of my hand.
She mulls over something and then...
"I think you need to make peace with Will. He really thought that he'd taken advantage of you. Not just as an employee, which he did, but of you as a straight man. He felt and probably still feels terrible about it."
"I probably should, you know? I just have no idea how to make up for it."
"Well don't stress about it too much now, because whatever happened was meant to be and yes, he had some nasty shit happen to him, but hey, now he's living with an awesome guy named Gavin and is extremely happy."
"I won't, but I suppose I should at least try talking to him. I think it'll help me more than him."
"Good." We both go back to work.
Later on, I'm chatting to Rex about it in bed, telling him what had happened.
"So, I have no idea how to apologize or make it up to him." I stroke the outline of his jaw.
"It looks like your coworkers still blame you for what happened." He's softly tracing my nipple with his finger.
"Yes." I sigh.
"Well, then I think you should Skype him in front of everyone and apologize to him."
"Seriously?" I sit up.
"You'll kill two birds with one stone, so to speak."
"Sounds like a plan." I lie down again.
"Do the guys at work know you're gay?" he asks.
"No. Samantha is the only one who knows. You know...I think I only really fully accepted that fact today myself."
He touches my cheek. "So, maybe you can come out while apologizing to Will? Again, another thing taken care of at the same time. If they accepted him, why wouldn't they accept you?"
"I guess. I'll check with Samantha tomorrow to see if she can maybe set Skype up at work."
We end the subject and move on to more pleasurable things.
The next day at work, I speak to Samantha in private again. I let her in on my plan. She smiles. "I love the idea and we can turn it into a big event."
"I'll ask everyone to be here tomorrow for an early staff meeting. About an hour before opening time. And I'll arrange with Will to be ready on his side. You ok with that?"
I nod.
The rest of the day goes by without incident and before I know it, tomorrow turns into today. My stomach is in knots. It's nothing completely earthshattering, even though I am a little afraid of facing Will, but the thing is, I'll be admitting something so private for the first time to more than one person, which will make it very public. I'll be that gay friend or that gay colleague someone works with from now on.
Will had obviously agreed to the Skype session but wasn't too pleased about it when Samantha said it wasn't just her wanting to say hi, but that I wanted to talk to him as well.
Samantha has the laptop open on one of the tables, and all the staff is standing around her. I'm the only one sitting next to her, out of webcam shot.
There's the dialing sound and then Will's voice.
"Hi Will, my sweetheart! How's life at the ocean?"
"Fine thanks, Sam. You doing ok being the new boss there? Are you treating the guys well?" A cacophony of moans and groans is heard.
"Ah shut up!" Samantha pretends to be cross.
"Hi you all!" Will waves at them.
"Hi Will!!" they answer back in unison.
"They're just a bunch of ungrateful losers, Will. Ignore them," Samantha quips playfully.
They carry on chatting about this and that, and some of the guys interrupt and make a comment here and there. It feels like an excruciatingly long time before Samantha tells Will that someone wants to say hi.
She turns the laptop towards me.
My palms are sweating. I clear my throat. "Hi Will."
"Hi Stephen." Will sounds a bit nervous. He's as uncomfortable as I am, shifting in his chair.
"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for what happened between us. I am sorry for getting you fired. I was an idiot and shouldn't have gone off like that."
Will keeps quiet for a moment. I hold my breath.
"It's ok, Stephen. Maybe it was all meant to be in some weird way, because it set quite a few things in motion that led me to Gavin, and I've never been happier."
"That's um..." I swallow hard "...gracious of you. I've also learnt a few things since that time."
Here it comes. Will looks at me, his brow furrowed.
"I realize I am in fact gay."
The huge gasp of surprise is audible around me. The wide-eyed expression on Will's face is priceless. It's clear that it's the last thing he expected to hear.
"I hope I had nothing to do with that realization?" he asks with a concerned frown.
"No. Well maybe you played a part in, oh I don't know, my journey of self-discovery? It's not because of all the things that happened to me that I realized I'm gay. I just think I had a set idea of what my life was supposed to be and how it was supposed to work out. So many things have happened to me since I last saw you that challenged the way I've been brainwashed to think and how I conditioned myself to behave, that I eventually came to accept the fact that I'm gay."
"Well thank you for telling me that, because it makes me feel better. I don't want you to think of me as the guy who molested you in some way or another. I never want you to think of gay people as predators taking advantage of younger men or worse even and until now, I felt that that was exactly what I'd done."
"No, not at all." The corners of my mouth lift into a gentle smile.
Samantha pipes up, "Will, other than me, you're the first person Stephen's come out to. Besides of course all our witnesses who agreed to be here." She points and smiles genuinely at the rest of the staff.
"I'm honored, Stephen. That's very brave of you. If you need any advice on being gay, well, you know what I mean, you can get my number from Samantha and give me a call any time you need to." He winks reassuringly.
"Sure. Thanks." I blush a little.
With the issue about Will out of the way and having been accepted back into the team with open arms, life has returned to relative normality.